#hot girls finally watch a show and then immediately sit down and make 2.5k words of a rewrite LOL

[stealingpotatoes]

just watched mando s3 it’s great that we TOTALLY had a whole season about din coming to grips with being mand’alor & life without grogu and about dueteragonist bo-katan coming to realise she was only trying to lead mand’alor bc of her sister not bc she thought she was the best leader. and the whole season centred around the theme of accepting who you really are even if you’re certain you’re something else and was about how heroes and leaders can come from anywhere, they don’t have to come from a special bloodline (a sorta thesis against the skywalker saga) and about the uniting power of grief and oppression. isn’t it great we had that instead of a season with no plot 

isn’t it great that there were no mando cameos in tbobf and mando season 3 started with him on a bounty, cringefailing at using the darksaber and stabbing himself but he did the job and got paid in a nubian starfighter (he wanted a razor crest but he’s injured so he doesnt argue much) which he then used to find his covert on the canyon planet. then he revealed to the armorer and paz that he had the darksaber which after some time leads to paz duelling din for the saber (without telling the others bc they dont know din has it) and din wins but its revealed he took his helmet off. he’s made apostate IN FRONT OF EVERYONE (EVERYONE!!) with only one IMPOSSIBLE chance of redemption (nobody can go to mandalore anymore!!) and has to leave and now has nothing — no child, no clan. so he does the only thing he can think to and goes to a green planet we’ve never seen before. he lands safely but still injured from his fight with Paz and not fully healed from the original injury he passes out. and the episode ends with a kid running over and telling another kid to call master skywalker

and sure episode 2 was the fanservice episode but its disney! we have to expect a marketable plushie cameo episode — except of course that didn’t mean it wasn’t plot relevant! din wakes up and we realise he’s at luke’s jedi academy and this is great n stuff we finally get to see luke in his prime teaching a whole bunch of students! and we get to see grogu happy and having fun with his kind (which makes din happy but miss his own covert). luke notices din has a saber himself (despite it being well-hidden — luke can sense it) and din admits he can’t use it and that he doesnt think it even belongs to him while luke shows him saber forms (but pretends its for his own training and not din’s bc din refuses to learn). they have a discussion and din reveals he came here bc he got kicked out and has no way to redeem himself bc there are no mines left and even then the planet’s poisonous. luke spouts some jedi stuff asking din if he’s certain and says blind certainty is the enemies of hope and progress or whatever (setting up the larger theme of identity certainty in the season). luke also points out that if they imps r there then they have to have some way of getting around the environment they caused. inspired and knowing grogu is safe here, din is ready to go redeem himself on mandalore. he says he’ll come to see grogu again and luke makes it clear that while attachments can’t get in front of duty, din is always welcome here <3 

episode 3 of course had din go to the ruins of mandalore to redeem himself, inspired by luke’s words about certainty he goes to the ruins of sundari, where he knows there was once living waters (the other option is the one surviving and imperial-controlled city, but he’s not that dumb). also bc the imps only hang around the cities so that must be where it's survivable. there’s some imperials about the edge of the city (not many) and he does have to subtly fight them but he gets spotted. he wins but he’s panicking bc during the fight his breathing system got hit but then he notices a plant growing. and he realises he’s not dying — the air isn’t poisonous anymore or whatever! so he turns off his failing life support and goes to the city. he explores the city and finds many remnants of mandalorian culture there in the small parts that survived. ash-covered murals, mostly-burnt toys, something that could have once been a palace. he finds a memorial to a duchess satine kryze and thinks huh like bo katan? (because of course the show wouldn’t ignore bo’s motivations) anyway after some slow but meaningful exploring (its quietness eerie, unlike the quietness of the previous stealth section) he manages to make his way below the city. he finds the mines, reads the inscription and then goes in. except of course its no longer shallow and he falls and he falls and he realises well fuck he’s gonna die. his life support got hit earlier and he doesnt have his jetpack he’s going to sink. but then in the darkness, a great looming eye opens and before din knows it, SOMETHING is throwing him out that sinking water. it had to have been a freak current right? he was hallucinating. surely a MYTHOSAUR didn’t just save him… those are all dead, only to return with a new age of mandalore! he shakes his head, ignores it, and collects the water with something new to bring to his people

episode 4 reintroduced us to old fan favourite bo katan in her depression girl era bc din shows up to her empty palace ready to help her take back mandalore… only to find her in a depression pit and— oh my god is she drunk??! she drops that her ppl left her bc she didn’t have the darksaber and din’s looking at the depression pit like. right. bc of the darksaber. he briefly tries to convince her to fight him for it but she’s like no you’ll throw the fight it won’t be true comba— oh no! explosion nearby bc looks like din wasn’t as careful as he thought and the imperials followed him to bo’s place so both of them have to fucking skeet outta there and bo’s home’s destroyed so din’s like hey come on let’s go to my people we can take back mandalore with them or smthn. so they head back to the covert, din reveals he’s no longer apostate and that mandalore isnt cursed it’s breathable + you can successfully walk on the surface now. this is however interrupted by a beast showing up and trying to kill some ppl. it almost kills paz’s son but din kills the beast first in his starfighter. anyway back to the conversation (now within the cave) and din’s trying to convince his clan that they can take back mandalore (with bo as leader) but none of them want to follow her or risk what few numbers they have left. dejected, din and bo make to leave again, but paz follows them out and is like ?? din you literally have the darksaber why didn’t you use it to get at least SOME of them to follow you and din’s like i don’t want people to follow me bc of a legend, if they follow me it has to be bc they want to and paz and bo r internally like wow damn. anyway paz then says he’ll always fight w din if needed bc he saved his son but if he wants the people to follow him they should try get some of the other clans to help so it looks less dangerous. so bo and din leave on their quest. also throughout this episode, we’re introduced to some random civilian in the reintegration program. its implied they worked with gideon and that they’re preparing for something, but we don’t get much more than that. 

episode 5 is the bo episode, this is where we explore her character, have her arc, and ya know really cover her motivations (bc disney would NEVER make it so her motivation is invisible unless you’d seen two other tv shows). din and bo head to where her clan is. they just want to see the clan but they end up being dragged into a b-plot about helping the local pacifist duchess (& duke). din tries to say no but bo-katan says smthn abt diplomacy. this quest initially doesn’t seem plot relevant but throughout bo opens up about her own pacifist duchess sister and she comes to realise how much of this quest has been about trying to live up to satine and not bc she thinks herself the best mand’alor. the thing she said abt diplomacy earlier, she reveals, is just a quote from her sister. anyway they’re finally able to go to bo’s old clan and she, now reinvigorated in accepting and knowing who she is and what she wants (no longer depression girl) challenges axe for leadership of the clan. she wins and in a speech is like we’re gonna retake unpoisonous mandalore by uniting the clans!! most agree but theyre like HOW are we supposed to convince the other clans? and it descends into insane yelling UNTIL a low hum and a black-white light falls over the group. silence falls. everyone looks on. high above his head, din is holding the darksaber (proudly!!) and he’s like we’ll unite them with this. but axe has to constantly be chatting shit and getting up from the floor where he got his ass whipped he’s like really???? you wanna follow him???? he doesn’t even have any mandalorian blood in him!!! and bo makes a great speech about blood doesn’t make a good leader what makes a good leader is knowing when to use your power. and then she’s like he is my mand’alor amen and kneels before him. everyone else follows and din awkwardly stands there still not fully accepting his role 

episode 6 was the great prep episode. we start with din and bo helping and getting a new tribe on their side and heading back to Concordia we realise they’ve got this HUGEEEE war camp of mandalorians!! there are so many clans with them now (except one, which din is really missing)!!!!! this episode mostly focuses on mandalorian culture and them training/ planning and din and bo trying to keep the clans from biting each other’s heads off. but this is interrupted when a small group of imperials try to pre-attack them (like they did w bo’s palace) but the mandos all manage to fight back and take them down, which then leads to a whole speech from din and bo about how mandalorians are all fighting but theyre united now in their grief and with this they can fight the empire. the b-plot of the episode comes back to that random civilian from episode 4 and whoomp turns out their plan was to BREAK MOFF GIDEON OUT OF JAIL!! shitttt!!!! oh no!! he’s back now, that’s gonna make their very decent plan to take back mandalore harder but they dont knowww (irony!)

episodes 7 and 8 were the battle of mandalore, woo! it had to be two episodes because it’s a taking whole occupied planet and not a single base, a pretty damn difficult task that definitely can’t be done by two single clans in like 40 minutes! there’s all those mini tiny bases scattered throughout the planet on the ruins (like din encountered in episode 3) AND more importantly there’s the one domed city that the imperials kept alive as their main base — which means they have to be careful, bc they can’t do any sort of aerial assault or great deal of damage to the imperials without also destroying the one surviving place for them to live. so the plan is smaller strike teams to go the bases plopped around the planet as a distraction and to stop reinforcements to the city while the main force surround the city and take it. the first city team (with din and bo) has to open up all the ports and stuff to allow the HUGE armies to get in. unfortunately this is in the main imp base in the centre of the city so they have to get there. (they’d prefer 2 strike teams but they can only spare 1) MOST of the mini-bases r meanwhile being successfully captured. the strike team gets to the centre to de-activate the port shielding n stuff and GASP! IT’S GIDEON!! FROM JAIL!! and he’s surrounded by fucking MANDO STORMTROOPERS and IN BESKAR ARMOUR oh no!! ambush!! he knew they’d have to go here to allow a full-scale assault! the small strike team at sundari also gets captured bc there were some mandotroopers there (they increased security post episode 3). episode 7 ends on a cliffhanger bc all seems lost and the strike team’s surrounded 

episode 8 starts straight off the cliffhanger and oh no they’re all gonna die gasp WHEN BAM fighting noises elsewhere, everyone’s confused, when paz’s voice crackles over din’s comm like hey bro! BC DIN’S CLAN FINALLY SHOWED UP TO HELP AND THEY WERE ABLE TO MAKE THAT SECOND STRIKE TEAM and in the confusion din & bo’s team take out the mandotroopers, gideon gets away. din and paz and the armorer come face to face and paz calls him mand’alor or smthn bc he’s also accepted it and they’re like woo let’s go now we can fight fr!! din heads to help lead the battle ig but bo’s like nah i have to end gideon for what he did to our planet. and din’s like well he’s wearing beskar armour so you’ll need this and gives her his beskar spear WHICH IS SYMBOLIC BC he’s finally giving up his other weapon and is going to solely use the darksaber!! he’s accepted who he is and is going to lead their ppl!! so yeah instead of having din fight gideon, who he already beat once, bo fights him and its incredibly cathartic. at sundari that strike team who got captured is also not looking great but MYTHOSAUR EX MACHINA COMES AND FUCKS UP THE IMPERIALS THERE (its returned!!). so big battle and gideon’s down and the darksaber DOESN’T get destroyed yay! afterwards they all vibe and they go to the forge and the armorer relights it and they proclaim din mand’alor fr and he accepts it and throne. sure he's still a BIT uneasy (mand'alor the reluctant anyone?) but he's not saying NOO now loll. yayyy!! AND THEN final scene is din returns to the jedi academy like hii thanks for ur advice u were right being blindly certain abt stuff is meh and leaves no room for hope. uh could i show grogu mandalore i promise i’ll bring him right back and it ends on din showing grogu the planet finally bc thats cute and fanservice

anyway isn’t it great this is exactly what happened, it’s all canon and definitely not the stealingpotatoes sequels canon continuity rewrite! 

#hot girls finally watch a show and then immediately sit down and make 2.5k words of a rewrite LOL #while having a fever! #mand'alor din djarin #potes wrotes #(ish) #the mandalorian s3 #mandalorian season 3 #IM NOT SAYING I COULD DO BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL WRITERS like i get they have very different circumstances to me n stuff w execs etc #but i did try to write this while considering what would make good/marketable tv not just what would make a solely good plot #im not gonna be one of those ppl who's never made a tv show but thinks she could do better than seasoned writers/directors lollll #this is lichrally me trying to make my accidental redo continuity work with s3 LMAO #its also messy as hell bc i wrote it in one sitting and its not a proper piece of writing. there r plot holes but i think less than og #actually if there r any problems im blaming my fever <3 #mandalorian s3 rewrite #the sswscc

[rafeandonlyrafe]

cherry

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, stripper!reader, prostitution, protected blowjob, protected p in v sex

“that hot guy is back again.” sugar says, pulling back the curtain just an inch, pointing into the crowd.

“ugh, he is so fine.” you whine. “we never get hot guys in here.” it’s your number one problem with your new strip club, in a much different area than your last, therefore attracting a far different crowd, mainly, an older one.

“girl, i know. everyone wants to take him into the back.” sugar raises his eyebrows, knowing you share her proclivity for taking clients into the back rooms to get an personal “dance.”

“it’s gonna be a fight for who he picks.” you giggle, quickly closing the curtain when the strip club house mom walks into the backstage area.

“i know i’m going right to him when lapdances start, but so is every other girl.” sugar says, adjusting the bra she’s wearing.

“if he stays, remember he left after the shows last time.” you point out. he stayed for all the girls to do their solo shows, but by the time lapdances and duos and trios came out, he was gone.

“good point, cherry.” sugar nods, using your stripper name, which is always a bit of a shock when its the girls doing it, but you learned quickly here that its a sign of respect to keep your real name out of the workplace at this club, so you quickly adapted to only using stripper names.

“alright girls, music is starting!” the house mom shouts out. you are later on in the set, so you head back to your station and adjust your costume for the night, a cherry red number to fit your name, matching your nail polish and lipstick. 

you wait until its your turn to go on, hearing the music play and waiting for the right beat to walk out, the club letting out a cheer as you strut onto the stage. the routine is an old one that you’ve done a million times, and your body easily works through the motions, running almost on autopilot, giving you time to look into the crowd, gauge the reactions, including the handsome guy everyone wants sitting forward, eyes intense.

you are out of breath and completely naked except for your heels as you walk back behind the curtain, pushing your hair back that got caught in your face.

“girl, shut the fuck up! hottie was totally into you!” lola says, her voice sounding excited, despite a couple of the other girls giving you a jealous look.

you pull your next lingerie set, the one you liked for lap dances as you shrug. you noticed that he was paying very close attention to your dancing, but you didn’t know that he wasn’t giving everyone else the exact same heated look.

“i think its only fair we let cherry at him first.” sugar suggests, and there’s a smattering of agreement from the other girls, which is enough to set it as a rule, you get to approach the attractive man before anyone else could take their shot.

it makes you excited for the individual sets to end as you make sure to touch up your lipstick and blot any sweat and oils from your forehead. you saunter out as soon as you are allowed, the last stripper still making her way off the stage.

your eyes immediately set sight on your target. “hello there, handsome.” you purr, watching as the handsome mans eyes slowly drag up your body. “can i interest you in a dance?” he smiles, a closed mouth smirk that conveys powerful confidence. he doesn’t even use his words, simply pulls a bill out of his pocket. you smile with all your teeth back at him, knowing they’re framed by your bright red lips as you tug at the waistband of your lacy panties, letting him slip the folded bill against your skin, fingers briefly brushing against your hip.

you turn around as the man sits back in his chair. you place your hands on either side of the arm, giving yourself some support as you lower your ass over his crotch, hovering and moving side to side, teasing before you finally press down, letting your ass roll over his crotch and thighs.

“you like that?” you ask with a smirk, but the man know he doesn’t need to answer, not when you can certainly feel his excitement growing in his pants.

you continue your lap dance for longer than usual, even parting your thighs slightly to give yourself some pleasure as well, hoping its not too noticeable for anyone watching, and you’re sure some of the other girls are staring in anger as they have to give lap dance to old drunk men.

you rise up before turning back to the man. “would you like another dance? a private one in the back?”

he nods, standing up to follow you as you lead him into the back hallway with various doors, cracked if they’re empty, and locked shut to indicate someone else had already been taken back. officially, your club is a stripclub, but its an unspoken rule that lapdance time also meant that dancer could take clients back for anything they wanted to do in private, and that money would stay solely with the dancers, not needing to give the bouncers or bartenders a percentage. 

“whats your name, handsome?” you ask, gesturing him into one of the empty rooms, the lights already low, red velvet couches pushed up on either side of the wall with a small table in the center. the room is small, but plenty of space for just the two of you.

“rafe.” he answers with a smirk, hand coming to your waist, touching the bare skin there. “and money is no object so whatever we do, don’t worry, i can afford it.” he pulls a bill out his pocket to prove it, tucking it again into your panties.

“hot and rich, i like that.” you hum.

“is there anything thats not allowed?” rafe asks, fingers rubbing over your sides, clearly excited to get started.

“wear a condom. no hitting or leaving any sort of marks on my body. any hard kinks, you need to tell me beforehand.” you explain quickly, having gone over the spiel with other customers before.

“just wanna fuck you.” rafe smirks, his voice deep and alluring, making you for once feel yourself getting excited about sleeping with one of the clients.

“why don’t you sit down then?” you gesture to the couch. rafe sits down with the same smirk on his face, his arms resting on the back of the couch as you begin to dance, able to hear the music from the main lounge of the club, using it as your tempo as you move your body, slowly taking off your lingerie under rafes watchful eye.

you get yourself completely naked, all while rafe watches you with that same look on his face, clearly growing in his pants, his cock pushing against the zipper.

you kneel down between his legs, tossing your hair to the side while you rub over his cock before undoing the button teasingly slow, followed by his zipper. “so big.” you coo. it’s usually what you say to make your average sized customers feel better, but for once you mean it with rafe.

“gonna suck me, cherry?” rafe asks, your eyebrows raising slightly when you realize that he remembered your name from when it was announced on stage before your set. “get that pretty red lipstick all over my cock?”

you tug his pants down in response, taking his underwear down with it as you watch his cock spring free, already hard and pulsing with need.

“gotta put a condom on for oral too.” you remember suddenly, having gotten so excited you almost started sucking him without it.

“aw, come on, i promise i’m clean.” rafe says, his voice so sickly sweet you hesitate, but remember the horror stories of other strippers getting stds from breaking rules.

“sorry handsome.” you shake your head, grabbing a condom out of the bowl on the table before sliding it over his cock. you make up for the condom quickly by sinking your lips over his dick, the red lipstick transfering onto the condom instead as you suck.

“oh, thats good.” rafe moans, leaning back against the couch as you bob your head, his hands moving to your hair.

you work your tongue against his cock as you suck, pulling out all the skills that you’ve learned in your years of working in clubs. you resist the urge to smirk as rafe moans loudly, not afraid to have his noises of pleasure heard.

you nuzzle yourself against rafes abs as his cock slides down your throat, swallowing repeatedly to not gag as you deepthroat him. you go to pull off when rafe pushes you back down, his hips lifting to keep your lips pressed against his pelvis.

you flutter your eyes closed and breathe for your nose as rafe pumps forward, lifting his hips off the couch to fuck his cock down your throat. you hum, creating vibrations around his dick while rafe grips your hair, tugging you down to meet his thrusts.

you are about to tap out, needing to take a real breath when rafes cock throbs in your mouth and pulls you off, your scalp burning slightly from rafe using your hair to tug at you.

