#you don’t have to do this btw I’m just tagging people I suppose

[cosmicdorito]

✨💖 Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better! 💖✨

diolch iawn @yaoifag <3

🦇 Relationship Status - Taken, 8 year anniversary on Friday <3

⚰️ Favourite Colour - black like every other goth

🦇 Song Stuck in my Head- Perdido / Warcry & Eat Your Young / Hozier

⚰️ Last Song I Listened to - Per Aspera Ad Inferni / Ghost

🦇 Last Thing I Googled - Lalo Salamanca Stickers (not google but Etsy) (I found some nice ones)

⚰️ Dream Vacation - Archaeology volunteer tour of Egypt. The whole country

🦇 Anything I Want - I would really like some takeout from El Campestre right now or smth

My 10 People: @jayzeroey @generalnuisance0 @pibis @vykanya @shinji-hibiki @onyxisnotuniqueenough @kettleghost that’s all I can think of who haven’t already been tagged on a similar post

[blairswldorfs]

btw I was so ready for the buck x eddie ship to feel like destiel to me (like I don’t see it and I don’t think it’s happening and there’s nothing there that’s definitive) but immediately after we met Eddie I was like “oh I get it, I get what you are doing ”

[naeviskz]

genre. idol!hyunjin x model!f!reader | established relationship

words. 1.5k+ tags/warnings. angst, fluff (towards the end), smut, accusations of cheating, hj is lowkey toxic (but we love it hehe), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, some mentions of crying, not proofread

this has been in my drafts for years and i finally finished it bc i was tired of seeing it LMAO. btw the position i’m referring to is this (nsfw link), i usually hate vids but this was rlly good imo.

“i think we should take a break...” you admit, voice growing shakier as you spoke. this was never something you wish to say in a million years, you wanted this relationship to work more than anything. but you were at your wits end with everything, talking to hyunjin was like conversing with the wall, never truly grasping any of your concerns.

you noticed the cracks beginning to seep in the midst of six months of being with him. he would often be dishonest of his whereabouts, saying he was out late due to “work” but was actually out drinking at some bar with chan or something. it made no sense for him to lie about such trivial things but he does it without even thinking. this was supposed to be a lovely vacation in paris together but lately you’ve grown tired of feeling like you’re unappreciated. a break from each other might be the best solution in getting his act together once and for all.

hyunjin felt his whole body turn limp as you uttered those words. not only was he blindsided by your decision, but you never indicated before to him that you were ready to propose such a drastic idea. “but why though? don’t you think this is a bit random? i mean this came out of nowhere ___, i thought everything was good between us, why are you suddenly saying this now?” his thick, bushy brows furrowed in confusion, he wasn’t letting you off this easy and you know it.

“i just think it’s for the better right now hyune, we’re both so busy. we have a lot on our plate, especially you… and this relationship is just— it’s only putting more strain on everythi-”

“are you serious ___? do you hear yourself? i knew what i was getting myself into the day i asked you to be my girlfriend. i’m well aware that i can’t be with you 24/7, and neither can you—however, i don’t expect that anyway. all i ever wanted was to have you by my side, i want to work through the hardships with you but if you’re so willing to give up like this then… i don’t know. i don’t even know what to say to this honestly..” hyunjin couldn’t help but cut you off, once his emotions take over, all sense of logic and reasoning is thrown out the window.

he was never one to question his worth in the eyes of his partner, but you were his longest relationship, he saw you as his first and only true love. it never occurred to him that he could lose you, the possibility of this break lasting long enough to make your love fade away was a scary revelation. there had to be a way he could fix this, he couldn’t bear to be without you.

“are you seeing someone else? maybe that’s why you’ve been so distant towards me lately…” he wanted to scream for saying that out loud but at least he got it off his chest. he knows how petty it sounds but he didn’t care, he wanted you to give him answers.

“no! i’m not seeing other people, i don’t have an interest in anyone but you hyunjin. i want to do this for the sake of us, we’re clearly not where we need to be and this break could help with getting us back on track and spending time apart could be beneficial.” you try your best to articulate your words properly but he remained unconvinced, he wasn’t on board with any bit of this.

how could you even be okay with something like this? spending time away from you drove him absolutely insane, he couldn’t fathom taking a break—not from someone as important as you in his life. he just needed to remind you that the love was still there, though it may be but a dull flame, he could ignite the spark again, with the little bit of hope he had left.

the foundation of your relationship was built from shared interests, since you both are part of professions that rely heavily on looks, you refused to see each other based solely off those superficial aspects. instead you got to know each other’s minds, your core values and beliefs, what mattered to you the most. you cherished every one of those deep conversations you shared together, it was a beautiful experience, an indescribable memory that shaped your bond forever.

so why is it now that you feel this way? was he really that oblivious to everything? he should’ve done more to prevent this but now he fears it’s too late. he’s faced with the conundrum of losing you and there wasn’t much time for him to stall or ask for a chance of redemption, he couldn’t waste another second.

“fuck that,” hyunjin angrily spat, his face contorting into a look of pure disgust. “you’re not going anywhere.” he reaches out to grab your waist before you could walk away, aggressively pulling you into his chest.

no matter how much you attempt to escape his hold, he’s not letting you go in the slightest. he’s much stronger than you, could easily lift you up without breaking a sweat. there was no use in fighting, you had no choice but to give in and let this conversation go. once his lips crashed into yours, everything faded to black. as if a simple kiss was the cure-all of mending this decrepit relationship.

hyunjin’s forehead pressed against yours as he pulled away, “shhh, lye down baby,” he hushes your quiet mewls, instructing you to do as he says. “gonna make you feel so good,” his hands slid under your skirt, gently rubbing over your clothed slit “you’ll forget everything.”

* :.･ﾟﾟ･ ✿

“oh my- fuckk, hyunjin!” you cry out, almost on the verge of tears just from how skilled he is, rutting your hips upwards into his mouth as he devours you whole.

the pace of his tongue is relentless, roughly lapping up all your juices like he’s the most starved man alive. you’ve lost count at the amount of times he’s already made you come undone just from his mouth alone. your body’s buzzing with titillation, all you can do is scream and clench your pussy around nothing while he fiercely sucks on your clit.

you couldn’t stop twitching, feeling yet another orgasm approaching. your legs anchored over his shoulders, unable to think or speak coherent sentences as his face was fully buried into your dewy cunt. he relaxes his jaw a bit more, going all the way from the bottom inching further up as he comes back in contact with your puffy clit. at any given moment it feels as if your heart’s about to stop.

“hyunjin-” your heads thrown back into the pillow, digging your nails into his shoulder blades from how overly sensitive you are. “n-need to cum.. can feel it. m’so close.” it surprises you when you’re able to even express such words.

a low grunt can be heard underneath, hyunjin loves hearing you— it’s arguably the best part about going down on you. the hand that wasn’t occupied went straight to gripping a fistful of his ebony hair, continuously moaning his name so loud that you genuinely feel bad for whomever the unlucky people that got to hear this.

just when you thought it couldn’t get anymore intense, he slips 2 of his slender fingers inside, making you gasp from the overwhelming sensation. flashes of white invade your vision, violently shaking as your lips form an “o” in the throes of ecstasy. hyunjin knows your body so well that this is nothing for him, he’s got it all down to a simple science. no one knows your body like he does, and especially no one can make you cum as hard as he can.

“go ahead, make a mess for me baby,” he strongly encourages, picking up his pace as his digits fuck into you faster. “just gonna clean it up with my tongue all over again.”

your eyes roll back to the depths of oblivion, feeling an out of body experience when reaching your climax. a slew of curses leave your shaky breath, limbs trembling and faint tears stain your flushed cheeks. hyunjin slows his movements, rubbing his thumb over your clit gently to make you even more sensitive. you love the way he calls you “good girl” and how proud the look on his face becomes while you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. he doesn’t stop showering you with compliments, only ramping up his affection as he plants fleeting kisses to your thighs, hips, and tummy.

once he’s finally come back up for air you grab his face to pull him into your lips again. moaning in his mouth while getting a taste of yourself was probably the hottest thing hyunjin’s ever witnessed.

“can’t believe you’re all mine.” hyunjin whispers against you, gently massaging your aching thighs. “i love you so much baby.”

“love you too hyune.” you instantly say back, feeling more at ease now that things are somewhat back to normal.

maybe a break isn’t necessary after all, how else would you be able to have such earth shattering orgasms?

- 完 ♡︎

[tiredfox64]

Hide and peek part 2? Pretty please?? 🥺 (btw I really love your writing style it's so unique)

Tag, You’re Mine

Prior notes: Sorry for not posting yesterday. I died because of the heat, got to talk with the Lord finally, and then he sent me back down because it wasn’t my time yet.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Some days I am forced to eat food with no seasoning. That’s not a warning it’s just sad.

Oh what’s wrong? Nothing to look at today? Not at all? Is it because Bi-Han caught you? I see. Well, my dear, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You are one of many who would do whatever to get a peek at that gorgeous, icey man. Don’t give up on the game now. He’s willing to play.

You were embarrassed that you were caught sneaking peeks at Bi-Han before. Things would have been fine if he hadn’t found you and forced you to speak. You were content with keeping your fantasies about him in your head and not make them a reality. It would have been easier than going up to him and talking. He didn’t seem like a man who did much talking.

Just because you were caught didn’t mean you would stay away from the Fire Temple forever. You still wanted to see Liu Kang. But instead of hiding and seeking, you were running away from the one you used to seek. See you pulled a sneaky on him.

Now it was Bi-Han who was looking for you. At first he thought you would still be looking at him from a distance. He would look around, acting like he doesn’t care and pretending he isn’t looking for you, only to see that you were nowhere in sight. Not a strand of your hair or the rustling of leaves to indicate you were anywhere near. That was disappointing to him. His not so secret admirer was not admiring him.

“Looking for your admirer, brother?” Kuai Liang teased his older brother. When else would he get a chance like this.

Bi-Han groaned before at his brother’s teasing, “I am not. What is taking Liu Kang so long? How long are we expected to linger?”

He tried changing the topic away from the fact that he was looking for you. He paced around while occasionally looking in the direction of your usual hiding spots. Still nothing. He was getting impatient with you. This is unlike you. He wants his shy girl back!

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You were still around. You were just doing other things. Like right now you were organizing books inside the temple. You actually found some that you would like to read some day. But first to organize them.

Put some in that corner. Maybe some on the lower shelf. Oh this one is supposed to go on the top shelf. Just reach up and—OH MY FUCKING GOSH HE’S BACK!

Yes, when you looked up to try to put the last book on the top shelf you realized Bi-Han snuck up behind you again. He was looking down at you with that usual grumpy expression he had. And just like the last time he snuck up behind you, you let out a yelp which alerted everyone that once again he found you.

“Stop yelling!” He growled as his hands covered his ears.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered as you started to covered your face with the book.

Yup, that’s you all right. Shy as can be, unable to face Bi-Han still. Your cheeks were burning as you were unsure of what to do now. You tried to shuffle your way out but he caged you in. Your back was pressed up against the bookcase. His arms were at your side. You really have no escape unless you wanna try smacking him. I wouldn’t recommend it.

“Put that book down and look at me.” He commanded.

You slid the book down a little to show your eyes. No, no, he wants to see your whole face.

Bi-Han yanked the book out of your hands and placed it on the top shelf. There, now he can see you. He watched as your eyes shifted around. You wanted to look some place else but Bi-Han would always be at the corner of your eye. And looking forward won’t help either. Staring at people’s chests is rude.

“So…you need anything?” You asked because you legit didn’t know why he was here or what he wanted.

“Where have you been? You are clearly still around yet you purposely try to avoid me.”

He always sounds upset but this time he seemed really upset. He didn’t hate that you had a crush on him. It was cute and the shyness was a somewhat bonus. It’s not a bonus when he has a hard time trying to make you talk.

“You wanted me to come looking for you? That’s strange.” Clearly you were confused.

“Ironic that those words are coming from the woman who was constantly looking at me from a distance.” Oh he called you out.

So what now? He found you. How will this play out? Well, you really didn’t think this far ahead. I’m not even sure Bi-Han did either. You were too embarrassed to ever encounter him again. Knowing he knew you were looking at him the whole time makes you smack your forehead constantly. It was so humiliating! But you did like that you got to see his features up close. Those cheek bones oooo.

Hey! Hey! Focus on the game plan!

“Why do you even want me to come looking for you?”

You stumped him with that question. He didn’t think you would be brave enough to do that. He had no answer ready because he doesn’t know the answer to that.

The truth is he did find you and your actions to be cute. Might also be the fact that he doesn’t come across many ladies in his life nor will he give them the time of day. So in a strange way you are a little brave for pursuing him in your own way.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just come with me.”

Bi-Han grabbed your wrist and started dragging you with him. Your mind goes blank as you’re unsure of what he wants you to do. He takes you into the other part of the temple where his brothers and Liu Kang are. They were waiting for him to come around so they could discuss the next mission. Liu Kang looked with great curiosity at the actions that were taking place. Bi-Han left you at the doorway and walked over to his brothers. He stared at you, waiting for you to do what you do best. Hide.

Due to habits and your nervousness you started hiding yourself near the doorway, peeking your head in so you could keep looking at Bi-Han. It was like rolling a blunt you never forget how to do it.

Now he was satisfied. He started looking at Liu Kang now, waiting impatiently for the god to talk. The god was too stunned to speak. A few blinks and now he started briefing them on the mission. Tomas leaned over to Kuai Liang to whisper something.

“That poor girl, Bi-Han won’t ever let her go now.”

“Pay attention!” Bi-Han yelled before punching Tomas at the back of the head.

You’re reminded of why you hid from him in the first place. It was his temper and cold demeanor that scared you off but not enough to be at a distance. Yet as you watched him punch his adopted brother you still can’t help but be drawn to that sexy man.

That’s exactly what he wants. He wants your admiration while also having the chance to get close to you. He likes having you as his admirer. He’ll keep you around for a while. Maybe even bring you back to the Lin Kuei Temple so you can do the same over there while he trains his clan. That will surely get you excited.

Do you think you can handle the cold?

After notes: Wish me luck since I have my asl final tonight. And if somehow y’all hated this don’t curse me tonight ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡. Also how come i didn’t know there was a Goth/Rave color palette that is perfect for me. Alright I must mentally prepare myself. Adiós!

[notsoattractivearenti]

Wanna Prove It? (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 800+

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff

A/N: a short one cuz i need to get it out of my system lol. he really is gonna be a great dad one day to our children cuz christian and babies = 🫠😍💗💗💗! btw no it's not dad!pulisic (y'all gotta wait until christmas 😋). anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)

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Christian and I are having a chill night in, and we spend most of the night laying on our couch with TV on. He gets up into the kitchen to get us some ice cream while I scroll through my Instagram feed on my phone – until I stumble across a video posted by USMNT of Matt Turner and Tim Ream answering a couple of "dad" questions. Just in time, Christian walks back into the living room holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons in his hands.

“Babe, have you seen the video USMNT just posted on Instagram?”

“What video?” He replies.

I show the post to him briefly as he sits back and puts the ice cream and spoons on the table in front of us.

