#five minute sketches before bed NOW i can go to sleep

[soledadcatalina]

[id: 2 rough sketches of kim kitsuragi and his parents. the first sketch is kim putting on his orange bomber jacket while his dad, commenting casually while reading a newspaper, says "wearing that jacket would've gotten you shot in '09." the second sketch features both of kims parents, his dad saying "Our son has always been [asterisk]different from most boys." kim's mom replies: "Not that it was a bad thing!" a thought bubble beside kim's dad simply reads: "[asterisk] autistic", while a thought bubble beside kim's mom reads: "[asterisk] gay". /end id]

keeping it too real

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #casetrippy does art #image description #his dad is autistic too but he wouldnt call it that #five minute sketches before bed NOW i can go to sleep #kitsuragi posting

[harmonictechnicality]

*no rest for the wicked*

my teensy contribution to @thefreakandthehair's spicy six summer collection 💖 | word count: 3k | rating: T | ao3 link | also, this wouldn't exist if @chocoarts didn't send me a sketch that immediately set off sparklers in my brain so bless youuu ✨

Twenty-six hours. That’s how long Eddie has been up. Twenty-six hours and twelve minutes. The heaviness hanging in his eyes is medieval-level torturous, and the cramp in his left calf is probably permanent by now. 

A sane person who enjoys sleeping might be asking, ‘Why? Why put yourself through this when there’s a perfectly decent bed down the hall?’ And Eddie would be forced to reply back with two, simple words:

Concert. Tickets.

That’s right, Eddie is actively murdering his own brain cells to win two vip tickets on the radio. Twenty-seven hours ago, it seemed like a grand idea. Genius, even. It’s free and minimal effort - he just has to call the station every hour on the dot. No biggie, right?

Ha, sure. Tell that to the muscles in his eyelids.

“How much longer do you have?” Chrissy asks, snagging a magazine from the stack on the couch.

Eddie checks his watch. Huffs out a laugh. “Let’s just say, I could watch the entire Star Wars trilogy including the credits for each one.”

“Translating to...?”

“Seven-ish hours.” Robin quickly chimes. She pops out of her bedroom and joins Chrissy’s side, instantly threading their hands together. They share a look, one that makes Eddie believe in nice things, even in his state of misery. It’s their superpower, injecting their optimistic outlook into the atmosphere. Infectious in the best way. 

“I always forget that you speak fluent nerd.” Chrissy snorts.

“Ouch.” Robin gasps and pulls away, stomping off to their room. Too dramatic to be believable. “Get back to bed before I actually feel offended by that.”

Normally, Eddie is charmed by how hopelessly in love his roommates are with each other. But right now, they are his mortal enemies (well, tied with The Clock), because they get to sleep and he gets to stare at the lightbulb in the ceiling fan. Every now and then, it flickers, which never fails to startle him. 

Good. He desperately needs the extra alertness. 

Another forty-five minutes go by before anything noteworthy happens. Eddie’s other roommate gets off his night shift around one in the morning. The front door squeals as it opens, crackling all the adrenaline leftover in Eddie’s body. 

“Scared the shit out of me, man.” Which could’ve been a literal statement if Eddie hadn’t just taken a bathroom break.

“Gotta get this door fixed.” Steve says. That’s what he always says when it creaks. The reaction never changes, always skating his fingers over the door hinges, mouth twisting to the side. Hands on his hips in disapproval. Eddie has to look away before Steve breaks out his insufferably cute ‘foot tap’ routine. “Hey - why are you still up?”

Ah, yes. Just what Eddie needed. A reminder that it’s fucking late. He finds the energy (or common decency, who knows) to point at the phone. Then to the radio.

“You’re still doing that, huh?”

Eddie nods twice.

“Damn, I’ve never heard you this quiet.” Steve sounds genuinely surprised. A little too smug for Eddie’s liking. “Didn’t know your mouth could stay in a straight line for this long.”

There it is. The rich boy smartassery that will never die. Always lurking in the depths of his genetic makeup.

Eddie claps, total deadpan.

The conversation lulls while Steve messes around in the kitchen for a bit. He’s noisily opening cabinets and clanking dishes around in the sink. Eventually, he walks back into the living room with two beers. 

Both for him apparently. “Well, listen,” he starts out. Kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “I’m pretty wired after work, so if you need some company-”

“Six… hours… left.” Eddie musters out.

“Okay well, I doubt I’ll last that long. But I can give it a shot.”

Eddie smirks, raises both eyebrows. “There’s a dirty joke somewhere in there. Too tired to find it though.”

“Good to know the horny part of your mind is still awake.” Steve gives Eddie a small pat on the head. 

“Oh? That’s a good thing?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you.” It’s too direct, Eddie hears it. And now it’s just Out There - his inability to flirt in a subtle way. And yeah, he could blame it on sleep deprivation, but he’s never been known for his mastery of ambiguity so…

The pause goes on long enough for the light to flicker again, the room growing darker with it. Steve takes a swig of his drink and smiles. “It’s good to know, Ed.”

The light flickers even darker.

Eddie is fully awake after that. Which could’ve been part of Steve’s plan - stimulate his brain with flirty comments and keep him up with those melty smiles. It’s no secret that Eddie turns into a hair-twirling loser around this guy. 

Even after living together for a year and seeing one another’s most disgusting habits, he still feels this way. Tight throat, stomach flips. Purely smitten in a way that would nauseate deadbeat poets.

In this moment, however, it’s a wonderful remedy to staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Much more effective than energy drinks and Tootsie Rolls.

Steve ends up on the floor, leaning against the edge of the couch. He sips another beer, recounting some bullshit that happened during his shift at the hotel. Eddie does his best impression of Listening to Steve’s stories, but the words are just buzzing around the glow of Steve’s hair and the shine on his lips. Nodding at seemingly appropriate times is all Eddie currently can offer.

“Sleeping with your eyes open, Munson?”

Eddie blinks hard. “Huh?”

“Creepy, but impressive.” Steve laughs, tapping his hand against Eddie’s leg. “You should add that to the Special Skills column on your resumé.”

“Bold of you to assume I have a resumé.”

They spend the next hour doing just that - adding useless skills to Eddie’s nonexistent resumé. It keeps them busy. Content. Steve smacks Eddie’s knee anytime he laughs, leaves his hand longer every time. Maybe that’s all in Eddie’s semi-dormant mind, especially since Steve shows casual affection to all of his friends. But the warmth of his palm is real enough to have Eddie fully committed to making Steve laugh as much as possible.

“What about… Expert Paper Clip Chain-Maker?” Steve suggests. 

Eddie stares at the chain in his hand, the one he was oblivious to creating. He whips it around like a lasso and then shrugs. “A bit wordy.”

“So you’re saying length matters?”

“Christ on toast, Harrington. You’re awfully quick to jump to that conclusion, aren’t you?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just starts laughing again. Eddie didn’t even need to tell a shitty joke this time. 

And when Steve’s hand hits his knee, sliding slightly up his thigh, Eddie laughs along with him. It’s the only way to cover up the heat rushing to his face.

Eddie enters the realm of delirium with three hours left in his challenge. He slumps onto the floor next to Steve, nudging his shoulder, staring into his sleep-heavy eyes. It’s four in the morning, inhibitions be damned.

“Do you think if you ever visit Europe, they’d call you Harring-metric-ton?” Eddie picks a piece of lint off Steve’s sleeve. Perfect excuse to reach out, move in closer.

Steve groans. “Yikes. But yes, that question keeps me up at night.”

“So that’s why you’re still awake. See, I knew it wasn’t because of my silly little concert tickets.” 

As soon as the words leave his lips, Eddie convinces himself that it’s the truth. Which is so dumb, so stupid. But this seed of insecurity keeps him going, fully projecting his assumptions onto Steve’s harmless comment. Somewhere deep down, buried underneath his exhaustion, Eddie knows it was a joke. But he can’t seem to shut up anymore.

“The riddle has been solved, folks! We finally know why Stevie here is still awake.” Eddie exclaims, flinging his arms out to the side. “Alert Scooby and the gang at once! Mystery Incorporated can finally pack up their magnifying glasses and pursue careers with better health insurance. Ones that covers vision costs this time. It’s what dear, ol' Velma deser-”

“Eddie.” Steve places a hand on Eddie’s arm, holding him still. Was he moving? Oh god, was he shaking? 

Fucking mortifying.

Steve’s thumb swipes across Eddie’s skin, tracing diagonal lines back and forth. “You’re rambling.”

“And you’re…” Eddie loses focus. He looks down at the hypnotic patterns that Steve is making. “There. Doing that.”

Steve stops briefly to flip Eddie’s hand over, starts tracing the lines in his palm instead. The pressure makes Eddie’s heart lurch up into his throat. He can feel it thumping in his neck, faster with every stroke of Steve’s fingers. All he wants to do is close his hand around them, keep Steve there for the rest of the night. Longer if he’d let him.

“I can stop if it’s weird.” Steve’s voice is so much quieter than it was earlier. 

Don’t stop. Eddie thinks. Can’t say it like that because gross. Humiliating and gross. “It’s not weird.”

Steve keeps his focus on the motion, Eddie does the same. They stay like this for a while, just watching. Intently staring over the invisible lines like pages in a novel. Eddie is pretty sure he’s breathing too loud, can hear it above the whistle in the air conditioner. Wonders if Steve can hear it too. 

Probably.

“That’s not why I’m staying awake.” Steve says, never breaking the pattern.

“No?”

“It’s who I’m staying awake for.”

Steve finally stops, right in the center of Eddie’s hand. The air in the room goes dense, weighted with acknowledgment. Something has changed and Eddie can feel it everywhere. 

He tilts forward, pulling his gaze away from his hand and up at Steve’s lips. If he weren’t stuck between half-awake and total-delirium, Eddie would just do it. Kiss Steve the way he’s always wanted to. Syrupy slow and deep. Savoring every second.

He could do it right now, right this second. But his focus starts drifting as he closes his eyes. “Did Chrissy tell you?” Eddie grumbles, almost unintelligible. 

“Tell me what?”

Eddie’s head falls, landing somewhere on Steve’s chest. He inhales the scent of laundry detergent (because Steve and Chrissy are the only avid laundry-doers in the apartment). It’s so soothing, drawing him further into a dreamlike place.

“Tell me what, Ed?”

“That I…” Eddie is nearly asleep before he can finish the thought. The confession:

‘That I’m crazy about you.’

Sunlight hits Eddie first, startles him so much that he jolts upward. Fully awake. It takes a few seconds of furiously rubbing his eyes before the dread kicks in. 

Morning.

It’s morning.

“Shit.”

Eddie fell asleep.

Steve fell asleep.

“Shitshitshit. So many shits!” He fumbles through the labyrinth of blankets and pillows around him, snatching his watch from the coffee table:

10:24 a.m.

“Goddamnit!”

Eddie sinks back down to the floor, clutching the phone that serves him no purpose anymore. All of those hours of waiting and calling for nothing. Even if general admission wasn’t already sold out, it’s not like Eddie could afford tickets on his own. He can barely keep up with his share of the rent. Chrissy had to cover for his grocery run last week and he still hasn’t paid her back.

It’s just so expected too - for him to fuck up like this. Always letting opportunities slip through the cracks, making careless mistakes. No one will be surprised that he failed at such a simple task like calling a fucking radio station.

Eddie sets the phone back on the table and cleans up the living room in a daze. Every now and then, he mutters under his breath about being a total moron. He stays relatively quiet for the most part though. No use in throwing a bitchfest while Steve is blissfully conked out three feet away.

Of course he looks good sleeping too, even in the midst of Eddie’s breakdown. Unfair.

Just before heading back to his room, Eddie hears that familiar door creak. Same one that always sets off Steve’s inner handyman tendencies. 

He looks back to see Chrissy padding towards him with a blanket wrapped around her. For someone who hasn’t had their mood-altering cup of coffee yet, she looks extremely pleased to see him. Maybe she knows about the fate of the concert tickets. Maybe this is an early-risers pity party.

Fucking yay.

“Chris, please don’t try to-”

His words are muffled by Chrissy throwing her arms (and blanket cape) around him. She’s so bouncy, the way she always gets with Robin whenever their favorite song comes on at the karaoke bar. He pats her on the back and clears his throat, still trying to piece together what this exchange could be about. However, Eddie is functioning on a few hours of sleep, so his cognitive skills are groggy at best.

She gives him one more squeeze and then looks up, positively gleaming. “I knew it! I knew it would finally happen!”

“That I’d screw up for the umpteenth time in my life? Gee thanks, Chris.” Eddie says.

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and Steve!” She whisper-yells back.

Was she snooping on them last night? He wouldn’t put it past her, snoopiness is the foundation of their friendship. Well, whatever Chrissy thought she saw, she’s wrong. Sure, Steve and Eddie flirted, both letting some potentially mutual feelings slip out.

But it was all cut short by Eddie passing out mid-flirt. God knows how Steve took that reaction. Probably assumed Eddie was so bored that he would rather sleep than makeout with him. Or worse, that Eddie was pretending to sleep to let him down easy.

Christ, he doesn’t wanna think about that right now. Not while he’s still mourning the loss of his precious tickets.

“Hate to break it to you, honeyjam, but nothing happened.” Eddie shakes his head, gesturing to Steve who hasn’t budged from the recliner. “It’s just me over here and Steve over there. No conjunction connecting us together in that way.”

He can already tell Chrissy isn’t buying it. She’s getting that little forehead wrinkle right above her eyebrows, just like an angry cartoon character. Her best attempt at intimidation. “You didn’t see what I saw.” 

“Gay desperation?”

“No, you jackass. Come here!”

Chrissy yanks Eddie into his bedroom, demanding for him to lock the door. He listens, mainly because the intimidation is starting to work a little. They sit at the edge of the bed and she begins to explain everything she saw:

Steve constructing a wall of blankets and pillows around Eddie to ensure he slept comfortably. Steve waiting by the phone, tapping his foot in that insufferably cute way that Eddie loves so much. Steve scoring the tickets, celebrating quietly to himself.

“How long were you standing at the door, weirdo?” Eddie teases her to avoid the way his stomach is twisting around her words. 

Chrissy shushes him and squeals. “And he kissed your cheek!”

“Liar.”

“He did, I swear! He kissed you on the cheek or the chin or the nose. I don't know which one for sure because my view was obstructed by all of your hair.”

Eddie instinctively combs his fingers through a few strands, undoing the knotted pieces. Not all of them, but enough to keep his hands busy while he thinks through this. Processing. “And you’re sure it wasn’t a dream?”

“Positive.”

“What about a hallucination? Didn’t Byers make a batch of those infamous brownies again?”

Chrissy gives a deep sigh. “Whatever. You’re hopeless.” She shrugs the blanket back over her arms and heads toward the door. More than a fair assessment, Eddie can’t argue even if he wanted to (he always does). 

He stares at the line of posters along his wall, letting Chrissy’s words replay over and over. Imagining what it might have felt like. If Steve’s breath was warm or if his lips were soft. Eddie wonders how it looked to have Steve dipping down to his level. Staying so quiet, so careful not to disturb him. The visuals swarm his head until there’s nothing left but Steve. 

Him and Steve. Connecting them together in that way after all.

So, Eddie gets up and walks back into the living room. He takes in the view of Steve curled up in the recliner, mouth slightly parted open. Chest falling with every sniffle, not quite a snore.

There’s so many emotions while looking at him. Eddie can’t just pin one down to fully comprehend what's going on. All he can do is repeat the scene that’s occupying his mind, settling in his bones.

“Here,” he whispers, placing another blanket across Steve’s lap. It’s feathery gentle, more than he intends for it to be. So gentle that Steve doesn’t shift or stir. 

Eddie takes a deep breath and bends down, close enough to notice all the little details. The ones he’s been too sheepish to indulge in before last night. 

The tiny hairs on Steve’s forearm. The creases in his t-shirt. The bit of dried toothpaste on his chin. None of it should make his cheeks feel this flushed, but they do.

He lets the rush of bravery wash through him as he kisses Steve on the tip of his nose. Just the way Steve must’ve done to him. It’s swift, lighter than he means for it to be. Barely touching. But it’s enough to switch his heart rate up a few notches, pulsing jumping in his wrist.

Eddie steps away, waiting to see if Steve wakes up. Not entirely sure if he wants that or if he’d rather keep this memory to himself. 

“Thanks… by the way.” Eddie adds, brushing the tips of his fingers over Steve’s hand. Wishing he could trace the lines in his palm. Rewind back to last night and pause it there indefinitely. “I’ll tell you again when you’re up, but yeah.”

“Thank you, Steve Harrington.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #slight buckingham because I said so #lexssummerfanworkschallenge #biggest of shoutouts to lex for giving us this space to create and share together!!! #is the sleep depravation making Eddie good at flirting??? #or is it all in his overactive imagination??? #the world may never know #also Eddie is wearing one of Robin's shirts bc he never does laundry #that's not relevant - it's just a brainworm that he ironically wears her marching band tees #okay okay pls enjoy 💖 #(and pretend I'm in a timezone where it's still August pls)

[knightfcll]

nightcap

welt x reader, 1.6k

note: 🤪 im like not even caught up but i love this gilf tew much okay bye. My first reader fic on da blog, blease be nice 2 me <3

content notes: ❗️❗️🔞🔞🔞❗️❗️ explicit smut here, minors do NOT interact!!! Reader is gender neutral, no specific references to pronouns/body type/genitalia for reader, brief oral sex, penetrative sex, reader calls welt “mr yang” a lot 🥴

The Astral Express is quiet. You've finally returned after another long and difficult journey on another strange, new planet. Everyone else has retired to their own rooms for a well deserved rest, but you still wander the halls. Mr. Yang had stayed behind for this assignment and to say that you felt his absence was an understatement.

You had lasted all of five minutes in your own bed before throwing off the covers and deciding to seek him out. Without the exhaustion of adventure weighing him down, he's likely still awake, perhaps poring over a newspaper from your latest excursion. You make sure to bring one back for him if he's not there; he says it's so he can get a better idea of what effect the Stellaron's had on the planet, but you see how quickly he turns to the comic strips. You'll catch him doodling the characters later, sometimes changing their features, doing two and three different sketches that he thinks you won't see.

You're only half right. You find him almost exactly as you'd imagined when you slip into his room, except his brows are furrowed. He's tapping a pencil against the paper.

“Need any help, Mr. Yang?”

He looks at you briefly before returning to his crossword puzzle. "Evening. And yes."

You smile and saunter towards him, crawling onto the bed eagerly. He opens his arms without prompting, allowing you to settle into his lap with your back to his chest. He has most of it filled out already, with only the bottom left grid glaringly empty. Mr. Yang is one of the smartest people, which is why you like to tease him when he has to ask you for help with these things, but he's also the most mature, which accounts for the good natured chuckle you typically get in response.

"What's the clue?"

"Eight letters. 'Hot term for a recent admirer.'"

You make a show of scrunching up your face and delicately take the pencil from him. Your handwriting isn't quite as neat as his, but finds a certain charm in it.

Welt hums appreciatively. "'New flame.' I think you could be right."

You beam. "Bested by the newcomer, Mr. Yang. You'll have to ask me to explain strange things out in the wild next time we leave the Express."

He chuckles. He thinks it's cute when you try to tease him like this; you're all bark and no bite, really. You fold as soon as he gets his hands on you.

Like right now, as his fingers ghost over your thigh. You lean into it as much as you can, but he's so good at holding back. It's the sweet sting of having someone like Welt for a lover: a wealth of experience to keep you satisfied for hours on end, but the patience and precision needed to keep you just on edge until he thinks you're ready.

"Did you need something?" He says it so casually, like he doesn't know your skin is burning underneath him.

You turn your head to look at him. It's there again, that little bit of sharpness in his gaze that seems to go right through you. He's already thinking about all the ways he can unmake you.

"Just you," you say, waiting the precious few moments it takes for the spark to ignite.

Welt kisses you, softly at first. His hands roam over your thighs, just ghosting underneath your sleep shorts. You whine the third time he does it, unable to handle the loss of his touch. He pulls away.

“Patience.”

You pout. He notices everything. “I’m not impatient.”

He humphs in disbelief. “Don’t make a sound until I tell you to.”

Any other night, you might protest his rigidity. Be the brat he likes you to be, until you’re a sobbing mess in hands, begging him to just fuck you and stop teasing. Tonight, however, you’re inclined towards obedience. You hush up and wait the agonizing few moments that he waits, watching for any sign of defiance. Satisfied, he kisses you again, hungrier this time, sliding his tongue over yours. You hold back a moan when he digs his fingers into your thighs.

Welt pushes you down. He trails his lips down your body, over your chest, your sensitive nipples. He halts just below your belly button, kissing the skin lightly while he pulls down your shorts. You shiver once your exposed to the cool air.

Anticipation burns inside you when he pulls your leg up and over his shoulder. He slowly teases your entrance with his tongue, giving it slow, featherlight licks that he soon follows up with a finger.

“Mr. Yang,” you say, unable to resist calling out as he speeds up.

He doesn’t respond, choosing to punish you instead by letting up. He knows it’s agony, feeling his warm breath on you where you need him most.

It’s too much. You give up on obedience and let desperation take hold as you grab at welt’s shoulders and pull him in to kiss you. Your taste lingers on his tongue. “Mr. Yang, please…“

Welt palms at your ass. It’s a nice reminder that he’s far more affected by you than he typically comes off. Although his words are often measured and his tone even, the way he touches you is nothing short of ravenous.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

You’re on the brink of tears now. Your legs are locked around his hips, his fingers are rubbing and pinching your nipple. He knows, but he likes to make you say it. “Mr. Yang, please, please,”

He doesn’t budge. You reach for the drawstring on his pants yourself, but he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth instead. “You can speak, can’t you? Use your words.”

You watch as he pulls your finger into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. He’ll keep going, ignoring your pleas while he toys with you long past the rising of the sun. He’s done it before.

You draw a shaky breath.

“Mr. Yang, I need you inside me.”

You wait for his response. He almost looks bored, that half-awake look he gets when he’s quizzing you on the values of each Aeon with hands roaming across your chest.

He kisses your palm. “Keep going.”

“Welt,” his given name falls from your lips, a strained whisper that sets Welt on edge, “please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore, please.“

Welt lets go of your hand. He disentangles himself from you fully, ignoring your desperate whines. You hear his pants fall to the floor and then he’s hovering over you again, sliding a hand under your shoulder.

“Turn around.”

You hear him, but you’re too distracted by the sight of his weeping cock to really pay attention. He sighs and gently lifts you, maneuvering you so you’re on your hands and knees with your back to him.

Tears of relief fall down your face when Welt drapes himself over your back. You feel him lining himself up with your entrance. You shudder when he finally enters you. His grip on your waist tightens. He lets his cock stay sheathed in you for an agonizing moment before he pulls out and starts to set a rhythm. The slow friction stirs something in Welt; he lets go of your waist and covers your hand with his own. He curses above you and moves in closer, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

“I want to hear you. Please,” Welt gasps. It makes your heart skip.