“god, you’re good, i was about to cum.” rafe groans, relaxing back into the couch as you’re still kneeled below him, wiping away the spit that has fallen down onto your chin.

“how do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, standing up over rafe.

“hands and kneels, cherry.” rafe stands, shucking his pants off of where they are pooled around his ankles.

you climb onto the couch, arching your back to present your ass to rafe. he rubs his hands over your bum before rubbing his fingers through your folds, surprised to find how wet you already are.

“you're actually turned on, huh?” rafe smirks, taking his cock and rubbing it through your folds. 

“yeah.” you whine, trying to push your hips backwards, to get him inside of you.

“damn cherry, you're acting like you're the one paying me here.” rafe laughs, and you know you should be more professional, and maybe you would have if rafe would have asked you to ride him, but being bent over the couch, waiting for his big cock to enter you has you actually turned on for the first time when with a client.

“come on.” you moan, arching your back to present your cunt to rafe, which finally has him satisfying your wishes, sliding forward as his cock stretches you open.

“fuck.” rafe groans, instantly snapping his hips forward, slick sounds echoing around the empty room as he moves.

you finally remember that you’re the stripper here and begin to push your hips back onto him, meeting every one of his thrusts. as soon as you start to move, rafe grabs onto your hips to help out, slamming your bodies together.

“such a pretty pussy, cherry.” rafe says, hands squeezing your hips, just gentle enough to not leave bruises.

“such a big cock.” you compliment right back. “feels so good in me.”

“yeah, you like this big dick, huh?” rafe smirks, moaning when your cunt clenches down on him. you’re determined to make him cum quickly, despite not wanting it to be over any time soon, you also want to impress rafe and show off your skills.

you spread your legs a little more and press yourself forward so you can sink down onto your elbows, giving rafe a whole new angle, which you can tell he likes from the groan that escapes his lips.

“so good for me, gonna have to come back here and fuck you more often.” rafe says, hips grinding into your ass.

“yeah, yes, please.” you whine out, reaching between your legs with one hand to rub at your clit, knowing you shouldn’t worry about yourself and just focus on rafes pleasure, but your clit is pulsing and begging to be touched as you massage it.

“such a dirty whore.” rafe says, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

rafe continues to fuck you hard while you get yourself closer to the edge, surprised how easily your high is building as rafes cock pumps into you.

“you close cherry? can feel you clenching round me.” rafe asks, sliding his hands to your ass, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them open, using the grip on your bum to continue to pull your hips back onto his cock.

“yeah, real close.” you moan, making sure to exaggerate your noises, hoping it would spur rafe along, and it does as he starts to moan incessantly, panting out a mix of curse words and your stage name.

“gonna cum.” he manages to warn seconds before he releases inside of the condom, grinding his hips into you as it triggers your own orgasm, fingers rubbing speedily as you cum, slumping into the couch as shivers rack your body.

rafe keeps himself lodged inside of you until your highs are thoroughly rode out. he pulls out with a groan, not able to help himself as he brings a hand to smack your ass, not hard enough to leave a print despite your no hitting rule, but you let it slide, especially as your wetness drips onto the couch.

“did i wear you out cherry?” rafe smirks, taking the condom off and tossing it into the trashcan before getting his clothes back on.

“fuck yeah you did.” there’s no use denying it, rafe can tell by the way you’re still breathing heavily.

“can you hand me a towel.” you point towards a small rack by the door that rafe hadn’t noticed before, clean towels stacked neatly on it. rafe grabs one of the washcloths, stepping over to you as you manage to turn yourself to sit upright on the couch.

“let me, yeah?” he kneels down, one hand gently rubbing at your thighs while he wipes your fluids away from your cunt, cleaning you off with surprising gentleness.

“thanks.” you mumble as rafe tosses the cloth into the trash as you redress in what little clothing you were wearing.

“how much?” rafe asks, pulling out his wallet as you collect the money that fell out of your waistband when you stripped for him.

you rattle off the number as rafe opens his wallet, pulling out more than enough to give you a generous tip, but he’s clearly not hurting for cash.

“do you go on again tonight?” rafe asks as you tuck the money into the cup of your bra.

“yeah, i’ve got one more number.” you nod as you head towards the door, opening it for rafe.

“i’ll stay just for you then, cherry.” rafe says, walking out the door past you with that signature smirk.

you feel your cheeks blush slightly as you watch him saunter down the hallway and then take his same seat as you rush backstage.

“tell me everything!” sugar shouts.

“oh my god,” you flop down on one of the couched, muscles still tired. “he is BIG.”

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[sanjithesimp]

⠀⠀─ ⊹ ⊱ warmth ft. geto suguru⊰ ⊹ ─

a/n: omg i finally finished this fic...it took me literally a week. sorry for the lack of content, but anyways it's here now and i mean...i think my brain took a break for what i was about to write.

geto suguru x gn(afab)reader

w.c: 2.5k words

WARNING: nsfw (minors dni). cunt is used to describe reader’s genitals. vaginal sex. creampie. good girl is used to describe reader. creampie. fingering. choking.

T.W : angst. break up. depression. intoxication (alcohol consumption).

summary:

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“let’s go, it’ll be fun” gojo said as he was trying to convince you for the 100th time to go clubbing with him. you liked partying a lot, but this time you weren’t really feeling it, not after you and your boyfriend had broken up recently. you looked everywhere and everything reminded you of him. gojo had been trying to cheer you up, but you didn’t feel like going out or doing anything other than being in your apartment alone watching t.v shows that you really didn’t care for.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea” you said to him, you were sitting on your couch still in pj’s and eating some froot loops.

“please, please, please…” he begged you, looking at you with his puppy eyes. and after some time and being annoyed by his insistence, you gave up and accepted.

“ok, but you are staying at my apartment, cause we are getting wasted” gojo said, and then he left, not letting you reply. you gulped at the thought of being in his apartment, and the main reason was because he had a roommate, geto. a really hot one. that you have liked ever since you met him, but you stayed faithful to your boyfriend so you would always turn him down.

and after cleaning up the mess that you had been living in for a couple of months, which was like therapy to you. you started feeling a little better, not that depression would go away immediately but reorganizing and cleaning always made you feel changed.

the next step was to find something to wear for that night, so it was time to change your soft pj’s for some stylish outfit like the ones you used to wear before the break up. you looked deep in your closet, and after an hour or so, you found something that might be promising.

when you looked at yourself in the outfit you had put together, you immediately smiled. it had been a long time since you took a look at yourself in the mirror, and you remembered how beautiful you were.

this whole day really cheered you up, and even though it would be a hard process to get back to normal, these first steps have definitely helped you to feel happy again. you thanked mentally to gojo for making you go clubbing, but you would never admit it out loud that it helped you. he would be talking about it non-stop and singing “told you so” with his annoying voice.

as the night fell, you were almost ready to go. a little excitement running through your body in the anticipation of what was going to happen. maybe gojo would even invite his roomate too. thoughts started to flood your mind, and suddenly you found yourself thinking about geto taking you to his room, both of you still drunk, melted into a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.

you hear someone knocking on the door that makes you jump and go back to the present, and you shake off those lewd thoughts away. when you open its gojo, a smile drawn across his face when he sees you.

“and y/n is back!! let’s go” he says cheerfully, as he hugs you until he almost suffocates you. he was really happy to see that you were feeling a bit better, and he was finally getting to see a glimpse of how you were before.

after drinking almost half a bottle of wine, you both left your apartment. ready to have some fun and get impossibly drunk. “is anybody else coming?” you asked, not wanting to directly ask him if geto was going to be there.

“are you asking me if geto is going to be there?” for a moment you forgot gojo knew you better than anyone, you felt heat on your cheeks when he discovered what you really wanted to know.

“no, of course not, i just wanted to know if someone else was going to join us” you said, hiding your embarrassment.

“well, in case you were asking if geto is coming…no he’s not, he went out elsewhere” gojo said as he parked.

when you got to the club, you could feel the music vibrating through your body, as well as the heat that came from bodies moving all over the place. gojo took your hand so you wouldn’t get separated, until you got to a table full of people you didn’t know.

“guys, this is y/n, my best friend” everybody said hello, and told you how much they have heard of you, and how much gojo had missed you.

as the night went on, and bottle after bottle started to come to your table you felt nothing but happiness. for the first time in a while you felt completely free, like some weight had fallen off your shoulders. everybody moved to the dance floor, dancing to the music that was blasting all over the place, and could be heard from blocks away.

you moved to the rhythm of the music, swinging your hips and moving your hands as you danced with a guy you had met. you didn’t really care for his name, or who he was. you just wanted to have some fun and forget the next day.

his hands traveled through your body, and pulled you closer to him. his lips now centimeters away from yours. you could smell his cologne combined with whatever alcohol he was drinking, it was enticing. he teased, his tongue grazing your lips as his hands traveled to your ass. there was no space between you two. and you both melted into a kiss, making you close your eyes, imagining that geto was the one kissing you.

the next morning you woke up, on the floor of the guest bedroom on gojo’s apartment. your clothes scattered all over the floor, your hair a complete mess and a stinging pain on your head that reminded you had drank way too much. you hardly remembered anything that happened, but you were starting to think that you didn’t even wanted to remember.

the headache was starting to get annoying so you decided to take a shower, and wash away the hangover. you took a towel and walked to the bathroom, knocking first as it was a shared bathroom.

you started to take off what remained of your clothes, then you turned on the shower the water getting warm in less than 10 seconds, then you entered the shower feeling the warm water against your skin. you hummed in satisfaction of feeling the water running down your body, the warmth feeling like a hug, slowly making you wash off whatever you had done the previous night. the shower had two sides, one with a small rack filled with hair products and some body showers and the other one was just a soap and a 5 in 1 shampoo which you figured was gojo’s as he could wash with hand soap and still have the most beautiful skin. the other one you assumed was geto’s, and that he wouldn’t mind if you used some of his shampoo which smelled amazing.

as you started washing your hair, you gently massaged your head, feeling the pain going away. as you continued showering, you closed your eyes, thinking about geto, about that smirk he always had on his face whenever you went to visit gojo, the subtle touches under the table,  and the looks he gave you every time you walked past him. you remembered that night he kissed you, his soft lips pressed against yours as he held you tight, as you stood outside his room. it didn’t go farther as you had a boyfriend, and you wanted to stay faithful. but you imagined what could have been, his hands traveling through your body, his soft groans as he filled you with his cock. 

you started touching yourself, imagining it was geto’s hands that were making you feel good, soft moans leaving your mouth as you slipped your fingers inside your cunt. “geto, ah-” you moaned as you rubbed your clit with your thumb. you let yourself go, completely forgetting that maybe someone could hear you through the door. but you were in ecstasy, feeling the coil on your belly tighten as you pumped your fingers in and out of your cunt. 

“fuck, y/n, do you want me to do that?” suddenly a deep familiar voice, scaring you and almost making you slip. you were beyond embarrassed, you wanted to disappear, change your name and never be found. he had that smirk on his face, enjoying the scene. 

“no,i-” you had nowhere to hide, the shower walls were all glass and your towel was on the bathroom counter.

“please, allow me” he started walking towards the shower, you hadn’t noticed that he was only wearing a towel that was lazily hanging on his waist, it was about to fall. you stood there, not moving a muscle and your cheeks burning. as he was about to enter the shower he removed the towel from his waist, making you audibly gasp as he was now completely naked before your eyes. his body was godlike, you couldn’t stop looking at him. 

when he was close enough, he placed a hand on your chin and made you look at him. “so you’ve been having all this fun without me?” his lips grazing yours as he said the last words, and then he started kissing you as he slowly moved until you were pressed to the wall, his chest pressed on yours, the water running through your bodies. his hand traveled all the way to your cunt, his fingers tracing small circles around your clit. you place your hands on the back of his neck, nails clawing at his skin as he slides two fingers inside you, feeling the stretch of your velvety walls until he hits the spot that makes you buck into his hand. 

he traces your neck with his tongue until he finds the right spot to start leaving open mouth kisses, he grazes your skin with his teeth and sucks on it until it leaves a reddish mark that will probably raise so many questions from your friends on the following days. it has you moaning and whimpering like never before, his fingers getting deeper inside in a delicious rhythm along with his other hand cupping and squeezing your breast, rolling your nipple in between his pads. “you like that, baby?” he whispers in your ear, and you try to form a word but nothing comes out of your mouth other than whimpers, intelligible words but you just nodded. 

you no longer cared if gojo could hear you fucking, you were too blissed out as geto kept riding you through your orgasm, his fingers moving fast as you came hard on them, your juices smearing his fingers and your thighs. it had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. when he pulled them out, and took them to his lips. made you watch as he sucked his fingers clean, loving the taste of your sweet juices.

“so, are you gonna fuck me or not?” you said, teasing him. looking at his painfully hard cock, and then holding it, massaging the tip with your thumb looking at him. you could see his hitch breathing, as soft moans came out of his mouth.  he was so sensitive, and the precum was dripping off his tip. he then stopped you and pressed his whole body to yours, not a centimeter in between you two. he placed his hand around your neck, pressing but enough not to hurt you.

“are you going to take it all like a good girl?” geto said, his lips grazing yours, he had a stupid smirk drawn across his face. he loved having the power over you and making you squirm.

“yes” you answered and then in one move he turned you around, your chest now pressed to the wall, his cock grazing your ass. then with a tight grip he held your waist as he lined up himself with you. and for a second you really thought he wouldn’t fit, each inch less painful than the other until he bottomed out. both of you gasping, you at the feeling of being filled with his fat cock and geto at the feeling of your tight cunt around his cock. his thrusts started slow but hard, inch by inch until you were filled again, the burn of the stretch feeling good as his cock slid back inside you. 

his other hand was on your neck, pulling you closer to him, choking you lightly. as his thrusts were hard, the pace increased as you both were getting close to your climax. 

“g-geto, fuckk” you said in between breaths, feeling him hit that spot making you arch your back and feel everything and nothing at once.  you could hear him groaning as you tightened around his cock, his hot breath against your damped skin. his teeth sinking on your skin, adding another mark to the few he had left on your neck earlier. 

you felt geto was getting close to his orgasm, you could feel him twitch inside you as he thrusted. his hands now squeezing your tits and pressing you closer to him until he came inside you. he kept on fucking his cum inside you, as you clenched not letting any drop out of you, making you moan his name as the coil on your belly snapped. making you see stars and feel pure bliss as you coated his cock in your juices and his own cum. 

he peppered kisses on your shoulder as he pulled out, loving that moment after the ecstasy of what you had done. both of you recovering, as the water kept running over you. 

“you know how long i’ve been waiting to do this.” all those times you had gone to the apartment, geto always hoped one day you would come by his room and he would make you feel as good as he made you feel in that moment. or all those times he had been thinking about you, his hand around his cock, as he thought you were on top of him, fucking the frustration of not having you out of him. your name on his mouth like a prayer until ropes of cum smeared his torso. 

“you don’t know how many times i wished to go to your room…”you said as he held you close, your head rested on his chest. 

after that you both helped each other shower, he washed your hair, softly rubbing the sweet and fresh scented shampoo all over your hair. then you helped him wash his hair, loving the softness and silkiness of it. after the soothing bath you both left the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake up gojo.

“did you two had fun?” he was leaning on geto’s bedroom door frame, a smile drawn across his face. 

“idiot” you pushed him so he moved out of your way, feeling your cheeks burn.

#omg guysss thank you for pushing me to finish this #im sorry for taking this long #anyways hope you enjoy it #geto smut #the chokehold this man has on me #geto suguru #getou suguru #jujutsu geto #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut

[kiridarling]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, implied(ish) mafia!kats, choking, exhibitionism, cockwarming, riding, mild corruption themes, degradation, whore/slut!calling. minors dni!

— 2.5k words

"Listen, I don't give a fuck about your friend—I wanna get to know you better."

“Um, excuse me? Have you seen my friend?”

The ash-blond swimming in smoke stills, mid-conversation with some half-dressed woman to his right. In fact, all the half-dressed women snap their heads your way, all ten of them, sizing you up in your non-promiscuous dress and heels (not compared to theirs, at least) and obvious awkwardness and uncouthness. The ash-blond frowns.

“How’d you fuckin’ get in here?”

“Um,” you glance at the green-haired bouncer who let you through—he’s too busy guarding the entrance to notice. “I just pretended like I knew who you were and he...let me in?”

“Fuckin’ Deku,” the ash-blond groans, rubbing a hand over his face before tossing it over the back of the booth. “Whadd’ya want?”

“Um, I was wondering if you’ve seen my friend,” you repeat, hands fiddling with your bracelets as you crack under the pressure of all the eyes. “She’s um, kinda short with long brown hair. I don’t...it was hard to see the color of her dress in the dark, but I think it was purple?”

The ash-blond blinks as you fumble over your words, causing a second of silence where he does nothing but stare until he snaps, digging his cigar into the ash-tray with finality.

“All right. Shoo, ladies.”

The women surrounding the ash-blond whine and boo. He seems unfazed though, simply shrugging as he says:

“Gotta help this pretty thing find her friend.”

The women clear out quickly and quietly after that. And though you’re unsure why, many of them shoot very nasty looks your way as they pass under the neon red exit sign and into the chaotic club. They look like they want to kill you.

Anyways.

“So...does that mean you know where my friend is?”

“Nope,” the ash-blond says, popping the ‘p’ as he adjusts to the extra space in the booth. “But you get a solid fuckin’ view from up here. Sit.”

You nod and take the spot next to him, scanning the crowd below with narrowed eyes. You look for something, anything that could hint at where your friend could be, but wind up empty-handed.

"D'ya come here often?" he asks, and you shake your head.

"No. I mean, I heard the place is kind of new anyway, so," you shrug absentmindedly. You think you see your friend for a second, just catching a glimpse of brown hair, but once the girl turns, it's clear she's not who you're looking for. Dammit.

"Guess so," the man grunts. You hear him shift but you don't look. "The o—"

"Shoes, did you see her shoes?" You ask before realizing your thought process is light years ahead of his. He gives you a blank look. "I mean—sorry, they're like, really high stilettos with gold on the bottom. I think."

The stranger's angled eyebrows drop. "No."

"Dammit," you click your tongue, before turning back to the crowd. No...no...no...no...

"Listen, I'm not gonna sugar coat it—I don't give a fuck about your friend." He says with a sigh. Your head snaps to look at him because it doesn't matter if he meant it, that's rude, but your thoughts disintegrate into nothing as he grabs you by the chin and says, "I wanna get to know you better."

"Um," You swallow. He's close to the point where your eyes cross trying to put him into focus. "M-Me?"