“Oh it’s Matt and Tim! I thought it was another VW video I did!” He laughs. “ I haven’t seen it. Let me have a look.”

“Watch it until the end, I think you’re going to love it.” I suggest as I hand my phone and grab the ice cream.

He watches the short clip and makes some little comments during. He isn’t aware at the moment but from my point of view, excitement is written clearly on his face. There’s no denying he genuinely loves his national teammates (or as he usually calls them: buddies) – he does have some wonderful bonds with most of them.

“Yeah, I can see Joe and Brenden being terrific dads.” He agrees with one of Matt’s answers on the video.

“Wh- Aww, stop it.” Christian slightly blushes when Matt stated Christian would be a great dad and Tim agreed with it. “They’re so nice for saying that.”

“I do love their kids. They’re adorable and sweet!” He excitedly adds. “Also, who doesn’t love to hold babies!?”

“People who don’t like babies, I suppose.” I spontaneously answer him with a mouth full of ice cream – even though he doesn’t ask for one.

“Well, I think they are missing out on one of the best things in the world.” He comments back and it makes me chuckle.

I want to get more reaction from him so I ask him, “Do you think they’re right? That you’re going to be a great dad?”

“Uh…” He pauses. “Do you?”

“Hey, I asked you first!” I jokingly point my finger at him. “Don’t turn it back at me.”

“I mean, I hope I will…” He shyly hesitates. “But I don’t know. I don’t want to sound so cocky...”

“I know you will.” I wink at him.

His face suddenly turns pinkish red but his eyes lighten up so quickly.

“Y/N…”

“Say what you want Chris, but you know I’m right.” I try to convince him.

“Maybe…” Though he sounds unsure, he still agrees with me. “You know, I’m glad you think that way.”

With a spoon still in my mouth, I give him a little smile and nod my head. “Mmhm, you’re most welcome.”

The conversation ends there and we go back to finishing our pint of ice cream - or so I thought.

“You wanna prove it?” He breaks the brief silence.

“Huh.” I think I know what he’s implying but I’m not quite sure. “Prove what?”

“We can make a baby right now and prove I’m capable of being a great dad.” He smirks as he gently grabs my shoulder, pulls me closer then whispers in my ear, “We don’t need to wonder no more…”

Yup. That is exactly what I thought when he said “prove it”. Now it’s my face that turns so red and I nearly choke on my ice cream when he whispered so seductively. Oh, he surely knows how to get me good – what a cheeky man my boyfriend is!

“Christian Mate Pulisic!” I playfully gasp. “You can’t be serious!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He laughs seeing me so visibly flushed. “I am just offering something you and I both want, sweetheart.”

“Why are you so sure I want it?”

“Well, I mean, you literally talked about always wanting to have babies on our first date, didn’t you?” He states. “You can’t deny it. I remember every word you said, Y/N.”

“And I remember I specifically said one day when I’m finally ready, Chris!” I clarify his statement before he continues. “I am totally not there yet.”

“Okay, but you do want babies right? So my offer still stands.” He moves his eyebrows up and down while giving me a cheeky grin.

“Oh…” I cover my face and shake my head. “Of course but not now, babe! Besides, if I get pregnant today, it’ll be like… A teen pregnancy!”

“You’re in your 20s, Y/N!” He cackles at my remark.

“Still! I feel like I’m way too young to have a baby. I’m still one myself!” I jokingly whine.

“My God, Y/N, you are a baby.” He says sarcastically. “I’m just messing with you, my love.”

“I know, Chris, I’m not dumb.”

“Don’t worry, no need to rush, yeah? We can definitely wait.” He kisses my forehead. “‘Cause you’re the only baby mama I want.”

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taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @landoslover

[bp-zb1fics]

this has been in my mind for while , but omg can i req a student council pres shanbin and vice pres reader 🤭 maybe a angst-fluff?? like what if the reader likes hanbin but yk the cliche idt he likes me after the reader saw him smiling at a confession he received , this thought has been stuck in my mind for awhile have been deluluing abt it 😞😞. Hope you have a amazing day btw!! drink lots of water!! stay healthhyy💟💟

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you do like me?

pairing: student council president shanbin x vice president reader

pronouns: none used

genre: highschool au, angst, fluff

tw/tags: student council things, pining, many many confessions, how is hanbin real, having feelings and not wanting them, confusion, misunderstanding, lowkey heartbreak but not really, lack of self care, implied fainting, fainting aftermath, worried bin, swearing, reader is exhausted by everything and their own feelings honestly same

wc: 1797

summary: you’re not confessing to hanbin, even if it hurts, it simply is not professional.

a/n thanks for requesting 🦝 anon! This au was so perfect for shanbin 💜💜 lowkey reader is kinda done by the end of it but like in the nicest way possible~ pls let me know what you think 💜 hope you have a great day!! take care of yourself as well!!

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Let’s face it. Everyone in school has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point.

Handsome, polite, impossibly nice, infinitely patient, smart, talented, an incredible dancer, good-looking and did you mention handsome? Yes you did. 

Okay. It wasn’t like you were too bad yourself seeing as you were able to get elected as his vice president. But seriously, how do people like Sung Hanbin exist?

You swear he gets a confession every week. Sometimes more than that. And you know this because you’re coming out of the council room and there the poor boy or girl stands, waiting. Usually holding something like flowers or chocolates or snacks or a little trinket or a handwritten note. One time, it was a giant stuffed hamster. You didn’t even want to know how they managed to bring that to school. 

And there’s always just a second or two of awkward eye contact before you call for Hanbin. He goes out and you walk away, not wanting to intrude. Some of them take it gracefully, they thank him politely for taking the time to hear about how they feel and leave looking maybe a little shaken but unbothered. Sometimes he even receives the gift they prepared if they insist and offer it to him without any obligations. You’ve seen your fair share of criers, running past you down the hall, furiously wiping away tears. And some of them got a little crazy. But that’s a whole other story.

Which brings you back to your point. Everyone has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point. Some of them confess to him. They get rejected. They get over it. And you? Well you thought if you ignored your feelings enough they would gradually disappear. They didn’t.

So yes. Everyone has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point, you included. It’s just that you’ve never got the nerve to confess. And worse, you haven’t gotten over it.

“And these are my recommendations for the committees moving forward, any questions?”

Polite applause. No one asks questions. Hanbin takes his seat next to you as the teacher presiding over your meeting thanks all of you for your time.

“Hey,” He whispers to you. “Thanks for organising all the committee info for me.”

You had taken the time to put everything he was going to present for the meeting into flashcards and even finetuned his presentation for him.

“I’m the vice president,” you whisper back. “It’s what I’m supposed to do. Literally don’t worry about it.”

“Still,” he smiles. “You really went all out. I couldn’t have done such a good presentation without you. So thank you.”

This is precisely the reason why you still haven’t gotten over your crush on him. How is this man real??

“Let me buy you dinner,” he offers. If this was any other guy, you’d think he was asking you out. But it’s Sung Hanbin and he treats all of the council members all the time.

“I’m going out with the events committee for a planning session. And you have a dinner meeting with one of the school board members later for a possible sponsorship for the event that we’re supposed to be planning so you might want to go to that instead.”

“Right! Right, I nearly forgot. Seriously, how are you such a lifesaver?

“I do my best.” You deadpan in an effort to not blush dammit, just because you have a crush doesn’t mean you have to be such a simp. But really, it’s not good for your heart when he compliments you like that.

He trails after you as you walk out of the council room.

“Maybe dinner tomo…?” Your suggestion dies in your throat as you meet eyes with the latest in Hanbin’s long line of confessions.

She must be one of the underclassmen because you don’t recognise her right away. But she’s so aesthetically pretty, smiling so beautifully when she sees Hanbin behind you.

“I’m sorry to bother both of you but can I talk to Hanbin-oppa for one moment?” God, she’s so polite that you feel bad for disliking this. She even thanks you when you nod and step aside. You’re surprised that she addresses him so casually but Hanbin doesn’t seem to mind at all. And Hanbin, the way he’s smiling at her makes all feelings in your heart die, stone cold and shattered.

Stupid crush. You don’t know why you have it in the first place. It’s annoying and unnecessary and completely unprofessional considering how you work together.

You don’t know how long you’ve been walking down the hall when the girl skips past you, greeting you again politely and going on her way. She looks…happy. Did Hanbin accept her confession?

It bothers you. Of course it bothers you. You want to go home and burrow yourself into your bed like you always do whenever you think one of the confessions goes well. Even if it actually doesn’t. Maybe you’ll even cry a little. Or a lot. So you do. After your planning session with the events committee, that is. A little heartbreak isn’t going to stop you from being a responsible vice president.

Being under the blankets, just hiding from the world, it’s nice. You can pretend. Maybe there’s a world where Hanbin does like you back….And now you’re sad again. Maybe you should confess. At least you can cry about it one last time and be done. But at the same time, why risk ruining the friendship you and Hanbin have going? Council meetings would be horribly awkward, maybe not for him but for you.

So you do what you always do after these little pity parties. You wash your face, drink a glass of water and try to sleep. Tomorrow you’ll be fine. Or at least, you’ll look fine. Hopefully.

You’re not fine. I mean you don’t look like shit but you’re definitely just going through the motions. At least, you’re busy. There are committees to check in with, teachers to talk to, your fellow council members giving updates and you just organising everything for the next meeting.

It’s a whirlwind. You barely see Hanbin beyond class and passing him papers or messages for all the school-related matters he needs to deal with. It’s easy to sink into it. To put your feelings aside and just work. You’re the fucking vice president and you need to do your job right.

Maybe it’s beginning to wear into you, just a bit. Missed meals, lost sleep, running around school, it’s all bound to build up. So maybe you’re not that surprised when you wake up in the nurse’s office. She’s helping you sit up, giving you vitamin water to sip and scolding you for overexerting yourself. If you had been out of cold for any longer, they would have sent you straight to the hospital for an IV. She actually offers but you say you’re fine. Instead, she insists you rest until the next period and then go home for the day. You can’t. You have meetings. But apparently it’s that or the hospital so you stay put.

Hanbin comes in a little later to check on you because of course he does.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, quiet and gentle in a way that makes your chest hurt and it’s not from passing out.

“I’ve been better.”

“I was really worried, seriously.”

“You need to worry about the meeting later. Getting sent home after this so someone else will need to do my part of the presentation. Also need a replacement for the committee session I'm supposed to be checking in with.”

“I’ll take care of it, honestly don’t worry, just take care of yourself.”

“I will, I will. And you don’t need to do that, Gunwook’s been wanting more responsibilities, let him take it. Really don’t worry about me.”

Hanbin’s quiet for a moment.

“I really can’t help it. Don’t you know how much I panicked when I saw you on the floor? It’s a good thing you didn’t hit your head too hard, I-”

“I’m fine now, you really don’t need to worry.” If he acts any more concerned, you swear you might cry.

It’s quiet again.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t not worry about you.”

You lean back on the cot, just watching him. Hanbin’s working up to something but between the slight dizziness you still have going and the fatigue that’s come crashing down, you have no idea.

“You know I really like you a lot?”

Damn, you’re definitely hallucinating.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I’ve been really obvious about it. I thought you noticed and just didn’t say anything because you didn’t like me and saying it would mess with the council.”

You sit up.

“Wait, you're serious?”

Hanbin looks confused, maybe a little offended.

“Do you think I’m not being serious?”

“I don’t know, okay? You literally get a confession every week.”

“And I always tell them no because I like you.”

“How about that girl the other day?”

“Oh you mean my cousin? She just wanted to see you and then tease me about it when you left.”

“...Your cousin?”

“...Yeah?”

You sigh, collapsing back onto the cot, too exhausted to react properly.

“For the record, I’ve had a fucking crush on you for like forever and I can’t believe this is happening and I’m probably going to freak out about it once I’m less tired.”

His expression goes from surprise to happiness and back to confusion but he’s definitely shuffling closer to you.

“So why didn’t you tell me?”

You look at him incredulously before letting out an even louder sigh. God, this man is going to be the death of you.

“Maybe take me out to that dinner you promised and I’ll tell you why.”

“Okay!”

There’s a very pregnant pause before he goes:

“...Sooo you do like me?”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes I like you. I like you Sung Hanbin so fucking much I’m a little mad that you’re making me say it right now”

He smiles, reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Well that’s good because I like you too.”

“...Mhmm”

“What? What else do you want me to say?”

“Oh nothing, I don’t know, I think that was a little underwhelming compared to what I thought it would be.”

And then he leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead, all shy and bashful, the audacity of this man. And he says your full name.

“I just want you to know that I like you very, very much~ and I’m glad you feel the same way~”

Fucking right, you do.

Everyone in school had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point. But he’s only ever liked you.

[rogerswifesblog]

For bingo can I request an obvious smut 😈 with Steve Rogers x reader with Anal sex and one bed. Plot is they are sent on a mission and only have one bed and at first Steve offers to sleep on the floor but the reader says they can share and sexy time ensues😈

😫😫oh wow yeah thank you for this request 😋

It was supposed to be a Drabble but…2k??

Btw look closely at the card, something changed, there’s a little surprise at the bottom 👀

All drabbles will be posted with the tag “1 k followers special” just look for it on my blog:)

I’ll try to post one or two drabbles everyday! Depends on the length and how much time I have:)

Warm you up

Warnings: anal sex, fingering, creampie, cum leaking, there’s a lot of cum, a bit cum eating but not really, also slightly daddy kink but not really

18+

A laugh escaped your lips when Steve took the pillow, determinedly throwing it at the floor. “I told you, Steve, the bed is king sized”, you said, picking up the pillow from the floor and throwing it onto the bed, right next to your own pillow. “Besides…we’re both exhausted Steve. I know you got hurt-and don’t give me that look where you plan to lie, it wasn't that bad. I saw them shooting a bullet right through your arm, after you fell from the first floor onto the ground. You need a good night's sleep.”

You could tell he’d still rather argue about it but in the end he sighed. “I hate arguing with you…you’re as stubborn as I am”, with that he grabbed his pajamas and a towel, walking into the bathroom.

While Steve took a shower You looked for your own sleep clothes, listening to the water splashing, that stopped shortly. Only a few moments later Steve left the bathroom dressed in flannel pants and a white t-shirt. So simple. Domestic even. And he looked amazing like that.

Feeling your gaze he lifted his head, making you blush immediately. A soft smile creeping onto your lips while you walked past him into the steam filled bathroom. After taking off your clothes you walked into the shower, warm water hitting your tense muscles, your dirty, bloody skin. Sometimes you really wanted to give up being an avenger. It was exhausting.

But on the other hand you liked the feeling of helping people. At least how much you could. It wasn’t always easy, but you tried to do everything you could.

Sighing you enjoyed the warmth on your skin for a few more minutes, before the water slowly turned colder. You immediately turned off the water and dried off. After putting on your sleep clothes you opened the bathroom door.

The cold air hit you immediately, goosebumps erupting on your whole body, even your nipples stiffened. Hearing your gasp Steve looked up from where he was sitting on the bed and reading a book. “Steve! Why is the window open?”, you scolded, walking over to the balcony to close it. You didn’t notice Steve’s gaze on your breasts, while he pulled the blanket further over his lap.

