#got certifiable goosebumps towards the end

[wonjns]

citrus — p.wb

⌗ pairing. . . park wonbin x male reader

⌗ genre. . . smut,, pwp tbh

⌗ summary. . . your fwb coerces you to drink pineapple juice solely because he loves the way you taste when you do. he's simply a man of science.

⌗ includes. . . switch!wonbin, semi-public, blowjob (rec.), overstimulation, mdni!!

⌗ wc. 1.4k

°A/N. . . requested by 🐈‍⬛✓ "....can I request a dom Wonbin whose obsessed with giving you blowjobs 🫣 I know he's a certified babygirl but something about his aura onstage mixed with those perfect lips of his makes my stomach do PIROUETTES." // HI ANONNN so sorry that this took me FOREVER love,, and that its so short. but i hope u enjoy it & i have more riize content coming very soon!!

the last thing park wonbin was, is predictable.

its been nearly 6 months since you've started your whole friends-with-benefits-borderline-situationship ordeal, and every time you hook up he still manages to make the butterflies in your stomach go absolutely haywire.

you couldn't quite pinpoint what it was about him that always got you so worked up. truthfully, it could be anything from his passion, versatility in bed, or more obviously his painstakingly good looks — but the one thing that you couldn't deny was your favorite is that he was the absolute king of giving head.

and it was his favorite, too, if the way he'd randomly start stroking you to full hardness throughout the day was anything to go by.

at first, you simply loved the way his soft lips would mold against yours whenever you'd make out. even more so when it was in a frenzied manner in the backseat of his car after a rough exam. that cloud 9 feeling would descend upon you whenever he would draw your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it rhythmically. yet, even that quickly proved to be only a warm up for what he was about to do when he’d begin to unbuckle your pants.

wonbin was a beautiful man, with beautiful eyes and a beautiful soul to match. there were books full of wholesome things you could list that contributed to your attraction towards him. but at the end of the day, you just had to admit that the motherfucker had those tantalizing, plush, pillowy lips that felt even better than they looked when he would wrap them around your needy cock.

he loved how subby it made you - how easily only he could reduce you into a pile of desperation for him with just his mouth alone. one touch from him and desire was radiating off you in waves of shameless pheromones.

he knew how much you loved it, causing the prideful boy to take even more joy in sucking you off.

one day, wonbin even went as far as to start convincing you to add pineapple to your diet, after he was scrolling through tiktok and found out it made you taste better down there. the blonde already thought you were naturally the best thing he’d ever tasted, so he practically had to stifle a moan at just the thought that he could make your orgasms even sweeter.

it felt a bit silly, the way he would start ordering pineapple juice for you at restaurants, but you went along with it regardless for the sake of testing the theory.

and oh boy, did it turn out to be true.

after the fruit had become part of your habitual snack routine, the orgasms wonbin would give you were nothing short of out of this world. you'd noticed his grip on your hips would be even tighter once your precum started seeping on to his tongue, and his throaty moans became even deeper.

you'd feel his eager, pink tongue begin to lap up and down the bottom of your shaft with more intensity, goosebumps rising from every inch of your skin as you were catapulted into your climax.

"oh my god, binnie...." you couldn't help but whimper, fingers curling into his silky golden locks when you saw his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

that first time, the way he licked up the entirety of the mess you made even after spilling down his welcoming throat showed you how serious it was to him.

"fuck," wonbin would groan, making sure to collect any remnants off of your lower stomach before grinning up at you. "we are definitely sticking with that method."

then before you knew it, he quickly became greed personified.

you'd think with how in command he always was, that you'd be the one usually on your knees for him - but he easily made it known that he wanted access to your sweet juices whenever he wanted.

and to wonbin... there was never an inappropriate time.

you'd have to use both hands to count the amount of times that you'd been out in public when he'd lay one of his ridiculously attractive, veiny hands on top of your core just to feel how your member would twitch at his touch.

it didn't matter if you were out shopping. it didn't matter if you were in the library. and it definitely didn't matter that you were now at dinner with the entire friend group.

wonbin didn't hesitate to give you that signature look, the one he knew you couldn't resist, while cupping your quickly growing erection after playing with under the table for the past ten minutes. for good measure, he also gave his plump bottom lip a singular tug between his teeth, just to seal the deal, to make sure he got you in the bathroom with your jeans pooled around your ankles.

you had to admit it was addicting, the way wonbin's smooth hands glided under your shirt to run along your torso while he teasingly licked your bulge through the thin layer of your underwear. your head fell back against the cool tile, unable to voice out your thoughts of how irrational this was.

nothing mattered when wonbin finally tugged your boxers down, removing that final blockade from him and your aching cock, already glistening with leaking arousal.

he shamelessly moaned when he pulled you into his mouth, wantonly sucking on your length as if it were his well earned dessert. in a way, it was — you have no idea what wonbin did in order to earn it while your friends were mindlessly chatting away back at the table, but you couldn't say no to him.

"god, y/n, i've got to be a fucking genius." the potty (albeit talented) mouth groaned. "you taste so good and haven't even cum yet."

you whined at his words, causing him to smirk as you meekly attempted to pull his head back to your cock, silently begging for more. he loved to tease you by randomly stopping just to utter nonsense, knowing the cool air exposed to your private parts after being wet from his mouth made you shiver.

you furrowed your hands in their familiar spot in wonbin's hair as he fiddled about leaving opened mouth kisses along your thighs. he took the time to gently suck the skin just below your belly button to drive you insane before he went back to the real work.

you often wondered how he never complained about his knees hurting, but just as you were about to ask him, he started bobbing his head up and down your length with vigor.

a loud moan managed to escape your lips when he hollowed his cheeks out around you, his warmness sending your body into overdrive.

"c-cumming—" was all you had to mutter before wonbin was pulling back, a smug look on his face as he held his thick tongue out.

"give it to me, pretty boy."

you nearly sobbed, overwhelmed with how sexy he looked - baffled with how dominant his aura could still be even while on his knees for you. he was commanding you while below you, and you’d never thought once about disobeying.

all it took was a quick jerk of your wrist after grabbing hold of your length, your love liquids shooting out and landing right on their target.

it was lewd, and a little embarrassing, watching wonbin swallow all you had to offer, but the way his adams apple bobbed while he lowly hummed to himself in satisfaction nearly sent you into another climax.

"so good, baby." wonbin drawled, keeping eye contact with you as he leaned forward to firmly grab your thighs, catching your relaxing cock back in his mouth.

you whined out feeling wonbin’s tongue properly clean all around your length, the overstimulation making your legs shake erratically.

weak attempts to push his head away were futile, wonbin absolutely having to lap up every inch of your skin he could to truly savor in the moment. it was a lot, but your body craved it. your head feebly swayed back and forth against the wall, and you swore your legs were seconds away from giving out when he finally pulled back.

wonbin pulled your underwear and jeans back up around your waist as he stood, softly kissing your lips to bring you back down to earth. you swore during the moments like this, that you loved him.

"lets go wrap up with the guys, then we can watch a movie at the house. how's that sound?" he questioned, raising a brow while gently pinching your flushed cheeks.

you nodded, before taking a deep breathe to compose yourself.

it was a cute offer, but in reality you were aware that the rest of your night 100% entailed of you chugging a pineapple juice to-go in the car ride home, knowing that wonbin was gonna have you on your back drawing at least two more orgasms out of you before even turning the tv on.

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[smallmediumproblems]

Come listen to The Storage Papers, we have:

Cool opening theme

Neato monster design

The Black Tapes piano ditty

nice voice

The Heebie Jeebies

#podcasts #rusty quill network #the storage papers #black tapes piano ditty my beloved #I'm only like 2.5 episodes in but I'm liking it so far #ep 2 in particular I listened to on a walk (prime I Am Alone And Vulnerable time) #got certifiable goosebumps towards the end #which is really what sold me

[itsdanii]

Because I’m an angst-addicted ball of misery, is it okay if I request drabbles of Fuckboy!Atsumu and Fuckboy!Oikawa being the crush of the reader but she knows of how they treat other girls and doesn’t want to end up heart broken and since she’s shy and introverted, the boys barely know her aside from her being a classmate?

She tries to keep a simple distance away from them until said boys randomly show an interest in her and they start showing her attention, love, and treating her better than the girls they messed with until after a few weeks she overhears from them or their teammates that it’s out of pity/they were bored because Y/N seemed easy to mess with.

Y/N doesn’t let them know she overheard them, instead a switch is flipped and she’s emotionless around them and avoids them. When they ask why she’s like that, she simply says “I won’t let you hurt me like the others.” She basically treats them like they don’t exist (she’s friendly to everyone but them) and said f!boys regret it and bust their asses to fix everything between them (I read how you felt about full angst, so the reader just blocked their number, social media’s, and treat them like the plague until they prove that they truly love her or regret messing with her :) )

Hey, bub. Sorry for the slight delay! I hope you don't mind me making slight adjustments about the plot for my comfort 🥺 And uh... this drabble turned out to be a oneshot because I got carried away. I only did Atsumu's part which went over 3k+ works 👁️👄👁️ Anyway, I hope that you still like it. Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! ♥️

Karma's a b*tch

genre: angst to fluff

warning/s: rude behavior (resolved), cursing, self doubt and insecurity(?), do message me if I missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason

ft. fboy!atsumu miya, f!reader

never play with a girl's feelings. wanna know why? just read the title.

You stared at the back of Atsumu's head dreamily, your elbows propped on your desk as you basically ignored the world around you.

Contrary to the belief that noisy students always sat on the back, Atsumu and his twin were actually seated in front. Despite being in the middle of a class discussion, the two kept on chattering as if the teacher didn't exist. The teacher basically gave up already trying to shut them up since they never listened anyway.

You knew that she could've just sent them to detention but of course, who would do that to the miya twins? People almost worshipped them and your teacher wasn't excluded. Everytime she entered the room, you noticed how she would always cast a glance at the Miya twins and smile "politely."

The two, of course, took advantage of it. If it meant being able to get away with their noise by just simply smirking at the teacher in front of them, they'd do it. They already did anyways. They never did anything more than that though, and for some reason you were thankful that they never crossed that line.

You jolted up slightly when the bell suddenly rang, a loud yelp slipping past your lips out of shock. With your eyes widening like saucers, you felt your cheeks heating up when majority of your classmates turned their head towards your direction, some having a grin on their faces while the others having a look of displease.

However, their stare didn't matter as much as a specific person's did. A pair of brownish eyes stared at you intensely, his gaze so intense it was enough to make you almost squirm in your seat.

Feeling your heart rate picking up along with the shiver running down your spine, you looked down at your lap, successfully cutting your eye contact with Miya Atsumu - the guy you secretly liked despite being hailed as your school's certified f!ckboy.

"Make sure to finish all your requirements this upcoming weekend. You're all seniors so I have high expectations on your outputs, understood?"

With a series of "Yes, ma'am," the class was dismissed.

The room was filled with different noises - subgroups gossiping with each other, the footsteps of students hurrying their way out, the rustling of papers, clanking of chairs and the voices of the class representatives reminding the assigned people to clean properly.

It was lively, for them at least.

As for you, you preferred being alone. No, you weren't some weird nerd kid who acted as if they hated the world. Instead, you preferred categorizing yourself as one of those people who were naturally shy and introverted.

You don't really like crowds nor socializing. You've always opted on sitting by the corner, just enjoying the calmness silence brings you.

Grabbing your books from your desk, you stood up and made your way to the door, head casted a little downwards to avoid making eye contact with people, knowing that doing so will result to interactions, and who has time for interactions anyway? Certainly not you.

With the lack of paying attention, you failed to notice someone who was rushing their way out. Like a cliche movie, your body collided with them, the impact causing you to stumble backwards, loosening your grip on your books as they fell on the floor.

Luckily, the person behind you managed to catch you on time, their hand gripping the small of your back to keep your bum from meeting the floor.

"Whoa, there. Ya alright, princess?" spoke the familiar voice just behind your ear, his breath against your skin giving you small goosebumps.

Instantly, you jerked away. Turning around to face him, you bowed down while muttering continuous apologies. "Miya! I didn't mean to bump into you, I.. I swear. I was just walking out and then somebody j-"

Chuckling, Atsumu placed a hand on top of your head, giving your hair a small ruffle which eventually made you look up at him. "Calm down, I ain't mad at ya. No need to be so flustered."

With a stiff nod, you mumbled a small "Okay," before bending down to pick your books off the floor. You didn't fail to notice how your hands were trembling and you silently prayed to whoever diety was watching over you that Atsumu won't notice it.

"Yer y/n, right?" Atsumu asked as he bent down as well, one hand clutching your book as he let his finger trace over the name written on it. "A pretty name fer a pretty face like yers."

You wouldn't be surprised if he'd ask if you were doing okay because by now, you were a hundred percent sure that your face must be looking like a red tomato. "Thanks I guess," you said, giving him a shy smile before taking the book from his hand.

The small encounter was cut off by someone calling for Atsumu's name. Turning your head to the direction of the noise, you noticed Osamu walking towards you with a small frown on his face, one hand gripping the strap of his bag as he went on how they're going to have to run extra laps again if they ever got late for practice.

Atsumu only chuckled at Osamu before turning his focus back on you. With a cheeky smile, he booped the tip of your noise fondly. "Guess I'll see ya around, pretty thing. Careful not to stumble again, alright? Don't want another man catchin' ya."

With that, Atsumu went on his merry way, turning around one more time to send you a wink, chuckling as you gave him a slow wave before his figure disappeared from your vision as a mere dot.

"See ya later..." you whispered on thin air, lips unconsciously curling up as you stared at the direction he went off to. Once you snapped out of your daze, you bit your lip to stop yourself from squealing like a school girl in love.

Well, technically, you were a school girl in love, right?

That night, as you laid on your bed staring at your ceiling full of glow in the dark stars, you thought that maybe it wasn't so bad making conversations with people every once in a while.

-

The days went by pretty quickly.

At first, you thought that everything will be back to normal. After all, you never tried associating yourself with people. Your high school life was basically nothing but waking up early for school then going back home after class and then repeat.

However, something was strange. In fact, it was very strange. Not only were people trying to befriend you but the one and only Atsumu Miya was actually making an effort to talk to you, and to say that you were confused would be an understatement.

He basically didn't pay attention nor spared you a glance before, until that day you bumped into him.

You knew that it wasn't a good practice to judge someone based on what other people say but he wouldn't be called as your school's f!ckboy for nothing. He'd change his girlfriend almost every week as if he's only changing clothes, cruelly dump those who did not meet his certain standards and doesn't care even if a girl cries infront of him. Those are exactly why you tried not associating yourself with him nor his twin.

But there was something about Atsumu Miya that kept on drawing you in. You didn't know if it was his annoying piss colored hair, intense gaze, or the aura surrounding him. You couldn't help but wonder how someone like him, the exact type of person you swore you hated, managed to keep you attracted like a moth on to a flame.

It was weird.

And yet you loved it.

"Ya know y/n, ya kinda wound me," Atsumu said, plopping himself down beside you on the cafeteria.

With your hand clutching the chopsticks mid-air, you surveyed your area, noting how some heads, specifically the Inrizaki VBC's, turned to your direction. "Sorry, what do you mean?" you muttered as soon as your eyes met Atsumu's.

"I literally thought we're already friends when I saved yer ass from falling backwards," Atsumu answered before stuffing his mouth with an Onigiri, no doubt made by Osamu.

Placing your chopsticks down, you wiped your lips with some napkin before speaking up. "I'm sorry for asking this but... what's with the sudden interest, Miya?"

You were aware of how snappy you sounded, but in reality, it was your own defense mechanism acting up. Just how were you supposed to ignore him when it's he himself who kept on clinging to you?

"Hm, what do ya mean? Is it so hard to believe that I'm trying to befriend ya?" Atsumu tilted his head a bit to the side, his lips curling up into a smirk. "Why not try givin' me a chance, princess? That isn't so much to ask for."

You organized your now empty bento, placing it on the side before focusing your whole attention to the man in front of you. "I've seen how you treated girls before," you said with a low voice, averting your gaze from him to avoid melting into a puddle.

Damn stupid feelings.

"I see..." Atsumu said with a slow nod. "Then I guess that makes it more of a challenge."

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon hearing that, your curiosity spiking up at what his words meant. "Challenge? What do you mean?"

Instead of answering you, Atsumu just stood up, his bento in hand with the side of his lips curled up. "I'll see ya around, princess."

With that, you were left alone in your table, eyes still trained on Atsumu as he made his way back to the Inarizaki VBC's table. You watched as most of his friends chuckled while patting his back, some even sending a glance towards your direction.

Deciding that pondering over it would only be a waste of time, you stood up and made your way back to your classroom, failing to notice a grey haired Miya watching you.

-

You let out a small squeak as someone behind you reached for the same book you've been trying to get for almost 5 minutes now. Tilting your head back a little, you were met with an upside down vision of Miya Atsumu's face.

With your arms still raised in the air, you spun around to face him, your back flush against the bookshelf keeping you basically trapped. "Miya," you mumbled while looking up at him, one hand fisting the side of your skirt to release some pressure.

"Here," he simply said while handing you the book, obviously holding back from laughing at your flustered expression. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna try anythin' that would make ya uncomfortable. I was just passin' by and saw you strugglin'."

"And he even tucked my hair behind my ear!"

"He did that?" your cousin spoke from beside you.

Both of you were seated on top of your bed, legs crissed crossed as you gossiped about your interactions with Miya Atsumu.

For the past few weeks, you've been having encounters with Atsumu - in the cafeteria, in the library and even outside of school where he claimed that he was out to buy some ingredients for Osamu and only managed to bump into you "coincidentally". Name it and he'll be there.

With these constant encounters stirring up your feelings, you had to resort on calling your cousin for some girl time in order to save your sanity. Luckily, your parents had no objection. They were even happy that you were actually trying to open up to other people. It was only your cousin but according to your parents, "A small step is still a step."

Plopping your back on your bed, you grunted as you placed both of your hands on your cheeks. "Mhm. I just don't get it you know? He's basically this popular guy that plays volleyball, has a group of girls swarming over him and has the face and body that looks like it's been sculpted by God himself, and yet he's wasting his time on me."

You looked at your cousin with a small pout, one hand reaching out to poke her thigh. "Am I just overthinking things?"

With a breathy chuckle, your cousin laid down beside you. "Maybe? I can't really say for sure since I don't know this Miya guy except your description of him, but what I think is that you should give him a chance."

Hearing that, you laid on your side to face her, elbows propped up against the mattress as you rested your cheek on your palm. "Aila, have you been listening to me? He is a f! ckboy. Dangerous, treats girls like shit, and undeniably sexy. What if his sudden interest is only a one time thing? What if he's just messing with me?"

"And what if he isn't?" Upon hearing no reply, your cousin took your silence as her cue to continue. "What if people just labeled him as this so called 'f!ckboy' because that's what they perceive him to be? What if inside him is just someone who's vulnerable, trying to protect themselves from getting hurt by people so they end up hurting others first to save themselves from the pain? What if he's just waiting for someone who wanted to really know him, the real him? Would you really deprive him of that opportunity just because of what you hear from other people?"

"I... I don't know.."

"Miya isn't here to defend himself and I'm not trying to defend him, but don't you think you should at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" Aila smiled as she settled herself on a comfortable position. "Give him a chance, y/n. Everyone deserves to get one. It's up to him to prove whether he's worth the chance he was given."

You sighed deeply, letting her words sink in as you also shifted yourself on a comfortable position, raising your comforter up until it reaches just below your chin. "Then what happens if he isn't worth the chance he's given?"