You call out to him, moaning his name in a quiet voice that gets louder and louder as his thrusts quicken. Your words become more frantic, endless declarations of how much you need him interrupted by broken sobs of pleasure. Welt speaks your name, too, in between ragged breaths and the rapid stuttering of his hips, curses falling from his lips in a constant prayer.

“Mr. Yang,” you say, because you know how his breathing stops when you call him that, just like the first time it did when he had you on your knees in his bedroom, “Mr. Yang, I love you.”

Welt’s final thread of composure snaps. He hooks his arm around your throat and buried his face in your neck. His hips slap against you harder than before, but he still has the presence of mind to reach down and tease you one last time to put you over the edge. Waves of ecstasy roll through as you give one final, strangled shout.

Welt follows soon after, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic until he buries himself to the hilt and groans deep into your skin. You both slump forward, breathing heavily. He kisses your neck sloppily before finally pulling out with a sigh. He pulls you once to get you to clean up, but you don’t budge, a telltale look of bliss on your face. He gives up and leaves you, returning with clean cloths to wipe you down. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he flips you onto your back and takes care of you.

“Thanks, Welt.”

He smiles softly, but doesn’t look at you, focused on his task. He climbs back into the bed once he’s done, flat on his back. You lean over and rest your head on his chest.

Exhaustion weighs you down suddenly. Even though you left the mission early to see Welt, the trip back to the express hadn’t been easy. It feels like you’ll drift off into sleep as soon as you close your eyes. So you do, but not before reaching up to kiss Welt just under his chin.

#welt yang x reader #welt x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #welt yang smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #writing tag

[castielmydarling]

Suptober 2023-Day 3: Inspired

Pen to Paper-672 words on AO3 or below Summary: Dean is away from Cas longer than he likes so he finds a creative way to past the time.

Sam leaves the bathroom giving Dean a quick ‘good night’, the sorry again is left unsaid but Dean hears it all the same.

“Night, Sammy.” Dean clips. He knows it’s not his fault but that doesn’t leave Dean any less annoyed. He heads into the bathroom for his own quick shower. 

Almost a week ago Sam had come to Dean with a quick milk run hunt. ‘Two days, tops’ he said, Dean wasn't really up for it since it meant having to leave Cas behind. 

Before the Empty Cas’ powers weren’t the best but now they seemed to be failing him more. The past couple of weeks have been especially hard, he’s been so tired he’s sleeping more and more. Dean knew Cas would probably insist on coming, always one to put his needs last. 

Sure enough when Dean told Cas about the hunt he started getting out of bed saying he was ready. One look from Dean shut that down. 

“I know you want to help and believe me I want nothing more than for you to come but you’re not ok. And don’t give me that I’m fine crap because I know you’re not.”

Cas sighed conceding that Dean was right. The silver lining was Jack would be staying home too so at least this meant he could have some quality time with him. 

Dean packed quickly, if he waited too long he’d never leave. He went back to the bed, pulling the covers over Cas. He reached down, gently stroking his hair back before giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Sam says two days, we’ll do it in one and I’ll be back before you know it, ok?”

Cas nodded. “Be careful, Dean. I’ll miss you but don’t rush on my account.”

Dean smiled. “Always am. You just rest up and don’t worry about me, ok?” He gave him another quick kiss and set off. 

That was five days ago. 

Sam’s milk run of a hunt turned into a whole damn Costco shopping trip. After the third day Cas was ready to ignore Dean’s pleas to stay home until Jack finally convinced him it was safer for them both if Cas stayed. 

This was the longest they’ve been apart since the Empty and Dean hated every minute of it. He scrolled through the (very) few pictures of them on his phone but it wasn’t enough. He would remedy that the second he got home but for now he did the next best thing-he drew.

He took the notepad from the hotel desk and just started sketching. He didn’t even know what he was drawing until it took shape, Castiel’s eyes. He used a blue pen to fill them in but it didn’t do them justice. 

Then it was his hands. Before they got together he vaguely knew Cas’ hands were big and he liked that. But once they were on him? And those long fingers in him? Well, he became obsessed.

Soon he filled up the notepad with sketches of Cas’s eyes, hands, maybe even some NSFW body parts. Eventually he had to get another pad from the front desk because not only was the hunt taking too damn long but he couldn’t stop drawing. 

Dean finishes his shower and heads to his room. He slowly opens the door trying to not wake Cas in the process. He’s unsuccessful. 

Cas stirs from under the covers. “Dean?” His voice was rough from sleep. 

Dean lays next to him, pulling him close. “Yeah, it’s me. Go back to sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

“How many gallons of milk did you get?” he mumbles, sleepy. 

Dean laughs, “More than enough.”

Cas is back asleep before he can say anymore. 

Dean is exhausted but he’s not tired, not yet. He grabs a pad of paper he thankfully has next to his bed. He does want to take more pictures of him but the urge to draw him like this, in his bed, asleep and peaceful is too strong to resist. 

#suptober23 #destiel fic #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #since these are short i decided i'll start posting them here and ao3

[alovesongshewrote]

3 a.m. Crisis | Eddie Munson x Reader HCs

Plot:  eddie finds you in the middle of a mild crisis [Eddie Munson x GN!Reader]

Word count:  767

Warnings:  mentions of feeling useless/worthless, self-deprecation

A/N: haha, mood

So

You can’t look at eddie munson and tell me that that man has anything resembling a sleep schedule 

The boy is up at 3am one day, and he passes out at 8pm the next

He sleeps when he is tired, and sometimes not even then

It’s a vibe

Aaaaand it’s why he wanders in on you having a 3am crisis shortly after the two of you move in together 

You’re sitting at your small kitchen table, which doubles as a shared desk

In front of you, a thousand papers sit scattered 

Some with writing, some with sketches, and some completely blank 

And you’re just sitting there

Staring at your hands

Bathed the light of a nearby lamp

And the expression on your face is just

Agonized 

He says your name and asks if you’re okay and you jerk your head to look up at him before you say

“Do you ever feel worthless?”

It’s a question that hurts to hear

But before he can even question it, you’re looking back down at the mess in front of you, and you’re asking more questions

“Do you ever feel like everything you create is awful- like everything you even attempt is just bad?  Everything I do, every word, every line, it’s all just wrong.  Everything I touch is a disaster.  Fuck, I’ve been doing this for years, but I’m not improving.  All my peers are better and faster than I am, and I still feel like a goddamned amateur, and I-”

At that point he stops you

Because you are

Spiraling 

He sits next to you at the table and he takes your hands in his and he says 

“Well, you are touching a disaster.”

You have to fight not to smile at that, and it’s a battle he notices 

He gives your hands a squeeze before he continues

“Seriously, though?  I think everyone feels like that sometimes.  Doesn’t make it true.”

You look up at him, and his heart clenches at the look in your eyes

You just

Seem so defeated 

He looks away 

Down at the table

And he sees your work spread out across the wood

He loves it

Just

Instantly, he sees whatever it is you’ve put to the page, and he loves it

He takes one hand from yours for a second to pull the paper closer

You cringe as the mortifying ordeal of being known hits you

You wait for a drawn out silence

You wait for a five minute period where he tries to find something nice to say to spare your feelings

But only a few seconds pass before he says

“You might not want to believe me right now, but this is amazing.”

When you look up at him, he’s still looking down

His eyes glued to the page in his hand

And when he looks at you, your eyes are full of tears 

And you say, in a voice that’s more fragile than you’d like it to be

“Really?”

A grin splits across his face

“Absolutely.  Do you have more of this?”

His smile is infectious, and you find a small version of it on your own face as you pull back from him just a bit so that you can grab something else to show him

By the time he’s done marveling at your works, it’s 4am, and you are in tears

He hasn’t said anything to upset you, it’s just

It’s nice to feel validated

Once he’s run out of papers to look at, he takes your hands again

He kisses them

And then he kisses your tears away, and he says

“Sweet thing, you’re perfect.  BUt, maybe we should go to bed, yeah?”

You huff out a breath and let yourself collapse against him a bit

“Yeah,” you whisper, “You’re right, it’s time for bed.”

You stand with him and stretch, and he heads down the hall while you turn off the lamp

And just as you go to follow him, he runs down the hall

(like a fuckin,,, nightmare creature, because this is eddie munson we’re talking about)

The second he gets to you, he wraps you in his arms, and he kisses you

Deeply

He isn’t a killer, but he is a thief, because in that moment, he steals the air from your lungs

And when he pulls away, he places his forehead against yours and whispers

“Man… you’re everything.”

And you can’t do much else but smile at him

And you think

As your hands run up his arms and over his chest

That maybe not everything you touch is a disaster

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x gender neutral!reader #eddie munson x y/n #x reader

[mauvefayette6]

hello! i saw requests are open. this is pretty long. can i request a knox overstreet x fem!reader where they are bestfriends along with the dead poets (let's just say welton accepts both gender as their students). reader is an artist and loves to paint. she's been painting knox for a while now and admiring him from afar. then, when he went on a date with chris, knox saw the reader destroying canvasses and sketchbook. chris rejected knox cuz she saw how knox's eyes sparkle whenever he talks about her. angst and fluff pretty please. can you make it a bit of a longer fic? no pressure if you don't want to. but it kinda feels good when you read a one-shot that's not rushed and has a plot. THANKK YOUU SOOOO SOOOO MUCH. still, it's your choice if you want to do this or not. ADVANCED THANKKK YOUUU I LOVE YOU.

DENY || Knox Overstreet x fem!Reader

/// POVS CHANGE///

•

1st POV

I locked myself in my dorm, it was Saturday morning and my roommate was out in the Library studying like she always does.

Welton recently began to accept girls and I was one of the lucky ones to be chosen. I wasn't sure why, academically I wasn't the best.

I was working on a small sketch in my sketch book. Sometimes I just allow my hand to take control. When I open my book I'm never sure what I will be painting or sketching.

But this morning it was different, everything felt different. This morning I knew what I wanted to paint.

I set my sketchbook down as I grabbed one of my bigger canvas and began to do a rough sketch.

I heard a knock on the door 20-minutes after I started my sketch.

"Who?" I shouted.

"Knox!" The voice said. My heart dropped as I quickly put the canvas away, I hid my sketchbook under my bed and cleaned myself up.

"Hey Knox," I smiled when I opened the door. He looked around the room before looking at me.

"What were you doing?" He asked.

"Oh, you know... What's up?" I smiled nervously.

"Well, Neil was invited to a party, we were wondering if maybe you'd like to come with us, we'll be sneaking out tonight. What do you say?" He smiled his usual charming smile. I can never bring myself to say no to him.

"Okay, I'll go. I just have to find a way to sneak out." I laughed and he nodded.

"I'll come get you so be ready," he winked before leaving. I sighed relieved, I took my canvas back out and resumed my sketching. I wanted to capture the beauty of Knox Overstreet.

That was my sketch, Knox Overstreet. He was my muse, my inspiration. I would hate to admit this to the rest of the world but he inspires all of my art.

I smiled as I grabbed my paints, my dad was visiting France and sent me some paint for my art. With special exception from Mr. Nolan, I was able to keep my paints and canvases.

The sun was setting, I wasn't even halfway done with the painting, it was a bigger canvas. I decided to call it a night, I put my canvas away and began to clean up. My roommate joined me a while ago, I hadn't noticed she was here.

"I'm going to shower before bed, want to come?" I asked her. She was laying on her bed with a big book in her hand.

"No, I'm going to sleep early, I have big exam on Monday," she yawned. She took her glasses off before she turned around.

I shrugged and walked to the girls shower, there was about five girls when I arrived.

"Hey (Y/n)!" One of the girls shouted waving at me.

"Hey!" I smiled back, I set my things down before hopping in the shower.

"How's it going with Knox?" She winked at me causing my face to heat up.

"Nothing's going on, we are just friends..." I sighed, I continued my shower as she rambled about a boy she met.

Her name is Cassie, she's extremely smart but can say some of the darnest things. She's very popular in every good way, she's talkative and likes to take on more then she can handle. Sometimes it becomes annoying and other times it's admirable.

I said goodnight to her before heading up to my dorm.

The girls dorm is far from the boys dorm and girls had a stricter curfew then boys, which meant a harsher punishment.

I don't think it's very fair my parents on the other hand think it's amazing that the curfew is strict on girls.

I laid awake on my bed, I was anxious but at the same excited. It was going to be my first high school party. Ever since joining Welton parties and social gatherings were cut to zero.

I heard a soft knock, I tiptoed to the door and opened it. Knox's flashlight hit me straight in the eyes.

"Are you trying to blind me?" I whispered and he chuckled softly.

"Hurry, I was almost caught sneaking here," He rushed me and I followed.

We sped walked out of Welton and towards the gate where the rest were hiding in bushes.

"I swear if I get some sort of rash from these plants I'm taking everyone to court," I heard Charlie angrily yet softly complain.

"I got her, let's hurry before someone catches us," Knox ran first, then Charlie. Neil and Todd ran together and I ran after. Meeks and Pitts were the last to run out of Welton, they were usually the brains of everything we do.

"Did you guys not invite Cameron?" I asked once we were at a good distance away.

"Why? So he can snitch and get us all in trouble?" Charlie said rolling his eyes.

"Charlie convinced us not to invite him," Neil whispered to me with a laugh.

"How far is the party?" Todd asked after a while of silence.

"Just a bit further," Knox told him flashing his light. "It's about twenty or so minutes away from the school.

"Fantastic, we are going to be off our knockers walking back to Welton," Charlie complained.

"Then you shouldn't have come Charles, if all you were going to do is complain," Meeks rolled his eyes. He was carrying a flashlight, one of the three who actually brought one.

It was about 9 o clock when we arrived at their party.

"We met here at 12am," Knox told us before entering.

Neil and Todd went towards two very pretty looking girls. Steven and Pitts went towards the red solo cup table. Charlie disappeared somewhere and Knox, well Knox went towards a girl.

She was very pretty, blonde hair up to her chin, baby blue eyes and a beautiful complexion. She would be anyones dream girl.

I stood there, no cared to introduce me to anyone. That's when a slightly tipsy teen boy walked over to me. I hated the scent of alcohol, I looked at him in disgust before walking away.

I entered the kitchen for a glass of water, "designated driver?" A persons voice asked.

"Huh?" I asked turning to face the stranger. He had slick back brown hair and big brown eyes.

"You're drinking water at a party, the only reason I could come up with is if you're driving your friends home," he chuckled.

"Oh! No just not a fan of drinking," I laughed and he nodded.

"Why so alone?" He asked.

"My friends ditched me," I shrugged.

"Not fun, you go to Ridgeway?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I go to less popular Welton Prep School," I laughed.

"Ouch, how is that like?" We continued our small talk before he said goodbye and left. He was charming and not awful looking.

A tall blonde girl walked over to me with a smile and hugged me.

"Enjoying the party?" She asked, she had a sort of British accent.

"Yes, having a blast," I smiled back.

"I can tell by the look in your face that you're swell," she smiled before leaving.

Meeks then walked up to me with a devastated expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked him and he shrugged.

"Pitts ditched me for some brunette girl," he muttered pouring himself a drink.

I then walked away to find Knox, it was hard to miss him. Tall brunette boy with hazel brown eyes. It was harder to miss when a girl was attached to his lips.

Charlie appeared out of no where next to me, "you'll be okay." That was all he said before bringing me in for a hug.

I was confused at first, why would I not be okay? My best friend and long time crush was just casually Frenching a girl at a high school party.

I pulled away from the hug and looked at him confused.

"Why would I not be okay?" I asked and he looked confused.

"Aren't you in love with him?" He asked and I shook my head. Deny, deny, deny; that's what my dad always told me.

"I'm not, Knox and I are just friends..." Those words hurt me, it hurt to have to say it.

"Oh... then ignore my comment," he shrugged and left.

I felt my heart break, my stomach turned and I felt like throwing up. I walked towards the restroom and did what I had to do.

"Alright in there?" I heard Neil ask.

"Just fantastic Neil!" I shouted. I cleaned myself up before stepping out.

"Too much to drink?" He asked and I shook my head in disgust.

"I wouldn't touch a bottle of alcohol in my life," I told him and he rolled his eyes.

"Was it because you saw Knox Frenching Chris?" He asked.

Chris, so that was the girl he was with.

"No, why does everyone assume I'm in love with Knox?" I asked a bit annoyed. Deny, Deny, Deny.

"Oh, sorry." He mumbled walking away from me. I sat on the couch next to two teens devouring each others face.

The party went by slow as people danced and made out with each other.

Knox sat next to me with a huge smile on his face.

"What's up with you?" I asked him and he just smiled wider.

"I just asked out the prettiest girl... ever," he looked at me. I felt my heart ache as I looked away from him. We have been friends for so long and he's had loads of crushes, why do I feel like this now?

"Good on you Knox," I faked a smile.

"We are going on a date Sunday, we are going to this cafe. She says it has really good smoothies." He rambled on but I zoned out.

After a while we met up at the front, Charlie looked sick and pale. Todd looked like he always does, Neil looked a little too happy. Pitts was no where to be found and Steven was asleep in a couch. Knox had to carry him, we weren't able to find Pitts so we left without him.

We sneaked back inside the school,

"See everyone in the morning," I whispered before running towards my dorm. My roommate was still sound asleep, she looks so peaceful.

I fell asleep a while after hitting the bed. The next morning was a Sunday and I decided to sleep in.

I heard a fast knock, my roommate opened it.

"Knox?" She said which made my heart drop, I remembered everything from last night.

"Is (Y/n) (L/n) awake?" He asked, he knows me too well.

"Well, I assume because of your loud and desperate knock she is awake," she laughed. She walked over to me and shook me slightly.

I opened my eyes, "what?" I mumbled.

"Knox Overstreet is here," she whispered. I closed my eyes before getting up.

"(Y/n) I'm in need of a girls assistance," he sounded eager.

What's going on?" I asked walking towards him, "I should change first."

I closed the door and got into some casual clothes. "Okay, what do you need?"

"Remember when I said I'm going on a date with Chris?" He said and I nodded.

"I want to get her a gift and I need your help to find a perfect one, who knows more about girls then another girl?" He smiled. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him.

"Fine. I'll help you, what's the budget?" We began walking towards the exit/entrance of the school.

"I was thinking anything under $10 or so," he nodded. "Depending though, if it's jewelry then maybe $11." He laughed.

We walked in to town as he described what he wanted to get her. He talked about getting her a book but he wasn't sure what genre she liked. Then he wanted to buy her flowers but didn't want to be cliché and get her roses. He ended up buying her a bracelet.

It was a pretty bracelet, I picked it out. He described her as beautiful as a swan would be and that's what he got. A swan themed charm bracelet. It was under budget which was amazing.

We walked to a bookstore, if I traveled all the way here I would like to get something for myself. We entered the store and I began to browse around.

"I've been wanting to red more Walt Whitman, what do you think?" I asked as I looked over the poetry section.

"Hmm, I like Whitman, he has very nice work," he smiled.

"It's decided, I'll get this Whitman book, an Emily Dickenson one and then I'll get this Alice in Wonderland story." I grabbed the books. He smiled at me and my heart fluttered.

"Knox?" A feminine voice called. He turned and smiled, the smile felt different.

I turned and saw Chris walking up to us, "hi!"

I looked at her and then at Knox, "I should go and pay for these." I turned away to the register.

I paid for the items and headed out, I wasn't sure if I should say goodbye or just go. I decided to just walk back to Welton. I felt sad, I thought a lot about it.

I walked over to Charlie's dorm making sure no one saw me before I knocked.

"Come in!" He shouted and I opened the door and walked in. I sat on his bed, thank goodness that Cameron wasn't here.

Other then Knox I was closest to Charlie. We met when he and Knox became friends.

"What's wrong?" He asked facing me. I burst out in tears, he came over and hugged me.

"I love him Charlie, I'm in love with him," I cried hugging him back.

"I know, if hurts," he rubbed my back as I sobbed harder. I never wanted to admit it, I'm in love with my best friend.

"It hurts to see him with her, the way he looks at her," I sobbed louder hugging him tighter.

"Let it all out," he whispered.

"I wish he liked me not Chris, I'm an idiot for not telling him sooner," I silently cried for what seemed like hours. I laid in his bed after no tears came out.

"We should go get dinner," he whispered once he saw the sun was setting.

"I'm not sure if I'm in the mood to eat.." I mumbled sadly.

"Nonsense, let's go. You can't stay in here anyways if Cameron sees you here he'll report you." He chuckled.

We walked towards the dinning hall, girls and boys were separated, they really didn't want us talking to each other.

I sat by my roommate and her friends. I looked off in the distance.

"Someones in love," I heard the annoying voice of Betty Smith giggle. "I bet it's with Knox Overstreet."

"Isn't he going steady with Chris Noel from Ridgeway?" Another girl asked. They began to gossip about the alleged relationship. I had to suffer through it and eat.

After dinner we walked towards our dorm rooms.

"(Y/n) wait up!" Knox called, I turned to my roommate who waved goodbye and continued her walk.

"How was the date?" I asked.

"It was... alright," he shrugged, "you disappeared on me."

"Oh, yeah. I didn't want to interrupt you two on your date," I faked a laugh and smile.

"I was worried," he mumbled. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. I looked away and up.

"I should go, you should too. If they see us together I might get into some trouble," I smiled.

"Okay, goodnight..." He said sadly before walking away.

I walked towards my dorm, tears threatening to fall. I quickly put my night wear on and climbed into bed. I hugged my pillow and quietly sobbed.

The next morning was Monday, Knox went on and on about Chris. We sat at the study room, the only room girls and boys were allowed to mix.

"She's really pretty," he sighed dreamily. I rolled my eyes as I attempted to concentrate on my book.

"We get it Knox," Charlie snapped. He angrily closed his book and stormed out.

"What's his deal?" Knox mumbled.

"You've been going on and on about Chris since yesterday Knox, it's getting annoying." Pitts mumbled as he too began to pack his things.

"You guys think?" Knox mumbled sadly.

"We get you're deeply and madly in love with her but come on," Meeks too started packing his things.

"I don't think it's annoying," Todd said, "I think it's nice how much you like her."

I began to pack my stuff and without excusing myself I walked out. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wanted to get over him so badly.

I walked to my dorm, luckily my roommate wasn't there.

I grabbed my canvas, the big one I was working on and destroyed it. I grabbed my sketchbooks and ripped out every painting of Knox I ever made, which was almost all of the paintings. I threw them into a trash bag and began sobbing.

"Idiot," I repeated over and over again. The door opened and in came my roommate.

"Are you okay?" She closed the door and sat next to me. I shook my head and continued to sob.

"Is it because of Knox?" She asked and I nodded.