"You," he confirms with a cocked eyebrow. "What, never been the center of attention before, Princess?"

You falter. Not like this.

"So," he continues when you don't respond. "What's your name, Princess? I'm Katsuki."

You give him yours and meet his hand halfway for a handshake, much too aware of how big it is compared to yours. Katsuki hums, both arms on either side of your being and ultimately, caging you to the booth.

"Y/N..." He repeats, experimentally, like he's trying to see how it fits in his mouth. You don't mind the way it sounds coming from him. "I like it.”

"O-Oh, um," you're unsure of what to say, so you do nothing but blush and place a hand to his chest. You try your hardest to hide your surprise upon feeling how firm it is. "Thank you."

"Don't gotta thank me for stating the obvious," Katsuki grunts, adjusting so his eyes are leveled with yours. "What do you like to do, Y/N?"

There's a hand on your thigh.

It sits right where your dress stops, and it burns—but you find yourself unsure of what you want it to do, whether you want it to go away or continue its journey up. And that's exactly what it does, as Katsuki thumbs the hem to your skirt and you try your hardest to focus on your reply.

"U-Um..." you panic, too much heat in his eyes for comfort. "I don't know."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow in faint amusement, "You don't know?"

"W-Well, I mean—!" You try after realizing how utterly empty-headed you must sound. Katsuki's chuckle diffuses your efforts fairly quickly.

"You're cute, you know that?" He says gruffly, carmine red eyes burning through the dark of the club. You suppress the urge to shrink.

"I—um, thank you," you flush embarrassingly red. Katsuki's eyes study your being for a moment, flickering up and down, and up again until he's tapping the side of your thigh twice.

"Sit in my lap, Princess."

He guides you using your wrist and for some reason you allow him to guide you into his lap, grunting as he nestles you on him comfortably as he overlooks the club. You falter upon feeling something...strangely hard. “What’s that?”

“My dick,” Katsuki grunts, almost absentmindedly, and yet the vulgar comment takes you so off guard that it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh.”

“‘S your fault for gettin’ me all worked up, Princess,” Katsuki’s hands find their way around your waist before they’re guiding your hips into rolling small, smooth circles against him. Katsuki’s back thumps against the back of the booth as he admires the view, groaning behind a bitten lip. “Told ya to sit still and you didn’t listen.”

You suppose that’s valid.

Plus, you’re enjoying the little groans he’s letting out—along with the sharp inhales when your hips dig harder into his.

“How um—how do I help?”

“Just keep sittin’ pretty, Princess,” Katsuki growls, and you nod, allowing him to guide your hips to his will. It’s a lot of movement, and you find yourself shying away from the balcony as he hikes your dress up to your waist—ultimately exposing the entirety of your lower half. Your goosebumps rise.

“What if people see?”

”They won’t. We’re too high up,” Katsuki soothes, rubbing a thumb over your ribcage as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “And if they’re fuckin’ nosy? Let ‘em see. The sick fuckers will appreciate the show.”

Let them see. You shiver at that.

Katsuki’s running his hot hands all over your body and they make you feel nothing short of sexy, sliding them up the sides of your body until they curve over your breasts, and drop back down to your hips. They move as if they’re mapping out your body, trying to figure out what makes you tick and what makes you crumble, and you sigh along with the satisfying glide.

“Fuck...you have a better body than those girls ever will,” he groans, but you flush at the way he seems to say it more to himself than to you. “Fuckin’ perfect, fuck.”

“T-Thank you,” you flush, unsure if you were supposed to take the praise or not. Katsuki chuckles.

“So fuckin’ cute, too. You’re welcome, Princess.” His hands move from your waist to the sides of your thighs, tapping twice with open palms. “Squat.”

“Squat?” You confirm with furrowed eyebrows. Katsuki grunts and manhandles you to your feet with a sigh. There isn’t a whole lot of space between the booth and the railing, forcing you to fold over the banister with the cool thing pressing into your gut and your arms keep you from falling completely. You shiver from the cool air as his fingers hook around the fabric of your panties, and then you feel something hot kiss your entrance before Katsuki’s guiding you back down using your hips.

You’re full of him, immediately, and you struggle to hide a whimper as he wastes no time in bottoming out.

“O-Oh—“

“Never had somethin’ this big before, huh Princess?” Katsuki’s strained voice is the only evidence that lets you know he’s feeling good, and you’re tightening around him with a nod.

“N-No, definitely not.”

You have to rest your head against the buzzing railing to just breathe through it, to adjust, and Katsuki chuckles at your shuddering chest. He taps a steady rhythm that matches the beat of the music into your side but doesn’t move, and you find a strange comfort in the vibrating club, with the addition of something inside you providing a uniquely comfortable warmth.

"C-Can I—"

"No," Katsuki grunts, placing heavy hands on your hips to ensure you'll stay in place. "Find your fuckin' friend, first. Y'got a good view."

You whimper and nod, resting your forehead against the cool railing. Fuck—he fills you up too well. As you watch people live their lives down below, you rake your eyes through the crowd in search of a purple dress—and you come up empty.

"I-I don't even know if she's here," you defend, chest shuddering. Katsuki chuckles, though it's laced with something heavier.

"Really? 'Cause you were so fuckin’ sure about twenty minutes ago."

Katsuki's hand cracks against your ass—with a sound you're surprised no one heard over the music—and you yelp. "Dirty fuckin' girl, grinding back on my cock. Impatient girls get punished, you know."

You nearly moan behind a bitten lip. You weren't even aware you were moving.

“F-Found her,” you barely croak out, so relaxed your upper body practically drapes off the balcony. Katsuki snorts, leaning forwards so his mouth is flush against the back of your neck—you gasp from the adjustment.

“Prove it.” He grunts breathily, clearly in a similar condition.

“U-Um, the gold stilettos," you barely manage, and Katsuki hisses as you tighten around him to point down into the fray—lo and behold, there she is, in the middle of the goddamn dance floor with some guy you've never seen before. You...suppose you're in a similar situation. A better one.

"Good girl," the ash-blond coos. Shivering, your hips rolling on their own, but this time Katsuki lets them. You don't stop. “Fuckin’ choking my cock, shit.”

His hands get a little shaky and though it’s hard to discern through your own arousal, you take note of how thin his voice sounds, and continue to roll your hips in the way that makes him shiver. Katsuki starts to trail kisses up your neck which turns into a bite of your earlobe, causing you to hiss from the feeling.

“‘S good?” You ask—Katsuki’s chest vibrates against your back.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he huffs, guiding hands sliding down your waist. “Keep goin’.”

Not that you were planning on stopping.

Katsuki’s hands slide between your thighs to rub at your clit. You nearly shout, thighs seizing, and the ash-blond chuckles at your inability to stay quiet as if he wasn’t sliding a free hand up your dress to play with your chest.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl—you aren’t even trying to hide it now, are ya? Moanin’ in the club like a goddamn whore.”

You nearly choke at that, slamming a hand over your lips to muffle the sound. Not that anyone would be able to hear you over the club music, but still. Public decency.

Either way, your reaction has Katsuki chuckling, and he hooks his chin over your shoulder as he says, “You like it when I call you dirty, Princess? You like when I point out how fuckin’ filthy you are for me?”

You nod your head vehemently, now bouncing on Katsuki’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm—and you figure the slap on your ass is a signal to respond.

“Answer me, slut.”

“Y-Yeah, I do,” you whimper, and Katsuki’s hand crawls from your breasts to your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply in the best way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nearly gasping as you slur:

“Gonna—gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock in the middle of a club, huh?” Katsuki’s chuckle strains from arousal and you’re positive he’s not that far behind. The hand on your clit speeds up and Katsuki curses as you tighten around him, teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder.

“Cum for me, Princess, fuckin’ do it—“

You squeeze around him with a shout before your orgasm comes over you, shoulders shuddering. Katsuki groans out a broken good girl before his hips buck and grip tightens around your waist as he cums, hands guiding your hips to ride both of your orgasms out until they finally come to a still.

You shiver as Katsuki catches his breath in your neck. Eventually, your racing hearts beat in time with the music and bodies cool enough to not feel so slick with sweat, and finally, Katsuki pulls out with a groan. He doesn't remove you from his lap, though.

"You good?"

You nod, fixing your hair in hopes that you'll look more put together than you feel. "Yeah—yeah I'm fine. You?"

Katsuki turns you in his lap to face him (though it does take some awkward clambering due to the limited space). He zips up his fly and you pull down your dress, the next steps about as uncertain as walking in the dark.

"Why're you asking me?"

"I dunno," you shrug, bottom lip poking out in indifference, "Pussy can take a lot out of a guy, I guess."

Katsuki's pale pink lips slide into a lazy smile, and he drops his head with a snort. "I—yeah okay. Sure."

"What?" You giggle, gesturing at his heaving chest before crossing your hands over yours with a huff. "You're out of breath, aren't you? I did all the work."

Katsuki chuckles at your petulance, shaking his head in defeat, "Y'got me there."

He rests his head against the backboard of the booth to give you a look. You can't put your finger on it, but you feel exposed nonetheless, and you struggle not shrink from it. He licks his lips, "You drink, Princess?"

"Depends," you shrug. The ash-blond grins.

"What do you like?"

"Shirley Temples," you giggle, coiling your arms around his neck. Katsuki's hands return to your waist and it's...comfortable. "Why, you wanna buy me one?"

Katsuki makes a face that signifies yes, he does, and you follow his eyes in peering towards the dance floor again. You see your friend exactly where you saw her last, and upon feeling eyes on her, she looks around to find yours. She shoots you a wink—you roll your eyes.

"What about your friend?" Katsuki snorts, lifting an eyebrow. You snort.

"I found her, didn't I?" You wink, standing to your feet to pull him towards the bar. "Now c'mon! Doing all that work made me thirsty."

click to return to CLUB 777.

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #CLUB 777 #The VIP Booths #Bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha smut

[hepalien]

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'It’s called annoyance' Steve wants to yell in each of their faces, loud and one by one. It’s the pain of having to exist every day in close proximity with someone who drives you out of your fucking mind.

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at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by @spacebuck - Explicit, 8.2k

YouTuber Bucky

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

Came with my cool (I dropped it) by @liionne - Teen, 9.2k

Yoga Instructor Bucky

"When you said I need to loosen up, I didn't think you meant literally."

"I meant it every way. Mentally, emotionally, and physically." Natasha says, and thrusts a yoga mat at him.

there once was a diamond by bloobeary - Teen, 11.3k

Fluff, Thanksgiving

"You," Becca seethes, and hits him with a wooden spoon. "Could have told me," Hits him again. "You were dating Captain America." Final hit, Bucky laughs. He supposes he deserves it, giving her no more information than the fact he was bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner at her house and then showing up with Steve.

Salt by littleblackfox @thelittleblackfox - Mature, 12k

Bakery AU

The cinnamon roll is gone in four bites. Four indecent, jaw-unhinging bites, and Steve sucks the last traces of lemon and icing from his fingers with a low, throaty sound of satisfaction. He glances up at Bucky, who is leaning against the counter and watching him with avid fascination.

“Um…” Steve says around his index finger. There’s still a little icing on the bed of his fingernail, and he stops trying to work it off with his tongue.

“You know those movies where the girl eats an eclair or something, and it’s really, like, sexually charged?” Bucky asks.

Steve pulls his finger out of his mouth. He’s never seen that kind of movie, but the thought of Bucky eating an eclair is certainly… well, it lingers. “Uh?”

“Yeah, well that was the exact opposite.” Steve scowls, and Bucky cackles gleefully. “You are something else, Steve.”

Leg Day by Brokenpitchpipe - Explicit, 12.1k

Gym Thot Bucky

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Art Nouveau by voluptuous_panic - Explicit, 12.2k

Bartender Bucky, Tattooed & Pierced Bucky

Steve's on the worst date of his life. At least the bartender's cute.

much tattoo about nothing by @deisderium - Explicit, 14.5k

Tattoo Artist Bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

No Wonder There's Panic in the Industry by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Not Rated (I’d say Mature?), 20.5k

Stark Industries Intern Bucky, Team fic, Humor

In which Bucky Barnes and his BFF, Clint Barton, are NYU interns for Stark Media Group competing to be Pepper's favorite.

Or alternatively, the time Bucky assisted the P.A. team on the Steve Rogers piece and ended up (adopted) with a contact list full of Avengers.

Life of the Party by @aggressivewhenstartled - Explicit, 21.6k

Superhero Impersonator Bucky, Mistaken Identity

“You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.

“I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.

“You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”

Trust Enough by @geneticallydead - Explicit, 23.3k

Misunderstandings

“Saturday. Yeah, that’s good,” Steve says, and actually scuffs his shoe at the ground. Like a ridiculous shy superhero damsel. “Say eight? I live-“

“Yeah, big building with the A on it,” Bucky says, and can’t help a big stupid grin. Steve stares at him, looking a little dazed, and after their whole conversation it’s only now that Bucky’s brain catches up and realises Steve finds him quite attractive. So. Win for Bucky.

“Let me get your number,” Steve says finally, after they’ve stared stupidly at each other for about three hours, taking out his phone.

So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself.

Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired.

Well fuck.

The Roommate by layersofart, Niitza - Teen, 28.6k

War Vet Bucky, Roommates AU, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Team fic

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

Brooklyn Baby by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Mature, 33.7k

Coffee Shop AU, Modern Howlies, Mistaken Identity, Team Fic

In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop but some guy named Steve stole his spot.

Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

Never Talk to Strangers by mambo @whtaft - Teen, 40.4k

Grad Student Bucky, Slow Burn

Never Talk to Strangers: or; How a Forgotten Childhood Lesson Led Bucky Barnes to Appreciate Charlie Chaplin, Befriend an A.I., Slip on Soap Bubbles, Be Mistaken for a Succubus, and Try to Woo a Superhero.

Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by fallendarlings @pressrestartwrites - Explicit, 102.8k

Single Dad Bucky, Kid Fic, Slow Burn, Domestic, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Steve has Autism

Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

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[taetaespeaches]

“Do you think they noticed I’m not wearing a bra?”

namjoon x reader (or oc) genre: fluff; suggestive word count: 2.5K

a/n: Hi lovelies!! Yay, we’re finally visiting Joon and Daisy (reader) again! This is what Joon and Daisy (reader) were up to in the studio when Jimin and his girlfriend walked in on them in “Please forgive me if I end up breaking your heart.” This takes place a few weeks after Namjoon takes Daisy (reader) out on a date to the museum in “We’re becoming more of a spectacle than the art.” Despite liking each other, they can’t seem to figure out how to make that next step to becoming an established couple. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

SLOWLY, he turned his head to glance at you over his shoulder at the sound of your giggle. “What?” He asked shyly, the man looking beyond adorable with a bashful expression.

“No nothing, I’m just wondering if the hip-hop grind ever stops,” you teased, Namjoon’s eyes widening in an innocence you were still getting used to from him. It could be a bit challenging separating the Namjoon who commanded you in bed to the Namjoon who got shy under your glance in a conversation. “No wonder you’re so good at rapping, you can speak at the speed of light when you’re excited,” you clarified, the man squeezing his eyes shut as he let out a breathy laugh.

“Sorry, was I talking too fast?” He asked through his embarrassed grin.

“No, not too fast,” you giggled, “Just fast.” Namjoon watched you for a moment, your eyes scanning over his handsome features. “It was cute, don’t worry,” you added, watching as Namjoon scoffed, casting his gaze to his lap. “You’re cute,” you continued, enjoying your effect on the man. His dimples were sitting stunningly on his cheeks as you bit your lip. “And you’re hot when you talk about your music,” you told him, purposefully lowering your tone.

Namjoon’s eyes dragged up from his lap to look at you once more, finding you smirking at him from your spot on his sofa. Giving you a questioning look, he shook his head at you.

“I didn’t invite you here for that,” he told you, your smile widening as you cocked your head at him. The man could read you well enough to know your intentions of your compliments.

“But, I mean, I’m here,” you shrugged, Namjoon letting out a light laugh before giving you a single nod and a tight smile. Swiveling back around in his chair, he faced his computer screen, you tsking at him as you watched him ignore you.

Standing, you slowly approached him, first placing your hands on his shoulders before pushing them down his chest teasingly until your chest was pressed against his shoulder blades, your lips near his ear as you folded your arms over his chest in a sort of back hug.

“You’re supposed to be learning about my work, babe,” he reminded you. “You were the one who said you were curious.”

Leaving a light kiss to the spot behind his ear, you smiled at the goosebumps that appeared on his neck. “But you’re so passionate,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, Namjoon instinctively shifting his head closer to your lips. “I can’t help it if you turn me on.”

“Oh, is that so?” Namjoon asked, falling into your little seductress trap a little too easily for his liking as his hand reached for yours.

“You work so hard,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his earlobe before moving to his cheek, leaving another one. “You deserve a break.”

Turning his face toward yours, he wasted no time in catching your lips with his, kissing you sweetly for a moment until your teeth gently clamped over his bottom lip, tugging teasingly. He let out a light breath of air at the action as he placed a hand to your hip.

Pulling away from you, he smirked. “Come here,” he told you, guiding you to stand in front of him by placing a hand to your hip and gently directing you to walk around his chair.  You looked down at him as he shifted his eyes from yours to your shirt-covered stomach. Slowly, he bunched the hem of the material in his hand, inching it upward.

Leaning back against his studio desk, your hand was laced into Namjoon’s hair as he sat in the chair in front of you, his mouth working across your abdomen. One of his hands was grasping your hip as the other pushed your shirt further up your chest.

“Your hair is so soft,” you complimented, feeling the silky dark strands between your fingertips, Namjoon looking up with humorous eyes. He had just recently dyed it and you were quite fond of the color.

Pulling away from your body, Namjoon flashed you a dimply smile. “That’s what you’re focused on right now?” He asked, you smirking down at him.

Shrugging, your smirk widened into a cheeky smile. Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut as a breathy laugh left his lips, dropping his forehead to stomach. “It’s smooth,” you defended, intentionally feeling at his hair even more to accentuate your point. “What kind of conditioner do you use?”  

“It’s the same stuff you use when you stay over,” he told you as he glanced up at you, you gasping. An adorable laugh left the man as he watched you go through at least three stages of offense.

“Why the hell doesn’t my hair feel like this,” you complained, Namjoon standing up and moving his hand from your tip to feel the ends of your hair.

“I like your hair,” he complimented, leaning in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I like yours,” you told him before angling your face so his lips were hovering just above yours. “The darker color suits you,” you smiled, Namjoon placing the faintest of kisses to your lips.

“Yeah?” He asked, you humming just as he pressed his mouth to yours a bit harder, the both of you falling into a passionate kiss. As your hand slid to the back of his neck, Namjoon’s hands worked on pulling your shirt overtop your head.