With a hum, your cousin just shrugged. "Then you either forgive him and let it go or... give him the finger and tell him 'f!ck you' for messing with your feelings," she said with a short giggle.

"It's something only you in the future can decide. Goodnight, y/n."

With a thankful smile, you turned the lamp off as you whispered, "Mh, goodnight, Aila."

-

"Let's be friends," you said as you slammed a box of onigiri in front of Atsumu, a smacking sound resonating in the air making the rest of the boys look at your direction.

Even the sound of balls whooshing in the air stopped, replaced by the sound of them dropping suddenly on the gym's floor.

With his lips parted, Atsumu shifted his gaze from the onigiri, Osamu, Suna and you. "Ah..." he muttered as if he was just as shocked as you for having the guts to come inside the gym in the middle of their training.

Feeling your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment due to his lack of response, you looked down and started to fiddle with you fingers. "You said you wanted to be my friend and I kept on keeping my distance from you so I thought you might appreciate those onigiri as my peace offering." You scratched the back of your head before giving him an awkward smile. "A-anyway, that's all! I'll see you around, Miya!"

Atsumi could only watch you as you dashed out of the gym. Snapping out of his daze, he looked down at the box of Onigiri, smiling unconsciously as he noticed the sticky note posted on top with "Good luck on your practice, Miya! :))" written on it.

"Interestin'," Atsumu whispered before standing up, Kita's voice filling the air as he called the team back for practice.

-

It's safe to say that after that embarrassing moment, you became friends with Atsumu. You even became close with his twin because they were always with each other. It wasn't long then when the usual duo became three - Atsumu, Osamu, and you.

It was hard to adjust at first. Your female classmates would always glare at you and spout out some nasty remarks but the twins were always there to defend you. In fact, you even met the whole team and hanged out with them when you didn't have some academic tasks to finish.

It was fun, and you were thankful for your cousin who gave you the advise of giving Atsumu a chance.

But there was a downside on the situation.

Your feelings which you kept hidden for a long time was only growing day by day, and you were afraid that it was slowly showing signs.

How?

Everytime Atsumu was near, your heart would beat so fast that you felt like you just finished a 4 kilometer run. Your hands would become clammy, breath would hitch, and face would heat up whenever he teases you, and don't even forget to add that one time you literally froze when you spun around, only to come face to face with him - nose almost touching, lips ghosting against each other with only an inch keeping you apart.

You were playing a dangerous game and yet you had no intention of stopping, not knowing that it wasn't only you who had a secret.

Because Atsumu Miya was also playing a game - something much more dangerous than yours.

-

"Where's 'Tsumu?" you asked as you peeked your head inside the gym.

Kita, who was about to walk out, gave you a smile before opening the door wider for you to come in. "Atsumu's in the storage room. The twins made a mess again so I told them to go clean up before we start practice."

"Typical," you said with a short giggle. "Anyway, I'm just going to drop off Atsumu's hoodie that I borrowed last week. I'll watch over them while you do your business."

"That would be great. Thank you so much, y/n-san. Call me if something happens," Kita said, giving you a small nod before leaving.

As you entered the empty gym, you grimaced upon seeing something that looks like spilled milk on the floor. With a shake of your head, you made your way near the storage room sneakily in attempts of scaring Atsumu.

However, as you got closer, you heard two familiar voices. It was Atsumu's and Osamu's voice, and basing from the way they were speaking, it seemed as if they were in the middle of an argument.

"The fuck did ya say?" It was Osamu.

"I said I was only playin' with her. I mean, she's so easy, don't ya think? It basically only took me a couple of weeks and she came runnin' to me with that box of Onigiri, claimin' she wanted to be friends," Atsumu said, followed by a chuckle. "As if I didn't notice the way she acted around me. I'm telling ya, that girl is in love with me."

"And so, what if she is? That's not an excuse for ya to play with her feelings, dipshit."

Hearing Atsumu huff, you slightly backed away from the door, only to freeze when you heard his next words.

"Y/n is nothin' but a toy to me, somethin' I can dispose of when I got bored."

Biting your lower lip, you clenched the handle of the paperbag you were holding before running out with tears streaming down your face.

You ran as fast as you could, ignoring the worried looks you're getting from the people you were passing by. Even Kita was shocked to see you yet he didn't bother calling out, thinking that you might be needing some alone time for yourself.

You skipped class.

Throughout your whole Highschool life, this was the first time you skipped your class and it was a bummer that the reason was Atsumu Miya.

Stirring your strawberry milkshake from a nearby cafe, you thought about Atsumu's words, another batch of tears streaming down your face as you realized how pathetic you were for believing that he isn't what others say.

Maybe your cousin was wrong.

Atsumu Miya wasn't worth the chance he was given, because he only proved that once a f!ckboy, always a f!ckboy.

-

You blocked Atsumu's social media accounts.

In fact, you even blocked and deleted his number to stop getting in contact with him.

Even in person, you didn't bother paying him any attention unlike before. You stopped coming to their practices, stopped giving him food and stopped talking to him.

You basically acted as if he didn't exist.

It was hard because you knew that your heart belonged to him, but you had to endure it. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction for playing with you. You know your worth and there's no way you're going to let some f*ckboy ruin you.

"Y/n, would ya stop?!" Atsumu said as he grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you from walking away from him any further.

"Get your hands off me, Miya. I don't wanna talk to you." You struggled against his hold, trying to take your hand back, only to fail when he tightened his grip.

"The hell's yer problem? What's with the sudden attitude? Yer basically ignorin' me and I don't have any idea what I did. Just tell me what I did wrong instead of actin' like a little brat." Letting go of your wrist, Atsumu groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. "I.. I don't like this."

You laughed, eyes squinting as you let out a fit of giggles before pointing at him. "You don't like this? Why not, Miya? I'm just a toy for you, right? So, I don't really get why you don't like this. Is it because you're not bored of me yet so you're not willing to dispose of me?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him with a serious expression. "Well, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not going to let you hurt me like the others. I'm not a plaything nor am I desperate like those girls pining over you. Have fun looking for a new toy. You're not worth playing with anyway."

That being said, you turned your back on Atsumu, ignoring the whispers that suddenly filled the hallway as the students parted some space for you, leaving Atsumu with his lips parted and feet frozen on the ground.

Serves you right, Miya.

-

Atsumu felt hollow.

With every passing day that you're ignoring him, conversing with people whom you never bothered associating yourself with before, the more he regret taking advantage of your feelings.

It was only supposed to be a game, nothing but a pass time and yet why did it felt like something was missing?

"I wasn't supposed to care," Atsumu said desperately while clutching his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table as he opened up to his twin. "F!ck...I think I like her, 'Samu."

"No shit, idiot," Osamu answered without taking his eyes off the stove. "I told ya several times to stop messin' with people's feelings and did ya ever listen? No. That's what ya get for bein' stupid."

Groaning, Atsumu rested his cheek against the table, facing Osamu's back. "Help me."

Slowing down from stirring the pot, Osamu looked at Atsumu through his shoulder. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, I'm yer twin. Aren't ya supposed to help me? Plus... y/n acts fine around ya." Atsumu sighed before sitting up properly. "I won't bother ya fer a week if ya help me out. I already did everythin' I could. Flowers, chocolates, even payin' attention in class just to impress them! Nothin' worked."

Osamu chuckled at the desperation and frustration in Atsumu's voice. "Deal." He turned the stove off, covering the pot before making his way to Atsumu. Sitting down, he crossed his arms over his chest while staring at the brokenhearted Miya. "Y/n is actually kind. Well, not until that moment she found out about yer stupidity. Have ya tried showin' her that yer willin' to change?"

Atsumu nodded. "I did. I even gave her the usual things girls like."

"I asked if ya showed her that yer willin' to change, not tried winnin' over her through bribery." When Atsumu didn't respond, Osamu let out a 'tsk' before continuing, "Just stop botherin' her and prove that ya regret what ya did."

"Easier said than done," Atsumu grumbled which earned him a smack on the head.

"Will ya stop bein' a sad boy already? I have a plan."

-

Its been two weeks.

Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu trying to apologize. Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu following you like a lost puppy while holding either chocolates or flowers.

Instead, what you were getting were these random post it notes on your locker, your desk, everywhere. Wherever you go, there would be random post it notes with various messages. Some contained cheesy quotations, the others short apology letters.

And despite how mad you were at Atsumu, you wouldn't be able to deny how cute the act was. Not only did he gave you space but also exerted an effort of silently letting you know that he'd be willing to wait for you.

You noticed how he stopped acting like a boss in class, opting to jot down notes instead of chattering with Osamu like usual. You also noticed how he stopped having a random girl beside him during breaks. Everytime you would pass by, no longer would he try to block your way and flick your forehead, but instead give you a hopeful smile before proceeding on his way wordlessly.

But what made you realize that he indeed regret what he did was that one time.

You were walking back to your classroom after forgetting your umbrella. The sound of the heavy rain tapping on the ground resonated on the empty hallways, the cold wind making you shiver as it whooshed in the air.

Wrapping your arms tightly around you, you entered your classroom, eyes widening as you saw Atsumu trying to fit something on the space below your desk while mumbling something.

Clearing your throat, you noticed Atsumu jolting up slightly before turning around to face your direction.

He smiled sheepily before scratching his nape. "I know it's yer birthday tomorrow so I was tryin' to fit this here. I guess there's no point hidin' it already since ya caught me anyway." Sighing, Atsumu picked up the fox stuffie and handed it to you. "Happy Birthday, y/n. I know yer still mad at me and ya probably hate me but I still wanted to give ya a present."

You stared at the fox in your hand, your fingers poking the fluffiness of the material as you fought back the urge to smile. "Thanks," you answered with a dismissive tone.

For a split second, it was silent, and you were aware of the intensity of Atsumu's gaze burning on your forehead, yet you refused to look up, knowing that once you did, you won't be able to hold yourself back and might just forgive him there and then.

"I like ya, I really do. I know I messed up big time fer taking advantage of ya and I'm sorry fer that. It was stupid and childish of me to think that the people around me are nothing but mere toys fer me to play with. I regret hurtin' yer feelings and I'll be willin' to wait until ya forgive me. Just know that I won't stop until ya do."

Hearing something rustling, you looked up and noticed Atsumu taking off his jacket. Within a few steps, he was already infront of you, draping his jacket over your figure. "I'll see ya around, princess. Don't get sick, alright?" Smiling, Atsumu gave your cheek a small pinch before heading out.

You were left in the empty classroom with nothing but the fox stuffie serving as your company. Atsumu's scent was swirling around you from the jacket you were given and at that moment, you haven't notice the single tear sliding down your cheek.

Because of all people, you never expected for Atsumu Miya to be the first one to greet you without having to remind them.

He was the first person you knew outside of your household to ever remember your birthday.

You hugged the stuffie close to your chest, burrying your face on top of its head as you let the comfort it brings envelope you.

-

You stared at the empty space infront, your head swirling as you thought of the possible reasons why Atsumu haven't been in class for three days now.

It's currently your last subject and throughout the whole day, you've been doing nothing but wonder where he was. You haven't asked Osamu about it yet since he was excused from the class due to the preparations for the upcoming match.

And so, the moment your class was dismissed, you rushed your way out, making your trip to the gym. You were thankful that they were in the middle of a water break so you had the chance to call out Osamu's name without having to worry about Kita.

"Y/n?" Osamu's eyebrow shot up upon seeing you. Suddenly, a knowing smile made its way to his lips. Standing up, he walked over to you. "He's sick," he said without even waiting for you to say something.

"Oh.." you muttered, shifting from one foot to another nervously before tugging at the hem of Osamu's jersey. "Do you... uhm, do you think it would be alright if I visit him after your practice? I wanna see if he's doin' alright."

"Alright. I think 'Tsumu would appreciate that. Why don't ya sit on the bench and wait a little for us to finish practice then ya can visit our house after?"

Upon hearing that, your face instantly lit up. You smiled at Osamu as you nodded.

Osamu only chuckled at you and fondly ruffled your hair, a habit he and Atsumu shared.

You waited patiently, and it wasn't long then when their practice finally finished. After Osamu took a shower, you both went on your way to their residence.

As you entered their house, Atsumu's voice immediately met your ears.

"'Samu! Cook me somethin', I'm starvin!"

You looked at Osamu who only shrugged as if he was already used to it. You took your shoes off and wore the slippers you were given before placing your bag on the couch.

"Our room is on the right. Go ahead and talk to him." Osamu said as he pointed on the door at the end of the hallway.

With a nod, you slowly made your way to their room, knocking softly before sliding your way in.

The first thing that greeted you were the mess of opened junk foods on the floor. Roaming your eyes around, you grimaced at the sight of empty water bottles littered around along with the volleyball laying on the ground.

Averting your eyes away from the trash, you looked at Atsumu whose back was facing you, his shoulder raising up and down evenly, indicating that he must be asleep.

Carefully, you walked claser and sat on the edge of his bed, your hand immediately feeling his forehead. "You're burning up," you mumbled, brushing his hair away from his face.

Suddenly, Atsumu's hand gripped your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. "Am I dreamin' or are ya a ghost?" he asked with a raspy voice.

"I'm not a ghost, 'Tsumu. I'm really here."

You watched as Atsumu slowly nodded before letting go of your wrist. "What're ya doin' here? I thought ya were still mad at me." Sitting up, Atsumu held the comforter close to him as he shivered.

"I heard you were sick. I'm no longer mad at you. I guess I'm still upset but I just can't hold a grudge against you forever, can I? That's not something I can do," you said with a shake of your head. "I really like you, you know? Despite your title of being a f!ckboy, I still fell for you. You were the first person I tried opening up to aside from my cousin. It's just a bummer that you ended up taking advantage of that vulnerability."

You felt Atsumu reaching out for you, his hand enveloping yours as he gave it a small squeeze. "I know, and I'm sorry. I really am."

"And if I give you another chance, will you prove me that you deserve it?" you asked as you looked at him, "I'm still hurt about what happened so I hope that if I give you this chance, you won't waste it."

"Yes. God, yes," Atsumu answered breathlessly, "I promise it won't happen again and I'll try to be better."

Suddenly, Atsumu wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you on his lap as he settled his head on the side of your neck. "Thank you," he mumbled repeatedly against your skin, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid of letting go.

And he never did.

Indeed, there was something about Miya Atsumu that kept drawing you in, and despite the bumps and dangers that came along your way, you didn't withraw.

Because as you closed the last page of your photo album eight years from then, you realized how right your cousin was alll along.

Atsumu Miya was worth the chance he was given, and he proved it to you every single day, sealing it with the diamond ring now resting on your left hand.

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[pleasantwizardphilosopher]

Just you and me

So, I finally gathered the courage to write something and went for a SuperCorp fanfic, because clearly I am supercorp trash. I haven’t decided whether to post it in AO3 or not but if I do I’ll let you know. English is not my first language so if you get any mistakes or some parts lack cohesion please let me know and I’ll try to fix it. This fic goes by the idea that Kara is a very good scientist, she deserves that much, Lena’s background is canon-like. There are no dialogs, only feelings and senses, hope you like it.

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Finding yourself stuck in time is hard, at least that’s what most people would feel like under such circumstances, but not for Lena, not right now, where every single piece of “normalcy” her life had is just beginning to crumble, like a piece of sun-dried bread, or the way eggshells crack after someone steps on them, painfully, noisily, in a million pieces, most of all and beyond everything, they shatter unrecognizably and irreparably. Maybe the cold that such pain leaves behind is what led her to run, maybe it was the sudden fear and tiredness that was left in her, like cold steel in her bones, maybe it was the emptiness that started consuming every truth she thought she knew. It did not matter, she fled, running as fast as she could in those 7-inch Louboutins. She never looked back, not even after her flight landed in National City, not even after setting foot for the first time in her new penthouse in the middle of the city. She never regretted it, at first it was rough, sure, like every bumpy road is, yet, after the first glance she ever took at that blonde hair that day in the park, all doubts were erased off her mind.

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It was the end of August, the chilly air that announced a cold winter ahead blew her hair, ruffling it in her face; filling the streets, waking scattered orange and brown-ish leaves that had fallen from nearby trees, whistling on its way through the now almost-bare branches. The wind left behind the soft aroma of wet dirt, freshly baked bread and upcoming rain, heartwarmingly, filling her lungs easily with every breath, puffing visible clouds when exhaling. It was certainly nostalgic, the kind that makes you feel warm and cozy and at the same time makes your eyes prickle with unshed tears. Kara felt that pull, as usual, for everything good her life has had, and everything it had taken from her. She stood on the sidewalk, towards National’s City Central Park, glancing around her, taking in her surroundings when her gaze landed on a particular someone, dragged to her as if her eyes were mere pieces of steel and that woman were a huge neodymium magnet; She found herself staring at a sight she’ll always remember, because at that moment, when she first saw her, she felt a different kind of pull at her heart, the kind that screamed “caution!”, but in the good way, hopefully.

Long before she knew her name, what made her laugh, what made fer fidget with her fingers nervously, but above all, long before she had met that woman with dark long silky hair, forest-green eyes and pearly skin. Long before that gorgeous human being, with such power emanating from her, yet such caring, hopeful eyes, crossed her path, long before she made her feel like flying without actually leaving the ground, mostly, who she would grow to love, maybe, maybe she was fantasizing too much, who could blame her, it surely was a sight to remember.

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When the double doors slide open, she’s expecting a no-nonsense, powerful, cold-blooded, cocky-demeanor CEO, what she’s definitely not expecting is for such CEO to be almost precisely all that shaped and carefully placed in a stunning, raven-haired woman, whose green eyes could pierce through your soul and would probably make you spill your darkest and deepest secrets, those that also hide so much fear, making her want to walk over there and pour all her support into a hug. Kara swallows. Nevertheless, there is also something else to this woman’s aura, her posture is perfect, clearly carved into her from a very young age, and her smile is polite but stiff, almost practiced, and still, Kara can feel kindness emanating from her, true deep kindness and care. Something brings her to the present again, her breath hitches, those beautiful eyes are staring intently into hers with curiosity and a hint of amusement. The woman in front of her has managed to steal her breath twice now, which is not something she, the founder and co-owner of a start-up company. Harvard graduate and Kryptonian, finds happening often, she has faced great threats, from grumpy bankers to out-of-space threats as Supergirl, yet, Lena Luthor has managed to make her heartbeat go erratic with a simple gaze. 

The soft scent of an expensive perfume fills the office, something akin cinnamon, vanilla and a little scotch (?). It is dizzying and a little distracting. She somehow manages to go through her proposal for the CEO without stumbling too much and, fortunately, without rambling. Lena seems fascinated by the proposal and agrees to the terms without major modifications to the contract. After both signing, they shake hands, and maybe, just maybe, they linger a little more than needed, both enraptured by the softness of the other’s hand. Lena pulls away first, fingers tingling, feeling the tips of her fingers warm and a lingering scent of something floral, it is electrifying, like a low current cursing through her veins, making her get goosebumps all over her arms, but she doesn’t mind, as her attention is captured by those ocean blue eyes that seemingly hold the weight of the world. She certainly is nowhere close to getting tired of them.