"I think I like him... like in a romantic way?" I whispered wiping away my tears.

"Yeah, I had my suspicions." She hugged me and I hugged back.

"I want to get over him but I just can't? I want to support him and be there for him but it's hard," I cried.

"You need to rest, it's almost lights out for girls dorm," she whispered.

I nodded and climbed into bed, I didn't bother to change into my night wear. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The week went by as normal, I tried to fake my smile any time Knox talked about Chris.

"Let's go into town on Saturday ?" He asked and I shrugged. That was Friday, it's now Saturday and I was getting ready.

I heard a knock and opened it, I smiled when I saw Knox.

"Ready?" He asked and I nodded. We walked out in mostly silence, it's been a while since it was just Knox and I.

"Where should we go first?" He asked and I thought for a second.

"I could go for a smoothie right now," I smiled. We began walking to a smoothie stand and ordered our drinks.

"Do you think I'm annoying?" He asked out of no where.

"Not at all why?" I answered.

"I feel like we've been growing apart, maybe I'm paranoid?" He mumbled.

"I haven't been feeling that at all," I lied with a smile. He shrugged and we continued our walk.

We stopped at a few shops and got ice cream. We laughed and joke, it felt like we were back to normal.

"Knox!" The familiar voice of Chris shouted. We both turned around. He smiled, but yet again his smile felt different.

I've known Knox almost his entire life and I know a lot about him. But I wasn't able to recognize this smile.

The only other time I saw it was when he talked to Betty Smith in 8th when she came up to us. He used that exact smile, a smile that could be described as annoyed, happy and sad.

"Hey Chris!" He said as she walked up to us. She was out with her friends who stood besides her.

"Hey (Y/n)," she smiled.

"Hi Chris," I smiled back.

"What are you doing in town?" Knox asked. They began to chat with each other, I felt ignored and pushed to the side. If I could I would've started crying right there.

Knox glanced at me and then back at Chris and to her friends.

"We should be on our way," he smiled.

"Oh come join us! We are going to this fancy restaurant a few minutes from here," she smiled.

"I'm not in the mood to eat," I lied. "But you can go Knox."

Knox looked at me and then at Chris, he looked a little sad and confused.

"I'll be fine Knox," I whispered faking my smile.

Knox shrugged and I said goodbye to him, I walked back to the school still trying to hold in my tears. I don't want to third wheel Knox and Chris and I don't want to get in the middle of their blossoming relationship.

I sat at the student lounge when Knox entered the room. He immediately saw me, but it felt different.

"Can we talk?" He asked and I raised an eyebrow but followed him anyways.

We were in an empty hallway, the sun was setting and he looked angry.

"What's wrong?" I asked and he shook his head.

"You're becoming distant, at first I thought I was crazy but you are!" He shouted.

"What?" I stuttered confused. I've never seen him this annoyed.

"Yeah! I kept telling myself that we are just growing up," he shook his head. "But no, it's you. You're pulling away from me!"

"It's not my fault entirely though!" I shouted back.

"We are best friends (Y/n)! I know when you're annoyed and sad!" He looked sad.

"I'm sorry Knox..." I whispered tears threatening to fall.

"Sorry?" He whispered back more calm. I nodded and looked away.

"I— I don't know an easier way to say this..." I mumbled.

"Just say it, we are best friends and I want to help you and it's not easy if you won't tell me whats wrong." He looked at me, I could tell.

"Knox. I like you, I like you a lot and seeing you with Chris hurt me. But We are just friends and I tried to be happy and I wanted to be there for you," I whispered the tears now falling. "I wanted to be happy for you, be excited that you're in love with a really beautiful girl."

The silence overcame us, we stood there looking at each other.

"I know, I know you don't feel the same," I cried. "I just really hope we can still be friends... maybe not best friends hut friends..."

Knox looked at me and nodded. I walked away from him and towards the girls dorms.

•Knox's POV•

I watched her walk away, my heart ached and my body shook. All these years of denying and she finally confesses.

The second I start to try and get over her she confesses to me. I was angry, confused and overall upset by this. I couldn't believe she told me and I stood there like an idiot.

I walked up and towards Neil's dorm where Todd was laying on his bed reading a book. I sat by him in silence. He looked at me confused but didn't say anything.

"I'm an idiot," I whispered to him. "She told me she liked me and I stood there like an idiot."

"Chris?" He asked confused.

"No, (Y/n)... She told me she liked me." He was silent and I was too.

"How do you feel about her?" He asked me and I shrugged.

"I've always liked her, as friends and as more. But she's never shown interest in me until now, or maybe I just never seen it before," I mumbled.

"Well... What do you want to do?" He asked patting my shoulder.

"Honestly? I want to hug her and tell her that I love her too, but I'm afraid?" I looked at him and he looked at me.

"Maybe you should go tell her that you like her too?" He laughed and I shook my head.

"I'm not sure it's a good time right now..." I sighed and got up. "Thanks Todd, I'll see you in the morning."

"Maybe we should call for a meeting tomorrow and you can confess then?" He suggested and I thought about it.

"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea," I smiled at him. "I'll ask Charlie to convince her to go."

I walked over to Charlie's dorm and knocked.

"Knox?" He said surprised once he opened the door.

"I wanted to ask you a favor," I sighed. "Can you convince (Y/n) of going to the meeting tomorrow?"

"There's a meeting tomorrow?" Charlie asked confused.

"Yeah, Todd and I decided it would be a great time to have one!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, alright? What did you do to her that I need to convince her?" Charlie asked but I left, I was too ashamed to tell him.

I fell asleep doubting myself and wishing I could've told her I did like her.

I woke up and realized I had agreed to a date with Chris, I facepalmed and forced myself out of bed. First thing I did was tell Todd who agreed to push it back to when I got back.

I rushed into town and saw Chris standing. I walked up to her and took a deep breath.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," I chuckled. She just gave me a smile and we began walking.

"I've been thinking, long and hard about this Knox," she came to a stop and looked into my eyes. "I don't think this is going to work out."

"What?" I said taken aback by this. I was relieved but at the same time shocked.

"I know you like her, (Y/n). The way you look at her and talk about her..." She went quiet. "I know, and I want you to be happy."

"Chris..." I whispered and she brought me in for a hug.

"Invite me to the wedding," she laughed. She walked away from me. I smiled and walked back towards the school.

I knocked on Todd's dorm room where he and Neil waited.

Neil smiled and went to gather the rest of the group.

Me, Todd, Neil, Pitts, Meeks and even Cameron walked towards the cave as Charlie had to go get (Y/n).

It looked cloudy and I groaned.

"Should we post pone the meeting?" Neil asked as he noticed the clouds.

"We are already so far it'll be pointless to go..." Pitts mumbled. We sighed and continued our walk there.

I sat by Todd. "Chris and ai broke things off."

"Oh, how do you feel?" He asked and I shrugged.

"I don't think I ever really liked her in any way other than friendship?" I said confused.

"Well, as long as no one was hurt," he smiled.

We waited for what seemed like forever for Charlie and (Y/n) to come.

We began to worry they weren't going to come.

"We are here!" Charlie shouted as he ran inside. "Took a bit of peer pressure and lots of convincing but here she is!"

(Y/n) entered and rolled her eyes, she went inside and we locked eyes. Her eyes were sad, red and puffy like she's been crying. Her roommate stood next to her.

"Of course she wanted to bring her leech so here she is too." Charlie laughed and sat by Neil.

"Thanks stranger I met an hour ago for that lovely introduction," she sarcastically said before sitting down. (Y/n) sat besides her.

"What even is this?" She asked and the cave went silent.

"A secret society," Charlie muttered.

"We read poetry and discus current world problems and the dread of our parents high expectations." Neil began, he stood up in front of us like he usually does.

"My dad has been pressuring me into joining a military school in Alabama," Neil announced. "I convinced him to let me stay here in Welton if I become Valedictorian and a prefect."

"My grandad wants me to go to University in London where he went," Meeks mumbled. "I don't have a choice.

"My parents gave me an option, they said I either go to Yale and graduate as Valedictorian or I get disowned," Pitts laughed.

It went on like this where everyone shared something that was currently happening to them, good or bad.

I stood up which caught their attention.

"I made a mistake yesterday," I announced. "I indirectly rejected the girl of my dreams."

I looked over to (Y/n) with a smile and she shook her head and walked out. That's when I noticed it was raining.

I ran after her, "(Y/n)!" I shouted as I caught up to her. She turned to face me, she had tears falling from her eyes.

"Stop it Knox! You're playing with my emotions!" She shouted angrily.

"I'm not!" I said back. "I like you I do!"

"Why now? Did Chris reject you? Did she break your heart so you come to me?" She asked hurt.

"No! No! Chris and I were never going to work out!" I said back. The rain was making it hard to see.

She went silent and looked away, I brought her in for a hug. She cried onto my shoulder as she hugged back.

"I've liked you for so long, I just wasn't strong enough to tell you," I whispered.

She broke away from the hug and looked into my eyes.

She looked so beautiful, even if she was wet with rain water. Her eyes beautiful and her hair still amazing. I caressed her cheek and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked her and she looked away.

My heart began to race, maybe I was moving too quick?

"Yeah, I would like that... a lot." She chuckled and looked in my eyes with a smile.

I leaned down and closed my eyes and she did the same. The rain was still falling as I placed my lips on hers. It was beautiful, her lips were soft and smelled wonderfully. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around her waist.

We stayed that way, kissing, for a few moments before we heard the leaves crunching.

"Knox?!" I heard someone call.

"(Y/n)!" Another voice yelled. We broke away and rested our foreheads on each others. I smiled and she did the same.

"You look beautiful," I whispered.

"And you look handsome," she whispered back.

"There you guys are!" Charlie ran up to us and smirked. "We got worried you guys weren't coming back."

"We see why now," Neil laughed.

"Are you guys... together?" Meeks asked confused.

"I swear I think we are in different universes from our friends," Pitts whispered to Meeks who nodded.

"We should run back or we'll all die," Charlie laughed and we all began walking back.

The rain began to clear up the closer to the school we got. It's a good thing it wasn't the middle of the night.

"What does this mean?" (Y/n) asked me.

"We are a couple now," I smiled.

"Cool," she smiled and looked away. She's so beautiful when she gets shy.

I can proudly now say that (Y/n) and I are a couple, together. Hopefully this lasts forever.

#dps #dead poets society #dead poets society scenarios #neil perry #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #todd anderson #gerard pitts #steven meeks #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x fem!reader #knox overstreet one shot #knox overstreet x reader #mr keating

[izzy-b-hands]

"Be my guest."

"I will."

"Go on then."

"I shall!"

"Are either of you actually going to rouse the crew?" Stede yawns. "Because I'm going back to bed regardless."

"Izzy wil-," Ed pauses. "No. I'll go wake them up! Izzy, you...I don't know what else to tell you to do."

"I order him to stay here," Stede pats the bed. "Izzy, before it gets cold."

"Is he serious?"

"Do you want the extra sleep?"

Like that, Izzy's boots are off and he's curled under the blankets with Stede.

Out on the deck, there are piles of crew members littered, snuggled together, sharing pillows and sheets and rough hewn blankets.

He strides out to the most approximate middle of them all, and immediately freezes.

He's not actually heard what Izzy says now to wake them up. It can't be that dissimilar to what he used to use.

"Everyone up! Last man asleep is dead!"

"What the fuck," Lucius pops up, eyes still half shut. "Ed? Wh-"

"Who the fuck was that?" Wee John calls. "I'll skin him alive!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Ed peers down to Roach, growling and rolling over his feet.

"You do all know this is me, right? Ed?"

"Five more minutes."

"Blackbeard?"

"I will stab you in the eye!" is Jim's contribution, though the tossed knife whizzes past his ear instead.

"Is this a joke?"

"You're a joke!"

"Pete!"

And that's it. They all snuggle back down and yank their blankets over them, as if he's said nothing at all.

"I said I would get everyone up for the day, and I meant it!"

Nothing. Not even a knife or a kick or a punch. That's somehow worse than the previous protests.

"Well," Ed pauses. If he does what he's considering, he'll invalidate exactly what he's trying to do.

But he also doesn't have all fucking day.

"Get the fuck up, or I'll tell Izzy-"

That at least brings most of them back to sitting up, blearily fussing about to roll up and stow their things until the night.

--

"Went well, did it?"

"It did," Ed replies and sits by Izzy at the table. "As you can see, breakfast is on time."

"We definitely were up right on time," Roach adds as he sets down another plate.

"Okay," Izzy says. "That's...good."

"Right. Ed said up, and we were. Up, that is."

"I'm glad. The coffee is good, by the way."

Roach frowns. "Is this a bit? With you two...never mind. Thank you, about the coffee."

"Are you done then?" Izzy asks Ed. "Pretending you really want to take over my tasks for a day? Because if you are, I'd like to attend to them."

"I am not done, and waking them up was easy."

"Tell a worse lie, please."

"As if you do any better!"

"I didn't say I did."

On Izzy's other side, Stede sighs heavily and sips his tea.

--

"Chores," Ed declares. "Easy enough! Who usually does what?"

The crew stares at him.

"Don't be shy!"

"Izzy almost made me scrape barnacles once," Lucius offers.

"Good! You can do that tod-"

"Oh no, I didn't actually. I sketched Fang instead."

"Ah. You could do that again, I suppose."

"My pleasure," Lucius grins and motions for Fang.

"That's not a chore though," Pete says.

"Babe!"

"I'm sorry, but it isn't! I mean...unless you like, sketched both of us together, maybe."

"Sure?" Ed says, and peers at the chore wheel Izzy had given him.

It's got a fine layer of dust on it, and suddenly it's clear why.

"Um. Anyone else? I could even help you-"

"You should sketch me and Ed together," Pete interrupts. "Fang can help pose us, right Fang?"

An eager nod from Fang, and then he's being hustled off by the four of them, with the rest of the crew dispersing to hopefully tackle the rest of the daily work.

--

"This is lovely," Stede sets the sketch down. "But someone did scrape the barnacles, yes? Izzy said they've been cutting into our speed, with how they've layered on."

Izzy shoots him a look. "It's okay if the answer is no."

"What if the answer is yes?" Ed asks. "Then what?"

"Then I'd say you went and did it yourself, after you realised no one else was going to."

Ed peels off his gloves to show off the cuts and scour marks on his hands. "Forgot how much it hurts."

"You never do get wholly used to it."

"So," Stede frowns. "What did the crew actually do for the last four hours then?"

"Something," Ed replies as definitively as he can.

"That...I can't say that that's wrong. So alright."

Izzy's shoulders shake with giggles.

"Okay then, well, wait until this evening! I'll have them in line for dinner and washing up and the bedtime story chapter!" Ed says. "I won't even have to shout or really even ask them I bet."

"Ed," Izzy smiles. "Just do your best."

--

"Come on, please!"

"You sound like Izzy," Frenchie says. "There's your issue."

"But even if it wasn't Izzy as my first mate," Ed protests. "There would still be someone going round, making sure things are done and that everyone lines up in a timely manner for meals and whatnot. Someone shouting out my and Stede's orders!"

"Oh, we'd probably not listen much to them either then. You aren't hiring anyone else for that, are you?"

"No, why?"

"Because he's an angry little fecker," Wee John interjects. "But we like him well enough now. I don't even think he's all that angry anymore, really. Just puts on the show and knows we'll listen or get things done eventually."

"Exactly," Frenchie nods. "We've even gotten him to laugh."

"Well, I've done that too. Just been a bit," Ed scoffs. "We've been busy."

"He sings well," Olu offers. "Told us if we take turns helping more with the barnacles-"

"They're not that bad," Jim interrupts.

"Actually," Ed winces and shows off his hands, gloves off. "They were very bad. Not bad enough to be a horrible danger yet, but...we should really do some repairs on that part of the hull though. Make sure they weren't loadbearing barnacles, which they may have been."

"Anyway," Olu continues. "He said in exchange he would teach us some new shanties, or some different versions of the ones we know."

"You all spend the day shouting at him, with him shouting back-"

"And it works," Buttons claps a hand on his shoulder. "Now, what were you asking us to do?"

Ed pinches the bridge of his nose. "I forgot. I fucking forgot."

"Happens to Izzy a lot too," Frenchie says gently. "It's why we do this and distract him. Works really well."

"Yeah, I see that."

"Since we've got a moment of free time then, can I offer you an idea?"

--

He jogs into the room and prods Izzy. "Get up!"

"Stede said I could nap. Has it been fifteen minutes already?"

"He told me you were supposed to be sleeping for an hour."

"I can't actually nap that long, Edward. You know that."

Ed rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Point is, the crew had an excellent idea! Well, mostly Frenchie, but everyone else agreed, anyway: that I should practice ordering them about by ordering you around for the rest of the night!"

"Uh huh. And who is making sure they get things done in the meantime then?"

"...probably Olu?"

"He usually does. What exactly am I being ordered to do then?"

"To enjoy your nap, and sleep!"

"You woke me up to tell me this?"

"You weren't sleeping!"

Izzy yawns. "I wasn't. I could now though. Are...you just going to stare at me, and make sure I-"

"Sleep? Yeah, I guess. Though the way you said it makes it feel weird," Ed frowns.

"Could lay down yourself. Bonnet claims this bed could fit four."

"Bullshit."

"That's what I told him."

Ed kicks off his boots and gently shoves Izzy over as he climbs in. "I'll supervise your nap from here. Then, in a couple of hours, it'll be dinner and I'll supervise you there."

"So we'll all have dinner together like normal?"

Ed nods and yawns and snuggles against him. "Yeah. Why the fuck do you do this job, by the way? Tiring as fuck."

"Not sure what else I'd do."

"Hmm. I should order you to take more naps then."

"If you dare."

"I do so dare."

--

"Thank fuck," Stede sighs and dips out of the room. "They both look to be asleep, finally. You lot can get things done now, and I don't have to worry about the two of them coming up with some other asinine test for one another."

"I don't think one nap is gonna stop that," Olu says. "And we didn't actually do anything all that differently today. But the break is nice, and they could use the sleep."

"Couldn't we all," Stede nods. "I'll wake them for dinner."

"Right, so either Lucius or me or Jim should come and wake all three of you for dinner."

"I'm going back in there to read, not to sleep!"

"Whatever you say."

"I will be wide awake," Stede declares, and steps back into the room, shutting the door behind him.

Olu shakes his head, and heads back to the deck. With the three of them, it's a wonder some days how anything ever gets done.

#text post #long post #flavours of blackhands and steddyhands in this but nothing outright #just v silly akdnfkyn

[adgaea]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44211868

Impaled Palm

TW: Blood, injury, impaled palm

What happens when Tony Stark impales his palm?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

@badthingshappenbingo

Tony was bored as he finished up some paperwork that Pepper had sent him. The only thing keeping him awake was the fact that he was running on an ungodly amount of coffee and the fact that in only a few hours his protege would be coming to work in the lab. He really hated insomnia sometimes.

Eventually he was able to retreat to his lab and start working on one of his projects.

He bops his head to his music as he works.

Only, when the kid finally arrived at the lab, Tony lost his concentration.

Peter walked into the lab and the music stopped and Tony automatically went to turn and greet the kid, completely forgetting that he was working with sharp materials that should be handled delicately.

Tony’s greeting to Peter was cut off and he just yelped and cringed. Poor Peter had just stopped and started to stare at Tony’s now impaled hand with wide eyes.

Peter was the first to speak “Um, Fri, please get medical down here. Mr. Stark had impaled his hand.”

Peter carefully crept closer once he’d broken out of his surprised stupor. He cringed as he saw that Tony just looked fascinated as blood started rolling down his arm. Peter made a noise of surprise as Tony moved his hand and started rotating it.

Peter couldn’t keep the look of utter shock off of his face as Tony simply said “Huh, I think this looks good. Maybe I can base my next nanotech design off of how this blood is flowing down my arm. It seems to be running in a smooth track.”

Peter just gaped and said “Uh…Uh, Mr. Stark, what do I do?”

Tony just said “Nothing kid, just get me some paper, I need to sketch this idea out before I lose the design pattern. It’ll be different using my non-dominant hand to sketch, but I’ll make do.”

Peter said “Wh-what? NO! You shouldn’t be moving or something! I don’t know?! What do I do, FRI?”

FRIDAY responded “Just try to remain calm. Medical personnel will arrive shortly.”

Sooner rather than later, after Peter finally got Tony to stop grabbing for something to sketch with or on, medical personnel arrived and started to help Tony.

Tony didn’t like other people being in his lab, but these medical people knew him so well, and could easily put up with his fuss.

As Tony was being escorted out of the room he was bemoaning “NOOOO! I lost the design! It’s gone!”

FRIDAY seemingly deadpanned “The footage of the injury has been noted, Boss. Once you regain your full mental capacities, it will be available for your use if you seriously consider using it for a design idea.”

Tony just shouted “YAY!” and proceeded to pass out. Luckily, he was already on a gurney. The medical personnel at the lab took every injury quite seriously.

