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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Good evening or morning (wherever you are).... My request for today is Kaeya from genshin impact. What if he were to confess his love to a timid reader but *gasps* she reveals she has a boyfriend already. Smut is fine if you want.

Thank you so much 🦋

Thank you for requesting!! ♥ Part 2 of my trying to get back into smut OTL

Rated Lemon/Explicit!

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Even after everything that happened, you weren't able to forget the look on Kaeya's face as you broke the news.

True, you and your boyfriend had wanted to keep your relationship on the low, but not because you tried to deceive your friends, just so you two could have some peace while finding out more about each other and developing your feelings. But you never meant for anyone to look at you so... disappointed. Even if you were happy with your choice of partner, having to reject someone dear to you still hurt.

"Oh, [Name]," Kaeya sighed, shaking his head. Of course, he wouldn't be happy to hear the person he just asked out confess that they had a boyfriend. Perhaps especially because you two had always been relatively close, even more so lately where you were out almost every day after work. You felt a tinge of regret not telling him earlier. Save him the embarrassment you assumed he must feel. Then again, how could you have known that the charismatic Kaeya had feelings for you? He could have any woman in town, so why had it to be you? Of all people, you wouldn't have expected Kaeya to confess his love to you. Even if you two always got along fine, you thought yourself to look rather gray next to the shining knight that Kaeya was. Someone who wasn't fit to be anything more than friends with him.

"W-We can still continue being friends?" was the best and stupidest comfort you could come up with on the spot. You saw his grimace of disapproval, and it took him a second to collect himself, taking a deep breath before pushing himself away from the wall he had leaned on after learning the truth. Kaeya truly appeared devastated by the realization that you were taken already, and part of you could understand him. Certainly, you had just ruined his night and whatever companionship you two had, just because you couldn't have been more open from the beginning. It would have at least saved him some heartache, if any.

"Friends?" Kaeya mumbled, unfolding his crossed arms as he walked back to your side, leaning on the backrest of your chair. Feeling uncomfortably cornered, you stood up, looking around you. The outside of the tavern was lonely, and Kaeya had chosen this place for his confession surely to avoid any curious listeners. There were still voices coming from inside Angel's Share, but the streets of Mondstadt were quiet at this time of the night, with only his smooth voice reaching out to you. "With all due respect..."

Wrapping his fingers around your chin, you were forced to look up, staring right back into the mocking expression of your 'friend', the mood suddenly shifting. You had regretted having to reject Kaeya's feelings before, Kaeya always having been a good friend to you and hurting him felt wrong. But you would come to regret it much more that you went outside with him, away from the safety of the masses.

"I'd rather be anything else than your 'friend'."

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"Come on, Dove! Say it! I'm better than him, aren't I?"

"N-No--"

Your attempt to refuse this assumption was meekly interrupted by your loud gasps as Kaeya pushed forward. The curve on his cock was so perfectly aligned inside of you, constantly hitting the good spots whenever he plowed it inside. A cocky grin was on his face as he showed you off in the reflection of the mirror before you, spread over his legs and hanging in his grip on you. It was the biggest taunt he could think of, constantly reminding you how good you were feeling despite your initial refusal of him.

The image inside of the mirror wasn't one you had ever seen of yourself. That sweaty, drooling mess of a human, eyes unfocused and yet filled with pleasure, was nothing you could relate to. And yet, except for the occasional blue strands of hair falling over your skin and peeking out from behind your shoulder, your brain recognized the sight as you. Still, it was hard to accept this side of yourself, especially with his marks and hands. All. Over. It.

Kaeya only laughed as you tried to refute him, smirking a cocky grin from behind you. "Oh? Did Mr. Boyfriend not touch you yet? Even though you're such a little slut?"

His hand falling between your legs, Kaeya first brushed up your thighs, causing you to squirm from the sensation. His hands were trained and roughed up from handling swords, but the way he used them showed how skilled he was. Settling at your clit, he slowed down the rocking of his hips for a moment to get his fingers wet with your juices before picking up the pace again. There was no way you could deny how you were feeling after riding him for the better portion of time ever since he brought you to this city apartment of his, your body shivering and moving on its own with his hand teasing your clit, the additional pleasure riling you up.

"Look at your cunt gaping open for me~" he purred, opening your lower lips wide for the mirror to reflect your exposed entrance. Seeing how his shaft disappeared inside you clearly, you only felt hotter from embarrassment, turning your head which was quickly caught by his free hand, Kaeya turning it forward again - painfully so. His grip wasn't even close to how he had touched you before when you two had still been 'only' drinking buddies. You weren't sure how long he had feelings for you, but you wagered that these feelings must have changed much in the last hour, just like his touch. It once had been so gentle, kind. But now, it was rough and demanding, leaving no room for how you felt.

"Let go!" you said firmly, tearing yourself from his grip to avoid looking at this strange self in the reflection. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. Kaeya made a fool out of you, now that he had you in this peculiar situation. It's not like you wanted to cheat on your boyfriend and betray him in any kind. But your body reacted positively to it, making Kaeya chuckle as you tightened around him after seeing yourself, "You are enjoying it a lot, aren't you?"

It brought tears to your eyes, knowing it was Kaeya deeply lodged inside of you, but your sobs were just another incentive for him to continue. You couldn't even blame him for that - they did sound a lot like sounds of pleasure that overtook their place. Soon you were back to gasping and moaning, glad you at least weren't begging him for more with how shameful you behaved.

"You can still leave him," Kaeya suggested. Though a smile still played around his lips before he hid them behind your shoulder, kissing it tenderly, he sounded very serious. "Leave him and stay with me. No one needs to know what kind of slut you are, going behind his back."

"But I didn't!" you sobbed. "You forced me too-- You forced yourself on me!"

Without hearing the sigh falling off Kaeya's lips, you found yourself breathing in sharply as he made a sudden push, burying his cock even deeper inside of you, the base of it touching your body. The gasp was followed by a long moan, tears streaming down your face after he exploited your sensitivity so much. It was a regrettable, disgusting moan signaling how much you enjoyed him hitting these sweet spots of yours.

Your gaze fell back to the mirror, showing the pleasure-stricken expression on your face. Even though you knew you shouldn't feel this way, Kaeya simply seemed to know all the right things to do, and he used all of them. It was bitter, but he did make you feel... erotic. Made you feel like something you never saw yourself as. Something your boyfriend couldn't make you feel.

With him, it was sugary-sweet puppy love, but with Kaeya, there was so much more. Desire, carnal at that. Love, demands, obsession. No matter how either of you moved your body, it was exciting, making your heart race. Every glance at yourself in the mirror made your body tingle, and every one of his pushes sent waves of excitement up your spine. You wished to have experienced these things with the person you truly loved instead of the hawk watching you from behind.

"I know," he mumbled, his hands driving up from your pussy to your chest, giving your breasts an equal squeeze. Taking in a sharp breath, you held back, instead having Kaeya be the one to groan lowly into your shoulder as you tightened around him. "I'll take so much better care of you than that boy. I can make you your true self, don't you think? You're wasted on everyone but me."

"Just finish it," you breathed heavily, and Kaeya sighed.

"As you wish."

Picking you up by the legs, Kaeya hoisted you up into the air, taking a few steps forward to stand right in front of the mirror. It was a breathtaking sensation to feel his cock carving you out from the dynamic motions, your walls gladly welcoming every inch before confining his member inside. You really could do without a closer look at how his cock slid in and out of you, sloppy sounds and tingling sensations running through you, but it almost made you wonder if you'd be able to experience the same sensations that Kaeya put you through, ever again once this was over.

"Hope you're ready for what you wished for," he reminded you, and you instantly began to realize alarming innuendos in his choice of words and the teasing tone of his voice, struggling in his hold.

"N-Not inside!" you yelled at him, slinging one arm over his head to be the one to tightly grip his face this time. "You can't cum inside!"

"Oh, really?" he taunted you. You squeezing his cheeks together didn't change the fact that he could grin like a Cheshire cat out of fairytales. "Give me one good reason not to."

"I can't bear your baby! I just can't!"

Grinning even wider, Kaeya let you drop a few inches to kiss your nose. "You'll need to do better than that."

Biting your lip, you thought about what he could want to hear from you, eventually realizing the level you'd have to stoop to. A baby would ruin everything, especially if it was Kaeya's baby. Even if things wouldn't turn out the worst way possible, it would still be a lifelong reminder of this ordeal he put you through. Your pride was worth nothing in exchange for the future you always wanted to have.

"P-Please..." you mumbled, the quick pace with which he was ramming into you making it hard to speak. At the same time, it urged you to hurry, as it wouldn't be long now before he'd fulfill the deed inside of you.

"I can't hear you~"

"Please don't cum inside me!"

Halting abruptly, Kaeya looked at the mirror image of you two, thinking for a split second before he resumed the pounding--this time, determined to finish. It was almost like you were hit by thunder, every movement releasing more shocks through you. You were a panting mess, but Kaeya wasn't far from it either. His eye would close halfway as he sunk into pleasure with you, both of you falling deeper and deeper into this hole.

Until it was finally over, your body curving and stretching, Kaeya's grip tightening to hold you throughout your orgasm, fingers digging into your supple thighs. Closing your eyes, you felt like flying, carried by a cloud, away from all the bad things and surrounded by the comforts and excitement that only intimacy could cause. You were almost lost in the orgasm before a part of you recalled the danger that was Kaeya, but much to your relief, when you opened your eyes again, he pushed in deep for the last time before suddenly lifting your up and off his cock.

Spurts of white semen shot through the air, landing on your reflection's stomach almost exactly where it would have landed inside of you. Both of you huffing, exhausted and spent, you watched as it dripped off the slick surface, leaving its stains there rather than inside of you.

Kaeya finally dropped you down, your legs unsteady, but his hold never ceased and kept you up. "Thank you..." you muttered, finding it hard to believe that after all he did, you were still thanking him for not cumming inside. Finding yourself in his arms rather than the ground, you refused the kiss he wanted to plant on your lips, instead turning your cheek, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind.

"I think you owe me something," he whispered into your ear before you felt his teeth bit into your lobe, making you flinch. "I did pull out like you asked me to."

"I owe you nothing, you... you bastard! You fiend! You...!" Your feelings took the upper hand as you heard what he demanded from you now. It was hard not to raise your voice when he dared to tell you about what you owed him after taking you against your will.

Laughing out loud, Kaeya quickly composed himself again, pretending to be hurt. "Ouch. I didn't know you knew these kinds of words."

A sudden rough pull in your hair yanked your head back, your body arching under the force and pressing against his while Kaeya towered over you, never letting his gaze stray from you. "Call me what you want. I don't care what you think, I'm not your friend, remember? I am anything but your stupid, little friend."

This time he took your mouth as he pleased, ramming his lips into yours and slipping his tongue down your throat. When he finally spoke again, his words were nothing but threatening to you, an anxious knot building in your stomach.

"That's why you'll break up with that asshole, you understand?"

"Why would I! Just leave me alone! You had what you wanted!"

"You still don't understand it," Kaeya sighed, releasing your hair briefly before tangling it around his fingers again, pulling you back even further and making you fear your spine would snap. "You are what I want! You belong to me! I was nice this time, but I will change if I must. Break up with him and make it easy for both of you. And then you'll come back to warm my bed, understand?"

Gulping, you put on a brave face, trying to face his stare head-on. This was getting out of control; you couldn't let him win with all his endeavors! No matter how you thought about Kaeya before, this wasn't the man you had come to like and appreciate in the past. He was something, but you could only hope it was still a human.

"And what if I don't?" you asked, using all the courage left inside of you.

"Oh darling, believe me," he laughed, unexpectedly pulling away all of his hands, your body unable to keep itself up and plummeting to the floor. Instant waves of shock and pain hit you, but when he stepped between your legs, you couldn't help but look up to him. How could you have been so wrong about a person you spent so much time with? Who was this man claiming to love you?

"You will do as I say, or everyone will know what kind of slut you really are. Especially your fine boyfriend. Who do you think the people will believe - their charming cavalry captain or some random chick that was seen laughing and hanging around him a lot?"

You opened your mouth to protest, wanting to prove him wrong, wanting to tell him Mondstadt cared about you as much as they did about him. But... was this wrong to assume? Would they really believe your word against his? With a reputation like Kaeya had, would you stand a chance to win against him? You couldn't imagine living a different life than you had so far, so would you be able to deal with the branding of a cheater? Realizing these questions, you closed your mouth again, scrambling to get up and collect your clothes from the ground. You were ready to storm out of the room, just go home and forget about everything that happened but reaching for the doorknob, Kaeya approached you from behind, holding the door shut with his hand.

"Don't hate me too much, okay? I really, really love you, [Name]."

He sounded anxious as he whispered these words against your head, leaving a trail of kisses. How could you believe this? How could you believe any of what he was saying? Just now, he had forced you into a level of intimacy you hadn't been ready for, threatened you, and made demands. And now he came to you, showing these rare moments of vulnerability and insecurity that made you special before all of this went down. What could you still believe about Kaeya?

"This isn't love," you mumbled, twisting and turning the knob to leave, deciding you couldn't listen to his voice anymore.

"You'll come to understand that this is love," Kaeya chuckled. You could hear the bittersweet smile on his lips as he planted one more kiss on top of your shoulder before he pushed himself away, letting you escape into the night.

Only when the cold, fresh air engulfed your heated body could you finally collect your thoughts. Your body ached, and yet, it tingled with every step, remembering you of the pleasure you had experienced through him. Disgusted and appalled by yourself, you made your way back home, crying the whole time, wondering what went wrong.

It was all Kaeya's fault, right? He went mad and did these unspeakable things to you. He was jealous because you had a boyfriend already and rejected him. None of this was your fault... right? But at the same time, would he make these threats come true? Was there really no other way than to break up with your boyfriend? Could you do nothing but obey his demands if you wanted to keep living your life? Was the love he had for you really love?

These questions kept you up all night.

All while Kaeya sipped on his drink, satisfied with himself, studying the image of you he had in his mind and the cum stains on his mirror. Stains he only planned to add to but never get rid of.

Just like you'd never get rid of him.

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voiidlizrd · 3 years

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JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS IF YOU LAUGHED WHEN YOU FOUND OUT THEY CHEATED

A/N: I’ve seen so many angst fanfictions of characters cheating on Y/N and they cry and can’t really get over them. What if it was just Y/N laughing because they don’t take shit and probably stand by the “you loose me, you loose me loser.” Of course they are hurt but can’t let people control them for it.

If you have been in a very toxic relationship, you are awesome and I hope the best for you!

This is my first time writing a bit of angst (if you can call it that) and this will probably be OOC, but I’m not sure.

Gender Neutral Reader for all parts except Naoya (we all know how he feels about women). Badly written angst.

Warning: toxic relationships, slight angst, just reader being a badass, Naoya being Naoya.

As much as I love Gojo, he would totally cheat on you. He’s a guy with a huge ego and pride and probably lacks commitment to actual romantic relationships, it isn’t surprising that he would cheat.

You found out when his phone went off next to you one day. Giving into curiosity, you checked to see what it was about.

It was a text from a someone you didn’t know, or care to know. The text read;

Last night was fun I can’t wait to do that again sometime.

You aren’t stupid. You knew what they meant by that. You only hummed at the message, setting the phone down and trying to ignore the pain in your heart, rising to your throat. You had suspicions, but of course didn’t push for the sake of trusting Gojo.

Gojo came back to the living room and saw you there, phone in hand. His heart immediately dropped but tried to smile at you.

“Last night was fun,” you read from the text off his phone. “I can’t wait to do that again sometime.”

His blood ran cold when hearing the casualty in your voice, like you just told him about the weather.

“So, got anything to say?”

“What’s there to say? It shouldn’t matter right? It was just a one time thing.”

He expected you to start screaming or crying, that’s how most people he had a relationship acted when finding out about his affairs. But not you, no. You smiled at him.

“You’re right. It will be a one time thing. We’re over.”

What?

“What do you mean ‘we’re over,’ and why the fuck are you smiling!?” Gojo tried to get mad at you, to rile you up in hopes of something at least. If you didn’t care why should he? But at the same time…

“I said what I said and meant what I said. I’m smiling because it’s funny.”

“The fuck is so funny about this?”

“It’s funny you think I’d actually cry over something like this, over you.”

You aren’t crying over him. You only chuckle at his surprised expression, holding back laughter. He didn’t get a rise out of you, your sobs and yells of not being able to have him truly.

You weren’t upset over him.

“Wh-“ “I’ll pack my things.”

With that you just shoved your things into your bags, taking everything with you and giving Gojo a sickeningly sweet smile at the front doorway.

“Whatever.” Gojo spat with a smirk. “You won’t find another guy like me, yknow.”

Your smiled widened, much to Gojo’s hatred. “Good to know.”

With that, you left. You left without a fuss, without a tear. Fine, Gojo thought, I don’t need you anyways.

You’d be back either way. You’d crawl back to him realizing you can’t get over someone like THE Gojo Satoru. You just can’t!

Gojo probably slept around, trying to get rid of the thought of you and tried to enjoy this “freedom.” In truth, each time after the one night stand was done, all he remembered was that goddamn smile you gave him, how casual you were about leaving him.

No second thought, no second chance.

You just left.

He shouldn’t care. There were plenty of women and plenty of men who were more than willing to be with him, of course.

So why does he feel so empty without you? Why did it set a heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders. It was only then he realized that you really wouldn’t come back.

Okay it is canon that Toji here can’t be bothered to be in a committed relationship. So it isn’t a surprise he probably cheats.

You found out when you ran into him on the way to the store. He was with some random woman, you didn’t pay much attention to who she was really.

You two just stared at one another. Toji didn’t seem to bother to explain himself, nor did he seem to care. Of course you ached on the inside.

“Gonna say anything? Cause I gotta get goin’.” Toji finally said.

“Back to your date?”

He just rolled his eyes, ready for the waterworks and the screaming. He waited, and waited. Looking back at you, all he saw was a smile. His brows furrowed.

No screaming. No yelling. You just laughed and looked at the woman;

“Good luck.”