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When they signed this partnership, they did not expect it to turn this way, at least Kara didn't, or so she muses while sitting on the ledge of her rooftop. She truly just meant to get funding and maybe get to work a little up-close with the brilliant, certified genius of a woman. Sure, she is gorgeous and incredibly sharp-minded, as proven by so many magazines’ articles having bothered to analyze both qualities deeply and thoroughly; but after that first sight of her, with such strength and determination to her pose, with each powerful step, with every sway of her hips, albeit hiding so much hurt, sadness, and a great burden, brought to her by her last name; a burden that Kara has somehow come know so well, such need to be understood, because, the truth was, that no one had ever lived through loss the way they did. One lost her world, her culture and way of life, but found love and compassion, whereas Lena was denied both from a very short age, living a life without love, compassion, and affection, in a household where the outside cold wouldn’t enter, as the inside was icier. 

The cold nighty wind startles her, it brings to her mind memories of bight smiles, so hard that certain dimples showed, laughs so hard that some wine would be spat on a very white leader couch, sunny days filled with an assortment of foods and a wonderful voice, filling every corner of the room with its melody and a slight accent, becoming more evident when emotion takes a rightful place in her voice, one that comes from a very pale yet very compassionate woman. She has to tell her, it's been just over a year since they first met, but she knows it is time, with them growing closer, she has to tell her she is Supergirl. And yeah, she definitely did NOT expect things to turn this way. (Maybe she kinda did).

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When she asked Kara if she understood the quantum mechanics behind the surface plasmon resonance their platinum nanoparticles showed, she wanted to be shaken, mad even, because why wouldn't she, the to-be youngest member of the Science Guild on Krypton? Of course, they didn't have the same metals as they did on Earth, but they understood the physics behind the phenomena. Okay, Lena did do not know her identity, yet, hopefully, but she did have a Bachelor in Mechatronic Engineering and a Master Degree in Advanced Materials, she definitely may have crossed paths with the concept. But hell, how can she be mad when those bright, summer-trees green eyes look at her with such glint of excitement, with a twinkling sparkle or curiosity? Those eyes that were looking at her with a look you give someone you know gets you, beyond understanding your words, those who truly get a grasp of your language, of who you are, what makes you shake with the excitement of a new discovery, a greater challenge. It was then that Kara knew that she could read Lena the way no one had ever done for her, she could grasp what she needed in every moment, what she was thinking, but she also got her sciency stuff, the theoretical jargon, upcoming theories, the physics behind phenomena and she shared her love for technology that could make humans' lives better, longer, healthier. They shared, compassion, vision, passion and... Kara was now almost certain, love.

At least she thinks so, what else could those stolen glances be? She looks up, just to find those forest-green eyes glinting with determination and concentration while those agile slender fingers handle tools and twinkle their way around the solar panel’s circuitry. She is so enraptured by her skills that she mistakenly adds way too much platinum sulfide to the solution, turning it suddenly black and bringing her out of her stupor as the contents boil, violently spilling all over the place, filling the air with a slight scent of iron, evaporated water and burnt plastic. Green eyes break contact with the panel to look towards where strong hands work frantically to turn off the hot plate she was working on, dropping her tools she reaches a hand to help Kara, concerned green eyes looking for any kind of burn injury or spill that may need to be taken care of. After making sure everything is (mostly) okay and that it was just a failed reaction, Kara is suddenly aware of a soft hand pulling her away from the table, vanilla and cinnamon fill the air around her, like a soft embrace, that turns real when Lena pulls her into her arms, a soft bubble surrounding Kara, making her a little giddy and peaceful at the same time. Flowers, fresh-cut flowers is what Lena smells, while she hugs Kara tightly, it is normal to get worried for your best friend after a lab incident, no matter how small, she tells herself, and while it maybe is, it is definitely not normal the way her heart felt like stopping the moment she saw the hot contents of the Erlenmeyer flask spill all over the place, fearing for Kara, feeling it creep up her spine and settle like cold ice on her stomach and lungs, making it hard to breathe.

When strong arms surround her and pull her in tighter, she realizes she has started shaking and hyperventilating, embarrassed she hides her face in the crook of Kara’s neck, and everything fades outside this moment. It is just them, vanilla, and flowers, Kara murmuring sweet nothings into Lena’s ear, hearing her heartbeat even out, and her breathing become normal; and Lena trusting that this person, whose arms seem to be able to lift a bus, whose laugh makes her heart warm and fuzzy, whose smile lights her world and makes her feel safe, cared for and understood; will never let her fall. And perhaps she is right.

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Yup, it is definitely love. What else could it be? That snowy January, between hot cocoa and soft muffins, she knew. She is hovering outside her lab, on the outskirts of town, where it was less likely that someone caught her both personas; peeking through the windows, she sees her, Lena is coding the interface that would allow them to take the most efficiency and durability out of the technology they had designed, the mechanical and chemical part was almost done already. She is typing, eyes narrowed in concentration behind thick rimmed glasses, the tip of her tongue poking from a corner of her mouth. And Kara knows, she wants to caress those hands when they were trembling from the winter cold, but also kiss them after a long day working with her computer, she wants to rub her feet after a day filled with meetings and kiss her every time her brilliant mind comes up with a solution for an impossible problem. But above all that, she wants to hold her and whisper into her ear comforting and loving words when she has a nightmare regarding Lex, she knows it’s a common occurrence. She wants to see her crumble knowing that Kara would always hold her and support her, kissing her lovingly every time her insecurities get the best of her. She wants her to feel safe, protected and loved in a way she always deserved but never got.

She sighs, this is it and she knows it, there is not moving forward without coming clean about Supergirl, because, staring at Lena, she knows there is no going back either, looking the way her agile fingers dance around the keyboard as if she were writing a letter to a friend instead of a state-of-the-art software to power and control their recently developed solar panels. She thinks of how beautiful of a soul Lena is, she has such a big heart, she has a huge weight on her shoulders for being a Luthor, a burden which Kara would love to lift from her since it is not hers to carry, it shouldn’t be. Furthermore, she cares so much for the world and the people in it, even for the ones that are not human, unlike her family she is truly kind and compassionate.

Here goes nothing. Kara flies through the lab floor-to-ceiling windows towards the desk where Lena is working, placing beside her the paper bag containing hot cocoa and muffins for her. Due to the cold, the soft warm homey smell soon starts filling the room. Lena looks up smiling, expecting to find Kara behind the treats, but instead, bright green eyes lock with glassy baby blue eyes, trembling lips and fingers fidgeting. Lena stands. She is instantly shaking, whatever it is that could possibly turn the unyielding hero into a crying mess must be of great concern. She steadies herself by grabbing the edge of the table to keep her knees from buckling, knuckles turn white. Green never leaves blue. And just when she is about to ask the hero what brings her here, a strong hand comes to the small of her back to steady her and keep her upright. She has never been this close to Supergirl and at that moment when every sound seems to shut and the air stills, she knows.

She knows why those sky-blue eyes always inspired her such calm and confidence, why she always felt safe in those arms that could bend steel as butter. Because in that moment, when the warmth emanating from that hand starts filtering through her clothes, warming her, her senses are also filled with a smell of flowers, mixed with chocolate and bread, and a hint of mint; when a single tear escapes those ocean blue eyes, she crumbles. She crumbles under that gaze filled with pain and sorrow, filled with such regret that she could feel it creeping through herself, nestling in every corner of her body, making her feel slump and heavy. She also sees intelligence, compassion and strength, qualities she has come to be very familiar with under a blue setting. And so, she grabs the hero’s suit in her fist and buries her face in her chest, a single heart-wreaking cry filling the air. Kara shatters then, knowing how much pain this is causing to a soul that has been betrayed over and over again, who has been abused and pushed to her limits. She knows she is picking an open wound with a stick, and she hates herself for it, for using the same trust Lena gave her against her. They slide to the floor, never letting go of each other, tears falling freely through both their cheeks. Lena breaks into heartbreaking sobs and Kara holds her tighter, as if trying to keep her from falling into pieces, from breaking apart, rocking them both back and forth softly. Lena just cries, screaming from time to time, gripping the fabric so tightly that if it were regular fabric, it would be tearing down by now, but it isn’t, just as the woman holding her, the woman she most certainly is NOT in love with, is not a regular human. They stay there, holding onto each other, never breaking eye contact, the hot cocoa and muffins long forgotten.

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She really isn’t mad. She isn’t. So maybe she has been slightly avoiding Kara, but she isn’t mad. Despite her first-instance outburst of emotions, she realized she really isn’t angry at Kara from keeping the Supergirl thing a secret from her, yes, she was deeply hurt and upset but she understands the reasoning behind it, albeit she wishes Kara had told her earlier in their relationship it also makes perfect sense for her to hide it until making sure their relationship was well-founded and strong.

She is quite lost though, there is a small hint of emptiness inside her chest from that day which smelled like chocolate and bread, at first Lena thought she might actually and finally be broken, her heart having taken so many hits already. But the pain eventually faded, and that emptiness never left, on the contrary, it became more present, so much that she was now almost used to it. Like a lingering rock in the bottom of her stomach, or a ball of cotton in her throat, constant, bearable but persistent. And now, as the snow starts melting outside her office she wonders why. She knows why though; she just likes to pretend like she can fool herself.

The morning sun is hitting her office’s windows, warmer than it has been for the past few months and as the first drops of melted snow start to fall from the rooftop to her balcony, the pretense falls to pieces, and she falls along with it. She fumbles with her balcony door and stumbles outside, not even bothering to grab her coat, as soon as she steps outside, she is hit with cold, humid air and slippery floors. Taking huge gasps of cold air to fill lungs that seemingly do not want to be filled.

Maybe this is all she needed, standing on her balcony and glancing at the city, the morning sun casting a bright yellow light over her face, warming her skin softly, while her side in the shadows gets colder every passing second. It is enough, hot and cold, day and night, light and darkness, she always wondered to which side of the scale she tipped the most, she used to believe she was all shadows, a Luthor, and Kara was light, all goodness, she smiles at the irony, a Super. However, while she is taking in the city, calm and almost quiet since it is so early, bright light hitting the buildings and cold, contrasting shadows hiding smaller streets, cars, and people, she gets it. Kara was never all light, and will never be, she has on her shoulders an unbearable pain that will never go away and with her powers come hard choices that no one should ever have to make. And she, she is not darkness, she is both, and she can choose which side to feed, and she wants to choose light, just not any light, one that is personified by blonde hair and ocean-deep blue eyes that she could, and does, get lost into. Maybe, she can bring a certain light to Kara as well, maybe they both deserve it, they deserve each other. Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding she turned on her heels towards her office and out of it, directly to a certain warehouse on the outskirts of town. The balcony door left open, melted snow glowing gold from the morning sun, dripping into Lena’s office.

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Disappointment is that what she feels, no, sadness, for sure, she knew things could go sideways with the whole reveal show and yet, the clench in her heart won’t go away easily, and she knows she absolutely has no right to feel that way, she made that choice, just as she has made every other choice before it. She is tempering with her suit, waiting for her cell culture to finish growing so she can properly test their absorption properties. Soft pop music plays in the background, filling the warehouse with soft notes with a cheesy vibe, the mid-morning sun streams from the windows, lighting the space with an orange-ish golden glow. She finishes her upgrades with a tired huff, never one to hate working on something she surprises herself with such reaction. Groaning with frustration that has nothing to do with her projects and a lot to do with a certain pale powerful, wonderful, CEO.

She walks towards the windows, letting herself bask in the mid-morning light, feeling her powers recharge and her body start buzzing with energy. She clenches her fists, as the warmth caress of the sun on her skin makes her heart ache, missing another entirely different kind of warmth. She leans against a wall and lets her body slide to the ground, bringing her knees to her chest, she closes her eyes, letting herself get lost in the feeling of the sun kissing her skin, softly, almost hesitantly, she can almost picture a certain brunette, softly stroking her cheek, a sweet lovingly caress. A single tear rolls down her cheek from her closed eyes, knowing that such caresses may never be from her, a faith written by her own hand, resulting from her choices, as hard as it is. Letting her straining superhearing and expanding its reach she hears the hustle and bustle from downtown a few kilometers away, she hears the honks of the cars and the heavy panting from people running late for their work, such mundane thing that she may never truly get to live and experience. As her hearing expands, she finds herself focusing in a very well-known heartbeat, one she can distinguish above the sea of heartbeats that flood the city; it is beating absurdly fast, and her first reaction is to focus on her surroundings to find out whether she is in danger or not.

She hears heavy puffs of air, heels clicking steadily and determinately on the pavement, closer with every step, and is she running? Her breath hitches when realization dawns on her, she IS running, towards her. While her mind screams for her to move, to do something, her body is frozen, unresponsive, breath caught in her throat, she absolutely does not understand what is happening and doesn’t know what to expect from the woman that is now reaching her. Before she can dwell on it further, a feminine soft hand with slender cold fingers is touching her knee softly. She is panting from the effort, her breath smells like back coffee and mint, hitting Kara’s face warmly, making her head spin; a slight scent of grounded coffee beams mixed with Lena’s favorite scotch emanates from her clothes, she smells strangely like home; her red lipstick matching her flushed cheeks from running, and Kara cannot help but let her jaw fall open in awe at the sight.

She grabs Lena’s wrists softly and stands up bringing her along. Kara finally gathers her courage and looks at her eyes. She feels like sinking under her gaze, not out of fear, it’s nothing but love and warmth what she sees in those jade-green eyes, feelings she doesn’t feel worthy of, specially not when coming from the Irish goddess. Just when she’s about to close her eyes again, uncapable of keeping her gaze, Lena hooks a finger under her chin and makes her raise her eyes up to hers again. Insecure, scared-like blue puppy eyes find soft-looking bright emerald eyes. It’s understanding what she sees now in those deep green eyes, the same ones that seem capable of reading her like an open book. She lets out a sob, and Lena lets go of her chin, going to grab her hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing her palm tenderly.

The breeze brings to Kara’s nose the scent of Lena’s shampoo, smells like rainy days and autumn leaves, and, as usual, no words are needed when Kara moves her hand from Lena’s lips to cup her cheeks, bringing her other hand up. And, what else can she do other than lean forward? So, she does, she leans forward and kisses her forehead, its soft, tender, like a butterflies’ kiss, just barely brushing her skin, trying to convey her love for her beautiful Genius™ mind, for her brilliance, stubbornness and compassionate selfless soul. She then brushes her lips softly on both her eyelids, trying to convey all the love and regret she feels regarding the way she did Supergirl secret-related things. She parts slowly and watches as Lena opens her eyes fluttering open slowly, bringing her hands up to grab the wrists of the Kara’s hands that are still cupping her face, thumbs softly stroking the inside of the kryptonian’s wrists, she lets out a shaky breath, blue eyes looking at her so lovingly tenderly, with such determination and strength, unyielding as sapphires, she feels no questioning in her heart, this is where she is meant to be, she turns into a mushy puddle and lets herself be drawn into the Girl of Steel.

Kara leans forward and kisses her nose, giggling quietly, Lena simply melts into it feeling a soft warm breath that smells like chocolate and honey, suddenly, the emptiness in her chest melts like ice cream on a hot summer day, leaving nothing but love and warmth, like the one from a fireplace on Christmas Eve. She lets out a shuddering breath, relieved. They lock eyes again, and finally all those unspoken questions find an answer. They lean forward at the same time, their lips meeting in the middle, fitting perfectly against each other. It is warm, tender, loving, and everything it should be, the way every cheesy romantic comedy says it’s like. They pour all their love into that moment, lips moving against each other, chocolate-honey and black coffee.

When they finally part, it’s like breathing for the first time, lungs grasping for oxygen, freshly cut grass, concrete and sun-provided warmth, and it is perfect. Like taking a breath after holding it underwater for a long time, except you never truly knew what breathing was like, until that life-altering breath. They breathe in sync, foreheads touching, Kara’s hands go down to wrap around Lena’s waist, pulling her closer, Lena rests her head softly on Kara’s chest, nuzzling into her neck and closing her eyes, letting herself fall into that fierce love, like an all-consuming fire, she’s been too afraid to open herself to, to be vulnerable. They stay there, enjoying each other’s embrace, the hustle and bustle of the city blind to a beautifully blooming love.

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Kara is very clumsy, it does help her keep up her façade, albeit it is also a personal trait of hers. And right now, as she trips on nothing, while standing nonetheless, she makes it extremely evident. Forest green eyes look at her amused from the other side of the door. How does Lena expect Kara not to fall face first to the ground when she is dressed looking like THAT. Wearing a deep red drees that falls softly just below her knees, strapless, leaving her back and cleavage on display, her hair up in a neat bun and her signature 7-inch black heels, Kara definitely stopped breathing, not that she needs to anyway. She stands up awkwardly, taking the dust off her khaki pants and dark blue blazer. Lena cannot hide a smirk after pulling such reaction from no other than Supergirl.

The CEO pulls Kara into her apartment, it smells like vanilla and apples, probably resulting from the many scented candles that Lena likes to light around her apartment. The only light comes from said candles and several Christmas-like light strings that are hanging from the ceiling, giving the place a warm cozy glow. Kara smiles lazily as she leans down to kiss Lena, catching a glimpse of bright emerald eyes melting glimmery before falling shut. She smiles into the kiss. She pulls apart slightly and kisses the tip of Lena’s nose, the raven-haired woman lets out a soft chuckle. Kara grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers, and leads her to the door. Today it’s dinner date day, they are celebrating the successful launch of their joint solar panels project, the best performance ever achieved thanks to a certain Kryptonian’s platinum oxide nanoparticles; and 10 months of full-on dating. As Kara closes the door of Lena’s apartment behind them, the warm smell of the candles fills the hallway and follows them into the elevator, a fluffy plush blanket, a protective mantle surrounding them.

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drip…drip… the constant crash of raindrops against the windows surrounding them, rain pouring heavily around them, drowning the usually loud noises of the city’s rush hour, washing away the strong smell of smog. They are tucked under a bus station stop, at least Lena is, Kara is already dripping, since she stubbornly stood outside the small protection the roof offers so Lena and other humas could take cover, she doesn’t get sick anyway. Lena is shivering, although it has been a remarkably hot summer, today was quite a cloudy day and it rained for the most part, resulting in a temperature drop of several degrees. The brunette leans into Kara seeking for her abnormally high body temperature to warm herself up, but the Girl of Steel has other plans, since she cannot fly Lena to their apartment, she might as well take the best out of the situation.

Just as Lena is dropping her full body weight into her, she slides away, pulling Lena’s hand with her, directly into the downpour. Lena gasps when the first heavy drops of the cold water hit her, feeling her clothes get soaked almost instantly, she feels the raindrops roll down her skin and further dampening her clothes, the smell of the rain fully hits her now and when she lifts her eyes from where they were looking at the floor not to trip, she sees Kara smiling her signature megawatt smile at her, completely soaked and intertwining their fingers playfully, so Lena smiles, smiles so hard her dimples show. She lets herself be dragged by Kara, running under the rain, feeling the cold sweeping into her bones, and feeling more whole and filled with happiness than she has in a very long time, if ever.

Kara jumps over a puddle with all the grace of a gazelle, letting go of the CEO’s hand, such displays of her true nature still wonder Lena, just when she is about to make the jump herself, Kara stops and abruptly turns towards her. The world stops. Or maybe she is the one that freezes, the only thing she can hear is the rain pouring heavily around them, and her heart beating erratically in her chest, ringing in her ears, the smell of rain mixes with Kara’s floral perfume, she is getting closer now. The brunette starts shaking, and it has nothing to do with the cold water still running down her body. Kara stands in front of her, soaking wet, dirt all over her jeans from playing in the rain, her hair falls in wet dirty blonde strands around her face, her eyes as baby blue as always are dim because of the raindrops that coat her glasses, and in her soaking hands she’s holding an astonishingly made silver ring, two intertwined silver strings hold one small bright emerald in the middle, the inside of one of the string, in almost unreadably tiny letters reads “You are my hero”. The simplicity of the stone in contrast with the intricate design of the ring.