Since Steve didn’t answer you turned around, hands on your hips and a small frown on your face. “Hm?” Only then did you notice the blush creeping from under Steve's shirt to the very tips of his ears. “I-what? Oh yeah, window…I’m running hot in the night so-“ “Steve, but I don’t. I’m getting cold quickly-I’m already freezing.” While laying down you could swear hearing Steve mumble something. ( “I can see that.”)

You turned to him, immediately putting your cold hands beneath his warm thighs. Feeling that he immediately tensed up, gasping in surprise. “What are you doing?” He tried to push your hands away, making you only frown more. “I’m cold because of you. Now you have to warm me up”, you felt your cheeks blush slightly when you realised how your words sounded, but Steve didn’t seem to notice any of it.

“Fine, we can…I can hold you. Hug you, if you’re…if you’re okay with that”, he said shyer than you’ve ever heard him talk. If you were honest, you felt your chest tingle imagining his arms around your body.

Nodding you turned off your nightlight, before looking back at him, since you were already facing the wall. “Cuddle me?”, you whispered, a teasing smile on your lips. It was the first time you two had to share a bed and you were very happy about it. Your growing crush was only getting bigger, especially when he put his arms around you, after turning off his light. But he still wasn’t really close to you, only holding you in his arms, but even his chest didn’t touch your back. “Like this?” “No…closer”, you whispered, feeling his breath hitch.

“I can’t.”

“What? Why not? If you’re uncomfortable with holding me, then…you don’t have to…”, you mumbled, your heart heavy and breaking. “That’s…that’s not what I mean. I want to hold you. But I can’t.”

It confused you. Steve confused you. Why couldn’t he hold you? Was he scared about touching or hurting you? “I’ll tell you if you’d hold me too hard, promise-“ “it’s not that. I really can’t-“ “Steve, don’t be scared, trust me, it’ll be-oh”, Steve finally pressed his whole body against you, making sure you felt his problem. His big problem.

You two stayed quiet for a while, before you slowly pushed a bit back, making Steve moan into your neck.

Then you did it again.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from grinding into you, while grabbing your hips a bit harder and pulling you right onto his clothed dick. “Fuck-I can stop now but…I really don’t want to”, he mumbled into your hair, burring his face in it. “Then don’t stop, Steve.’ He immediately kissed your neck and shoulder, while one of his hands slowly slid into your shorts immediately finding your wet cunt.

A moan escaped your lips and Steve’s fingers pushed into your wetness with a loud squelch. “You’re so wet-and so tight, fuck. So perfect.” You felt him taking of his boxershorts, before once again pushing against your ass. “But I’m curious how tight your ass is”, his implication made you gasp and throb around his fingers at the same time.

And Steve noticed it too.

“Oh, you like it, huh? You want me to fuck your ass? Split you Open on my big cock?”, he whispered more filth into your ear, pushing down your shorts and grinding his dick against your ass. Feeling him skin to skin made you lightheaded. Like this you could swore he felt even bigger. “Yes-yes fuck my ass, Steve. I want to feel it-“

With that he let go of you and left the bed. You immediately sat up to look where he went, only to see him throw everything out of his suitcase and grabbing a lube bottle. Also, you now saw him in his full size.

It made your mouth water.

Fuck.

And he’d fuck you? You’d definitely feel it for days.

“Ass up, baby. You need some prep or I might not fit”, he winked at you cockily, while he threw his shirt to the floor. You didn’t waste time quickly taking off your clothes and changing positions, onto all fours. He pushed your head down so your elbows touched the bed, also making you arch your back more. “So pretty”, Steve mumbled, kneeling behind you.

You could feel his dick on your ass, rubbing himself against you. “Hmm, I’m not sure it’ll fit, sweetheart…”, he mumbled, looking at the size of his cock compared to you. “But I’m sure you’ll be good for me and make it fit.” With that he took his hardness from you, squeezing some lube onto your rim and starting to massage your tight muscle.

A soft moan erupted in your chest while you pressed yourself back into his finger. “Steve-I want-your cock in my pussy-please fuck me-“ You didn’t have to ask more before his cockhead pressed into your wet cunt, stretching your pussy slowly with his thick dick and ass with his fingers.

“Feels so good, Steve”, moaning you pressed back, till you felt his thighs flush against yours. He was so fucking deep in you, you could feel him hit your cirvex with every thrust. With every following thrust you felt yourself get closer to your high, the stimulation of both of your holes making you dumb with pleasure. “Steve-I’m close-“ He angled his hips a bit differently, making sure to hit your soft spot. This was all you needed before falling over the edge with Steve’s name on your lips.

He felt how your walls throbbed around his cock and three of his fingers that were burried in your ass-and fuck, was it tight.

For a moment he let you ride out your orgasm before pulling out, not kissing the quiet unhappy whine. He’d lose to fill your cunt but…he’d rather fill your ass.

“Sweetheart, can I still fuck your ass? Are you still okay with it?”, he asked against your ear, kissing unseen your earlobe. Being completely exhausted you gave him a thumbs up, grinning back at him. “Sure Stevie”, you giggled, feeling him kiss your cheek. “Thank you”, he mumbled back, not being able to stop himself from grinning.

Taking this three day mission he really couldn’t have dreamed of it turning out like this. Maybe he should do more missions with you. Especially if they all would end like this.

You could hear him lube up his dick, before his mushroom head started pressing into you. Gasping you grabbed the sheets tightly enjoying the stretch of his cock. With every coming inch he felt girthier and so long you could swear you could feel him in your throat. Fuck. He was splitting you in half.

“Oh my fucking god-Steve.” Just then Steve grabbed you by the hair pulling you up, till his body was flush against yours, the last inch thrusting into you, filling you completely. “So tight-you have no idea how good you feel”, Steve mumbled into your neck, before slowly starting to move his hips.

Your head fell back into his shoulder, while he started moving faster, harder. “You’re incredible, taking me so good-made for my cock-now, don’t close your eyes, look down sweetheart”, he whispered into your ear, looking at your stomach over your shoulder. When your head fell forward you couldn’t stop yourself from gasping.

A bulge.

Your stomach was bulging with every thrust.

He was so big you could see him.

A gasp escaped your lips while you grabbed into his arm, when he pushed his palm down on your stomach. You had no idea how it was possible but you knew you were close again.

“Fuck-Steve-don’t stop” He only chuckled into your ear. “I don’t intend to, baby.” With his last word his thrust became quicker and harder, till he had to hold your body, otherwise you’d uselessly fell into the bed.

And he stayed truth to his words. When he finally spilled in your ass, filling you toll it leaked around his girth, you had no idea how made times he had made you cum, but you felt overstimulated and cockdrunk. If it wasn’t for him holding you, you’d be like a doll in his hands.

Maybe you already were.

“You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart…coming seven times for me”, he whispered into your ear, slowly lowering your onto the bed, but still holding your hips up, still thrusting. He knew he could probably do it all night and all day, but he saw you were already nearly falling asleep, not even answering him. The only thing that was leaving your mouth were filthy cries of pleasure or his name, like a mantra.

Even though he wanted to stop, he couldn't. His balls were still heavy and your ass was so, so good. And so, so filthy. The squelching sounds and his cumeaking out of you made it even filthier. Your quiet gasp letting him know how much you enjoyed it, even though you were exhausted.

And yet you still managed to come again.

“So perfect-fuck”, when his own orgasm rolled over him he grinded into your ass, before pulling out and stroking himself over your pussy, shooting the last ropes of cum onto your wet folds-not that he needed to, since your cunt was already drenched from all the cum that had leaked out of your ass. Not only your cum, but also your legs and the sheets.

“What a beautiful sight.” A grin crept onto his lips when he scooped some of the cum onto his fingers and pushed into your cunt, immediately feeling your press back onto them, completely cockdrunk.

Chuckling he pulled his fingers out, sucking the remaining taste off of them, before grabbing his t-shirt from the floor and wiping away the cum, still admiring your gaping holes. Filled and leaking.

“We’ll definitely do this again”, he said after finally laying down and pulling you with your back against his chest, listening to your quiet, barely audible whisper.

“Can’t wait, Daddy.”

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PROWL HEADCANNONS

a/n: prowl on 'how he'd fall for you' headcannons because I’m bored and I love this war criminal to bits. (human gn.reader btw) warnings : just me rambling about prowl. might make part two of this idk.

I feel like prowl wouldn’t be the type to seek out someone; the only reason he’ll fall in love with you ( or in his case, have an illogical, spur of the moment, chemical reaction) is because you’ve been working him long enough to understand how his mind works

you’re gonna have to be the calm type, smart enough to know he’s off his rockers — since you’re going to have to tolerate him, anyway

or dumb enoug you don’t know wtf’s going on half of the time and just,,,supports what he does — he keeps you around for that

either ways, you're only there because the high council needs someone to keep tabs on prowl. in case he gets bored and decides to scheme another conspiracy to overthrow the government

(an exaggerated bias, as he'd say)

dumb is like his emotional support golden retriever, and calm is also the same, except less rowdy and just stares into his soul when he fucks up. But he stares back though and you're not one to give up either (in the end he does)

(Trope dynamics of loud dumb x smart and internally seething calm x smart is what I’m thinking lol)

calm would be someone in the science field or in the medical field, sassy, knows a lot (because if you’re going to lose your shit, it’s likely you’re never going to win an argument against him so = logical sympathetic + done w/ his shit + I stick around bc I care )

and for dumb loud would be someone in his profession, like buddy buddy cop + someone that just tags along because, hey, you like pissing him off

‘in both cases, if he falls for you it’s either because (for internally seething calm) you’ve managed to sooth him down from another temper tantrum or understand how he feels, in a way.

[i]

it’s not his usual tantrum, he’s a lot more emotional today and you’re incredibly concerned. this is prowl of all people! what’s got him so worked up? he's the least logical when he thinks someone's about to betray him

you notice the whispers as you saunter along the halls, everyone passing their remarks about the earlier supposed argument between the autobot SIC and his commander

brother was going off on the walls of his office when you slip in, punching holes, flipping tables — lotsa tables — and datapads were strewn across the floor, stylus pens cluttering about. it’s a barren hell hole. more barren than clemency combined

all this you’re not so interested in, it’s a normal thing, a three to four stage process : you’ll listen as he rants. you’ll nod and slowly, not so subtly in his peripheral, coax him to sit on the couch as you fix up the place.

"His perception of justice is too idealistic!" He chuffs and you'd reply “Oh? Optimus is not taking your advice again? I thought he’s a lot more understanding…”

something like that

today, however,

The moment you slinked inside the room, swiftly locking the door, you're greeted with his back is turned, helm hunching over his taut shoulders

your gaze swivelled from the upturned tables to the mess around and it's only then you notice energon plinking down to the puddle on the floor then energon seeping from the crevices of his fist.

Your eyes find the similar smear on the wall, then to the glass shards of a fractured cup on the floor, glinting

he’s bleeding

your medical instincts take reign, voice soft with concern.

“prowl—“

“don’t touch me.” He reels away.

His vents are shuddering, a staticky sporadic bursts of chuffs. He’s not breathing well, much too fueled by his own anger, his optics dart around the place, unable to focus, jittery and restless.

he paces around the room, servos unable to still

you know that hopeless feeling. The desire to do something , anything, but rooted at the inability to do so purges all instincts

you inch closer, palms up placatingly, treading on a light rake of glass. “It’s alright. Breathe. think about your three senses—"

“I said don’t touch me.’’ his voice is louder, more defensive, the kind you see a lot given you're his partner and the fact not all his propositions weren't taken so well. you can guess that's what happened today, or an altercation he's taken a lot too personally.

"I won't. I just want to see your wound."

"Its nothing. I said leave." his door wings flare up, a prey cornered with no where to go, lashing out as its last primal instinct to survive

pity spools into your chest

"it's alright, prowl. It's just me." you're halfway close and he backs up against the wall. "Let's talk like we always do, hm? Talk to let out some steam. Talk about what happened this morning or we can talk about something else."

"you don't understand." his voice wavers off a little, still having that tinge of sharpness yet it's loosing it's edge. his optics fail to meet yours. It's lodged to your feet. somewhere there. he's never been this vulnerable

"I won't have to understand." You say, and your hand curls experimentally over his own, testing to see if he'd lash out

When he didn't you intertwine you hands with his, easing down the stress of his knuckles. "You don't have to tell me anything. Just let me see your hands. I'll leave after once I fix everything up."

A moment — a beat; he relents.

Or more accurately, he's reeled silent as you tow him to the couch, clutching an ivory medical kit in the other hand.

With his servos on your knee, you work delicately, picking the fractured shards from the crevices of his digits that were lodged deep into the cords

His expression doesn't betray much pain plaguing his face with the usual pinched, dour look as he gazes outside the window. Though, he tenses up when you'd come across a deeper wound

then something hard on your shoulder startled you. You blink when you feel the crook of his nose nestle your shoulder blades. he's never been this affectionate and while you prefer to assault him with all kinds of question, you chose not to

It's like handling a startled cat; you're afraid of overwhelming him in case he'd draw back again. So you follow along, leaning a bit back so he's neck is comfortable with the bend.

The white bandages were purged a purple mauve when you roll the fabric around his digits, tying the loose ends with a dainty little bow.

You fix up the kit, his head still on your shoulder and you were about to leave when something grasps your sleeves. It's a tight clutch, digits curling around the fabric.

Prowl's now staring at the ground, any emotion on his face is imperceptible. Later punctuated by a remark, soft yet demanding, he uttered :

"stay."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

One of my friends asked me to do this for her so buckle up. (I’m the editor btw, ur welcome. This story was horrendous in terms of spelling and grammar when it was sent to me 😭)

AITA for yelling at one of my classmate because she didn’t want to sing in her choir class?

I, (17f) and one of my peers, (15 f) were in choir class one day, and she decides to not take part when we were practicing our Christmas carols. She sits on the floor and just plays away on her phone, not paying attention. I decide to walk over to her and ask what’s up. She tells me that she feels pressured to sing, and that she shouldn’t have to, because of her anxiety. Yeah, we all have anxiety (well, most of us do) yet here we are in choir class. It doesn’t make sense to me, so yeah, I got a little mad. I told her “well, you shouldn’t have signed up for choir, if you’re not comfortable singing!” And she tells me, “I DO love singing, when I want to! But if people like you are forcing me to, I feel pressured!” I yelled back. “Well GET OVER IT, BECAUSE YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS!” “I KNOW I DID, I JUST FEEL TOO PRESSURED!”

We yelled back and forth for a little bit, until the bell rang, and she ran out of the room crying.

I find out later that she’s twisting the story to put her in the right. She ALWAYS does this, she loves to make herself the main character. She sends a copied and pasted message to all of her friends, and one of them lets her know with screenshots, tagging her on Snapchat. (editor note here: I have those screenshots if anyone wants to see) In those screenshots, she talks about how she was working on her music and just resting, when I came up and started “saying sh-t from 3-4 feet away.”

I later learned that two of my friends were on call with her during 5th period, (editor: I was one of them, it was really interesting) and she’s twisted the story yet again, saying that it was the TEACHERS who yelled at her, not me. She also talked about going home because “all the yelling made her feel sick.” And this whole story is making ME feel sick.