Dropping the clothing carelessly atop his keyboard, his hands gently dragged down the sides of your body as you reached behind you, unhooking the bra. As the straps slid down your arms, you held the cups to your chest, flashing Namjoon a flirty smile as his eyes slowly glanced up from your chest to meet your eyes.

His hands held your hips as he brought his forehead to rest against your own. “You’re so beautiful,” he told you gently, your breath hitching slightly at the sudden compliment. Namjoon then pressed a kiss to your forehead, the gesture incredibly intimate in its tender simplicity.

“Thank you,” you whispered just before Namjoon moved his lips to yours again, swallowing the moan you let out when he pressed his hips to yours. Moving your arms from your chest to wrap around the back of the man’s neck, the bra slipped between your bodies. Namjoon quickly grabbed the bra from where it stuck between your abdomens, throwing it somewhere across the room as he began trailing his lips down your neck and sternum.

When his wet mouth met the flesh of your chest, he eagerly sucked and nibbled, you letting out a mixture of a giggle and a moan, your eyes watching the man work.

Looking up at you, he smiled, pulling away from you just slightly as you snuck a hand into the strands at the back of his head. “These,” he glanced down at your boobs, “are amazing.”

Tossing your head back in laughter, you thanked him through your breathy giggles. “I thought about getting my nipples pierced once,” you informed him, observing how Namjoon jutted his jaw out at the comment, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You can’t just say shit like that,” he suddenly complained you giggling as he squeezed one of your breasts in his large hand. “What are you trying to do, babe?” He continued his playful scolding, you biting your lip at him.

“I’m trying to get you to fuck me on your work desk, Joon, what do you think?”

The words triggered him instantly, the man quickly lifting you onto his desk as he kissed you hard. Just as he began rolling his clothed hips against your own, a knock sounded on the door. It took a moment for either of you to fully register the sound, your kissing simply slowing but not stopping altogether.

However, on the second knock, you both looked at each other with wide eyes you both you shoved against Namjoon as he began scrambling to find your clothing. Handing you your shirt, you slipped it over your head quickly, just as a third knock sounded. Namjoon watched as you pulled the shirt on before plopping into his chair as you stood from the desk. Looking from side to side to try to figure out what would look the most natural, a man hugging a girl to his body suddenly entered the room, you resorting to simply standing there awkwardly next to Namjoon.

The girl let out a surprised “oh?” causing the man to let go of her to look at you and Namjoon. Placing your hand on your hip, you tried to look nonchalant as you mentally kicked yourself for not just bolting to the couch a few seconds earlier.

“Oh sorry,” the man said, your eyes widening as you tried to appear unsuspicious. “I didn’t know you were in here, my bad,” Jimin directed to you, you quickly shaking your head at him.

When Namjoon didn’t speak up, you straightened you form a bit. “What are you two up to?” You asked, Namjoon still sitting there in his chair trying to figure out what to do.

“Ah, not much, I just finished recording for a bit,” he told you, you nodding at him. You believed it was Jimin; about 99 percent sure. “We’re actually just heading to do the thing I told you about,” the man directed toward Namjoon. “So I thought I’d let someone know in case they need me sooner than they expected,” he explained, Namjoon clearing his throat as he prepared to finally speak.

Taking a proper look at him since the two guests entered, you nearly busted out in cackles at his disarrayed hair that made it quite obvious he was not simply showing you his work. “Oh, yeah, cool,” Namjoon replied, nodding his head as you held back a laugh. “Have fun,” Joon added, taking a quick glance to you and smirking in amusement.

“Yeah,” the man replied, grabbing the girl’s hand. “You too,” he added in a knowing tone, Namjoon immediately snorting as you slapped his arm lightly, struggling to hold back your own laughter. You and Namjoon watched the two exit, the door shutting, before looking to each other and laughing, Namjoon squeezing his eyes shut as you covered your face with your hands.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, Namjoon groaning in embarrassment.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a chuckle, “Fuck.”

“That was Jimin right?” You asked once your laughter died down, Namjoon nodding in response. “Is he good at keeping secrets?” You asked, Namjoon looking up at you with big eyes. “Because he definitely knows something is happening now,” you added, Namjoon smiling as he nodded slowly.

You watched as Namjoon looked to his lap, his mood seemingly having changed in the matter of seconds as he avoided meeting your eyes. Stepping toward him so you were standing directly in front of him, you placed a hand at the back of his head, Namjoon reaching out to hold your legs on the outsides of your thighs.

“What is happening?” He asked you, looking up at you after the words left his mouth. Cocking your head at him, you observed the way his eyes held an array of emotions, appearing intense.

Shrugging at him, you gave him a weak smile. “We’re having fun,” you told him. Namjoon nodded, seemingly understandingly, but you observed the way his gaze lost its intensity, instead being replaced with a melancholy that stabbed your heart.

You wanted to give him more, but when did matters in love ever work out anyway? Knowing yourself, you’d fall too deep and the eventual ending would shatter you. So why ruin a good thing?

“Are those two together now?” You asked, nodding at the door, Namjoon nodding.

“Yeah, for about a week now,” he told you, you humming in thought.

A tense silence overtook the studio but the way Joon ran his thumbs soothingly along your thighs, you felt a sense of comfort in the heavy air that was otherwise putting you on edge.

“Do you think they’ll make it?” You asked, Namjoon meeting your eyes, his orbs appearing thoughtful, the expression calming your nerves just slightly.

“I do,” he said simply but with surety, your heart pounding at the answer. How could he be so certain?

“You have a lot of faith in love, don’t you?” You asked him, Namjoon giving you a small forced smile.

“What’s life without it?” He questioned, you nodding in understanding but not necessarily agreement.

Gently dragging your fingers through his hair, you sighed. “You don’t think opening yourself up to love sets you up for heartbreak?”

Squeezing the flesh of your leg in his palm, he stared at his hands. “I think it’s a risk worth taking,” he told you, you holding your breath for a moment at the words. Vulnerability wasn’t your strongest quality, but it was times like these where you wished you could open your heart to Namjoon. “And I think some people should just be together,” he added.

Pulling your eyebrows together in thought, you asked, “As in people are meant to be?”

“Not exactly,” he shook his head. “But maybe. What I mean is if people will be happy together, then why not?” Looking up to you, he stared at your face, his orbs taking in your features carefully. That intensity was back in his expression and it put you on edge once more. “Like those two,” he added, nodding toward the door. “They should be together.”

Watching him attentively, you knew there were not-so-hidden meanings in the words, and it made you feel guilty.

“I hope they make it,” you said in a more cheerful tone, concealing your own hidden words that you weren’t ready to admit to yourself much less Namjoon quite yet. We’re having fun, you thought to yourself in reminder.

“Me too,” Namjoon agreed as he wrapped his arms around your legs, hugging them to him, you giggling down at him as you ran your hands through his silky hair.

“Seriously,” you said in exasperation, “so soft.” The rumble of Namjoon’s laughter reverberated against your legs, making you smile at the lighthearted sound and feeling. “Hey, do you think they noticed I’m not wearing a bra?” You asked, in hopes of lightening the mood even more.

Namjoon looked up at you with a dimply smile and a breathy laugh, and you couldn’t help but feel very fond of the man. “I did,” he said suggestively, you raising your eyebrows as he stood up.

“Where did you even throw it?” You asked, looking around the room as he grabbed your hips and began guiding you toward his couch.

“Who gives a fuck,” he said just before throwing you onto the sofa, you screaming and laughing as you met the plush material, Namjoon eagerly crawling on top of you and peppering kisses across your face. With his body pressed against yours, his dimples appearing on his cheeks as he smiled at your giggly appearance, you couldn’t even imagine desiring anyone else. He was stunning and sweet and perfect, and you were terrified.

Fun. We’re just having fun.

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 02 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Car Trouble

“Are you having car trouble?” Billy asks, his eyes locked on yours.

“Judging by the smoke, yeah.” You sigh, opening the door and stepping out of the car. You avoid eye contact, looking at the light gray smoke instead.

“Pop the hood, let me check.” Doing as he says, you press the button as you sit back on the driver's seat, hoping he can actually fix whatever is wrong just so you can make it home. “Bad news.” He says after a couple of minutes.” There's nothing I can do. Not here, at least.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.” He lets the hood fall before coming to stand by the door. “Didn't it give any signs something was wrong?”

“It has been making this funny noise since I bought it. But that was a month ago, I didn't think it would actually stop working.” Taking a deep breath, you take your bag and get out, closing the door. “I'll call the mechanics when I get home. Thanks for checking it out.” You wave at him, walking away.

“I could give you a ride home if you want.”

“I'm alright. Don't want to be a bother.”

“I wouldn't offer you a ride if you were a bother. C'mon, I'm just trying to help a co-worker.”

You stop, turning to face Billy. He doesn't have to usual cocky expression he always has. And he's right. He's just offering a ride home because your car is broken, there's nothing more. Monica and those girls are just getting under your skin, making you think too much about something that doesn't deserve much thought. “Ok then.”

“Let's go.” Billy guides you to his Camaro and you get into the passenger seat. Seconds later you're spending up through the streets, and you buckle up because he's going a little too fast for your taste. You give him your address, not really paying attention to the route he's taking. Your eyes are on the landscape outside the window, passing by in a blur.

“Do you mind if I stop to get some tacos before dropping you off?”

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders, you run a hand through your hair as he parks in a small restaurant and gets out to buy his food. As you wait, you wonder if you should tell Monica about this. If you do, you probably won't hear the end of it. But it could also snap her out of this whole mission thing. Today she was silent again, overanalyzing Billy instead of watching the pools. At least she seems to be excited about something.

A whistle gets your attention, dragging you out of your thoughts. It's Billy at the restaurant's door, gesturing for you to go there. You're a little confused when you leave the car. Did he make the order and then realized he forgot his wallet or something?

“What's up?” You ask him, crossing your arms.

“Nothing. C'mon.” Billy guides you to a table on the back, where he sits. “I ordered you some tacos too.”

What the hell. “Do you even know if I have money with me? You should've asked.”

“But I didn't, did I?” He raises an eyebrow.

Taking a deep breath, you decide not to make a big deal out of it. “Whatever,” you mumble, sitting down across from him. It's so damn obvious he's staring now. He doesn't even try to hide it. Since you're here, you could try to put a stop to this nonsense. Sorry, Mon. Your mission will be over soon. “What are you looking at?” You ask, elbows on the table, finally meeting his gaze.

“You.” He simply says, and there's no hint he'll give further explanation.

You were just about to say something when the waitress comes with your tacos. They do look good, and you're a little hungry.

“I'll get something to drink. What do you want?”

“Ice cold Coca-Cola,” you answer, watching as he gets up. You don't wait for him to come back, you just start eating. The last time you ate tacos you were in elementary school.

“Here's your drink.” He places the can down and you open it, taking a sip. “So, new girl... How do you like this dipshit place?”

“I really like it. Hawkins is exactly what I was looking for.” Billy seems a little surprised, raising his eyebrows. “What? Did you think I was dragged here? I wanted to come.”

“Can't understand why anyone would want to live here.”

“I had my reasons.” Shrugging your shoulders, a loud laugh gets your attention. It's a girl you see often in the pool. She's friends with one of those girls from the locker... The girls who were talking about Billy. “Hey. Don't you have a date today? With that Jennifer girl?” It comes back to your mind, and you burst it out. “Let's go, I can take these and eat at home.” The last thing you want is Billy being mad because giving you a ride kept him from meeting some girl. So you get up, taking the plate and the can.

“Where are you going?”

“...Home? You're taking me home now so you won't be late to be with the girl.” Why do you have to state the obvious? You doubt he'd forget about a date.

“I am with a girl. Now sit down and relax.”

If this day gets any weirder, you're calling it a night and going back home immediately. “Fine. It's your night you're ruining.” You sit back down, defeated.

“Who said my night is ruined?”

“Billy...” Leaning forward, you look into his eyes. “Whatever you're trying here, it won't work.”

“I'm not trying anything.”

Alright. Time to end this game. “I'm not the kind of girl you hang out with, ok? Put your efforts on someone hot and beautiful, don't waste your time with me.” You take another bite of the taco on your plate.

“Wait. You don't think you're hot and beautiful?” He leans forward too, pushing his empty plate away, eyes on you.

He totally got the wrong part of what you said. “I'm... Ok. I'm cute but you can aim so much higher than me.” You're not blind, so you're not immune to Billy's effect. You have to admit you stole a few glances on your first days working on the pool, but knowing his reputation, you'd never let it go further than finding him handsome. “But they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so...” You're done with the tacos, and you drink what's left of your Coca-Cola.

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes then.” Billy lowers his voice, the smirk leaving his lips as if this statement is the most important thing in the world, a fact on which the whole Earth stands.

You gasp, giggling a little. “So that's how you do it. That's what you say to get your girls.”

“No. I say very different things.” The smirk is back, and you look away for a moment. You really hope you're not blushing.

“We're both done eating. Can we go now?”

“I haven't finished my drink yet.” He gestures at is can. “You don't need to leave your guard up all the time. We're just... Two friends hanging out. No big deal.”

“So we're friends now?” He simply nods. “You don't even speak to me at work, how can we be friends?”

“I'll change that, don't worry. You don't seem to have many friends, anyway.”

“I do. Monica and her little crew.” It's actually mostly just Monica, but he doesn't have to know that. “They're nice.”

“Well, you can just add me to your list of new friends then.” Billy smiles at you, and now that you get to see it, from up close, it's so damn beautiful. There's a secret behind it, something he's hiding, and it looks like he knows you're aware of that. “What do you say?” He reaches out his hand over the table. “Try to get to know me instead of judging by what you heard.”

You hesitate for a while before shaking his hand. You won't fall for his game, so there's no problem befriending the guy. And you must admit it's a little mean to judge someone by what people say. You rather judge him by his actions. “Fine, Billy Hargrove. We can try to be friends. But that's it. Nothing else.”

“Good.”

You stay at the restaurant for another hour before he finally takes you home. Your aunt is organizing some papers, so she doesn't make many questions. She's just happy you were out with someone. And you don't really give much thought to what happened. You actually had some fun today, and since you're still struggling to fit in, you're in no position to refuse any friendship you can get.

And it was kind of Billy to offer you a ride home. You're so attached to everything you heard of him that you didn't even felt thankful for his help. If he was the asshole people say he is, he'd just leave you in the parking lot, or take you straight home. But he didn't. Billy even paid for the tacos. It's mean of you to judge the guy so harshly, before exchanging any words with him. He does sleep with a different girl every night, but they go out with him because they want to. They know he won't stick to them. But this is just something he enjoys, it doesn't mean he's a total jerk. Right? Jennifer and her friend seemed okay with a one night stand, so it's obvious he's not forcing them into it. They know it's a one-time thing.

So if you take this part away, you're left with a normal guy. So, if he's not trying to make you fall on his game, maybe his intentions aren't what you think they are. It's harmless to try and get to know him. Maybe he can become a good friend, who knows?

During the next day in the pool, you're still thinking about it. You don't really understand why you're feeling a little guilty for thinking so low of Billy. So, as you're walking back to your post and Billy is coming from his chair, to take his lunch break, you decided to talk to him.

“Billy, can I talk to you for a sec?” You say when you're close enough.

“Of course. C'mon.” He tilts his head, gesturing for you to with him back into the cafeteria. You were just going to say it right here, but since he's already walking, you just follow him. Monica gives you a meaningful stare once she notices you're following Billy. But you shake your head no, trying to tell her this is nothing.

“I'll be quick. I have to get back to my chair.” You say as he sits down on the table. “I just wanted to say thank you for yesterday. For the ride home and for the snack you bought me.”

“That's it?” He seems genuinely confused.

“Yeah...” You stand there awkwardly, watching as his lips break into a smile.

“What happened to your car?”

“It'll be ready in two days. Mon is giving me a ride until then.” Shrugging your shoulders, you start making your way out. “Well, that's it. I gotta go.”

“Keep doing the good job.” He winks at you, and you can't hold back the smile that comes to your lips.

“I will.” Turning your back at him, you go back to your chair.

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By the end of the day, you're sitting shotgun in Monica's car, the windows opens to let the fresh wind come in.

“I have great news.” She says, smiling.

“Let's hear it.”

“Jennifer was super mad today. Now guess why.” You exchange a glance as you think if you should tell her or not. But she's so excited about it, and Jennifer has always been mean to her... So you decide to just say it.

“Because my car wouldn't start, so Billy offered a ride home. And in the process, he stopped by this restaurant and bought me tacos.” She hits the breaks so suddenly that your heart skips a beat. “Holy shit, Monica! Are you trying to get us killed?”

“What did you just say, (Y/N)?” She's dead serious, looking at you. “Explain it. And don't hold back the details.”

She drives slower, just to give you more time. She forces you to remember everything he said, and everything you said, overanalyzing every single word. She doesn't seem too convinced that Billy just wants to be friends, going on about how he looks at you. With affection, admiration. But you don't really believe that.

“Just the fact that he was straight forward with wanting to be your friends is impressive. You gotta understand this is not usual of Billy.” She says as you walk into your house since you invited her to stay for dinner. “Believe me, I know. I wouldn't be talking about Billy with you if I wasn't utterly perplexed.”

“Who's Billy?" Your aunt asks, coming from the kitchen, an amused smile on her face.

“Good evening, Mrs. Florence," Monica says, matching your aunt's tone.

“Call me Diane, dear. And tell me about this Billy.”

“He's just a friend, aunt. He gave me a ride home yesterday.” You and Monica follow her into the kitchen, sitting on the table.

“Yesterday? You came home late yesterday.” She rests her back on the counter, looking at you. You feel like you were busted doing something wrong.

“He wanted to eat tacos so since I was with him, we just stopped by a small restaurant at the side of the road.” Shrugging your shoulders, you try to act casual. But why are you trying to act casual? It was a casual meeting.

“Did he pay?”

“Yes, but–”

“Then it was a date,” Diane states before turning around, her attention back to her current task.

You feel your cheeks burning as you exchange a glance with a smirking Monica. “It wasn't a date.” You have no idea how you could make this more clear than that. “If it was a date he would have kissed me goodnight.” You use the cliche every romance movie implements, trying to change their minds. “If that doesn't happen, it's not a date.”

“Well, say whatever you want. But tomorrow you'll be going out with me and the guys. No Billy.” Monica says, gesturing at you.

Whatever. You don't have to explain anything, and time will show them there's nothing between you and Billy. “Count me in,” you tell her, looking down at your hands for a moment. It will be good. No Billy, nobody talking about Billy for a change. It's your second week here, and it feels like it's all been about him from the start. You can't wait until people realize that everything that's ever gonna happens, if it happens, is just a friendship. Nothing more.

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[leftonraed]

The Night We Met - Episode 2

pairing : Taehyung x OC genre : bodyguard!au, singleparent!au, idol!au word count :  2.5k summary — You witness Taehyung and his niece’s relationship evolve and meet Hwiin.