Lena forgets how to breathe, but Kara understands, so she just waits there, with the most loving smile ever seen stamped on her face. When Lena’s out of body experience ends, she simply nods enthusiastically. And so, the world starts spinning again, the honks of the cars return, engines roaring and muffled conversations, all muted by the rain, washing over them as reality sinks in, they are choosing each other, even when the world has tried to pull them apart repeatedly, furthermore, against each other, for them, none of it matters, just them, here and now, kissing for the first time in hopefully many years to come. Lena lets her hands drape loosely around Kara’s neck, feeling the grounding weight of the ring on her left ring finger, hot against her cold skin, the same way Kara’s hands, which hold her together.

#supergirl #supercorp #fanfic #karlena #kryptonian #i wrote this on a whim #please give me feedback #this is my first fic #be kind

[whittakerjodie]

The Mask (13th Doctor X Reader X 8th Doctor)

Requested: by me because I’m in love with these dorks 

Summary: It’s your turn to choose the adventure and, without another idea, you choose a masquerade ball. When you find yourself separated from the Doctor, you run into a mysterious and charismatic man who goes by the same name as your traveling partner...

A/N: I am so so sorry that I haven’t written in forever! I am in my first semester at college doing 16 credit hours and for great chunk of the semester I’ve also been working full time. I’m not, now, so I have a little bit more time, but I’m trying to finish this semester out strong. I hope that you enjoy this fic!

Words: 2.5k 

Warnings: None that I can think of, it’s a ‘jealousy’ type fic if that is something you want to avoid! 

“Good?” You whispered. The Doctor nodded, letting her hands fall from the sides of your face. The mask, which you had picked out from the TARDIS’ infinite dressing room, now rested neatly against your face, adding a bit of flair to the rest of your elaborate outfit. It was your turn to pick out where and when you went in the space-time machine. Having run out of ideas, your mind flashed back to the most recent movie you’d seen and in the end you proposed attending a masquerade ball. Purely for the aesthetics, you told yourself, although there was certainly some unconscious desires at play-

“How’s mine?” Your favorite time lord asked, having finished slipping on her mask. You gasped; clearly she’d had it for a long time. This was made evident by the gold intricately placed in complex circles against a black frame, the texture of which was dulled and beginning to fray from use and age. It fit nicely with her old fashioned suit, which was fashioned out of the same dark material, fitting her body awkwardly. Clearly she’d borrowed it from a past self. Her eyes, visible under the mask, seemed to have aged centuries from the second the mask had come into contact with her face to match it.

“It looks great” You said, certifying the outfits status. The Doctor grinned and held out a hand for you. You accepted it, enjoying the way her fingers curled around yours, transferring her warmth through your body. Her excitement, too, must’ve passed through your skin-level bond, because you could feel your heart racing as she led you out the doors towards the ball.

Within an instant, you were transported from the TARDIS’ interior dimension into a world filled with glitter and gold. It came in second place compared to the air of the room itself, which was occupied by the vibrations of the most glorious music you’d ever heard. People were everywhere, occupying every inch of the dance floor and beyond, blurring into a sea of movement. The Doctor squeezed your hand, and you threw yourself into the waves.

After about a half hour, you were about done with the dancing mess. At least for a time. Your clothes were beginning to stick to your body, your body's natural cooling function turning into a frustrating adhesive. Not to mention your feet were starting to ache, begging you to take it easy for a time. The Doctor, being an immortal ball of energy, was still enthusiastically throwing herself around the dance floor, forgoing any rhythm that she might’ve been recommended to meet. You flashed her a smile before turning to the snack table, fancying a drink. Reaching for the punch bowl, your movements were interrupted by the startling cough that started next to you.

You took a step back, concerned building for the man who was leaned against the wall, doubled over.

“Are you alright?” you asked, trying to remember everything you knew about preventing choking. Just as your hands moved towards the man, however, he straightened up with ease, all tension gone from his face. The only sign that anything was amiss were his eyebrows, which started to furrow.

“There was alcohol in my drink.” He said, as if offended. You chuckled. “Laying off, Hm?” Still, you avoided the punch bowl that he was glancing warily at and stepped in front of the next one.

“Don’t drink from that one either,” He recommended.

“... Why not?” You asked, confused and slightly irritated. “Not enough sugar. No fun.” You laughed. “Not enough sugar? What kind of a picker eater- drinker, I should say, are you?”

“I’m not picky,” The man whined. His eyes drifted from yours to the accessory surrounding them. “Where did you get that mask?”

From the softness of his words you instinctively raised your hand, fingertips brushing against the piece. “A… friend got it for me. Do you like it?”

“It looks familiar” He said, with a curious gaze.

“Does that mean you like it?” You whispered again. With his face so close, inspecting your mask, you needn’t speak too loudly. Face heating up, you cleared your throat. “Where’s yours?”

“My what?”

“Your mask. It is a masquerade ball” He paused and blinked, as if just remembering where he was. Then his face lit up, his body jumping quickly as his hands flew to his pockets. The mask he produced from them seemed to be of a standard shape and size; it was the design that caught you off guard. Golden circles covered the black frame, which was neither dulled or frayed but a healthy, vibrant shade. It was the same mask that the Doctor wore in the next room.

“Do you like it?” He asked coyly. Before he could cover up his features with the mask, you put a hand on his wrist, eyes scanning over his face. There wasn’t a lot of similarity, but you knew that regeneration was a lottery. Having met up with the Doctor’s 10th incarnation far too many times to count, you were well acquainted with the Doctor and their species’ habit for changing their face. He glanced over to your hand on his wrist and swiftly removed your iron grip. In an even quicker moment, he pulled your mask from where it rested and replaced it with his own.

Before you could process the change, your stolen mask was on his face.

“There! Since you liked mine so much. Now it’s yours.”

You tried to speak, but could only manage a sputter for several seconds until the shock released its hand from your vocal cords and you gasped: “Doctor?”

That threw him off guard. He slipped the mask upwards so it rested against his  curls, eyes narrowing. “How do you know that name?” He murmured.

“So you are the Doctor.” You said incredulously. “I’ve no idea which one but-”

“How do you know that I’m the Doctor?” He replied, tone turning sour with seriousness. Then he backed off a little. “Have we met before? You must understand, I have a habit of, well, forgetting myself. And everything else.”

“I travel with you!” You clarified, starting to get excited at the prospect of meeting a new (or, to put it chronologically, old, depending on where he was in the Doctor's life) incarnation of the Doctor. Realizing that your words might’ve been a mistake, you covered your mouth with a small squeak. From behind your hand, you worriedly asked: “Was I not supposed to tell you that?”

The new Doctor laughed. “I’m sure it’s no trouble. Luckily for you, I also happen to have the habit of running into my past and future selves, friends included!” The joy lacing his words put you at ease and you lowered your hand from it’s muzzle position only to have it captured by him immediately.

“Come,” He said, tugging you along as more people began to arrive at the snack table. “I want to meet you, properly!”

When the new Doctor mentioned that he wanted to meet you properly, you had no idea that dancing was his intention. But, soon enough, you found yourself ensconced in the commotion once again. Completely oblivious to the organized dance that was sweeping through the room, The new Doctor raised your entwined hands in the formation of a waltz, his other hand resting in a respectful position on the middle of your back. It’s warmth, so similar to your own Doctors, seeped through the fabric and created goosebumps along your arms.

“So, which one are you?” You asked, voice rising above the violins and cellos.

“Incarnations, you mean? I’m currently in my 8th body. I assume you travel with my 9th?”

“13th, actually,”

The 8th Doctor paused, looking confused for a moment. His lapse in movement caused him to bump into another partygoer, which jostled him back into the dance. “Ah, wearing a bit thin, then…”

“How do you mean?” You asked, concerned at his comment.

“Not to worry,” He said with an enormous smile. “How about you? Where are you from?”

“Earth”

“When?”

“2020”

The 8th Doctor cringed. “I really must come up with better questions”

“I’ve got one,” Said a new but familiar voice. The Doctor, your Doctor, stood only a fraction of an inch away, hands on her hips. ‘8′ gave her a once over, then looked at you and acknowledged the recognition in your eyes.

“Ah, you must be my future self!” He said excitedly. “Wonderful”

“Yes, it is,” your Doctor said hurriedly. “We really should get going, shouldn’t we Y/N?”

“But we’re dancing,” you protested.

“Yes, they want to dance,” the other Doctor reinforced. “Surely there’s no… problem?” You frowned at the inclination in his voice, and so did your Doctor.

“Then they can dance. With me?” your Doctor asked. It sounded authoritative, but the lift of her tone at the end left a hint of worry behind.

“Well, sure-” Before you could finish your sentence, your hand left the 8th Doctors and landed on the shoulder of your Doctor, who began to spin you around the room and away from her past self.

“Where’d your mask go?” She asked, hands gripping your waist tightly.

“He swapped ours,” You replied, trying to keep your voice steady as your Doctor dipped you. The world stopped in that moment, the Doctor’s eyes moving over the gold design. You imagined it would be necessary to breathe soon, but you didn’t want to disrupt the air between the two of you. To keep you steady, the Doctor's hands moved to your upper back, making you shudder.

“Well, jokes on him,” She whispered, as if proving herself in some momentous feat. “Now we match”

When you were raised back into a standing position you found yourself wobbling a bit, still dizzy from the seconds you’d spent near horizontal, only able to focus on your Doctor's voice and presence. Thankfully, there was another presence there to keep you steady.

“You don’t mind if I borrow them for a moment, surely?” the Doctors 8th incarnation asked, arm slipping around your waist.

“I don’t mind,” You squeaked. As you were turned away, you got the feeling that your Doctor did mind. The song ended and another one began, sweeping you off your feet. Or perhaps that was the 8th Doctor himself, who was moving the two of you throughout the room; an impressive feat given your close proximity to the other occupants- and each other.

“I do mind, actually,” your Doctor said grumpily a few moments later, easily and swifting transitioning you from his arms back to hers. Her old incarnation looked stunned for a moment before you lost sight of him. Everything was beginning to blur together, and soon it was hard to tell whose arms you were actually in at any given moment.

“Getting a little bit territorial in your old age, are you?” The 8th Doctor snipped over your shoulder. You resisted the urge to add fuel to the fire growing between them, trying to keep your mind on the music and the dance. However, your mind was distracted and your feet refused to move as they should.

“Old age? You mean more mature, wise-”

“No, I mean territorial” Your Doctor shook her head, trying to guide the two of you away from her past self, only to find that the way was blocked by too many people.

“Or maybe I just remember your plate being a little full” She challenged. “How’s Grace? Charley? Fi-”

“Okay, enough!” You yelped, not exactly anxious to hear all the names involved in the Doctor’s romantic history. Slightly out of breath, and incredibly dizzy, you glanced around for an uninhabited corner of the room that you could take advantage of. You didn’t find one, but you did see, out of the corner of your eye, a man dumping something into the punch bowl that you had been standing at previously.

“See?” You heaved, trying to catch your breath and end their ego contest. “Weird, suspicious stuff. Adventure, right? Go fetch!”

Both of them looked at you with wide eyes. Luckily, you didn’t have to suppress laughter, as your lack of air intake was doing that for you well enough. They looked at each other next.

“This isn’t over,” your Doctor grumbled, as she started moving towards the suspicious activity. As the back of her and the other doctors' suits entered your vision, you thanked the Universe for a break. It wasn’t too welcoming, and you found that each Doctor took one of your hands into theirs and began to lead you along.

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It was another 3 hours of challenging quips and hand holding before you finally managed to get the break you so desperately craved, leaning against the TARDIS’ exterior as the two Doctors spoke of the past, the future and the present. It was nice to see them finally getting along. The adventure had brought the two of them together quite nicely, reminding them that they were one and the same despite the bodies and years separating them. Their conversation wrapped up smoothly, with smiles. Then, it was your turn to say goodbye.

“I can’t hang on to the mask, I don’t think” You said sadly, slipping his mask from your face. “I think that if I did, it wouldn’t be in the wardrobe for my Doctor to find. It could conjure up another one, though… maybe?”

“Your Doctor,” The 8th Doctor murmured with a smile. “I like that sentiment.”

Your cheeks grew warmer as you placed the mask into his palm, gently closing his fingers around it. He had taken your mask off of his face, but didn’t hand it over.

“You don’t mind if I keep this one, do you? I’ll put in a good word with the TARDIS to bring it back to you.”

Not entirely grasping the time travel and not bothering to, you nodded, knowing that somehow it would all work out. You glanced over his shoulder to see your Doctor, watching the two of you not with a look of apprehension, but with comforted observation. The 8th Doctor matched your gaze, chuckling to himself. “I suppose I best return to my own travels and time. But, Y/N, make no mistake. I’m very much looking forward to our future.” At the end of his sentence, with his words still echoing through the air, he raised your entwined hands and pressed a delicate kiss to the back of yours, with a squeeze as a promise for another time- One that was steps away.

Clutching your hand to your chest, you watched him disappear into his TARDIS, which began to dematerialize moments later. There was a small ache, but it was soon remedied by your Doctor approaching, with a distant look in her eyes. Clearly, the memories and experiences of another lifetime were beginning to resurface.

“Do I get one from you, too?” You asked to cheer her up. She raised a brow and you held out your other hand, the one untouched. Your Doctor slowly bowed her head to place her lips against it, humming softly. After she was done, she turned it over to place another kiss on the inside of your wrist, against the place where your heart beat in a rapid succession.

“Still trying to one-up him?” You whispered, voice slightly wavering. Your Doctor smiled, unlocking the TARDIS.

“Something tells me I don’t need to. Our future, remember?” Your future, together. Seeing the universe, together. You followed her into the time machine, heart full and eager for more.

#8th doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #13th doctor imagine #8th doctor imagine #doctor who imagine #the doctor x reader

[l0lsat-wod]

~Random Domestic Head Canon Series~

On the topic of fear...

Hawks x fem OC

Warning! Slightly steamy toward the end - read at your own discretion!

Misaki had never been a fan of horror movies. Particularly the ones that were designed to terrify people about perfectly normal occurrences—like the power going out during a typhoon. The tropical storm had hit land earlier that afternoon, prompting the government to issue a discretionary advisory to remain indoors until the worst of it had passed. And so, Misaki was contently snuggled into her bed with one of her favorite books, a pair of earbuds nestled into her ears and playing a soft symphony of orchestral music in an effort to drown out the sounds of the storm raging outside her apartment.

Under normal circumstances, she would not have thought twice about the lights flickering for a moment before snapping off. Being the overly prepared person that she was, there were several, strategically placed flashlights and candles all over her apartment; at least two weeks’ worth of emergency provisions were also stashed away in her pantry in the event that she became unable to leave. The building she lived in had fortified storm glass on all of the doors and windows that was certified to withstand winds up to 190 km/h. She had absolutely no reason to be worried about being alone in her home during a typhoon.

Under normal circumstances.

Goosebumps skittered over the skin of her arms and neck as she was suddenly awashed in pitch black. The sun had already gone down outside her window almost an hour ago, granting an ominous feel to the torrential rain that poured from the angry clouds overhead. She could hear it over the music playing in her ears, beating against her windows with a driving force that threatened to overcome the reinforced glass. Taking a deep, calming breath, she carefully set her book aside and removed her earbuds, placing them on the nightstand before reaching into the drawer to pull out the flashlight inside. She clicked the button on the barrel of the device to turn it on, sighing softly in relief as the bulb flickered to life and cast a beam of bright light across the floor of her bedroom. Her relief was abruptly replaced with a flash of panic as the light suddenly cut off and she was once again bathed in darkness.

Misaki had never been afraid of the dark. She didn’t believe in ghosts or any of the multitude of creatures that were made up to keep little children from venturing out of their beds in the middle of the night. It had always been a philosophy of hers to face things that seemed intimidating with a rational mindset. Prepare. Remain calm. Don’t overreact. As was her mantra in fearful situations.

Under normal circumstances.

But Misaki’s circumstances were somewhat abnormal at the moment. She had engaged in an activity recently which she’d never allowed herself to experience before—mostly because she found the practice of subjecting oneself to something that was made to induce irrational fear utterly ridiculous. However, she had grudgingly let Hawks talk her into watching what he called a “cult classic” horror film during their regular date night last week. The black and white zombie flick had been more campy than frightening, but Hawks had insisted that they watch it in the dark in order to set the proper mood. She hadn’t thought the experience had affected her much, until this moment.

A soft rattling sound from the main room made her jump. Her eyes, which still weren’t quite adjusted to the dark, shot over toward her bedroom door. A sudden wave of fear sent shivers racing up from the base of her spine to the roots of her hair. Reaching out for her phone on the nightstand, Misaki kept her eyes trained firmly in the direction of the living room. Visions of zombies clamoring at her front door filled her mind, feeding her irrational paranoia about the skittering, scraping sound that was probably just a piece of debris washed up onto her balcony by the storm. She felt her hand brush the edge of her phone on top of the nightstand and a new wave of horror assailed her when she heard it clatter onto the floor a moment later. The light from the screen flashed for a second before going dark.

Her heart plummeted into the pit of her stomach. Not only had she apparently forgotten to check the batteries in her stash of flashlights, but her ridiculous fearfulness had sent her only other source of light into the oblivion of darkness beneath her. She slid her eyes closed and took a moment to calm her nerves, determinedly beating back the thoughts of zombies and any other nonsensical fears her subconscious mind had seen fit to drum up to suit her current situation. Swallowing down her anxieties, she carefully swung her legs over the edge of the bed and settled her feet onto the floor, sighing dejectedly when she didn’t feel them brush against her phone. Making her way across the room by memory alone, Misaki slowly and carefully headed for the bedroom door.

Almost apprehensively, she stepped out into the living room of her apartment, scanning her cherry blossom colored eyes across the open space for any signs of abnormality. She still couldn’t make out much more than vague shapes in the darkness, but her eyes finally appeared to be adjusting. Her bare feet softly padded across the cool hardwood, carrying her over to the side table next to the couch where she had another flashlight stored—hopefully with a set of fully charged batteries inside. She sighed in relief, shoulders visibly slumping, when she clicked the button and soft light lit up the space—and remained lit.

Again, the scraping sound drew Misaki’s attention, but it wasn’t coming from the balcony—it was coming from the front door.

Panic gripped her. Who in the world would be trying to access her apartment during a typhoon? She hadn’t ordered anything to be delivered, and maintenance would have announced themselves before attempting to enter her home. Her subconscious brain took the opportunity while her conscious mind was spinning through all of the possible rational explanations to remind her of the zombies, and she immediately shook her head against the thought. The most likely scenario, she decided, was that someone was attempting to break in and rob her. Now that she could handle.

She kept her footsteps light as she tiptoed across the room to the front door, picking up the softball bat that she kept in the umbrella carousel next to the entryway closet as she moved. She lifted it up over her head in preparation, clicking off the flashlight as quietly as she could as the lock on her door clicked open and the handle began to turn. As soon as the door crept inward, she swung her bat down, aiming at the top of her intruders head. The trespasser swiftly sidestepped the swing, gripping her wrist and sweeping her back up against the wall behind her. The glow from the emergency floodlights in the hallway outside her apartment just barely illuminated the side of her intruder’s face, and she sucked in a sharp gasp of surprise.

“Keigo?”

He glanced up at the weapon she’d used to attack him with and asked in an incredulous tone of voice, “Is that a steel bat?”