(Hey, it’s me again, and I want to share I little of my story, don’t worry, it won’t be too long.)

So I heard about all of this during 4th period, science class, when two of my friends got into an argument over text about it, and how one was in the wrong and the other wasn’t. I didn’t think much about it until 5th period, when I met up with one of my friends and they told me the whole story. One of my other friends came over and sat by us as we called her, and she was laying in her bed, and she sounded absolutely fine. She talked about all this that was stated above. Me and the other guy were supposed to stay silent, because if she knew we were on the phone she would refuse to talk. She didn’t know she was on speaker either. It’s really wild and honestly some of the craziest drama I’ve been a part of. Good news is my old friend group is back together

so, internet, do your thing.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[scienceoftheidiot]

Tag game for fanfiction authors !

I was tagged by both @the-blue-eyed-firebender and @lassusog, thank you so much to both of you !!

The story you're proudest of: 

I have two in mind, but I will be talking about the other one later, and I want to talk about a finished one. I’m incredibly proud of us, @qs63 and myself, for “My own worst friend and my own closest enemy” (does it surprise anyone that I am the one who chose the title? BTW fun fact, it comes from the same song as my username). I’m proud of us for  writing a four hands fic relatively seamlessly, and managing to get to the end of it in a relatively short time. It was a blast from start to finish, and I’m also glad it seems to still get love a year after we finished publishing. Bonus, it’s still very fun to re-read for me because I only wrote 50% of it so I don’t remember everything and I get surprised every time haha. We managed to make a fic that also delves into character study for both BH and 03 Roy and Riza, and that was INCREDIBLY FUN. Best time. 

Your story that's gotten the most love online:

We don’t talk about failures Murdocks Never Quit in this house so let’s talk about one I’m actually proud of (at least I did learn from my mistakes). Besides, it seems to have gotten that much insane love without me even knowing or being told it so uh. Nevermind. That just couldn't work, could it.

Of course since it’s a very long fic with multiple chapters the one which has received the most love is All the hope (not that people read more long fics but statistically more people are exposed to it thanks to the new chapters updates), which I am very proud and insanely happy about, because at first I wasn’t even planning to publish it. And now I’m gladly on the way to finish this monster of a fic and already planning the second part. Go figure XD but I am so so grateful for everyone who has given a chance to it and for those who keep on reading. Extra bonus for you who leave all these detailed comments at each chapters, all of you, you have no idea how you’ve kept me afloat all year. And kept/keep me writing. All the love for you. Thank you so much. 

Tease a current WIP or idea you're working on: 

I’m already thinking of what I could do once I’m done publishing All the hope, and I have some WIPs lying around. The most developed one has already been partially written, and I’m considering trying to start posting it with a long delay between chapters, to allow me to work on multiple things at once. Not sure it’s a good idea, though. This one, some of my followers might know about, has for working name “1923”, and explores the lives of the Roy and Riza of OUR universe that we don’t get to see in Conqueror of Shamballa. I couldn’t NOT have fun with sending Roy into WW1, I mean, ME. SENDING CHARACTERS INTO WW1? HOW SURPRISING. I even managed to find a historically accurate way to send Riza to war without making a nurse out of her (which. No. No nurse Riza for me, unless you count her nursing Roy back to health)(of course, who do you think I am, you know what I write). There’s of course all the other characters that pop up here and there. And yes of course this is 100% Royai lol (UPDATE : I don't know what possessed me. It's a Royai fic alright. However. There are surprises in it. If I don't mention that I know someone will come and kill me with her bare hands. Lol. Royai with a twist I guess?)

Your top 3 fandoms:

I don’t know if I can count FMA 03 and Brotherhood/manga as different fandoms lol so FMA, Daredevil (comics or show, but they ARE different characters)(I'm more of a comics Matt lover, to everyone's surprise), and Ripper Street (everyone watch Ripper Street please and you will thank me after wanting to kill me). 

Your top 3 ships:

Royai, Havoroyai (didn’t specify I can’t have OT3), Havoroy yes there is a pattern here.

Wait was I supposed to talk about different fandoms? Then Matt/Karen and Edmund/his hat (and anyone who would be willing to give some love to this disaster of a man). 

Rec someone else's fic:

Your Warmth Against My Scars by @lassusog. Just. It’s just so good. Perfect angst, perfect characterisation, and so, so, so good on all parts I just can’t seem to find the words and it makes me insane. Read it if you haven’t already, re-read it if you have, which is what I’m planning to do. 

Pick one!

Fluff or Angst (or both, they gotta earn the fluff)

Oneshots or longfics

Canon compliance or canon divergence

AO3 or FF.net

I tag @qs63, @wellbehaveddolphin, I think all the other royai people have been tagged already ? My memory is Swiss cheese so if you haven't and you see this, please do it. And I'll extend to @mabonetsamhain, @residentdormouse, @littleragondin and @riotbrrrd :)

[spotsandsocks]

summarizing my WIPs poorly

Tagged by @tizniz @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 I loved your summaries 😆

Here we go then - all buddie btw

1. Oh god did I really say that and what have I gotten myself into I’m going to have to murder my friends for this

2. Nobody ever wanted me and they still don’t except something odd is going on and people are being nice but I’ve got to put up with this smart arse annoying guy who I can’t get enough of and might be my only friend

3. What’s a nice nobleman like me to do but try and get some dodgy thieves that just tried to rob me and my sister to help me kidnap her

4 what seemed like a good idea at the time has now just made my life so much more complicated and my sister might kill me cos she has to organise a huge party now just so Iñ can chat to this guy a bit more

5 so i may have overthought this Christmas gift thing but it doesn’t like mean anything

6 it’s amazing how long you can take to work out which is better juice or coffee

7 shit there was supposed to be some smut in this one and I forgot to write it

feel free to send me asks about any of them. I’m in a bit of a slump so it might get me motivated again 😔

Just a mini tag list for this I’m afraid feeling lazy but you’re tagged if you want to be @wikiangela @daffi-990 @underwater-ninja-13 @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @exhuastedpigeon @diazsdimples @disasterbuckdiaz @weewootruck @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @lover-of-mine @say-bi-for-me @watchyourbuck @buddierights @rogerzsteven

[gojonanami]

This is about the hate anon. Honestly if you only write Fanfics to end up at the top of tags you probably shouldn’t write, this is not a popularity contest and nobody gains anything from being at the top of tags.

I am a small blog that writers stuff and get only around 50 notes but I don’t care, I write because it’s fun. Big blogs are not doing anything wrong by using the right tags.

People on this platform can be so dumb, i honestly wish it was less toxic.

And you btw deserve the attention, I love your works no matter how long. <3

no literally—I’m not even at the top most of the time I’ve checked?? there are literally so many bigger blogs than me so idk what their problem is. I truly believe that the quality of your work is not correlated with notes — tumblr is a luck game but also one that prefers smut lmao. my favorite pieces I have written did worse than others — I never know why, it just always happens

before jjk I wrote for tiny fandoms where I was lucky to break 50 notes and others where 500 was a lot. it literally doesn’t matter — it’s a hobby. are blogs not supposed to use tags once they hit a certain follower count???

anyway you’re very lovely and thank you for being so lovely 🥹💕

[kyojurismo]

Can I req Douma or Kokushibo having an s/o that is really shitty with math or sth and they need to help them bc hw (also, it's modern time but they are demons and somehow managed to survive the war + live w/ the humans now)

btw, if you choose koku you could do bio bc he can see thru humans yk, that makes it so much easier for him, right?

# douma & kokushibo

tags : gn!reader, school & homework (i hate this stuff i’m sorry of course i’m gonna tag em lol), douma is smart but plays dumb, kokushibo is the “dad helping his child doing the homework” type (you’ll see), not proofread.

a/n : this is also the proof that i don’t know how to write this kind of scenarios so LMAO i apologise & i hope you’ll enjoy it anyway <3

DOUMA

“i can’t do that!” you whined, letting go of the pen. “you can,” douma was sitting on the couch, minding his business. “no! i need your help,” you pouted, waiting for him to finally help you with your math homework.

he sighed, thinking for a moment before getting up and coming closer. douma sat down next to you and grabbed your book. “alright…” he read the exercise and chuckled.

“look… i don’t know what it is asking, can you explain it to me?” he smiled at you, showing his fangs. you got distracted for a moment before nodding, starting to explain what you had to do. “oh! that’s right,” douma nodded and chuckled again.

“then can you show me? i think i’ve not very good at this kind of exercises,” he seemed sad, but was faking it. you just didn’t noticed.

that’s what he wanted. he knew you could actually do that, so he pretended to not knowing what your exercises were about. that way you would explain them to him and subconsciously solve them.

“yeah, i think this should be a 5 tho,” he smirked and got up, you finally understood. “hey! you were supposed to help me,” you groaned, annoyed by his behaviour. “but you finished them, darling,” douma winked at you and sat down on the couch again, satisfied with himself.

“asshole,” you murmured, staring down at the now solved math exercises.

KOKUSHIBO

“you know the answer to that,” he stared at you intently. well, with his six eyes. “no i don’t,” you shook your head.

“you just have to locate the kidney,” he explained. thanks shit, he can see where it was located clearly. you sent him a glare, annoyed. “why can’t you tell me where it is?”

“because you have to learn it yourself,” he sighed. kokushibo was stern when it came to studying. “alright…” you huffed and answered, not paying too much attention.

“no! i told you it was up there,” his finger pointed at a specific point on the paper. “no you did not!” he did in fact mentioned it while showing you, he wasn’t brainless.

he showed you a few organs’ location and then wanted you to remember and point them on the paper. you just weren’t that good at biology.

“this is madness,” he muttered and got up. “you know it’s hard for normal people like me,” you whined. you wanted to reason with him, deep down he knew he could see things you couldn’t. plus, he was a demon.

“alright, i’ll help you. but just this time.”

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[thestobingirlie]

To answer your Byler question: it’s about the slow burn of it all and about the audience that the story will reach. I don’t really know what you mean by “with gay rep the way it is now” because the state of gay rep rn is just two characters getting together after a few episodes of no buildup. Regardless of Will and Mike being white (which I’m going to assume is what you’re getting at), there are very few modern gay stories out there that spend this long on a slow build and the careful construction of a seasons-long sexuality arc. That is what would make Byler so unique if it ever becomes canon, compounded by the fact that ST is the most mainstream of mainstream shows. This isn’t Heartstopper or Schitt’s Creek or another gay show whose audience is limited because it’s targeted specifically to gay people — Everyone and their mother watches it, and that means that everyone will end up witnessing Byler’s story if it happens. That is what would make this special and groundbreaking. 

Of course, no one should be dismissing the importance of Robin as a character on her own, and lesbophobes claiming that Robin and Vickie mean nothing is unfair, but your point about it being the other way around (aka Byler meaning nothing Vickie and Robin as a couple) doesn’t make any sense, as Rovickie has had barely had 5 minutes of screen time together compared to the way Byler has been built up since S1. Even Robin and Nancy got more screen time than them, hence Rovickie’s complete lack of popularity. Stranger Things had the opportunity to make Vickie important in s4 and chose not to do it. It’s no different than any other show, where as you said, the wlw couple is just in the background. It’s nice that ST included a love interest for Robin, but it would have been more meaningful if she was actually a character in her own right. 

(And Robin and Vickie are also white, btw.) 

okay.

first, i would like you to watch more gay shows, because from the sounds of it you are not very well versed. but that’s okay!

second, i mentioned will and mike are white because while there are a lot of white mlm ships around nowadays, that number obviously drops with gay characters of colour, and i wanted to be clear i was taking that into consideration.

third, and i presume this is where our opinions majorly differ, i don’t think will’s sexuality arc has been handled as well as it could have been. and i think if the majority of the audience is unable to recognise that mike is going through a sexuality arc, then byler won’t be recognised as a slowburn anyway.

fourth, other shows have been popular and included gay characters and couples. and people are already calling stranger things a “gay show” because they have one lesbian and one gay character. though i think it’s very sweet that you think people, at the bare minimum, watching byler happen will make byler groundbreaking. a ship isn’t groundbreaking just because it’s been seen by a certain amount of people.

now, you seem… riled by my comparison of rockie to byler lmao. i think you misunderstood my tags. so i suppose there’s a few things to address with this too lol.

so. i very very much so doubt byler has been built from s1, because the duffers didn’t plan past s1. we were never going to see those characters again. the duffers are largely making this shit up as they go along.

a lot of bylers i’ve seen on tumblr seem to have this… obsession with making stranger things the mike and will show, and it just isn’t. and i think they’re doing a disservice to the characters and the ship by imagining this importance.

and i don’t think rockie not having a main part is a bad thing. i want my gay characters to exist past their sexuality. rockie isn’t groundbreaking! so many ships have come before it lmao. but it doesn’t need to be groundbreaking. i’m okay with vickie being introduced this season as her love interest, and robin having a life and arc outside of vickie. that’s how most side romances go. that’s what happened with dustin and suzie! if vickie receives no time at all in s5 and rockie end up together off screen, then yes, obviously i’ll be annoyed at the lack of time given to them. but that’s a problem for future me.

my point was rockie having their moment, and dating, and us watching it throughout s5 would mean more to me than byler happening. not that everyone shouldn’t care about byler rep lmao.

(and i know rockie are white, babe, but wlw shows are being cancelled regardless of if they’re both white)

[training4theapocalypse]

A Nest of Vipers Ch3. (Cormac McLaggen x Original Female Character - Slytherin)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings / Tags: Smut, Oral Sex (F receiving), Secret Relationship

Summary: Cormac McLaggen has some useful information that Una Montague is very grateful for.

A/N: My neck, my back...

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Chapter 3: Service

The bell rang, signalling the end of Potions. Una looked at Sabine and Meredith. Professor Slughorn was in a very pleasant mood after she’d performed well in class today but nerves still twisted in her stomach. 

“You’ve got this,” said Sabine confidently and extended her pinky finger. Meredith leaned across the desk behind them and the three of them squeezed their pinkies together. “You know how to get what you want. So do it.”

Una nodded. “I’ll meet you in the Great Hall.”

She braced herself, getting ready to ask her favour of Professor Slughorn. Careful flattery of the people who mattered was right in her wheelhouse but when it came to her brother Graham, her fierce protectiveness made her feel like the stakes were incredibly high.

Cormac McLaggen, who usually ignored her in this particular lesson due to her proximity to the rest of the so-called ‘Vipers’, glanced at her suspiciously as he exited the classroom. Una didn’t acknowledge him. She didn’t need Cormac distracting her now as she hovered at her desk, waiting for the Potions room to vacate. 

“Professor Slughorn, sir?” she asked when it was only she and the Potions Master left.

“Miss Montague, I’ve already told you that was an excellent Everlasting Elixir. I hope you’re not looking for more points?” he chuckled.

“No, sir.” She smiled modestly. “I hope it’s not too much to ask but I was hoping to ask you a favour.”

“A favour? Well, I certainly couldn’t refuse at least hearing our Head Girl out, could I?” 