You just walked passed him, shoulders bumping into one another roughly. It left a bitter taste in Toji’s mouth. You just… Walked away with no fuss. Sure. Fine by him right? Right.

He didn’t care and you didn’t seem to neither. No problem with him.

That’s a lie.

He saw you go about your day to day life. Despite the look of casualty on your face, you looked… worn out.

Ouch.

Right through Toji’s heart was the spike of guilt.

You were hurting, that much was obvious, but you tried to get over it. After all, plenty of fish in the sea. It would be a waste to just save it on some dude.

‘Course Toji tried to get you out of his mind. It was obvious he couldn’t. Always thinking about you, sometimes even waiting to see you text him some stupid shit he could roll his eyes at. Something.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t and you shouldn’t. If he didn’t care about your relationship, neither would you.

It was over and it was done.

But there’s times Toji really wishes he wasn’t such an asshole.

How you two got together is BEYOND anyone’s understanding. He’s misogynistic and a complete asshole. It’s surprising how you are able to put up with him sometimes.

What’s not surprising is him cheating. He believes that his male needs need to be satisfied whenever. After all he works hard so he clearly deserve it.

You were blissfully unaware until a sympathetic servant informed you of what your husband gets up to when he’s not around.

You just smiled but it was clear by the ache in your eyes you fought back the tears. You knew. You had a gut feeling but you tried to trust him.

Upon returning home, he was greeted by you sitting on the bed with your things packs behind you.

“The fuck is this?” Naoya demanded.

“I know you’re cheating on me.”

Naoya just scoffed and rolled his eyes. Women and their emotions. “I’m a man. I have needs you know.”

“I know. Whoever she is, she can do it all the time with you. I don’t really care.” You smiled.

Naoya grinned, figuring you saw it his way like a good wife. But his smile dropped when you took off your wedding ring and set it on the bedside table. No anger behind it and no hesitation.

“What the fuck are you doing.”

“Letting you have your way as a man. I mean, you won’t have a wife to be nagging you about that, right?” You grinned even wider, venom pouring from your words while your face said otherwise.

You grabbed your things and tried to walk past him. Keyword, tried.

“You aren’t going anywhere! You are my wife!” His hand gripped your wrist but you just tugged it away. “Get back here!”

You weren’t crying like he was expecting. Don’t women just bawl when they find their husband is being unfaithful? Don’t they make a huge fuss and scene?

You just continued walking away from him, ignoring him as if he were just a flu. A pest.

“You are my wife! You will-“ “Ex-wife.”

You turned with a smile. “Wish you and her the best of luck. Really, I do. She keep your man needs ‘satisfied’ right?”

For once Naoya was speechless. He could only watch as you walked away, away from the Zenin estate. You turned back and he could only wait- rather hope- you’d come running back to him and apologize for doing this to him, for saying such things to him. But you just stood, and stared, and chuckled at your own stupidity. Misogynists, am I right?

There are plenty of women who are submissive, Naoya told himself. Plenty who are willing to be pretty wives.

Yet there he stands, just hoping and wishing his dear wife would come back. His caring and loving one. That smile you gave him, that smile of pure pain yet amusement. You’d always smile when he brought you joy.

Now he just sees that sickening smile over and over. He tried to blame it on the woman he had an affair with, she came onto him! But at the end of the day, he was the one that gave in.

Hope I did good at the angst! My heart sure didn’t enjoy it except the Naoya part.

#jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen naoya

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slasherbaby · 3 years

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Call Me [read on ao3 or under the cut! ♡]

Pairing: Danny Johnson x Trans Masc reader (he/him pronouns)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, very mild breeding kink, knifeplay, cock/cunt used to describe the reader’s junk

Length: 4676 words

“Fuck,” Danny grunted into the phone, his voice low and forced. From sound alone, you can tell how he’s holding himself. It doesn’t take much imagination to envision the way his jaw strained, his eyebrows pulled down in the middle. “Wanna slide right into that cunt, fuck. Know you’d be so wet, such a fucking slut for me.”

Historically speaking, you’ve never been into dirty talk. It always sounded stiff, the guy talking to you usually too unsure of himself to sound even remotely sexy. But god, did it feel different with Danny. His deep voice, the rough edge around each syllable, and the naturally monotone way he spoke has always been enough to drive you crazy, ever since the first ‘hello.’

“Maybe I’d suck on that pretty fucking cock too, gotta make sure my baby’s nice and hard before I fuck him, right?”

It’s easy to picture how he’d look, looking up at you with his dark, dilated eyes. Holding your gaze as he worked your cock in his mouth. You bite down on your lower lip, stifling a groan at the sparks of pain that follow.

The laugh that comes through the receiver is rough and hoarse, sending a shiver of delight up your spine. “Don’t hide from me, angel. I already know how much of a whore you are,” Another laugh rasps through. “Everyone knows how you act at the bar after a few drinks, fucking brat. Drooling for attention, dancing around like you’re asking for it. Giving a show to everyone.”

“Yours,” You gasp, your voice just a touch away from sounding desperate. It’s the truth, afterall, but Danny already knows it. You both know that he’s the only one you’d let touch you, the only one you want to touch you. “Just yours.”

“And don’t fucking forget it.” Danny’s voice drops into a growl, making you whimper. “I’m the only one who gets you like this. You’re fucking mine, baby. Mine and mine alone.”

Another gasp falls from your lips, nodding your head even though you know he can’t see. Your cock is hard and aching, but you move your fingers away from where you’ve been circling it, going lower and lower until you reach your entrance.

“Danny…” You groan, squeezing your eyes shut as you wait for him to keep talking, to keep bringing you closer to the edge.

“You’ve got no idea how crazy it makes me to see how people look at you. Makes me wanna put a collar on you, fucking let everyone know who you belong to.” There’s a grunt from the other side of the phone, slick noises punctuating every breath Danny takes. “Or maybe the next time you wanna act like a whore, I’ll make you wear that little red dress in your closet. You know the one, don’t you?”

You groan out a noise of confirmation, chest swelling up when he hums in approval.

“I’ll bring you out to Walleyes with me after work, and I’ll fuck you in the bathroom. I know how dirty sluts like you want it, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to fill you up real good before sending you off to dance. Without your panties, of course. Gotta see if you can keep my come in without it dripping out. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I know I would. Letting everyone know how fucking good I breed my baby.”

Your hole clenches around nothing, desperately seeking out something to fill it as Danny spews filth into your ear. Pretending it’s Danny, you slowly push in a single digit. It’s not nearly enough to satisfy, but that’s nothing you aren’t used to.

Adding another finger gives you a bit of a stretch, but it pales in comparison to how Danny’s fingers would feel. His hand dwarfs yours, his fingers long and thick and perfect for curling up at just the right angle.

“S’not enough.” You groan as you thrust into yourself, but it’s hardly a groan of pleasure.

“What’s not enough?”

“My fingers, it’s-” Another groan comes from your lips, but this time it’s filled with frustration. You’ve been pent up all day, even though you just saw Danny the night before. And yet you still can’t satisfy yourself. Not by yourself, anyway.

You know you could come in a matter of minutes if you really wanted to. From your fingers pressed against your cock. It’s how you usually get off, rubbing one out quickly. Rarely do you try and fuck yourself, only dipping down to collect some of your wet and use it to make your cock nice and slick to finish yourself off.

But those orgasms are bland. Fun, of course, but not what you really want. You want the thigh shaking, eye rolling, screaming orgasm that you know can only come from being properly fucked.

Little tears of frustration well up in your eyes as you adjust your hips, trying and failing to find a better angle. “It’s just not enough.”

“Baby,” Danny coos mockingly, his deep voice vibrating through the phone. “You don’t have anything else to fill you up? No toys?”

Your first instinct is to snap back at him, but you refrain, biting down on your tongue instead. It’s embarrassing, how needy you feel. But your desire’s rolling off of you in waves of heat, and it’s a thirst you can’t quench on your own.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You mumble, pressing the side of your face into your pillow. “S’not my fault…”

“Are you pouting?” Danny’s voice is a shade away from being more condescending than you can bear, his tone unlawfully sweet. You can tell he’s talking through a grin. “Fucking yourself while pouting? Fuck, angel. You’re too much.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Your voice cracks halfway through the sentence, but it’s not from the way you're grinding your hips. The lump in your throat and the tears in your eyes don’t do anything but make you feel stupid, so fucking stupid that a part of you wants to hang up right then and there. As delicious as his voice is, you crave your boyfriend’s touch more than phone sex.

“Darling, are you crying?”

You sniffle, shaking your head. You’re too far gone, too lost in your head to realize he won’t be able to see you. After a moment, you hear Danny chuckle. It’s too much, your face is burning something fierce and you can’t handle anymore embarrassment. With a click, you hang up the phone, pulling your fingers out of yourself and cramming your face properly into the pillow.

A minute passes in silence, before you hear the sound of your phone trilling next to you. You pick it up before it can get to the second ring, fully ready to apologize for acting like such a baby. It was supposed to be a sexy thing, not something so dramatic.

“Danny?”

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You roll over, facing the ceiling with a pinched expression. “I-“

“I’ll be over in thirty.”

“Minutes?” You sit completely upright, clutching onto your phone like a vice.

“Be ready for me, Angel. ”

Your heart jolts in your chest when the line cuts out, and you immediately drop your phone back onto the receiver. You slap your hand over your face, covering up the grin that’s started to grow.

You didn’t expect Danny to be so… down? Especially so late at night, when he has work in the morning, nonetheless. Jumping off the bed, you rush to your dresser, grabbing the folded robe on top of it.

You slip your arms through the sleeves before turning to face the mirror, eyes darting across your body. It’s a simple little thing, something vintage and pretty that caught your eye when you were shopping for clothes a while back. It’s light blue, made from silky satin that hardly reaches your upper thighs and delicate white lace that kisses the hem of the fabric. You tie the robe shut at the small of your waist, looping the sash into a messy bow at the front.

There’s a knock at your door the second you finish looking yourself over, making you nearly jump out of your skin in surprise. You leave your bedroom in a rush, but as you pass by the living room to get to the front door, you pause. Licking your lips, you shoot a glance towards the grandfather clock. Hardly five minutes had passed since he called you.

There was no way Danny could’ve gotten to your place that fast. The excitement in your chest pops, deflating like a sad balloon as you approach the front door, leaning forward with your hands against the wood. When you look through the keyhole, you frown. There’s no one in sight.

“Probably just kids messing around…” You murmur, fiddling with sash at your waist.

But before you can turn away from the door, something leather slams over your mouth, and your cheek is being shoved up against the wood. You try to kick back at whoever grabbed you, but it’s no use. They have an iron grip, and all fighting back gets you is their front shoved against your back, holding you tight against the front door.

You can’t move your hands with the way they’ve been trapped between your body and the door, no matter how hard you struggle against it. They release your mouth, but you’re still too stunned to speak. It’s only then, when you feel the sharp end of a blade press against your thigh, that you realize how vulnerable you are.

“My boyfriend’s gonna be home any minute now.” You grit out as they put the tip of their knife against your sensitive inner thigh. They press hard, hard enough to break skin if you don’t open your legs wider, so you’re forced to move with it. “He’s big and tall and he’ll-“ You’re breath hitches as the person behind you trails the knife up, getting closer and closer to the space between your legs. “He’s a scary motherfucker and he’ll fucking kill you if you touch me!” Your voice breaks as you shout, and to your surprise, the person actually pulls the knife away.

The chuckle that comes next, low and familiar, surprises you as well.

“A ‘scary motherfucker’?” It’s Danny’s voice that greets you, his lips kissing the shell of your ear as he speaks. “Hmm. I guess I am.”

“Danny,” You breathe out, the fear leaving your body like a tidal wave. “What the fuck are you-“

One of his gloved hands cuts you off again before you can finish your sentence, pressing tight against your mouth. His other hand slides eagerly between your legs, slipping inside you without warning.

“You know I don’t like being hung up on.” His voice was far from what you were familiar with, low and grating in your ear. The laugh that follows it equally as foreign. “Ha… should’ve know that you’d get wet from that, fucking slut.”

Like you’re any better, you try to growl, but the leather trapping your mouth makes it impossible to speak, your words coming out in muffled irritation instead.

He laughs, kicking your legs further apart with one of his heavy boots. With a slick sound that makes you blush, he removes his fingers from your slit.

The zipper on his pants hardly makes a noise as he frees himself, but it’s enough to make you press back against him by instinct alone. He moves his hand away from your mouth, pressing his palm against your upper back instead, keeping you pinned to the wall.

You gasp out- something warm and hard pressing up against your entrance. He laughs as he slots his cock between your thighs, right up against your sex, dragging the head along your hardness.

“Danny,” You moan, arching your back and wiggling your hips, hoping to angle it just enough so that he slips inside of you. He’s never taken you like this before, even though you know he’s wanted to, and the rush of it nearly makes your head spin.

“Hmm?” He asks, voice terribly calm for the situation. “What is it? Do you wanna stop?” And just as easily as he started, he pulls back. Grunting a bit before the zipper on his pants is pulled back up. “C’mere.”

You want to cry all over again, so desperately close to getting what you need and yet so far all the same.

“I didn’t mean sto-“

You cut yourself off with a noise of surprise as he grabs you by the hair, pulling you around harshly and forcing you to face him. After he lets go, he takes a few steps back, leather boots thudding heavy against the wooden floor.

You open your mouth, but whatever words you want to say die on your tongue as he reaches out, touching your cheek. The back of his knuckles brush delicately against your cheekbone.

Your stomach does somersaults as he looks you over, taking your body in full. His hand moves down, tracing the outline of your waist through the robe. You can hardly feel his touch, but it makes you shiver all the same.

“I must be the luckiest guy,” Danny murmurs as he takes hold of the end of the bow tying your robe together, slowly pulling it until it comes undone. He lets your robe fall open, the night air cool on your front, and slips his hand inside the fabric to stroke your hip. “To have such a pretty baby.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the praise, but Danny doesn’t let it slide. He takes you by the chin, the pad of his gloved thumb stroking the skin under your lower lip.

“You know that, right?” He nods your head for you, gently tilting your head up and down. You open your eyes, brows slightly furrowed, only to meet his smile. “There we go, pretty thing. Always so ready for me… Always so good…”

You push up on your tiptoes, pressing yourself further into Danny’s touch. You don’t say a word as you slip your hands under his leather jacket, running along the fabric of his shirt before going under it as well. Your lips quirk up when you feel his abdomen tighten, straining with the muscle you already know is there. You trail one of your hands down, letting a stray finger hook into his belt loop.

“Rode all this way,” You murmur, ignoring the way your gut squirms with confusion. There’s no way Danny could’ve gotten to your place so fast, not even if he was speeding the whole way. “And you won’t even kiss me…”

Danny snorts, his hand turning tight on your hip, gripping you hard. “That’s all you want?” He leans down to press his lips against yours, so soft it makes your heart ache.

It’s the contrast with him. The push and pull. So hot and eager one minute, yet so cold and distant the next. But his lips are sweet and kind against yours, and you can’t bring yourself to pick at the scabs of question that litter your relationship with him.

When he pulls back, his voice is rough against your mouth, lips moving like butterfly kisses against yours. “Just one kiss?”

You unzip his jeans in response, nipping at his lower lip when he chuckles.

“Mmhm. That’s what I thought.”

In a quick motion, Danny wraps one arm under your thigh and the other tight around your waist, hoisting you up like you weigh nothing. You nearly yelp at him, your hands slipping out from under his shirt. Before you have the chance to respond, he has your back pressed up against the door once again.

He kisses you with ferocity you’ve never felt from another. Licking into your open mouth, he waits for you to moan before biting down on your lower lip. You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking down when he sinks his teeth down into it again.

Danny works his way down from your lips, sucking dark bruises on your neck and jawline. You gasp and let go of his hair, grabbing onto the back of his neck instead.

“Danny,” You try to speak but the second you start, he’s biting down hard. Right under your jawline, where he knows you’re most sensitive, making you melt into a gasping mess.

He pulls back by a fraction, leaving his lips to rest against the mark he’s made. You can feel the smile on his lips when he speaks, low and so gravely that you swear you can feel it thrumming through your throat. “What was that?”

You laugh, something that starts out soft but turns breathless once he replaces his lips with his tongue. “Choke me,” You rush, as if you’re worried you might forget if he keeps going. The tongue on your neck disappears, and doubt flashes in your mind. “If you want.” You clarify, just as fast. “You can if you want, I mean. I… I don’t mind.”

“Is that right, baby? You don’t mind?”

You nod your head as he adjusts his hips, keeping you stable against the wall so he can pull away from your neck. The look on his face is diabolical, and if you weren’t being held up you’re sure it would be enough to send you to your knees.

“Wanna know what I think?”

You lick over your kiss-bitten lips and nod.

“I think my baby’s a fucking freak.” His hand goes around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. You press into the touch, exhaling through your nose. Your cheeks are on fire, butterflies batting their wings in your stomach.

“I just... I-” Your stammer is cut off by the hand on your throat tightening, stopping the words before they can fall from your tongue.

Your eyes widen as Danny leans in, propping up his thigh to keep you up against the wall. His hand slides down then, squeezing the inner of your upper thigh. You know where he’s going, and let out a shaky exhale, wrapping your legs tighter around him in anticipation. When he touches you, you bite your lower lip.

“You’re still dripping,” Danny sing-songs, dragging two fingers through your folds. He avoids your cock, but just him touching you is enough for you to groan. “I’d say you’re even more wet now.”

Your eyes bulge as he flexes his arm muscles, the veins on his forearm straining from the pressure. The ease at which he can cut off your breath should scare you, but all you can process is the heavy, humid heat that’s filling up your mind. You don’t struggle for breath, you don’t need to yet, but you do open your mouth when he squeezes even tighter.

“It’s so hot,” He groans, pressing forward until his arm is trapped between both of your chests, and his mouth is panting against your ear. “Feeling how bad you need me,”

If his fist wasn’t wrapped around your throat, you would’ve whined. You can feel his heavy puffs of air on the side of your face, and how his chest moves with every ragged breath. You tilt your hips up, trying to get him to move his fingers down. You’ve been waiting so long, and all you want is to feel him inside you. But he just chuckles, presses closer, stilling your hips.