“It’s composite,” Misaki grumbled.

Hawks sighed as he released her and stepped back. “Steel would be better if you’re planning to use it for self-defense, you know?”

She dropped the bat back down into the umbrella carousel and shrugged. “The steel ones were too heavy.” Turning toward him, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and shot him an incredulous glare. “Mind telling me what you’re doing coming in through the front door unannounced?”

His hand rose to rub the back of his head in a sheepish gesture. “Sorry about that. I kinda dropped my key on the balcony and it got washed away by the rain… I tried calling once I got inside but I couldn’t get through.”

Misaki widened her eyes and blanched, suddenly remembering the scraping at the balcony door earlier, and her fallen smartphone laying on the floor of her bedroom. “So that was you…”

“Who did you think it was?” Hawks curiously asked, cocking his head to the side with an expression of concerned interest etched across his handsome face.

There was no way in hell she was telling him that she’d considered there might be zombies trying to break into her apartment.

Crossing her arms, she turned her head to the side and scoffed, glancing back at him mischievously from the corner of her eye. “Just some vagabond looking to escape the rain and raid my food stash.”

He raised an incredulous eyebrow. “On the twentieth floor?”

“Was I wrong?” She playfully shot back.

Hawks let out an uncomfortable chuckle while nervously scratching his cheek with his gloved finger.

The lights in her apartment abruptly flashed on, drowning out the shadows and illuminating the two of them—one clad in an oversized light gray sweater and sleep shorts, and the other in a sopping wet beige hero costume. Blinking at the sudden brightness that seared through her retinas, Misaki quickly noticed the growing puddle that Hawks was making on the hardwood floor of her rented entryway and gasped. She flung the front door closed and reached behind him for one of her fluffy scarves hanging from the coat rack on the wall, tossing it at his feet before pushing him into the open doorway leading into the kitchen to his right. The floor in there was tile at least.

“Hey—!” He protested at her forceful actions.

Her eyes flashed up at him in warning as her dangerously low toned voice growled, “If you ruin these floors, you’re paying to have them replaced.”

“Geh—!” Hawks flinched away from the death glare currently aimed his way before shrugging out of his coat and gloves and carefully laying them in the kitchen sink. His boots and pants were next until he was standing there in his damp, but no longer dripping undergarments. Holding up his hands in a peacemaking gesture, he cracked a nervous grin and asked, “Better?”

Raking her eyes down his scantly clad form, she took a long moment to enjoy the view before she heard him nervously clear his throat. She finished sopping up the puddle he’d made and stood, stepping toward him and tossing the wet scarf into the sink with his clothes. He held his ground, gazing down at her with heated interest as she invaded his personal space. She held his stare as she slowly and deliberately trailed her index finger down the middle of his pecs and between the chiseled line of his abdomen to curl into the waistband of his boxer shorts.

The telltale bobbing of his adam’s apple drew her gaze just before his lowered voice murmured, “Misa-chan?”

Sliding her gaze up to his, she smirked at the heady look in his golden stare and the faint flush coloring his cheeks. She could almost hear the thrumming of his heart in his chest, beating at a cadence to match her own as she felt her arousal spike in response. She was suddenly transported back in her memory to the night that they’d watched that ridiculous horror film, could feel the rush of adrenaline that had sent her pulse racing—and the excitement that had lead to a very passionate lovemaking session right there on the living room couch as the credits rolled.

Her smirk widened into a wicked grin; perhaps horror movies weren’t so nonsensical after all…

~

Part of a planned series of short, domestic drabbles featuring Misaki and Hawks. They will be based on how both of them react to certain emotions (mostly). This one is Misaki's fear drabble. Planning to write Hawks next - wish me luck! 😬

Might add some tags later... might not... who knows! 🤷

[kpopmusiclyricsalbums]

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT....

Kenzie 

The hidden goddess of songs in SM Entertainment. 

The brilliant lyricist that is behind some of the most iconic songs in SM’s history. 

A graduate from the Berklee College of music, yes, that Berklee she has written 10 songs to hit number 1 on the gaon chart, and her B-sides are dreams.  

The thing that I love about Kenzie is that she knows how to twist a song into making it mean something while saying something else.  It’s kind of hidden meanings within a song that I don’t see all that much from writers.  It’s one of the reason I love Taylor Swift’s music is because I love learning something new every time I hear the same song over and over again.  The hidden depths and meaning more.  

3 Examples:

Obsession - EXO 

At first glance, the song could meaning the obsession with one’s fans/Idols, or being obsessed over someone and seeing the toxicity in it.  When I heard it, I thought it was a dig at sasaengs and fans that go to far.  Then the line at the end came in and it completely startled me.  

거울 속의 나를 보고 있는 나 / It’s me looking at myself in the mirror

It’s can simply change the entire meaning behind the song without even thinking about it.  It’s a double meaning that also is about ego, and self reflection.  Sometimes you get so caught up in everything, In yourself, you never realize the toxic part could also be from one’s own self-reflection.  The lines that follow are all of plea’s to get away, to disappear.  It’s the last line of substance in the song that flips it on it’s head.  A cry for help because sometimes your worst enemy, the thing that goes bump in your nightmares isn’t someone else, but you.  It turns the song into a dialogue with one person fighting with their own demons.  

Power Up - Red Velvet 

Power up is one of those Red song’s that people either hate or love.  (I personally loved it)  It’s one of those songs that is great for summer and is about having fun.  But it also is about recharging yourself and going for your dreams that seem so out there.  It’s also points out that maybe the reason we haven’t gotten our dreams yet is because we just need to have fun.  

It starts off with someone who hasn’t moved since they got up, and ends with them being recharged and ready to take on the world.  It’s about changing your mindset on things.  Yeah school is boring and sucks, but you could also think of it is school is learning and you are evolving as a human being.  It’s about changing the mindset. 

선생님은 내게 말씀하셨죠 / Teacher told me 

놀 때도 일할 때도 즐겁게 해 / To have fun whether I’m playing or working

그래 난 유달리 반짝거렸죠 /Yes, I shined even more

뜨거움도 새로움도 It’s mine / This hotness, this newness, it’s mine

It’s  a song to help those who need it be pumped and to get out of bed.  To go forth into the world and achieve their goals.  

Go go airplane 태양 위로 날아라/ Go, go, airplane, fly above the sun

Diving to the sky 완전 소름 돋았어 / Diving to the sky, I’m getting goosebumps

Let’s power up!

까맣게 다 타버릴 거예요/ We're gonna burn up

Doesn’t it make you enjoy Power up just a little bit more?

Into the New World - Girls Generation

Into the New World is certified Kpop Gold.  It’s the golden standard and a must for every new girl group to learn, and to be compared to.  The song is upbeat and high energy with just as much air needed to belt out the lyrics.  It’s a timeless song that has been turned into a rallying cry for protesters and Women empowerment.  Into the New World is what Girls’ Generation ended up doing for the Kpop industry as a whole for female groups, by going the tough route always working hard, facing the darkness that comes.  

사랑해 널 이 느낌 이대로 / I love you, just like this

그려 왔던 헤매임의 끝 / The longed end of wandering

이 세상 속에서 반복되는/ I leave behind This world’s

슬픔 이젠 안녕 / Unending sadness

수많은 알 수 없는 길 속에 / In the many unknowable paths

희미한 빛을 난 쫓아가 / I follow a dim light

언제까지라도 함께하는 거야 / It’s something we’ll do together to the end

다시 만난 나의 세계 / Into my new world

특별한 기적을 기다리지 마 / Don’t wait for a special miracle

눈앞에선 우리의 거친 길은 / There’s a rough road in front of us

알 수 없는 미래와 벽 바꾸지 않아 / With unknowable future and obstacles, I won’t change

포기할 수 없어 / I can’t give up

The lyrics in the chorus are talking about struggle and paths not yet traveled.  To a better place where even though the light is dim, we have to work towards it together, because that’s how things change.  It’s a rallying cry for hope, for endurance in tough times, and to make sure that people keep fighting for what they believe in.  That they know, they are not alone.  

To sum it all up, Kenzie is the secret hidden goddess of Kpop song writing.  If Kenzie releases a song, I know its going to be good.  So here a list of songs she has written the lyrics for and the links so you can listen and enjoy! 

BoA

DOTCH 

Garden in the Air 

I Kiss 

Lollipop 

M.E.P. (My Electronic Piano) 

Milky Way

Moto 

My Name 

On December 27th 

People Say…

Spring Rain 

Time to Begin 

EXO 

24/7 

Baby

For Life

Forever  

Monster 

Obsession 

Sing for You 

Transformer 

The First Snow  

What U Do?

Wolf 

Ya Ya Ya 

EXO-K 

Overdose 

EXO - CBX 

Playdate 

Rhythm After Summer 

EXO - Baekhyun 

Betcha 

EXO - Chen 

Love Words

Shall We?

F(x) 

Cash Me Out 

Danger 

Jet 

Lachata (Intro) & La Cha Ta 

MILK 

Mr. Boogie

Papi 

Red Light 

Signal  

Vacance 

Gain

Kiss or Kill 

Girls’ Generation 

All Night 

Diamond 

Europa 

Express 999 

FAN 

Fire Alarm 

Girlfriend 

HaHaHa

Haptic Motion 

Into the New World

Light Up the Sky 

Merry-Go-round 

Oh!

Oscar 

Way to Go!

Girls’ Generation-TTS 

OMG (Oh My God) 

Girls’ Generation - Seohyun 

Don’t Say No 

Girls’ Generation - Taeyeon 

All Night Long (& NCT Lucas) 

Close 

Four seasons 

I Got Love 

Lonely Night

Love You Like Crazy 

Spark  

Sweet Love 

Isak N Jiyeon 

The Sign 

NCT 127 

Limitless 

NCT Dream 

We Go Up 

Red Velvet 

Attaboy 

First Time 

Lady’s Room 

Lucky GIrl

Mr. E

Peek-a-Boo 

Power Up 

Psycho 

Really Bad Boy (RBB) 

Red Flavor 

Sassy Me 

Some Love 

SHINee 

All Day All Night 

Evil 

Graze

Green Rain  

Jo Jo 

Life

LOVE 

Love Sick 

Queen of New York 

Our Page 

Real

Rescue 

Savior

SHIFT  

Stranger  

Trigger 

Why So Serious?

SHINee - Key 

One of Those Nights 

SHINee - Onew 

Blue 

SHINee - Taemin 

Sexuality 

Want 

SMTOWN

Hotmail 

Red Sun 

Snowflake 

Super Junior 

첫눈이 와

A Day 

Angela 

Bittersweet 

Devil 

Good Love 

Hate U, Love U 

Lo Siento (& Leslie Grace) 

Storm 

The Girl is Mine 

Your Eyes 

Super Junior - Happy 

Sunny 

Super Junior - K.R.Y. 

Just You 

Super Junior - M 

Me 

Only U 

Super Junior - Kyuhyun 

At Gwanghwamun 

A Million Pieces 

SuperM

I Can’t Stand the Rain 

Let’s Go Everywhere 

The Grace 

한번 더, Ok?

One More Chance 

Sweet Emotion 

TVXQ 

하구달 

Humanoids

Like Now 

Oasis 

One 

Phantom 

Rainbow 

Remember

When We’ll Be Together  

Your Man 

TVXQ & Super Junior 

Show Me Your Love

Masterlist

#Kenzie #SM #SM Songwriter #TVXQ #Super Junior #The Grace #SuperM #Kyuhyun #Super Junior M #Super Junior KRY #Super junior Happy #SMTown #BoA #EXO #EXO-K #EXO-CBX #Baekhyun #Chen #F(x) #Gain #Girls' Generation #Girls' Generation-tts #Seohyun #Taeyeon #Isak N Jiyeon #NCT 127 #NCT Dream #Red Velvet #SHINee #Key

[mariamermaid]

Dark Rituals

Draco X  fem. Reader

Summary: In order to flee from their death eater families, the two young lovers search for a way out…

Words: 3.2k

Warning: Blood, dark curses…

 Halloween Masterlist.-->

 Come to me

In the night hours

And I can´t sleep

´cause thoughts devour

Thoughts of you consume

 Your cold feet almost lost feel as you snuck through the corridors. The heavy book in your arms was dusty and the pages felt old and dry against you skin. You couldn´t allow yourself to get caught again, but you had to find him. Now.

 You had a milder judgement, especially since Snape was director. But he knew that the other students shouldn´t become too suspicious. Your sudden friendship with a certain Slytherin boy was too much already. Times had changed. You caught a glimpse of the moon outside the walls of Hogwarts. In a few days would be full moon. It was now or never.

 You waited patiently until the teacher had left the hall, then you toddled to the room of requirement, your breathing heavy with adrenalin. You didn´t knock and the sudden swung of the door, let Draco recoil.

“I thought you already slept.” He mumbled, his body sitting up on the satin couch. Your letter had caught him by surprise and then you had asked him to come at a time like this. He was worried.

“I think I found a solution.” You exclaimed and watched how his tired eyes enlightened by hope. You dropped the book onto the couch and sat down, searching frantic through the pages. Draco´s hand caught yours and made you look up again. Unlike you, he was still calm, he was always the calmer one. The one, who thought before talking, who, remembered the table manners. At least he wasn´t a disgrace for his family…

You sighed and pushed the open book to him, his eyes wandering over the words. Then you could watch how they suddenly grew big, then stopped at the very last words and his head slowly turned back into your direction.

You´d lie saying that you weren´t nervous. Hell, your entire body was shaking.

You proposed a risky spell with several consequences bigger than ever imagined.

“I´d understand if you don´t-“, he didn´t let you finish.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked instead, now both of his hands grabbing yours.

“I.. I don´t know, but it´s the only thing that could work.” You explained quietly, your eyes now searching everything in the room in order not to look at his waiting face.

He jumped up, so quickly, you flinched. Then he walked up and down the room, his hand running through his blonde hair.

“Draco, I understand that you don´t want to do this… I mean we don´t even know if it´ll work.”

With the same rapidity he kneeled down in front of you, the solemn light of the waxing moon hitting his face.

“I want this. I really want this.” He reassured you, the explicit certainty in his voice almost made you scream.

“I want to marry you.”

 I can´t help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can´t help but want you

I know that i´d die without you

 “Hermione please listen to me!” You grabbed her arm, pulling her back. You had seated her at a bench outside. The wind was piercing cold, the autumn air searching through your heavy jacket.

“How could you?!” She asked you again, her voice filled with anger and disappointment.

“I didn’t have a choice; they would have killed me or my family. Do not tell you wouldn´t do anything in order to protect your parents? Your family?”

Your words brought her to stop and slowly she turned back to look at you. She knew you well enough to know, that you were saying the truth.

“I´m sorry”, she mumbled, but you shook your head. “It´s fine.” You reassured her.

“No, it´s not. I know that you would never possibly do something like this.” You nodded and silently accepted her apology. There was no point of arguing now.

“I have found a plan, it could make the mark disappear, free me from this curse. But it´s risky.” You explained carefully, but Hermione nodded quickly. She was ready to help.

“What do you need?”

“Well, first and foremost, I need you.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she starred at you and the wind blew a few strands of her locks into her pale face.

“I need you as my… witness.” You explained even more carefully, but she didn´t understand yet.

“Witness?”

“A witness to marriage.”

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Within a second she stood so close to you, her hands grabbing your arms.

“You want me as you maid of honor?!”

You nodded again, nervously biting your lip. “Yes, I found a ritual, very dark and very old. It certifies a marriage in order to remove all marks and curses laid on the pair. I´m talking about the old magic from the Salem witches.”

“Wait, but you´re talking about a ritual that removes the marks on the both of them. You´re planning on marrying a death eater?” You couldn´t even speak up, while Hermione finished her thought. She gasped for air once again. “Is it Malfoy? Are you planning on marrying Draco Malfoy?!”

 Stay with me a little longer

I will wait for you

Shadows creep

And want grows stronger

Deeper than the truth

 You needed two witnessed to confirm the marriage and you needed people, who would lie for you and were able to fulfill the high standards of the old magic. Hermione wasn´t your closest friend, well you had lost many of your friends, when you started staying away from them in order to protect them. But you had always got along so well, having easy conversations. You understood her struggle as a muggle blood, you found it hard yourself and bounded over the very first year in Hogwarts. You were a disgrace since your beginning at Hogwarts, where you were parted into Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin like the rest of your family.

 You had asked Draco to find the second witness. Luckily, he understood that he couldn´t just chose Zabini or Goyle. So, he knocked at the door of probably the only person that might help him.

“Mr. Malfoy, how can I help you?” Snape asked in his monotone voice as always.

“May I come in?” Snape nodded and closed the door behind him, but not before glancing down the halls again.

“I need your help.” Draco didn´t bother to sit or talk around it. “I want to get out. I don´t want to be a death eater, I never wanted this.”

Snape barely nodded. “I understand, but I can´t help you with that.”

“Yes, you can.” He took out a semi neatly folded piece of paper from his jacket. He handed it over to Snape, only two words were written on it.

“Mr. Malfoy, what your proposing here is…” Snape flinched while reading the words. He had heard of the ritual, but never imagined to put use to it.

“Risky and dangerous, I know. But it´s my only chance, our only chance.” Snape watched him, he saw certainty in his eyes, he saw a chance he never had.

“You know, it´ll only work if you really love each other.”

Draco shrugged, but Snape stormed closer to him. “Draco, do you love her? Can you imagine living with her till the end of days?” He asked sharply, but Draco held against his stare.

“I do and I will do anything to keep her safe with me.”

 I can´t help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can´t help but want you

I know that i´d die without you

 The night was only a few hours away, you had started avoiding Draco at all costs. You had literally run off into the girls bathroom and then chatted with Myrte for half an hour, just to be sure he was gone. You didn´t know what had come over you, but the fear that it couldn´t work was just too big. You were literally about to blow off the ritual, well the entire wedding.

The moon was rising and you cursed at the perfectly filled circle for looking down at you.

When you entered the room of requirements you were surprised to find Hermione already there.

 “What are you doing here?” You asked overly annoyed, she still shrugged innocently, ignoring your angry tone.

“I don´t fully approve of this, but it´s a wedding and I´m gonna help you get ready.”

Goosebumps crawled upon your skin when you heard the word wedding.

“Yeah, you can leave then, the wedding´s off.” You snarled, but Hermione remained ruthless.

She ignored your comment and pulled your arm towards the closet. You gasped when eyeing the dress.

“Hermione, it´s…”

“Stunning I know, it´s why I picked it.” You couldn´t help but laugh. “For somebody who doesn´t approve, you are pretty supporting.” She softly grabbed your hands and you turned back to her.

“I can´t stop you, I know that. But you deserve all the happiness in this world and if that´s the way to get it, I´ll help you get there.”

She smiled sadly at you and you felt yourself tearing up. Before you could even weakly speak, she hugged you tightly.

“Oh Hermione”, you sobbed against her shoulder. “What if it doesn´t work?”

“Do you remember the Yule ball?” She asked whispering.

“You went with that Brick from Durmstrang and Draco was dying of jealousy, he didn´t talk to Pansy all evening. He even dropped her on the dancefloor. He couldn´t help but stare at you.” She paused. “You never knew it and I didn´t tell you, but when I was sitting outside and you were grabbing something to drink and I cried about Ron and his stupidity, he ran into me. He was all over the place, and then I straight up told him; He should´ve asked you in the first place then. You should´ve seen his look, I´ve never seen him so vulnerable. You make him a better person.”