“Thank you, sir. It’s about my brother, Graham Montague. I don’t suppose you heard what happened to him last year?”

“I’ve heard rumours, of course. But I’m not, ah, familiar with the whole story, that is.”

Una launched into a dramatic retelling of what happened to her younger brother last year. She didn’t hold back on the horrific details - her eyes expertly welled up in all the right places while Slughorn ‘ooh’-ed and ‘ahh’-ed. By the end of the story, Slughorn had even conjured up an opulent satin handkerchief for her to dry her eyes on.

“And so you see, sir. He’s only sitting two N.E.W.Ts this year - he didn’t want to fall a year behind his classmates. But Potions is his favourite subject. It’s just that he barely scraped an ‘A’ because he missed so much.”

“I do see, m’dear,” said Slughorn sympathetically. “And your brother, is he half as clever as his older sister?”

Una sniffled into the handkerchief and gave him a watery smile. “Yes, sir.”

“Then it’s settled!” boomed Slughorn. “He’ll have some catching up to do - it’s three weeks into term, you know. But he can certainly join the other sixth-years.”

“Thank you, Professor.” 

Slughorn smiled and walked her out of the classroom.

“Not at all! Not at all!” he said when they were in the corridor and Una had the distinct feeling that Slughorn very much enjoyed being asked for favours that only he could grant. Like a giant, walrus genie. 

Slughorn waddled off into the direction of the Great Hall, as she fixed her mascara, quickly pulling herself together and stuffed the silk handkerchief into her bag. That couldn’t have gone any better if she had tried. She was excited to brag to Sabine and Meredith about how she had masterfully pulled Slughorn’s strings. But she was secretly even more excited that Graham would have another lesson to keep himself busy. Hopefully too busy to help Draco Malfoy with whatever schemes he had planned.

“Masterfully done,” said a voice behind Una as she pulled her gaze from Slughorn and turned to see Cormac McLaggen, leaning one of his broad shoulders against the wall and giving her a slow round of applause.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Una, fixing her hair by tucking it behind her ear.

“Sure,” said Cormac.

“What are you waiting out here for? Are you spying on me?” Una tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Feeling brave enough to push me up against the wall with all these witnesses?” she asked, looking at the sparse groups of students passing the dungeons on their way to dinner.

“Oh, come on. You loved that and you know it.”

Una pursed her lips not deigning to dignify his comment with a response, however true it was. “Why are you waiting out here, Cormac?”

“Well -” he took a deep breath. “Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to come along and watch?”

Una snorted. She hadn’t expected that.

“Don’t laugh,” he said, giving her an offended look.

“I’m sorry,” she said, regaining her composure. “No, honestly, I am. But how do I put this politely?” She looked at the high ceiling thoughtfully. “I simply couldn’t think of a worse way to spend a Saturday.” This was, at least, the truth. She’d spent enough of her childhood and time at Hogwarts watching her brother play and couldn’t think of anything more dull.

“I just wanted to make up for the other night in the library. Call a truce.”

“By asking me to watch you play Quidditch?”

He shrugged and gave her a cocky grin. “Some people say I look really good in my uniform.”

Una laughed again but this time it was in disbelief. He really was arrogant beyond belief. 

“Well, thank you for the exceptionally generous offer but I’ll have to say ‘no’ on this occasion.”

“I just thought you might want an excuse to look at me from a safe distance.”

She couldn’t help her mouth twisting into a reluctant smile. He was nice to look at. And Merlin’s Beard, he was persistent. It was a very strange sort of peace offering.

“Please, Cormac,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

He took a sharp inhale of breath. “Oh, don’t say that. It’s giving me ideas.”

“What, ‘Cormac’?”

“‘Please’”, he corrected her. “You know if you just saw me play, I’d have you begging like that.”

“In your dreams,” said Una, turning to walk away, hiding how much she was enjoying his audacity. 

“Wait, Una. Last chance,” he called to her.

“Are you giving me an ultimatum?” she turned back around and smirked.

“I’m just saying, plenty of other girls in here who are interested,” he lifted up his hands.

“Sure, Cormac. Go ahead and ask one of them to watch you play,” laughed Una, shaking her head at his very transparent attempt to make her jealous. “I’ll see you in Transfiguration next week.”

“Suit yourself.”

And with that, she made her way to the Great Hall, wondering if she might make up some excuse to go and watch. She actually would enjoy seeing what Cormac McLaggen’s shoulders would look like in the Gryffindor Quidditch robes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few days later, Cormac McLaggen sat in Professor McGonagall’s classroom, determinedly not looking back at the door in anticipation of his deskmate’s arrival.

“So, how did it go?” asked Una, as Cormac looked up to see her slipping into her usual seat as the buzz from the other students filled the classroom.

Cormac hesitated - he wasn’t sure what exactly had happened at the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts. The memory was still hazy. It was probably all the adrenaline, he supposed.

“That bad?” she smirked.

He shrugged nonchalantly as if it didn’t bother him. “Reserve keeper,” he said. “Probably just as well you didn’t turn up.”

Cormac felt Una’s eyes on him, surveying him carefully.

“You know, Cormac, it would have looked weird if I’d have gone. It’s not like anyone else in Slytherin would have been there,” she said quietly.

“I get it.” 

“Everyone knows I hate Quidditch too. It would have been sus-.”

“Honestly, it’s fine.” He looked at her apprehensively. “Look, I’ve been thinking it’s probably for the best anyway.”

Una grinned at him. “Oh no, are you breaking up with me?”

When tryouts were over, he had spent time thinking about this long and hard over the weekend as his thoughts recently so often turned to Una. “I just think - whatever it is we’re playing at - we should cut it out.”

Una gasped playfully. “Oh my god, you are breaking up with me.”

“Well, obviously not. We were never together. But yeah.” He cleared his throat, bracing himself for her reaction.

Una moved in closer to him. “You’re not slick, you know that, right? This is the oldest trick in the book.”

“Una, it’s not a trick. I’m serious,” he said, turning in his chair to face her. Cormac knew the more time he spent in her company, the more he was experiencing feelings for her. Mostly strong feelings of irritation - she really wasn’t an easy person to get along with. But he was starting to realise that maybe the best way to rid himself of those feelings perhaps wasn’t bending her over, and fucking her until she started saying nice things to him. Maybe.

“You can’t resist me, Cormac. You said you think about fucking me all the time,” she hushed as if reading his mind.

“We both know our friends would cut us off if we started dating each other.”

“Who said anything about dating each other?” Una rested her hand on his knee. Her touch felt like a jolt of lightning. Before Cormac could reply, she slinked off of her chair and crawled under the desk. His eyes widened as he looked down at her on the floor between his legs. Una’s hand travelled further up his thigh as she whispered, “Nobody needs to know.”

Cormac felt blood rushing towards his cock as he looked edgily from left to right to see if anyone else had noticed what was happening. They hadn’t. He looked back down at her on her knees with her lips parted. 

He was done for.

“Una,” he murmured. “What are you -”

Her free hand rummaged in her bag and she got up to her seat again.

“Just getting my quill,” she said, putting it on the desk and smoothing her hair as she took her seat again. 

“Books and quills away,” barked Professor McGonagall as she entered the classroom. “Today you’ll be turning toads into toadstools.”

Una made to slide off her chair to return her quill to her bag but Cormac gripped her arm and shook his head. 

Una smirked at him. “What?”

“You know what.”

“Still getting ideas, Cormac?”

This was even more maddening than when Una was pretending she wasn’t interested in him. Cormac opened his mouth to respond but Professor McGonagall continued.

“Might I remind you that you should be working on these spells non-verbally so there will be no need for talking. That goes for you too, Mr McLaggen.”

Cormac turned in his chair abruptly to face the front but Una just smiled innocently at the stern look on McGonagall’s face.

They didn’t speak to one another as their toads were passed out. Una wrinkled her nose when a particularly fat, ugly toad was placed on her desk. As if merely keen to rid herself of its presence she tapped her wand lazily and it turned into a pretty, red toadstool.

Cormac knitted his eyebrows together and pointed his own wand at his toad, repeating the spell over and over again in his head. It did nothing.

“You know, I could help you,” said Una, brushing her hair from her shoulder and lolling back in her chair. 

Cormac sighed. “Go on then.”

“Not so fast. What are you gonna do for me?”

“Are you sexually harassing me, Una?”

“Maybe…” She gave him a flirtatious smile that he almost returned until with a flicker of indignation he remembered why he had resolved to stop flirting back with her.

“Then what?” He whispered. “I admit I want to fuck you so you can pretend you’re not interested and then we start this whole thing again?” He raised an eyebrow. “Una, I can’t keep up. I’m not good with these games.”

“Really? I thought we were having fun.”

He looked at her with a pained expression. “I don’t need this kind of fun.”

Una narrowed her eyes. “Fine. Find someone else. You’d be bored out of your mind.”

“I wouldn’t,” he said.

“Prove it.”

“I will.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Almost a week later, Professor Slughorn had invited them to another one of his dinners, which Una still determinedly refused to refer to as ‘Slug Club’. After promising Sabine and Meredith that she’d find out what she could about the next potions lesson, Una and Blaise made their way to Slughorn’s office.

They entered the room to find Cormac McLaggen and Eddie Carmichael amongst the students already seated. Una ignored the empty seats beside Cormac and instead, she followed Blaise to the opposite side of the table beside Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. 

Cormac frowned when she took her seat but she paid him no mind which only seemed to annoy him more. So much for not being interested in playing games.

An hour or so later, when desserts had magically appeared on the table, Una watched as Cormac tried to make eye contact with the girl on Una’s right as he sucked chocolate sauce from his finger. The girl he’d been eyeing up, Hermione Granger, caught his eye and Una had to stuff an entire profiterole in her mouth to stop herself laughing when she saw Hermione visibly recoil. 

Cormac cleared his throat and pretended to find another conversation incredibly interesting as she watched his neck turn scarlet as he looked away. Maybe there weren’t ‘plenty of girls who were interested’ as he had claimed. Although, thought Una with satisfaction, if he was looking for a nice, boring girl then Slughorn’s club was probably the the right place

“You know, Miss Montague. I had been meaning to tell you that it’s been a pleasure having your brother, Graham, in Potions,” said Professor Slughorn once the dessert plates had been cleared and the older students’ wine glasses began filling up.

“Thank you, Sir,” beamed Una.

“I was worried about him keeping up after his incident last year but I needn’t have been!”

A few seats down Una heard a snort of laughter. She turned to see Ginny Weasley stifling a snicker with her hand.

“Think it’s funny, do you?” shot Una, glaring at her.

“I mean, sort of, yeah,” said Ginny, far too boldly in Una’s opinion. “He turned up alright in the end. In the U-Bend, mind.”

Una clenched her jaw. Ginny Weasley couldn’t have been the one who’d done it. She was much too small to have shoved Graham anywhere. But still, the little smirk on her face told her that she probably knew who had. 

“He almost died. Thanks to someone in your stupid little club,” said Una bitterly.

“Well, let’s call it even after your Slytherin gang of snitches made sure we all got detention,” Ginny retorted.

“Even? You think that detention -“

“Ladies, ladies. Please. All water under the bridge now, surely?” implored Slughorn.

It certainly wasn’t. Not to her. Nonetheless, she quickly rearranged her face into a smile at Slughorn. She would prefer to have him as an ally, have her think she was the bigger person.

“Certainly, Sir.”

Cormac looked at her with a slightly guilty expression from across the table. She averted her gaze - she had temporarily forgotten he had been part of the D.A. too.

When dinner was finally over and Una had managed to procure information from Slughorn about the next Potions lesson, she and Blaise walked back towards the Slytherin common room together.

“That Ginny Weasley really is a piece of work,” sneered Una. Blaise looked over his shoulder. “She’s good-looking though,” Una added just to see his reaction.

“I wouldn’t touch that little Blood Traitor with a ten-foot broomstick.”

“Blaise, don’t use that kind of language around me or I’ll tell your sister.”

He scoffed. “Fine.”

“And I’ve seen the way you look at her. I know you’re just deflecting.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna tell my sister about that too?”

“No,” said Una carefully and they both came to a standstill. “I wouldn’t tell her... And I wouldn’t tell her if you wanted to use Slughorn’s club as an opportunity to get to know her either.”

Blaise eyed her suspiciously.

“I mean it. I don’t think we can help it if we’re attracted to someone - even if they’re in Gryffindor.”

“Montague!” called a voice from behind them. Cormac McLaggen was on his own, walking towards them. 

“What do you want?” asked Una coolly.

“I was wondering if you had written down the Transfiguration homework?” he asked, giving her a meaningful look that Blaise didn’t fail to notice.

“I’m going to the common room,” said Blaise, walking away. “I’ll see you later.”

“Blaise, wait a minute.” Una caught up and stopped him. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I was just saying.”

She stared at him for a second, trying to read his cool, dark eyes. 

“Slughorn held you back because he wanted to ask you a question after the party,” he said quietly so Cormac couldn’t hear. “And maybe in future… he’ll have something he wants to ask me.” He raised his eyebrow pointedly.

Una nodded, not daring to say anything else. She wasn’t sure she trusted Blaise. Or he her. But the less either of them said, the more plausible deniability they both had. 

She turned back to Cormac as she heard Blaise walk away.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Look, it’s about your brother,” said Cormac in a hushed voice. “I just wanted you to know it wasn’t anything to do with me.”

She scanned his face carefully, looking for any signs of deceit. But there were none. “Do you know who it was?”

“I don’t think I can say… I mean, you know Marietta Edgecombe? When she told Umbridge about the D.A. she got horrible acne all over her face spelling the word ‘sneak’. There’s a curse to stop us from saying anything about what went on.”

Una rolled her eyes with all the derision she could muster. “Of course. I wouldn’t want you to ruin your good looks. Those are more important. See you later, Cormac.” She walked away but before she could reach the end of the corridor he called after her.

“It was Fred and George Weasley.” His voice rang out, echoing the names in the deserted hallway.

Una paused. Not quite believing what she had just heard, she turned around slowly to see Cormac squeezing his eyes tight shut, bracing himself for the curse to mark his face “Is it bad? Just tell me,” he said, not daring to open his eyes.

Una walked back towards him to look at his face. It was still stupidly handsome. Even in the dim torchlight of the corridor, she could see he had not been marred by whatever curse he was expecting.

She reached up and brushed her index finger across his cheekbone. Her face was so close to his neck that as she looked up at his face she could smell the expensive, clean scent of his aftershave. 

“What does it say?” He said, opening one eye.

She traced letters across his face as she spelt out. “D… I… C…K-.”

“Oh, ha-ha.” He said opening his green eyes and looking down at her, standing in tiptoe to touch his face. “Is there anything there?”

She shook her head slowly. “You really thought you might get cursed if you told me?” He nodded. “That was very brave considering your looks are mostly all you’ve got going for you.”

“You know what? I just did a decent thing - you are so -”

“Kiss me,” she interrupted.

“You - what?” 

She looked from his raised eyebrows to his lips. “I won’t bite.”

“Sure about that?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not this time, anyway,” she said, smoothing her hands along his jumper. “Unless you want me to.”