Prologue | ep.1 | ep.2 | ep.3 | ep.4 | ep.5 | ep.6 | ep.7 

The sun shines brightly this morning, even birds can be heard in the quiet apartment. Taehyung rolls over in his sleep and suddenly crashes on the floor in a heavy thud.

“Ow… What the-” He grumbles loudly, squinting an eye open to make sense of his surroundings right after the brutal awakening.

He slowly lifts himself on his hands and knees to look at the bed and notices Hina had invaded his already quite small part, they had agreed on, in her sleep.

“What even is that position?” He mumbles, now able to make her out in the dark room. Her tiny feet facing him as they twitch a little. Surely the way used to get rid of me, he thinks.

Taehyung stands up cautiously like an old person, massaging his hurting shoulder. His limbs are stiff and heavy with slumber but he resists the temptation of the warm sheets to get breakfast ready.

After a quick passage in the bathroom to freshen up, he walks in the kitchen and has the water in the kettle heating first. Music’s playing very softly from his phone while he prepares food consisting of soups, cooked rice, strawberries and other side dishes.

He’s busy setting the table when he hears noise coming from the dark corridor.

He looks up and stills, feeling his heartbeat picking up. The chopsticks slip from his hand at the scary sight before him.

A weird looking shape is carefully walking his way, wrapped in what he guesses as a thick blanket rendering the strange creature menacingly imposing.

Taehyung blinks his daze away as it comes to light.

“Oh,_____. Good morning,” he smiles lightheartedly. “I didn’t recognize you.”

You mutter something back, walking by him like he isn’t even there and head to the kitchen counter. He watches you reach for his cup.

“Wait, this i-”

You spit out the bittersweet drink, disgusted. “That’s not coffee,” you grunts confused.

“That’s a tea I make for my voice-” He trails, looking at the mess you’ve just made. He smiles again, “don’t worry I’ll clean that.”

“Bkjhn- coffee- skjvnjf- wait here.” You go sit on the nearest couch.

He stops mid-mopping to object but indirectly meets the threatening look of the scary blanket creature and simply nods.

Hina shows up a little after, hair sticking everywhere, and observes for a long time the interesting sight you offer.

When Taehyung eventually puts the lovingly prepared breakfast on the coffee table, he realises another blanket creature has made its appearance, looking quite adorable he must say.

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Taehyung goes to answer the door when the doorbell rings.

Hwiin instantly meets his eyes, noticing right away how good-looking his complexion is. He looks rested and not so despondent anymore.

He smiles softly, “come in, don’t stay out there.”

She’s glad and for a second, she feels her heart warming up at his familiar appeal.

She snaps out of it and walks inside. It’s only been a week or so since her latest visit but his apartment looks nothing like before apart from the loud T.V.

Although the least that had to be shared had been summed up in an official announcement by the agency to explain Taehyung’s temporary retirement, they had all agreed on not wanting any media to share anything concerning directly or indirectly his brother’s death and keep a very low profile regarding Taehyung having Hina’s custody for as long as possible. This meant not to be seen out together, not to tempt any ill-intentioned stranger.

She trips on one of the toys laying around and catches herself by grabbing hold of his arm.

He doesn’t note the effect the sudden closeness has on her and bends down to take the toy away. He grunts, “sorry ‘bout the mess.”

She smiles awkwardly to herself while taking off her beanie and scarf when you eventually catch her eye.

“Who’s that?”

Taehyung glances your way in the living-room where you’re busy doing your fitness routine with Hina gazing at you closely and it pulls a grin from him.

“_______. Seojun’s replacement… Your savior.”

Hwiin stares at you too long for her own liking before turning around to frown at him. “What happened to him?”

“Family stuff.” He walks around the counter and takes a cup to pour some tea for her as he always does when she visits.

“And she lives here? With you?”

“I thought it’d be practical because I don’t really know what my schedule is these days. And she’s just moved to the city.”

She drops her handbag on the counter and sits on one of the stools. She lets the warmth of the cup heat her cold palms and waits for him to look away to get another glimpse at you that unintentionally turns into a subtle glare.

She can’t help but start to make assumptions about you while you’re stretching your fit body.

“She’s really into exercising,” she gets startled by his voice and can hear his grin and it makes her eyes roll. She turns back again. “I don’t know how she keeps doing that every morning.”

“Is that even… appropriate?” She trails, seeing a mental image of your revealing outfit. “I mean her living here doesn’t allow her to be unprofessional.”

He frowns a little at her, amused. If only she knew, he thinks. “I don’t really mind. Plus, if she can help keep Hina from turning into a couch potato...”

She remains silent and sips on her hot beverage as he tries to quickly change the subject.

“I’m almost done with the custody papers by the way. So we should get back to work in a short while.”

“It’s good to hear. The agency shared a couple of things about your activity for the next few weeks but nothing’s final.” She hesitates, “but are you… ready-ready?”

“I think I am. M’definitely in a better place. I think  _____ helps a lot. She’s a breath of fresh air. And I think work will help me get out of my head.”

“Good.” Hwiin smiles half hearted.

“Oh, I think she’s done. Come, I’ll do the introductions.”

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The next day, Hwiin is back at the apartment with work papers and her laptop in her arms — now that Taehyung’s comeback is around the corner, she doesn’t want to waste any time. She frowns when she doesn’t recognize his voice behind the door.

“What was it again…” She hears mumbling followed by numerous electronic bips. The door unlocks and reveals yourself when you pull it back.

You stare blankly at her, a lollipop wedged against your cheek. “Yes?”

Hwiin doesn’t know what to say and frowns when you’re still not moving an inch. “Can I come in?”

“Who are you?” You ask right after.

“What do you mean “who am I”? We met yesterday.” She complains dumbfounded. “It’s me. Hwiin.”

She hears footsteps coming her way and you slam the door right before she gets to see anything.

“No, Hina. Go back,” she hears you order. “This is probably an intruder or a dangerous person.”

“What?” She exclaims to herself, an angry look directed at the door. “Let me in.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Where’s Taehyung?”

“He’s out.”

“What in the-” She mumbles to herself, fetching her phone in her purse very annoyed. She thumbs on his phone. “Taehyung, yes. Can you please tell your bodyguard that I’m not a threat and to let me in? Stop laughing!”

“Yes?” You answer again when she knocks.

“I have your boss on the phone, maybe he’ll convince you if you agree to speak to him.”

You open the door wide enough to take the device from her and close it again. Hwiin is tapping her foot impatiently. You eventually let her in and she snatches her phone from you while you stare at her with an unbothered look, still sucking your candy.

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Later that day, dinner’s served.

“You shouldn’t force her,” you comment from your position at the end of the dining table.

Taehyung hasn’t had a moment to himself the second he’s come back from his running errands, from the long hours he’s spent with his manager to get updated to preparing dinner, and it didn’t take long for you to understand cooking isn’t his forte. You’re now witnessing his struggle to have Hina eat any of the food to no avail.

The little girl seems intent on draining him from the last remnant of energy left in his being. Taehyung wonders how he’d be able to put up with her when he goes back to working.

She refuses each of his attempts, twisting her neck one side or the other. This time around, he’s made sure not to have the plate too close to her so she wouldn't dirty him.

“She has to eat,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes on his niece. “Come on, open your mouth.”

She kicks her legs the whinier his voice gets. When the spoon isn’t prodding her lips, she stretches her arms towards the plate in his hand.

“No hands.” He warns and moves the plate closer to him which has her writhing in her seat out of irritation.

The bubble gum bursts softly and shrivels on your lips. Face prompted in your palms, a thought crosses your mind. “Why don’t you let her use her hands?”

“I don’t want her to pick up some bad habits.”

You blink blankly at his profile. It’s obvious he’s getting tired but he only gets himself to blame.

“Just let her this one time,” you encourage.

Defeated, Taehyung unwillingly listens to you, positioning the plate on the table of the baby chair and her whimpers immediately stop.

“See? She just wants to feed herself, silly.”

Hina looks up to frown at him, points a tiny finger in his direction and repeats with a pout, “siwy!”

A silence falls right after, during which he stares at her, dumbfounded.

The spoon slips from his fingers. She uses her hand to grab the square-cutted vegetables from her plate. A glint of amusement wrinkles your eyes the longer you watch him.

“Hina! You just said your first word!” Taehyung exclaims at the little girl looking up with big round eyes, confused, and busy stuffing her small mouth.

You pinch your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

He flinches the next second and frowns at her, “wait, you shouldn’t call me that.”

He looks at you when he hears you giggle and falters a quick second. Taken aback by the pleasant sound, he realizes it’s his first time he sees you laugh. He likes hearing it.

He quickly goes back to scolding mode, “what are you laughing at? It’s your fault she did that.”

“I did nothing,” you trail, calming down and not feeling a bit regretful.

“Siwy!”

He whines flustered, “Hina, stop calling me that!”

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You knew nothing about their relationship, except that he was her uncle and she lost her father. Right after Taehyung welcomed you in his home, you didn’t talk if you weren’t spoken to and simply lingered around when needed. You preferred to keep to yourself and not meddle but Taehyung seemed to lack when it comes to raising children or even just one.

He acts like he wants to succeed in everything and would feel miserable every time he’d think he failed. You have been hired to protect Hina if she needs to be out in his company but you also naturally want to assist and support him in your own way. After all, no one’s around to help and it’s not like Hwiin and Hina share affectionate bonds.

Taehyung’s watching T.V when you walk back in the living-room with his niece after her shower. Her refusal when he suggested he’d take care of it surprised him but he trusted you enough to let her have it her way. The little victorious smile you offered him left him flustered right after you’d closed the door in his face not to give him any time to react. He had no choice but to go rest and wait.

His eyes carefully rake your figure dressed in short shorts and a tight-fitted tank top from head to toe. He notices your hair’s wet and your braless breast and he blushes when mental pictures suddenly flood his mind.

Hina breaks his trail of embarrassing thought as she bounces her way and lunges on his lap, the flowery scent coming from her envelops him. She seems a lot more open around him already.

“You not tired, you?” He smiles lazily while she tries to climb in his lap. She shakes her head.

You go sit on the couch perpendicular to the one he’s sat on.

“Ow, ow,” his whimpers have you looking back at him. “You’re hurting me, Hina. Why are you so hyped right now? You're supposed to be in bed at this hour.”

He can’t help but feel a little confused having to put up with Hina’s unfamiliar behavior and your arousing presence.

Amused, you gaze at her pulling on his shirt to help herself stand up on his thighs and pinch his face as she whines her objection. You look away before he realizes you’re watching them.

It takes no more than ten minutes for her to show the first signs of somnolence. He lays her in his arms and stands up.

“Let’s put you to bed.”  

She knuckles her eyes, “no- daddy…”

He looks panicked for a second and dares a quick glance your way but it seems like you haven’t heard her so he keeps walking to his bedroom.

Hina falls asleep a couple of minutes after he’s tucked her in. Taehyung isn’t sure about returning to the living-room. He’s come to enjoy being in your company but is afraid about you noticing the effect you have on him.

The lights and T.V are still on when he comes back and you’re still there but you’ve moved closer to his seat and laid on one side. He walks around the couch to sit near the armchair. He’s barely returned that he starts tapping the tips of his fingernails, thinking of a way to make conversation.

“She already asleep?” You yawn.

“Like a log,” he smiles and then there’s silence. “I’m happy, she is more comfortable but-”

“But?”

“I don’t know about her... calling me-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you cut him off sleepily and he looks at you. “Let her if she feels like doing so. Do you mind her doing it?”

“I don’t really know. I mean she’s like a daughter to me but I don't want her to forget about her dad.”

“She won’t. When she starts asking you, tell her. But for now, I think it’s best you just bring the love and comfort she needs. She needs familiarity in these times. She’ll make her own decision when she’s older. Much older. Give yourselves time. You’ll get even closer.”

“But my job will keep me from her.”

“Then make some time. From what I understood, you don’t want anyone to babysit and you’ll never get the life you had before. You have to find time if you want her to get close to you.” You meet his eyes. “And you should enjoy your moments together. Not torture yourself about the- “right” thing to do… because it doesn’t exist. You’re doing good.”  

Taehyung thinks about your words but hasn’t quite the time to process them as you stand up and stretch.

“I feel sleepy…” You yawn. “Goodnight, Taehyung.”

“Goodnight.”

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[parkersbliss]

Chaos On Set | T. Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland X Female, Chaos Walking screen writer, reader

Warnings: no-no words, Tom being a bit of a pervert, but in a cute way? and fluff so fluffy you might get cavities.

wc; 2.5K

Synopsis: Tom really really likes you, but he doesn’t know if you feel the same. Especially when you can never get a moment together.

Request: Heeeeeey soo I don’t know if you take requests, but your writing is AMAZING and I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader where she wrote the screenplay for the movie he’s in (maybe Chaos Walking, if you know what that is, if you don’t, no sweat!😁😁) and he really likes her, and just make it fluffy and stuff? Idk, but thank you!!! Your writing is amazing, keep it up!! 😁👌🏽❤️

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Tom was smitten for you. It was quite obvious to everyone on set, except, well, you. It wasn't that you didn't like him (you did) it was just that being a screenplay writer has you pulled to every part of the set. It was hard to even get one moment alone with Tom. You enjoyed working with him, he was a phenomenal actor and took your advice seriously, but when you're the screenplay writer of Chaos Walking it was like the whole world wanted a piece of you. Any time spent with Tom was either watching him on set or revisiting his lines. There was never a moment for you to catch your breath, not even in the morning. It was always get up and go. This morning had been particularly rushed as you spent the night tweaking a few scenes on set. The best part of being the screenplay writer was not having to dress all fancy. Although, you did just in case you saw Tom. This morning, you didn't care all that much. Instead, you slipped on a pair of lounge shorts and a hoodie, throwing your hair up and popping on some sunglasses to conceal any signs of lack of sleep. Yawning, you grabbed your script full of notes and walked onto the set. You immersed yourself in the script, going over the scenes for today and reshoots that were taking place.

"You look comfortably," Tom greeted. He was already ready for the day, clad in a dirt-covered gray (it might've been white, who knows) tank top that did nothing to hide his toned arms. His hair was still short from shooting Cherry a couple of months prior, but he pulled it off.

"Uh, yeah, late-night," You mumble, trying to straighten your wrinkled hoodie. Tom finds it adorable as you try to look a bit more presentable to him. He watches as you pull at the frayed edges of your clothing, small pout as it refuses to straighten up. You tug at it a few more times before huffing and giving up.

"So," He starts, rocking back and forth on his heels, his cheeks flushed. "What do you think of the movie so far?"

"Are you kidding me? It's amazing! You're a great Todd. It's like every girl's dream to watch book characters be brought to life."

He laughs, eye crinkled slightly, "I thought every girl's dream was an all you can buffet."

You tap your chin, pretending to think about it, "yeah that too."

Tom smiles, fiddling nervously with his fingers, trying to think of what to say next. He's not sure if you've ever had a conversation this long before.

"I really hope we can become friends," You blurt out, instantly regretting it. Tom's taken back, eyes wide as he tries to think of some type of witty reply. What if he wants to be more than friends? Scratch that, he does. But he knows that you've only known each other for two weeks and this is the longest conversation you've had.

"No," He said, watching as your face fell. "I mean, uh, shit, best friends?"

You give him an awkward smile, a little shocked at his first reaction. "Okay."

"Okay," He repeats, nodding his head slightly. "Yeah, okay. I should go. Not that I want to, but they need back on set. I mean, I think they do. They probably do," He rambles on. You giggle slightly as he continues spitting nonsense. You place a hand on his exposed bicep, "I get it, Tom. You can go, I have to be on stage three anyway."

Tom's staring at your hand on his arm, he's internally panicking but you don't know that. At least he doesn't think you do. He's probably sweating ten times more now. "Right, yeah, I'm sorry for keeping you. I should really pay more attention to that. I, uh, I'll see you around?"

You smile softly at him, a slight pink tint to your cheeks, "Yeah, I'll see you around." You pull your hand away from him and give him one last smile before jogging to the other stage.

"You couldn't be more obvious," Daisy jokes.

Tom sighs, dragging his hands down his face, "Do you think she knows?"

"Honestly, no. Shocker really."

Tom rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder with hers playfully. "Whatever."

Daisy wiggles her eyebrows at him, making kissy faces. Tom pushes her away, "Okay, okay, I get it! What crazy thing are we doing today?"

"Into the woods we go!"

"Lovely."

...

"(Y/N)!" Tom calls out as he jogs toward you. He's soaking wet, a navy shirt thrown over his form, slowly staring to dampen. His hair flopping haphazardly around his head. You stand up from your chair, hand outstretched. You were called over to supervise the scene Tom had just finished, which involved a very dirty pond of water. It had been three weeks since you first decided to become friends and it was safe to say, it had worked out. You spent a lot more time around each other, becoming much more comfortable and holding conversations longer than five minutes.

"Nuh-uh mister. I don't want your dirt, water, sweat mix over my nice shirt."

He pouts, arms falling to his sides, "You care more about a shirt than me?"

"Yes," You deadpan. Tom rolls his eyes, taking a few steps closer to you, while you take a few steps back.

"Tom," You warn as you back up against your chair. He grins at you and wraps you in his arms as you squeal.

"You're cold!"

Tom laughs into your neck, his wet hair tickling your chin and you try to push him off you, but he's much stronger and clings to you like a koala, his arms secure around your waist. Ultimately, you stop trying to pry him off accepting the fact you're soaked and he wasn't moving anytime soon.

"You're warm," He murmurs.

You roll your eyes, "Are you going to continue to hug me or let me change out of my now soaked clothes?"

Tom raises his head from the crook of your neck, giving you a loopy smile. "What's the rush? We're done shooting for the day."

You sigh out of relief, "that's great, but you're still cold."

He groans and finally pulls himself off of you. Your clothes are now soaked and sticking to your shivering body. Tom's eyes widen when he notices your bra peaking through your see-through shirt.

"What?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow at Tom's blushing face.

He clears his throat, still staring, "Your uh, your bra," He mumbles. You barely make out what he says, but follow his gaze to your now see-through shirt.

"Oh my god," You gape, then add, "Stop looking, Tom!"

He turns around immediately, "sorry!"

"Give me your shirt," You said.

"What?"

"I can't walk around set like this!"

"I can't walk around shirtless!"

"Have you seen yourself, Tom? Yeah, you can. No one's going to complain. Just give me the shirt, please."

Tom blinks in surprise at your comment, he stumbles over his next few words, "I -- uh, um, okay."

He strips his shirt off, struggling a bit as the fabric clings to his skin, now a bit soaked through. When he eventually gets if off he hands it to you and you do the same, balling your old shirt in your hand. You take a few moments to admire Tom's back muscles, before coughing. He turns around and you grow hot as you eye his toned figure. My god, he was built like a god. Is this even legal? You wonder, still staring at his abs.

Tom laughs, "so I can't stare at you in your bra but you can stare at me topless?"