 I can´t hep but be wrong in the dark

´cause i´m overcome in this war of hearts

I can´t help but want oceans to part

´cause i´m overcome in this war of hearts

  You knew Hermione tried everything and in any other situations, those words would have been reassuring. But not now. The thought of seeing him dying because of this old, stupid ritual; it was too much.

You left Hermione´s warm hug and stormed out of the room of requirements, right into a hard chest. You looked up to find Snape right in front of you, his face neutral as always but his mouth slightly opened. He seemed ready to speak, but now words left his mouth. A certain glimmer was in his eyes, you thought he looked more friendly with it. It might have been dead since Lilly Potter…

“Y/n…” You hadn´t noticed Draco, he stood a few feet behind Snape, a white shirt and dark pants. His hair was sleekly put back, he looked good. But the look in his eyes, you couldn´t even bare it.

“I´m sorry, Draco”, you sobbed and ran past the two Slytherins. 

Tears started rolling down and uncontrollable sobs escaped your mouth. Your dress, which was mostly made of thin materials, flew in the air as you stepped outside. You ran down the hill from the castles as fast as your feet could carry you. You reached the black lake in a record time and completely breathless. The night was young, but the moon shone bright.

Your strength was gone and you collapsed next to a tree. There was no snow, but the temperatures were freezing. You knew the ground was dirty, but all you could do, was fall onto your knees and continue to sob.

You hated yourself for thinking you could go through with it. Afterall you were stupid teenagers, too young to be adults, too old to be children.

 It hurt even more, because you knew what it meant. You were a prisoner of Voldemort’s followers; you would never be free. And you had lost Draco. 

It was truly hopeless.

 “Y/n?”

You froze.

You hadn´t noticed that Draco had followed you. But you felt his presence right behind you. He stood there, the silver light hitting his skin in a perfect angle. You didn´t turn however, you remained sitting on the ground, your eyes facing the lake. You had stopped sobbing, but the tears didn´t stop.

“I´m sorry”, you croaked and swallowed. You voice was rough and sounded harsher than expected.

“I´m sorry”, you repeated with steadiness. “I shouldn´t have brought the idea up. It was a mistake.”

You heard how the ground beneath his feet ruffled and within seconds, he kneeled in front of you.

“Don´t.” He cupped your face with both of his hands. “Don´t be sorry. We´ll get through it, together. Married or not. Marked or not. Because we have each other.”

Finally, you had the courage to look up and stare in his mesmerizing eyes. “We´re marked even if we´d win, we´ll go to Azkaban.” You smiled sadly, but Draco didn´t let go.

“What made you think, it wouldn´t work?” He asked with such intensity, you let out a rough, sarcastic, laugh.

“Why? Draco, we´re young! Do we even know what love is? Don´t tell me you were not worried! We could die trying this!” You sighed and swallowed the tears that came up again.

“People tried it before. The mark didn´t go away, it absorbed them. They died. I don´t want to see you dying.”

“Why do you think I would die?”

You couldn´t help but stop and stare at him. The question was so full of truth, it hurt you to answer. So, you didn´t.

“You think I don´t love you enough? Is that why?”

You shook your head, not knowing what to say. But he knew it was the truth.

“Do you know how you make me feel? When I look at you, my heart hurts because I love you so much. You don´t know how many times I went over my future plans, they all sucked, unless you were there with me. I love you, Y/n, with my entire heart and if you still want to, it would be an honor to me, if you´d became my wife.”

You listened to each and every word he said and the more he talked, the more you smiled. Draco wasn´t one to talk about his feelings, but now you were surer than ever.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Okay!” He finally closed the gap and kissed you.

  I can´t help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can´t help but want you

I know that i´d die without you

 You came back, hand in hand with your fiancé. Hermione smiled and you even caught a glance of Snape´s small grin.

“Glad to see you stuck up with her, Malfoy”, Hermione added smiling and padded Draco’s shoulder.

“I don´t want to interrupt you two lovebirds, but the moon is dropping. This might be your last chance…” You looked up to Draco, he already was smiling.

“We´ll do it.”

  You had sat down in a circle of red candles; a bigger one with white candles included Hermione and Snape. The room was dark, through the window was the last bit of the full moon.

Various symbols decorated the floor, you sat across Draco, he tightly held your hands.

A dark flower crown sat on your head and red lipstick rounded your lips perfectly. In the middle, between you and Draco were four bowls, a chalice and a long silver dagger. The four bowls were symbols for the elements, one with water, fire, earth and feathers for air. The smell of burned sage laid in the air. A dark shadow settled across your and Draco´s heads like a veil. Hermione and Snape had their books opened in front of them. They exchanged looks, but then nodded, as did you and Draco.

“Blood turn black and heart turn stone

Two lovers shall bound

Two lovers shall hound

Brought upon them, Head to toe, skin and nerve

The curse will break, blood will turn black

Hearts will turn gold”

Hermione and Snape spoke synchronized, even though the books laid in front of them, they didn´t need to look down. As the spoke, Draco took the dagger and cut his dark mark, a thin line of blood was opened and slowly, but surely more blood followed. You saw that he didn´t flinch, you bit your lip as you cut your mark only seconds later. Then you took each other arms, pressing the open wounds against the other. As the blood mixed, a few droplets fell down into the chalice.

 “Enemies of ocean and sun, elements of night and day

Hear us

We´ll curse your eyes, we´ll curse your lies

Protected from evil we shall be.”

Draco then continued.

“I can´t help but be wrong in the dark

´cause i´m overcome in this war of hearts.”

You smiled as he spoke and he nodded again.

“I can´t help but want oceans to part

´cause i´m overcome in this war of hearts”

You lifted the chalice to your lips and took a sip, then you offered it to Draco, who did the same. As the taste of blood remained on your lips, you kissed Draco.

Then you felt a slight sting, both of you looking down as you watched how the dark mark disappeared, nothing but a scar from the dagger was left then.

 ***

The war was over.

It was almost a year later and you hurried through your apartment in the middle of London. “Draco, they´ll be coming soon, where is the wine and the champagne?” Then you heard the bell rang and Draco, who hurried past you. He pressed a kiss on your head and went then to open the door.

Potter, Ginny!” He greeted them, giving Potter a friendly hand shake, patting his shoulder and hugging Ginny. Shortly after them arrived Hermione and Ron and last but not least Neville and Luna. Hermione hugged you tightly as you stood a little on the side of the group.

“You look stunning, Y/n”, she nodded and the rest said their welcomes. You smiled. “Yeah, it´s going well, we´re happy here.” She pressed you arm and offered a genuine smile.

In the meantime, Harry had approached Draco to help him with the champagne. “I would´ve never dreamed of this day”, he explained smiling and Draco chuckled. “If you had told me in the first or second grade, I would have killed you!” Harry laughed, but then his face went serious again. “I´m glad you decided this way, you know?  I know it wasn´t always easy, especially for you, but I know you chose the right side.” Draco nodded in agreement. After all this time, they had made peace.

Ron interrupted the round as he clumsily beat a glass of champagne with a knife.

“I want to make a toast!” He announced and the rest gathered around, smiling and laughing.

“To Y/n and Draco, who stood against it all!” All of your friends and applaud, Draco next to you looped his arm around you and pressed his lips against your cheek.

“To Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy!”

#draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy oneshot #Tom Felton #tom felton imagine #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #mariamermaidimagine

[theharellan]

101 DRAGON AGE QUESTIONS | not accepting

for the sake of reducing the number of ooc posts i’m answering these all in one and just @ing the people who asked the questions! thank you for them all!

if you sent me one of these btw and rbed this meme yourself and i didn’t send you something, please let me know! i want to send you things back and must have missed you reblogging the meme. this includes non-mutuals.

1. How did you get into Dragon Age? | asked by @kaaras-adaar & @dreamerlavellan​

Sort of by accident, actually. It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in university (2011) and summertime is generally a time of inactivity and depression because I cannot tolerate the weather here. My dad happened to own Origins and I picked it up because??? Fantasy? RPG?

Starting the game I saw you could play as a dwarf, who have been my favourites in fantasy since a child as The Hobbit is among my favourite books. Then after that I fell in love with the worldbuilding for dwarves and Gorim, my first actual Dragon Age love. I was more or less hooked after that. DA was actually not my first Bioware game, I was obsessed with Jade Empire as a kid so like Origins appealed to me immediately despite being far less fun to play than literally any other Bioware game I’ve ever played. The characters and world more than made up for it.

I beat it relatively quickly and my dad bought Dragon Age II which had come out earlier that day, actually against my suggestion because I’d heard it wasn’t good. And in this instance my dad forgetting something I said turned out for the best because I ended up enjoying DAII more in some respects. While it took me a while to join the fandom as a content producer I was a consumer and certified DA trash from then on.

2. Have you finished all three games? | asked by @kaaras-adaar

Kskjdfs yes. I’ve beaten each at least 4 times, but probably more like 8. The only thing I haven’t played are some of the Origins DLC because as much as I enjoy my replays I am so ready to be out by the end of the game (and I have the worst luck with Awakening bugs) and I also don’t have Sebastians DLC b/c his never goes on sale individually and I refuse to spend more than like $4 on him.

3. How long did it take you to finish the series? | asked by @kaaras-adaar

I honestly don’t know. I think it took me like a week to beat Inquisition without 100%ing it, I’d say my first playthroughs all probably took about that long. I tend not to do everything in my first playthrough. Like shard collecting didn’t happen until round two, etc.

7. Favorite DA:O backstory? | asked by @dreamerlavellan & @fatefaulted

I’ve played through all of them and I enjoy them all except Cousland, but my favourite is Aeducan. I enjoy the politics, the culture, the aesthetic of Orzammar. I love Gorim Saelac and the surprising amount of depth to this character who is designed to be thrown away after the prologue. I love how it ties you to the Darkspawn threat in a bigger way than any of the origins accomplish. I love how it ties you to the Orzammar plot later in the game, and playing Aeducan first is probably one reason why I adore that branch of the game. It’s a good origin that establishes its world really well and has great characters to boot.

11. Share a pic of your favorite OC from any DA game. | asked by @dreamerlavellan

I just want to share pics of my girl and Solas’ future husband.

Ian Lavellan, non-Inquisitor written by @theshirallen

Thora Cadash, dwarven Inquisitor and default Inquisitor for this blog written by... me lmao.

22. Favorite DA2 party combo? | asked by @fatefaulted

My main Hawke is a mage Hawke, so this party is horrendously imbalanced, but: Varric, Merrill, Isabela. They all just like each other and I think that’s neat. Although in act one my favourite is probably Carver, Merrill, Isabela / Varric. Unfortunately the game doesn’t want me to have a warrior in my party.

24. Favorite main-story quest from DA:I? | asked by @kaaras-adaar

It’s hard to pick between In Hushed Whispers and In Your Heart Shall Burn. I love seeing the red lyrium’d companions and the dark future of Thedas, and speculating on what happened in the intervening year. I love reflecting on what it must do for the Inquisitor to see that and have it be undone. I think it sets up the rest of the game really well, and in ways Champions of the Just doesn’t do quite as well.

In Your Heart Shall burn is a simpler quest but I think the power and emotions in the quest are so raw. Playing this the first time was riveting and I was on the edge of my seat. The triumph of closing the Breach, the strangeness of your first encounter with Cole (whose appearance at the gates is another reason I prefer IHW tbh, I think it’s more tension building than Dorian’s), Corypheus, crawling through the snow. Capping it off with The Dawn Will Come and the journey to Skyhold idk, it’s just such an emotional high point in the series that every time I replay I get goosebumps.

25. Favorite DA:I place? | asked by @fatefaulted

It’s a tie between the Frostback Basin and the Emerald Graves. I love the lore in both, as elf trash I prefer the lore in the graves especially if I can include the Din’an Hanin into that category. But the Avvar lore and Ameridan is also Very Good, and while I adore the giant trees of the graves the Frostback Basin clearly was able to have more resources poured into its design, and as a result the different sections of the map have so much more character.

A close runner-up is the Hinterlands, as I think the quests there are fun and it feels like home. I enjoy returning to it. Which is good, b/c I’ve played through it... a lot... I think loving it might be a coping mechanism, but also I love the vibe of the early game that’s best captured in the Hinterlands.

32. Favorite DLC mission overall? | asked by @fatefaulted

Trespasser is up there with Shivering Isles as my favourite DLC ever produced. Its hits every emotional beat I think it needed to hit, set up the next game with greater detail and intrigue than the initial epilogue, and I’m honestly dying to get to replay it again on Thora despite what it does to my nerves. The first time I played it I could feel my heart beating faster like wtf me.

37. Blood magic: yes or no? | asked by @hopewrought​

Would I use it myself? No. Morally I think it can be reprehensible but also neutral, much like any other magic in the game. In certain characters I think even if used for good it may encourage unhealthy habits, but I think it can be learned to be engaged with in better ways.

59. Who was written really poorly? | asked by @theshirallen you can’t hide behind anon I know it was you

Oghren fucking Kondrat. When I think about the reasons Origins is my least favourite game he is among them. With Oghren there was a really good chance to portray an alcoholic abuse victim, suffering from severe mental health issues, and still mourning his wife, with the respect it deserves. Instead he just... is a gross sexist dwarf and his alcoholism is mostly played for jokes. And then he comes back in Awakening and... continues to be a gross sexist dwarf whose alcoholism is mostly played for jokes.

There could have been some really interesting stuff with Oghren, the Warrior caste of dwarves I think would suffer from issues similar to qunari warriors, where when they can no longer fill the purpose society has dictated they must serve, what then? They can’t do anything but fight. There could be comradery with Sten, or perhaps Zevran or Alistair, or any of the companions who have had the path their lives took dictated to them by societal forces they had no say in (even if they are happy with that direction). There are snippets of good stuff in here, the line “let us show them our hearts, Warden, and then show them theirs” is one of the best of the good-byes the game offers us imo. It’s a shame about what came before.

Like there are other characters, such as Sera, who I think were done dirty by their writers, but Sera at least got some growth in the DLC and there were attempts to address criticism of her character. Oghren in Awakening was just kind of a take two of an already poorly-done arc.

60. Who do you wish had been given more story? | asked by @hopewrought​

I wish Briala had more, like that she had some impact on the story in universes where Gaspard isn’t crowned with her as his puppetmaster. She and the elves reappears in that but not if you reunite her with Celene or exile her, and I think it would’ve been neat. I also wish she’d had a chance to interact with Solas in some small way given how many parallels were drawn by one of his own agents during Masked Empire.

I also wish we had more about dwarves in general in 2 and Inquisition. We get some great lore in Inquisition that was set up in 2, but with our only dwarf companion being Varric, who honestly has a relationship with his race that at times is comparable to Sera’s, it pulls a few of its punches. I really think they have dwarves set up to be important players in the next game, with their architecture featuring heavily in the dev diary, buuut no dwarves to be seen. So who knows. Just give me dwarves in the next game who aren’t Varric Bioware pls. Let me kiss one maybe.

61. Favorite NPC? | asked by @kaaras-adaar​

I’m not going to count advisors even though they kinda are NPCs and I’m going to answer one for each game so uhh...

Origins - Anora

DA2 - Feynriel

DA:I - Krem

Bonus - Lord Woolsley, the only unproblematic DA character

63. Best story moment? | asked by @ghilannainguideme

It’s a tie between the journey to Skyhold and the talk with Solas at the end of Trespasser and the resulting disbanding of the Inquisition (if you so choose). I really can’t separate them because I think the reason Trespasser works so well is how it calls back to the very beginning of Inquisition and that moment with Solas in the snow. It’s triumphant and sad, something’s ending, the fellowship is breaking, but you know all of you will continue to work towards a better world apart.

In DA:O I think it’d be saying good-bye before the final battle and in DA2 I think the moment where you can tell the Arishok he was right to take in the elves who killed that guardmen is good. Probably one of the reasons why I think Hawke-Arishok work so well as a protagonist-antagonist combination.

81. Favorite fanfic? | asked by @ghilannainguideme​

I don’t read a lot of fanfic, actually. Save what I read on here, which I do count, but idk if other people do.

My favourite writers to read are @theshirallen​, obviously. Joly wants to tweakIan’s personal quest but I think the version they have written now is still very good and you can find it here. I love reading Peace’s stuff and find their smut especially spicy in the best possible way, you can find a Merrill/f!Mahariel piece here! Gaia doesn’t write on Tumblr much these days, but she wrote a wonderful Tug/Sketch (the companions from Leliana’s Song) that you can find here.

I follow so many talented writers and I can’t list them all but here are a few I can fire off real fast: @theshirallen / @ghilannainguideme / @seahaloed / @sabraelin / @valorcorrupt / @mercysought / @hopewrought / @ofrevas / @skyheld have all moved me with their words at some point, be it in fic or rp.

82. Favorite fanart/fanartist? | asked by @ghilannainguideme

Again I just can’t choose jsdfks.

The easiest way is to just link my Solas fanart tag. Obviously this favours Solas artists, however, so also here’s a link to thedaswlw where there’s a boatload of amazing fanart all of wlw.

Of people I’m mutuals with I know @abracafockyou, @kaaras-adaar, @dalathin (currently inactive but I gotta link them), and @syntharts​ are all very talented artists.  I’m also a big fan of destinyapostacy, nipuni, elbenherzart, starscollected (on twitter), and many more.

97. What’s your favorite DA mod? | asked by @ghilannainguideme​ & @hopewrought​

I’ll chose one as many as I want to apparently from each game again, b/c why not?

DA:O - I have to admit I find this game hard to mod because nothing can really salvage the gameplay or look of the game. I need Better Dwarf Model so I don’t have to look at the odd dwarf proportions in the game (the women have arms for days). Mostly I have armour mods. I like Grey Wardens of Ferelden so I can match Alistair in the final batte and have everyone in uniforms in Awakening. I do like Kirkwall Exports because I can put Zevran in the robes of the notorious pirate tho. I haven’t used this mod yet but I also love this mod I retweeted this morning.

DA2 - Again, I don’t mod 2 very much. You could probably make some kind of chart for correlating my enjoyment of a game versus my urge to mod it, with the more I love a game means I want to mod it more. With 2 I enjoy the combat and overall design of the characters more so I mostly use a couple of tweaks, my favourite is Ishs Scarf for Merrill which just adds a cute blue scarf to Merrill and hides the fact that elves in this game have weirdly long necks. Oh and a mod to fix the weird hand dirt.

DA:I - Equal Opportunity Solas mod, I bought the game again on PC just to use it. Being able to play Solas/Ian for screencaps was everything tbh. Other mods I enjoy are More Banter, which while I have better luck with banter it is nice to be able to count on it. I installed it this latest pt and I have heard location comments that have never triggered before. Black Hair for Everyone has changed my life because finally Thora doesn’t have grey hair. No Dirt Buildup is also amazing, as the dirt can cause some really weird blotting on PCs that’s especially noticeable on dark-skinned Inquisitors.

99. Where would you live (Ferelden, Orlais, Free Marches etc?) | asked by @heysales​​

Probably Ferelden. It is fantasy England and hey if I make it past Inquisition maybe nothing will ever happen there again. Somewhere in the Free Marches might also be chill. Not Kirkwall. Maybe Starkhaven? Honestly tho I just want to live in the Frostback Basin. Have a spirit friend. Shake hands with nugs.

101. If you could meet your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor, what would you say? | asked by @dreamerlavellan​

If I met Thora I’d tell her I’m proud of her. She’d be confused, but that’s ok.