He studied her expectant face. For a second she thought he wasn’t going to kiss her. Until, with a resigned sigh, he tilted his head down and pressed his soft lips against hers tentatively. She pulled herself against his body and kissed him back, tasting dark chocolate and red wine on his lips. When her tongue swiped against his lower lip, he seemed to decide it was safe enough to slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He ran his hand through her hair and tugged gently at the nape of her neck, tilting her head back so he could kiss her exposed throat shamelessly. She cupped his head as he did, feeling his dark blonde curls entwined through her fingers. 

A door slammed shut in the distance and they broke apart abruptly when they heard footsteps at the other end of the corridor. Their eyes darted towards the door at the end of the corridor nearest them. They both bolted towards it. Cormac recklessly threw it open and they ran inside, shutting the door behind them and leaning against it catching their breath. 

Una’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation of being caught. They stayed deadly silent as the footsteps passed and breathed a sigh of relief as they went off into the distance.

Una took in her dark surroundings. It was a disused classroom with empty bookcases and some tables and chairs piled up in a corner. They remained quiet for a few seconds, neither of them daring to bring up what had just happened in the corridor. Una knew she had to get back before before Sabine and Meredith had time to be suspicious. 

She turned to look up at him. “We should go. I appreciate you telling me about the Weasley twins. That was really useful information.”

“Useful information?”

“It doesn’t matter. But I mean it, thank you.”

“Happy to have been of service.” Cormac leaned against the door, looking down at her. He curled two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up towards him. “Call it a favour.”

“One I’m expected to return?” she raised her eyebrow. She was well versed enough in getting information to understand the quid-pro-quo involved. “What, you want me to help you with non-verbal spells after all?”

He smirked as his thumb skirted over her bottom lip. “No, the favour I was thinking of involved your mouth. Although you won’t need to be particularly verbal.”

Una’s breath hitched in her throat when she pictured herself sliding her hands down his body and she sank down to the floor and undid his belt. But she quickly turned it into a scornful scoff. “That is very presumptuous of you.”

He gave her an arrogant look that made it clear he had seen the flicker in her eyes as she had briefly considered it. 

“Come on, I bet you’re good at it. You’re good at everything.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond. Honestly, she didn’t know if she’d be good at it. Sure, she’d had plenty of clumsy fumbles in deserted corners of the common room with boys, groping and rubbing each other under layers of clothing. But sucking Cormac McLaggen’s dick as some sort of subservient expression of gratitude?

“I don’t get on my knees for anyone,” she said, finally, pulling back from his touch and screwing up her face.

“Oh yeah, what were you doing on the floor in Transfiguration last week? Or maybe I’m not just anyone?”

“You wish. I was getting my quill out of my bag.”

“You little tease,” he grinned. And for some reason, the cocky way he said it made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“You’re not going to provoke me into sucking your dick by calling me names. You really think I care if you call me a tease?”

“C’mon, I’ve seen the smirk on your face when everyone stares at you in these little skirts,” he said quietly, his fingers lightly touching the hem of her skirt, skating the front of her thighs. 

“Not everyone,” Una said in a small voice, a little more honestly than she’d intended.

Cormac’s eyelashes lifted from the hem of her skirt to her face. “If I looked at you, I’d be walking around like this all the time.” He took her hand and placed it just below his belt. He was hard. Her instinct was to withdraw her hand and admonish him but she didn’t. Instead, she kept it there, looking up at him and daring him to continue. “You know, when you started dressing like that - way back at the beginning of our third year - I used to think about kissing you… right here.” He moved his hand under her skirt and dragged his finger across the front of her underwear, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. “It was stupid. I hadn’t even kissed a girl before or anything yet. All I knew was that every time I saw you, I wanted to bury my head between your thighs and taste you.”

“You… you did?” Una took an unsteady breath, running her fingertips over his hard length from base to tip. She could feel him pulsing under her touch.

“I was hardly getting anything else done. So I just stopped looking at you altogether.” The pads of his fingertips rested just over her clit through the fabric. She felt like she was on fire - so hot and throbbing that she was surprised Cormac hadn’t been scalded just by touching her. “Like I said, stupid of me.”

He kissed her again as his fingers rubbed gentle circles over her underwear, barely touching her. Una let out an involuntary whimper against his lips. He kissed along the line of her jaw and pressed his mouth to her ear, the slightest bit of stubble tickled her face. “See? I can be a tease too,” he murmured, a low growl in her ear that made hairs on the back of her neck prickle.

Shit. He was right. And he was good at it. Una gulped, loud enough for him to hear. He drew back and looked her up and down. The way he toyed with her already had her desperate for him to put more pressure on her aching pussy.

“I didn’t know you even knew I existed,” she admitted, her muscles in her core twisting so tightly they were starting to hurt.

“Well, it was easy to pretend since you have such a terrible personality.”

She exhaled an amused laugh of relief when he made fun of her. This was more in her comfort zone - playful sniping, not confessions of secret pining that made her yearn for him in a way she wasn’t ready to admit. “Speaking of which, I thought you didn’t need this ‘kind of fun’?” Una asked, hoping to provoke him into arguing with her again.

“Who said anything about fun?” asked Cormac, his green eyes glittering darkly.

Without warning, he pressed her against the door with his body and pushed his hips between her open legs. Una winced in surprise. God, she’d been thinking about him doing that every night since he did it in the library. He scooped her up with ease, pinning her against the door as she held onto his shoulders, feeling the friction of his hard cock against her throbbing cunt. Una’s breath hitched in her throat when she felt his hips buck against her and he let out a grunt as his cock chased the pleasant stimulation. 

Cormac leaned down and trailed wet, sloppy kisses down the side of her neck again, this time pausing to suck hard on her sensitive skin. Una breathed heavily, tilting her head back against the door and enjoying the feeling of his lips sucking on her neck. Her neck. With a start, her eyes flew open and she tugged his hair, pulling him back.

“Don’t give me a love bite,” she hissed. “Someone will see.” His grin faltered when he saw the serious look on her face. Una loosened her grip on his hair. “Cormac? Maybe this is a bad idea.”

Cormac heaved a sigh and gently let her down until her feet met the floor again. He pressed his forehead against the top of her head for a few moments. The only sound was their laboured breathing as the reasoning part of Una’s brain fought for the blood supply below her waist. 

“Yeah… maybe,” he said solemnly. Una could practically hear her body crying in protest, desperate for his touch below her waist again. She had secretly hoped he’d disagree. Find a way to persuade her. “Can I just… do something? I need to get it out of my system.”

“What - oh.”

Cormac knelt in front of her. “I want to taste you. Just once,” he said and pushed her skirt up. Una felt her cheeks burning as he pressed his face against her underwear and inhaled deeply. Shit, what was he doing? She was so turned on, she knew it must be a hot, sticky mess down there. Cormac groaned as he breathed out, sending a ripple of warm vibration across her clit. 

“Fuck, you smell good.”

“I smell good?” she blurted. 

“What? Nobody ever told you that while they were eating you out?”

She shook her head. Una had never let anyone do this to her before. Not that she’d tell Cormac that.

“Well, they’re idiots,” he said. She was glad that he had misunderstood her meaning. He hooked his fingers over the hem of her underwear. “Can I take these off?”

Una bit her bottom lip. “...I thought it was me who owed you a favour?”

“This is more of a favour from present me to fourteen-year-old me.” He slipped her underwear off and down her legs. She stepped out of them shakily - her legs felt so weak she had to lean against the doorknob for support. 

He traced two fingers between her folds, the flat of his fingers sliding against the slick of her hot, neglected slit. “You’re so fucking wet.” She couldn’t quite believe she was letting Cormac McLaggen do this to her. He sucked his fingers so he could taste her juices.

“Oh my god, Cormac…” Una said, feeling scandalised and blushing furiously as he closed his eyes in a blissful state of enjoyment. Her breathing felt stuttered as she watched him slowly withdraw his fingers from his mouth.

“That doesn’t count as tasting you,” he said firmly as if afraid she’d tell him to stop. Cormac pressed his lips against her and furnace-hot heat enveloped her clit as he started kissing her there like he was kissing her mouth. She could feel the texture of his tongue as he swirled it around her clit, making little circles as he did. His mouth was slick - she’d never experienced anything so warm and so heavenly on her skin before.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” He paused between kissing and nodded decisively, looking up into her eyes before turning his attention back to the task at hand. “Yep, I’m going to make you cum on my tongue.”

Una stifled a whine when his mouth met her cunt again. She couldn’t let him know how easily she was already coming undone. She could already imagine how triumphant he’d be, how smug that he’d managed to make her cum so quickly. She had to fight it.

But fuck, his mouth felt incredible on her. She could at least tell him that, right? That’s what people did during this type of thing, wasn’t it?

“Cormac?” she breathed. “That - that feels nice.”

He pulled back, his eyes flicking up from her wet pussy to her flushed face. “Yeah, you like that?” For a split second, she saw his smiling mouth glistening - whether wet with his saliva, her soaking wet arousal or a combination of both she wasn’t sure. God, he really would be insufferable if he made her cum quickly. He kept his eyes locked on her as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit.

Una swallowed against the dryness of her throat, unable to tear her eyes away from his wild, intense stare. She felt the pads of his fingers teasing her entrance. Una had been aching for him - any part of him - to be inside her for so long that she could practically hear how dripping wet she was. He raised his eyebrows and she nodded, feeling two large fingers slip inside her. Her leg muscles tensed when they began pressing intimately against a spot that only she had ever touched before, alone in the confines of her own bed.

“God, you’re so tight around my fingers,” he said, pausing his licking to watch his digits slide in and out of her. “You needed this, right? Been a while since you let someone take care of you like this?”

Fuck, he had no idea that nobody had ever taken care of her like this.

He pushed his body closer to her, encouraging her to hook her leg over his broad, muscular shoulder so he could push his fingers in even deeper. He curled his fingers inside her wet cunt, tapping against her G-spot. She wasn’t sure if it was the size of his own hands compared to hers or if it was the fact she was fixed on his green eyes as he touched her, but it felt better than when she did it on her own. 

“Oh - fuck,” she whined, feeling his hand and mouth working in sync, pushing and swirling as her core tightened around his digits. The sight of him there made her brain feel like it was going into overdrive.

Every movement, pressing deep inside her brought her closer and closer to the brink. It was coming thick and fast. Faster than she had ever managed by herself. She threaded her fingers through his hair, just for something to hold onto as she trembled but he took it as a cue to pick up his pace.

“Mmh,” he moaned sloppily as his renewed pace made her squirm. Her hips moved as if by their own volition, grinding against his tongue and chasing the bliss that was ready to burst from her core. She in equal parts wanted it to happen quickly and for this moment to last forever. She imagined Sabine and Meredith waiting for her in the dormitory, wondering where she was. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her pussy started contracting around his fingers as they drove mercilessly into her, pressing again and again and again on that sweet spot in her core without reprise. Fuck, it was wrong that she was enjoying this. So fucked up and so fucking wrong. 

“Keep going,” begged Una as the wave pulled back, ready to crash over her. She arched her back and threw her head against the door, tugging on his hair. No wonder he was driven mad by the idea of her being on her knees for him, if this is what it felt like. She wanted him here all the fucking time now. The sound his mouth was making as he kept sucking and licking and fingerfucking her, ignited some deep, primal part of her brain that blocked out all the inner chatter about how they shouldn’t be doing this.

She breathed hard, open-mouthed as she looked down at him again, expecting to meet his gaze once more but instead found his eyes closed in pure, unencumbered pleasure as he devoured her like a starving man. 

“Fuck, I’m - ah - fuck,” she sobbed as ecstasy surged through her core.

The dark room turned so blinding white she was sure for a second that someone must have burst through some unseen door and shone their wand light in their faces. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was the orgasm that was rippling through her entire body, so deep that it seemed to burst through all her extremities. His wet tongue continued its attack on her clit and his fingers kept drilling deep into her, guiding her through it until finally, her legs were twitching from the aftershock.

She let go of his hair and practically collapsed against the door, panting wildly as with a smug grin, Cormac disentangled himself from under her leg. “Maybe you were right about not getting on your knees,” he said, coming up to his feet with a groan.

Una pushed herself from the door and threw her arms around his neck, startling him. “No,” she said, between desperate kisses, tasting herself on his lips. “You were right,” she kissed his neck. “You were right. I want to -”

She slid down his body onto the floor, brushing her fingers along his cock. She panted as she looked up at him with wide eyes. It was more than just quid-pro-quo - she wanted to be of service - to make him see just how good she could make him feel.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, watching her fingers work his belt. Just as she had unfastened it, they heard footsteps coming along the corridor and both looked at each other in alarm. “Oh, fuck!” he said again, bitterly through gritted teeth.

They heard the footsteps pause outside the door and Una quickly scrambled to her feet as the doorknob turned. She took one look at Cormac’s panicked face, extracted her wand and pointed it at him, casting a silent disillusionment charm.

His body turned invisible, just as the door opened.

“Miss Montague?” asked Professor Slughorn’s voice. Una squinted into the light cast from the lit tip of his wand on her pink face. “Miss Montague, are you alright? I thought I heard-”

“Yes,” she said, quickly, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. “Crying. I’m sorry, Professor. I just needed a moment alone after that conversation with Ginny Weasley.”

He pouted sympathetically. “Now, now. You mustn’t let these things bother you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come on, then. You wouldn’t want any of the Prefects on corridor duty to catch their Head Girl out of bed after hours, would you?” he chuckled. “A poor example for them!”

Una nodded. Her eyes tried to find Cormac’s faint disillusioned outline but she was glad when she couldn’t see or hear him. She made to follow Professor Slughorn out of the classroom but paused, realising she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her eyes scanned the floor in a frenzy, looking for them.

Slughorn paused at the door. “Everything alright, m’dear?”

“Yes, I just thought I’d dropped my… handkerchief,” she said pointedly into the darkness.

And so, she followed Professor Slughorn out of the classroom and they parted ways when they reached the end of the corridor so he could return to his office and she could go in the direction of the Slytherin common room. Una could distinctly feel the sensation of wet stickiness coating her inner thighs as she walked. 

When she had sneaked back into the dormitory, she was relieved to find Sabine and Meredith already asleep. She crept into bed, sliding under the duvet and wondering whether Cormac had made it back to Gryffindor Tower undetected - but more importantly, whether he’d had the common sense to find her underwear so as not to leave any evidence of their encounter.

Chapter 4: Skill

[novastories]

Running Up That Hill

Title and chapter loosely inspired by the song “Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush.

Summary: Aurora ends up back in the field to help with a case. She starts coming to terms about her self-worth, but at a cost.

Warnings: Mentions of guns, bombs, cancer, and death/suicide.

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: I’m so sorry for the cliffhanger from the last chapter! 😬This one also contains another cliffhanger so…🫣 I’m so thankful that people are enjoying the story and loving Aurora and Bradley as much as I do 💖

Btw, I have a note for the people I tag at the end of the chapter, so if you’re tagged or want to be tagged, please read the note after the chapter! 💜

Thankful always for my beta reader and editor @reginleight 

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A few hours earlier

“You want me to do what?” Aurora looked at her boss with a confused look.