“Desperate,” Danny rasps. “Fucking slut, can’t come unless I’m inside you?”

Your cheeks burn, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You’re nearly spaced out, your head beginning to spin from the lack of oxygen.

“So fucking wet for it, so wet for me,” He inhales shakily, like he’s trying to pull himself together, before letting you breathe again.

You suck in a deep breath, head spinning from the sudden rush of oxygen. He keeps his hand on your throat, not tight enough to choke, but just enough to serve as a reminder of what he could do. Danny presses further up against you, crushing you into the door as he slips a digit inside your heat.

“Oh,” You groan as he adds another, curling them upwards as his thumb starts to massage your cock. “Danny,”

He doesn’t respond, too far gone to speak as he watches you. His eyes are dark and open wide, with an unfamiliar, wild glint in them. The way he works you feels the same, rough and fast, almost in time with his heavy pants.

“You’re driving me crazy,” He grunts, squeezing your neck. “Having you like this-” he cuts himself off with a deep inhale before pulling out completely.

Before you have the time to complain, he’s grabbing you by the hips again, walking a few feet over to the kitchen table, and slamming you down onto it. Your back thuds when it hits the old wood, your eyes wide with shock. He shoves your legs apart, grabbing you by the thighs so he can drag you closer to him.

The skillful way he unbuckles and unzips his pants could almost seem calm if it wasn’t betrayed by the near frantic look in his eyes. He only gets his jeans undone enough to pull his cock out before grabbing you again, pulling until your ass is almost hanging over the table, and thrusting into you.

You can’t be embarrassed by the noise he drags from your throat, something high and strangled and fuck, you know that if it wasn’t for him stretching you out before, he’s big enough that it would’ve hurt. He doesn’t speak as he thrusts, fucking you as you’ve never been fucked before. He’s like a man on the brink, his hands gripping you hard enough to leave bruises.

There’s a moan stuck in your throat, some words too. An assortment of garbled sentences, but each thrust punches them right out until you’re being pounded into a whining, half-crying mess. He’s hitting all the right places, angling his hips just right, and slamming into you until you see stars.

It’s only after you get close, your thighs shaking and straining with the effort, that Danny grabs your throat, squeezing hard as he slows down his thrusts. “If I had my way, I’d keep you like this all the time.”

You swallow back another moan, your eyes still wide when they meet his.

“So wet and open, like you were fucking made for me.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust, hard and slow. His hand turns to a fist, cutting off your airflow. “Gonna give you what you need, gonna take good care of my baby,” Danny moves his hand from your thigh to your waist, ghosting over your stomach. “And if you’re good, I might even fuck one into you.”

Your back arches as you come, his words are all you need to go right over the edge. Black ebbs away at your vision as Danny fucks you through it, hard and fast, choking you as you writhe on his cock. He’s set the pace now, and keeps it steady even as you come back down into your body. It’s nearly too much, but you can’t find the strength to articulate your words.

His hand leaves your throat, but only to trail down your chest, moving to your navel. His fingers find your cock easily, and you yelp in some sort of mix between pain and pleasure. It’s too much, and you arch your back off the table, shimming your hips, doing anything to escape his touch. It’s fire, his touch. Blinding, painful, but so damn hot you can’t help but crave more.

It lasts for years, the constant mix between pain and pleasure. The digit on your cock only lets up once Danny’s breathing turns to pants, sweat beading on his forehead. His hips stutter, slowing down for a moment before gripping your hips with a sudden, newfound intensity. Your skin pales where he’s applied pressure, slamming you down hard onto his cock.

“Angel,” Danny groans, fucking into you once, twice, three times. He comes with a growl, his eyes never shutting as he rides out his pleasure.

There’s a whine in your throat, spilling from your lips just as he fills you up. You’ve never done this without a condom before, but now that you have, you don’t know how you could ever go back to wrapping it up. He leans back, still inside you, catching his breath. Sucking in greedy lungfuls as you watch, your chest heaving with the same intensity.

When he moves to pull out, you grab both of his wrists, not giving him the option of letting go of your hips.

“Wait,” You murmur, pulling him in closer. There’s no real strength behind it, but Danny humors you all the same. You bring one of his hands up to your cheek and nuzzle into it, peppering a few light kisses on his knuckles.

He leans forward, and you kiss him softly, both of you smiling into it. You free his hands, having gotten what you wanted, and he moves them to trail down your chest, caressing your sides. He leaves one to rest on your belly, the other one moving to the side of your neck.

“You really liked that, huh?” Danny asks quietly, his voice a low whisper against your skin.

“Shut up.”

He huffs, kissing the side of your head in what you can tell is exasperation.

A part of you wishes you could stay like this forever. It makes you feel safe, having Danny surrounding you so fully. It makes you feel loved. But the smarter part of you knows that he has to be up at six tomorrow morning, and you don’t know if he’ll stay once you fall asleep. If you’re already in the bedroom, clinging to him under the covers, he’ll stay the night. But if you doze off on the kitchen table, you know he’ll only tuck you into bed before leaving.

“Bed?” You ask, looking up at Danny with half lidded eyes. You can feel the fondness in his gaze as he stares down at you, waiting a few seconds before nodding.

“Yeah baby. C’mere.”

His hands are gentle as they slide over your body, and you have to stop him before he can try and carry you himself.

“I can walk, you know. I’m not gonna break.” You try to chastise, but a smile breaks through your facade. He grins back, lips spreading to reveal teeth, sharp and as deadly as ever. But his lips are soft, plush against your skin and gentle in a way that is too hard for your muddled mind to try and describe. “You know that first hand.”

Danny slips his arms around you once more, chuckling softly against your skin. “I sure do.” He leans up, taking you into his arms as he straightens out his body. “It’ll take a lot more to break you, darling. I know that first hand.”

He carries you to bed with your face tucked into the crook of his neck and your arms slung loosely around his shoulders, and he only needs one arm to pull back the sheets, keeping the other around your waist, before laying you down and tucking you in.

“Stay?” The space between your thighs is sore, and your voice is hoarse from his hand wrapped around your neck. But you amplify it just a bit, making your voice a bit more gravely than it ought to. You have to stay. you’re trying to convey. Look what you’ve done to me, you can’t just leave me like this.

He shucks off his jeans and jacket before slipping in beside you. Warming your bed like he has all the times before, with his arms around you and his face buried in your hair.

You shut your eyes to the sound of him murmuring, and even though you can’t quite hear what he’s saying, you repeat the words back on instinct.

“Love you too, Danny. Love you forever.”

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You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all.

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia for kink help and @clearwillow for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow for @eringobroke - used and edited with permission.

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

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cas-rivaille · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request a obey me hc where the MC is a leader of a very big mafia gang in the human world?

YES !??!?

(ahaha this def isn't the plot of one of my scripts where i run a mafia gang because i thought it would be cool and it's amazing you requested this)

tags: mentions of weapons, mild swearing, protective brothers and datables (i didn't include luke because it's a mafia gang thing and he's precious child and i want abt to put him in harms way)

a/n: i also didn't write the thoughts for dia, barb, simeon, or solomon because i honestly couldn't think of anything i'm sorry

MC as a Mafia leader in the human world

When you came to the Devildom, you were in another world, rendering everything in the human world useless. You spent so much time trying to adjust, that your life in the human world was almost forgotten.

Almost.

It wasn't long before Lord Diavolo announced you would be going on a trip to the human world. Suddenly you remembered everything you would go back to. If only you were aware of the chaos that would unfold. When you got to the human world, in your town you previously lived in, there was maybe a minute of peace before chaos erupted.

Once you stepped out of the alleyway that Diavolo teleported the group of you into, nearly half the people on the street turned and looked at you. Some of them ran, others pulled out their phones and made calls, and about four or five came rushing towards you asking where you'd been.

You recognized the men that had the gall to come up to you, they were some of the more high ranking commanders. However, your second in command was not among them. The brothers protectively stepped around you, not knowing who these people were. Clearly that was the wrong move.

In an instant the street was clear of citizens and there were members of your gang with their weapons drawn or their hands near their weapon. Diavolo stood behind you, glaring at the men in front. Simeon and Solomon were on edge. The atmosphere was tense. Barbatos was the first to speak.

"I'd advise you stand down," He spoke with a hum in his voice to the men in your gang.

"I could say the same to you," Said a voice emerging from the other side of the street. Slowly the person walked forward. It was your second in command.

"Who are you to be acting like this around our commander ? They disappeared four months ago and show up again like nothing ? Forgive us if we're a little curious," Your second spoke in a teasing manor, eyeing everyone carefully.

Lucifer -

- commander ?

- who ? mc a commander ? of what ?

- who are these people and where did they come from ?

- *protection mode activated*

- the only reason he's not in demon form and ready to attack is bc diavolo is here

- looks at all his brothers and makes sure they understand exactly what he means with one look

- this man is next to dia full on ready to fight

"Who are you calling com-"

You interrupt Lucifer.

"Everyone stand down, this is all just a bit misunderstanding," You say as quickly as possible to stop any conflict. Everyone directs their attention towards you.

"Commander who are these people ?" Your second asks.

"They're my friends, there's no need to be hostile. Everyone stand down," You say, looking around at all the people. They immediately lower their weapons, some of them even holster them. Your second on the other hand, known for standing up to you, doesn't lower their weapon.

"All due respect commander, but I won't stand down until I know they aren't a threat," You second looks you dead in the eye. You sigh. You then direct your attention to the boys surrounding you.

"Guys, back off a bit please. I'm fine. They aren't a threat," You say, tired.

The brothers ease up a bit, but you can still see the tension in their muscles. Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon stood behind you protectively still, but also stepped back.

Lucifer steps forward and makes eye contact with you.

"What's going on MC ?" Lucifer asks.

"Okay so, gang this is Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel, Asmo, Barbatos, Belphie, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, and Diavolo. Boys, this is my gang," You say while pointing to everyone and talking as fast as possible.

Mammon -

- he eased up on his defensive stance, but he never let your hand go

- as to be expected because you're HIS human

- anyways

- gang ??

- what do you mean gang ??

- like a club or should he be running

- very confused boi but just wants to protect you no matter what

Mammon squeezes your hand lightly. You look at him.

"What do you mean gang ?" He asks.

"I- uh.. well you see, it's exactly how it sounds," You respond.

The confusion on Mammon's face only grows.

"I am the leader of a gang. Here in the human world?" You say while shrugging your shoulders.

The boys all look at you like you've grown a second head.

"You run a gang ?" Mammon says after a moment of silence between all of them.

"Is that so surprising ?" Your second asks.

Leviathan -

- surprising ??

- surprising ??????

- the same mc that would stay up until two am playing animal crossing with him ?

- the same mc that bought him plushies of his favorite characters ?

- mc who would cosplay with him

- how could someone who makes sure he takes care of himself and basically babies him but on a friend level, be the commander of a gang ?

- lowkey thinks it's badass because he is the grand admiral of his own army

- gets distracted and starts fangirling over you

"How long have you been the commander of a gang?" Levi excitedly asks.

"Two years, before I went to the devildom that is," You respond, slightly bouncing off Levi's excitement.

"The what?" Your second asks, interrupting.

"The- oh. Wait a minute," You say and turn to Diavolo.

"Am I allowed to tell them ?" You half whisper to Dia.

"If you see fit. This situation is entirely new to me," Dia half whispers back. Barbatos leans in and joins the conversation.

"I sense utter loyalty to you, MC, if you trust them then I advise we should too," Barbatos speaks quietly.

You turn back to your gang.

"Okay so the reason I vanished for four months is because I went to 'hell' as an exchange student. Now I realize that may sound crazy, but these guys are all demons," You say while roughly gesturing to the brothers, Dia, and Barbatos, "He's an angel," You say and point to Simeon, "And he's a human, but immortal, I think. I don't really know Solomon is the textbook definition of an enigma," You say while waving at Solomon in gesture.

Your gang stares at you, bewildered. The person next to your second starts laughing hysterically. Your second glares at him but the laughter doesn't stop.

Levi, knowing exactly how it feels to be laughed at and not believed, starts talking.

"Need proof ?" He asks. In the blink of an eye he's in his demon form.

Your gang steps back, eyes wide, their hands near their weapons.

Satan -

- there's no way satan isn't dragging you back to his room after this to talk about your gang

- thinks it's attractive as hell, MC in a position of power ? that's the stuff

- takes a moment to register why levi is in his demon form, but feels his wrath and changes too

- steps closer to you

- he's still mad you never told him, but he won't take it out on you

- honestly just wants to know the truth

After Satan changes too, the rest of the brothers join in

Except Lucifer, who looks very displeased. Diavolo laughs at Lucifer's discontentment. Satan smirks as well, knowing he made Lucifer angry.

Your second is the first to speak.

"Okay what the fuck," Is the only thing said.

"MC did explain that we're demons, were you listening ?" Satan asks coyly.

"Right then. So it's actually true ?" Your second asks, looking at you.

"Yes, why would I lie ?" You say back.

There is a moment of silence. No one moves or says anything.

"So I take it this means we can't tell anyone ?" Your second asks.

"No, you cant. But I know you're all more than capable of keeping secrets," You laugh a little. The atmosphere lightens up. Your second laughs with you.

Asmo -

- your laugh is so adorable to him

- not the time thoughts

- he also thinks it's attractive you run a gang

- admires how you were able to change the atmosphere and how these people listen to you

- will totally tease you and call you commander

- joins in on lightening the mood

"Right then, how about we all go get a drink and discuss the events of the last four months over dinner ?" Asmo says.

"Is there even a restaurant big enough to hold all of us ?" Satan asks.

"Yeah, we can use the base," You say.

"Of course, it's still the same as you left it commander," Your second joins in.

"Then it's settled, let's go !" Asmo smiles.

Beel -

- definitely not opposed to having food

- is a little hurt you didn't tell him, but ultimately understands

- he wants to hear about your adventures

- wonders if he can spend more time with you to hear about said adventures

- does this mean you can fight ?

- if so can you train with him ?

"Does this mean we get human world food ?" Beel asks, looking at you.

"Yep !!" You respond.

Beel changes out of his demon form with a smile on his face.

"I'll also show you guys our base of operations and give you a tour. I can also show you where I used to live too !!" You say excitedly.

The other brothers change out of their demon forms.

Your second starts to walk and lead the way to the base. Everyone follows.

Belphie -

- to be honest he doesn't care you're a gang leader

- he just wants to sleep and spend time with you

- if those two things coincide then good for him

- he does think it's cool tho

"So, you're gonna tell us everything right ?" Belphie asks.

"Yes. I'll tell you guys about my life here and then I'll tell my gang about my life with you all," You say.

"Good, as long as things get cleared up," Belphie says and yawns.

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SORRY IT GOT REALLY SHORT AT THE END IM REALLY TIRED BUT THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!

- cas :)

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 3 years

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Oblivious

Word count: 12,961

Genre: Pining but fluff?

Pairing: Carol x fem!reader

Warnings: drinking sort of (let me know if I need to add any)

Summary: Carol flirts, you're oblivious and Natasha is done with it.

A/n: So this is the first fic I've finished in months. It's also the longest fic I've ever written and the one I've spent the most time on. Also for some reason I thought this was a request but I can't find the request so maybe it wasn't. Usually I have them labelled but for some reason I labelled this "sort of request" so idk. If you gave me this idea credits to you I guess! I haven't edited this so sorry if there are mistakes but other than that I hope you'll like it!

“Hey cutie.”

Carol’s voice distracts you from your idle chit chat with Natasha as you wait for the rest of the team to show up for training. If it weren’t for the fact that her wink is sent in your direction you would have thought she was talking to Natasha.

“Hey Carol, what’s up” Your voice is awkwardly squeaky and you scratch the back of your neck with one hand, never sure what to do with your body around her. Thankfully she doesn’t seem to notice any of your odd behaviour. Although perhaps it’s because you always act weird around her so she doesn’t know any different.

“Ready for training today? It’s Steve’s turn to run it so it’s guaranteed to be a tough one.”

It takes a second for the words to process in your mind and you scramble for a response before the silence gets too long. “Um yeah! I think so. But unlike some people I don’t have powers to make it easier.”

“They do come in handy sometimes,” she agrees, “although I think it’s best for everyone that you don’t, you’d be too powerful with them.”

You feel your heart flutter at her praise. “You flatter me.”

“Just the truth babe.”

She winks again and your heart skips a beat. She called you babe! And winked at you! You have to use logic and remind yourself that she didn’t mean it in the way you want her to. Carol is just a friend and the sooner you remind yourself of that the better. You aren’t too fond of getting your heart broken.

“Y/n?” Carol’s voice brings you back from your thoughts.

“What?”

She’s looking at you weird. “Did you hear my question?”

“Oh sorry I must have spaced.” You give a forced laugh that sounds strange to your ears.

“No problem! I just wanted to know if you want to do some weight training with me?”

You want to say yes but you’re not sure if you can spend any more time with her. If you can’t control yourself within a two minute conversation when Natasha is standing beside you for support you definitely can’t spend more than that alone with her.

“I should probably save my energy for group training so I’ll just watch for now, maybe next time.”

“Next time.” she says and sounds a little disappointed before perking up. “I guess I better show off a little and use the heavy weights if a pretty girl like you is watching.”

You’re not sure what to say in response but Carol doesn’t seem to expect one, walking away to the corner where all the weights that are too heavy for normal humans are. It takes all your effort to peel your eyes away from her and to turn back to a smirking Natasha.

“Very smooth Y/n.”

You give her your best glare which admittedly isn’t very good compared to hers. “Shut up.”

Being the person that she is, she completely ignores you. “Could you be any more obviously in love with her?”

“I’m not in love!” you protest. You’re not sure if you’re trying to convince Natasha or yourself. You know you have feelings for Carol and you know Nat knows about them (she’s a spy, she knows about everything) but that doesn’t mean it’s love. Being in love with her scares you because you know she is way out of your league and there’s no way it would end in anything but hurt.

“That would be a lot more convincing if you weren’t trying to sneak glances at her right now.”

You flush and scowl at the same time. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t, you just hate how I’m right.”

“Nope I hate you.”