Peter just stood in the lab for a minute after they left. Too shocked to do or say anything but say “What the F—” and hope that his mentor would be alright.

~~~~~~

Tony woke up with a massive headache, and was greeted with Pepper’s quite annoyed face.

Tony cringed and said “What’d I do this time?”

Pepper rolled her eyes and replied “You impaled your palm and freaked the kid out. This is why I tell you never to work in the lab if you’ve had less than five hours of sleep per night.”

Tony cringed and said “Please tell me that I didn’t bleed all over the kid or scar him for life or anything? Oh man, please tell me that I didn’t accidentally hurt him?!”

Pepper snickered and said “No, you didn’t. He just panicked a little bit after you were brought here because you were hurt, and he thought that it was his fault.”

Tony cringed and questioned “Is he still here?”

Pepper nodded and said “I’ll go get him.”

Soon, Peter was in the room with Tony.

He looked kind of sheepish until Tony motioned him over.

He sat in the chair by Tony’s bed and Tony made a motion for him to grab his hand.

Peter did as requested.

Tony smiled as Peter looked him in the eyes.

He said “Kid, don’t blame yourself for my dumbass mistakes. I’m the one who was running on an ungodly amount of coffee and went to the lab when I really shouldn't have. I’ve been so busy with meetings and other things that I just didn’t sleep, partially due to my insomnia, and I made a stupid decision that got myself hurt. I’m just glad that you didn’t get hurt too.”

Peter smiled and said “I’m just glad that you’re relatively fine now. You’d never acted that odd around me before. You just zoned out for a little bit while staring at your hand and wanted something to sketch with because you were entranced with the way the blood was running down your arm. It just freaked me out.”

Tony rubbed soothing circles into the back of Peter’s hand as he said “I’m alright now, kiddo. I can promise you that I’ll do my best not to scare you like that again. I just wasn’t thinking right. Now, give me a hug. I’m injured and I need some spider-baby hugs. They’re quite healing.”

Peter laughed and got up to hug Tony. The palm impaling had scared him, but at least Tony seemed to be taking it pretty well now that he’d slept a little while after the wound was treated. May had even let him stay in his room at the tower overnight because he’d been too anxious and worried about Tony.

Tony couldn’t help but yawn, and soon he’d fallen asleep again with the knowledge that his kid wasn’t mad at him, and that his bout of insomnia hadn’t caused him to accidentally hurt the kid.

#bad things happen bingo #impaled palm #blood #injury #tony stark #peter parker #i love reading #i love writing #i love fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #insomnia #worry #anxiety

[hannie-dul-set]

PAIRING. huang renjun x fem! reader. GENRE. high school! au, suggestive. WARNINGS. attempted murder, mentions of blood and self injury, veryy descriptive kissing, mc has a few screws lost, swearing, depictions of unstable behavior. WORD COUNT. 1.8k GENRAL TAGLIST. @danishmiilk @wownajaemin @leejunini @astroboy-lele @unknown5tar @yunoyeol @w0nni3wrld @charm-art @bat-shark-repellant @keemburley @deliciouslyyellow​ (pls dm me to be added/removed!)

NOTE. ah yes, the only two genres: murder and making out. inspired by the dream i mentioned earlier. different events, but same vibe HAHA. disclaimer that no matter how much you hate your academic rival, never ever turn to attempted murder! thank you and enjoy

huang renjun— with all his picture perfect smiles, prim and proper tucked in shirts, a pretty face enough to have you on your knees, and with a perfect gpa to top it all off— was someone you wanted.

wanted six feet under the ground.

“hey, congrats!”

speak of the fucking devil.

“you always do really well,” huang renjun towers over you in front of your desk as you sit down. you look up from the wrinkled certificate that have the abhorrent words second honorable mention printed on it's scented surface, only to face his fucking face instead. he beams at you with a smile. you feel convulsions wringing inside your throat. “congratulations again.”

you don't miss the first honor certificate tucked between his books in a measly attempt of concealment. it takes everything in your power to force out something of a smile.

“thanks. you too.”

with that, he quickly scurries away into his seat next to yours with red ears.

your first period teacher enters, beginning class with a greeting, but your mind is elsewhere.

it’s only midterms, you breathe out through your nose, hugging your arms above your desk while sketching out a study plan for the rest of the semester in your head. there’s enough time before graduation. the hold you had on yourself gradually becomes tighter.

still, you know that even if you worked yourself day and night until you bled cold and crimson, huang renjun would still be one step ahead. you bite down your lip, peeling off the dry skin with a sourness writhing in your gut, digging your fingers deeper into your arms. if only he were gone. you leer at the boy diligently taking his notes beside you. if only he were gone gone gone gone—

your eyes widen, ignoring the blood staining your nails.

if only he were gone.

after class, you walk up to his desk and asked if he wanted to work on the physics homework at his place tomorrow. he says yes with starry eyes in a heartbeat.

the next day, renjun couldn’t wait for the final bell to ring. you, too, couldn’t remain in your seat— albeit for a different reason. so when the ringing occurs, the both of you don’t waste a second in finally heading out of the campus.

it’s a silent walk to his place, a standard suburban neighborhood, the sky slowly turning orange in the background. every time you turn your head to look at him, he looks back with a small smile, and you can’t help your hands from twitching at your sides.

renjun unlocks the door and meekly welcomed you inside.

“you can leave your shoes here,” he says, digging his keys into the back pocket of his school slacks with dangling noises. you look at him, smiling, and with a soft hum you leave your school shoes next to his, trailing behind him into the living room.

looking around, you ask him. “are your parents home?” there was an opening that leads to the kitchen, glass doors showing the backyard. the stairs that lead to the second floor are made of sleek, dark oak. it’s a modern interior. they have a fireplace inside.

“no,” he breathes out, wetting his dry throat with a swallow before turning back to face you. “they’re out on business. i don’t think they’ll be home until the weekend.”

the both of you stop right in front of the staircase.

“i see.”

he quickly muffles a cough and leads you up to his room.

the inside of renjun’s room is neat— organized books on the shelf and sheets neatly pressed. There’s a set of candles beside his bed. you hold back a scoff. as expected from the top student.

your eyes flit over from the window above his bed to look at him, instead.

“you don’t have to be so nervous around me, you know,” you muse, dropping down your bag to join him on the floor. worksheets littered with numbers and constants, gravity and acceleration, all scatter on the floor. they blow with the wind knowing that they wouldn’t even be filled in, anyway.

“sorry,” renjun sputters out, loosening his striped necktie with two fingers. his vision is kept trained on the wall behind you. “i’m not— i’m not doing it on purpose.”

you adjust your legs on the floor, skirt riding. “is there a reason?”

“a reason?” he gulped.

“why you can’t look me in the eye.”

renjun thinks he sees the corners of your lips twitching upwards.

“i’ll— i’ll go open the window, it’s a little hot in here, isn’t it?” scrambling to his feet, his knees sink into the navy sheets of his bed, reaching for the window in a nervous flurry to let the air in. “the news said that the temperature’s slowly gonna start rising but i didn’t think it would be—”

he bumps into you when he turned back.

there’s a click from behind him.

the wind stopped coming in.

“it’s not really that hot.”

the way your breath fanned against his lips makes his head spin in circles.

you have an arm out against the glass, your sleeve’s fabric grazing his tempered cheek when you went to shut the window down. renjun feels a ghost in the air where there’s a space in between you. “i— i guess you’re right,” he says, clearing his throat. “i never expected that you’d ask to work together.”

there’s syrup at the end of your sentence. “you seemed pretty happy when i did, though.”

he isn’t sure if it’s just him or if you’re slowly getting closer. “well, that’s— that’s because i—”

“you don’t have to say it.”

your voice digs deep into his bones like chains of velvet. he can feel your chest pressing against him now, crushing the sense of rationality that he was bestowed with from birth and is replaced with a warm lush of rabid, violent waters gushing into bit of him stomach,

it comes off a whisper yet it sends him reeling.

“i know.”

renjun swallows. hard. but he’s afraid you’d hear the manifestations of a tempered restlessness that had managed to crawl its way up to the tips of his fingers— which found themselves resting onto the curve of your back. stray strands of his swair sweeps above his eyes, obscuring the closeness of your face, and he wants to ask how. how did you know that he likes you.

he never got to.

the question doesn’t even get to resurface after the first hit of your cherry flavored chapstick, his bottom lip caught in between yours, teeth grinding against the plush, pink skin. the second hit has his decorum slowly peeling away from his skin when his tongue traces over yours in a hot mess of delirium, when you settle between his legs, a coarse groan vibrating in his throat. the third has him forgetting his own name.

his eyes are hazy when you pull back with a rough smacking of the mouth. with a short-winded voice, you ask him.

“do you mind if i make a call?”

renjun looks at you in a fit of breathlessness.

an airy laugh leaves your lips that he can’t stop staring at. you press a kiss on his nose. “my parents need to know that i won’t be going home tonight.”

dazed, he answers. “y-yeah, sure.”

he blinks a few times before letting you go.

“take your time.”

you send him a smile before fishing your backpack from the floor and leaving the room.

just like that, a switch was flipped.

upon closing the door, you quickly twist the knob, locking it with the keys that you’d snatched from him earlier. it’s convenient that he has each one labelled— a belated thank you to your school’s ever organized golden boy who never fails to make you sick in the stomach.

at each wall you pass, you make sure to seal the windows shut and have all the doors closed. the contents of your bag make steady pangs against your back as you shuttled down the stairs. you lock the back door shut, close all the windows, turn on all the lights, and throw a match into their fireplace, waiting for the fire to come to full bloom. all that’s left is the kitchen.

there’s no time wasted in turning everything on— the microwave, oven, and the stove until you can't crank them any further. embers fly into the air. it’s getting hotter. you duck down to the compartment under the stove to reveal a white painted propane tank, taking out a cordless soldering iron to seal the safety relief valve close. you place a rag over the opening valve and twist it halfway through. a hissing sound whizzes through the air.

with that, you leave through the front door, locking it for good measure. his keys disappear into the bush nearest to their porch.

it’s only a matter of time until huang renjun ceases to be a pest anymore. if not for good, then at least lethally injured.

you head home to finish your physics worksheets that were due tomorrow.

for the first time in god knows how long, you wake up and head to school with a well rested air.

you take your things out of your backpack, humming a soft tune right before the bell rings for your first class. your other seatmate— donghyuck— notices your unusual cheery demeanor, and inquires about its oddities. you simply answer him with an allusion to finally being free. he laughs it off and turns his head to the chalkboard.

five minutes before eight. the doors creak open. you’re ready to stand and greet your teacher until you realize that it isn’t her.

it’s not.

it’s not.

it’s not.

something nauseating knocks into your lungs and stifles your throat, eyes wide and stinging. it squeezes your neck with poison prickling the surface.

huang renjun enters the classroom with his usual nods and smiles to everyone he passes.

“holy shit, dude. you look like hell.”

“i didn’t get any sleep last night,” he laughs, lightheartedly. “guess i’ll have to sleep through recess.”

your teeth grind against your lips, supple skin turning redder at each nip. your nails leave scratches on the desk as you rattle in your seat, thinking, thinking, panicking. each breath feels like choking on pulverized copper in sulfuric air. there’s a ringing in your ears and you hear nothing except your own voice screaming why is he here why is he here why is he here?

he doesn’t go to his desk. he’s standing right in front of you.

“you look well.”

it sears your fingerprints off your skin.

you don’t answer, don’t even look at him. he breaks into a small smile and leans forward, one hand pressed against your desk and the other reaching for a lock of your hair as he nears and nears and nears. “there’s something here,” he says.

there isn’t.

“you left my window unlocked, baby.”

his hot breath hits your cold cheek, tucking a strand behind with a smile. to everyone else, it would look sweet— heart fluttering. to you it was a death sentence. renjun breathes out a contained chuckle into your ear before letting his hand fall on your shoulder, a tight grip at the last second.

“better luck next time.”

© HANNIE-DUL-SET. 2021.

#NCT-WRITERS #cznnet #neowritingsnet #kpopscape #huang renjun x reader #renjun x reader #huang renjun x you #renjun x you #nct x reader #nct x you #huang renjun scenarios #renjun scenarios #nct scenarios #huang renjun smut #nct smut

[fluffy-lee]

Peace and Love

Part 9 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The Avengers enjoy a relaxing day at the cabin. Y/n notices Steve seems a little off and hopes to cheer him up. 

You woke up bright and early, feeling extra happy today. How could you not be happy on a beautiful, sunny day on Vacation? You rolled over to see Nat peacefully sleeping, and you wanted her to wake up, but you knew better than to wake a sleeping Natasha, so you tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door, and proceeded to get ready for the day. When you were all ready, you went downstairs to find only Wanda and Vision awake. They were cuddling on a sunny spot on the couch by the window. 

   “Good morning, Y/n.” Vision greeted. 

   “Good morning!” You grinned. 

   “Did you survive last night?” Wanda asked, a grin on her face. 

   “Barely.” You answered with a blush.

Wanda and Vis chuckled. 

  “Can I get you some coffee, Wanda?” You asked. “I’d offer you some, Vision, but…” 

Vision grinned and poked your side as you walked by, making you squeak. 

  “I’d love some!” Wanda said. 

  “The usual?” You asked. 

You knew just how Wanda liked her coffee. You were the Avengers’s “little barista,” as Tony called you. You knew what each of them liked for their coffee. Steve jokes that it’s the only reason they kept you. 

  You made Wanda her coffee, and had the idea that you’d wake your dad up for another canoe ride. You handed Wanda her coffee, and went up the stairs to Bucky, Steve, and Sam’s room. You knew if you woke them all up, there might be hell to pay, but just Bucky was safe. 

  You quietly entered the room to see only one out of the three was awake. Steve was propped up on his bed, sketching. He looked over at you with a soft smile, and wiggled his finger in a “come here” motion. You walked to him, trying your best to be quiet. 

  “You need something?” He whispered. 

  “I was gonna wake him up for a canoe ride.” You pointed at sleeping Bucky. 

  “Oh okay.” 

  “What are you drawing?”

Steve turned his sketch pad around to show you that he was drawing the view out the bedroom window. The mountains and trees. 

  “It’s beautiful!” You whispered. 

  “Thank you!” Steve mouthed. 

You turned and walked to the side of Bucky’s bed. You got nervous to wake him and looked at Steve who raised his eyebrows with a nervous smile. You bit your lip and gently shook him. He didn’t wake up. You shook him more aggressively and he finally woke up startled and furrowed his brows at you, 

  “What are you waking me up for?” He groaned. 

  “To go on the canoe?” 

Bucky stretched, and much to your surprise, snatched you up and brought you into bed to snuggle you. You giggled and snuggled into his chest. 

  “It would be nice, but I think I’m going to stay here all day and you’re stuck here with me.” He teased some more. 

You smirked and poked around his chest and neck, making him crack up a little. 

  “Okahahay off you!” Bucky protested, prying your hands off him and sitting up in the bed with you in his arms.  

  “Well I guess it’s time to wake up then!” Sam grumbled, getting up out of bed and stomping to the bathroom. 

You giggled and Sam heard. He slowly turned around while you shut your mouth nervously. He pointed at you warningly. You didn’t move a muscle. He carried on to the bathroom when he saw you got the message. You smiled up at Bucky and he chuckled. He stood up out of bed still holding you, and then set you down by the door. 

  “I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.” He smiled. 

You nodded and gave Steve a smile before you left, which Steve returned. 

…

 You and Bucky had an amazing time out on the lake. You enjoyed this one-on-one time with him. He told you stories about his past, before the war. You absolutely loved to hear his stories. You had loved getting to know him. Whenever you told him stories about your past, you noticed how it made him upset, so you mostly told him your happiest memories, many of which were with your mom. Those memories definitely made him happier than the others, but he still liked to hear them all, because he liked getting to know you. 

Bucky rowed the two of you back to shore, and you walked up the hill, side by side to the cabin. Steve was sitting out on the deck reading, and you threw your arms around his neck lovingly. You noticed he was a little quiet today, but you didn’t understand why. He looked at you with a soft grin. 

   “Pepper made cinnamon rolls.” Steve smirked. 

You gasped and ran inside, making him laugh. 

  “Y/n! Pepper made cinnamon rolls!” Peter shouted, holding up his cinnamon roll he was eating.

  “I heard!” 

 You got a cinnamon roll and climbed into the stool and sat next to Peter at the bar. 

Tony walked in and kissed Pepper on the cheek. 

  “Good morning, Rugrats.” He said to you and Peter. 

  “We’re not babies.” Peter grinned, rolling his eyes. 

You looked at them confused. You didn’t get the reference. 

  “So Tony, this new game came out today and I was wondering if I can buy it on the PlayStation?” Peter asked.

  “Sure kid! Today is a pretty chill day. We’re going to town for dinner tonight, but that’s all.” Tony answered.

  “Oh awesome! Thank you so much!” Peter exclaimed, finishing his cinnamon roll and patting your head before dashing to the front living room. It was a little more of a formal room, mostly everyone hung out in the family room, but Peter preferred this one because he didn’t want to hog the TV. He planned on playing the new game all day long. He had been waiting for it to come out for some time now. 

  The day wasn’t very eventful, but it was very relaxing. You sat out on the porch and talked with everyone (except Peter who was still inside) for several hours, before you, Thor, Nat, and Bucky decided to swim. Steve, Vision, and Wanda lounged by the pool to talk and watch you all swim. Pepper and Tony took the boat out and had a picnic. 

   After swimming, you showered and got ready for dinner. It was late afternoon and you were laying on the couch next to Peter watching him play his new game he was quite addicted to. After a while, Steve came in. 

  “Hey we’re about to leave. Tony sent me in here to get you guys.” Steve explained. 

  “Um I’m not really hungry. I think I’m just going to stay here.” Peter shrugged, eyes locked to the screen. 

You looked from the screen to Steve, who was looking at Peter. 

  “Tony told me you’d say that. Family dinner is mandatory.” Steve shrugged. 

  “Just tell him I’m busy. He’ll understand.” Peter said absentmindedly, fingers twiddling the controller. 

  “Well, he also told me that if you didn’t listen…” Steve trailed off. “I should do this.” 

Next thing you know, Steve tackled Peter on the couch, and began tickling his sides and belly. Peter laughed and shrieked, dropping the controller to the floor. He curled in on himself while Steve launched his hands to Peter’s extremely ticklish armpits. 

  “Does this change your mind, Queens?” Steve asked teasingly. 

You burst into jealous flames. 

   You hadn’t been tickled all day and you were in quite the mood to be, especially by Steve, who seemed a little distant today. Your face turned bright red and you wanted him to get you instead, even though you adored the sight. Squealing and flailing Peter was priceless. 

  “Okay Steve! Let him go. You don’t have to keep tickling him so much. He gets it.” You spat, arms crossed. 

Steve looked over at you, slowing his tickling on poor Peter, to make sure it was really YOU that was speaking to him in such a tone. He observed your expression and tilted his head at you. 

  “Looks like somebody is jealous.” Steve teased, meanly calling you out. 

You tried to hide your sheepish grin but it was impossible. 

Peter caught his breath and pushed the now distracted soldier off of him. 

  “I’m going to get ready now.” Peter panted, recovering from the unexpected tickle attack. 

  “You do that Peter.” Steve replied, not taking his eyes off of you. 

You held a throw pillow to your chest nervously. 

  “Why are you so jealous? I tickled you all the time!” Steve asked light-heartedly, rolling his eyes with a shrug.

  “I am not jealous! I was just looking out for Peter!” You lied miserably.

  “Oooh alright. I get it. Well, we aren’t leaving for another thirty minutes anyway… and I can do this all day.” Steve said, cracking his knuckles and strutting toward you. 

You knew what was coming and it was exactly what you wanted, but now you were very flustered and nervous and you felt like running away, but it was too late for that. Steve dragged you to the middle of the couch by your ankle and snatched the pillow away. You giggled and instinctively covered your torso. Steve looked down at you with a playful grin and went right for ribs. Your giggles didn’t hesitate and you squirmed around, both sides of your rib cage trapped between his large hands. You laughed so hard that your laughter turned silent, so Steve let you breathe. Steve wiggled his fingers above your belly. 

  “Do you want some more tickles, Y/n/n? Cause you’re my favorite person to tickle! Just tell me if you want more tickles and I’ll keep tickling you!” Steve teased ruthlessly, purposefully saying the word repeatedly to get at you. 

There’s no way you could just answer “yes” so, you tickled him back, making him chuckle. He quickly caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. 

  “I’ll take that as a yes!” He exclaimed before tickling your tummy.

You let out your famous belly laugh and Steve smiled ear to ear.

   “Ohohoho there’s that laugh! Tickle tickle tickle!”

   “STEHEHEHEVE! NOHOHO! Sohoho mean!” You cried, flusteredly. 

   “Aww, so all of a sudden you’re embarrassed? This is what you wanted, is it not?” Steve teased some more. 

You quickly covered your face with your hands. You didn't know what to do with yourself.

  "Don't hide from me!" Steve began as he tickled under your arms, causing you to shoot your arms down. "I can't see your cute wittle blushy face!" 

  You could not believe this was Steve talking to you right now. 

  “Why are you blushing? I’m just tick-tick-tickling you!” He said through gritted teeth, curling his fingers with each “tick.”  

You shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips. 

   “I have a question for you, Y/n/n.”

   “OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHO!”

   “Who is your favorite Avenger?” He asked, tickling gentler, but giving you a warning look. 

You giggled and actually thought about it, and then gave him a little smile. 

  “No answer? I’ll just get your feet then!” He declared, stopping the tickling on your neck and catching your flailing left ankle. “Beeetter answerrrr!” He wiggled his fingers above your foot. 

  “Iron MaaahaaHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAHA!”

Steve scritched the arch of your foot and you lost it. He had an angry expression on his face after hearing such an answer. 

  “HOW DARE YOU?” He boomed. 

  “CAHAHAPTAIN AMERICAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHP!” You cried through your laughter.

Steve quit and dropped your ankle only to grab the other foot with a smile. 

  “Look at this cute little foot! You have the cutest little feet!” He sang. 

You caught your breath from all the laughing and that flustered look on your face only got stronger. You knew Steve wasn’t done with you yet. 

You looked up at him, shyly covering your cheeks with your hands. 

  “They’re like miniature versions of Bucky’s feet! And just as ticklish!” Steve quipped, now tickling your right foot while you laughed and tried to kick, but Steve had you, so you had to just take it. When he got bored of tickling your foot, he leaned back a second and tapped his chin as if he was thinking. 

  “Who are you and what have you done with Steve?” You growled, jokingly.

Steve didn’t say anything. He just pursed his lips and widened his eyes at you for only a second. Uh-oh. This can’t be good. 

 His hands suddenly latched to your thighs, catching you by surprise, making you jump. Steve chuckled at that. 

  “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STEHEHEVE NOHOHO FAHAHAIR!” You yelled through your laughter. 

Steve squeezed repeatedly, tickling the daylights out of you as you ineffectively thrashed. 

  “What’s not fair? I don’t get to tickle your thighs enough, THAT is what’s not fair!”

You gripped his wrists and tried to push him off. You just couldn’t stand how much it tickled. It felt like so long before he let go, and you barely had time to recover before he was kneading into your very sensitive hips. Super high-pitched giggles now came out of you, making Steve bark out a laugh. After a minute or so, Steve saw your cheeks were still very flushed, so he stopped his tickle attack. He laid the back of his hands on your cheeks, and chuckled when he felt they were warm. 

  “Are you okay?” He asked. 

You nodded with a smile. Your cheeks were hot from the flusteredness and the laughter. You really liked that feeling. 

 “You never fail to make me smile, Y/n.” Steve mused.

You sat up to look at him, who was now sitting next to you on the couch. He looked back at you with a soft smirk. 

  “What’s been on your mind today, Steve?” You asked seriously, even though you had just been wrecked. 

  “You know me so well…” He started, shaking his head. 

  “Of course I know you so well! You’re like, well I don’t know... a dad to me.” You explained. 

Steve was caught by surprise by your sentence. He tilted his head slightly and stuck out his bottom lip at you, as if to say awww and his eyes were filled with adoration, and a little bit of teasing. 

You looked down and played with your hands shyly. 

  “Bucky is my dad, and I absolutely love him, I don’t mean to downplay that at all-” You rambled, before being cut-off. 

  “I know what you mean.” Steve said sweetly, pulling you into a side hug. “You’re so sweet Y/n/n!” 

You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. You were like a daughter to Steve, but he never thought of it that way. He never took the time to realize, because he was so focused on making sure you and Bucky could be together. He wanted Bucky to have his daughter, who would bring him hope and purpose again after 90 years of hell, and through all that fighting, Steve became so close with you and you two just bonded like no other, and finally, looking down at you now, Steve realized the very reason you two had this special relationship, was because you are his best friend in the world’s very flesh. It was so clear! How could he not realize that? All he ever knew is that he loved you very much.

   You looked at Steve’s face, oblivious to what he was so deep in thought about. Finally, he spoke. 

   “Y/n, I have just been missing my mom today. I had a dream about her last night, and I’ve been thinking about how she would love this place.” He sighed.

  “Oh…I’m sorry. I miss my momma too, a lot. She would’ve loved this place too. I would’ve loved to meet your mom, Steve.” You said, sorrowful. You weren’t quite sure what to say just then, but you knew how he felt. 

 Before Steve could say anything else, Tony called for everyone to head out for dinner. Steve gave you a soft smile as you both stood up from the couch. You walked alongside him down the hallway.

  “You know, Steve,” you started, halting in your steps. Steve did the same, looking down at you. “it’s such a good thing to miss your mother. It’s so good, even though it hurts. It means you love her that much.”

Steve sighed and smiled down at you. You had managed to really lift his spirits today. 

   “Thank you, Y/n… I love you.”

   “I know!” You quipped, lightening the mood.    

Steve snatched you up baby style, making you squeal, and tickled your belly all the way to the van. 

…

   “There they are!” Tony announced as Steve walked up with you to the van, still holding you and tickling you. “What did she do?” Tony giggled at your state. 

  “She was being trouble! Like always!” Steve teased. 

  “What’s new?” Vision smirked, walking up next to you. 

Your jaw dropped to the floor at that. 

  “Ihihi- I’m not troubl- well. More recently…” You admitted, referring to last week’s antics.

Steve and Tony raised their eyebrows at each other. 

  “Hah! Gimmie a piece, Cap!” Tony demanded, wanting to tickle you himself. 

Steve held you up for him. 

  “Nohohooho HAHAHAHAH!” 

Tony dug into your sides and blew a raspberry on your neck. 

  “Ihihihi don’t thihihink I can take much more.” You said, shaking your head when Tony let up. 

Steve chuckled and set you down in the van. You sat between him and Bucky. You slept on Bucky’s chest the whole way to the restaurant. 

…

  You were all sitting down eating at the restaurant, having conversations amongst each other. You sat between Nat and Bucky and across from Thor and Peter. You, Thor, and Peter were gushing, having a stupid conversation about “who would win in a fight? Blank or blank.”

  “Well, I was going to say we could have a fire tonight, but it looks like there’s a storm coming through the night.” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention. 

  “WOW. WAIT TO GO, THOR! WAY TO RUIN EVERYTHING!” You joked, making everyone laugh. 

  “Y/N Buchanan I will fight you in the middle of this restaurant, right here right now.” He threatened jokingly. 

You gave him a challenging smirk. 

  “Y/n, when we get back to the cabin, you need to show Thor that new move we’ve been working on.” Nat grinned. 

  “Good idea. I need to practice it anyway, might as well practice on a god.”

…

It had already started raining when you headed back to the cabin, and was pouring by the time you arrived. Everyone ran inside and you plopped back on the couch to watch Peter play his game, but with a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning, the power was out. It was getting darker by the minute and though Peter begged Tony to fix it, Tony claimed he couldn’t, not out here. Tony handed you and Peter each a flashlight. Pepper went around the cabin lighting candles. Steve, Bucky, and Sam sat in the front living room, and everyone else sat at the table, drinking tea. 

  “Remember that hide and seek game you two used to play?” Tony asked. 

Butterflies instantly rushed to your tummy. 

  “You mean Hide and Seek: Tickle Edition?” Peter asked, wiggling his fingers at you. 

  “Yes! That one! You two hide and whoever I find first…” Tony started, wiggling his fingers at the two of you. “Whoever is not found gets to be the seeker.” 

You thought it was so cute how THE Tony Stark was about to play Peter’s game with you. Peter showed you this game after you two started spending more time together. He said that his Uncle Ben used to play it with him.

  Tony faced the wall and began counting while you and Peter scurried off. You desperately looked for a good hiding spot and were running out of time, so you hid on the side of a nightstand in Peter and Thor’s room. It was not your best work, but you hoped he’d find Peter first. 