“I want you back in the field. Just for this case. It’s all hands on deck, and I trust you to be out on the field,” her boss looks at her. Agent Daniella Hopkins knew her agents' capabilities, that’s what made her a good boss.

“You know this case better than anyone,” she adds.

“That’s only because I was transferring the case into the computer, since I am on desk duty. I just help put the reports in the database,” Aurora sighs.

There were many cases and reports that got put on her desk, which she helped with typing and filing them into the system. The downside of desk duty. 

“And you know those reports will help the case. It’s an advantage so we don’t have to put another agent in the field who has no idea what’s going on.”

“But why me? I’m supposed to be on desk duty for a reason.”

“Because, I know you Artemis. As much as you’re doing well behind the desk, you’re itching to go back out in the field.”

Aurora stood in front of her boss, fidgeting with her bracelet behind her back.

“That, and you were requested by the team that’s on the case.”

“What team?” Aurora questions.

As if on cue, the doors to Daniella’s office opened, and Aurora turned to gape at who had walked in.

“It’s good to see you, Artemis.”

Aurora smiles, and walks over to give Gibbs a hug.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Aurora smiled at him before noticing Ziva and Tony behind him.

“It is an all hands on deck case, Artemis. Who else better to have on this case than you?” Ziva smirks as Aurora turns to pull her into a hug next.

“I never thought I’d ever say this, but I actually missed you for a moment there, DiNozzo,” Aurora chuckles. Tony rolls his eyes and simply greets her with a hug of his own.

“I don’t know, little probie. I kind of miss not having a knife being thrown at me,” he tells her.

“McGee and Abby are getting set up in the lab and we’ll set up in your office.” Gibbs interrupts their conversation to inform her of the situation.

“The fact you went from a cubicle to your own office is just unfair,” Tony shakes his head.

“Let’s catch you up to speed, Artemis,” Ziva beckons Aurora out the door. Aurora turns to look at her boss, to which she nods.

—

“I still can’t believe you have your own office. If I ask for a transfer here, think I’d get an office too?” Tony looks out the window of Aurora’s office before getting smacked on the head from Gibbs.

“This isn’t a social call, DiNozzo. We have a job to do.” 

McGee and Abby got to say their hellos to Aurora before Abby had to start working on some evidence for the case, while the team got settled in their temporary space in Aurora’s office.

Aurora was sitting on her desk facing the TV screen, while Ziva stood next to her. Tony went to sit at her desk (and began snooping), while Gibbs sat in the corner chair, sipping his coffee.

McGee was getting the TV screen ready to prep the case for Aurora.

“Alright, let’s catch you up to speed, Artemis.” Gibbs gestures to McGee to start.

“A petty officer in DC was found dead in a hotel room. Turns out, the San Diego office had put a nationwide BOLO search for him for his involvement in drug and weapon dealing. His name is Noah Ward.” McGee stated, showing the file up on screen for Aurora to see.

“I recognize the name,” Aurora stares at the profile on the screen. “He was in San Diego to help pay for his sister’s hospital treatments, but got caught by some local LEOs selling cocaine. He was about to turn the name of his supplier over, but he escaped before he could say anything and we lost track of him. He didn’t have any friends, and his only living relative left is his sister, Karli, who also didn’t know anything because she’s currently in a coma.”

“Well, now he’s dead,” Tony states.

Aurora turns to him. “No duh, DiNozzo. How did he even end up all the way in DC?”

“Fake ID got him a plane ticket to DC. He fled all the way to Washington DC to get out of San Diego, but died instead. We caught the killer, but it turns out he was just a hired hand, a hitman,” Ziva informs her.

“And did the hitman say who hired him?”

“Gee Artemis, now why didn’t we think of that?” Tony sarcastically replies. 

Aurora gave him a murderous look to which he turned pale and continued on to what he was going to say.

“All he said was that he was contacted via email and that all the money was wire transferred to his account.”

“I tracked the email to San Diego, but that’s about as far as we got. We can’t even get a fix to which area of San Diego, so we figured that it’s best we find whoever it was that hired the hitman since it is still our case,” McGee explains. 

“I wonder what was the reason to kill him,” Aurora thought out loud.

“Tying up loose ends most likely,” Tony shrugs as he starts touching things on Aurora’s desk. 

“You’re just assuming this, we don’t even know if it’s his supplier, anyone could have had a grudge against him. And stop touching my stuff, DiNosy!” Aurora exclaims, slapping his hand off of a photo frame of her, her brother, and Bradley.

“Aurora’s right. Right now, we need to find out where he was getting his drugs from and go from there,” Gibbs concludes.

“DiNozzo, you and Ziva go over his cellphone records and bank statements. McGee, keep working on that email. You and Abby can work on that in her lab she has set up. Artemis, give me any files you have on the petty officer, the ones you’ve put into the system and the ones you have yet to type up.”

“Yes, boss!” They all reply while moving about to their destinations Aurora hops back into her desk chair to get started searching for more background on this guy.

“And Artemis,” Gibbs pauses at the doorway before turning back to Aurora.

Aurora turns her head towards him.

“Glad you’re back on the team for a bit.”

Aurora smiles. “Just like old times, boss.”

—

“Work has been so weird without you,” Abby tells Aurora as she sips her Caf-Pow.

Aurora didn’t have any luck with finding anything in her files or reports, so she had decided to take a snack break and visit Abby and McGee in the lab and bring Abby a Caf-Pow and McGee a coffee.

McGee was currently on his computer typing away, while Abby multi-tasked and had a program running in the background while talking to Aurora, who was seated on a stool next to her.

“Gibbs didn’t even want to find a replacement, so the team feels empty without you in it. But we’ve been getting by,” Abby continues.

“I miss you all too. It definitely feels weird being at the desk most of my day, but at least it gets me home at night,” Aurora shrugs. “Unlike when Gibbs called us at 3am for a dead body and we have to work 46 hours straight,” She sighs at the memory, munching on her chips. 

“Oh, yeah! That case took way too long, I remember you were so tired you accidentally fell asleep in the elevator and Tony decided to wake you up with an airhorn.”

Aurora cringes at that memory. “And then I kicked him in the shins.”

“Fun times,” Abby nods while sipping her drink. “How’s your panic attacks by the way? Any bad ones since you’ve left?”

“A few, but not like how they used to be. So not too bad. Bradley helped calm me down, which was the latest one.”

“So about Bradley, please tell me you’ve made a move!”

“Abby!”

“Oh, c’mon! I can tell you’ve been anxious about something, you’re eating hot cheetos again.”

Aurora looks down at the bag of chips she’s been eating from and at her red dyed fingertips. Hot cheetos have been her staple snack when she’s anxious or overthinking, especially when she didn’t have her bracelet on her wrist during those times.

The team had seen her go through so many bags, especially when working a case. She had once made the mistake of doing paperwork while she was anxious and had to redo it because she’d accidentally gotten red powder over it.

“It helps me think!” Aurora whines.

“So, you’re telling me, you and Bradley haven’t had a moment or like made out yet?”

“Well, I mean there was this one moment-”

“Oh my gosh!”

“-but my brother accidentally interrupted us.”

Abby groans. “Rory, you just need to walk up and kiss him already! I don’t know how much more of your pining I can take.”

“I’m not pining!”

“Please! He so wants you!” Abby exclaims. “Like you both live together! How do you NOT have the temptation to like, do it right on the kitchen table?!”

“I didn’t say I haven’t thought about that!”

“Uhh, guys, I’m still here,” McGee pops his head out from behind the computer he was working on.

“Shush McGee, the women are talking here,” Abby sasses him.

“Not right now you’re not,” Gibbs walks in, coffee in hand. “Any luck with the background?” he asks Aurora.

“Nothing we don’t already know. Sister’s in a coma from a car accident for almost a year, Ward couldn’t keep up with the payments, so sold cocaine and weapons on the side from an unknown source up until he was caught, was then dishonorably discharged and was supposed to be tried until he escaped and that’s all the intel I have,” she informs him.

“I have a lead!” Tony exclaims as he and Ziva walk in.

“WE have a lead,” Ziva corrects him.

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” Tony dismisses. Ziva rolls her eyes.

“Anyways, we found the supplier,” Tony continues. “One of Ziva’s contacts owed her a favor and we found out that the supplier is a small group of people that operate in a warehouse near the edge of the city. They’re called the Dark Renegades.”

“I know of them. They've been on NCIS San Diego’s radar because they’ve been known to recruit officers who have been dishonorably discharged by the Navy,” Aurora pipes in.

“Why haven’t they been caught?” McGee asks.

“Because they kill their dealers and keep everything tied shut. The fact that Ziva’s contact found out the location is such a big deal.”

“Let’s go check it out. McGee, you stay here, send the warehouse floor plans to us when you get them. Artemis, you’re with us,” Gibbs orders.

“Good luck! Stay safe!” Abby calls out, as Aurora trails behind Ziva, Tony, and Gibbs.

“Are you good to be out on the field?” Gibbs asks Aurora in the elevator as they ascend floor levels to gear up.

“I’m ready, Gibbs,” Aurora reassures him. Gibbs gives her a small look of concern before he nods.

Ziva gives her shoulder a light squeeze before they all exit the elevator, Aurora letting out a sigh before she starts to get into her gear. 

—

They arrived at the warehouse and made sure the coms in their ears were working. Tony was suggesting an attack plan, but none of them liked it.

“I’m just saying, if we came from the roof, we’d be like ninjas, they’d never see us coming. It’s like in the movie-”

“We don’t even have the equipment for that,” Ziva interrupts him and sighs at his stupidity.

“We can use rope!”

“I’m not dangling from a rope just to enter the warehouse.”

“But that way is more efficient,” Tony points out.

“No, that way is stupid and would get us killed,” Aurora corrects him.

“According to the floor plan McGee sent us, there’s a couple of side windows we can look inside to get a visual,” Gibbs interrupts them as they exit the car, which they park a block from the warehouse so they wouldn’t hear them coming.

“There’s also a front and back entrance. Ziva and Artemis, you get the back entrance. DiNozzo, you check out the situation from the window, I’ll cover the front until we have a plan.”

They agree before splitting to get into position.

“You good, Artemis?” Ziva turns to her, making sure the girl is doing alright.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Aurora nods, gun in hand.

“You know, I missed this. You, back on the team. Us, the unstoppable duo.”

“I miss this too, Ziva,” Aurora smiles at her.

“Aww, they’re having a girl moment,” Tony teases over coms.

“You know what Tony-”

“Enough chit chat. What’s your visual, DiNozzo?” Gibbs interrupts.

“I have 6 men, armed, scattered around the warehouse,” Tony asses. “No wait, no. Scratch that, 5 more men, also armed, just came out of the back office.”

“On my orders, Ziva, Artemis, you go in quietly. Tony, you and I will take the front when they’re in position.” Gibbs orders them.

They were silent, knowing Gibbs would take that as their answer as they prepared to enter from different places in order to quietly infiltrate. Tony moves to meet Gibbs at the front entrance.

“Okay, Ziva, Artemis go.”

Aurora opens the backdoor for Ziva to slip inside, while Aurora covers her. Ziva quietly navigates through the back part of the warehouse, with Aurora behind her, making sure there were no alarms or any threats behind them. 

They silently enter the warehouse until the two come to a stop by a stack of crates, blocking them from the men, but getting a visual.

“Aurora and I have 4 men in sight, they all have automatic weapons on them,” Ziva whispers into her coms.

“Alright, you know the drill. If they start shooting when we go in, you shoot back,” Gibbs reminds them.

“Got it, Gibbs,” Aurora whispers. 

“Alright. Ready, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asks him over the coms.

“Ready when you are, boss.”

A few seconds pass until Ziva and Aurora hear the front door of the warehouse get kicked down.

“Federal agents! Drop your weapons!” Gibbs yells out.

The men in the warehouse start shouting and automatically shoot at them so Gibbs and Tony take cover.

At that signal, Aurora takes out the man closest to her with a shot of her gun, hitting his shoulder. He goes down instantly and Aurora takes another shot at the man next to the guy that went down, immediately taking cover after knowing that they would soon retaliate with firepower of their own. 

Ziva also starts shooting from her vantage point, not missing her marks, already taking down 2 men. Gibbs takes one man down on his side, while Tony hits one as well.

The rest of the men took cover and tried to shoot back at the agents.

Aurora moves slowly from her cover of boxes and peaks around to see two men aiming to shoot her. She quickly covers herself as they rain a bunch of bullets her way. 

“Artemis!”

Ziva yells out, gesturing for Aurora to move to her left. There was a big gap between the crates to where the shooters could get her if she wasn’t fast enough.

Aurora takes a deep breath and starts to move towards Ziva. Aurora slides out from her spot, left leg out, right knee down as to help stabilize herself as she takes her two shots. Both shots end up taking down the two shooters that were cornering her.

Still sliding, she ends up next to Ziva, safely behind the crates. 

“Nice move,” Ziva praises her.

“Nice shooting,” she replies back. “How many left?”

Ziva takes a glance, seeing that there was one guy left.

Before she could reply, Tony takes him down instantly with one shot.

“I think that’s it, but I think Gibbs is working on one more.”

Looking over and seeing who Aurora assumes is the leader, he was currently in the middle of hand to hand combat with Gibbs. Eventually Gibbs hit him in the stomach, then the throat, taking the man down.

“Clear here!” Ziva yells out from their spot.

“Clear!” Tony calls out.

Gibbs puts his handcuffs on the leader before lifting him to his feet.

“Let’s take him back to the office, hopefully we got our guy.”

“Don’t jinx it, Gibbs. I’m ready for this to be over,” Aurora sighs.

—

“Gibbs jinxed it! All of that and it turns out to be a dead end?!” Aurora groans, laying her head on her desk. 

Turns out, no one in the Dark Renegades even knew that Noah Ward was dead. They were working on a big shipment of weapons that they were getting ready to sell.

No one in the group even had the technical skill of being able to block a trace. Basically, they weren’t smart enough to block a trace via email, therefore they weren’t the ones to kill the petty officer.

Gibbs had just finished interrogating the leader, who was now being charged and sent to jail.

“Well, at least we took them down,” Ziva reassures her.

They were all back in Aurora’s office, trying to regroup to see what they had missed.

“Now we’re back to square one on finding whoever hired the hitman,” Tony speaks up from his chair, hissing from a bruise on his face that he was currently icing. He accidentally ended up hitting the side of a crate earlier during the shootout.

McGee and Abby were still in the lab, trying to crack the email trace. Gibbs was updating both Director Vance and Agent Hopkins about the situation.

“What if someone had a grudge against Noah Ward? I mean, he was selling drugs, maybe someone wanted him to pay?” Aurora theorizes. 

“Yeah, but who? He didn’t have a client list that we could go through. And even if he did, his list would be long,” Tony points out.

McGee rushes into Aurora’s office and puffs out air.

“Guys, I think Abby and I found a lead.”

They rush into the lab to where Abby and Gibbs were waiting.

“We were finally able to trace the email address to an Adam Lewis,” Abby pulls up his file. According to his file at glance, Adam Lewis was a Marine, honorably discharged a few years ago.