She doesn’t reply and you lapse into comfortable silence. Natasha often likes to be together without actually talking which is part of the reason you like being friends with her because you feel the same way. Today however the silence gives you too much time to think. You don’t want your mind to focus on the fact that you can see Carol’s arm muscles flexing as she does her reps or that you can see a single bead of sweat making its way down her forehead. It’s not anything you should care about but you can’t tear your eyes away from her.

She’s unfairly attractive and she’s confident enough to know it. You find cockiness annoying usually but Carol never seems to put herself above anyone else, she just is confident in her own skin. Which makes her even more attractive.

As if she can hear you thinking she looks up from the mat directly at you and you snap your gaze away, your cheeks burning. You want to look back and see what she’s thinking but you can practically feel her eyes on you and making eye contact after you were just caught staring is too embarrassing. Natasha being the amazing friend that she is takes pleasure in your embarrassment and you can see her chuckling quietly beside you.

“It’s not funny.”

“You’re right it’s not funny. It’s hilarious.”

You give her a mock glare, unable to be fully mad at her. For all her teasing Natasha could be quite helpful when giving advice which is something you sorely need since you can’t seem to even talk to Carol without getting flustered anymore.

“What do I do?”

“Ask her out.” She says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I can’t do that.”

She scoffs. “You totally can. Just go up to Carol and say ‘wanna bang’ and I guarantee she’ll say yes.”

You roll your eyes. “Natasha be serious.”

“Fine,” she relents, “I still think you should ask her out though. Maybe bring her flowers and ask her to a nice restaurant or something like that.”

“Does Carol seem like the type of person to like flowers?”

“Maybe not,” she admits, “but Carol would love anything coming from you.”

It’s your turn to scoff now. “That’s not true.”

“It’s definitely true, that girl is completely in love with you.”

“You don’t have to say that just because you’re my best friend.” you tell her. Natasha isn’t usually one to lie but she can also be protective of you so you assume she’s trying to protect your feelings.

“I’m not lying, I’m surprised you can’t tell.”

“Can’t tell what?” You don’t want to listen to Natasha’s obvious lies but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“How in love with you she is. She’s always flirting with you.”

That brings out a small laugh. “She has never flirted with me.”

“So she wasn’t flirting when she came over here to talk to you?”

“No?” Your response is more of a question. You don’t think she was flirting with you because why would she? But Natasha knows way more about relationships and reading people than you do so you can’t help but begin to trust her a little.

“Y/n.” Natasha sounds exasperated. “We were both here but she ignored me the entire time because she wanted to talk to you. She was flirting with you.”

You let yourself entertain the idea for a second. The thought of Carol flirting with you makes you feel all warm and fluttery inside. But no. You push the thought out of your mind as quickly as it came in. Carol wasn’t flirting with you and you can’t allow yourself to get your hopes up and start daydreaming like this. The more you delude yourself the more it will hurt when Carol inevitably starts dating someone better.

“She wasn’t flirting.”

“Y/n I know what flirting looks-”

“She wasn’t. Now let it be, training is about to start.”

Natasha doesn’t look happy about it but she stays quiet. She knows pushing you right now won’t help and will only close you off from the idea more. She doesn’t know exactly what made you suddenly become closed off but she can guess. It breaks her heart a little to know that you don’t see yourself as good enough for Carol when she knows that you are incredible and Carol should be the one worrying about not being good enough for you. Perhaps she’s biased since she’s your best friend but you deserve better than anyone could give you. She just wishes you could see it for yourself.

You can tell Natasha’s thinking and wants to say more but you ignore her as Steve calls the team to group so he can start training. Natasha may be right about a lot of things but she has to be wrong sometimes, this being one of them. There’s no way Carol is into you and you have to keep telling yourself that so you don’t get your hopes up. The best way to deal with your little crush is to try to ignore it until you get over her.

---

“Y/n, wait up!”

You sigh as you hear Carol rushing to run to catch up with your quick pace. You had purposely gone in the opposite direction of your room which was where you were trying to go because you saw Carol in the hall and was trying to avoid her but apparently it had all been for nothing since she spotted you anyways.

“Hey.”

“You’re a hard person to find lately, how have you been?”

You feel kind of guilty about that. The truth is you’ve been purposely avoiding her for a few weeks now, ever since the day at training when you decided that you needed to try to get over her. You had quickly realized that it was impossible to get over her when you saw her constantly so you’ve been doing your best to fill your days with paperwork and missions so you were at the compound as little as possible and you tried to find ways to stay out of her way even when you were here. Natasha knows what you’re doing and obviously disapproves but she hasn’t confronted you yet and your plan to get over Carol is working. Or so you thought because although you had stopped thinking about her twenty four seven now that she’s back in front of you you can feel your chest get tighter and your heart beat faster.

“I’ve been busy but good.” you tell her simply.

“Cool.” she casually stuffs her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Are you going to Tony’s party tonight?”

“Yeah, I think we all have to, right?”

“Tony did say it was mandatory.” she confirms. “I have to admit I’m a little nervous, I haven’t been to a proper earth party since I got my powers and I’m not sure I know how to behave.”

You can’t imagine Carol being nervous around people since she is so charismatic but you try to comfort her anyways. “It’s Tony’s party, nobody is going to make a bigger fool of themselves but him so you have nothing to worry about.”

She smiles knowing you’re right about Tony making a fool of himself. “I still want to make sure I make a good impression, maybe you could help?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. We could go together and you can teach me how to act and make sure I don’t do anything too stupid.”

“Are you sure I would be good at that? I’m not the best at talking to people.” You don’t know how to have conversations nearly as smoothly as most people and you’re even worse when Carol’s around so you’re not sure why she’d ask you for help.

She frowns slightly. “You’re great at talking to people-”

“Doubtful.”

“-and even if you are awkward we can be awkward together and it could be fun! Please come to Tony’s party with me.”

Your traitorous brain imagines what it would be like if she was asking you to the party as a date instead of as a friend for help. You want to say no because you know that spending time with her dressed up at a party will only complicate your feelings for her but it’s impossible for you to say no to Carol, especially when she looks so hopeful.

“Sure.”

She beams. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s no problem, it could be fun.” you say smiling back. You don’t care that you’ve just made a stupid decision because her smile is infectious and you love it when she’s happy. You forgot just how much you missed her smile during your past few weeks avoiding her.

“Of course it will be! It’s always fun to spend time with you, I’ve missed seeing you around recently.” She says it so casually like it’s no big deal but you can feel the butterflies in your stomach. It’s things like this that make you like Carol so much, how sweet she can be without even trying.

“You too.” you say and immediately cringe at yourself. You hate yourself for getting so awkward whenever you get flustered. Luckily she doesn’t comment on your weirdness, only smiles brightly at you.

“Well I’ll leave you to get ready then, is it okay if I pick you up from your room a few minutes before it starts?”

You nod mutely, not trusting yourself to give a proper answer anymore. The way she says it makes heat rush through your cheeks because her wording makes it sound like she’s picking you up for a date. Which she’s not, you remind yourself.

“I’ll see you in a few hours then Y/n.” she says and then with a wink she’s walking away. You stay rooted to the spot for a second before shaking your head and moving on. You have to keep yourself calm and focused tonight, you can’t let yourself get distracted by how pretty or nice she is because you can’t allow yourself to fall any further for her. As much as you know she might tease you Natasha is definitely good at giving advice about controlling emotions and she is the only one you trust not to blab about it to others so you head to her room.

Natasha isn’t there when you arrive but you let yourself in anyways and make yourself comfortable while you wait for her. You know it annoys her a little to come in to find you already there but annoying her is part of the fun. You’re not really in the mood to wait long since the party is only in a few hours and you need all the time you can get to prepare so luckily it’s only a few minutes before Natasha bursts in.

When she spots you she sighs. “Seriously Y/n.”

“It’s an emergency! I need your help for the party tonight.”

“The party you claimed you were going to ditch as soon as possible because you hate parties?” she asks skeptically and you remember ranting about how stupid Tony’s parties are yesterday.

“Well I changed my mind and now I need you to help.” you say with a small pout. “Please?”

She sighs. “Fine. I’m guessing this has something to do with Carol?”

“Why would this have anything to do with Carol?” you ask, trying to play it cool. She gives you a glance that makes you feel like she can see right through you and you hate how easy it is for her to read what you’re thinking.

“Fine, yes this has something to do with Carol.”

She smirks. “So was she the one who asked you to the party or were you the one who asked her?”

“Tasha, no teasing.” you tell her. “Neither of us asked the other to the party. Well technically she asked me to go with her but in a platonic way.”

Natasha gives you her signature look which is a mixture of affection and annoyance. You’re one of the only people she ever looks at like that and you definitely are the one who she looks at like that most often.

“Y/n,” she starts slowly, like you’re stupid, “she did not ask you to the party in a platonic way. Carol likes you.”

“As a friend.”

Natasha closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to try not to get too annoyed. “I can almost guarantee that’s not the case, tell me what happened.”

“Nothing much.” you say, ignoring her eyeroll. “She said that she hasn’t been to any parties like this and doesn’t know how to act so she wanted to go with me so I can help her.”

“That is the most obvious excuse I have heard in my life.”

“It wasn’t an excuse.”

Natasha can almost feel physical pain from how oblivious you are being. “It was definitely an excuse. You know I love you Y/n but if she wanted help with social situations she would have come to me or Sam or someone else who knows how to talk to people normally.”

“I can talk to people normally.” you mutter, not hurt by her comments because even though you deny them you know it’s true.

“Not the point,” she says, “the point is that Carol is in love with you and you’re too blind to notice.”

“Tasha.”

“Y/n.”

You both stare at each other for a moment before Natasha breaks the silence with yet another sigh. She’s been sighing a lot lately.

“I know I’m not going to be able to convince you but when you’re with her tonight I want you to watch her actions because she’s flirting with you and if you pay attention it is obvious.”

“Fine.” Natasha hasn’t quite given up but she isn’t pushing you on the subject too much so the least you can do is meet her in the middle.

“Good. Now what did you need my help with?”

“Tips on how to act less…” you trail off, unable to find the right words.

“Less like a schoolgirl with her first crush?” she teases and you nod.

“Maybe not the way I would like to put it but yes.”

She smiles mischievously. “You have come to the right person. So first of all…”

You listen as she details ways to stay focused, to not get flustered and to take control over conversations. You know most of her advice is going in one ear and out the other but you like to think that enough of it is sticking so that you won’t make a complete fool out of yourself tonight. She even tries to teach you how to seduce Carol but you quickly move her away from that topic. The only thing you need to do tonight is not get too flustered and trying to seduce someone who sees you as a friend would be a complete disaster.

Eventually time starts to run out and Natasha kicks you out of her room so you both can get dressed and put on some makeup. You’ve thankful now that Natasha forced you to buy a dress specifically for this party because originally you had just planned on grabbing an old one. You hate how you want to make yourself look good just for Carol but when you think about going with her you can’t help but take extra care as you do your hair and apply eyeliner.

---

Natasha waits until you’ve left the room before letting a huge smile take over her face. Just because you can’t see Carol meant it as a date doesn’t mean she is oblivious too and this is the perfect opportunity to finally make something happen. Carol has been flirting with you for ages - another thing she can see that you can’t - but she has never said or done anything bold that couldn’t be passed off as a friendly complement until now.

She wastes almost no time making her way out of her room and into the hall because even if she won’t need to spend as much time getting ready as you (because she doesn’t have a certain someone to impress), she doesn’t want to be rushing around at the last minute.

Carol’s room isn’t far but it’s not close either, giving her the perfect amount of time to go over what she should say in her head. She knows she should start off teasingly. It would make Carol nervous and unsure of what to expect from the conversation which would give her the advantage. In the back of her mind Natasha acknowledges that perhaps gaining the advantage in a conversation was not something normal people do when talking to their friends but she also recognizes that Carol is anything but normal and since she is overpowered in every way, the only way Natasha can have an advantage is through mind games.

She knows she shouldn’t be too hard on Carol though and after a bit of teasing she should provide support and ideas to help. You would never forgive her if she scared Carol away from you and she would never forgive herself (although she is tempted to try to scare her away because anyone who is scared by her is not fit to date you in her books). But that doesn’t mean she can’t have a little fun.

Natasha knocks when she reaches the door and Carol pulls it open almost immediately. When she sees that it’s Natasha she pales a little and Natasha barely conceals a smug smirk.

“Hi Nat,” Carol says a little wary, “not that I don’t love talking to you but why are you here? I don’t think you’ve ever been to my room before.”

“No I haven’t,” Natasha answers while avoiding Carol’s question, “may I come in?”

“Of course, you can stand or sit down wherever.”

She steps to the side and opens the door further for Natasha who wanders in and surveys the room. She doesn’t say anything but Carol fidgets, feeling like she is being judged. After a silence long enough to be awkward for Carol, Natasha finally stops looking around and sits down on the edge of Carol’s bed, looking as though she has been there many times before.

“It’s a little messy.”

“Oh,” Carol stutters and quickly tries to explain herself, “there’s not usually so many clothes on the floor, I was just trying on some different suits and dresses trying to figure out which one to wear tonight.”

Her explanation only backfires when Natasha smiles lightly and raises an eyebrow. “Trying to make a good impression for your date with Y/n tonight?”

“W-what???”

Carol’s expression is comical and Natasha can see her thoughts displayed plainly across her face.

“Is it not a date?” Her voice is the definition of innocence but her smirk makes it obvious she quite enjoys making Carol look as pale as a ghost.

“NO! I mean just- did Y/n say it was a date?”

“No but she’s oblivious to the fact that you want it to be.”

Carol laughs nervously. “What do you mean, no I don’t.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I don’t.”

“Carol…” Natasha warns and Carol sighs, knowing that she’s lost this argument.

“Fine but you can’t say anything to Y/n, please.”

“Too late for that,” Natasha tells her. “But you have nothing to worry about because as I said Y/n is oblivious and didn’t believe me.”

Carol lets out the breath she had been holding in. “Thank god, I know it’s obvious that I have feelings for her but I don’t want her to know because I really am okay with just being friends and I don’t want to ruin it.”

“You won’t ruin anything.” Natasha promises. “But the thing you should know is that you are also very oblivious.”

“What does that mean- no that’s impossible.”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Natasha watches as Carol processes the conversation and takes a few steps back, dropping into a seated position on the bed. She can see the thoughts racing around in her head and the small smile that grows and grows, lighting up her face when she finally seems to make sense of the fact that you have feelings for her too.

“What do I do?”

“Flirt, tell her you’re in love with her, and then ask her on a date.”

“Easier said than done, I meant how do I do it.”

“That’s up to you to figure out.” Natasha says heading for the door. “I believe in you.”

“Thank you.”

Just before Natasha leaves she pauses. “Oh and Carol? You hurt her and nobody will ever find your body.”

On that note she leaves a very confused yet excited Carol in her room as she sauntered down the hall back to hers to get ready, her job done. Now the only thing left to do was hope Carol actually did something about the information.

---

Your fingers tip tap on your thigh as you sit on the edge of your bed, playing with the hem of your dress. The silky fabric slides through your fingers too easily and not having something to hold is making you anxious. You’d tried pacing but walking in heels isn’t very fun and you don’t want to get blisters before the night starts. You know you look good yet you are worried about how Carol will react. What if she doesn’t like the colour green on you and takes one look before deciding she’d rather go alone? It’s stupid you know, even if Carol didn’t like your dress she would be kind about it but you can’t stop the negative thoughts from making their way into your brain.

A knock on your door startles you to your feet and you accidentally step on your toe with your heel and go crashing down. It must have made a big thump because you can hear Carol’s voice through the door.

“Are you okay in there Y/n?”

You stumble to your feet, wincing at the pain in your toe that you hope will go away soon. Smoothing out your dress you walk to the door.

“I’m fine.” you say, swinging the door open. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself, you look gorgeous.” she compliments, her eyes running up and down appreciatively. You mean to compliment her back but the words get stuck because to your surprise (and great happiness) she is wearing a suit. It’s black and textured and somehow makes her look feminine and masculine at the same time.

“Y/n?” she asks and you realize you’ve been staring for nearly a minute. Your cheeks burn.

“You look pretty and handsome.” you tell her. Your voice comes out all squeaky and much to your embarrassment she lets out a small laugh.

“Glad you think so, are you ready to go?” She holds out her arm and you stare at it a moment before you realize she means for you to take it. Awkwardly because you’ve never done this before you hook your arm through hers.

“Thank you.”

She looks over with a light smile. “No problem, I have to be a gentle woman after all.”

You smile back shyly and resist the urge to rub the back of your neck with your free hand like you always do when you’re nervous. You can feel your heart beating fast and even as you walk in silence through the halls to the event room it doesn’t slow down, the feeling of your bare arm against her suit all that you can think about.

“So what should I expect?” she asks when you reach the entrance. There aren’t any people around since everyone but the avengers were using the main entrance instead of the side one.

“What?”

“From Tony’s parties. You’re helping me remember?”

Stupid stupid stupid you remind yourself. You had gotten so caught up in things you had completely forgotten that the whole reason she’s with you is so you can help her at the party. She’s looking at you expectantly so you use Natasha’s advice to push all the thoughts outside of your head so you can focus on answering her.

“Right. So at first the party is kind of slow and there are a lot of boring business people but people quickly let loose and it can be kind of wild. Usually we end the night with just us avengers once everybody else leaves but you don’t need to worry about that part.”

She looks concentrated, like she’s hanging on to your every word and it suddenly occurs to you that you’re still hooked around her arm so you pull away, doing your best to act natural. Her gaze is intense and you’re not used to it being on you for so long so it’s hard not to fidget.

“Where are you going?” she asks after a pause.

“Nowhere.” Your brows furrow, confused by what she means.

“Then why did you let go?”

“Because we’re going into the party now?” Your answer is more of a question because you don’t know what she’s getting at.

“But I thought you agreed to help me make a good impression.”

“So?”

“So how could I make a better impression than walking in with a pretty girl on my arm?”