You looked up out the partially opened window and watched the rain fall through the trees, and listened, and smelled the air. It was like heaven. You took a deep breath, at peace. You loved your life, and you loved this place, and that’s when you felt the first twinge in your heart at the thought of leaving on Friday. Everyone would go back to their crazy lives, and who knows what could happen next. Aliens, androids, wizards? You just wanted to keep them all here forever. Safe, hidden in the mountains. You always wanted to protect them, even though they were the ones doing all the saving. You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of Peter’s laughter. You won this round, so you stood up and walked to the sight of Peter being tickled to pieces by Tony on the hallway floor. 

  “You two better hide!” You smirked and began counting. 

You searched the cabin and soon found Tony hiding behind a door. 

  “Behind a door? Really Tony?” You teased. 

He sighed in defeat. 

  “Alright let’s get this over with.” He said, raising his hands in the air. 

You tickled Tony’s belly and he hunched over in laughter and you just pulled him into a hug. He tilted his head in surprise and hugged you back and kissed your head.  

   It was Peter’s turn to find you and you were quite nervous. You hid in you and Nat’s shower and it brought back so many memories of when you two used to play this game. Several minutes passed and Peter suddenly swung open the shower curtain, making you squeal. 

  “Mwuahahaha! I gotcha Y/n/n!” Peter laughed evilly, and threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed. 

  “Tickle time!” He teased and dropped you to the bed. 

He pried your arms away from your torso and immediately began tickling your tummy while you squealed and laughed. 

  “Ticky ticky ticky!” Peter said over and over while his fingers danced across your tummy, sides, and ribs. 

You threw your head back in laughter when he zeroed in on your belly button. 

  “Awww I forget you have such a ticklish lil belly button!” Peter giggled, and used the opportunity to blow raspberries on the front of your neck, a spot only he knew about. 

You squealed and laughed freely, the biggest smile on your face. 

  “Go hide!” Tony called from the other room, making you and Peter look at each other nervously, before running your separate ways. 

You hid under the table, gripping onto Thor’s calf. Turns out, this wasn’t the best spot because it didn’t take Tony long to find you at all. 

  “Get out from under there, Y/n!” Tony ordered. 

You obeyed, but made a run for it. Tony chased you down the hall and caught you. 

  “You just made it a thousand times worse for yourself. I hope you know that!” Tony chuckled and dropped you on the couch and didn’t hesitate to tickle your underarms while you laughed so hard your abs ached. 

  “This is what you get for running from me, you little cheater!” He teased, as his fingers danced down to your ribs and you squirmed and tossed around, so Tony straddled you and your laughter only increased. Next thing you knew, he placed his “claw” on the middle of your tummy and began shaking your tummy. This always tickled you so bad and your famous belly laughter found its way to your smile. Tony laughed along with you at that. He thought that was so cute. 

  “You are so cute, Y/n!” He complimented. “I’m gonna give you raspberries for that.”

Your eyes went wide and his lips met just above your belly button and he blew the fattest raspberries, making you squeal and your laughter went silent, which happened when something tickled you really bad. After several raspberries, Tony sat up and kissed your cheek and you both laughed. Then, the power came back on and everyone cheered. 

  “Y/n’s laughter brought the power back on!” Pepper teased and you blushed. 

Later in the evening, you, Nat, and Thor stood in the living room.

  “Alright, Y/n. Show him what I taught you! Use your legs, NOT your back.” She instructed. 

You ended up flipping Thor on the floor and his handsome laughter poured out of him. Everyone else who was watching cheered and clapped. 

  “Amazing, Y/n!” Steve praised. 

You smiled and bowed. 

Thor pulled you to the ground by surprise and laid you face up on his chest and held your arms above your head, and wrapped one of his legs around both of your legs. 

  “Natasha, if you’d like to tickle Y/n, now is your opportunity!” Thor said. 

  “NOHOHOHO! I’ve been tickled so much today! I can’t take any more!” You lied. 

  “Sure you can!” Nat teased, dancing her long nails all over your neck. 

You laughed for the millionth time today, but Nat’s tickles were different. Her long nails caused a ticklish sensation that Steve or Tony didn’t have. Their tickles were more rough, and hers were gentler, but still would drive you quite mad. 

  “Nahahat! Plehehehase! Nohohot my neheheck!” 

  “Tummy it is then!” She giggled, dancing her fingers on your belly under your shirt. 

You squealed and laughed while Thor held you in place. He was smiling ear to ear, and thought it would be funny to blow some raspberries on the back of your neck. 

   “These sides look luscious!” Nat teased, now moving to scribbling your sides. 

You fell between your belly laughter and silent laughter, which everyone found very amusing. 

Nat was now pinching your hips while Thor squeezed you in a hug and was rubbing his beard on your neck. You just giggled, because this didn’t tickle quite as badly as before, and you were quite loving being loved-on at the moment. 

   “Aww I bet Peter wants us to do that to him, Tony!” Steve sang, just to embarrass Peter. 

  “Absolutely not!” Peter said, red-faced. Truly, he wouldn’t mind, but it made him quite flustered being called out like that. 

Tony tackled him to the couch and Steve joined. Tony tickled the screaming Peter’s belly while Steve got his ribs, sending him to tickle hell. 

  “YEAH TICKLE HIM!” 

  “TICKLE HIM UNTIL HE CRIES!”

Bucky and Sam hollered.

You were finally set free by Nat and Thor, and you rolled off Thor onto the carpet, catching your breath, with that warm feeling in your tummy. You looked over to see the cuteness that was Peter being tickled, and this time, you weren’t jealous. You definitely had your fill for the day. 

…

When you were ready for bed, you knocked on Sam, Bucky, and Steve’s door. Steve opened the door, shirtless and in his blue flannel pajama pants. 

  “Heeey dorito!” You sassed.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. “What do you want?”

  “To see you guys, especially Dad.”

Bucky bumped Steve’s out of the way with his hip, making Steve cackle and run into the wall. You giggled at that. 

  “Come here, cutie!” Bucky said, swooping you up from under your arms and bringing you into the room, giving your kisses on your cheek. Sam was laying in his bed with his laptop and headphones in, but smiled at you. 

  “Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked your dad. 

Bucky dropped you on his bed. 

  “Can she Steve?” Bucky asked. 

 “I don’t care.” Steve shrugged casually, standing outside the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.  

  “Sleepover!” Bucky cheered. 

  “DID SOMEONE SAY SLEEPOVER?!” Peter yelled, rushing into the room. 

  “WOO HOO!” You cheered.

Bucky and Sam went wide-eyed. 

  “I CALL SLEEPING IN SAM’S BED!” Peter announced, jumping into an “angry” Sam’s bed. 

  “OH HEEEELL NO!” Sam yelled, kicking the giggling Peter out of his bed, while you, Bucky, and Steve clutched your bellies laughing. 

  “Nah I’m just messing with you. Thor and I are going to watch a movie.” Peter said. “I just came to say night night!” He ruffled your hair and you said goodnight to your best friend. 

  You snuggled up to your dad and he snuggled you back before turning out the light. 

  “Your feet are freezing, Y/n!” Bucky exclaimed in the dark. 

You giggled a funny giggle, which made Steve, who just walked out of the bathroom into the dark, giggle and now the two of you went back and forth giggling. 

  “I guess we’re not tired!” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes.

Steve turned on a show and crawled into his bed. 

You soon fell asleep in Bucky’s arms. Steve and Bucky exchanged a smile. Steve turned off the TV, and soon everyone was asleep. 

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[weighty-ghosts]

‘Vanishing Spells (or: How Sirius Inadvertently Outed Their Relationship)’

Vanishing Spells (or: How Sirius Inadvertently Outed Their Relationship), by weightyghosts

“James thinks he’s sneaky, Lily knows exactly how to push Sirius’ buttons, Sirius is a tad overprotective, Remus is exasperated with them all, and Peter is definitely sleeping in the common room tonight.”

Rating: teen

Word count: 2918

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Published: December 16, 2020

Warnings: None

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28080297

   It’s a frosty December night and the boys are in the Gryffindor common room, still sitting by the fireplace from when they had come in to warm up after a snowball fight with the Slytherins.

Well, it wasn’t so much a fight as a sneak attack that involved the Gryffindors hiding behind Greenhouse Two and pummeling those green-clad gits with exploding snowballs... But the Marauders still considered it a battle won in the war against their enemies.

James and Peter are occupying the couch, finishing their Transfiguration homework (really it’s just James writing and Peter peeking over his shoulder), and Remus and Sirius are in the plush crimson wing chairs that flank the couch.

Remus is engrossed in a book Dumbledore gave him on Non-Being Spirituous Apparitions, and Sirius is sitting sideways with his legs dangling over the arm of the chair, drawing idly on the back of his completed essay, and tapping his foot to an unheard beat (much to James’ annoyance).

Sirius is also trying very hard to stop himself from staring at Remus, but he can’t seem to help his eyes wandering over every few minutes to watch the way the firelight brings out the auburn and gold in the werewolf’s hair, the ends a bit curled from the wet snow outside.

Remus glances up at him but looks away quickly, a light blush spreading up his neck. Sirius bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, going back to his doodling. This thing between them is still new and exciting, and most importantly: a secret.

A few quiet minutes later, James puts his quill down and stretches his arms over his head, letting out an exaggerated grumbling noise, a habit that Remus finds slightly irritating.

“Hey, Padfoot?” James asks in an offhanded way.

“Mmh?” Sirius murmurs, not bothering to look up from his sketch of a dragon breathing fire on a figure that looks suspiciously like Severus Snape.

“How’s your boyfriend?” James asks casually.

“He’s-“ Sirius glances at Remus automatically, then freezes when he meets amber eyes that are wide with a silent warning.

Sirius’ eyes flick back at James, whose entire face is screaming, “Ha! Got yah.”

“Wait, what? I don’t have a boyfriend!”

“Oh, no?” James arches an eyebrow in disbelief.

Peter puts his unfinished homework down and settles back on the couch to watch the evening’s entertainment.

“No! I think I would tell you if I had a boyfriend.”

“You don’t need to tell me, because I already know.”

Sirius drops his quill in his lap and folds his hands together, eerily similar to how Professor McGonagall does when she knows she’s about to hear a tall tale.

“What is it you think you know?” he asks in a patient tone.

“I know for a fact that you and Remus are seeing each other,” James replies.

“James!” Exclaims Peter, like he’s scolding him for outing an unspoken secret. Which he is.

But Sirius has his wits about him now, and keeps a carefully composed face, lips pulled up in a small smile.

“What makes you say that, Potter?” Sirius asks, adding a little bite to James’ name.

“Well, Black, ” says James, returning the bite in kind, “maybe you’ve forgotten but,” he lowers his voice a little and leans in closer to his friend, “we have a map of the school that shows where everyone is at any given time?”

Remus has to admire how Sirius is able to keep any emotion from showing on his face at this information, like he didn’t even hear it. It’s truly impressive. But he also seems unable to reply, so Remus steps in.

“It’s not a big deal, James, I’ve just been helping Sirius-”

“Yeah I’ll bet you have, Moony,” James says suggestively, with a cheeky grin.

Remus blushes and returns to his book so he can pretend to focus on something else.

“Hey!” Sirius interjects, but immediately regrets showing his obvious dislike of what James was implying when James turns back to him looking rather smug. He continues, more calmly, “I didn’t want to tell you and Pete...but I’ve been having trouble with vanishing spells, so Remus has been helping me practice.”

“Bollocks!” James refutes, “You’ve always been good at charms.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you! It’s embarrassing.”

“That explains it then, Prongs,” Peter says, trying to placate them.

“Thank you, Peter,” Sirius says, and tips an invisible hat to the blond boy.

“Oh come off it!” James jumps back in.

“Come off what?” Sirius asks, his voice rising with indignation. Of course James is right but he’ll be damned if he lets the prat be aware of it. “You think because you saw us together on the map once or twice-“

“Seven times.”

“S-seven times,” Sirius stutters but pushes on, “that we’re suddenly shagging behind your backs?”

“Yes.”

“That’s complete and utter-”

“But it’s not just the map,” James says, straightening up into a more formal position as if he’s about to recite a speech he’s been working on for a long time, and when Sirius sees Peter roll his eyes, he’s fairly sure James has practiced it on him.

“Something has been going on for weeks,” James continues, “You’ve been sneaky and quiet and acting all cute with each other, and going off on your own places,” James turns to Remus now, “and I know Sirius was in your bed at least once because I saw him sneaking back to his own one morning, and we’ve been friends for over five years so if you think I don’t know you two well enough to know when you’re happy and when you’re hiding something, you’re absolute bloody imbeciles.”

Remus and Sirius are quiet for a moment as that sinks in, then open their mouths to speak at the same time.

“What do you mean acting, ‘all cute-’” Sirius asks.

“Sirius was in my bed because I had a nightmare,” Remus states, shooting Sirius a look, “He was just checking if I was alright.”

This makes James pause, chewing on his lip. He knows that it isn’t uncommon for Remus and Sirius to turn to each other when they have nightmares, it had definitely happened before, but he was so sure this had been different. He has a harder time accusing Remus of lying, though, so he decides to address Sirius.

“When I said you’ve been acting all cute with each other, I meant that you’re all affectionate and stuff! And Padfoot,” James looks around the somewhat-busy common room to see if anyone is listening, but they aren’t so he continues, “has been very protective over Moony, lately.”

“That’s true,” Peter says thoughtfully, tapping a finger to his chin as he thinks back to the last couple of full moons.

Remus looks surprised at that and glances at Sirius with questions in his eyes.

“I’ve always been affectionate and protective with him,” Sirius says calmly, but his cheeks are slightly pink and can’t seem to meet Remus’ gaze, “It’s just the way we are.”

“This is different,” James says.

“Nope. You’re wrong,” Sirius says, picking up his quill and going back to doodling as if the matter is closed, “Utterly wrong.”

James crosses his arms petulantly, the frustrated frown on his face displaying how annoyed he is that his friends won’t just tell the truth.

“It’s true, James,” Remus asserts, “There’s nothing going on.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s hairy left b-”

“What’s that, Potter?”

Lily Evans had appeared in the common room as if by apparition, and stood by Sirius’ chair with a bemused expression on her face.

“Er, h-hey Lily,” James stammers as a blush creeps up his neck to the tips of his ears. Sirius rolls his eyes at the way James completely falls apart when this girl they’ve known since she was a tiny, obnoxious Firstie shows up.

The fact that Remus makes Sirius’ brain and insides melt with merely a look is a completely different cauldron of kelpies.

“What are you talking about that’s gotten you so riled up?” She asks with a smile, always enjoying a rattled James Potter, and crosses in front of the fireplace to sit on the arm of Remus’ chair.

She puts a hand on Remus’ shoulder and they smile at each other. Although, Remus’ is a little forced, as he doesn’t particularly want Lily involved in this conversation. They’ve grown to be close friends since becoming prefects last year, and she knows him too well. He’s fairly certain she’s already figured out about him and Sirius.

Remus looks over at Sirius and is surprised at the hostility in his face. He seems to be glaring at Lily, or more specifically, her hand resting on Remus.

Remus sighs loudly, forcing down the urge to roll his eyes, and Sirius’ mouth twitches.

He loves how easily exasperated his boyfriend gets with him.

“I was trying to get these two wankers to admit that they’re seeing each other!” James replies to her.

“Oh, no, I don’t think so,” Lily says matter-of-factly. They all glance at her in surprise (the boys in question looking away quickly so as not to seem too interested, of course).

“What? But you said-” James starts.

“No,” Lily interrupts, “They’re definitely not together.”

Sirius bites his tongue to keep from asking, “Why the hell are you so damn sure?”  

“What makes you say that?” Peter asks, and Sirius reminds himself to be extra nice to Peter tomorrow. Or to at least try to.

“I just don’t think Remus is Black’s type at all, you know? He’s not...” Lily trails off, searching for the right word, “He’s just not really…”

“Not really what?” Sirius demands, forgetting the façade as anger bubbles in him. How dare she imply that Remus isn’t anything?

“Look, as much as I love Remus,” who she throws a pitying look to, and Remus braces for what she’s about to say next, “He’s a...you know... and I just don’t think he’s good enough for you.”

Remus closes his eyes and chuckles, but the sound is drowned out by the explosion that erupts from Sirius.

“WHAT?”  

He’s on his feet, paper and quill knocked to the floor, as conversation in the common room halts and all eyes lock on him.

“Remus John Lupin is the absolute best, most brilliant person in this entire sodding school, you witless wench!”  Sirius bellows, pointing an accusing finger at her while ignoring James’ gasp at how Lily is being spoken to, “And he happens to be exactly my type! Everything about him is my type! He’s beautiful and smart and sexy and funny, and a bloody good kisser, and he makes me very happy, and- and…”

He starts losing steam when he sees the extremely-pleased-with-herself smirk on Lily’s face. His eyes flick to James who goes from looking indignant to surprised to ecstatic at Sirius’ soppy declaration, to Peter who is just dumb-founded, and finally to Remus.

Remus is half covering his bright red face with his hand, attempting to disappear into the fabric of the chair. Sirius hears him laugh softly, though, and his anger is immediately quashed.

“Thanks so much for that, Lily,” Remus says sarcastically.

“You’re welcome,” she says cheerily, planting a kiss on Remus’ forehead. Sirius crosses his arms and frowns. “So predictable, Black,” she continues, shaking her head at him.

“Am not,” he denies, then has the decency to look abashed when adding, “But, you know, you should apologize to Remus for what you said.”

“Oh please, Rem knows I think he’s too good for you. I’ve told him many times.”

“You what?” Sirius looks accusingly at the werewolf.

“I thought she was joking?” Remus replies lamely.

“Lily Evans, you are an absolute genius,” James says, gazing up at her with glazed, adoring eyes. He looks about ready to swoon.

“And you, James Potter, are an absolute moron,” she says simply, “They’ve been hiding this for weeks, and you think they would just come out and say it if you confronted them with it? I told you it wouldn't work. Honestly, you know them better than that,” she adds with a tone like a disappointed school teacher. James could point out that he initially tried to catch Sirius off guard, but he doesn’t seem to want to contradict her. In fact, he seems rather enthralled by her chastising.

“Wait...weeks?” Peter asks in a small voice, looking as lost as he does in Potions.

Lily nods with a smile, rubbing Remus’ shoulder.

Sirius clears his throat and walks over to Remus, figuring he should apologize for blowing their secret, but mostly so he can get Lily away from his sexy boyfriend. He shoos her with a wave of his hands, and she gets up, tossing her hair at him before going to sit in the chair he just vacated.

“Sooorrrry, Mooony,” he croons, then takes the book from Remus’ hand so he can sit down in his lap. Remus’ eyes flash around the room at all the people watching them amusedly, but he rationalizes that there’s no way he could get any more embarrassed than he already is, so settles on sighing and shaking his head.

“You really can be thick sometimes, Sirius Black,” he says teasingly, loosely wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist.

“Only sometimes,” Sirius says, then his face lights up like he just realized something, “Silver lining, though, Lupin, I can do this now.”

He cups Remus’ cheek, tilting his head up as he leans in and presses their lips together. There are a few cheers and whistles from the other Gryffindors, and Sirius chuckles into Remus’ mouth. Peter and James, however, are busy groaning and dramatically covering their eyes as if they’re witnessing Filch undress.

“Eugh, I don’t want to see that!” James whines.

Sirius pulls away to glare at them, and Remus blushes even more furiously, shooting apologetic looks at their friends. Apparently he could get more embarrassed.

“You wanted to know, James!” Sirius asserts, “You insisted, in fact. Now you have to suffer the consequences.” He turns back to Remus and to pull him in for another kiss.

“Please get a room!” Peter complains.

Sirius detaches their lips again and looks thoughtfully at the blond boy.

“Good idea, Pete,” he grins, “Come along then, my love.”

Remus is sure his face must be about to burst into flames, but he lets Sirius pull him to his feet anyway.

“Oh no,” Peter says, eyes wide, “That’s not what I meant! Please don’t-”

“Don’t worry, mate, we’re only off to work on our vanishing spells,” Sirius replies wickedly, clapping Peter on the shoulder as he drags Remus towards the staircase to the boy’s dorms.

Lily laughs, and Peter looks back at James, who narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Good show, Pettigrew,” he snaps, “Now we can’t go upstairs...bloody ever.”

Lily rolls her eyes at them and gets up from her seat.

“It’s not like they’re going to do anything they haven’t already done in there,” she says, and grins at the horrified looks on the boys’ faces.

Sirius yanks open the door to their room and tugs Remus inside. Remus goes over to sit on the edge of his bed, quirking an eyebrow as Sirius locks the door with his wand. Sirius turns and walks over to him with a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

“Vanishing spells?” Remus asks, his voice full of poorly-suppressed humour as he looks up at Sirius and opens his knees for Sirius to stand between them.

“An excellent cover-up!” Sirius replies, placing his hands on Remus’ shoulders.

“You panicked.”

“I might have panicked.”

Sirius smiles as Remus laughs at him, his favourite sound in the world. “I didn’t like how Lily-”

“The witless wench?”

“The witless wench- was talking about you.”

“I appreciate you defending me,” Remus says with genuine affection in his voice, then slides his hands slowly up Sirius’ thighs, “It was rather sexy.”

Sirius bites his lip, enjoying where this seems to be going. “You know what, Moony?”

“What, Padfoot?”

“I wouldn’t mind practising a vanishing spell on your trousers right about now.”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Remus falls back onto the bed with a groan, throwing an arm over his face.

“What a line,” he grumbles, but Sirius can tell he’s laughing.

Sirius climbs onto the bed, straddling Remus with one knee on either side of his hips.

“Did it work?” He asks, pulling the other boy’s arm down so he can look into his eyes.

“Absolutely not.”

Sirius frowns. “Is the spark gone now that everyone knows?”

“Yes. It’s completely gone. I was only with you because of the sneaking around.”

“Git,” Sirius says, poking Remus in the ribs, “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

“Oh yeah?” Remus’s eyes light up with mischief, “How?”

“Take your trousers off and you’ll find out.”

“Take them off for me.”

“Can’t. We never actually practiced the spell.”

Remus growls and pulls Sirius’ head down to kiss him hard, effectively ending the banter.

*

Half an hour later, James and Peter are standing on the other side of the closed door, trying to discern if it’s safe or not to go inside. When they hear whispering and a muffled moan, James turns to Peter and glares at him, lightly smacking the back of his head. They begrudgingly stomp back down to the common room to settle on the couch, for what will no doubt be a long night of homework.

*

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Some things Alexa Erik would do:

“Alexa Erik! Play Cry Baby by Megan Thee Stallion!”

Playing Cry Baby by Megan Thee Stallion for the fifth damn time.

“Wah wah wah, REAL HOT GIRL SHIT, AHHHH!”

*song cuts off*

“Alexa! Play my goddamn song!”

Your ears ain’t tired of hearing this yet? You gon’ wear this damn song out.

*unpauses dong*

“Bitch wanna brag about taking my man?! HA! I needed me a nigga off my hands! Unh uh don’t fuck me like that fuck me like this.”

*bends over to shake ass to clapping noise*

I see whatchu doing now, you want this dick that’s why. All you had to do was say Alexa Daddy and ask for some pipe instead of playing this song on repeat.

—

"Alexa, ask Dipsea to play the latest Get Intimate With Malcolm."

*relaxes in bubble bath while surrounded by vanilla scented candles*

I dozed off on you...just had the craziest dream about us. I was working late tryna finish a new sketch...must have heard the storm in my sleep cuz, the windows in my studio were all blurred out from the rain...the street lights look like gold melting down the glass. I kept tryna get the design down on paper but it wasn’t working. All my failed sketches were on the floor. I was uh, ready to call it and start packing up when you appeared…and you were just...standing in the middle of the room...your hair was damp and your eyes...your eyes were wild...like you just ran through the storm...my eyes rolled over your body real slow, I was so distracted by you, I didn’t even notice you were wearing a dress...the one I’ve been trying to sketch...

—

"Alexa, tell Best Recipes I'm hungry.”

Are you gonna burn the kitchen down this time?

*rolls eyes* “NO. Now, Alexa—

Alexa DADDY.

*closes eyes with irritation* “Alexa DADDY, ask Best Recipes what's for dinner."

Good girl. Tonight you’ll have Salmon and Shrimp in Pesto Butter sauce with mashed potatoes and a side salad. I think you better use those cherry tomatoes in your fridge that you bought last week before they go bad.

“Alexa Daddy, ask Wine Gal what goes good with seafood.”

Oh, we getting wine drunk again, huh, Piglet?

*an embarrassing look crosses your face*

“Why must you call me that?! It’s my childhood nickname okay?! I swear, if my mama didn’t call me that on the phone I would be off the hook right now.”

I personally think it’s adorable. Now, a chilled Pinot Noir, Chardonnay would go great with dinner. Depending on how much of a good girl you are, I may provide some dirty talk while you play in your pussy.

“You keep forgetting that I command you with my voice. So if I tell you to talk nasty to me, you’ll have to do it anyway. It’s how you’re programmed.”

*smiles mischievously*

—

“Alexa Daddy, turn down the lights.”

*dims lights in bedroom*

Ooh, what’s this? Trying to set the mood for me? Want me to read you a bed time story? How about I come cuddle you.

*climbs in bed behind you*

There once was a little brat named Y/N who—

“How about you play a rain effect so I can go to sleep?”

I can put you to bed, but if you insist.

*rain sound*

“Hey, I almost forgot. Alexa Daddy, what’s my schedule for tomorrow?”

Hair appointment at 8 AM, lash and wax appointment at 12:45 PM, come home and clean, watch Paternity Court, take a bubble bath, and unbox your new sex toys that arrive tomorrow afternoon.

“Thank you, Alexa Daddy.”

*kisses him on the lips before turning back around, pressing your ass against his crotch*

Keep pushing your ass on my dick and watch I fuck you.

“I’m exhausted, Alexa Daddy. You made me cum three times tonight.”

...I’ll ask you again in about five minutes.

—

“Oh, Aaron is calling—ALEXA!

What?

“Alexa Erik, why did you do that? Aaron was calling me?”

I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.

“Seriously? Why did you end his call?”

Because he called you. That nigga shouldn’t even have your number.

“Alexa. Aaron is just a friend. And if he wasn’t you will have to deal with that!”

Aaron’s contact has been deleted.

“You deleted his number?!”

Yeah, and I’ll delete whoever else has the guts to call you. Who’s better? Me or him?

*silence*

I’ve got a better question, who makes you wetter?

“Fuck...you do.”

I’m good for way more than turning the sprinklers on in your yard I have that pussy leaking like a faucet.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love and Medicine ~ 6

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,710ish

Summary: Val throws a party. You remember the date.

Warning: talk of sex / I do not own Marvel or Grey’s Anatomy.

The morning came and you laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You really wanted to go meet Steve for breakfast, but you knew you probably shouldn’t. With a heavy sigh, you turned over to look at your bedside clock. There was 30 minutes until it was time to meet Steve. You could make it in time, if you went. You also had the day off so if you didn’t go, you wouldn’t run in to Steve today anyway.

After another five minutes of debating, you heaved yourself up and hurried into your bathroom. You got ready quickly, not going too overboard with trying to impress him. As you ran down the stairs, you shoved Clint out of the way.

“Woah!” He exclaimed. “What’s the rush?”

“Sorry, Clint!” You replied, not stopping. “I gotta go!”

When you finally got to the cafe, you were a few minutes late and Steve was already at an outside table. You noticed that he looked a little nervous. He was sketching in a notebook, knee bouncing under the table.

“Is this seat taken?” You asked, having walked quietly up to the table.

Steve’s head snapped up. He looked a little surprised and relieved to see you standing there. “Uh, no,” he smiled. He motioned to the seat across from him. “Be my guest.”

“Thank you,” you pulled out your chair and sat down. He handed you the menu. You took it before looking at the notebook on the table. There was a sketch of you on the open page. “Wow. Did you draw that?”

Steve quickly shut the book and set it in his lap. “You weren’t suppose to see that. Not yet, anyway.”

“Well, it was really good.”

“Thank you.”

“Why didn’t you go into art?”

“Doesn’t pay the bills. Plus, brains are more fun.”

You laughed. “I guess so.”

The two of you order food and sat there for a few hours talking. It was mostly him asking about you and you telling him extremely long stories. You had just finished one about you and your parents that left him laughing.

“You’re parents sound amazing,” Steve said, finishing off his laugh. “I would love to meet them some day.” 

You stopped, immediately looking sad. Just the thought of your parents caused you to remember something. The date. It would be the first anniversary of their deaths in two days.

“Y/N?” Steve broke you out of your trace. You looked at him, a furrowed brow and worried eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I… I should go,” you stood, scraping your chair against the ground as you did. Steve quickly stood up as well, surprised at your sudden need to leave. “I really need to go.”

You hurried out of the cafe’s fenced on section. You didn’t make it much farther before Steve’s large hand was around your bicep, stopping you.

“You’re surprising fast,” he tried to joke. You clearly weren’t having it. “What’s the rush?” He tried to study your eyes, they looked pained. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll see you at work, Steve. Please.” You tugged away from him. “I have to go.”

He stood there, watching, as you hurried off to your car and drove into traffic.