You shake your head, tearing your gaze away from his perfect form. "yes indeed, now I'm going back to my trailer to change into something not soaking wet."

Tom nods his head, pushing back some of his wet curls, "Okay." He almost mentions you giving his shirt back, but he decides you look much better in it anyway.

"Uh, one thing," He said, causing you to turn around. "Do you, maybe, want to watch a movie later?"

You grin at him, "I'd love too, but only if there's food involved."

"Deal."

...

This wasn't a date, right? No, it wasn't. Tom never said it was, but he wanted it to be. He sits nervously on the sofa, knees bouncing in anticipation of your arrival. It wasn't a date, but it was still the girl he really likes watching a movie with just him and only him. Tom's hair was still slightly damp, although now he wasn't shirtless and instead slipped on his classic midtown hoodie from Spider-Man and a pair of sweatpants. There's a knock at his door and he almost falls off the couch. Tom clambers to the door, swinging it open and leaning against the doorframe pretending he didn't just trip on his way here.

"Hey," You said smiling. You reflected Tom's choice of clothing in only a pair of sweatpants and wrinkled tee, but by god did you pull it off. Tom blinks, tearing his gaze from you. "hi."

"Are you going to invite me in or...?"

"Right! Yeah, of course. Come in." Tom steps aside, holding the door open for you and letting it shut softly. You toss him a lopsided grin over your shoulder.

"So, what are we watching?" You ask, flopping down on the couch, instantly wrapping yourself in the blanket Tom had left out.

"Oh... uh, do you wanna watch Spider-Man?" He scratches the back of his head, cheeks tinted pink.

You wiggle your eyebrows at him, "Are you trying to impress me with your acting skills?"

Tom scoffs, grabbing a pillow from the couch and hurling it at you. "No, I'm obviously showing off Robert's skills."

You playfully roll your eyes, flinging the pillow back at him. He catches it with ease. "Whatever, I haven't seen it anyway."

Tom gasps, "What?"

You throw your head with back with laughter at the expression on his face. He's jaw is hanging wide open, eyebrows knitted together in shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I just bruise your ego?"

Tom clicks his tongue, throwing the pillow back at you, hitting you square in the face. "no, but I think I just bruised your face."

"Very funny."

"I get it from my dad."

You purse your lips together, thinking of some type of witty comeback. "yeah, well you didn't get his height."

Tom places a hand on his heart, faking hurt. "Alright, well--"

You cut him off with a pillow to the stomach as he doubles over with an oomph. You howl with laughter as he glares at you.

"Oh love, you don't know what you're in for," He smirks.

"Wait, Tom--" You don't finish your sentence as Tom flops onto you, pillow separating your bodies and you squeal. Tom lays on top of you, pillow resting on your stomach as he grins at you.

"Tommmm," You whine, trying to push him off. He doesn't budge and you pout, resting your arms at your side as his lay by your head.

"Sorry, love, you started it."

"What about the movie?"

"Honestly you're getting an even better view of me like this."

"I only want to watch it because of Zendaya."

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

There's a heavy silence as you take in Tom's comment and the irony of your position. Tom wiggled his eyebrows seductively, smirking.

"Get off me, you weirdo!" You said, finally pushing off of you. He lands on the floor with a satisfying thud and you peek your head over the sofa to check on him. A hand shoots up to grab you and pulls you down on top of him. Tom groans as your body weight land on him, now realizing what a stupid move he had made. Your heads smack together and you wince in pain.

"Shit, sorry love," Tom apologizes, reaching up to hold your head in his hands. He hesitantly places a soft kiss on your temple and you instantly melt in his touch. His hands slowly travel away from your head to wrap around your waist and hold you captive.

"Tom?" You question, arms resting on his shoulder, simultaneously playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He hums, "Yes?"

"Can we watch the movie now?"

He laughs, the vibrations rumbling in his chest, and instinctively you snuggle closer to him and his warmth. He sits up, almost knocking you off, but his arms keep you secure in his lap.

"Yes, we can, but you have to get off me."

Your ankles cross over his waist, "No, I don't wanna. You're warm." You said, face buried in his neck. Tom's happy you can't see the blush on his face as he stares at the girl in his lap. He slowly stands up, one arm still holding you close to him as the other picks up the remote. He turns the movie on, sitting down on the couch. You pick your head up from his neck, glancing at him only to find him already looking down at you. Tom pushes back a few stray pieces of hair from your face and your eyes flicker to his lips for a split second.

"Can I- Can I kiss you?" He asks, breath tickling your face.

"Please," You whisper. His free hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbones before he dives in and seals your lips with his.

...

"Baby!" Tom exclaims, jogging toward you and picking you up in a bone-crushing hug.

"Bubs, I was only gone for an hour," You laugh, combing your hand through his curls.

"Still too long," He murmurs, kissing your lips.

"Tom!" Daisy calls out, walking toward him. "We need you back on set. You know, if you can detach yourself from (Y/N) for five seconds."

"She's right, bubs," You said, prying him off you.

He whines, "But babyyy."

"No buts, Mister. You have a job to do and so do I."

"Yes, your job is to give me your undying love."

You give Daisy an apologetic smile as she fake gags from behind Tom.

"No, that's my job later. Right now I'm the screenplay writer who's telling you-- the actor -- to get your ass back on set before they fire both of us."

Tom groans, knowing you're right, "wait, you're not coming with me?"

"No, bubs, I have to be on stage five."

"I'm starting to think they're keeping you from me on purpose."

"I can see why."

"Hey!"

You cup Tom's cheeks, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Kidding, now go fulfill my dreams."

"I think you should fulfill mine."

"Tom," You warn.

He laughs, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "'m joking."

You give him a pointed stare, "partially," he adds.

"I'll see you later."

"You and that ass most definitely will," He winks.

"don't make me write Todd a death scene."

"Joking! Again. I love you!"

"Uh-huh, you just love this ass."

"Well-"

"don't, I'm leaving now," You said, tugging your hand of out his grip and walking away.

"Sorry baby! Love you!" He calls out.

"Yeah, yeah I love you too. Now seriously, get back on set before they fire us."

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Conscious Love | Connor Brashier

A/n: this is a repost from my Shawn account!! This is my piece and is not stolen.

Summary: you’re a little insecure lately and Connor has taken notice.

Warnings: mentions of body shaming, self loathing, slight eating disorder, also alludes to smut, there’s some angst, and there’s fluff

Word count: 2.5k

***

This isn’t new. It’s happened only a handful of times before, but this was the first time that it happened over something I had partial control over. The video I posted was nothing but y/n and a few shots of me, too. It was just random times during tour, like her jamming out to Alessia, side stage. And her in a big hoodie attempting to beat Brian at FIFA. (Spoiler alert: after 3 rounds, she did finally win, but between us, I think Brian let her.) Then there was us, slow dancing on the bus at three in the morning when the guys were being way too loud. And us walking hand in hand down the streets of Paris until I take her by the waist and twirl her around, and she’s a giggling mess and she looks so beautiful. Or at least I think she does. The comment section, however, went in on her. Saying nasty things about her weight, which has never been a problem for me - and I don’t know why it is for anyone else. 

At first, I didn’t think much of it. I thought maybe she hadn’t looked at the comments. I could only live in that fantasy world for so long though. It was a subtle change, I almost didn’t notice it at first. But I’ve caught her staring disdainfully at herself in the mirror three times this past week, and the second she sees me the smile that’s always plastered on her face takes over - only now her eyes don’t meet her lips. 

I really started noticing when we went to look for swimsuits and shorts earlier in the week. She had something bad to say about them all, but it wasn’t what she said about the suits that stuck with me. It was the snide comment about how the high waisted bottoms she had on accentuated the “pudginess” of her stomach. It was the barely audible utterance of how the regular bikini bottoms made her hips look “wider.” It was the remark about the strapless top that dug into her side boob and showed all the “extra skin” under her arm. It was the claim that the shorts she tried on barely went up her “massive thighs.” Or how another pair showed how her “legs jiggle” when she walked, and how her “cellulite was on full display.”

And then, after deciding that nothing she tried on was worth it, we went out to lunch, where she ordered something small and just barely picked at it, moving some of the food around to make it seem like she’d eaten more than she really had. I didn’t push, though. I knew she would tell me when she was ready. And when she was, I would do everything in my power to make her feel beautiful and loved. Because the girl I fell in love with all those years ago didn’t dwell on the thoughts other people had about her. She knew her worth, and she made damn sure you knew it too. But, I guess, watching her now… I’m starting to see that maybe that strong, immovable demeanor is just an overspray and isn’t so immovable after all.

“Wow, so we’re just gonna cling to my stomach, right?” I hear her mutter when she’s getting ready that morning to go out with a couple friends. She thinks I’m still asleep, which is why she’s trying to be oh-so-very quiet. Through the corner of my eye, I see her going over to our dresser, rummaging through her side for something that would make her comfortable. But she finds nothing on her side, which is why I finally break my silence after she lets out a loud huff.

“You can wear something of mine, pumpkin.” She hates that nickname. Or so she says, but I see that slight blush on her cheeks every time I use it. She thinks it was just a random name I picked out one day, but I put so much thought behind it. On our first date, which was in October, three years ago, after a long lecture in our English class, we went out to this 24 hour diner just down the street from campus. She ordered a slice of pumpkin pie and hot chocolate. 

I laughed then, not at her, just at how her order seemed purely aesthetic, what with the leaves falling and changing color outside, and then the too big cardigan that adorned her figure. She told me that day that fall was her favorite season, and with that, pumpkin stuck. 

“No, no. It’s okay.”

“You sure? That flannel you love so much is hanging in the closet.” I roll onto my back, glancing over at my beautiful girlfriend with a smirk.

She hums and leans over, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

“Hmmm…” I take hold of the nape of her neck and bring her back to my lips. “Must have slipped your mind.”

“Well in that case, I love you…” another peck and I swear I am melting, “and thank you.” She pushes herself away and makes her way over to the closet, no doubt to grab the flannel.

—

I’m running a bath for us now, the whole shebang. Candles and dim lights, tall glasses of red wine, and the music playing low - Halsey - because that’s somehow her calming music.

“Con?” She calls from the door. 

“In the room, baby!” I say, throwing in one of her bath bombs and dusting my hands off before walking into our bedroom, a smile plastered on my face. 

Y/n saunters in, her eyes widen slightly when she sees me. “Whoa there, big boy. Why do you look so eager to see me?”

I take in her appearance, my flannel fits her a little big, so seeing as she didnt button the first two buttons, it’s kind of falling off her shoulder. It doesn’t take me another second to wrap my arms around her waist and breathe her in. “I missed you.”

She giggles, running her fingers through my hair. “Well I missed you too.”

“And you look really good in this shirt. I know I tell you every time, but god, you do. But I kinda just want to rip it off you." 

"Well what’s stopping you?”

I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I ran you a bath.”

“Oh? What’s the occasion?”

I shrug, “Just wanted to show you I love you.”

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” She presses her lips to mine, and I pull her with me to the bathroom, working on the buttons of her (my) shirt. I have her rid of everything before I pull away from our heated kiss. She rests her forehead against mine. “You getting in with me?” Her fingers crawl up my chest and I whimper.

God, this girl will be the death of me. “If you say I am.”

She nods, “It seems only right. Now strip for me, blue eyes.” She says with a laugh and I can’t help but laugh with her, obeying happily.

With her head resting on my bare chest, I softly rub the sides of her body, starting at her calf and making my way up to her side boobs and back down again. Goosebumps litter her skin the second I touch her and I revel in knowing that even after all this time I still can get this reaction from her.

“Y/n…” I say against the cool skin of her exposed shoulder.

“Connor,” she says back.

“I love you. Like a lot… maybe - definitely - more than I’ve loved anyone ever. You have no idea,” I nibble on the soft spot of her neck and she melts into me. “You have no idea just how much I crave you.”

“I might have an idea,” she mutters and turns her head to face me, she takes my chin in her hands and our lips mould together. My hand cradles the underside of her jaw and she smiles against my lips, pulling me closer. My free hands makes its way between her legs and she lets out a soft moan, giving me optimal access to slide my tongue against hers. We remain this way for a while, mouths and bodies lazily connected. She pulls away much sooner than I would like her to, but it’s only to say, “The water’s getting cold. Maybe we should take this somewhere warmer.”

I smile softly at her, but nod eagerly. “Yeah, I think so too." 

And so, without another word, I lean forward to drain the water, but neither of us wait for it to start draining before we’re up, wrapping towels loosely around us, knowing full well that they’ll be discarded in only a matter of seconds. Truthfully, I don’t know why we even bother with them in the first place. I have her panting beneath me only minutes after we drop them, but I slow down. Leaving lingering kisses on her stomach, thighs, arms, chest. She has a few stretch marks, new, because I’ve never seen them before and I’ve had her in this position many times. Enough to have memorized every curve, every dip, ever scar, everything. So I pay extra close attention to those.

"Faster,” she begs when I’m right where she needs me the most. 

“Slow,” I whisper against her warm skin. I take my time with her still, until I’m just about as frustrated as her. She’s shuddering against me as she presses sloppy kisses to the side of my neck and I press mine to her bare collarbone, muttering sweet ‘I love you’s’ with every kiss.

—

Our normal, post aftercare, naked cuddles are cut short when I say one thing that makes her tense up. 

“God, you are unbelievably perfect.” This one sentence results in an almost immediate squirm away from me. And then she’s across the room, ruffling through her drawers, finding panties and some leggings and one of my hoodies that’s thrown over a chair in the corner. “What are you doing?”

She shrugs, “I’m cold.”

“Well I could warm you up some more. Take it off and get back into bed. Please?” I pat the empty spot where she previously laid. 

“I’m gonna make some tea. Do you want some?” She asks, wrapping her arms around her middle - her most obvious tell, and I frown. 

“No, I’m okay.” I sit up, the blanket still around my waist. “Pumpkin,” I say before she can walk out on me.

“Hmm?”

“Come here,” I hold my hand out to her, but she sighs. 

“Con.”

“Please?”

“I really just want to go make my tea,” she says and I see the pain hiding behind her eyes, so I nod.

“Okay.” I watch her walk out of our shared bedroom and sigh when she rounds the corner. I sit there only for a minute before I get an idea. I shoot up from the bed and grab a pair of boxers and some sweat pants that hang low on my waist. She’s staring out the window while she waits on her tea and I grab a sharpie from the cup of pens by the fridge. 

“Y/n,” I mutter against her clothed shoulder. She doesn’t shudder at my sudden appearance, so I know she heard me come in. “I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, “It’s not anything you did, bubs.”

It is. “Can I do something?" 

"What is it?" 

I turn her around and take her face in my hands, "Do you trust me?”

“Course I do.”

“Then let me do this, okay?”

She’s hesitant, but nods anyway, closing her eyes. “Okay.”

“Don’t look until I say, yeah?”

She agrees, “Okay.”

I press a kiss to the tip of her nose and drop to my knees, uncapping the marker in my hands. She watches me as I lift the hoodie and hold it against her chest while I write awfully, but as legible as I can on her skin, littering her with more and more kisses. When I’m done with her stomach, I move to her chest, the sides of it, her collar bones. I rid her of the hoodie for a moment and take both her arms before she can hide herself from me. I write on her biceps and then shuffle back to my knees, slipping her leggings down. 

“Connor, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see in a minute. Just trust me.”

“I’m half naked in our kitchen, babe. Come on, can you please tell me what you’re doing?”

I look up at her through my lashes with a wicked smirk. “You say that like I haven’t had you fully naked in this kitchen before.”

She flushes pink as I put the cap back on the sharpie. “Okay, now follow me.” I take the hoodie from the counter and bring her back to our room. “Close your eyes.” I say before we get in front of the full length mirror.

“But-”

“Close them.”

She sighs, “You’re so demanding.”

I place her in front of the mirror that’s been taunting her non stop for over a week now and I stand behind her, hands on her hips. “Okay, open." 

When she does, she squints a little, trying to read my writing on her stomach, which roughly reads the word "beautiful.” And then she gets closer, reading her thighs, “my favorite place to rest” pans over them both. “Stunning.” “Flawless.” “Mesmerizing.” “Adorable.” “Exquisit.” “Heavenly.” The words are littered all across her body. Because she may not see it now, or ever. But this is what I see when I look at her. This is what I have felt since the moment I met her. 

“What?” She looks at me through the mirror and my hands find her hips once again.

I rest my head on her shoulder. “I know you saw the comments on the video. You’ve been putting yourself down like crazy.” I shake my head, “I just hate seeing you like this.”

“Connor, I’m fine.”

“I know,” I say, even though I know it’s not true. “But that doesn’t change the fact that this is what you are. This is what I see every time I look at you. And not a single soul can tell me that you aren’t good enough for me. Because let me tell you, you are so tremendously, outrageously out of my league. And I think you’re beautiful, and stunning, and heavenly, and ravishing.” Her eyes prickle with tears as I speak. I wipe at one that falls astray. “Why are you sad, love?”

She shakes her head vigorously. “No. I’m not sad. I just,” she wraps her arms around me and buries her head in my neck. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but if I could go back and do it a hundred times over, I would. Because you,” she takes in a shuddery breath, “you are amazing.”

I hold her tighter against me, “No. Oh, no, y/n. You. You are… well, you’re my everything.”

***

A/n: I know we all struggle with learning to love our bodies, trust me, I am still learning. But just know, that what you feel now is not necessarily how you will feel later on. It’s okay to not like everything about yourself, just try not to dread too much about it. Allow yourself to find things you like about yourself. And if there’s something you want to change, that’s fine, do it - but ONLY if you’re doing it for you, and not for other people. Not for aesthetic purposes. And another thing, gaining or losing weight is not a definite key to happiness, because these negative thoughts you're having toward yourself are not going to change just because you lost/gained weight. Your brain is still your brain, and it’s your job to challenge those negative thoughts before they take you down dangerous paths.

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She-Ra Fics Masterlist

(It’s 100% Catradora but hey)

Started: 12/10/19 Last updated: 28/10/20

Multi-chapters:

Catradora —

What drove her insane... (Canon Divergent)(Completed) (4/4)(13k+)(Ao3 only)

There were a lot of things Adora would do that would get to Catra. A lot of things that would make Catra melt inside or combust. Or both. Things that would make her feel this intense feeling in her stomach, these flips, these... butterflies, is what she thought of them as.

Similarly, Adora didn't think she had many weaknesses, but most things Catra would do drove her up the wall. In a good way. In the best way. In a way that made her heart feel like it was about to hop out of her ribcage, that made her feel she was about to faint, from an unfamiliar, yet familiar, dazed dizziness.

Both of them drove each other insane.