You try to fight the smile that springs to your face because you don’t want to look like a dork but you can’t help it, she called you pretty. Her words bounce around your mind so that you can barely think and you tell yourself to get your act together. She obviously only said that to convince you to walk in with her and she doesn’t mean it in any way beyond complementing your appearance. Even so, the smile doesn’t leave your face.

“I guess you’re right.”

It’s her turn to smile as you move back and resume your previous position attached to her arm. She wasn’t lying about making a good impression but that is definitely not the only reason she wanted you with her.

“You ready to go in m’lady?”

“Of course, lead the way my brave knight.” you tell her, giggling slightly. She looks over at you with a smile mixed with an expression you can’t quite place before she starts walking, pulling you along with her.

As you had told her it would be the party doesn’t seem like much of a party when you enter. It’s mostly old rich white men in suits talking business and gambling. You aren’t too fond of this part and if the way Carol scrunches her nose up in disgust at a particularly sexist man bragging to a group about how he bangs women half his age she isn’t either.

“Fuck first impressions, I’m going need a drink.” she huffs, not letting go of your arm and dragging you in the direction of the bar.

You let out a laugh. “Already?”

“Yep. Unless you would prefer I punch him and anyone else who says something stupid.”

“A drink it is.”

She grins. “I knew you would agree. What do you want?”

“Oh no, nothing for me yet.”

“Come on, don’t be a party pooper!”

You argue back a little bit but it’s half hearted because you gave in the moment she gave you a pleading face that looked so cute it nearly made your heart stop. When you finally say yes she does a little cheer, finally unhooking herself from your arm so she could wave the bartender over to order. Even though it’s Tony’s party the alcohol still costs money (fundraising for some charity apparently) and Carol insists on paying.

You decide to stick to a simple glass of red wine to start because you don’t drink often and as a result have an embarrassingly low level of alcohol tolerance. You’re already going to make a big enough fool of yourself tonight on your own, no need to add getting drunk to the list. Carol however has no such doubts and orders a couple of shots, downing them one after another.

“Much better.” she sighs when she’s finished.

“Does alcohol even affect you anymore?” you ask. You know that Thor, Valkyrie and Steve aren’t very affected by human alcohol so maybe Carol is the same way.

“Nope but I can pretend.”

You laugh. “I’m sure Valkyrie has a stash of space alcohol somewhere, she was less than pleased when she found out that earth alcohol isn’t strong enough.”

Carols laughs too, remembering her friend storming around the compound raging about fragile humans. “I’ll have to ask her sometime but hanging out with you is fun so there’s no need to get drunk tonight.”

Some business man comes up to the two of you before you can respond. He looks like a bit of an asshole but you couldn’t be more thankful for the interruption because you had no idea what to say. Carol sometimes is so genuinely kind that it throws you off guard and you don’t know how to act because you’ve never had someone act like that before. You fake a smile as she talks to the man but your mind is elsewhere because you realize you don’t mind that much that Carol doesn’t feel the same way about you as you do about her. Of course that would be nice but having her as a friend is more than enough.

---

It’s gotten to the point of the night where people have started to relax a little. All the donation activities like a small auction have finished and people are having real conversations instead of just talking business. Ties are loosened and jackets are coming off as music plays in the background for the few that are dancing.

Much to your surprise Carol still hasn’t left your side. She had a few more shots and convinced you to drink a couple as well but she stayed the entire time, even as different important people came up to talk to her. You’re not quite sure why she thought she needed someone to help her make a good impression because she is great at speaking to people. From politicians to singers and actors everybody seems to love her company and if anything you are making it worse.

You aren’t going to complain though because this is the first time you are genuinely enjoying yourself at one of Tony’s parties. Usually you stand awkwardly in a corner and Natasha comes to check on you every so often but this time Carol makes an effort to include you. She always introduces you to the person who she’s talking to and she sends you smiles or eyerolls during her conversation, depending on how much of an asshole the person she’s talking to is. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like the two of you are sharing a special secret.

“Ugh finally.” she says with her biggest eyeroll yet when the stupid ceo of some company walks away thoroughly rejected. He wasn’t the first guy to try to flirt with her tonight but he was by far the most persistent. She had to reject his advances five times before he finally got the message.

“People flirting is really annoying.” you agree, trying to relate to her. You definitely don’t get hit on by old men as much as she just did but it has happened before and it’s always annoying.

She gets a strange expression on her face. “Well old men flirting is annoying but I don’t mind when pretty girls flirt with me.”

She adds a wink to the end of her sentence but you can tell something is still off about her. Swallowing down the disappointment you feel when you think of Carol flirting with girls you don’t know you nod.

“I wouldn’t mind it if pretty girls flirted with me but that never happens so being flirted with is annoying.” you explain. By pretty girls you mean Carol but you wouldn’t ever tell her that. The smile is suddenly back on her face and any traces of her sudden weird mood is gone.

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” she says, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “I’m sure pretty girls flirt with you often.”

You snort unattractively (she thinks it’s cute). “I wish.”

“Maybe you just don’t notice.”

“I think I would notice Carol.” you tell her.

She seems to find that amusing and takes a second to laugh. “Agree to disagree, how about we get another drink.”

“Definitely.”

Your initial plans to stay mostly sober tonight have been thrown out the window but you don’t really mind. You’re already slightly tipsy and you think that’s part of the reason this party is more fun than normal (the other part of the reason being you’re spending time with Carol). As long as you don’t get completely wasted and blurt out your feelings for her it should be fine. You are pretty good at acting sober while drunk, years of being a Shield agent had taught you that.

The area around the bar is crowded, apparently most people share your sentiment of finding the party more tolerable with alcohol. As you squeeze through the crowd to the counter you feel Carol’s hand rest on your back and gently help push you through the people. You know it’s just so she doesn’t lose you but it makes your stomach all flutterly just the same.

“Two shots each?” she asks and you nod. She immediately gets to work signalling you’re ready to order and luckily enough one of the bartenders notices and comes over right away.

“What can I get for you ladies?” he asks. His tone is respectful enough but there’s something about the way his eyes wander over your body that immediately makes you uncomfortable.

Carol also seems to notice because her voice has a hint of a warning to it. “Four shots of the Ironman special.”

He gives her a glare, recognizing her protectiveness over you but pours your shots and hands them over the counter. Carol immediately downs both of them while you take a little extra time.

“Thank you.” she says as she hands over the money. Her words are forced and she doesn’t sound very thankful. They have a mini glaring contest which is broken when somebody else further down the bar calls for his help. Carol smirks at him triumphantly and wraps her arm around your shoulders as he goes over to do his job and she ushers you out of the bar area.

“You didn’t have to do that.” you tell her once you’re sure he won’t be able to hear.

“Yes I did, I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You smile. “Well thank you.”

“Of course, anytime.”

You sigh dramatically and give a little giggle. “My knight in shining armour.”

“Not your prince charming?”

“Not yet.” you tell her, giving her a wink. You’re not sure where that came from, winks are her thing, but your mind is practically screaming danger at you.

“And what would I have to do to become your prince charming?”

Your mind goes blank. “Um - well, just - I don’t know. Chivalrous?”

“I will be the most chivalrous person ever.” she promises. You had started the conversation as a joke but this doesn’t feel like much of a joke anymore.

“Did I just hear chivalrous? Because I’m the most chivalrous person ever.” Tony interrupts your conversation out of nowhere. Normally his interruptions can be annoying but he just saved you from making a huge embarrassment of yourself so you mentally thank him.

“Would Pepper agree?” you ask with a laugh. You know for a fact Pepper wouldn’t. She loves Tony and he loves her, that much is very clear but just last week she came to you to rant about how he missed their date because he lost track of time in his lab.

Tony pretends to think for a moment. “Maybe not. But let me prove it to you ladies with a dance?”

You’re about to agree to his offer but Carol beats you to it. “Not a chance in hell Stark.”

She’s glaring at him like he murdered a kitten right in front of her. You know they aren’t the biggest fans of each other but you’ve never seen her so openly hostile before so you frown. Tony seems less upset about her rude behaviour then you are and just laughs.

“How about you Y/n?”

Once again Carol speaks before you can even open your mouth. “She already promised me a dance.”

“Sorry Tony.” you apologize. You don’t know why Carol would lie but she’s already dragging you to the dancefloor by your hand so there’s not much you can do about it. You just wish your hand wasn’t so sweaty.

When you reach the dance floor she guides your hands to rest on her shoulders and her hands find your waist. Her expression is stiff but no longer mad and she’s looking straight into your eyes so you look away.

“What was that?” you ask, desperate to find anything to talk about other than how pretty you find her face up close.

“What?”

“With Tony.”

“He’s an asshole.”

That makes you laugh a little. “Well we all know that but usually you get along.”

“Can we just drop it?” she asks softly and something in the tone of her voice makes you nod your head in agreement immediately. “Thank you.”

Without the distraction of talking it becomes even harder to focus on anything but her. Her strong hands on your waist, not too tight but definitely not soft either. Her eyes stare right into yours and even when you turn your head to the side to avoid looking you can still feel her gaze on you.

It’s somehow too much and not enough all at once. You want to run away from your feelings and never look back but you also want to explore them, to lean in closer and see what she does. Maybe if you stepped closer you can dance pressed up against her and place kisses to her jaw… You scold yourself as soon as you finish your thought. It was one thing to fantasise about being with Carol and another to do so when she’s just in front of you and it’s easy to slip up.

“What are you thinking about?” Carol asks suddenly. You’re grateful for conversation but not that particular question because you can’t very well tell her that you were thinking about kissing her.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

You ignore her. “What are you thinking about?”

“How pretty you are and how lucky I am to get to spend time with you.”

Your face gets warm and your eyes dart everywhere but her face, trying to find something to help you concentrate on anything but the excited buzz in your head.

Carol giggles. “You aren’t very good at taking compliments are you?”

“I can take compliments just fine, thank you very much.” you protest. It isn’t even a full lie, just a half truth. Most of the time yes you appreciate compliments but they don’t affect you much but when it’s Carol complimenting you it’s different.

“No you can’t but it’s fine because you look cute when you get flustered.”

You don’t know what to say back and your brain is not helpful because it keeps repeating her words over and over and squealing. You try not to appear too flustered again but from Carol’s smile you can gather that didn’t go too well.

“Thank you.” you say and immediately curse yourself. Thank you sounds so stupid and so meaningless, like you’re talking to someone who’s opinion doesn’t matter. But Carol’s opinion does matter, perhaps more than anyone’s and you want to at least show you appreciate her.

Before you can get too deep into self loathing thoughts and overthinking you feel a hand on your back.

“Can I steal Y/n away from you for a minute?” Natasha asks Carol.

If you didn’t know better you would say Carol looked disappointed as she nodded. “Of course, I’ll catch you later Y/n.”

You don’t know whether to be mad at Natasha for pulling you away from Carol or thankful she did before you made an even bigger embarrassment of yourself. Either way to Natasha’s credit she makes sure Carol is off the dance floor and way out of earshot before she speaks.

“You guys looked very close.”

“So?”

Natasha feigns innocence. “Nothing, you both just seemed like you were enjoying each other’s company.”

“Yes, spending time with her is fun.” you say, deciding if Natasha was going to play games then so were you.

“I’m sure it is, have you kissed yet?”

Even though you know Carol couldn’t possibly have heard her, your eyes widen and you shhh her. “Keep your voice down.”

“Is that a no?”

“Of course it’s a no, how many times do I have to tell you she doesn’t feel that way about me?”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “And how many times do I have to tell you you’re wrong? She’s so in love with you it’s ridiculous.”

“Tasha.”

“Y/n.”

You raise your eyebrow and give Natasha a stern look and she copies you.

“What’s it going to take for you to believe me?”

“Unless Carol tells me herself there’s no way I can ever believe it.”

Natasha sighs. “Fine, be stubborn. At least tell me about how your night has gone so far?”

You can tell she regrets asking the moment you open your mouth with a dreamy look on your face and start to gush about how Carol was so sweet and handsome and gorgeous and complimented you. But like a true best friend she listens as you get all the feelings out for Carol that have been building up over the evening and she even refrains from making too many comments.

“And she’s just so amazing that I can’t help but get flustered but I still love her.” you finish finally, wrapping up your mini speech that focused on why you think Carol is the best.

“You’re in love with her?”

You freeze at Natasha’s question. You didn’t even realize that was what you had said or that you even were in love with her but reflecting on that you know your little slip is true. As much as you don’t want to be in love with her you are and it only seems to get worse every time you see her.

“Hey,” Natasha’s voice is soft and understanding, “it’s okay if you are.”

“I didn’t realize how deep my feelings are and it scares me.” you share.

“I know.”

“What do I do?”

“Well you could try to get over her but I think you should make sure she doesn’t actually have feelings for you first because I know you think I’m teasing you or making stuff up but I do think she loves you back.”

“She doesn’t.”

“Please just keep that in mind, even if you don’t believe it, give it a chance.”

“Fine.” you tell her, without any intent of taking anything she said to heart. Sometimes you think Natasha wants you to be happy so badly that she creates her own ideas of what other people are feeling to give you hope.

She smiles. “Good. Now do you want to join the rest of them?”

You follow her gaze to where Thor, Tony, Carol and a couple of the other avengers are sitting together at a grouping of chairs. You swear you see Carol’s head move but it happens so fast that you brush it off as a figment of your imagination.

“Yeah.”

---

You can’t remember the joke but you laugh along with the rest of the group anyways. A few drinks in and nothing seems too serious anymore. The party has loosened up considerably with most of the super rich business people gone. There are still a few people milling around but there is no pressure for small talk and most of the Avengers have grouped together on the couches to have fun.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) Carol isn’t sitting near you but rather diagonally across. Maybe alcohol makes you brave or maybe it makes you stupid but right now you want to be beside her. Normally you wouldn’t mind since Natasha is beside you but she’s a boring person to drink with because she never even gets tipsy, much less drunk. She blames it on her Russian genes but you know the real reason is because she trained herself to have a very high tolerance and act normal even while drunk.

Tony is sharing some story of Bruce in the labs making a fool of himself. It’s one he’s told many times before but since most people are drunk or at least tipsy it still hits the mark and there is laughter all around. Carol has a nice laugh you notice and you’re surprised you haven’t noticed it before. It isn’t as soft as some people’s but it’s full and warm and comforting.

“Carol has a warm laugh.” you share, leaning over to whisper your discovery in Natasha’s ear.

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.”

Natasha smiles fondly at your words and plays along. She isn’t quite sure what you meant by warm laugh but if your smile is anything to go by it must mean something good.

More stories and jokes get shared and someone (probably Tony) brings another two rounds of drinks to the table so gradually everybody starts making less sense as the night goes on. It’s hard to follow the conversation especially when there are three going on at the same time and you can feel yourself drift away and start to get sleepy. Your eyelids droop as you lean your head on Natasha’s shoulder for support.

“Y/n?” she asks.

“I’m tryin’ sleep.”

“I need to pee so I’m getting up now.”

“No.”

“Don’t worry.”

You pout when you feel her start to move and sit up properly again. Your head feels heavy and foggy and your neck feels weak. You’re about to tell her to hurry but before you can you see Carol move and plop down beside you.

“Hi.” you greet her with a giggle for absolutely no reason.

“Hi,” she replies, “Natasha said you needed a shoulder to sleep on?”

You consider her offer for a moment before deciding fuck it. Maybe you wouldn’t usually agree but you’re too tired and drunk to think right now and who cares if it’s Carol’s shoulder, it’s not like you will do anything too stupid.

“You’re my favourite.” you tell her seriously, flopping over so your head is on her shoulder and you’re leaning up against her.

She chuckles slightly. “You’re my favourite too.”

You bury your face into the crook of her neck happily and inhale.

“You smell nice.”

“Thank you.”

“And you’re soft and warm.”

Her chuckle is back. “Glad I can be of service.”

You smile into her neck, suddenly even more sleepy than you were before. One of her arms moves and wraps around your shoulder. You feel small butterflies in your stomach at her touch but a strong feeling of safeness overwhelms it. Something about Carol relaxes you and makes you want to never let go. You suppose that should scare you but right now, as you breathe deeply and press your nose into her neck, you are just too tired to care.

The next thing you know you are being shaken lightly and your pillow is moving. You think for a second, confused about where you are, before you remember falling asleep on Carol’s shoulder in the middle of the party. Groggily you sit up and look around. Your head hurts and your eyes are blurry but you can see that there is almost nobody besides the Avengers left. Carol is still sitting beside you and stretching. Your cheeks heat up as you feel bad about falling asleep on her and making her sit in an uncomfortable position.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. How long was I out for?”

“About an hour.” she replies. “And don’t apologize, I didn’t mind. I just woke you up since everybody is getting ready to leave and I thought your bed and pillow is more comfortable than this couch and my shoulder.”

“Right.” you say with a light laugh. Privately you disagree because while your bed might be comfier than the couch, her shoulder is better than any pillow you’ve ever had. “Thank you.”

“As I said, it was no problem.”

“No silly, thank you for the whole night.”

She shakes her head. “I should be the one thanking you Y/n, I had an amazing time.”

“Me too.” you say, sad that the night is over. Almost as if she can read your thoughts she speaks.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Go where?”

She laughs. “Now who’s being silly. I’m walking you back to your room.”

“You don’t have to.” you tell her but you feel all nice and fuzzy about the thought so you really hope she doesn’t change her mind.

“Y/n,” she seems exasperated, “you’re tired and still a little drunk, of course I have to.”

“I’m not drunk.” you protest but your headache and fuzzy brain disagree with you. You don’t want Carol to walk you to your room out of obligation, you want her to want to.

“Yes you are, don’t deny it. Besides I like spending time with you and if I walk you to your room it’s an excuse to spend more time with you so please let me?”

You brighten up considerably after her words and smile. “Okay maybe I am drunk.”

“That’s what I thought.” she says while standing up. “Let’s go.”

You stare at her offered hand for a second before grabbing it and using it to pull yourself up. You’re grateful for the added support because you’re more unsteady on your feet than you anticipated and the floor seems to sway for a second before your vision returns to normal.

“Let’s go.” you repeat in confirmation once you’re sure you’ll be able to walk without falling down.