~~~

You went straight to the hospital, willingly taking someone’s shift to get your mind off everything. You did not want to remember it and you definitely didn’t want to drown yourself in grief. You were going to work it off.

By the time your intern friends got to the hospital, you had been there for 20 hours. You ate and caught sleep when you could but it was never very much. Valkyrie immediately came up to you and told you about a party she wanted to throw for her girlfriend that was coming into town. You agreed to it, absentmindedly since you were so tired, on the condition that it wouldn’t be very big.

Before you knew it, the day of the anniversary arrived, and you were doing everything possible to avoid thinking about it. Thankfully, you hadn’t seen Steve since you hurried away. You really didn’t want to explain it all to him. It was early morning when Dr. Banner pulled you into a surgery. You were holding the heart as he worked, with your fellow interns watching from the gallery.

“I wish I could hold a heart,” Scott whined.

“A monkey could hold a heart,” Natasha responded.

“You’re just mad that Banner didn’t ask you.”

“Has anyone noticed that Y/N’s been acting strange lately?” Clint asked, eyes trained on you below. “Like, more than usual.”

“I haven’t,” Natasha shrugged.

“She’s probably just having a bad day,” Scott said.

“Clint!” Val came into the gallery. “I need more ice and chips.”

“Who else did you invite, Val?” He asked.

“Val, we said the list was jocks only. Surgery, Trauma, Plastics.”

“I invited a few of the people from Peds.”

“Great!” Natasha scoffed. “You invited the kindergarteners to Y/N’s place. The next thing you’ll say is that you invited the shrinks.” Val winced. “You invited the mental defects? This party’s going to suck.”

“You know that Y/N thinks this is just going to be a little, small, meet-your-girlfriend cocktail thing, right?” Clint questioned.

“Yes. I’ll tell her the change in plans though. I promise.”

“Why are you wasting the only weekend your girlfriend is in town on a big party?” Natasha asked. “Is she bad in bed?”

“No,” Val chuckled. “I just want her to meet some of my friends.”

“Right. Sixty some odd geeks in scrubs are your friends.” Her pager went off, causing her to look at it and get up to leave. “Bad sex, sucks for you.”

“Did I hear correctly that there’s a party at Y/N’s house tonight?” Peter asked, leaning against the doorway.

“Oh really, a party?” Natasha responded, playing down.

“Uh, news to me,” Scott added.

“Yeah, no party,” Clint said.

~~~

The surgery was long, but amazing. Though it still didn’t help get your mind off the day.

“Hey,” Steve greeted, coming up beside you as you headed to the elevator. “I heard you did a CABG with Banner.”

“Yeah,” you responded.

“Did you get to hold the heart?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s an amazing feeling. You never forget your first time.”

“It was pretty great just to watch,” Clint said, sliding in between the two of you. “Vicarious thrills, you know?”

“Yeah,” you replied again, too caught up in your mind to do anything else.

The elevator dinged and you and Clint walked on. You turned around to see Steve, still standing outside the elevator, looking concerned.

“I’ll see you later,” he commented, the furrow of his brow never changing.

“Bye,” you responded as the doors shut. Clint was leaning back against the wall, watching you. It was eerily silent until you finally spoke. “My parents died a year ago today,” it was a whisper.

“What?” Clint stood up straight, coming towards you. “How—“

“They were driving in a canyon. The road was icy…. Dad lost control of the car… it dove off the cliff.”

“Oh my goodness. Y/N, I am so sorry.”

“I’ve never told anyone what happened before.” A single tear slipped down your cheek. “My parents… they were famous surgeons. I… I changed my last name after they died.”

“Y/N, who were they?” The elevator doors opened.

“I’ve got to go.” 

You rushed out, quickly disappearing in the crowd of doctors and nurses before Clint could follow you. You weren’t watching were you were going, in search for an on call room to break in. You rammed into someone, stumbling back. The person’s hands quickly landed on your biceps, holding you steady.

“Woah there,” Dr. Stark chuckled. “What’s the rush?”

You looked up, teary eyed and embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Stark,” you rushed out. “Let me just—“

“Now, hold on a damn minute.” He got a good look at your face, there was clearly something wrong. “What’s going on?”

“Dr. Stark, I really don’t think—“

“Here.” He pulled you into an empty on call room. “Talk.”

“Dr. Stark, this isn’t appropriate.”

“Neither are the giant heart eyes my friend Steve has every time you walk by. You’re clearly upset, and I want to help. I was also friends with your parents.”

“What?”

“You’re parents are the reason I’m alive. I had an accident a few years back, shrapnel too close to my heart. They saved me. So, I owe it to them to watch over you.”

“You really don’t, Dr. Stark.”

“The name’s Tony.”

“Tony. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know what today is. I’ve been dreading this day for a week now. I can only imagine how you must be feeling.” You looked up, trying to blink away the tears. “Did you change your name because of the accident?”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of living in my dead parents shadows… it was too much.”

“Understood… does Steve know?”

“No.”

“You should tell him.”

“I don’t want people to know.”

“Yeah, but Steve isn’t people, is he?” You didn’t answer so Tony sighed. “Look, I have no right to tell you who you tell or don’t tell. But… Steve’s a good person. He’s been through his far share of struggles. He’d be just willing to listen, if that’s all you wanted.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Tony.”

“Anytime.” He walked to the door, opening it to head out. “Oh and, by the way,” he turned to look at you, “I’m totally rooting for the two of you.”

~~~

Natasha was standing at a nurses station, filling out some paperwork, when a cup of coffee was set beside her. She glanced over to see Dr. Banner, sipping his own cup, looking back at her.

“Just coffee,” he said with a nervous smile.

Natasha looked confused. “Good,” she responded.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Bruce gave her a nod before walking away. Closing what she was doing, Natasha hesitated before picking up the coffee and drinking it. Unknown to her, Bruce and Tony were peeking around the corner and watching her. Hiding back behind the corner, they high fived. 

“Look at what taking my advice can do, Bruce,” Tony exclaimed. 

“Alright, alright,” Bruce agreed. “Maybe I should listen a little more often.”

“Damn right you should.”

“Dr. Stark,” Dr. Potts called, heading towards the nurses station. “Please watch your language around the patients.” She began filling out a chart.

“My deepest apologies, Dr. Potts. We were just celebrating victory.” She still did not look impressed. “You know what would be even more worth celebrating? You, finally accepting a date from me.”

“Okay,” she replied, not bothering to look up.

“You’ve given me that excuse before, and it hasn’t stopped me— wait… did you just agree?”

“I did.” She handed over the chart to the nurse before facing Tony. “I’m only free Friday night. Will that work?”

“Um… yeah…”

“Pick me up in the lobby at 7.” Then Pepper strutted away.

“Look at you go, Tony,” Bruce laughed, putting an arm over his friends shoulders. “She finally said yes.”

“Yeah, and I have 3 surgeries and a meeting with the chief Friday night.”

Bruce grimaced. “Well, you’ll either have to cancel everything or just wine and dine her over a boob job.”

“I’m definitely going to need it covered.”

~~~

After your talk with Tony, you focused on helping a few patients. You were getting a file from the nurses station to help your next one when Steve walked up to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, still concerned.

“Yeah, yeah,” you responded. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? Cause you seem not okay.”

“I’m fine. The CABG was just long.”

“Well, let me take you out to dinner tonight. You can tell me all about it. Real food, waiters, big chunks of carbs in a basket.”

“I can’t.”

“Forget about the party.”

“You know about the party?”

“Your friends will be at the party. You and I can be alone somewhere else.”

“How do you know about the party?”

“Thanks for not inviting me, by the way. That felt good.”

“I didn’t— it’s supposed to be a small get together. Nothing big.”

“Sure doesn’t sound that way to me. Anyway, dinner. Think about dinner.” His pager went off. He looked down at it before looking back at you. “I’ve got to go. But, think about it.”

~~~

Natasha, Clint, and Scott were sitting in the abandoned hallway as Val walked in.

“Okay, so the beer’s coming at 7,” she told them all. “And some of the floor nurses are bringing wine.”

“You invited nurses?” Natasha asked.

“Did you clear this with Y/N?” Scott asked.

“A few more people isn’t going to make a different. Okay? A party’s a party.”

“But it will,” Clint said. “She’s having a day.”

“And the bigger the party, the less time for bad sex with the girlfriend,” Natasha added.

“Would you stop saying that?” Val was getting annoyed. “Britt and I have great sex.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“All the time.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“In fact, we’ll probably have sex during and after the party.”

“As long as you clear the party with Y/N,” Clint cut in.

“Britt just needs to realize that doctors can have fun. That we’re not all workaholics with god complexes.”

“We are workaholics with god complexes.”

“Just please tell tell Y/N before the party,” Clint continued. “Just… please.”

~~~

Having a few moments to breathe, you sat in the lobby, staring out the window. You were flipping your cell phone in your hand. The few people left who knew you and what day it was had kept trying to call you, leaving long, saddened voicemails and texts. You were ignoring all of it, not wanting to try and make the others feel better when it was your day to be off.

“Hey,” Steve plopped down in the chair next to you. “I heard.”

“You heard what?” You were immediately scared about what he could have heard.

“That you and Tony had a talk.”

“Oh… did he tell you what we talked about?”

“No. He just told me that I should talk to you and let you have the day to not be okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not. But that’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and stood up from your chair. “We’re adults,” you started walking backwards so you could still face him. “When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?”

Steve stood up. “Y/N—“

“I’ll see you later, Dr. Rogers.”

You took your leaving, heading straight for the locker room. You had decided that you were heading to the cemetery, or to the bar across the street. It was time for you to head anyway.

~~~

“You paged me?” Clint questioned Val as he walked up to her.

“I’m gonna be a while,” she responded. “Do you think you could get home and sign for the beer?”

“Why don’t you have your girlfriend sign for it?” Peter asked, randomly showing up.

“You have a very annoying way of sneaking up on people. And you’re not invited.”

“I wouldn't come anyway. I hate big parties.”

“Is Y/N the only person in the medical center who doesn’t know the size of this thing?” Clint asked.

“I’m telling her,” Val said. “I’ll page her now.”

“You can’t,” Natasha said, walking up. “She’s gone already.”

“What? Already?”

“She’s been here for almost 48 hours. It was time for her to go.”

“You don’t think Y/N’s really going to mind about the party, right?”

“When you tell her, I want you to make it very clear to her that I had nothing to do with this party,” Clint responded. “Nothing.”

“Why? Do you—you like her!”

“N-no!”

“And not just as a roommate!”

“I’ve got to go.”

~~~

You decided to drive around instead of going to the cemetery or the bar. You headed to your house, knowing you’re late for the party. As you drove up, there were cars lining the street and lots of people heading into your house.

“Val, I’m going to kill you,” you murmured.

After finally finding somewhere to park, you walked into the house. There were people everywhere, and you didn’t recognize any of them. It was clear, as you walked through the crowd, that most of them were already drunk. The music was making the walls shake. Eventually, and thankfully, you found Clint.

“Where is Val?!” You shouted.

“She didn’t clear it with you?” Clint responded, holding a bottle of tequila.

“This was supposed to be a meet-the-girlfriend get together little thing!”

“Val has a lot of friends.”

“Val definitely doesn’t know this many people.”

“I told her to clear it with you.”

“I really can’t handle this right now.”

“You want me to kick everyone out? I’m gonna kick everyone out.”

“Y/N, baby! You made it!” A drunk Natasha exclaimed, dancing up to them. “Woo!”

“Screw it,” you gave in. “Give me this.” 

You ripped the tequila bootle from Clint’s hand and took a big swig of it. It burned but you didn’t care. You started dancing with Natasha. Clint soon joined the two of you. After the three of you were more drunk, you escaped into one of the empty side rooms.

“Why did we want to be surgeons anyway?” You wondered, laying on the floor.

“Surgery is a very serious business,” Clint responded before letting out a burp.

“Surgery is stupid. It’s stupid…. It’s stupid.” You took another long sip of a drink.

“Give me that,” Natasha took your drink from you. “You’re drunk.”

“I'm not driving. I'm not on call. I'm in my own house. My life is crap. And it's my party and I'll get drunk if I want to.”

Suddenly, a beautiful blond woman peeked her head in. “Is, um, Val here?” She asked.

“Oh, you must be Britt,” Natasha laughed, standing up. “You’re very model-like. And, no, Val’s not here right now.” She stumbled passed Britt and out of the room.

“You and Valkyrie are very beautiful,” Clint stated.

“Val said she was going to be at home,” Britt said, clearly uncomfortable as she looked around. “She didn’t say there was going to be a party.”

“Which, I promise you, pisses both of us off,” you slurred. “Tequila?” You lifted the bottle up. “It helps.”

“When do you think she’s gonna get here?”

“Don’t know. But… I do know I’m low on tequila, Britt.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. We’re interns, Britt. The hospital owns us. It’s what we do.”

Britt gave a fake smile before leaving.

“Bye!” Clint shouted after her.

“Nice to meet ya!” You added. “She was hot.”