“He doesn’t seem like the hiring hitman type,” Ziva profiles from his photo.

“That’s because he wasn’t, but up until two years ago when he lost his daughter,” Abby switches his profile to the daughter’s profile.

“His daughter was another Naval petty officer that also happened to serve with Noah Ward. Her name was Isabella Lewis. She died from a drug overdose, cocaine was the source,” McGee informs.

“She was a drug user?” Aurora asks.

“That’s how she got dishonorably discharged, and then a few weeks after her discharge, she was found dead in her house. Her dad was the one that found her,” McGee answers.

Aurora’s heart broke hearing that. No father should see their child dead.

“So, I’m guessing Noah Ward was the one supplying her drugs?” Tony inquires.

“And you’d be correct,” Abby nods her confirmation. “But he wasn’t charged for her death because no one knew who supplied her drugs because Noah Ward wasn’t caught until a few days ago.”

“What’s the background on the father?” Gibbs questions.

“He’s currently working as one of the Navy contractor’s for IT support,” Tony reads from the profile.

“Which would explain why it took so long for his email to be cracked,” McGee points out.

“But get this when he was in the Corps, he didn’t just work in the communications unit, but also an EOD technician,” Tony keeps on reading out loud.

“EOD as in Explosive Ordnance Disposal,” Ziva confirms. The team stills at that information.

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing,” Aurora mumbles. Her phone beeps and she takes it out while Gibbs gives out orders.

“We need to find him. McGee, phone records and bank statements. Tony-”

“Oh my gosh,” Aurora interrupts him. They all turn to look at her. 

“What is it?” Gibbs asks her.

Aurora, without a sound, moves to Abby, to which she moves and lets Aurora use the computer. She pulls up a live news feed and everyone freezes at what they see.

The news was reporting live that someone was holding hostages at a local coffee shop near the navy base by way of a bomb threat. About 20 people were in there, and that the criminal holding them hostage was the person they were looking for, Adam Lewis. 

“No time to waste, everyone let’s go! Abby, you stay here!” Gibbs orders the team.

Gibbs, Ziva, Tony, McGee, and Aurora rush out, hoping they were able to make it in time to save the hostages.

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“What’s the status of the situation?” Gibbs questions the lead officer in charge.

After explaining that the suspect inside was an NCIS suspect, the San Diego Police Department were more than willing to let NCIS be in charge, especially since they were still waiting for the bomb squad to arrive.

The police department had set up a ways away, with a few medical tents and a barricade in place.

“We can’t get a clear visual on the bomber,” A police officer on scene reports to them.  “He took out all the security cameras and closed the blinds. We can’t send a man in there without him threatening to blow the place up if he doesn’t speak to NCIS. We did a scan of the area and it looks like he put the bomb in the basement of the coffee shop, which is their storage space. If we don’t take any action, he will blow himself and the hostages up,” the officer answers.

“What’s the bomb trigger?” Gibbs asks.

“Remote detonation, he has the remote in his hand, but we can’t find a way to trace or jam the signal from the remote to the bomb.”

“How many hostages?” Ziva inquires.

“27, men, women, and children. Most are Navy dependents. We figured that he was targeting them because of their connection.”

“Okay, Ziva, McGee, I want you to secure the perimeter, see if there’s any other way to get a visual without compromising yourselves,” Gibbs begins issuing out orders.  “DiNozzo, you and Artemis stay here and wait for the bomb squad. I’ll go in and try to get him to talk.”

Aurora stays rooted in her spot before realizing what had to happen.

“Gibbs, I think I should go in,” Artemis speaks up.

“No, not an option,” he shuts down the idea quickly.

“Think about it, Gibbs. If I go in, he’ll see another woman that’s like his daughter. He’s more likely to be sympathetic towards me and let me release the hostages then. 

“No! Absolutely not, Artemis. You could get hurt.”

“This is the job, Gibbs! Please, let me do this. It’s the only way he’ll release them. I’ll keep him talking while you guys find a way to take the shot without triggering the bomb,” Aurora pleads to him.

This was Aurora’s shot to prove that she can get the job done. She needed those hostages out of harm’s way from the crazy guy and his bomb. She needed to prove self-worth. And to keep everyone safe. But at what cost?

Gibbs stood there thinking about what she said. Tony, Ziva, and McGee look at him in disbelief that he would even think about it.

“Gibbs, this is insane,” Tony hisses.

“She raises a good point. She gets him talking enough to distract him, and we attach a live feed camera on her vest so we can see the detonator,” the lead police officer inputs.

“Gib-,” McGee argues but gets interrupted.

“You distract him until we can take the shot and disarm the bomb. And if it gets bad, you get out. You get out fast and run away even if he tries to blow himself up, got it?”

“Understood, sir,” Aurora nods.

“Alright, McGee, hook a camera up to her so we can get a visual inside. Tony and I will coordinate with the other police officers right now to get any more information about the situation. Ziva, stay with her.”

They all get to work quickly. Gibbs and Tony rush out, while McGee leads Aurora setting up a camera small enough to stay on her vest.

“I can’t believe you offered yourself like that, Artemis. That was stupid,” McGee mutters as he starts setting up the camera.

“I have no choice. If it was Gibbs, would you say the same thing?” Aurora defends herself. McGee stays silent while Ziva coaches her.

“You ask him to release the hostages and get him talking and distracted while we figure out a solution. You may have to try and talk him down so he doesn’t detonate, can you do that?”

Ziva was nervous for Aurora. She’s  been in many situations like Aurora, but the fact that she’d now be watching Aurora go through it, didn’t sit right with her.

“I’ll be fine Ziva,” Aurora reassures her. “Can you actually do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

Aurora takes off her charm bracelet, her hands trembling.

“No, Art-”

“Ziva, just listen to me. If anything happens to me, I need you to give this to Bradley.”

Ziva brings her hands on Aurora's shaking hands that were clasped on her bracelet.

“Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“I know, but please, just in case,” Aurora pleads to her as she slips the bracelet into Ziva’s hands.

Ziva solemnly nods as McGee pulls Aurora away to put the camera on her. Ziva grips the bracelet tightly, before tucking it away into one of her vest pockets for safety.

“Alright, signal is receiving, audio is working,” McGee reports just as Gibbs and Tony come back.

“You ready, Artemis? You don’t have to do this,” Gibbs assures her.

“I do, we need to get those people out before anything happens,” Aurora affirms. She was determined to get this over with, but she was nervous. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Alright, approach the door slowly, and just listen to me in your coms, got it?” Gibbs asks.

Aurora nods. She takes a deep breath before leaving the area and walking past the barricade, towards the door to the coffee shop. She opens the door slowly.

“Identify yourself!” A voice yells out.

“I’m NCIS Special Agent Aurora Benjamin-Mitchell. I heard you wanted to talk to NCIS,” she replies, slipping into the coffee shop.

She took in her surroundings and saw people scattered around the shop, all huddled, crying and scared.

In the middle of the shop, Adam Lewis sat in a chair, his right hand holding a gun, the left holding what looked to be the remote.

“So, you finally came. Took you long enough,” Adam scoffs. He sat confident, but Aurora could tell he was nervous.

“Let the hostages go, Adam. They don’t need to be here. You got what you want,” Aurora tells him.

“No! What I want is for NCIS to admit that it was their fault my daughter is dead, and that you should have done better.”

“Even if I said that, what good would it do? It won’t bring your daughter back!”

“Artemis, keep him talking, we think Ziva found a way into the basement of the coffee shop to try and disarm the bomb," she heard Gibbs say in her coms.

“Look, release the hostages, and we can talk about this, “ Artemis continued, trying to persuade Adam. He hesitates, getting a good look at her facial expression. She was determined to get the hostages out, but scared about his next actions.

Adam saw the determination in her eyes to do her job and get the hostages out safely. He saw his daughter in her eyes. 

A few seconds later, the front door to the coffee shop opened and the hostages came running out. Children were clinging to their parents crying, while some of the police officers were helping lead them to the ambulances and medical tents they had set up.

“She did it, boss,” Tony proudly says from next to Gibbs.

“She’s not done yet, DiNozzo,” Gibbs corrects him. “Status update, Ziva.”

“This bomb is way too sophisticated for me to disarm, I’ve never seen one like this before.”

“He is a computer tech. He made and disarmed bombs for a living. Makes sense why it’s probably hard to disarm it,” McGee speaks up from his laptop.

Just then, Gibbs’ cell phone rang and he answered it, putting it on speakerphone for Tony to hear.

“Yeah, Abs?” Gibbs asks on the phone.

“Okay, so I was looking up his background, Gibbs.  I found his bank statements and it turns out he spent most of his money on the hitman, and the rest went to a charity for veterans.”

“A charity? Why would he give away all his money?” Tony wonders out loud.

Gibbs was lost in thought before he was interrupted over his coms.

“Gibbs, I think there’s a timer on it,” Ziva informs them.

“How much time is left?”

“3 minutes and 23 seconds.”

“Try to disarm it, and if it reaches 1 minute you run out of there. Tony, what’s the status of the bomb squad, where are they?” Gibbs demands turning toward the other man.

“Won’t get here in time boss. They’re 7 minutes out.”

“Damnit!” Gibbs cusses, worried for his team.

He had Aurora talking to Adam Lewis and Ziva in the basement trying to disarm the bomb, he could only hope that Aurora would be able to talk him down, or Ziva disarms the bomb. He couldn’t lose either of them.

“Why would he bring a bomb to a coffee shop?” McGee asks from his laptop.

“Turns out, he and his daughter used to go there almost every Sunday since her mother passed away from cancer. It was the one place they shared together,” Abby answers.

“So what is his endgame? Why bring a bunch of hostages in and blow up the coffee shop?” Tony wonders.

“Should we inform Artemis of the situation?” McGee asks Gibbs.

“Not yet, if we tell her now, she’s going to panic. Which might cause him to panic and pull the trigger, remotely.”

“Boss-” Tony worriedly tries to talk him out of that decision, but Gibbs made up his mind.

“We wait until the last minute,” Gibbs orders, firmly.

“Look,” Aurora had her hands up, showing she wasn’t a threat. “I get that you lost your daughter, and I’m sorry about that. I know what it’s like to be scared that you lose your loved ones. I-I can’t even imagine how that feels when you found out what happened. She was a good person from what I read on her file, Adam.”

Aurora still stood near the door of the coffee shop. She had no idea what the status was on the bomb that Ziva was disarming or about why he was even threatening to blow up the coffee shop.

Adam looks at her sorrowfully. “You remind me of her, my daughter. Empathetic to strangers, brave, knowledgeable.”

Aurora stood silently.

“Tell me, agent. Do you have family who serve?” Adam wonders.

Adam could feel her sympathy radiating from her. He recognized the feeling anywhere, the hurt and pain of having someone that you love serve in the Navy. It was the same feeling he felt when his daughter had left on deployment.

“You can call me Aurora,” she replied, hoping to help build rapport with him, “And I do, my dad, best friend, and two of my godfather’s are Naval aviators. My brother is an aviation mechanic, also in the Navy. I almost lost my godfather in a training accident when I was little, and my other godfather to cancer.”

“Then you understand the pain when they leave, not knowing if they will ever return. But you never lost anyone?”

“I’m fortunate enough to never have felt that loss. I’ve lost many friends working at NCIS, losing a family member? I can’t even imagine. I wake up every day grateful for them to be alive, but your daughter Isabella wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“You didn’t know her! You don’t understand what it’s like!” Adam shouts. “To have someone ripped away from you forever and never see them again!” He was growing agitated.

Aurora stays silent. She had felt that feeling, she grew up with that feeling every time her dad left for a mission. The worry that he would never return. She felt that feeling the first time Bradley and Peyton were deployed. But losing someone to death, that was something she knew would break her, and she was lucky to never have known that.

“If only you had done your job, she would still be here! I had to hire a hitman in order to get the man that killed her! I got my revenge!” He screams at her, waving his gun around.

Aurora drew her gun out as a response. “Sometimes things don’t work out like that, Adam. Sometimes we don’t get the bad guy until it’s too late. There’s nothing else we can do. You blow us both up, and what will you have achieved?!” She cries out at him.

“I had him killed because I needed to make sure he was gone! I just want to hold my daughter one more time.” he starts crying, the grip on his gun loosening.  “It should have been me that died.”

Aurora’s aim falters as she hears this.

“How much time do we have left, McGee?” Gibbs asks as Ziva had left the basement and ran back to the team and the officers. They were behind the barricade in case the bomb was going to go off.

“Less than a minute left, boss!”

“Artemis, get out of there! That’s an order! There’s a timer on the bomb!” Gibbs yells into his coms.

Aurora’s eyes widened as she heard this. “It’s on a timer?” 

“I’m sorry, Aurora, I am. But I have to do this,” he cries. Adam just wanted to see his daughter one more time.

Then it dawned on Aurora. He was tying up loose ends. He hired the hitman in order to kill the man that caused his daughter’s death. Blowing up the coffee shop would put an end to the pain he felt losing his daughter.

This was his end game.

“How do we disarm it?” she worriedly asks both Gibbs, via her coms, as well as Adam.

Adam shook his head. “You can’t. I’m sorry.”

Aurora hesitates. She knew she should run, but she didn’t want to leave him. 

Adam looks at her. “Go,” he whispers.

“I-“

“Go! For your family, Aurora, get out of here!” he cries out.

Aurora quickly rushes out of the coffee shop.

Adam closes his eyes as she exits, waiting for the bomb to take him. A tear leaks from his eyes as he smiles. He could finally be at peace.

Gibbs spots Aurora running out of the coffee shop and yells for her, but before she could even reach them, the bomb goes off.

Everyone braces and covers themselves. A few seconds later, Gibbs rises from his barricade to get a glimpse of Aurora.

“Artemis!”

Aurora was a few feet away from the barricade, sprawled on her right side and laying limp in the grass. She was barely conscious, bleeding from shrapnel that hit her. It didn’t look good.

Gibbs, Ziva, and Tony rush to her, while McGee yells for a medic. Aurora moans in pain as they rolled her onto her back, waiting for the medic to reach them.

“Artemis, c’mon, stay awake,” Ziva encourages her.

“Medic! Where’s the medic!” Tony hollers at McGee.

“They’re on the way!”

“Hold on, Aurora. C’mon kid,” Gibbs brushes her hair away from her face.

She coughs before looking up at Gibbs.

“I just need a little rest, just let me close my eyes a bit,” she croaks out.

“No, you stay awake Artemis, that’s an order.”

“The hostages-”

“They’re all safe, thanks to you.”

Aurora soon starts tearing up. “I couldn’t save him, Gibbs,” she cries. “I couldn’t save Adam Lewis.”

“Shhh, it’s alright. There was nothing else you could have done. It was a suicide for him from the start.”

She glances at Ziva as her eyes start to flutter.

“Tell my family I’m sorry. Tell Bra-”

“You’re going to tell them yourself, Aurora,” Ziva grips her hand tightly.

“I’m tired, I’m just gonna rest for a bit.”

Aurora smiles before her eyes start fluttering closed.

“No, stay awake, Artemis…Artemis!” Tony calls out to her.

Darkness takes over Aurora and soon everything was quiet.

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