Carol gives some sort of goodbye to the people remaining but you aren’t quite sure who’s left and honestly you can’t be bothered so you don’t say anything, instead allowing her to lead you out of the room. The first few steps are hard and your legs wobble but it gets easier and as you’re entering the hallway you don’t even need her hand anymore (although you don’t tell her that because you like the feeling of holding it).

Time seems to pass strangely. While you’re walking it feels like forever to get to your room. By the end your feet are dragging, your head hurts more and you feel exhausted but at the same time it feels like no time passed and you teleported because you honestly cannot remember walking.

You feel your sleepiness returning as she pushes the door open and ushers you instead so you let go of her hand and take a few steps to your bed before collapsing onto it face first.

“You’re not going to take off your makeup or dress?” she asks, amused.

You give a grumble into your pillow that she can’t decipher but seeing as you don’t move an inch she assumes you mean no.

She sighs. “At least take off your heels.”

“I don’t wanna.” you tell her. Your head is turned sideways so this time she can actually understand what you’re saying and she laughs at the sleepy and whiny tone in your voice.

“You’ll regret it in the morning.” she warns.

“I don’t care.”

She sighs again. “Well then I’m going to help with your heels because I don’t want your feet to be sore, okay?”

“Fine.”

You hear her steps and some rustling before you feel her soft hands on her feet which makes you giggle.

“That tickles.”

“Sorry.”

“S’okay.”

She slowly removes your heels one by one, drawing out a few more giggles and a groan when your feet are finally free. You didn’t realize your feet hurt in the heels until they were off and you could feel the air on your toes that were no longer tightly constrained.

It feels oddly nice, you muse. Not in a foot fetish way but more in the way that you like it when Carol does stuff to show she cares for you. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy, like you are someone important in your life. You definitely can’t voice that outloud but you can show your appreciation so you murmur a quiet thank you. You’re not sure if she hears it at first because there is a small pause before she speaks.

“Do you need anything else?”

Your first thought and probably more rational one is to say no. Carol has already let you sleep on your shoulder, walked you back to your room and took your heels off for you, asking for more would be selfish. But maybe you are selfish because the irrational side of your brain is loud, way louder than the thoughts telling you to say no.

Maybe your idea is stupid, maybe it’s brave. Either way there is almost a one hundred percent possibility that you will regret it in the morning. But right now the morning doesn’t really matter and you are too tired and too uninhibited by alcohol to resist.

“Maybe.”

She laughs. “It seems like a yes or no question, what does maybe mean?”

“You might not want to.”

“There are very few things I wouldn’t do to help you Y/n.” she says. You’re nervous but her tone is soft and her words genuine so it gives you the last boost of courage you have to ask.

“Please stay.”

She laughs awkwardly. “What?”

“Nevermind.” you tell her quickly. You chant stupid at yourself in your head, reminding yourself why you shouldn’t ever open your mouth without thinking things through again.

“Not nevermind, did you mean stay here with you?” she asks.

“Forget it, it’s stupid.”

You feel a hand rest on your back which takes you by surprise but you don’t jump because it’s warm and comforting.

“It’s not stupid, I just want to make sure you’re sure, should I lie down or something... ?”

“I’m sure and whatever you want.” you tell her. You’re not sure if your racing heart is because of panicking a few seconds ago or because Carol is going to lie down beside you in your bed but either way it needs to stop.

“Okay.” she says. You can’t see her from your position so you’re not sure what she’s decided to do but you’re too afraid to ask. You feel the blanket being pulled from the foot of the bed and slipping out from beneath you before it’s placed gently over your body. You hum at the feeling of warmth as you feel the bed start to shift beside you.

Carol settles herself into position as you listen to the sounds of the sheets moving. She’s not touching you but she might as well be, you can feel her body heat radiating off her and although you still can’t see you can sense that her arm is so close to yours that you might accidentally touch it if you try to move.

“Goodnight.” you tell her when you’re sure she’s made herself comfortable. You can feel yourself on the brink of sleep and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if you woke up only to find you dreamed this part because you can’t believe how amazing she is to you.

“Goodnight Y/n, get some sleep okay?”

You hum to show her you understand, too tired and overwhelmed to provide a real response. If anyone had ever asked you before you would have said you would be way too nervous to ever fall asleep in Carol’s presence. But obviously you judged yourself wrong because you fell asleep on her earlier and now it’s only a few seconds before your mind goes completely blank, you close your eyes and you drift away.

---

Carol waits until she can hear your breathing grow slow and deep and then waits a few more minutes to make sure you’re asleep. She supposes it should have been awkward, lying beside you while you tried to fall asleep, but somehow it felt right. It’s not necessarily the way she was planning to end the night but it was nice nonetheless.

She doesn’t want to get out of the bed and she almost doesn’t before she forces herself out. It’s one thing to go along with your wishes and stay while you fall asleep and it’s another to purposely forget and fall asleep next to you. The latter is just creepy and while she’s sure you wouldn’t mind she wants to make sure she’s doing things right.

“Hi.” The quiet voice to her side as she steps out in the hall makes her jump.

“Fucking hell Natasha,” she mutters, letting out a breath, “what are you doing?”

“Waiting for you.” she responds simply. “So?”

“So what?”

“So what happened?”

Carol sighs. “Nothing happened Natasha.”

Natasha gives Carol a quick look that shows great disappointment. “You had the whole evening and night with Y/n and did nothing about it?”

“I flirted with her.” Carol protests weakly.

Natasha shakes her head. “As you’ve been doing for months. Y/n cannot recognize flirting, we’ve already established that, which is why you were supposed to do something tonight!”

“There was never a right time.”

“Then why were you just in her room for half an hour? You were doing nothing?”

“She asked me to stay while she fell asleep.” Carol explains with a fond smile that turns into a frown when she sees Natasha’s frown. “What?”

“That’s not good.”

“Why?”

“Because Y/n will wake up alone and think she messed things up by bothering you.” Natasha tells her.

Carol’s frown deepens. “But she wasn’t, I like helping her and spending time with her.”

“I’m kind of regretting helping you because you obviously know nothing about Y/n.” Natasha snaps at Carol before her voice softens. “Sorry, but you should know that Y/n can be extremely dense and insecure.”

“She shouldn’t be, she’s amazing.”

Natasha smiles at the dreamy tone in Carol’s voice. Despite her harsh words she knows Carol does know you and would be amazing for you. It’s just sometimes hard for her to see why you might not think you’re perfect because she does.

“I know but she will.”

“What do I do then?” Carol asks. She doesn’t want an action she originally thought would be helpful to end up hurting you.

“Well,” Natasha says slowly, “you start by bringing her water and pain meds in the morning and repeat that it was no problem until she believes you. And then you have to actually show some guts and ask her out like you were supposed to do already.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Natasha asks in confirmation because Carol’s voice wavered a little, unsure.

“Okay.” she says before pausing. “But are you - are you sure she’ll say yes?”

Natasha fights the urge to roll her eyes. “Of course she’ll say yes, I wouldn’t be helping you ask her out if she didn’t want to be with you.”

“Even though I know her answer I’m still nervous.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Carol,” Natasha exclaims although not in an angry way, “would you rather be a little nervous asking her out when you already know what her answer is going to be or would you rather be a coward and not ask her out and watch as somebody else inevitably comes along and sweeps her off her feet.”

Carol gulps. “I would much rather the first option.”

“Good,” Natasha says before loosening up a little, “although I don’t understand why asking her out is so hard but flirting isn’t.”

“Shut up, that’s different because she never notices but she gets all shy and cute.”

“Imagine if everyone could see how soft you are around her,” Natasha teases, “oh wait, they already did when you let her sleep on your shoulder.”

“That was your idea!” Carol says loudly in mock betrayal. “You were the one who faked needing to pee and motioned for me to come over. If anyone is soft it’s you. You’re always looking out for Y/n.”

“Only for her because she is my best friend and she’d be lost without me.” Natasha says. “Which is why although I approve of you asking her out if you do absolutely anything to fuck it up or hurt her there will be consequences you don’t like.”

Carol tries not to shiver at Natasha’s warning and cold tone because although she has powers and Natasha does not she has no doubt that Natasha would make good on her threat if she hurt you because she is protective like that. Carol’s shiver must not have been as subtle as she hoped because Natasha smirks widely, proud of the fear she sees behind Carol’s eyes.

“Any last second doubts?” she asks. Her tone is light to someone who doesn’t know her well but Carol can sense the danger behind it and knows it’s a test.

“Of course not, I’m not going to mess anything up on purpose.”

“On purpose?”

“At all,” Carol quickly corrects, “I’m not going to mess anything up at all.”

“Good.” Natasha says and her tone is back to normal and friendly which helps Carol relax, but only slightly. “I’ll let you get to bed now, but remember to go see Y/n in the morning and don’t chicken out.”

Carol scoffs like it’s something she’d never do even though she already has several times. “I won’t, goodnight Natasha.”

“Goodnight Carol.”

---

Pain is the first and only thing you register when you wake up. Your head feels like splitting apart and your stomach is turning unpleasantly. You don’t get drunk often so the day after you are always surprised with the consequences and vow to never drink again. You don’t understand how some people manage to party every week and not feel like they’re dying.

You want to lie in bed for the rest of the day and hopefully fall asleep so you don’t have to deal with the pounding in your head but unfortunately your stomach has different plans and after it churns even more unpleasantly than before you have to make amends with the fact you are definitely going to have to get up.

Groaning, you roll out of bed, which only seems to make both your stomach and your head worse, and practically sprint to the bathroom. You make it just in time to flip the lid of the toilet quickly up and lean over the bowl before the contents of your stomach comes spewing up. It burns your mouth and the taste is awful but there’s also a bit of relief when after a couple of heaves your stomach slowly starts to feel normal again.

Even though you’re almost certain you won’t throw up again, you stay on the ground hugging the bowl, partly because you want to be careful but mostly because you’re too tired and too lazy to force yourself up. Plus an upside is the floor of the bathroom is cool which feels nice and it gives you time to think and try to remember exactly what happened last night.

The not remembering is perhaps the worst part of getting drunk. A lot of people would disagree, and for a lot of people it’s one of the best parts but you hate the fact that except for a few hazy memories of talking and dancing with Carol you can’t remember any details of what happened or the end of the night. You make a mental note to ask Natasha what happened, just to confirm you didn’t do anything too embarrassing.

You’ll talk to her later though, because right now you’re seriously contemplating having a nap on the bathroom floor instead of having to get back in your bed. Ten meters seems a little too far right now and getting up would be a challenge itself. The universe however seems to have other plans for you because just as you press the side of your forehead to the cool plastic of the toilet and allow your eyes to flutter shut a loud knock at your door interrupts your silence.

“Y/n?” you hear Carol’s voice call out from beyond the door. “Are you awake?”

You stand up quickly, ignoring the way your brain swirls at the sudden movement. Carol arriving is the last thing you expected or wanted. You just assumed when you heard the knock it was Natasha and you don’t mind if Natasha sees you hungover because you know she’s not going to judge you. The logical part of your brain knows that Carol is a nice person and she won’t judge you either but you still feel like you have to impress her for her to like you and right now you look like shit.

As you make your way to the door to let her in you frantically try to make sure your hair isn’t sticking up weirdly and you make an attempt to brush the goop out of your eyes. It’s by no means perfect and you probably look just as awful as before but it makes you feel a little more prepared by the time you swing the door open.

“Hey Y/n,” Carol says, looking you up and down and giving a slight laugh, “rough night?”

You laugh along awkwardly. “How could you tell?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know.” she says, playing dumb with you. “Maybe because you were really drunk last night or maybe because you look like shit.”

“Thank you.” you say sarcastically. Your response has a little more bite to it than intended because while you know she was just joking around and that you do look horrible it still hurts to hear her say that, no matter the context. Somehow Carol seems to sense the slight change in your mood and quickly corrects herself.

“You look like cute shit though, may I come in?”

You nod along dumbly as she steps into the room, feelings your cheeks heat up at her sort of compliment. You wait a few seconds for her to explain something, explain why she’s here but she doesn’t. Instead she just wanders in a circle taking in the pictures on your walls and your stuffed animal in the corner.

“Your room is nice,” she comments, “it suits you.”

Your brain tries to say thank you but your mouth blurts out the first thing you think of. “Why are you here?”

Your cheeks burn as soon as the words leave your mouth but you can’t take them back and luckily Carol doesn’t seem to take your question as rude.

“Well I assumed you might have a headache and could use some pain meds or water this morning,” she says, “that’s my official reason anyway.”

“Official reason?”

“Yeah it’s my excuse to talk to you.”

You feel your stomach flutter at the thought of her making excuses to talk to you and you forcefully remind yourself she doesn’t mean anything by it and not to gain hope.

“Why?”

She laughs as though the ‘why’ is obvious even though it is most definitely not. You notice however that her laugh seems slightly forced and when you pay even more attention you notice that her body is tense, like she’s nervous about something.

“Carol?” you ask again when she doesn’t answer.

“Do you remember last night?” she asks in replacement of an answer and you feel your blood run cold as your brain struggles to remember the end of the night and goes through every embarrassing thing you could have possibly done.

“Oh god did I do anything embarrassing? Do I even want to know?”

“No, no.” she’s quick to reassure you. “You didn’t do anything like that, just something you said got me thinking.”

“Okay…” you say slowly, still trying to think of what it could be, “what did I say?”

Carol fidgets with her hands and takes a deep breath like she is nervous about telling you. Her nerves are making you nervous because Carol is always so sure of herself that it’s weird to see her like this. You know she already told you it was nothing bad but you’re starting to doubt her because there's a not so small possibility she was only saying that to make you feel better. Finally (after what feels like forever but in reality was less than a minute of tense silence) she speaks up.

“After I walked you back to your room, you were really tired and wanted to lay down. You didn’t even take your heels.” She pauses to take a breath before continuing. “I knew they would hurt your feet so I took them off and then I decided to tuck you in but before I left you…”

“Yes?” you ask when she trails off. You’re really starting to get nervous now but you try not to show it.

“You asked me to stay with you while you slept.” she finishes to your absolute horror.

“I am so sorry Carol, I didn’t mean to-”

She cuts you off before you can continue your sentence. “Mean to what? Mean to make me uncomfortable? Because I’m not telling you because I was uncomfortable.”

“Then why?”

“Because the opposite.” she explains. “Because even just laying beside you while you fell asleep felt comforting and natural. It took all my willpower to get up and not fall asleep beside you because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You wouldn’t have.” you tell her. You’re still nervous but for a different reason now. It’s a hopeful type of nervousness and you can’t quite squash it down.

“Natasha tried to tell me that too.” Carol says and you can’t deny you feel a little bit betrayed. It was not Natasha’s right to tell Carol anything about what you feel for her.

“She what?”

“Don’t be mad at her, she was only trying to help.” Carol explains on Natasha’s behalf, sensing your anger. “And god I hope she’s right.”

“Right about what?”

“About this.”

It’s like a movie, the way Carol moves towards you. You see it happen in slow motion yet you’re still completely unprepared by the time she reaches you. One hand wraps around the back of your head and pulls you in until your lips reach hers. The first touch of your lips feels different, better, than any first kiss you’ve had before but just as you’re starting to relax into it you pull back suddenly, hyper aware of how awful it must taste for her since you haven’t brushed your teeth since throwing up.

“Oh god that was awful.” you groan, hoping you haven’t scared her off.

“Shit I’m so sorry Y/n, I wouldn’t have done it if you thought you wouldn’t-”

You laugh, cutting her off effectively. “No, not for me, it must have been awful for you. I literally taste like barf.”

She smiles, relieved you didn’t pull away because you hated it. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Carol.”

“Okay fine it did taste bad but it was worth it to kiss you.” she admits.

“Weirdo.”

She shrugs. “If it means I get to kiss you then I’ll gladly be a weirdo.”

“If you’re trying to flirt you’re not doing too well.” you tease her.

“Excuse me, I don’t think you have the right to talk miss ‘I can’t notice flirting if it punches me in the face’.”

You scoff. “I’m not that oblivious.”

Carol smiles fondly. “Mmmhmm. So you know I’ve been wanting to ask you out for months then?”

Your gasp loudly. “I can’t believe Natasha was right!”

“I can’t believe I just admitted I wanted to ask you out and that’s what you focus on.” Carol replies.

“I can’t believe that either.” you agree with her. “I’m kinda freaking out right now.”

“In a good way?”

“Definitely in a good way.” you confirm.

“So you wouldn’t be opposed to going on a date soon?” Carol asks and you shake your head furiously, ignoring the fact you still have a bit of a headache. “What about brunch today?”

“Oh wow, I didn’t think you meant that soon.” you say laughing. “But I’d love to, I just need a chance to get ready first.”

“Of course,” she says, “I’ll leave you to get ready and maybe come back in half an hour? I’m sorry if that’s not enough time but I’ve waited so long to go on a date with you I don’t think it’s physically possible to wait anymore than that.”

You don’t think you can contain the smile that spreads across your face if you tried. “Half an hour is perfect, I’ll see you then.”

“Great! I’ll see you then!”

She smiles back and awkwardly, lingers in the doorway for a second before giving you another smile and leaving. You wait until you see her walk quite a ways down the hall before closing your door and letting out a high pitched squeal. And if anyone ever asks you will deny it but you may have done a small dance party in celebration before grabbing your phone to text Natasha.

Y/n: I hate you

Natasha: I take it your talk with Carol went well?

Y/n: We have a brunch date

Natasha: Someone’s eager

Is now the time to say I told you so?

Y/n: I still hate you

Natasha: Hate me all you want but you wouldn’t have a date without me

Have fun <3

Y/n: Ty

I definitely will

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elias-code · 3 years

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Prisoner 0.5 - Part I

a classic c!Technoblade x gn!reader

c!Techno/reader/c!awesam/c!Dream

Link to part 2 (NSFW, 18+)

Warnings: Significant blood, death, gore

Summary: You're here to break Techno out, but aren't super bothered bringing Dream along if Techno insisted. You and Sam fight, he's desperate to lock you in there with them but you're more desperate to get Techno out. SFW, lots of gore though! It's fluff, Dream mainly being confused and there because he has to be (lmao nothing against you big-man)

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A growl rose in your throat, “Technoblade,” is the snarl that rang in the hall.