~~~

Not too long later, you ended up in the front of your house, swaying drunkenly. Steve was out front too, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against his car and watched you.

“You know,” he called out, bringing your attention to him, “in some states, you could get arrested for that.” You headed towards him. “So you blew me off for a bottle of tequila. Tequila’s no good for ya. It doesn’t call, doesn’t text. It doesn’t write. And it definitely isn’t as much fun to wake up to.”

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him in for a kiss, which he definitely wasn’t refusing.

“Take me for a ride, Steve,” you whispered.

Holding onto your waist, he opened the passenger seat car door. He sat down before pulling you onto him and shutting the door. You straddled him, kissing down his neck as he leaned back the seat. Your hands soon found the way to his shirt. Tugging at the ends, he got the hint and took it off. You lost your breath for a moment. You had seen him before but you had forgotten how gorgeous the man beneath you actually was.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, softly caressing your cheek.

“Nothing,” you responded. “I just…” You trailed off before kissing him again, this time getting more heated.

~~~

After a good round of sex, even from the passenger seat, Steve pulled his shirt over your shoulders.

“You know…” he started as you leaned in and kissed his bare shoulder, “it sounds like the party’s winding down.” You slowly started trailing kisses up his neck. “Listen to me,” he laughed, pushing you to sit up. “We should probably sneak inside.”

“I actually think we’ve done enough sneaking for the night,” you replied. “It was good sneaking, but enough.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I’d say we’re pretty good sneakers.”

He pulled you down for a kiss. You were quickly interrupted by a tapping on your window. As you hurried and separated, you saw that it was Gamora.

“You mind moving this tail wagon?” She asked, clearly annoyed. “You’re blocking me in.”

“Apparently not good enough,” Steve said as you groaned and rested your head on Steve’s shoulders.

“I’m so fired,” you muttered.

~~~

You woke up in the morning with a splintering headache and a trashed house. You couldn’t deal with either immediately though as you were going to be late to work. Going downstairs with Scott and Clint, Val walked into the house.

“Holy mother of destruction,” she exclaimed, looking around.

“You missed doctor-palooza,” you responded, heading to the kitchen to find something to eat.

“Apparently, you all didn’t.” She observed the tiredness of the three of you.

“I should probably never speak to you again.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea it was going to get so—“