#( munday meme ) #( ooc ) #( about me ) #( asks )

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Birth in Reverse : Part 3

Pairing : Avengers x Fem Plus Size Reader (ships coming later)

Warnings : Language 

Word Count : 3.3k

"We need to jump", you told them and stood up before  sprinting into the air, knowing well that Stark would catch you. They did the same seconds before the apartment exploded. The Falcon caught Bucky, while you and Rogers continued falling. You felt a metal hand push you up, while Rogers was caught by Vision. You looked up and saw Iron Man already looking at you. "I got you", he said.

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He landed in front of their Quinjet and let you go. You rubbed on your wrist, the firm grip he had on you forming into a small bruise. He walked your way and looked at it. "Does it hurt?", he asked. "No", you simply answered. He apologized and you shook your head, "I'm fine. You  saved me." "Let's say we saved each other", he smiled. Your posture tensed when you saw the other Avengers arrive, movement noticed by the most observing of the team members. "Why did you run away?", asked Bucky, his eyes showing anger but also pain. "Why are you looking for me?", you replied. "This is not the place my friends. Let's go back home", commented Thor and pointed at the crowd of people filming and taking pictures of their heroes. "After you", Tony told you and pointed at the entry of the plane. You took a seat and tried to calm down but Steve handcuffed you to one of the engine's metal ramps. "What are you doing?", you hissed. "I'm sorry but we can't risk losing you again. We need answers."

"I just saved you from a certain death and this is how you repay me? I should have let them shoot you in the head !", you replied fuming and turned your back to him. "You saw it didn't you?", asked Natasha. You didn't answer and ignored them, not really understanding why you were so cold to them. You felt someone sit beside you and looked at the intruder. It was Thor who was polishing his hammer. He caught you looking at him and gave you a bright smile. "This is Mjolnir. Odin gave it to me because I'm worthy. There was a time where I wasn't but then I learned from my mistakes and became worthy again. Whoever lifts Mjolnir becomes the true ruler of Asgard", he explained. Your tensed body relaxed at his southing voice and listened to his tales. "Do you wanna try and lift it?", he asked. You shook your head, refusing and focused your gaze back to the window.

You felt someone fiddling near your handcuffed wrist and tried to put some distance between them, your body ending up bumping against Thor's side. "Hey calm down, I'm just getting this off of you", said Bucky calmly. As soon as you were free, you rubbed your even more bruised wrist. Your eyes landed on Steve who wasn't happy by his best friend's action. "Can I?", asked Bucky while presenting his hand. You frowned before letting him check your hand. His cool metal fingers carefully rubbed the contours of your wrist, goosebumps surfacing all over your body and a sharp heartbeat pulsing through your ribcage. "Thanks for saving us", he commented with a small smile, the sort of smile cutting your air supply short. "You're welcome", you stated while gulping harshly. "We're here", said Clint.

At the corner of your eye, you saw Bruce and Steve have an animated conversation. "All I'm saying is that she might be hurt", mumbled the doctor. "Last time we left her in the medic bay, she ran away and jumped through a window. We can't let it happen again." "But Steve.." "Bruce can you certify me that she won't escape?", the Captain stated with authority. Banner looked at his feet before he lifted his head up about to answer. "He can't but I can. I wanna know what the hell is happening to me", your statement getting everyone to turn to you. "I just keep seeing these things and I don't know how and why", you mumbled more quietly. "Bruce check if she's hurt AND after that we ask the questions", firmly stated Tony while giving a knowing look towards Steve. 'Are you sure you know what you're doing?', you thought. You shook your head and your eyes landed on Wanda who was eying you intensely. 'Why is she looking at us like that?', your voice continued. You took a deep breath, your eyes closed tightly together so that the others couldn't see the forming tears. You were loosing your mind.

You followed them to the medical bay and let Bruce see if you had any injuries. Besides one of the wounds that reopened, you were physically fine. You thought that they would take you to a conference room but didn't. Instead you all walked to the kitchen. Steve looked at you and pointed at one of the chairs. You sat down confused while they took their own places around the table. "Here you must be hungry", said Wanda and dropped a plate with a sandwich. 'It must be poisoned', your voice kept playing tricks on your mind. Wanda scoffed and said, "It's not poisoned Y/N. Why would we do that?". "My mother always told me to not trust anyone, no matter who they are", you replied. "Wise woman", commented Rhodes. Bucky leaned down and took a bite of your sandwich, proving you could go ahead without problem. You saw him chew and waited another 5 minutes before starting eating.

"So how does that usually work? You can see the future or only small parcels of it?", dived Steve right at it. You chewed the rest of the sandwich before answering him. "I don't know. The first time it happened was during class and now people are saying that I'm responsable for it." "Why are you running away?", asked Natasha. You scoffed, "I know what they did to some of you after your little Civil War. The Raft. We studied it in class. They would do the same to me because they're convinced I'm a Hydra member which I'm not. Hell, I only know about the organization because we studied about it."

"Alright, I believe in you", stated Tony. "You say that the first time you had those visions were a couple of days ago, right?" You nodded, "Yes and the one a couple of hours ago, where Rogers and Barnes were supposed to die." "Have you been in contact with anyone, any substance, a strong trauma these few days that could have triggered your mutation?", asked Bruce. "No I was just stressed because of the finals." You took a gulp of the water bottle they provided you and your mind drifted to the explosion. "I should have died", you mumbled between gulps. "What did she say?", asked Clint to Natasha. "Could you repeat that dear?", added Tony. "I said I should have died. I saw the missile going through the window. I had no chance in surviving. How the hell am I still alive?" You noticed some of them shift on their seats and their wandering looks. "What? Is there something I should know?" "It seems Lady Y/N that your blood is not like everyone else's", commented Thor.

"What do you mean 'not like everyone else's'?", you replied confused. Bruce cleared his throat before answering. "When you were here and during the surgery, I tested your blood and you have super soldier serum running through your veins, just like Steve and Bucky." Dumbfounded you collected your hands on your head, not believing what you were hearing. "We think it's thanks to it that you survived", added Sam. You kept shaking your head, panic invading you and stood up, pacing around. "This is a fucking nightmare", you breathed out heavily and the tears beginning to slide down. "I..it can't..be", you sobbed. At the corner of your eye you saw Natasha about to put a hand on your shoulder but before she managed to do so, some sort of defense mechanism kicked in you and tackled the Redhead to the ground, snapping her gun on the way. Coming back to you, you let her go and dropped the gun, your hands covering you face in shame. "I..I'm sorry", you said with a cracking voice. "I don't know what's happening to me."

You hugged yourself rocking your body back and forth. 'It will serve her well' That's what she gets for putting her hands on us.' Your mind was about to explode, unable to keep the voice inside your head down. "SHUT UPP! SHUT UPP", you screamed at yourself, your body trembling. "Y/N I'm gonna step closer ok?", commented Stark, his hands outstretched. He kneeled in front of you, slowly stepping next to you before carefully putting his hands on your shoulders. You looked at him, panic written all over your features and it was all it took for him to hug you, providing a sense of comfort and understanding. "It's gonna be alright, I promise." You hugged him back while he looked at the rest of the team, everyone feeling for you but still reserved. "Come on let's get you cleaned up. I'll show you your room", he added. You stood up not being able to look at anyone. As promised he showed you an inhabited room, the strict minimum in it. "You should rest a little. You have nothing to be afraid anymore. If you need anything just let F.R.I.D.A.Y our AI know." You nodded before whispering "My backpack." 'I'll ask someone to bring it up", he commented before leaving you alone. You sighed heavily, cleaning your face with your shirt sleeves and dropped on the bed, exhausted. Eventually after what felt like an eternity, you stood up and decided to take a shower. Your plan was interrupted with a knock on your door. Marching towards it, you opened and saw Bucky with you bag. "Here. My room is next to yours if you need anything." You nodded and thanked him before closing the door and heading for the shower.

After the shower you dropped once again on the bed to catch some sleep. It was useless. You checked your watch indicating 3AM and sighed. You stood up and rubbed your temples. Grabbing the backpack, you took out its components : the cash, the documents and gun which you managed to put inside before tackling the two super soldiers. You re-read the note left behind by the mysterious person. "Sunday? No what's the name again? Ehm Monday? Of course not. He would never name his AI by the most hated day. Friday?", you spoke up. "Yes Miss Y/L/N how can I be of your assistance?", the voice ringed in your room. "Can you do me a favor?" "It depends."

"Could you track this handwriting without telling it to the others?", you asked. The voice didn't reply. "Nevermind", you mouthed. "I could", she finally said. You thought the cons and pros of the situation and gave the green light for her to track it down. "Right away Miss." "Thank you."

You decided to leave the room and explore the compound. On your tip-toes, you quickly found the common room who was next to the kitchen. You pressed the elevator and pushed on the last floor's button. It was the roof. You sat at the edge and looked at the vast landscape separating the compound from the city. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't hear someone walking at you. "Can't sleep?", his voice making you jump. You looked at him and he smiled that smile again, "Sorry." You frowned pretty sure he wasn't but let it slip away. "What are you doing here?", he continued. "What are YOU doing here? Shouldn't you get your beauty sleep?", you counterattacked. He chuckled beside you before replying he had a nightmare. It caught your attention and you looked at him. "You?", he repeated his initial question. "I don't know just couldn't sleep. I mean I did see bullets go through two war heroes' heads", you replied. Bucky looked at you intently until he heard your question. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Why wouldn't I?", he asked. You shrugged, "I don't know I never really imagined you talking this much. Some of my classmates saw you in a club once with Rogers and Wilson and they said you weren't very approachable." He meditated your words and said, "I don't know, I guess I feel like I can talk to you." "You don't know me", you commented. "I hope I get the chance to." "Do you often get nightmares?", you asked intrigued. He shook his head, "Not as much as before but they're still there." You nodded and locked your eyes with his, "I'm sorry it must be exhausting." He gave you a weak smile and confirmed it was. Your gaze turned back at scenery while his were locked on you. "Do you want some ice cream?", he asked with a small smirk. You chuckled and replied "Yeah why not, let's be crazy." You both made your way to the kitchen and you saw Bucky's eyes lit up. "You know what we should do? Eat Sam's special ice cream. It will piss him really off." You chuckled and shook your head, "I don't think that's a good idea. He could be mad." "Don't worry Doll I'll handle the consequences." The nickname made your heart beat faster and you agreed. You enjoyed your ice cream, well Sam's, in peace before walking to your respective rooms. "It was indeed a great treat", you smiled at him. "Hell yeah", he laughed. "Thank you Bucky." "You're welcome. See you tomorrow."

You woke up the next morning feeling a little better. You managed to sleep for a few hours which was a good thing since you had to face the Avengers once again. Putting on the only clothes you had, you made your way down the kitchen, well aware that by this time they would already be awake. Approaching the kitchen, you heard commotion, everyone talking above the other. You entered inside and saw them argue, except for Thor. You sneaked beside him and asked what was going on. He smiled brightly before exclaiming, "Someone ate Sam's ice cream. He's accusing Bucky and things escalated."

"I'm sure it was you Tinman. You've been hawking around it for days now", spat Sam. "Oh come one what makes you think it was me. This is ridiculous. It could have been Clint or Steve, they were as interested in it as me", counterattacked Bucky. "It was me", you declared ending the fuss. "I'm sorry Sam, I couldn't sleep and saw the ice cream. It looked really good." His eyes narrowed and he pointed at you, "I knew you were trouble" before leaving the room. Bucky gave you a knowing look but you looked away, your eyes landing on Wanda whose gaze traveled between you and Bucky. You exited the kitchen, went to the room you were staying, grabbed some cash and your coat before heading out. "Where do you think you're going?", asked Steve in a firm tone. You rolled your eyes and turned towards him, "Well clearly that ice cream had a sentimental value to him so I'm going to try and find it or at least the necessary ingredients to make it myself. If you're so scarred that it's just a ruse to leave again then grab your shit and let's go", you stated firmly not in the mood for his bullshit. "Wait here", he finally said. He came back 2 minutes later accompanied by Natasha and Wanda. "We're coming with him. Moral support", said Natasha.

The ride was quiet, no one daring to say something but then Wanda cut the tension. "You don't need to do this you know?" "I don't want to owe anything to anyone", was the only thing you answered. Quickly enough you arrived at the supermarket, making your way to the baking area. "It was Barnes wasn't it?", Natasha whispered in your ear. "I already said it was me", you stated. She smirked but didn't pressured. You grabbed the essential ingredients and then decided to grab some more stuff to prepare diner. It was the least you could do knowing how much a pain in the ass you were being. You were contouring an alley when you bumped into a man. "Oh I'm sorry", you both said at the same time. "No it was me. I should see where I go", he answered. "I apologize I should have payed more attention", you said.  "Enyo ; Eris ; Peitho ;..", he whispered and you felt light-weighted, your mind burning. "Artemis ;A..", he continued but was pushed aside by an old lady. "Oh I'm sorry", she apologized to him. Wanda was next to you and looked at him with piercing eyes. He gave you a fake smile before leaving. "Are you alright?", she asked and examined you. "Yeah just my head hurts but it's nothing." "Come on let's go", she followed you closely still trying to find the man who was in front of you. Natasha and Steve noticed Wanda's tense shoulders, her defensive stance and began checking their surroundings. You paid for the groceries and returned to the compound.

You didn't waist a second and began the preparation of the ice cream. The first tests were a failure. "They taste exquisite to me", commented Thor. "It's not this flavor", you mumbled back. 'Add more rhum bitch', you thought. You prepared another recipe and added more rhum. As soon as the new dash was done, you tasted it and that was it. It was the same flavor. Your eyes caught Bucky's and he winked in agreement. "Shit, this is really good", said Clint. "Hey hands off, it's not for you", declared Steve. "F.R.I.D.A.Y where is the Falcon?", you asked. "In his room Miss." "Ok thanks." You grabbed a pen and paper and wrote 'I'm sorry. It won't be your special but hope you'll like it anyway' on it. "Where's his room?", you asked the others. "Our floor, second door", replied Steve. You nodded and made you way to the floor. You left the container in front of his door, knocked and hid. You saw him get out of his room ready to punch someone before his eyes landed on the peace offering. "Yeah right. You think you can reach me with this", he mumbled under his breath. He took a spoonful of ice, still cursing you under his breath before you saw his eyes widen in pleasure. "Well I'll be damned", he said before checking his surroundings and enter his room with a big smile.

You entered you room and laid down for a moment, rubbing your temples. You emptied your pockets, placing the remaining fines with the other cash and saw the gun. You checked it, managed to open it and noticed that one bullet was different compared to the others. Confused you made your way back to the kitchen, gun in hand. They tensed when they saw you with it in hand and took defensive stances. "Y/N drop the gun", said Natasha. "There is something weird", you replied. "Y/N ! Your gun, put it down", exclaimed Tony. You shook your head, "It's not mine. Someone left it among other things but look, isn't it weird?", you said and showed him the bullet. He took it from you and extracted the bullet, scanned it and said, "It's an USB Drive." "F.R.I.D.A.Y call everyone. Conference room now", ordered Steve.

Inside the room once everyone was seated, Tony plugged the drive in. A close-up shot from a man was seen. It was dark, the only light on the room illuminating his face. "Hello Y/N. If you see this, it means I'm dead. I know you must be confused right now and you don't know who to trust anymore. One thing is for sure, don't trust anyone." There was a small pause where he would check his surroundings. "The first thing you have to know is that you're part of Hydra." You gasped and shocked your head "No", feeling all the Avenger's eyes burning holes in your skin.

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[drkoestersmithrpg]

This Comes Right After The Dear John Letter

Peter had to stop more than once, sometimes turning away, sometimes closing his eyes.  It hurt.  The pain in the words hurt to read (while they revealed many things, many dangerous things, maybe some dangerous things maybe he should be talking to someone about, like maybe Dr. Strange?  Rhodey was the one hell-bent on knowing if Tony was drinking or not but this seemed a little bit more important) but even as his brain was telling him to reread and analyze the letter his body was demanding something else.

Which is why he dropped the letter and rose frantically, ready to run into every room in Stark Tower to find Tony.

Who was, of course, standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

“Oh you idiot,” is as far as he got before he was across the room and holding Tony in his arms.  (the complete sentence was “Oh you idiot, have you been watching  me this whole time?” 

but the answer was obvious and the point was moot.)

Tony was barefoot, wearing his old Black Sabbath t-shirt and sweats.  Peter noticed, briefly, how absurd they looked as he put his hands on both sides of Tony’s face and pulled their foreheads together, the suit-wearing teen embracing the shaggy haired, unshaven barefooted man.

Peter felt close to tears, but Tony looked calm, unperturbed by Peter’s behavior, and allowed himself to be pulled, willingly, into an open mouthed kiss.

(And if Peter tasted liquor in that kiss, well, he pretty much forget about everything when Tony put his hands on the small of Peter’s back and pulled him in close.)

“Happy Graduation Day,” Tony whispered when Peter let him go.   Peter smiled at Tony’s smile, keeping their foreheads together.  When Tony didn’t say anything else Peter kissed him on the mouth again.

It was the last open-mouthed kiss he would get for the rest of the evening.

Tony said nothing when they parted, but took him by the hand to the carpet.  He looked back at Peter with a certified Tony Stark © wicked grin, which made Peter sigh in relief.

But when they got to the fireplace where the pillows and Champaign had been waiting, Tony was silent again. He took off Peter’s jacket, as professional as a tailor, and walked over to lay it carefully on the bed.

Peter was waiting for a comment about taking care of the clothes – he was ready with a witty comeback – but Tony was silent the entire time, and it made Peter nervous.  [the silence was unnerving – and after reading that devastating letter, the actual tony stark had only said 3 words.]

Then Tony turned away from the bed and walked slowly toward him, his eyes dark.

“Lay down,” he said, and although he never raised his voice Peter took it as an order – an order that made him tingle down to his toes.

He lay down on his back and watched Tony, his Tony, drink him in with those whiskey eyes before planting both bare feet on either side of his hips.  He paused there for a moment, holding Peter’s eyes in his, and then lowered himself gracefully to sit directly on top of his erection and begin to unbutton the dress shirt.  Peter put his hands on Tony’s hands and tried to remember how to breathe.

When the shirt was open enough for Tony’s approval the man lowered himself to lay completely on top of him.  Peter opened his mouth for a kiss but Tony bypassed his mouth all together and lay a trail of kisses down his jawline, then onto his neck.  Then he slid his right hand and arm under Peter’s head and, leaning his weight on his right arm – oh glorious! – began to caress Peter’s chest with his other hand.

This was a thousand fantasies coming true in one moment and Peter yearned to say so, but feared to break the silence in the room.  More than once he reached up for a kiss but Tony did not kiss him back, or rather, Tony kissed him with a closed mouth and then moved to trail kisses across his forehead.

Over his ribs then his stomach then up the center and then back to his ribs – it was soft and gentle and amazing.

And, after a while, a little confusing.  Peter’s erection was straining against his flies and he was desperate to remove them but he didn’t know how to say so.

In desperation he put his hand on Tony’s face and tried to kiss him on the mouth.  This had limited success – Tony did start the kisses down his jaw and neck again and, in a move that made Peter moan out loud, press their bodies together and began stroking his hand up the back of Peter’s leg.

It was beautiful.

And it went on forever.

To the point where Peter wondered if he should be reminding Tony that he was NOT a virgin (dear god what if, with Tony’s faulty memory, he had forgotten??)

But that was absurd for a thousand reasons he did not want to think about and so he reached down and brought Tony’s hand up to cup his ass.  Tony’s grin was a beautiful thing to see and for a moment Peter thought he would speak, but the room remained silent.