Your hands and arms were covered in nicks, cuts, and blood. The blood was not all your own.

“Ah, he’s why you’re here. I’ll tell you once again,” He panted, “Pandora’s Vault will not be having visitors,” Sam sneered at you, clutching his side where your blade had just met flesh.

Instead of slowing, you doubled down on your onslaught, intent on taking at least one of the Warden’s canon lives whether he let you into the prison or not. He’d let you come in, through the portals, before shutting them behind you and trying to pull one over on you. As soon as you’d come through the portal, you could see his sweat on his brow, holding eye contact as he had you read aloud and sign the contracts.

You knew he wasn’t going to make this easy. He’s the man holding the two strongest people in a cell together right now. He’s the one who locked your lover away.

“Look, I gave Phil my Will because I know you’re going to come looking for me,” Technoblade explained.

You furrowed your brow, fully knowing he was right. It didn’t ease the void forming in your stomach, already aching from his departure. “Why would I need to come looking?” He’s going to die.

“Because you worry too much,”

“Do not.” You retort. The banter was much needed. As soon as his party was over and the rest of the Syndicate took their leave, he’d told you all about his encounter with Quackity on the mountain. Both of you knew it was fishy, so you begged him not to go. If Quackity was telling the truth, he explained, and I abandoned Dream-

Secretly, you’d been worrying, planning this out. You made sure not to tell Phil, Niki, or Ranboo about it, to keep the worry to yourself. They were part of the plan to get him free in case of an emergency, but they didn’t need to know about it until he needed help.

As your sword met his, easily blocking a weak blow from the creeper, and you leaned into his face, “I’m not here for Dream, I’m here for Techno. Let me go and I’ll leave your other two canon lives intact.”

He grit his teeth and pushed you away, blood trails leading from his mouth down his neck. “As if I’d let you do that! I put him in here for a reason, and I intend to do the same to you.”

The fight worsened, you almost felt bad for the warden, but you had something he did not: Love. You fought because you needed him back. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t there for Dream. If Dream came with, you wouldn’t have an issue, but as far as you were concerned he deserved to be in there.

Sam, on the other hand, deserved a worse punishment. He claimed to be untainted, a strict rule follower, but he and Quackity went behind everyone’s backs to lock Techno, your boyfriend, in prison. He was a hypocrite. Not to mention, he let Ghostbur die, who you were quite fond of, and he let Tommy die and then be revived by Dream. It left the poor boy scarred, and no matter how annoying you found him, you weren’t gun-ho on the traumatizing children part of the deal.

As you parried his hits, less than flawlessly, but well enough, you pondered this. The voices in your head, as well as Techno’s were frantic. Sam set the alarm, so Techno must have known you were there for him. They screamed, SLIT HIS THROAT, RIP SAM, LET HIM KNOW WHO HE’S MESSING WITH, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD.

Sam stumbled backwards from a particularly harsh blow, slamming into the lectern he kept the guest list on. You took your shot, aiming for the heart, you plunged your sword into his chest and through the pages behind.

“See you on the other side, Sam,” You said, almost cheerfully. He slipped from the lectern when you pulled your blade out. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be back shortly with Ant and probably some others, so you quickened your pace.

You learned from Tommy how the warden got through all of the contraptions. He’d nervously watched Sam go through those multiple times. Even though his knowledge was spotty, you were managing.

Door after door, you could hear your heart beat harder. “I’m almost there, Tech, hold on…”

Technoblade, staring through the lava, was thrilled to read Sam’s death message in the chat, but less thrilled that it was your sword that ended his life. It confirmed that you were here for him, and he never wanted to see you hurt. As much as he made fun of you for it, he was worried.

Techno’s eyes met yours as the lava receded, gazes piercing, almost as if you were trying to burn a hole in his soul. They stung with tears and felt close to melting due to the sudden lava proximity. You didn’t think about it. You had more important fish to fry.

Once you got to the other side, you ran to him, the Netherite blocks descending into the floor. Dream was cowering in the corner, thinking you were either here to come kill him or Techno. Instead, you flew into Techno’s arms, being crushed into a hug by a man who you’d just seen a couple of days prior, although it felt like an eternity.

Dream was confused, to say the least. His inventory was full of scribbles about the prison, its layout, everything Sam did, and whatever he could think of. He was taking in the sight, someone he’d never met being kissed by the only man he’d ever met that’d be able to rival him. Techno was not one to share his love story with other people, and so he failed to mention your name to Dream.

“Wh- what the fuck?” He sputtered.

“Can you get the netherite? Those are netherite blocks!” Techno pointed, you feigned interest as you swiftly mined them. You didn’t have the time but you didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Dream, nice to meet you. I’m here to get you two out. I’m Techno’s partner.”

“I didn’t know he had-“

“Do we have to bring him?” You gestured to Dream, “No offense, Mr. Dream but you seem like an asshole.” Techno chuckled.

“Dream, you ready to call in that favor?”

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jackie5656 · 3 years

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Truth or Dare

With; Stiles Stilinski

IMPORTANT A/N:I’m officially down bad folks. But I wanted to say there’s a song I need you to play during a specific part of this story. It really only lasts a minute, and you’ll know when to play it. ALSO do not skip over this fic just because the song is by 1D I promise it’s fitting and not fangirl cringe. But this is tumblr an app practically made for that...@ me. Anyways I appreciate all the recent love on my work, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Teen drinking

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“Y/n”

“Mmm.”

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Of course Isaac, shit-eating smirk and all would be stirring the pot. Knowing damn well you’ve made eyes at Stiles for as long as he’d known you. You stare him down with a knowing smile, taking a slow sip of your drink before answering.

“Yeah”

Stiles raises his brows in surprise at your nonchalant response. If you did have a crush, wouldn’t you have told him? All he did was rant about Lydia to you. Though, he hadn’t talked about her in a while. Seeing as his feelings for her had seemingly fizzled away earlier this year. It was odd, one day he was madly in love with the girl and the next he wasn’t. Either way, he’s surprised at the twinge of anger he feels at your words. Jealousy

The realization scares him, what was he jealous for?

“Interesting y/n/n, who’s grabbed your attention?” Isaac presses, the two of you not breaking contact as you take another challenging gulp of your drinks. A couple of the pack members exchange worried glances. The two of you always have a habit of teasingly pushing each other’s buttons, but issac seems to be pressing a little too much. As if he knows something the others don’t.

The twinging heat in Stile’s stomach ignited, burining much brighter than before as his eyes dart between the two of you. What the hell was this? When had you and Isaac become so close? Close enough to confess each other’s crushes. He grips the solo cup in hand harder, having ignored the bubbling beverage until now.

“You’re only allowed one question Isaac. And you just used it.” You counter matter of factly, leaning back into your chair simultaneously with the blonde. The others watch your interaction intently, all having noticed the tension grow.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Stiles announces suddenly, weaving between the various patio chairs as the attention turns to him.

“Aren’t you driving?” Scott interjects worriedly, not letting the change in his friends demeanor go unnoticed. Stiles pauses, turning on his heel and facing the group of you with a mischievous, somewhat forced smile .

“We can sleep here. Right Lydia? Your mom said you had the cabin for the weekend?”

“Uh, yeah. I only had a few of the guest rooms prepared. But there’s definitely enough room for everyone.” She replies, tone hesitant due to the shift energy.

“Everyone down to stay the night?” Stiles inquires, practically challenging the group to say no.

“Fun!” Lydia interjects before any of you can protest “I’ll set up the rest of the rooms. It’ll be like one big sleepover! Allison, help me grab some pillows and blankets from the basement?” She pulls the raven-haired teen along before she can answer. Shooting you a ‘what the hell just happened’ look before tugging Allison past Stiles and into the house. Leaving you, Scott, Isaac, and Stiles to deal with the lingering tension.

“Back in a sec.” stiles raises his cup in a sort of salute before making his way through the sliding glass door and towards the kitchen.

“Is someone gonna tell me what I’m missing here?” Scott inquires confusedly, looking just as astonished as the girls at how odd the three of you were acting. Scott was your other best friend, and of course knew you’d been crushing on Stiles for ages. But nothing had stemmed from it until now.

“Looks like everyone knows y/n’s crushing except the one she’s crushing on.” Issac offers with a smirk. Laughing when you get out of your seat to playfully shove his head to the side.

“You’re such an ass. I’m going to check on him.” You head towards the kitchen with what little pride you have left, shooting up your middle finger behind your back when you hear the two boys having a laughing fit at something Scott mumbles.

Usually, you’re the one drinking when the lot of you hang out. Lydia and Allison sip on something most times, but of course Isaac and Scott can only do it for taste. Even then, Isaac only takes shots with you to see who won’t make a face at the bitter beverage (bastard always wins). That’s why it’s such a surprise when you walk in the kitchen to see Stiles adding a significant amount of liquor to a fresh cup of soda, eyes boring into the liquid as if it’s just insulted him. Your eyes subtly trace over the way he clenches his jaw, pushing away the butterflies you feel when you observe his veiny hands gripping the cup. Jesus you need to touch some grass

“Easy there. Trying to out-drink me Stilinski?” You push your cup towards him gingerly, putting up your hand to signal him when to stop pouring.

“Something like that.” Stiles mumbles with a tight lipped smile, taking a gulp from the cup and making an insanely dramatic grimace. Shivering and shaking his head violently at the shock of the taste.

“You’re usually not one to drink.” You let it come out as more of a question than a statement, laughing amusedly at his spurratic reactions.

“Yeah, well...” Is all he replies, shrugging before taking another sip. This time only blinking hard to withstand the flavor. Your head cocks to the side in curiosity, holding your tongue before trying to ask what’s up with him. His eyes narrow at your actions, the fiery feeling before burning once more as he takes in your cute expression. Damn you, it’s like you’re trying to get him riled up. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but whatever feelings the brunettes been harboring are starting to bubble over. He figures he’s always had eyes for you, but it wasn’t exactly a convenient time to come to the realization he’d fallen for you. It’d been a long time coming admittedly, but it’s not like he could act on it. Well, maybe he could. He shakes away the lustful thoughts when you lean against the counter beside him. Wearing one of your more revealing tops tonight. He swears you’re doing this shit on purpose.

“Ready to go back out?” You suggest with raised brows, hoping the liquor will brighten his mood. He nods, following you back through the living room and towards the back patio. Surveying the newly placed pillows and blankets beside the couch as he steps out towards the fire pit.

“You’re back, finally! Stiles, it’s your turn to ask someone.” Lydia claps her hands to get your attention. You and Stiles sitting next to each other on one of the couches amongst the undoubtably expensive outdoor furniture.

“Alright. Isaac, truth or dare?” Stiles challenges the blonde from across the fire pit. Isaac smirks, adjusting himself on the couch opposite you.

“You guys know me, I’m mostly an open book. But with they way you’re staring me down, I’ll go with truth and skip out on whatever dare you’re fantasizing about in that big brain of yours.”

Stiles scoffs with a forced smile, just slightly moving closer to you when he sees you and Isaac make what contact.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“Can we do repeat questions?”

“Don’t bullshit me Lahey, answer me.” Stiles isn’t necessarily rude, but doesn’t show any signs of breaking his serious expression when Isaac raises his brows with an amused laugh. He looks over at you, before letting his eyes fall on Allison. You don’t let their intense eye contact go unnoticed, despite it only being for a split second.

“Yeah, I do.” He mutters simply, sitting back in his seat with an uncaring smile. You can tell he is in fact shitting himself internally, being one of the few people able to see through his cocky facade.

Without a juicy enough answer, Lydia begins to give a dare. “Alright Scott, truth or-”

“Can I go again?” Issac interjects, your stomach dropping when you can practically see the gears turning in that mischievous mind of his.

“Well, it’s Scott’s turn to be asked.”

“No worries, the question is for him.”

“Well, alright.” Lydia looks between you and Allison with another ‘what the hell’ expression. Neither of you can think of an answer.

“Okay Scott. Truth or dare?”

“Uh, dare. I guess.” The tanned boy replies, not as amused when the attention turns to him.

“Kiss y/n.” Stiles chokes on his drink before the rest can even react, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his flannel sheepishly when the rest of you have your eyes on him. Scott gets up from his chair reluctantly, moving towards the couch where you’re sitting and offering you a hand up. You take it with a nervous chuckle, smile brightening when the taller boy grabs the sides of you head a plants a quick peck to your forehead. Each of you giving a respectful bow and courtesy as the group claps.

“What was that?” Isaac teases, amused expression adorning his features at the cute interaction.

“You weren’t specific about it, you just said to kiss her.” Scott explains with a prideful smile, happy to have found a loophole in his dare. He’s always been like a big brother to you, even though you never let him forget you’re a month older.

“I thought it was sweet.” Allison muses, having found the interaction between her ex boyfriend and you simply cute. Of course her and Lydia never fail to point out the way you longingly stare at your sarcastic best friend just about every minute of every day.

“Thank you, thank you. We try our best.” You give another curtsy before sitting back down, tucking your legs under yourself and letting the tops of your knees lean against Stiles’ thigh. His tense shoulders seem to ease at the contact, despite wanting to shoot out across the fire pit and pumble Isaac.

“Okay Allison, truth or dare?” Lydia turns her attention to the brunnette beside her, eager to continue the game.

“Dare.”

“Chug your drink.”

Allison groans, pursing her lips in a small pout and raising her drink to you in suggestion. Seeing as you often participate in chugging contests at Lydia’s infamous parties, you’re not one to step down from the offer.

“Fine, I’ll be your moral support. Stiles, you wanna join?” You’re happy he’s finally trying to let loose, and you’re honestly eager to see a drunk Stiles. He leans over you to see how much liquid is in your cup and Allison’s, nodding when he observes that they all have just about the same amount.

“Why not, don’t expect to win though.” You scoff at his cocky remark, scrambling up from your sitting position and moving over to the speaker playing some pop song quietly.

“I need some motivation, not that this’ll be much of a challenge.” You counter playfully, confidence brightening when your three friends that aren’t participating start placing bills down to bet. With the increase of volume, you can feel the base of the music vibrate beneath your feet as you sit back down beside Stiles.

“Ready? 3, 2 ,1 go!” You’re a bit surprised at Scott’s enthusiasm, but figure he’s just as eager as the others to win his money. Immediately, you Stiles and Allison start gulping down the bitter liquid. You open your eyes for a split second, observing how far your opponents have gotten. Stiles shoots his arm out towards you, playfully trying to knock the cup out of your hand whilst chugging. You do the same, hitting his arm away and tilting your head even farther back to finish. You’re done only a split second before the other two, who finish at the same time, grimacing not only from defeat but by the foreign bitter taste. You raise your empty cup as playful whoops erupt from the spectators.

“That’s my girl.” Isaac cheers idly, bumping the sides of his fist with your own as he happily collects his earnings.

“Don’t I get a percentage? I did all the work!”

“y/l/n, they don’t pay the race horses. All the money goes to the lucky better.”

“I should have put my money on you.” Scott groans, laughing when Stiles playfully shoves him.

“I was close, she cheated!” Stiles excitedly argues, and you’re glad his mood has improved since before.

“Like hell we were, she killed us. And I for one will not be participating. I’m definitely placing a bet though.” Allison retorts, reaching into her wallet for cash.

“Do you really want to be embarrassed again Stiles? I’m not going easy on you.”

“Bring it on y/n/n.”

*****

“Okay, we’re officially turning in. Will you guys be okay?” Lydia yawns as she finishes, Scott and Allison getting up as well.

“What? The party was just getting st-started!” Stiles hiccups with raised arms.

“Sti, it’s 2 in the morning. We all need to get some rest for the drive tomorrow.” Scott explains, ruffling his drunken best friends hair and chuckling when he slowly swats his hands away.

“Whatever dad. You’ll stay up with me?” Stiles turns to you with a hopeful expression, eyebrows furrowing when Scott distracts you with a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re okay to get him to bed?” He asks whilst ignoring Stiles’ offended expression at the notion, turning to head inside when you nod.

“I would stay, but then I’d be a third wheel so...Night!” Isaac chimes with a charming grin, dodging your attempt at hitting him and planting a quick kiss to your temple before rushing inside.You and Stiles mumble reluctant replies when the rest of the pack shouts their good-nights, their absence bumming you out.

“Lame.” You simultaneously deadpan, giggling into your cups at the jinx. The fire’s only embers by now, a chill running down your spine at the sudden,cool summer night air.

“Mmm.” Stiles hums through the his cup, attempting to shrug off his flannel whilst holding the plastic between his teeth. “Take this, it’s cold.” You shake your head quickly, dizzying at the movement.

“I’m fine, if I took it you’d be cold.” You giggle when he rolls his eyes, cup in his mouth slashing a little bit of liquid down his chin when he continues to try and maneuver out of the fabric. “You’re such a lightweight.”

“Am n-not!” He hiccups between words, mumbling due to the plastic still clenched between his teeth. You laugh again, shuffling across the couch to help him out of the shirt. You know he’ll only persist if you refuse again, deciding to give in to his stubborn behavior instead of arguing. You get his arm that’s closest the you out of the first sleeve, reaching across his lap to help remove the other.

Stiles is instantly overwhelmed with the scent of that sweet perfume you’re always wearing. The heat emanating from your body disorienting him for moment before he remembers the cup still in his mouth. You finally get his other arm free, sitting back on your legs only to meet his droopy brown eyes. He looks a little stunned, and you realize the alcohol’s made you a bit more bold than usual. His face is only inches away, close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his tongue. Slowly, he removes the cup from his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You take a sharp intake of breath, the air between ou tingling with some sort of buzz as your eyes avert down to his now visible lips. His eyes go down too, and you’re reminded of the wrap shirt Lydia had forced you to borrow, exposing a bit more chest than you’re used to. He clears his throat shuffling mere centimetres closer to you as his hands move towards your neck. This is it, he’s finally going to-

“You’re necklace, it’s messed up.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and you try not to completely deflate when he clears his throat gain as he clumsily drags the chain so the charm is back against the soft skin between your collarbones.

“Oh, thanks.” You internally cringe at how disappointed you sound, shrugging on the warm fabric of his flannel and leaning back against the couch.