Heal me after hurting (Modern AU)(Completed) (3/3)(29k+)(Ao3 only)

A million feelings she’s been fighting off for months threaten to overwhelm her: feelings of deep and utter care; of complete adoration; feelings of hot and harsh hatred; of absolute disdain; and abandonment, definitely abandonment; to confusion, anxiety, all bubbling as she tries to calm herself down; eyes closed, chanting the mantra:

you are in control, you are stronger now.   ___

Catra gets sick and someone unexpected turns up to help.

bloom (just for you) (High School AU)(Ongoing) (8/?)(68k+)(Ao3 only)

She was probably about to tell her to fuck off, though maybe—hopefully—she'd say it nicely. Catra closed her eyes and hoped when she opened them that this whole situation was just a figment of her imagination. Instead, she saw a one word reply. One single word. 

bet.

*

Adora Grayskull is the popular jock, the golden girl, the one that everyone loves. Catra D’riluth is the opposite. Yet despite this, they form an unlikely bond.

One shots:

Catradora —

What (Who) drives her to this? (Canon Divergent)(2k+)(Ao3 only)

Both Catra and Adora are tired. Both Catra and Adora reach a breaking point. Both Catra and Adora need to stop thinking. And when they do what will it drive them to do?

Catra’s Last Day (Canon Divergent)(2k+)(Ao3 only)

Catra has been anticipating this for months now, and now it's finally come - her last day at the Horde.

As the Sun Sets (Canon Compliant - Post S1)(1k+)(Ao3 only)

Watching the sunset was one way to end your day back at the Horde...

damn you, unrequited love (High school AU)(7k+)(Ao3 only)

Unrequited love sucks. That's what both Adora and Catra think.

Don’t sneak into the kitchen (Unless your girlfriend tells you to) (Canon Divergent)(2k+)(Ao3 only)

Catra has a bad habit of getting into mischief and Adora has a bad habit of agreeing to get into mischief with her.

Or

They sneak into a kitchen and make a mess.

As the Petal Falls (Beauty and the Beast AU)(1.5k+)(Ao3 only)

Shadow Weaver comes to kill the beast and take back Adora, who to her knowledge is a hostage there, when she has actually chosen to stay there - with Catra.

If I was perfect (Modern Family AU)(2.5k+)(Ao3 only)

Call it a coincidence, but just as Adora said the word “baby” (for the second time actually), Catra had choked on her own saliva.

How had children not crossed her mind before?

Two Sides Of The Same Coin (Gang AU)(1k+)(Ao3 only)

"Come on, Catra! You know better than to trust the horde!"

"And you know better than to trust the Rebellion!"

"The Horde is manipulating you!"

"At least they don't hide it and do it behind your back!"  

OR AU where the Rebellion is manipulating Adora and she doesn't realise (but Catra does)

I could get used to the sound of her voice (Royalty AU)(3.5k+)(Ao3 only)

Princess Adora was lucky enough for her parents not to marry her to a man. But, Princess Adora didn’t feel lucky in the slightest when she learned her wife to be was a right pain in the backside – or so she thought.

Or

Who knew that all it would take for Princess Adora to fall was her voice?

Fiction will make you think (what if it was real?) (YouTuber AU)(8k+)(Ao3 only)

All of a sudden, a new thought hits her like a train. Why does it matter so much? Image? Catra doesn’t exactly have a good one anyway, and if anything, it would be worse for Adora. But she is already in most of her videos, so clearly Adora doesn’t care either. So what would actually change?

Wait, Catra’s train of thought stops. Why am I thinking about dating Adora anyway?

OR

A YouTuber AU

Perspective (Prison AU)(25.5k+)(Ao3 only)

"Like you caved in Adora, you took the dive, and was it worth it?"

Adora looked at Catra, biting the inside of her cheek.

"I guess not."

Although, Adora couldn't deny that she felt almost lucky to have met someone like Catra, even if it was in here.

OR

Twelve months. Adora had earned herself twelve months in Prison — it was virtually hell on earth. Or it least it should have been, if not for a certain someone.

Sink my teeth to save you (Vampire AU)(1.5k+) — Ao3 link —

“How did...what are you?”

The stranger stroked her chin, pondering something, then said, “Well, I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about," flashing her abnormally sharp fang like teeth, almost in a grin, though it felt more like she was just showing off.

I'll be your crutch to cope (College/Modern AU)(1.5k+) —Ao3 link —

A late night (or early morning) text from Catra’s roommate leads to more than she bargains for.

Do you know any spells to get rid of this thing? (Modern with Magic AU)(2.5k+)—Ao3 link—

“You know, like, spells and stuff, right?” Adora asks, hold a little looser on her wrist.

“Uh...yeah?” Catra replies, baffled.

Or

Catra’s a mage in training and Adora comes to her with a ridiculous request.

Christmas wouldn't be so bad (with you) (Modern Christmas AU)(1.9k+)—Ao3 link—

Catra wants to reject her responsibilities and problems for one night. Though, she can't avoid the one right in front of her for much longer.

As our differences divide us (Canon Divergent )(3.2k+)—Ao3 link—

Adora believes in the Horde. Catra doesn’t.

Or

An AU where Adora (with the sword) stays with the Horde and Catra leaves for the Rebellion.

Lost my heart (now you've taken it back) (Valentine's AU)(1k+)—Ao3 link—

Catra decides to make her first Valentine's with Adora a memorable experience.

Demons hiding underneath (Modern Gang AU)(3.3k+)—Ao3 link —

She kept plummeting deeper and deeper into the once beautiful blue abyss. And the further down she got, the more Adora realised it was closer to darkness than blue. It seemed she would continue falling, falling into the darkness until—

“Adora?”

—

They may be running away, escaping from their problems, but that doesn’t mean Adora can avoid her own too.

Distressing (over you) (Modern Superhero AU)(3.1k+)(Ao3 only)

Wearing her signature smug smirk, she stood, hands on her hips with a knowing look. Despite how many times she'd seen her in the familiar getup before, it somehow always managed to get her stomach lurching: those thigh highs which somehow weren't impractical; the crimson red suit which clung to her body in all the right places (arguably there were no wrong ones); the black sleeves which came up to cover her hands; and the red mask with pointed ears obscuring her face. However, the blue-gold glow of her eyes was still inexplicably Catra. It still captured her essence. At least to Adora.

things you said with clenched fists (Modern AU)(1.5k+)—Ao3 link—

Alone, at loss for words, but still – I've won and I've lost but I've fell and I've fucked it up

Or

An argument which stems from lies, deception and the past.

things you said when you were drunk (Modern AU)(1.6k+)(Ao3 only)

As Catra took her hand, with her mismatched eyes gleaming, and flashing her pearly white teeth in a grin, the smells, the noises of all the people around them dissolved into nothing more than white noise. 

The aftershock (of your touch) (Modern Soulmates AU)(28k+)(Ao3 only)

“When one finds their soulmate, they don’t immediately know that is the case. Some believe it is a way for the universe, for the great First Ones to test our ability to listen to its calling, to let us steer the wheel to our own fates. Others believe it is an act of cruelty—to try our patience, to punish us for being unable to love without any inhibitions. No matter what one believes, it doesn’t rid us of the fact that finding one's other half does not allow for instant gratification.”

—

Catra, jaded by her past, moves to Bright Moon to start a new life, and finds herself growing increasingly closer to her neighbour, Adora. Initially, she's apprehensive, but no matter what she does, something draws her to the girl, and a revelation causes it to make a lot of sense—and none at all.

all the time in the world (Post-Canon)(1k+)—Ao3 link—

In space, it feels like they have all the time in the world. All the time to relearn the new parts of each other, all the time to indulge the old parts of each other, all the time to simply just be.

You have their attention (and I want yours) (Modern AU - Actors)(1.9k+)—Ao3 link—

It’s all made worse when Catra does look in her direction, searching for none other than Adora’s eyes. She sees her sitting there, seething, and all she does is raise an eyebrow, then after a moment, grin. She can tell. And that only makes Adora more agitated as Catra turns back to the crowd and that girl is practically hanging off her arm. Now, Adora really is contemplating going up there, kissing the smirk of Catra’s face where everyone can see.

a regular customer of mine (Modern AU - Bakery)(3.9k)(Ao3 only)

Catra works at a bakery and Adora comes by every day trying to build up the courage to ask her out (unbeknownst to her).

Headcanons + Shorter Works: 

Catradora —

Fate Only Plays a Part (Canon divergent)(Ao3 only)

Adora finds a wounded and almost lifeless Catra in the woods and decides to bring her back to the castle.

I want to be with you when I grow up (Canon Divergent)(Ao3 only)

They are supposed to be fighting- they should be killing each other.

But they never can. And they never will.

Bad Dreams (Canon Divergent)

She tastes like coffee (Modern AU)

I like me better when I'm with you (Modern AU)

Adora's birthday (Canon Divergent)

The Start of Something Wonderful (Canon Divergent) 

Catradora Summer AU (Modern AU)(Snippet)

things you said when we forgave each other (Post-Canon)(Written before S5)

Reunion (S5 speculation)

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[quackeroos]

ONE WEEK || Day Three

Pairing: tom holland x dying ex!reader

Summary: you were dying, and tom still loves you. now he plans on loving you ‘til your last breath, and maybe get you to say those three words back to him.

Warnings: swearing, angst

Words: 2.5k

General Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Y/N WOKE UP THE second she smelt food in the air. It wasn't the usual hospital food that was cold and gamy. This smelled like it was freshly cooked. "Good morning, love." A male's voice greeted her, kissing the top of her forehead as he sits at the side of her bed.

"How are you feeling?" Tom asked, holding her hand, caressing the top of it. He smiled, feeling the cold and pale yet soft skin of hers.

She looked up at the ceiling, laughing a bit before replying, "I'm going to die today, aren't I?" Tom following with a soft chuckle. "That shit never gets old. Still, it isn’t a funny joke, love."

"I know. Just wanted to lighten up this hell hole of a place for a little while." Smiling, she remembered how the two of them would use that sentence as a sarcastic joke whenever either of them got injured, ER-ed or even stuck in bed with a bloody fever. It somehow brightens up the other one's mood.

Once, there was a time Tom did a flip in front of everyone. Sad to say, he landed on his face and broke his nose. "I'm going to die today, aren't I?" he joked, managing to make some of the staff laugh. Well, except for the stylist. When she saw the bruise and broken nose on Tom's face, she went from laughing to yelling out "Aaaahhh- MEDIC!"

The sound of beautiful laughing fits slowly died down, chuckling at each other, both smiles on their faces. "What made you think of doing that anyway?" She questions. Tom shook his head with a lopsided grin saying, "I don't know!"

They paused for a moment looking at each other, breaking eye contact as soon as they realized it had already been too long. Y/n cleared her throat and looked at the television, diverting her eyes away from Tom's. "You know, even if you broke your nose, you still look dashingly handsome." she mumbled out the last words. Although what she didn't know was that Tom heard it. It was enough for him to hear and it made his heart thump. The silence was broken when a knock was heard from the door. It opened to reveal a nurse with a tray in hand. “good morning Ms. Y/n!" she greeted upon entering.

"Back to using honorifics again, Daisy?" Y/n teased. "Please, call me Y/n. I'm more comfortable that way."

"Right, sorry. Here's your breakfast by the way!"

"Is it a big tub of ice cream?"

The nurse laughs. "Nope. But it's better than yesterday's breakfast." She places the tray on the table and stood beside y/n's bed for her check-up. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. But, it's tolerable. By the way, I'd like you to meet my-" Y/n paused for a moment to look at Tom. She paused for a moment on what to call him. She wasn't sure what they were now exactly. Should she call him her boyfriend? No, they were way past that. Should she call him her friend? But what if he wonders and starts asking questions? Or maybe she should mention that they were Ex-es?

"Friend. I'm her friend." Tom spoke from her side. He stood up and lets out his hand for her to shake. "Hi, I'm Tom." she gladly accepts and introduces herself as Y/n's nurse. The two had a small chat, Y/n silently watching a show on the television while listening to their conversation. The two laughed, like they were close friends.

Y/n could feel her blood boil, and her emotions mess up. She didn't want to admit it, but she was jealous. This didn't go unnoticed by Tom. When he glanced to the side, he saw Y/n watch the telly, uninterested. She had a cold face and when she pressed the remote, it was full of force. The thought of y/n jealous made Tom smirk and laugh inside.

He thought it was adorable.

When the conversation with Daisy ended, they said their goodbyes and the nurse left the room to go and attend to her other patients.

Y/n didn't look at Tom when he sat back down. Her eyes glued to the screen, purposely ignoring the man in the room. A smirk makes its way on Tom's lips. "Your nurse seems to be nice." he commented. He glanced at her to see if he could get a reaction, but there was none. "How long have you known her anyway?" Y/n continued switching the channels.

"Since Wednesday." she huffed. The girl puts down the remote and grabs her phone to switch her choice of entertainment. A chuckle escapes his lips. Tom leaned closer to her and starts poking her side, calling out her name in her ear like a child. "What?!" She finally snapped. A grinning Tom appeared when she turned. His puppy like eyes glowed and the side of it crinkled. Thin lips turned upward with his teeth showing a bit.

She glared at him. "What do you want?"

Tom grinned and playfully questioned. "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous of what?"

His mouth pointed towards the door, teasing her with his annoying grin. She rolled her eyes at this; she doesn't answer the question. "You are! You're jealous!"

Y/n scoffs, "I am absolutely not!" Putting down her phone rather harshly. "You are! It's written all over your face." She instinctively covers her cheeks with a pillow. "I don't remember answering your question earlier Holland, so don't get cocky with me!"

"You don't need to answer my question darling; I can read you like the back of my hand."

"Funny though. I don't have the right to be jealous, Thomas."

"Do you want to?" Their playful banter stopped. She froze in her seat; the question caught her off-guard. Tom looked in her eyes intently, trying to squeeze out an answer. Was he for real? Y/n, thought. He couldn't be serious about this, right? Or was he?

She doesn't answer his question again, instead she laughs dramatically. "Ha ha, very funny Holland."

"I'm being serious y/n."

Why was he asking now? Y/n's mind went in circles. Does she want to or no? First, she was on one side, then takes it back and go for the other.  Tom's question was still left hanging, but he didn't break the eye contact. Little by little he leans in, and so does she. Their hearts beat and they were pulling towards each other like magnets.

Y/n could already see the little gold flecks in his eyes that when the light hits it at the right spot, it looked like a galaxy full of wonder. She could feel his hot breath against her own pair of lips. Little by little, their faces were closed off, only a millimeter of distance between them. Tom breaks contact for a second, looking at her lips before going back to her eyes for confirmation. He didn't need for her to say yes, her lean body leaning towards him was confirmation enough.

He brings his hand up to her face, closing in the gap between them. Their lips brushed each other, and Tom took this as a go signal to deepen it.

"I'm baaaaaaaacckk!!!" A voice bursts through the door. The two immediately tore away from each other, Y/n taking her phone, pretending to scroll through her social media, and Tom taking the remote switching the channels. Harrison arrived at the room with a bag of paper plates. The cap on his head covered his blonde hair. Upon arriving, he noticed the two looking anxious. Y/n gulped while her eyes scanned her phone, and Tom's leg bounced up and down. The blonde smirked, completely understanding the situation.

He puts down the paper bag on the table and walked over to Tom, arms open and lips in a pout, leaning closely towards his face. "Woah! What the hell, mate?!" he stood up from his chair shoving off Harrison. The blonde looked at him in confusion, shrugging, "What? No smooch?" ending with a playful giggle. Y/n choked on her own saliva and Tom blushed furiously. "Fuck off!" the pair say.

"Nah, not in the mood. What about you guys? Seems like you two need it?" Harrison's face met with a pillow. The pillow falls and revealed Y/n holding another pillow and, in a stance, even though she was on a hospital bed. For someone at the point of dying, she doesn't seem to look like it., Harrison thought and laughing at his own joke.

"Just kidding. Trying to lighten up the mood darling."

"Lighten up someone else's mood. I'm too annoyed to look at your annoying face, twat."

Y/n faced the other way and scrolled again through her phone. With a brow raised, his head turned to his phone, giving him the 'what-the-hell-was-that' look. Tom motioned for him to follow him to the small living room. Y/n shifted again at the sight of the two.

Taking a seat, the two spoke in hushed voices. "So? Did something happen while I was away?" Harrison asked.

Tom chuckled before answering. Harrison sensed something about that chuckle, not sure whether there was something wrong or something good that had happened. "She got jealous over her nurse. We just talked casually, got to know each other, and at the corner of my eye, I see her getting upset. And-......"

The blonde leaned forward, urging him to continue. "We sort of got into a petty argument, and she told me that she didn't have the right to be jealous. So, I asked her if she wanted to. Then the next thing I knew, we were about to kiss."

"And I came in and ruined the moment." Harrison stifled a laugh, but Tom wasn't in the mood for it. The blonde groaned at the sudden slap on his head. "Ow! what the hell?" he said in a harsh whisper. "Not cool, mate."

"Haz, I'm serious."

"The question is, does she want to? You know we can't force y/n into anything. That girl is the boss of her own mind."

"You know, I can hear you two from here." Y/n called from the other side. The boys stood up and took their conversation outside with them. Truth be told, y/n couldn't really hear what their conversation was about. Their whispers were just getting on her nerves. And the fact that she heard her name twice in that conversation was making her even more annoyed.

When the door closed, she lets out a breath. Meanwhile outside, the two friends continued. "Are you really serious about this? Tom, you know the reason why she broke up with you, right? If you do this, then she'll give you the same reason why she doesn't want to."

"Then I'll show her Haz. I'll show her that there's nothing she should be afraid of. I'll win her back, if that's what I have to do."

***

Harrison joined the two for breakfast. Y/n, eating her usual hospital food, and Tom taking a bite of Harrison's homemade cooking.

When afternoon came, the three chatted away about the most random things. Y/n laughing at some of the stupid jokes Haz would make, and occasionally, some of Tom's. She was still upset of what happened earlier, she didn't know why.

From time to time, Nurse Daisy would come in to do her hourly check up and leave, sending a smile to the two boys, mostly directed to Tom. It was an unsettling feeling inside Y/n. Then again, why would she be jealous? They aren't together anymore, so why?

She sat up from her bed, eyes opening wide at the sudden realization. It caused the two boys to stand up from their seats and immediately ask her if there was something wrong. Y/n quickly dismissed it. "Nothing, nothing. I-I just... had a thought."

"Do you wanna talk about it, love?"

Y/n stared at the palm of her hands, replying not long after. "No. I'm good. I think I just need some fresh air." Tom took this as a sign.

It was time for her daily visit to the rooftop. Haz helped with the wheelchair, keeping it in place as Tom gently settles her down. Once comfortable in her seat, she tapped his hand and lets him push. Harrison's eyes followed them until they left the room. Tom gives him a tight-lipped smile before closing the door.

The trip to the rooftop was like how they first went there. Quiet and a little awkward, for Tom. Y/n on the other hand, was clouded with thoughts, she didn't even notice the aura between her and her ex. When the doors of the elevator opened, she breathed in the fresh air of the flowers and grass.