That is, until Tony ducked his head down and began kissing Peter’s stomach, and Peter started moaning again.

It was embarrassing, honestly, to be the only one in the room making noise (the fire had died down and the music had ended and now there was no noise at all) and he tried to stop but dammit Tony’s chin was brushing against his erection and he wasn’t sure he could take it anymore.  

“Tony….” he started, not really knowing what he was going to say after that (but suspecting it was something like “you’re driving me crazy” or maybe “is everything ok?”) but at the sound of his name Tony undid Peter’s belt and began to remove his pants.

For one moment, for one, breath-stealing, heartstopping moment, the older man was holding his legs captive, bound in the fabric and his firm embrace, and Peter gasped.  But then the moment was over and Tony let go completely. “Take these off,” the man said quietly, but in that same commanding tone that was giving Peter goosebumps.  He complied.  

Tony stood and took the pants and walked them over to the bed, laying them out with the jacket. While his back was turned Peter rolled his eyes and shimmied out of the rest of his clothing – he <i>couldn’t</i> wait 20 minutes between each article of clothing, he’d lose his mind?   Unfortunately that left him completely naked on the rug and fighting to NOT cover his erection with his hands…

…then Tony turned around to see him in that condition and the look of sadness on his face made Peter question everything.

Peter opened his mouth to say something but found his throat was completely dry.  Besides the silence, while maddening, seemed impossible to break. Still, there was clearly something wrong and it felt unethical not to say something.

“Tony…..” he managed, finally, looking directly into the man’s face and Tony joined him back on the rug, looking for a sign of the sadness he had seen just before.  “You’ don’t have to…..”

Was he going to say “….go so slow?”  Or was he going to say “…go through with this if you don’t want to?”  He didn’t know, and never found out.  He was barely speaking above a whisper and couldn’t even be sure the man had heard him at all.

Especially because the man had climbed on top of him, pulled his head back by the hair to mouth his Adam’s apple and work his way, with hot kisses and lapping tongue, straight down his body with a hungry noise that made all of Peter’s doubts disappear.  

He even scolded himself for doubting the man, now breathing heavily as he ate Peter up like a feast, kissing and teasing his navel (had anyone <i>ever</i> kissed him there?) and nuzzling his way down the treasure line -  even spreading Peter’s legs and licking along the place where his leg met his torso.  Peter clenched his teeth to keep from making any noise (the sounds Tony made were precious but so quiet) and his hands went everywhere, the rug, Tony’s shoulders, Tony’s arms, the rug again, <i>anywhere</i> but Tony’s HEAD because urging the man to do something he wasn’t doing would be <i>rude</i> until finally Peter had both hands over his face <i>desperately</i> trying to hold it together.  Until he couldn’t anymore, and he cried out “Oh GOD Tony you’re making me crazy.

And then Tony swallowed his entire cock down in one smooth motion and Peter forgot about everything.

“Oh god I’m coming,” Peter whimpered, not because he was coming, but because his helpless moaning was now the only noise in the silent room and it was beginning to make him lonely.   The surrealness of the silence was really getting to him, making the entire night seem like a fantasy – did Tony spike his drink?  Or did he fall asleep in his dormroom dreaming about his date with Tony?  The fact that he could hear himself, and only himself, was giving this whole thing a very solitary, masturbatory feel.

So he said “I’m coming,” in hopes Tony would stop for a moment (you couldn’t exactly expect the man to talk with his mouth full) and SPEAK, to encourage him or suggest something else, <i>anything</i> to hear the man’s voice again.

But instead Tony wrapped his arms around Peter’s body, practically lifting him of the ground and very soon his lie became the truth on the spot.

Without a word Tony pulled away and turned Peter’s body around, and within seconds he felt the man’s fingers inside him slicked with something – wait did Tony have lube hidden under one of the pillows somewhere? – and in very short order Peter found himself sighing in complete relief.  FINALLY. He was being fucked by THE Tony Stark.

At least, he seemed to be.

(Somehow, he thought Tony would be longer.)

And more verbose – Tony was panting in his ear now and which was so much more wonderful than the silence of the blow job, but it still meant that Peter couldn’t make any noise at all for fear of losing that little bit of sound.  He reached up on hand to tangle through Tony’s hair, sometimes lifting his head to press his face against Tony’s face, needing the connection, reminding himself that the man was still there.

It wasn’t right – he knew enough about sex to know there should be <i>some</i> noise, even if it was the undignified sound of two bodies slapping together…wait…

Peter’s hand flew behind him to where their bodies connected, and his face actually contorted with anger.  Tony’s cock was in his fist and he was fucking <i>his own hand</i>, giving Peter the rest.  “No, Tony,” Peter started pleading, suddenly unconcerned about piercing the deafening silence.  “I need <i>all</i> of it, please, I need <i>you</i>.”

He reached up and back to Tony’s ass in hopes to urge the man down…

…only to hear Tony gasp, once, as he came.

(Silently, of course.)

Peter turned his face to the carpet to hide his expression – his eyes were wide.  He tried to congratulate himself, he HAD just found out he could make Tony Stark come on the spot just by grabbing his ass, but his brain was insisting something was terribly wrong.

He had just gotten what he wanted.  It was short. It was silent.  And now it was apparently over.

“Happy Graduation Day,” Tony was saying now and Peter was <i>trying</i> to get his face into proper order, all while trying to figure out how to get up from the Ok-Lets-Just-Admit-Howard-Stark-Killed-A-Polar-Bear-Rug without leaving a wetspot when he felt Tony touch his hand.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he quietly, gently, in a voice that would not have been out of place in a funeral home.

“At least I get to look at Tony Stark’s ass,” Peter thought to himself ruefully as Tony led him into the next room.  Tony was fully clothed already (he had only lowered his sweats far enough to do the deed, Peter didn’t know why but that <i>hurt</i> somehow) but Peter could still appreciate the way the fabric clung.  He hadn’t gotten to see it naked, and he had only felt it under his hand for a moment, but at least this was something.

Once again he felt guilty for his silent criticisms when he entered Tony’s spacious bathroom. Candles were lit everywhere surrounding the massive bathtub (big enough for two!) and there was more chilled champagne, alongside two more glasses.  

“Perfect timing,” Tony said with a grin (although that voice was still too quiet, <i>why</i> was he so quiet?) as they approached the filling tub, bubbles coming up to the brim.  

“Wait….did you turn that on when….”

“I pushed a button. It has a sensor, so it won’t overflow,” Tony said as he lifted Peter’s hand and led him, Princess-like to step into the tub.  Peter grinned and complied.  Tony reached for a huge, fluffy towel and put it behind Peter on the edge of the tub, making a pillow that leaned against the wall.  Then he put one hand on the center of Peter’s chest and pushed him backward to rest against it.

The movement made Peter’s pulse flutter.  How could he be so critical of this man when a single touch could do that to him?

It only got better from there.  

Tony knelt by the side of the tub and took out a matching washcloth, ridiculously fluffy and oversized, and began to wash Peter’s hands, arms and shoulders.  Peter closed his eyes and moaned – the sound of the faucet and the echo in the smaller room cushioned the oppressive silence.  More importantly Tony was scrupulously washing him, using the bubbles to cover his chest and under his arms and around his neck, then dipping the washcloth in the water to wash him off again.  Peter tried to keep his eyes open to watch, Tony concentrating on his body was a beautiful sight to see, but it was almost impossible. The warm water was incredibly relaxing. Even when the faucet turned itself off the quiet sounds of the washcloth dipping in and out of the water made a soothing sound, and every touch from Tony was perfect.  The excruciatingly slow pace the older man had set before had been maddening, but <i>this</i> was tender and loving, and Peter grinned like a fool.

He regretted his (silent) criticism of the older man now.  Yes, the sex was a lot briefer than he expected, but he couldn’t deny that the foreplay was beautiful, and the aftercare?  Exquisite.  And soon Tony would join him in the bath, they would share a glass of champagne and talk about it, talk about what they enjoyed and what they might try next time.

Then Tony rose up on his knees and reached between Peter’s legs and suddenly Peter was wide awake.

“Shhhh, relax,” Tony was whispering, but now he was looking at Peter with real <i>longing</i> in his eyes and it made Peter whimper in response.  Not at the touch but at the look, <i><b>that</i></b> was what was missing the entire time from the encounter in the other room, <i>that</i> was what he had wanted to see on Tony’s face when he first found him lying naked on the floor, not that terrible look of sadness that made Peter want to flee and apologize. <i>That</i> was what was missing that had made the whole thing seem awkward and wrong.  Peter didn’t want to close his eyes, he wanted to bathe in that look forever.

“Close your eyes,” the man was saying, even as he brought those beautiful eyes closer.

“I don’t want to,” Peter whimpered.  

“Do you want me to keep doing this?” Tony whispered, as the washcloth started stroking intimate places, and Peter nodded, not trusting his own voice.

“Then close your eyes,” he said, chuckling a little as Peter finally screwed his eyes shut like a man in pain.

Tony tenderly washed between Peter’s legs with long, careful strokes.  Somewhere along the way he lost the washcloth and Peter moaned as the man began using his hand to explore, stroking his ball sac lovingly, then his shaft. It was the first time Tony had touched him there, Peter realized, at least with his hand, and it seemed to go on forever.  But eventually he found the washcloth again and put two hands into the tub to wash Peter’s long legs, then his feet.

“Shhhh….” was all Tony said when he finished with the last foot.  There was a pause, and he reached for Peter’s hand and began washing it, and Peter grinned, hoping it would all begin again.

Finally, the man rose. “Stay put,” he heard him whisper, and Peter smiled even as he dozed.  He began to plan the conversation they would have when Tony disrobed and joined him in the bath – they <i>would</i> have that conversation <i>even though Rhodey was now intruding with the ridiculous idea that he should be quizzing him about his lines.  “I’m not <b>acting</b> in Shakespeare” Peter argued, I’m the Shakespeare expert on the team, and that’s not even me, that’s Cody.”  “But Cody cast you as all three Witches and we’re already in Act II so lets hear it kid!” And as Peter cried out “Cody is an idiot!” </i> he woke up to realize he was all alone in the bathroom.

The shower was running – was Tony – was Tony showering separately?  What the hell?  Peter stood up in anger and confusion.

Then he decided he was covered in bubbles which meant he needed a shower too.

Without worrying about how much soap or water he was dripping across the bathroom floor he walked toward the shower and boldly opened the door  - only to see Tony turning off the faucet and exiting through the other side (because of course the shower had two doors.  Because of course it did.  Hell the shower was the same size as his bedroom.)

Peter turned on the shower and rinsed himself off furiously, close to tears.  This had all been a terrible mistake.  Tony had <i>said</i> in the letter this was his “sacrifice play.”  

“I’ll do anything you ask….and if taking you to bed is what you’re asking for than I’ll do that too….” Peter quoted to himself bitterly, grimacing.  “Hardly fair since you never even got me into the <i>bed</i>.” He only had himself to blame. Tony had laid it all out in the letter. He SAID he was “the most willing fuck you’ll ever have” but that clearly was not the case.  The man had done his duty and then practically run away from him. Peter put both hands on the shower wall and cried under the spray.

He only sought out Tony afterward to see what was expected of him next.  

Clad only in his shorts he found Tony, naturally, tinkering in his lab.  “Hope you don’t think I could sleep after <i>that,</i>” he said with a smirk, as if they had just done something epic in the other room.  “Grab a couch, kid.  I’ll be there as soon as I get this done.  You look like you could use a little cuddling.”

It was the longest sentence he had spoken all night.  

Peter took to his couch without much hope.  There he fell asleep.  Tony never joined him.  He woke up in time to leave for school.  Where Tony slept, he didn’t know.

#Because Of Reasons

[hernameisaithne]

Checkup

“The doctor will be here shortly,” the nurse said, slipping the red pen under the clipboard’s metal clamp and shutting the door with a gentle click.

Annabeth shifted uncomfortably on the examination table as the wax paper crinkled beneath her.

Going back to New York for graduate school was one thing, but switching to an entirely different doctor’s office was another.

She’d had the same, trustworthy pediatrician for as long as she could remember. From giving Annabeth her first vaccine to offering personal advice about birth control, Dr. Nesla was almost like her second-hand mother. Annabeth’s stepmother rarely took notice to her, much less brought up fair conversation every daughter expected from their mother. After searching up how to put in a tampon on YouTube, looking helplessly at the discarded spools of cotton, and feeling a painful jab in her lower region every time she put her right leg too far forward, Annabeth had gotten the puberty talk from an real doctor herself. And, like an actual caring parent, she would ask Annabeth how she was doing and listen in on her boy troubles.

All of that was gone, now that she had decided to enroll at NYU. It was too much of a hustle to return back to California for a simple yearly checkup. As much as New York reminded Annabeth of certain memories during her early teenage years, she knew that she belonged in the city.

Annabeth looked around the room, glancing at the eye chart next to an illustration of the muscular system. She focused on the blurring letters, realizing she was probably due for a new prescription…

The door suddenly opened and she straightened quickly, only to freeze at who was in front of her.

The man in front of her gave a small smile, and Annabeth’s breath hitched.

Percy Jackson.

His smile...his goddamn smile was the same, and it ground her bones to dust and knocked her breath out of her chest. His bright green eyes, fringed with thick, dark lashes, were looking at her with the same intensity they had during those endless nights. She could feel the ghost of his hands running up the length of her arms, brushing her neck, cupping her cheek…

Percy cleared his throat. “Hello, Annabeth.”

“I thought I signed up for Dr. Parsons,” Annabeth said weakly, still unable to move. She didn’t remembering seeing Dr. Jackson on the list. Maybe she had skimmed through it too quickly?

“Dr. Parsons is out on maternity leave,” he began, shutting the door behind him. “I will be your doctor for today.” Gods, if anything, it was his voice that sent a shuddering ache throughout Annabeth’s body.

Percy walked to the other side of the room, swiftly washing his hands at the sink. Annabeth tried not to notice his broad shoulders that were conveniently complimented by the slightly too-tight doctor’s uniform.

“What brings you back to New York?” he asked, toweling off his hands and seating himself at the swivel chair.

Annabeth swallowed, trying to remember how to speak. “After I graduated college, I did a bit of soul-searching. I went on some minor quests for a few years —more than a few years. Five. And then I finally decided to apply to graduate school.”

“NYU,” Percy guessed. His statement brought a pang to her chest. He had remembered how much she’d wanted to go there.

She nodded meekly. “And you… a doctor. I never would have thought —”

“After what had happened,” he started, avoiding Annabeth’s eyes, “I wanted to do something where I wasn’t just bringing harm to people. Ever since I was young, trouble followed me. I blew up schools, attracted monsters, lost people I cared about…” his voice trailed off.

“Anyways. The health field was never on my radar, but it seemed like the right thing to do. I graduated college early, then went on to med school. Hermes helped me speed the process up a bit. But don’t worry,” he assured her with his famous, heart-melting, troublemaker smile. “I’m certified.”

Annabeth couldn’t help but laugh. “As long as that’s clear.”

Percy turned towards the computer, tapping on the keys. He asked normal questions a doctor would ask, and she gave her usual responses. Yes, the medications she was allergic to were still penicillin and motrin. No, she didn’t have a family history of high cholesterol. And sure, on the occasion that she drank alcohol, she drank it responsibly.

The questions were getting easier to answer as they went on, which was a relief. Well, until they reached certain ones.

“How are you sleeping?” His green eyes searched hers, trying to look for hints of fatigue. She knew no concealer could completely cover the dark crescents shadowed beneath her eyes.

“Better,” she decided. “The nightmares are there, but not enough for me to wake up at night. I think it’s because I’m getting used to them.”

Percy looked worried, but he managed a steady voice. “If they get worse, please contact me —I mean —your primary doctor.”

Annabeth nodded, more at the floor than at Percy. “I will.”

He stared at the screen for a second, working his jaw. “And are you… sexually active?”

Though she had nothing to hide, her cheeks colored at the question. Nonetheless, she lifted her chin and looked him right in the eye. “Not for the past few years.”

Taking a heavy interest to his clipboard, he cleared his throat and nodded. She watched as his eyes slightly darkened and he visibly swallowed. Annabeth’s next breath was taken with a larger effort. She looked around the room, trying to find something else, anything else, to focus on.

As she got her blood pressure, eyes, and other things checked that were deemed necessary at a typical doctor’s appointment, she kept her eyes averted. There was no way she could be this close to him and not feel the urge to wrap her arms around him and breathe into his chest. All she had to do was finish this checkup, and that would be that. It wasn’t an impossible task. Well, until…

Percy adjusted the stethoscope to his ears as he approached Annabeth.

“I’m just going to listen to your heart,” he said, a slight blush forming on the tops of his cheekbones. “If you don’t mind, this needs to go under your shirt.” He fingered the bell, the small metal circle at the end of his stethoscope, waiting for her approval.

Annabeth slightly lifted the end of her shirt, acknowledging that it was okay. He slipped the bell under her shirt and pressed it to her upper stomach, the cool metal forming goosebumps across her skin. She tried not to concentrate, tried not to overthink anything. Treat him as if he was your regular doctor, she thought. It’s just as if he’s Dr. Nesla. Taller, and maybe more muscular. Definitely more muscular.

After a few seconds, he inched the bell higher. “Is this...is this alright for you?”

Annabeth’s heart fluttered as his fingers accidentally brushed her skin. They were warm, in stark contrast to the shockingly frigid bell against her chest. If she could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, he could definitely hear it through the stethoscope. “It’s fine,” she managed, obliging as he told her to take another deep breath in before he moved to the center of her chest.

“Are you sure? I can ask another doctor to come in if this makes you uncomfortable —”

“No.” Annabeth met his eyes wholly. “I want you.”

She wasn’t sure who surged in first, but that didn’t matter in the moment. The stethoscope fell to the floor amidst the frenzied motion and shuffling. Their lips moved against each other, frantic and desperate. His hand flew to her hip, sending a blazing wave of want in her core.

The tip of Percy’s nose brushed up her neck before she felt scorching kisses just above her collarbone. “You have no idea,” he whispered, gentling his kisses, “how much I missed you. How much it hurt to leave you.”

Annabeth sighed, threading her fingers in his feather-soft hair. It was everything she wanted to hear from him. She brought his face to hers and kissed him again, putting all her emotions into the kiss. All the years of bottled up feelings, desire, and love.

He took her hips and slid her to the edge of the table, making the wax paper rip and wrinkle. His breath caught as their lower halves knocked into each other, and Annabeth hooked her legs around his waist in response. She needed to be closer to him. Even now, they were too far apart. She wanted to feel bare skin against bare skin. There couldn’t be anything between them, not even a sliver of light.

She began nudging the coat of his uniform, wanting it to come off, wanting everything to come off —

“Dr. Jackson is working with another patient at the moment. I’m sorry about the wait, but I can check to see if he is almost done.” At that, Annabeth and Percy jolted apart, breathing heavily. The nurse sounded as if she was just outside the door.

Annabeth quickly uncrumpled the wax paper on the examination table, while Percy bent down to pick up the stethoscope and looped it back around his neck. The door opened just as Percy was running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Sorry to interrupt, Dr. Jackson,” the nurse said, poking her head in, “but a patient is wondering when you’ll be ready to see her. She has been waiting for ten minutes already. Are you almost done, or should I call Dr. Jennis to take care of her?”

“Call Dr. Jennis to fill in for me,” Percy said, not taking his eyes off Annabeth. “This patient has a special case I need to deal with.”

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