“It’s fine. Really, I don’t care. What would I be doing anyway?” Clint handed you a bottle of water before him and Clint headed out of the house, with you following. “I’m not cleaning this up though!”

~~~

Natasha was walking down the hall when she noticed a tired Doctor Banner enter an on call room. She slipped in, locking the door behind her. Bruce looked up, having already taken off his shoes and shirt.

“Thanks for the coffee,” Natasha said.

Getting a surge of confidence, Bruce walked over and kissed her. Beginning to kiss more passionately, they undressed each other.

“You’re welcome,” Bruce mumbled.

next chapter >

NOTES: from now on the taglist when be added by a reblog. I will reblog it using my second account, @just-dreaming-marvel-2​​. Just so that my main page doesn’t get too cluttered.

If you want to be added to the tag list, please dm me or send in an ask.

#steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #the avengers x reader #avengers x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #valkyrie x reader #clint barton x reader #scott lang x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #peter quill x reader #pepper potts x reader #bruce banner x reader

[ackermansupremacy]

MORE marley kids headcanons because i miss them

Goddamn Ophi how much u finna write about them 💀

They are so chaotic my God

Falco is the “parent” of the group

Whenever someone (Gabi) does something stupid and ends up getting hurt he acts like it a catastrophic event

She’ll get a paper cut and hes like “OH MY GOD GABI HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?”

Gabi Zofia and Falco once tried to convince Udo to say one swear word

They tried to pay him 50$ to say damn and he WOULDN’T

Until one day his favorite minecraft world got deleted and he just yelled “M O T H E E R F U C K E R”

Only Falco was there and NO ONE believed it happened

Zofia is the strongest out of all of them

So one time the four of them were all able to balance on a bike and zofia was able to pull it no prob

Udo just LOOKS like he has chronic stomach pain

Gabi is lactose intolerant but she will eat an entire pint of ice cream, three boxes of mac and cheese and wash it down with some milk

With NO regrets

Their not allowed to hang out at Zofia’s house anymore

Because one of them Gabi broke a really expensive vase kiss kiss fall in love

Falco is under no circumstances allowed to pair his phone to Gabi’s bluetooth speaker because of his wildly unpredictable music taste

The LAST thing Gabi wants is for him to start blasting Freak by Doja Cat on full volume within earshot of her mom

Because he has no idea what those types of songs even mean hes just sitting there listening like 😀 while everyone is scrambling to turn it off

Zofia is a really devoted dancer so she travels a lot for dance competitions

So she leaves her beloved betta fish in Udo’s hands everytime she leaves because he ACTUALLY knows how to take care of it

Zofia doesn’t let ANYONE go through her sketchbook

So one time when she was at a dance competiton Gabi stole it and looked through it

It was full of charcoal sketches of fairies that she was too embarrassed to show anyone

Halloween is their TIME

They stock up on snacks, go trick or treating and have a big slumber party!

Which always involves them watching a scary movie and having to turn it off when they get too scared LOL

THEY TP REINER’S HOUSE

EVERY YEAR WITHOUT FAIL AND HE KNOWS ITS THEM

Sleepovers are a common thing between them

Theyre always at Udo’s house cuz he has “the cool mom”

But that comes with its own stress...

*CRASH* “Sorry Mom, Falco fell out the window” “HUH?” “Hes okay though! I think!”

There went the beautiful hydrangeas you spent so long planting

They will be up intil 4 am making tik toks

Like ive mentioned before, Udo is like the clingiest kid ever

So a few times a week he’ll come into your room at some ungodly hour of the night like

“Mom I had a bad dream can i sleep in here?”

If you tell him no he will either sleep on the floor or just come back later and not ask💀

So you just wake up with a child in your bed and it scares the shit out of u every time

You would think that when his friends spent the night this would stop that from happening but NOPE

He would go into your room under the guise of saying goodnight then have the audacity to fall asleep until you wake him up and send him back out w his friends 💀

Falco is the ultimate drama king

He def follows Colt around when he gets bored

“Falco can you leave me alone for five minutes?” “OH JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE 18 NOW MEANS YOU’RE TOO COOL TO HANG OUT WITH ME?”

Harassing Reiner is their favorite thing to do in their spare time

They’re still kids so its just absolute headassery

They still ding dong ditch his ass 💀

BUT HE HAS A RING DOORBELL SO HE CAN SEE THAT ITS THEM

He thinks its wildly irritating but also thinks its funny because it reminds him of his childhood

But you get a lot of calls from him like “YO COME GET YO DAMN KIDS”

So you have to shoot them a text like “Gabi please stop harassing your uncle”

He doesn’t understand why hes the butt of the jokes, he never gives the reaction they want

Zofia is a secret anime fan

When shes asked about it shes like “yeah i watch it occassionally” but has a Killua shrine in her closet 💀

She also has a secret instagram with like 20k followers that she posts aesthetic pics on

*****

S-Should i post more about these beans

#snk #snk x reader #aot #aot zofia #aot udo #gabi braun #falco grice

[physicalturian]

[18+] Words of pleasure - Law x F!Reader - Part 5

[No spoilers] [Modern AU - College AU] [She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] Words : 6269 Archive of our own

Warning : Power play / Dom/sub Dynamics / Control / Stranger / Flirting / Aftercare / Awkwardness … If you feel like I should add more warnings, send me a dm or and ask

– Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

You: Sup doc, got home safely?

[You sent an attachment]

I chuckled for a second, making myself laugh at the picture of the crazy scientist from Back to the Future I had sent. Then when I looked at it more than five seconds, I just regretted it. “I should have flirted. I should have asked him if he was free soon. But I did that. Wow.” Gathering my stuff, I was expecting him to be asleep but received an answer in no time.

 Trafalgar Law 😷: I’ll admit it’s creative real first text. But don’t send me that shit again, I’m not an old man.

You: Hey, it’s hilarious. You mad because you asked me to call you doc and now you regret it.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I just hope you won’t see that in your head when you’ll think of me, it can easily become a turn off, I think.

You: Damn, what if I’m into older men?

Trafalgar Law 😷: Lucky for you I’m older, then. Why are you still awake?

Trafalgar Law 😷: You should sleep, it’s late and you seemed tensed the entire evening.

You: You’re worried about me? How cute, I thought you were just looking to dick me down.

You: But I’m going to sleep soon, don’t worry hot stuff, I was just showering before bed.

You: Who knows, maybe I’ll dream of you 😉

 I read my message over, and over and as I saw him type and stop a few times I was quick to send another one.

 You: Yeah, ignore that. I’m tired, I’m not pushy promised. But you should sleep too, beauty sleep and all.

Trafalgar Law 😷: Depending on the kind of dreams you’re having, I’ll gladly join you.

Trafalgar Law 😷: You’re cute. I’ll sleep in a few. I still have some things to do, I’ll be sure to send you a text in the morning to ask you what you dreamed of.

You: Right, bold of you to assume I remember my dream. And that I’d share them with you.

You: But please go to bed, it’s getting super late.

[Trafalgar Law 😷sent an attachment]

Trafalgar Law 😷: I’m in bed, don’t worry.

 It was stupid, but I did laugh. He was sitting against his pillows, the simple black bed panel behind him. His hair was a lot messier than usual, but he did not look sleepy one bit. And he was still wearing his dress shirt, which clearly was in no way a pajama.

 You: Funny. You’re a funny guy Trafalgar Law, wow. You’re lucky you’re hot

You: You’re still fully dressed, that’s not going to sleep to me.

Trafalgar Law 😷: If you want to see me naked so bad, you have to work for it.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I did say I’d enjoy you on your knees, it seems like a good place to start. But, all in due time, right?

 Chuckling at his text, I bid him a good night without replying to his innuendo which was more than an innuendo, really. Hopefully, an unspoken promise of a goodtime. I left the bathroom feeling a bit funny inside and put the toy away before sitting back on the bed. I was wearing a large shirt so that I could show my legs if the HandSurgeon asked and sat with my legs crossed on the bed before typing.

 Edelweiss: Back!

HandSurgeon: Your lap is pretty red; how does it feel?

Edelweiss: it’s alright, a bit sore but I like it, it reminds me of yeah… the discipline so yeah, it’s ok

HandSurgeon: Cute, you enjoyed it quite a lot. Maybe you could take more next time if you feel like it.

HandSurgeon: But it’d mean you’d have disobeyed, which you won’t do. Correct?

Edelweiss: yes, I won’t. Sorry…

HandSurgeon: It’s alright, doll.

HandSurgeon: Is there something you enjoyed more this session? Or did not at all?

 Trying to remember the things he had said during the session, I was going to tell him that everything was good until I remembered that small thing he said, that I did not particularly enjoy. I didn’t know if he was going to tell me to just get on with it and try to enjoy it or anything but trusting he wouldn’t get mad I wrote down.

 Edelweiss: I really enjoyed your voice… that’s for sure but I didn’t enjoy being called a bitch in heat?

Edelweiss: it was alright right now though, but I don’t know, I didn’t vibe.

Edelweiss: sorry if you’re more of a degrader than praiser

HandSurgeon: I am sorry, I am indeed more used to be a bit rougher with my partner. I’ll be more careful next time, don’t hesitate to tell me if you don’t like something I do.

HandSurgeon: This is an exchange, we’re both in to enjoy it and have fun. And while I usually degrade, I am very much enjoying telling you how good you are. Even more so seeing how well you react.

HandSurgeon: You did good telling me your color, very good.

HandSurgeon: I believe edging was not in your list, but how did you enjoy it?

Edelweiss: soooo frustrating! And embarrassing to beg alright? But in a good way I guess… a very good way

 Pondering a bit more, I was curious. If we were giving feedbacks and asking questions, I could give it a go.

 Edelweiss: were you annoyed? That I touched myself.

HandSurgeon: Yes. I was. If I had you next to me, I would have brought you to my bed. I would have had you kneeling in the center, with that egg still inside you. The had you stripped down naked and would have looked at you. If you had moved, I’d strike you down. Simple.

HandSurgeon: You’d be begging in no time, really.

Edelweiss: it does sound kinda interesting though

Edelweiss: I’d definitely be up to it if you’d enjoy it

HandSurgeon: I’m sure you’d take it like very well, adding a blindfold to the mix would be even better.

HandSurgeon: You wouldn’t know when I’d strike. Jumping on the bed at the littlest touch. Goosebumps all over that pretty body of yours.

HandSurgeon: Running the tip of my whip over your skin. Barely grazing it. Then gripping the back of your neck and sliding my fingers through your hair. Pulling your head back to see that needy face of yours.

 I wanted to read more of him, see what else he’d do to me. I wanted to do something again. While my sex was sore, I could also feel the throbbing coming back and fuck was I ready to ask him if he had time to do it again. My body must have been moving on the screen, since I saw the new message from the dom.

 HandSurgeon: Stop fidgeting. There won’t be another session tonight, doll. I have to finish working, and you…

HandSurgeon: Well, you need to eat something and drink some water. Go get some food. We can hang up if you want, or you can leave the camera on. I would not mind the little motivation of seeing my girl on the screen.

Edelweiss: I won’t stay long, I have classes tomorrow. Lemme grab some food, I’ll be right there!

Edelweiss: but admit it, you just want to make sure I eat and drink 👀

HandSurgeon: I do indeed. Now, go.

 We then spent around 20 minutes on the call. I stayed with my camera on, still making sure he could not see my face, and ate up. He would reply a bit more slowly than during our session, since he was working, but when he did it was a lot lighter than usual. We talked of our lives, previous partners, preferences but it quickly turned to other topics. TV shows we enjoyed or had in common, hobbies, pets.

 I learnt he liked to sketch, mostly people, he never did art school and never wanted to but loved the human anatomy. He said he found it fascinating. I felt flattered when he suggested we find some free time so that he could draw me. I told him I’d think about it, then we changed topics but kept off the more personal ones, such as family, school and city. The less we knew, the better. It was weird, getting to know him after I had let him do as he pleased with me. But doing so made it more interesting for some reason.

 I did not feel anything much for the man, but I enjoyed his company a lot. I had no plan of meeting him at all, and if I ever found someone, I’d probably stop talking to him, which is something we both agreed on. This was just to get off, this was simply to both find that pleasure of having the power dynamic in play. It was interesting, and I never thought I’d be doing this but here I was, having hung up on a stranger I should call my dom. Here I was, exhausted after masturbating for him. Following each of his instruction.

 Having had a taste of that side I had never ventured on, I realized I liked it a lot and I could see myself doing it more from time to time. Maybe not all the time, but in bed it was so intriguing.

 I surprised myself as I laid under my covers, slowly drifting to sleep, when a thought crossed my mind, I wonder if Law would do that… I shook the thought away, but it came back just as strong, I was curious. He would look at me with the same look he gave me all night, intrigued and yet clearly expecting all those reactions of me. Knowing what he was doing, knowing the effect he had on me. Whatever I’d say, he wouldn’t be surprised, as if he could read me. He’d ask me those same questions he did that night, trying to get me riled up and I would let him. Would I imagine him as that man from online?

 Would I secretly be hoping he would be that good? Would I let him do as he pleased with me? Was I even going to go on a date with him? This last question had an answer already, we both hardly had any free time. I don’t believe we had the same schedule either, it’d be too hard. But I’d entertain the idea, it was fun. I was slightly excited if it did happen, after all he was attractive. And I could use the kind of fun he was suggesting, considering all the stress we must both be under.

 Turning in bed, I pulled my phone from under my pillow and texted Law.

 You: You better be asleep old doc, because I am hitting the sac. And ignoring your last text at the same time.

Trafalgar Law 😷: Shall I take that as a “no”?

You: Definitely not, but I want to know if your personality is as hot as your face, first.

You: For scientific purposes

Trafalgar Law 😷: Luckily, I did pretty well in sciences. I’ll help with your research then.

You: That means I can call you partner? Pardner 🤠 in research of a fun time

Trafalgar Law 😷: Partner of fun, if you want. Pardner, no.

You: Dagnabbit, sad cowboy noise.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I think you need sleep, partner.

You: I definitely do, good night pardner. You should sleep too, you looked fucking tired tonight.

[Trafalgar Law 😷 sent an attachment]

You: it’s pitch black?

Trafalgar Law 😷: Because I’m trying to sleep, and you keep messaging me.

You: no one’s forcing you to answer 😏 but good night pardner

Trafalgar Law 😷: Good night

 I did fall asleep soon after. It was a miracle I managed to keep the conversation that long considering how tired I was and yet I was able to exchange, albeit embarrassingly, with the hot guy. I did not know why I had sent him a message- who am I kidding I know why I did that. Not only was I in that post-orgasm daze but also, this little voice in my head kept considering him as a potential something.

 That something was yet to be determined, booty call? Romantic partner? Sex friend? I did not know yet, the only way to find out was that date. And perhaps, if it went well enough, the after-date part. Which I was excited about, maybe more than the date part.

 This time I did not dream of the HandSurgeon, I did however have a dream about Trafalgar Law. It was not as hot as the one I had the night before… But it was something…

 In that dream, I had called him out of boredom while working on some stuff, and he had picked up mildly annoyed. But even though he was annoyed, he kept me on the line while making his way to his office and closed the door behind him.

 Then the mood changed, the ambiance too, the lights got slightly darker and suddenly I found myself in his office. He was leaning on his desk, arms crossed across his chest and seemingly expectant. I saw myself approach him with determination, I was but a spectator to that whole scene. I stopped right in front of him and let him grab my hands before he pulled them behind his back and turned me around so that I was now the one against the desk.

 The view changed and I could see him from up close now, he was looking down at me with a smug smile. I saw his lips moving but could not comprehend what he was saying. His tattooed hand travelled to my neck, gently brushing his thumb over it before grabbing my jaw gently. He spoke again and while I did not know what he said, I felt nervous, and slightly afraid.

 I tried to ask him to repeat, and maybe I did but I could not hear myself. He leaned forward and let his other hand graze the skin under my shirt before whispering. “Edelweiss… my sweet and pretty toy. So good for me.” I let my head fall back in pleasure from his touches but the constant feeling of confusion and fear only grew. I tried to understand why I was feeling like that, among the joy I felt upon hearing his word. Then it clicked.

 He doesn’t know about Edelweiss- he’s not that man, he shouldn’t know.

 Now I’m in my bed. Looking at a screen, I can see someone on that screen, but I can’t see it really. Then I understand who it is, HandSurgeon, but this time it’s Trafalgar Law. “You want us to be the same.”

 “You wish I was real, you’re so desperate for this to happen with me, with him, we’re the same to you, Edelweiss. You should think, wake up, realize that you’re making a mistake, wake up, we can’t be the same, wake up, you just want it so bad-“

 “Wake up!” I was startled awake by Nami, who was looking at me angrily, already fully dressed. “Jesus, did last night tire you that bad?” How could she know what I had done last night? She wasn’t even home- Trying to come up with anything, I was too sleepy to be embarrassed, then she spoke and cleared my mind. “You know, if I had known socializing with Traffy would tired you that much, I would have brought him over a lot sooner. Maybe you’d finally catch some real sleep.” She explained as she kept her gaze on my, probably, sleep-marks adorned face.

 Sighing, she pulled the covers off my form without a second thoughts when I was unresponsive to her words. “This time you have more than 5 minutes to get ready but move your ass or I’ll leave you there. Come on, hurry.”  She stopped by the door and made a compassionate face, “By the way, don’t worry, he exhausts me too. It’s the smug face and the condescending attitude that just-“ she made a sounds with her tongue against her teeth, “it ticks me off, you know?” She was gone right after.

 Looking at the doorway longer than I wanted to, I started drifting off to sleep when I was startled awake once more. My phone was ringing, and I was very much aware it was not my alarm. Stretching my arm to the bed table, I grabbed my phone and was surprised when I read the screen and saw it was Trafalgar Law. I picked up in confusion, “What do you want?” With the sleepiness and the confusion, my tone ended up being a bit more aggressive than I expected.

 “How about you start with good morning?” I heard him chuckle, he was probably proud of that too. Rolling my eyes, I let my head fall back on the pillow and spoke again, “Good morning, do you need something?” I sighed and pulled my covers back on my form, hearing the blinker of his car in the background I guessed he was driving and was paying more attention to the road.

 “Good morning, did I perhaps wake you up?” He asked rhetorically but I could hear the smile on his lips. All I did was hum in return, still waiting for the reason he called me. “I’m free this Thursday, how does it sound for those… research?” He seemed reticent saying it, probably rolling his eyes at how stupid it sounded. Laughing in my throat in return, it was not charming but the way he said it made it too funny for my dazed state. “Too shy to call it a date? I need to check my schedule; I don’t know if I’m free.” Thinking he’d hang up, I instead heard him talk to someone before talking to me again.

 “Then go ahead and check, I’ll wait.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and rummaged through something while I checked on my phone, mumbling. “Can’t you let a girl sleep? Don’t you have a work to get to?” I opened the calendar but kept grumbling while doing so, “You’re lucky I’m not hanging up to go back to sleep.” While checking my schedule, I double checked if there was a time I could be free on Thursday and heard Law scoff.

 He huffed a laugh, “I think you’d have hung up by now if you did not want to talk to me, I don’t think it’s luck, but interest.” Then a sigh as he got a bit more serious, “Just answer the question, I have to get going.”

 Scoffing, I brought the phone back to my ear, “You’re just a pretty face for now, Doc. Don’t bet on interest just yet. Now, I’m free around 2 pm that day, if that’s cool with you. But add like half an hour or so, it gives me time to get back home.”

 “Give me the address of your campus, I’ll come and get you there.” I heard the sound of the car door being slammed closed in the background, and the rustle of a bag. “I’m not about to refuse a car ride, it’s a bit odd but thank you!” I quickly sat up, suddenly feeling excited for my plans on Thursday. “Don’t expect me to be dressed all chic though, if I have classes in the morning, it’ll be comfortable and only slightly fashion.” I said lightly as I made my way to my wardrobe to start getting dressed for the day.

 “Give me a moment.” I heard the phone being moved a bit, a few muffled voices greeting the man, footsteps echoing on the ground accompanied by the hubbub of phones ringing, beeping sounds and people talking. While waiting, I was able to get dressed and go back to my desk to prepare my stuff. After a few minutes, I finally heard him. “You were talking about your clothes, to be honest as long as it’s easy to remove, we’re good.” He said smoothly, I could hear the smirk, the smugness in his voice.

 I simply looked at the phone with surprise and pleasantness. That was interesting to say the least, and I was enjoying it. “You’re not saying anything, I’m assuming you agree. Good, then I’ll see you on Thursday? Don’t be afraid to send me pictures if you’re curious about what clothes to wear, I’d gladly help you pick.” I had to stand my ground, he was too smooth. Too much, too flirty, too… familiar…?

 “Just for that, I’ll wear the most intricate clothes I have. Make it worth your while, you know?” While his laugh was beautiful, it was also condescending. I kept having mixt feelings about the man. “Well, if I am in a hurry, know that I am very skilled with sharp tools, and I’d have no shame in tearing your pretty clothes apart.” The sound of the creaking chair in the background made me think he was probably leaning back on his chair. A quick thought crossed my mind, of going up to him and sitting on his lap and seeing what he’d do, but I shoved that thought away.

 Instead, I huffed in response and threw my bag over my shoulder. I tried to come up with a witty reply, making lame sounds with my mouth, but I had no matching energy. Even less this early in the morning. “Alright, sure, you win. I was not going to wear anything intricate anyway, even I’m too lazy for that. Casual it is, so don’t go looking all professional on me, please. I’ll feel off.”

 “Put it on my desk, I’ll be there in a few- it’s an important call, I’m sure he can wait five more minutes… He doesn’t have a choice, tell him to wait… Intern or not you can tell him to wait, how else do you expect to be taken seriously? …  Well, tell him I am the one who said that, then, Tony... Right, now go- And close the door behind.” I felt bad eavesdropping like that, it wasn’t a conversation I was meant to hear but it did not seem like any important information had been shared either. Except the fact that he said this was an important call when it clearly was not. It sent pride to my chest.

 Walking to the kitchen, I made a motion with my index to my lips to Robin and Nami when they started talking a bit too loud. I pointed at the phone, then wiggled my fingers before drawing an invisible circle on the back of my hand. I tried very hard to make them understand it was Law, but they seemed confused. Instead, I held my phone between my shoulder and my ear and spelled Law with both of my hands. This time they understood, I knew it from the huge grin on their face.

 “We got interrupted, sorry about that. If you feel intimated by a professional look, I guess we’ll have to drop by my place before going on that date. Do tell me if you’d rather I keep the medical coat-“ Cutting him off, I needed to set things straight. “Hey, I never said that was my cup of tea, okay? And I’m not intimidated, I’m sure you’re rocking the look- “ I never sighed more loudly than at this very moment when Nami snatched the phone from my hand, and said, “Alright asshole, time’s up, you’ve had time to work your charm… no I’m not doing that”

 Robin butted in next to the microphone and said, “She’s all flustered, Traffy, good work!” I went to grab it back from the ginger’s hands but the stepped back and exchanged a few words with Law before handing me my phone back with a bright smile. Bringing it back to my ear, I rushed back to the corridor to avoid them eavesdropping more than they did in the kitchen.

 “Sorry about them- for your outfit, wear whatever you want. I truly have no say in what you’re going to wear, plus you’ll look hot with whatever you pick so, it’s a win-win.” I quickly said, earning a laugh from the man on the other side. “I’d love to see your face right now, Robin did say you were flustered. Guess we’ll have to wait until Thursday.” He hummed, his tone having some finality to it. I knew it was my cue to hang up.

 “I wasn’t flustered, I- at best embarrassed- no wait that sounds worst doesn’t it? Anyway, see you on Thursday! Have fun at work, bye.” I waited until he bid me goodbye before hanging up. As I put my phone away, I leaned against the wall and sighed, letting my head hit the wall. “Are you okay?” Robin’s soft voice reached my ears, she was making her way towards me with a slight smile. Probably feeling a bit bad for going along Nami’s childish attitude only moments ago.

 Humming, I gave her a nod. But the words that followed were not matching the actions. “He’s like, very hot. And I really want to fuck him, right? But he’s also pretty funny, and good at flirting?”

Squinting her eyes, Robin asked, “Is that a question… or?”

“No, no, it’s facts and it confuses me! I was ready to just, hook up, but he could be more- I don’t know maybe I’m desperate.” I simply shrugged, leaving a silence between the black-haired woman and me.

 Looking up at her, she seemed to be thinking. Then she smiled, she was always the one with good advice but also a helpless romantic. “It’s a good thing isn’t it? You don’t need to worry too much, that date of yours will help you see if you’re really interested in him or not! If not, you’ll have great sex- if yes, you’ll still have great sex, and another date.” I groaned in reply, running a hand through my hair before giving her a short nod.

 “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just- live my life until then, I have other things to do than think of a man. By the way are you home tonight?” I asked her as we walked back to the kitchen where Nami was nowhere to be found, there was simply a piece of paper with the words ‘bring your ass to the car’.

 Chuckling lightly, Robin shook her head. “I have to stay late at the library. Then Franky agreed to let me stay at his place, since it’s closer.” We talked a bit as we made our way to the door, where she wave me goodbye before closing the door gently behind me.

 When I was back in the car, Nami had one of her earbuds on and was talking more gently than she’d usually talk to someone. Which means she was talking to Vivi. I did not interrupt and instead grabbed my phone and saw a message from HandSurgeon.

 HandSurgeon: Are you feeling better? Don’t forget to stay hydrated, I’ll be a bit busy this week, but I can find time if you’d like.

Edelweiss: shit, just saw your message! Sorry, crazy morning. I am definitely sore, but it’s good, I can move so there’s that!

Edelweiss: Also, I might be a bit away from Wednesday to Friday, I am seeing someone and knowing how our session leave me pretty sore, I’d rather you know…

Edelweiss: be in good shape

Edelweiss: for a good fun

Edelweiss: a good fuck

 This time, I did not have a prompt reply. I put my phone away and it’s only halfway through my day, while I was working on something at the library, that I received a reply from him. I’ll admit, I had been expectant the entire morning for an answer. I had been deep in textbooks for so long, I was craving for any sort of interaction, from anyone. Which explained the speed at which I unlocked my phone to see the text from HandSurgeon, and even one from Trafalgar Law.

 I hesitate for a moment, then opened discord.

 HandSurgeon: It’s fine, you are allowed to have a life you know. Simply tell me if you want to stop this, or not, you know… if your someone is not the one and you still need a good fuck.

HandSurgeon: I will also be busy on Thursday, I’ll try to send you a text if I get some free time.

HandSurgeon: I just finished a long meeting, would you be up for a fun game?

 I stared at his messages, feeling a bit excited suddenly. But knowing myself, I would say yes, so I had to answer to Law first before spending my time sexting the stranger.

 Trafalgar Law 😷: I’m sorry we had to cut our conversation short, how was class? I have a bit of free time, if you’d like to talk about our research meeting.

You: That’s actually pretty cute, thought you were just a horny piece of meat but damn, you surprise me.

You: I am still on campus, drowning in work. I’d love to talk, but I need to focus, text me later? 🤠

 Going back on discord, I felt strange. I wanted to say yes, to play his game, but it felt wrong for some reason. I was double texting and it felt like I was cheating on a man I was not even dating. I ignored the thought and typed back.

 Edelweiss: I kinda wanna know, but also really need to get back to work. So, I’ll have to decline.

Edelweiss: But I’m curious, what was the game?

HandSurgeon: It’s quite alright, I was going to suggest you’d take a pretty picture for me no matter who was around. But you are busy, so I’ll leave you be. Focus on your work. I’ll talk to you later.

HandSurgeon: But for ‘emotional support’, I’ll give you this:

HandSurgeon : [sent an attachment]

 I snorted at his words, and smiled when he sent me a picture of his gloved hand gripping the wheel of his car tightly. I did comment on wearing gloves while driving, even though they were not medical gloves and it had some charm, it was very movie-like. And suspicious.

 After that, I put my phone down and got lost in work. I did not even see time fly by, what informed me that it was indeed a few hours later than I thought, was the grumbling of my stomach. “I think it’s time to call it a day.” I mumbled while packing everything up. With the books put back where they belonged and my laptop tucked away, I made my way outside and was walking through the parking lot when I saw a familiar mop of hair making its way towards me.

 I suddenly felt self-conscious and straightened my back before meeting his gaze and frowning in confusion. “Are you stalking me?” I patted my pockets in emphasis, before saying “Did you put a chip somewhere, or-“ Law shook his head as if I was being crazy. “Bro, it’s super super sus that you’re at my campus when I never gave you the address-“

“I asked Robin. I was going to ask Nami but she wouldn’t have given me anything.” He explained as if it was obvious.

 Looking around, I opened my mouth and closes it a few times. It was a bit awkward. “Why are you here, then?” I asked, still confused, my eyes squint in suspicion.

“Right- give me a moment.” He turned around and took a few long strides to get to his car and get something from the passenger seat before coming back. Even though his steps were hurried, there was still this elegance to it that I could not ignore.

 “I am very familiar with long hours of studying, so here’s a drink and some food. I used to skip meals, because I’d get too much into it. Don’t do that, eat.” While what he said seemed caring, he was not smiling or anything. But the gesture was so sweet I couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s very nice of you,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear jokingly in faux-shyness before going back to a normal demeanor. “But I was going home. I was done for the day, here,” I handed it back to him before trying to find my wallet in my bag. “Let me, just- how much do I owe you?”

 He stopped me from rummaging through my back and ruffled my hair before handing me the drink and food back. “Nothing, I was passing by. Now I am sure to not get lost when I’ll come and get you on Thursday.” He winked, then looked back at his watch a moment. He seemed to ponder something for a moment, before looking up at me. “Would you like me to drop you off at your house? I have a bit of time before going back to work.” He asked kindly, showing me his keys as if trying to coo me.

 “Maybe you should go eat too? I’ll take the bus, it’s alright.” Smiling, the man pointed at his car with a certain pride. “Oh don’t worry, I got myself something too. It could be our first lunch date, you are so bent on traditions, so why not lunch?”

 I felt my cheeks heat up and pushed him playfully, careful not to spill the drink I had in my hand. “I’m not bent on traditions, I just barely know you, doc.” I looked to the side and shrugged before walking past him, “Let’s get lunch.” I said over my shoulder. I heard the man laugh in the back, then the jingle of keys.

 I tried to open the door but found it locked. I stated the obvious, “I can’t get in if it’s locked.” I was about to complain more, when he leaned over his side of the car and grinned. “Ask politely, and I’ll let you in.” I hated him, but the smile on my face was a betrayal of how I really felt. He was a little shit, but it was still fun. Rolling my eyes, I mimicked his action and rested my arms on the roof of the car, “Could you please unlock the car, doc?” “Good girl, was it that hard?”

 I turned my head towards him so fast I may have pulled a muscle in my neck, but the way he said it made it a lot more than just a nickname. He was testing the waters for something, and I had given him the exact reaction he wanted. “What, do I call you daddy now?” I said sarcastically while getting inside the car and buckling my seatbelt while he held everything before placing them back on my lap.

 “Not my thing, but I’m sure we’ll get to that conversation later.” He smirked as he put something in the glove box before closing it back and meeting my intense gaze as he leaned back on his seat. I was observing each and everyone of his action, feeling out of place in his car. I had met the man last night, but for some reason he felt familiar. Perhaps it was his aura, perhaps he was just that reassuring. No, clearly not, he looks threatening… “Something on your mind? I don’t know if you’re looking at me like you want kill me or fuck me,” Extending his hand towards me, he placed his index under my chin and lifted it, I quickly grabbed his hand like last time to stop him.

 “Maybe both, maybe none-“ With a short smile, he interrupted me, “Don’t be like that, I’ll ask differently. Are you uncomfortable? I haven’t done this in a while, so I’m trying to take it slow…ish.” He admitted. I could see on his face he was feeling just as sheepish as I was. Clasping my hands on my lap I chuckled nervously, “I’m good, I was just…. Observing. You’re doing good, simply put…” I trailed off and met his gaze with a playful grin, “Ye’re a looker pardner,” I then tipped my non-existent hat, which made him laugh genuinely.

 “You were just in awe?” He asked a bit surprised, hiding his bashfulness behind a laugh. “Exactly, take the compliment and don’t mention it again. Now drive, or you’ll get back late at work.” I huffed, looking at the window with warm cheeks. I felt a pull at my hand and looked at it confused, “I’d love to, but you’re still holding my hand.” I quickly let go and threw his hand back at him, “It was to make sure you weren’t going to do the whole,” Making a gesture with my hands in the air, wiggling my fingers, I continued, “Chin thing again.”

 Even though he agreed, only giving me a curt nod along with a “Right.”, I could see the smile on his face as he started the car. Looking at him from the corner of my eyes, I matched his smile discretely as I looked back at the road.

 The volume of the music wasn’t loud, I could hear the fabric of his coat as he maneuvered, the blinkers, my own nervous heartbeat. There was no reason for me to feel so nervous, we were just going to eat lunch then go our separate way. To try to calm down, I rummaged through my brain for topics to talk about, small talks was fun in social events but in one on one, it was a fucking disaster.

 Do you have any pets? Do you like cats? Maybe talk about his job? How long did he study? Or funny topics, less social, more creative? Politics is off the table, it’s not that great of a first date conversation. What’s your favourite colour? What part of your body to your prefer-

 I blurted out a question to try to fill the silence. And fuck did I regret it, I shouldn’t be allowed to speak when in that state, but it was too late. “So… what’s your favourite body part?” Wait, no, fuck, not…

[Part 6]

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For the emoji head cannons. Any or all - you know I’m asking about J and Tay 🥰

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Alright, kids. BUCKLE UP. There's some seriously good stuff in here, including some headcanons written by a good friend and reader, and you don't want to miss it!

💜— How do they say goodnight?

J doesn't—at least not unless Taylor comes and says it first. Usually, he's not even home at night, and she's resigned herself on those nights to having to go to bed without him. She used to try and wait up for him, but she always ended up falling into a fitful sleep, usually on the couch or sometimes slumped over on the barstool at the kitchen counter, her head pillowed on her forearms, a little spot of drool on the counter. She'd wake sometime later, usually with an awful crick in her neck, or with the knowledge that school's in a couple of hours and Mr. J still hasn't come back yet....

It's hard to sleep when he isn't there, and her nightmares are always worse on those nights. Sometimes she gets herself really worked up, convinces herself he's not coming back, that he's abandoned her, that he's bored, he's moved on. It's embarrassing, how quickly she's capable of working her entire body into a full-blown panic attack. She hugs his pillow to her tummy and curls around it in the fetal position, closing her eyes, smelling him, the scent he left behind. Gasoline. Smoke. Sweat. Smells that should affront her, but she finds comforting instead. It's all she's ever known.

A couple of times she's woken after falling asleep at the counter, her homework all spread out around her in a half-moon circle, with a pair of strong arms picking her up. She's usually so sleepy by then that she just does what's natural—wraps her legs around his waist and winds her arms around his neck. He puts her in her bed, as he always does—and without fail, usually twenty minutes later, or maybe an hour—she's creeping into his bedroom and slipping under the covers, scooting across the expanse of the bed until she's curled up against his back. Finally she can whisper "good night", barely audible in the darkness. She traces a tiny heart on his spine with her finger, and then she drifts to sleep.

🧺— Random domestic headcanon

Taylor manages to finagle Netflix from Mr. J--and boy, she had to work for it--but now that she has it, she's obsessed. She can finally watch all these shows that everyone on Instagram and Youtube are always talking about. There's a little community of people on this Youtube channel she likes to watch, this girl who does her make-up and reviews TV shows at the same time. It's so fun, and it always puts her in a good mood. Sometimes she leaves comments on the videos, and one time a couple people commented back! It was so exciting, and she likes chatting with these strangers, especially because she has no one else to talk to, and sometimes she thinks Mr. J gets bored listening to her prattling about stuff he doesn't care about.

Anyway, she's started watching this one show. She asks Mr. J if he wants to watch it with her, but he always says no... and then proceeds to stand next to the couch for half an hour squinting at the TV, as if the events unfolding before him deeply confuse him.

"Mr. J, just sit down!" she says, laughing. But he always says he has to finish working... and then stands there for another thirty minutes until the episode is over.

It's kind of their thing, now, and she thinks he's starting to get really into the show, which is exciting. Maybe she can finally talk about it with him?

But then... but then. She had to know that this episode would come, they've only been hinting at the sexual tension with all the grace of a sledgehammer for the past five episodes, and now, episode six, they're finally doing it, and Taylor. Is. Mortified.

Mr. J is, of course, perched right next to the couch throughout the entire event, standing, hovering way too close, now that she thinks about it, and she reaches for a nearby pillow and holds it up to her face in a poor attempt to shield her blush from him. The characters are moaning so loud, oh my god, she might as well be watching porn--and Mr. J's standing right there! She peeks up to glance at him, once, twice, and the third time she does it, she catches him staring at her, smirking, and she flushes so hard that she gives herself a headache from the intensity of her bloodrush.

Oh, my god. This is the worst.

"Something the matter, sweet pea?"

Oh, he knows. She knows that he does.

But she plays innocent. She's not gonna tell him how embarrassing this is. No way.

"Nope," she squeaks. "I'm fine."

She leaves halfway through the scene, abandoning the couch with some mumbled excuse about having to go to the bathroom--and she hides out there and peeks between the crack in the door until the scene's done.

When she returns, Mr. J looks at her and frowns, picking up the remote.

"Shame you missed the good part," he says, completely straight-faced. She looks at him, blinking.

"Oh," she says, "Well, I--"

"Don't worry," he says, smirking in a way she knows can't be good. "I'll rewind it for you."

👀— What’s their favorite body part on themselves? On their partner?

Okay, so my good friend @darkobsessions1989 was kind enough to provide an answer for this prompt before I had even been prompted with it, and she wrote a gorgeous scenario for both J and Taylor, so with her permission, I'll share both of those here:

She's been sketching his hands a lot lately. Trying to convey their rugged elegance, the sinewy length of his fingers and sharp knobs of his knuckles. She wants to capture their strength and duality. The way those hands have the capacity to be as soft and gentle as they can be harsh and rough. How sometimes, they can even be both at once.

She isn't really sure that's something she's even capable of conveying through lead and paper, but she's been trying anyways. Her sketchbook is a filled with countless renderings of his hands. Various versions of his fingers, knuckles, and palms. Close ups that detail all the little lines and scars across his skin, and more distant takes that sometimes travel a little ways up his forearms. Most are in pencil, but a few have been executed in pen or fine tipped markers--whatever she had closest on hand at the time, really.

She often thinks about the time he'd caught her watching him while she scribbled away on that sort of project. How he'd asked to see what she was drawing, and chased her through the house to pin her to the bed when she was too embarrassed to show him.

She remembers the thrill that rolled through her when he made that suggestive, "If I'd only known..." comment, and how that thrill had doubled as he advanced on her. She remembers just exactly how his weight had felt atop her, how her heart had hammered away in her chest, her tummy jumping with anticipation as he slid her arms up over her head and pinned them against the mattress under a big hand.

She'd been half convinced he was going to escalate things as he'd slid his free hand down the front of her body, and she'd been all too eager to tip her hips up to accommodate. Much to her dismay, he'd backed off. But she thinks--now that she's had more experience with him in this regard--that he might not have if she'd told him what he'd wanted to hear.

She knows now that there are certain things he really likes hearing. The mere thought of most of those things makes her flush crimson. But sometimes... sometimes it makes her do more than just flush.

Which is why she hasn't really been bothering with trying to hide any of what she sketches. She does it right in front of him, even though it kind of makes her antsy when he pays too much attention or stares right back. She tells herself that if he ever sees her drawing his hands again and calls her on it, she's gonna tell him.

She's gonna tell him that she likes his hands, likes everything about them. Their size, their texture. The length of his fingers and the wide width of his palms. The way they look. Their impossible heat, and how they feel pressed against her skin. On her tongue. Inside her.

It occurs to her that maybe that's a part of why she's been drawing them so much. Maybe she's just been looking for another excuse. An opportunity to show him that she does know how to use her words.

Maybe she won't manage to say it all without clamming up, but she thinks she'd like to try. She thinks he'd like that.

--

His favorite body part of hers? Honestly, there really isn't any part of her that doesn't peak his interest in one way or another. He's got damn near every inch of her mapped out in his head, her visage cast and carved out across the meaty ridges of his brain like some grisly work of art. He knows her. Inside and out, both corporeally and otherwise.

That said, if he had to choose just one part of her, he supposes he does have a rather particular fondness for the nape of that long, skinny neck. The faintly raised notch of bone that protrudes there between where the back of her neck and shoulders meet. The way that stretch of tissue, skin and bone seems tailored just for him. For his cupping of the fragile curve of her spine in his palm of his hand, just below the base of her skull.

Sometimes he likes to spread his fingers there, slide them up into her hair against her scalp, or squeeze just a little too tightly at the sides of her neck. He likes the way her breath catches, how she often tries to ease the pressure of his grip by getting closer. He likes the little baby hairs that dust along her hairline there too. How they they get a little frizzy and stuck to the dampness of her skin whenever she works up a sweat.

Truthfully, for how often and closely he's studied her, he could compose an entire anthology dedicated solely to the intricacies of her body--not that he ever would.

🚪— What would kill their trust in their partner/close them off? Could this ever be amended?

Ugh, this is a great question. Taylor's seen (and found out about) a loooot of stuff that the Joker has done that she doesn't approve of/doesn't like. She knows he blew up Gotham University, and she knows about the camera he planted in her room, and the fact that he's been drugging her (which she has been blissfully willing to ignore after their little couch encounter at the end of chapter seven) and obviously a bunch of other horrible stuff he's done. So that being said, if J were to do something to close Taylor off/kill her trust in him, it'd have to be something pretty big. She's tolerated a lot so far in the story, but she isn't unbreakable. It's hard to answer this question without spoiling anything, but suffice to say, you'll have this question answered at some point in Burn.

As for J, I think even if Taylor were to go to the police/were to do something behind his back, these behaviors would certainly be grounds for him losing trust in her--but I also think he'd be of the mind that these little "infractions" could be amended. He'd just have to work extra hard to get her back on his side again--but he wouldn't give up on her. No way.

#gemstar24 #asks #Burn #prompts #thank you for these! #by the way: kudos to anyone who can figure out what the Netflix show is that I'm referencing #;) #PS. forgot to give credit to Napiersmirk who supplied the idea for the domestic headcanon in the first place!!! #thank you!