******

You’re sitting on the counter and watching amusedly as Stiles clumsily searches the cabinets for something to eat.

“These people eat like hamsters, where’s the junk food?” He whines, exasperated from his mere 30 second search.

“Sti?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or drink.” He let’s out another whine at your words, giving up on his search and leaning against the counter across you expectantly. Admittedly, he’s pretty tipsy and nearing drunk, not to mention pretty pissed that he chickened out earlier. He feigns annoyance when you nibble on your thumb to think of a question, heart melting when he observes how your feet kick in the air as the dangle off the counter top.

“Kiss marry kill. Isaac, Derek, and Scott.” He groans at your words, lips upturning to a smirk when you giggle into your cup.

“Can’t I just marry Scott, then kill Isaac and Derek?” He tries to argue but you immediately shake your head, expectant of a complete answer. “Fine. Kiss Derek, marry Scott, and kill Isaac.”

“Why Isaac?”

“Because he’s an ass, and he wears scarves in the summer. My turn.” You roll your eyes at his words, awaiting his question.

“Do you have a crush on Isaac?” Your eyebrows furrow in shock, shaking your head and laughing loudly at the notion. Sure, Isaac was hot, but you’d never had that sort of feelings for each other. He was more like a brother if anything, just like Scott. Stiles seems surprised at your answer, persisting the moment you quiet down. “Then who was he talking about before?”

“It’s actually my turn, no double questions. What were you so mad about before?” If he wanted to get personal, you might as well match the energy. He rolls his shoulders at the question, bringing the cup to his lips to hide his smile when you throw your hands up in defeat.

“Coward.” you grimace playfully, pouting when he only shrugs at your insult.

He jumps, startled when you gasp suddenly and reach over the counter. Turning up the volume on the stereo from before you’d brought inside. ‘Wolves’ by one direction, plays much louder now that you’ve turned the notch on the device.

“Oh my god, why?” Stiles dramatically looks up to the ceiling when you hop off the counter in excitement. Of course, he recalls the first time he’d heard the song. You’d forced him and Scott to listen to it in the jeep one night, saying it was just too ironic to not make it ‘your song.’ And whether him or Scott want to admit it or not, they’d belted out the lyrics with you a few times before.

You’re grabbing his hands before he can protest farther, rolling up the baggy sleeves of his flannel for the umpteenth time that evening as you begin to move to the opening notes, pulling him along with you. You thank the alcohol for your surge of confidence and the easy sway of your hips, grateful for the liquid courage.

“You totally love this song!” You shout over the music, too drunk to care if the others are awoken by your antics.

“Totally don’t!” Stiles retorts just as loud, laughing when you raise his arm so you can spin under it. Beginning to bob his head and mumbling the lyrics you’re currently shouting.

In the middle of the night when the wolves come out, headed straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark.

One by one, I gotta take them down,

We can run and hide, ain’t going down without a fight

You both howl obnoxiously with the music, jumping and spinning as it booms through the speakers. The alcohols hitting now, effectively loosening his muscles and making the both of you laugh obnoxiously at how stupid you probably look. Despite the silliness of it all, it’s the most at ease Stiles has felt in a while. There’s a certain energy you bring, a type of way you make him feel that’s always drawn you so close.You stumble over to the stereo when the third verse comes on, grin not leaving your lips when you feel his reluctance to let go of your hand. You turn the music down, not familiar enough with the remaining verses to be able to sing it. Besides, you were lucky enough Lydia hadn’t come down there, slippers and all, to scold you both to bed.

“That’s it? There’s more to the song!”

“I thought you didn’t like it?” You pant out, both out breath as you move beside him to lean against the counter once more.

“I-I don’t, just like dancing with you.” He blurts out, too intoxicated to care to filter his words. You study the spacey look in his eyes, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and exhilaration. It’s funny, a few months ago this would’ve just been any other sleepover with your best friend. But it’s different now, you can only assume he too has noticed the shift in energy between you. The electricity

“Sti?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Wh-what?” He turns to face you, brows furrowing at your hopeful eyes.

“Truth or dare.”

“We’re still doing this?”

“Just say dare!” You persist, hitting his chest in annoyance. The alcohol’s coursing through your veins, giving you too much confidence for your own good.

“Fine, dare.” He’s confused at your change in behavior, not recognizing the mischievous expression on your face.

“Kiss me.”

And that’s when Stiles Stilinski, Romeo himself, pukes into the kitchen sink.

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“I am not th-that drunk.” He stops mid sentences, clutching his chest and pausing to suppress a particularly violent hiccup.

“Sure Sti, tell that to the vomit on your shirt.” You huff out, half listening to the belligerent boy towering over you as you guide him towards the bathroom. He’s gotten significantly drunker while you were cleaning the sink, all the alcohol finally catching up to his inexperienced self. And sure, the slurred words and tousled hair was cute at first, but now he was a much too heavy toddler you were practically dragging to the bathroom.

“I wan’ sleep.” You fumble out a laugh at his childish demeanor, shuffling into the guest bathroom and flipping on the switch to illuminate the area, much to the drunk boy’s distaste as his droopy eyes adjust to the light. Admittedly, your’re also significantly intoxicated, thought process definitely a little slower than usual. Luckily, you’ve had enough experience to know when to cut yourself off.

“You can sleep after I get you to stop reeking of vomit, now arms up.” You order sternly, heart melting when his lips puff into a small pout at your words. He does as told, lanky arms high up in the air as you hastily pull the fabric up and over his head, careful not to get the throw up anywhere else on him. You run the cotton under the sink, wreching at the smell. The things you do for your friends

When his shirt is thoroughly washed, you diligently wring it out and hang it on the rack with the hand towels beside the counter. Crouching down to inspect the cabinet under the sink for anything to clean yourselves up with. You grab a small washcloth and a spare bottle of mouthwash, placing the items on the counter and meeting Stiles’ gaze. He’s a bit zoned out, but he’s smiling sweetly down at you as he watches you work.

“You’re like, really pretty.”

“And you totally can’t handle you’re liquor.” You retort with a roll of your eyes, pushing away the butterflies his words release. “Now swish and spit, your breath stinks.” Without as much of a fuss, he takes the bottle and does as instructed, letting out a dramatic ‘aah’ and giggling when you meet eyes in the mirror. You follow after him, figuring that’d have to be the maximum dental hygeine for the night considering the time crunch. You grab the rag from the counter, running it under the water and lathering soap into it before lifting it towards the boy beside you.

“Can I wash you off real quick?” You wait for his nod of approval, chuckling at the hilarity of the situation s you run the warm rag across his upper chest. “This’ll be one hell of a story.”

“Mmm.” He only hums in response, looking down at you intently, serious expression making your head tilt to the side in question.

“What?”

“Nothin, just sorry I didn’t kiss you.” Your movements halt at his words, continuing when you turn your attention back down to your task instead of his eyes.

“Told you I could out drink you. Next time don’t challenge me to shots.”

“N-noted.”

******

“Shhhh!” Your eyes are wide in warning as you make your way down the hall, arms wrapped around Stiles in support as he stumbles along with you.

“Shhh-shhh.” He mimics your actions, bringing a clumsy finger to his lips as you hold back a laugh. Finally, you set him down on the bed, turning towards the guest room dresser and tossing the sweats and t shirt Lydia must have left there to him. He groans, quickly undressing and tugging on the new clothes. Laying back down on the bed and throwing his forearm to cover his eyes as you change into Lydia’s spare shorts, figuring the shirt and flannel you still had on were sufficient enough as pjs.

You and Scott had fallen asleep during late nights at Stiles’ house numerous times whilst investigating Beacon Hills latest supernatural threat. So it’s not surprising when Stiles clumsily shuffles under the silky duvet with a satisfied sigh, lifting the covers so you can climb in next to him. It’s a queen sized bed, much bigger than the creaky twin you’ve shared before. Still, Stiles moves even closer, you’re well aware he’ll only fall asleep if he’s in the very middle of the mattress. It’s quiet, and you happily settle into the covers as sleep tugs at your eyelids. Only opening one eye when the boy beside you turns onto his side to face you.

“You know y/n, I miss when we were little. L-like when we used to dress up in our moms clothes, and then I twisted my ankle wearing my moms heels.” You chuckle fondly at his slurred retelling of the memory, images flashing by of when you were kids. He studies you, trying to commit the sweet laugh to memory before continuing. “I mean, I like where we are now. I do, because we’re still best friends and I still love you.”

“I love you too Sti.”

“N-no, no you don’t get it.” He shakes his head vigorously, drunken state dramatizing his movements as he argues. Sounding almost solemn at your response. “I mean I love you, and it’s terrifying. A pretty new revaluation might I add, so I thought getting drunk might help. Am I drunk?”

“Yes, very much so. And you should sleep before you say something-”

“No! I meas you have to know this. What if like, I never told you and then...Well I never would have told you! That’s like, Shakespeare tragedy bullshit and we’re definitely better than that. So, I love you. And not in the ‘we took baths together and played dress up in our moms clothes’ type love. It’s the ‘I’m always confused because you give me this...Weird tingly feeling and I never know how to go about it and it makes me want to kiss you’ type of love...I guess. Am I like, really drunk?” You’re to say the least stunned with his confession, though the various hiccups in between sentences didn’t call for the most romantic ambiance.

“Yeah, you’re pretty wasted.” You smooth out his messy hair, too exhausted (and tipsy) to want to accept any of this is actually happening.

“Sorry I didn’t kiss you. The vomiting was unrelated to you making a move on me, just so we’re clear.” He croaks out, voice rasped from the lull of oncoming slumber.

“And here I was thinking I made you nauseous.”

“No, you do give me butterflies though. Too pretty.” He muses, chuckling when you push away his face, nose having booped yours to accentuate his point. It can’t be legal to be this cute while intoxicated.

“You gotta close your eyes Sti, have to sleep off all this alcohol.”

“M’kay. You’ll stay with me the whole night?”

“Always.”

**********

It’s fairly early when you finally wake, sunlight seeping into the room from the early morning light. You want more than anything to go back to bed, figuring another hour would help ware off the pounding headache tormenting your skull. Only assuming Stiles must feel even worse. It’s then, when you try to shuffle closer into his body warmth, that you realize the bed is empty. The space where he’s laid beside you is still warm, and you reluctantly sit up with the harsh reality that everyone else must be awake too.

You follow the scent of bacon to the kitchen, immediately met with a very grumpy looking Stiles hunched over a cup of coffee. He’s wearing Scott’s lacrosse hoodie, sunglasses covering his eyes and hood pulled over his head to shield himself from any intruding light. You sit down on the stool of the island he’s leaning against, offering a sympathetic smile when he pushes the steaming mug towards you with a grunt.

“Morning everyone!” Isaac chimes with a bright smile, slapping the two of you on the back as you simultaneously groan.

“Late night?”

“You know, I’m usually appreciative of the cheeky sarcasm Scott. But if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face right now, I will seriously consider castrating you.” You stare down the alpha, not even phasing his cheerful demeanor.

“Well before you do that, have some breakfast.” Allison only laughs when the two of you gladly pull the plates she’s placed in front you closer with a genuine murmur of ‘thank yous’. Eager to have the food soak up the alcohol and rid you of the awful hangover.

“And this is why I don’t drink.” Lydia retorts, placing down a bottle of Advil between you with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Speaking of, what was that music last night? Scared me half to death.” Allison inquires, looking to the others with a knowing smile when you and Stiles laugh through a forkful of hash browns, eyes on each other and avoiding the others. The two of you might not see it, but you’re practically married with how in sync you are. Always giving each other side eye when approached by someone you both hate, finishing each others sentences. You make a perfect pair, if only one of you had the balls to act on it.

“Flannel looks good on you y/n.” Isaac snickers, tugging on your elongated sleeve with a grin. Only more amused when you flip him off in silence.

“You know, none of the guys I’ve hooked up with have never offered me their shirts.” Lydia pouts while pushing around the eggs on her plate, shocked when you and Stiles simultaneously choke on your (now individual) coffees.

“We, we didn’t hook up!” Stiles defends, now unable to meet your mortified gaze.

“Well, I know that I just mean-”

“Hold on. Am I missing something here? You two have seriously never...I mean never?” Isaac looks genuinely bewildered as he rambles on, Allison and Scott not so discreetly giggling into their mugs as the conversation continues.

“No!”

“Seriously? I’m always teasing because I figured it was all just unspoken knowledge.” The blonde’s genuinely intrigued, not noticing Lydia’s persistent signals to stop talking. “Scott, you’re telling me you can’t smell the sexual ten-”

“OKAY, we’ll be leaving now. Lydia, thank you for having us-”

“And thank you for the liquor we’re seriously regretting right now.” You finish the farewell for Stiles, grabbing your things and headed out the door before any of them can protest.

“See you at home!” Scott yells out, still finding the situation between his best friends hilarious.

“And always use protect-” Isaac’s voice is cut off when Stiles slams the front door behind him, the both of you trudging towards the jeep. The boy letting out another groan and pinching his nose when you pull the door shut a little too hard, loud noise ringing in his ears.

You fumble through the glove compartment when he pulls out of the long driveway and towards the road, satisfied when you find a spare pair of sunglasses under a pile of crumpled papers.

“You keep this up and I won’t have any more clothes.”

“To be fair, you insisted I put this on.” You argue, referring to the cotton shirt wrapped around you. “How much do you remember of last night anyway?” He chuckles at your question, rubbing his hand over his jaw in contemplation.

“Geez, well there was truth or dare with everyone. They turned in early and you and I hung outside a bit longer. I was...Looking for food in the kitchen and there was dnacing? And I’m pretty sure there was a bathroom involved.”

“You may or may not have puked in Lydia’s sink.” Stiles slaps a hand over his face at your words, laughing along with you when he sees your amusement in his new-found knowledge.

“I’m so sorry, was I a total pain?”

Of course not! You only confessed your love to me like you were expressing a new hobby in which you now have no recollection of.

“Nah, I helped you clean up and then we went to bed. Besides, you’ve taken care of my drunk ass plenty of times.” He observes you in small glances he can get between looking at the road. You seem as though you’re holding back.

To be honest, you were a bit frustrated. On one hand, you could just be honest with him and explain hat he’d said. But he was wasted, and it felt wrong to confess for him. Besides, if he wanted to act on his feelings he would have. And that definitely hurt, but it probably meant he had the same concerns as you. Being best friends made this shit complicated. With everything going on in this town, you had a lot of responsibilities to withhold. You couldn’t afford to lose each other. Ironically, you loved each other too much to risk starting a relationship.

“Sti, you just passed my neighborhood.”

“Yeah. It’s still early and I’m not waiting for this hangover to pass alone. We’re going to my place.”

“Star Wars and pizza?”

“Star Wars and pizza.”

*********

“I’m just saying, the amount of accidental incest in medi is actually uncanny.”

“You bring this up every time we watch A New Hope.”

“I know, but seriously!” He shuffles on his bed, pushing away the pizza box with only a few pieces of crust remaining inside. “Just like that movie you’re always making me watch. The one with the girl and her step-brother.”

“Hey! I told you, Clueless is so much better when you pretend Josh is just a family friend!”

“But we shouldn’t have to pretend it wasn’t originally written about two step siblings falling in love. I mean, what kind of trope is that?”

“Fair enough, I guess old rich white men all have a thing for their siblings.”

“Gross, I’m officially grossed out.” When your laughter settles down, Stiles starts to mess with his fingers. Looking between you and his lap as if debating with his next words.

“Listen, are you sure I didn’t...Say anything last night?” You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, figuring you could at least tell your own truth without completely exposing his.

“Stiles, we were both pretty drunk. I don’t know, I guess something could have happened?”

“How do you mean?” You’re unsettled with how awkward this has all become. But it’s not like this could keep going unsaid. It was too much of a weight to be concealing all of this from him. Stiles was the person you went to for a good vent, and you can’t really vent to your best friend about...Well, being in love with your best friend.

“I may have possibly, maybe asked you to kiss me. And you might have thrown up right after the offer.” His eyes bulge in surprise, and you cover your face with a strained cry at the confession. “It’s your fault for asking!” You whine, instantly regretting saying anything in the first place. This was dumb, you were totally dumb, and no you looked like a complete fool, all because of stupid Stiles.

“Hey.” His voice is soft when he pulls your hands down, mischievous smirk utterly confusing you. “Truth or dare?”

“You do remember! You asshole!” You shout instantly, slapping at his chest as he laughs.

“Woah, woah wait. I may have remembered a bit more than I mentioned in the car. But how was I supposed to know you actually wanted to kiss me or if it was the tequila talking? I figured maybe if you told me the truth, then I’d know if you really meant it.” You stare at him blankly, not nearly as amused as he is.

“If it’s any consolation, you look really cute when you’re pissed at me.”

“Charming, Stilinksi. Do you happen to remember the part where your blacked out ass gave an entire monologue about how in love with me you are? And how sorry you were that you didn't kiss-” With that, he takes hod of the side of your face and connects your lips to his Finally releasing whatever tension that’s been building for agonizing months. It’s nice, really nice, but he’s not getting away that easy. You smack his chest again, fighting the urge to pull him back into you when you observe how flushed he looks.

“Ow, stop hitting me! I had to do something, you were embarrassing me!”

“Good! I’m glad you feel a smidge of what I do, Romeo. You’re just gonna kiss me?”

“I’m sorry, should I not have? Did I totally just misread that?”

“N-no. I mean, I wanted to kiss you. But I figured the only reason you hadn’t said something sooner...Or sober, was because you were afraid of what I was afraid of. With all the shit we go through, I wouldn’t ever want to jeopardize our friendship.” He’s silent at that, trying to find a way in which to convey his thoughts.

“Y/n, we’re a part of the pack. Nothing can break that bond. No matter what, you’re my best friend first. Whatever shit come our way next, we’ll know how to handle it together, like we always do. Besides, if I ever hurt you Scott and Isaac would make sure I never saw the light of day again.” You chuckle softly at his words, feeling a weight you hadn’t known was there lifted off your shoulders.

“I think this is the part where you ask the final truth or dare.”

“Well, I would dare you to kiss me, but you have to promise you wont puke again.”

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