The sun was beginning to set on the other side of the building. As usual, y/n requested to be placed in her favourite spot, where she can watch the orange, pink, and purple sky slowly turn into a dark shade of blue and the sun dim down to take its rest. Tom obliged. he sat beside her, all throughout the sunset. He didn't say anything to her. Other than watching and observing her. He let her be with her own thoughts and just appreciate the silence, calmness and peace around her.

"Tom?" He hears her call. His head turns towards her, humming in reply, urging her to continue. "Just so you know, I'm not mad. If you're thinking that I am. And about what happened earlier...." Y/n could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. She turns her head to the other side, covering it from Tom. "Could you just forget about it? Pretend that nothing happened."

Tom was silent for a moment. He didn't know how or what to respond to her. Moments ago, he was confident, ready to finally talk about the 'awkward' situation earlier. Now, it seems he already lost the words he was ready to say. What should he reply now?

"Y-yeah, sure." Damn it, Holland!

A pleased smile made its way upon Y/n's lips. She nods at him and continued to stare off into the sky. The once orange, pink and purple sky now turned into a dark shade of blue, dots of stars scattered across the night sky. The lights around the rooftop turned on. It was still a little dim, but Tom could still make out the path towards the elevator. Y/n, already feeling her body grow tired tugged at Tom's sleeve.

"Maybe we should go. I'm kind of tired."

***

Y/n laid on her bed comfortably, already asleep. Tom took his usual seat while Jamie was on the couch, typing away and looking through notes as she studies. When the two got back to the room, Harrison had already left. Y/n's dinner came, and Jamie followed not long after.

Once she was done eating, Jamie took her to the bathroom for a quick bath and change into a new set of clothes. She immediately went to sleep, and her soft snores were the only sounds that could be heard from her side of the room.

Tom's phone rings from the little table where y/n eats. Harrison's face appears on the screen with his caller I.D. He answers. "So how did it go?"

"How did what go?" Tom confusedly responds.

"The walk? Your little trip to the rooftop garden? What happened?"

"Oh. She mentioned about what happened earlier and asked to just... forget about it." Harrison hisses from the other line.

"So, what do you plan on doing now?"

"What we've talked about. I'm still doing it."

"Well, if you need any help, you know who to call, mate. By the way, I might not be able to come tomorrow, so don't expect me to come barging in like last time.

"Oh right! Tomorrow's the shoot for that new clothing brand?"

"Yup! But I'll try to come and swing by if I have the time. I gotta go now, need to pack some things for tomorrow. Tell y/n I said good night!" The call ended and Tom returns his phone into his pocket. He shifts his head towards her sleeping form. He studied her features, the little things he loved and admired since day one. He instinctively leans in, kissing her forehead lovingly. A small smile appears on her face and she snuggled up further into her sheets.

How did he get so lucky? To meet a girl as wonderful as her? A smile crept up on his face, memories of the past flooding back.

And that's when it hit him. An idea.

Quickly, he takes out his phone again and texts Harrison. Blood rushing with excitement. Once he got a go signal from Haz, he sent it to everyone who might be able to help. He puts away his phone and approaches Jamie who was still in the middle of reviewing and studying. The college girl looks up from her textbook as Tom loomed over her.

"Jamie, I need your help."

-

day four of One Week 

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[shawnpetermuffins]

Conscious Love | Connor Brashier

A/n: this was a struggle to write, but I really do like how it turned out.

Summary: you're a little insecure lately and Connor has taken notice.

Warnings: mentions of body shaming, self loathing, slight eating disorder, also alludes to smut, there's some angst, and there's fluff

Word count: 2.5k

***

This isn't new. It's happened only a handful of times before, but this was the first time that it happened over something I had partial control over. The video I posted was nothing but y/n and a few shots of me, too. It was just random times during tour, like her jamming out to Alessia side stage. And her in a big hoodie attempting to beat Brian at FIFA. (Spoiler alert: after 3 rounds, she did finally win, but between us, I think Brian let her win.) Then there was us, slow dancing on the bus at three in the morning when the guys are being way too loud. And us walking hand in hand down the streets of Paris until I take her by the waist and twirl her around, and she's a giggling mess and she looks so beautiful. Or at least I think she does. The comment section, however, went in on her. Saying nasty things about her weight, which has never been a problem for me - and I don't know why it is for anyone else. 

At first, I didn't think much of it. I thought maybe she hadn't looked at the comments. I could only live in that fantasy world for so long though. It was a subtle change, I almost didn't notice it at first. But I've caught her staring disdainfully at herself in the mirror three times this past week, and the second she sees me the smile that's always plastered on her face takes over - only now her eyes don't meet her lips. 

I really started noticing when we went to look for swimsuits and shorts earlier in the week. She had something bad to say about them all, but it wasn't what she said about the suits that stuck with me. It was the snide comment about how the high waisted bottoms she had on accentuated the "pudginess" of her stomach. It was the barely audible utterance of how the regular bikini bottoms made her hips look "wider." It was the remark about the strapless top that dug into her sideboob and showed all the "extra skin" under her arm. It was the claim that the shorts she tried on barely went up her "massive thighs." Or how another pair showed her "legs jiggle" when she walked, and how her "cellulite was on full display."

And then, after deciding that nothing she tried on was worth it, we went out to lunch, where she ordered something small and just barely picked at it, moving some of the food around to make it seem like she'd eaten more than she really had. I didn't push, though. I knew she would tell me when she was ready. And when she was, I would do everything in my power to make her feel beautiful and loved. Because the girl I fell in love with all those years ago didn't dwell on the thoughts other people had about her. She knew her worth, and she made damn sure you knew it too. But, I guess, watching her now… I'm starting to see that maybe that strong, immovable demeanor is just an overspray and isn't so immovable after all.

"Wow, so we're just gonna cling to my stomach, right?" I hear her mutter when she's getting ready that morning to go out with a couple friends. She thinks I'm still asleep, which is why she's trying to be oh-so-very quiet. Through the corner of my eye, I see her going over to our dresser, rummaging through her side for something that would make her comfortable. But she finds nothing on her side, which is why I finally break my silence after she lets out a loud huff.

"You can wear something of mine, pumpkin." She hates that nickname. Or so she says, but I see that slight blush to her cheeks every time I use it. She thinks it was just a random name I picked out one day, but I put so much thought behind it. On our first date, which was in October, three years ago, after a long lecture in our English class, we went out to this 24 hour diner just down the street from campus. She ordered a slice of pumpkin pie and hot chocolate. 

I laughed then, not at her, just at how her order seemed purely aesthetic, what with the leaves falling and changing color outside, and then the too big cardigan that adorned her figure. She told me that day that fall was her favorite season, and with that, pumpkin stuck. 

"No, no. It's okay."

"You sure? That flannel you love to steal is hanging in the closet." I roll onto my back, glancing over at my beautiful girlfriend with a smirk.

She hums and leans over, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"Hmmm…" I take the back of her neck and bring her back to my lips. "Must have slipped your mind."

"Well in that case, I love you…" another peck and I swear I am melting "and thank you." She pushes herself away and makes her way over to the closet, no doubt to grab the flannel.

---

I'm running a bath for us now, the whole shebang. Candles and dim lights, tall glasses of red wine, and the music playing low - Halsey - because that's somehow her calming music.

"Con?" She calls from the door. 

"In the room, baby!" I say throwing in one of her bath bombs and dusting my hands off before walking into our bedroom, smile plastered on my face. 

Y/n saunters in, her eyes widen slightly when she sees me. "Whoa there, big boy. Why do you look so eager to see me?"

I take in her appearance, my flannel fits her a little big, so seeing as she didnt button the first two buttons, it's kind of falling off her shoulder. It doesn't take me another second to wrap my arms around her waist and breathe her in. "I missed you."

She giggles, running her fingers through my hair. "Well I missed you too."

"And you look really good in this shirt. I know I tell you every time, but god, you do. But I kinda just want to rip it off you." 

"Well what's stopping you?"

I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I ran you a bath."

"Oh? What's the occasion?"

I shrug, "just wanted to show you I love you."

"Aren't you just the cutest thing?" She presses her lips to mine, and I pull her with me to the bathroom, working on the buttons of her - my - shirt. I have her rid of everything before I pull away from our heated kiss. She rests her forehead against mine. "You getting in with me?" Her fingers crawl up my chest and I whimper.

God, this girl will be the death of me. "If you say I am."

She nods, "it seems only right. Now strip me, blue eyes." She says with a laugh and I can't help but laugh with her, obeying happily.

With her head resting on my bare chest, I softly rub the sides of her body, starting at her calf and making my way up to her side boobs and back down again. Goosebumps litter her skin the second I touch her and I revel in knowing that even after all this time I still can get this reaction from her.

"Y/n…" I say against the cool skin of her exposed shoulder.

"Connor," she says back.

"I love you. Like a lot… maybe - definitely - more than I've loved anyone ever. You have no idea," I nibble on the soft spot of her neck and she melts into me. "You have no idea just how much I crave you."

"I might have an idea," she mutters and turns her head to face me, she takes my chin in her hands and our lips mould together. My hand cradles the underside of her jaw and she smiles against my lips, pulling me closer. My free hands makes its way between her legs and she lets out a soft moan, giving me optimal access to slide my tongue against hers. We remain this way for a while, mouths and bodies lazily connected. She pulls away much sooner than I would like her to, but it's only to say, "The water's getting cold. Maybe we should take this somewhere warmer."

I smile softly at her, but nod eagerly. "Yeah, I think so too." 

And so, without another word, I lean forward to drain the water, but neither of us wait before we're up, wrapping towels loosely around us, knowing full well that they'll be discarded in a matter of seconds. Truthfully, I don't know why we even bother with them in the first place. I have her panting beneath me only minutes after we drop the towels, but I slow down. Leaving lingering kisses on her stomach, thighs, arms, chest. She has a few stretch marks, new, because I've never seen them before and I've had her in this position many times. Enough to have memorized every curve, every dip, ever scar, everything. So I pay extra close attention to those.

"Faster," she begs when I'm right where she needs me the most. 

"Slow," I whisper against her warm skin. I take my time with her still, until I'm just about as frustrated as her. She's shivering against me as she presses sloppy kisses to the side of my neck and I press mine to her bare collarbone, muttering sweet 'I love you's' with every kiss.

---

Our normal, post aftercare, naked cuddles are cut short when I say one thing that makes her tense up. 

"God, you are unbelievably perfect." This one sentence results in an almost immediate squirm away from me. And then she's across the room, ruffling through her drawers, finding panties and some leggings and one of my hoodies that's thrown over a chair in the corner. "What are you doing?"

She shrugs, "cold."

"Well I could warm you up some more. Take it off and get back into bed. Please?" I pat the empty spot where she previously laid. 

"I'm gonna make some tea. Do you want some?" She asks, wrapping her arms around her middle - her most obvious tell and I frown. 

"No, I'm okay." I sit up, the blanket still around my waist. "Pumpkin," I say before she can walk out on me.

"Hmm?"

"Come here," I hold my hand out to her, but she sighs. 

"Con."

"Please?"

"I really just want to go make my tea," she says and I see the pain hiding behind her eyes, so I nod.

"Okay." I watch her walk out of our shared bedroom and sigh when she rounds the corner. I sit there only for a minute before I get an idea. I shoot up from the bed and grab a pair of boxers and some sweat pants that hang low on my waist. She's staring out the window while she waits on her tea and I grab a sharpie from the cup of pens by the fridge. 

"Y/n," I mutter against her clothed shoulder. She doesn't shudder at my sudden appearance, so I know she heard me come in. "I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, "It's not anything you did, bubs."

It is. "Can I do something?" 

"What is it?" 

I turn her around and take her face in my hands, "Do you trust me?"

"Course I do."

"Then let me do this, okay?"

She's hesitant, but nods anyway, closing her eyes. "Okay."

"Don't look until I say to, yeah?"

She agrees, "Okay."

I press a kiss to the tip of her nose and drop to my knees, uncapping the marker in my hands. She watches me as I lift the hoodie and hold it against her chest while I write awfully, but as legible as I can on her skin, littering her with more and more kisses. When I'm done with her stomach, I move to her chest, the sides of it, her collar. I rid her of the hoodie for a moment and take both her arms before she can hide herself from me. I write on her biceps and then shuffle back to my knees, slipping her leggings down. 

"Connor, what are you doing?"

"You'll see in a minute. Just trust me."

"I'm half naked in our kitchen, babe. Come on, can you please tell me what you're doing?"

I look up at her through my lashes with a wicked smirk. "You say that like I haven't had you fully naked in this kitchen before."

She flushes pink as I put the cap back on the sharpie. "Okay, now follow me." I take the hoodie from the counter and bring her back to our room. "Close your eyes." I say before we get in front of the full length mirror.

"But-"

"Close them."

She sighs, "You're so demanding."

I place her in front if the mirror that's been taunting her non stop for over a week now and I stand behind her, hands on her hips. "Okay, open." 

When she does, she squinted a little, trying to read my writing on her stomach, which roughly reads the word "beautiful." And then she gets closer, reading her thighs, "my favorite place to rest" pans over them both. "Stunning." "Flawless." "Mesmerizing." "Adorable." "Exquisit." "Heavenly." The words are littered all across her body. Because she may not see it now, or ever. But this is what I see when I look at her. This is what I have felt since the moment I met her. 

"What?" She looks at me through the mirror and my hands find her hips once again.

I rest my head on her shoulder. "I know you saw the comments on the video. You've been putting yourself down like crazy." I shake my head, "I just hate seeing you like this."

"Connor, I'm fine."

"I know," I say, even though I know it's not true. "But that doesn't change the fact that this is what you are. This is what I see every time I look at you. And not a single soul can tell me that you aren't good enough for me. Because let me tell you, you are so tremendously, outrageously out of my league. And I think you're beautiful, and stunning, and heavenly, and ravishing." Her eyes prickle with tears as I speak. I wipe at one that falls astray. "Why are you sad, love?"

She shakes her head vigorously. "No. I'm not sad. I just," she wraps her arms around me and buries her head in my neck. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but if I could go back and do it a hundred times over, I would. Because you," she takes in a shuddery breath, "you are amazinging."

I hold her tighter against me, "No. Oh, no, y/n. You. You are… well, you're my everything."

***

A/n: I know we all struggle with learning to love our bodies, trust me, I am still learning. But just know, that what you feel now is not necessarily how you will feel later on. It’s okay to not like everything about yourself, just try not to dread too much about it. Allow yourself to find things you like about yourself. And if there’s something you want to change, that’s fine, do it - but ONLY if you’re doing it for you, and not for other people. Not for aesthetic purposes. And another thing, gaining or losing weight is not a definite key to happiness, because these negative thoughts your having toward yourself are not going to change just because you lost/gained weight. Your brain is still your brain, and it’s your job to challenge those negative thoughts before they take you down dangerous paths.

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[thenamesseven]

Plot: You have a really bad feeling about Jisung’s race tonight. He keeps saying he will be okay but deep down you know that something might happen. In an attempt to drag him out of the race, you find yourself riding with him.

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of death (but nothing too strong)

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: Mafia/Street racer au!

A/N: Shoutout to the anon that suggested this! I‘ve never written something similar to this and it was pretty fun to do it! I hope you all enjoy this ^^

“Promise me you’ll be careful” 

The words escaped your lips before you even had a chance to stop them. No matter how embarrassing they were, how out of character it was for you to say something like that, the thought of losing Jisung because of a stupid car race scared you to death. 

Jisung smiled sweetly, jumping down to the ground from the hood of his car he had been sitting on besides you, with his hands in his pockets, Jisung lifted his eyes from the dusty ground to stare at you. Placing his hands on the hood of the car he managed to trap your legs between them, allowing him to get closer to your face “Are we going to get cheesy now?” He asked smirking, holding back a laugh when he saw you rolling your eyes as a response to his teasing, you honestly were not in the moods for his jokes tonight “It’s not like we’re dating, you rejected my dinner invitation”

“I said I would think about it” You huffed quietly, pushing him away when deep inside you only wanted to pull him closer to you. “Didn’t want to go on a date with you last night just to watch you die on the road tonight”

“I’m not going to die (Y/N), chill” Jisung chuckled, shaking his head as he crossed his arms on his chest “I asked you out yesterday because I felt like doing it” He shrugged playfully, not realizing you were ignoring all his attempts to cheer you up “I thought kissing you before letting you go home would give me some luck for today’s race” He laughed at his own words but it all soon faded when he noticed you didn’t even smile at him. Since you heard his friends Jeongin and Minho talking about how dangerous is opponents were tonight really freaked you out which made you try to convince him not to race but him, being the proud mafia guy he is, would never ever back up from a challenge, not even for you, his biggest crush. “Hey” Jisung’s smile softened and sadness tugged his heart when he saw your eyes getting watery with worried tears, before you could say something or move away to avoid his touch, he pulled you forward into his arms engulfing you with him warm and hot body.

Your hands unconsciously gripped the back of his jacket as you dig your face against the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent “Jisung just back down this one time, please?” You begged, his opponents didn’t like to play clean, they were cheaters and didn’t care about people losing their lives “If you die I will never ever forgive you” You whispered desperate, attempting one last time to keep him safe and sound by your side.

“Let’s do a bet” He proposed with a small, hopeful smile. Maybe if you saw he wasn’t as worried as you were he would calm down “Like the one we did when we met, alright?” He leaned back, both hands cupping your cheeks as he looked into your still sad eyes “If I win, you’ll finally date me and if I lose you’ll never ever talk to me again” Both of you knew there was no losing in this one, he either wins or dies.

“Let me ride with you then”

The determined tone in your voice might have surprised him but it definitely surprised you too. Never have you ever, in all the time Jisung and you have known each other, proposed racing with him. He knew you hated cars and how dangerous they were, you despised and didn’t understand the shot of adrenaline he got whenever he stepped on the gas pedal to fly on the road, dodging other cars, dodging death. 

“You’re not coming with me tonight” He shook his head “I’ll let you ride with me in my next race but not in this one” Jisung shook his head, determined to reject your idea

He didn’t know how stubborn you could be when you really wanted something “You either let me ride with you or I’ll ride with that driver over there that hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he got here” Jisung glanced at the guy you were talking about just to realized that indeed, his eyes were glued to the curve of your ass “He’ll say yes before I can even blink” You smirked, pulling your hand up to wave at him with a bright smile, the guy waved back at you almost immediately. “You said you wouldn’t die right? Then take me with you”

Jisung moved away from you frustrated, knowing that the possibility of being seriously injured -if not killed- tonight was pretty high. He knew that you were too stubborn to change your mind once it was set on something and he also felt like even when you would still be in danger, you would be safer in his car besides him rather than riding with some random dude who didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Looking at you, he felt the pressure of having his life in your hands, really making him consider backing up from the race for the first time in his whole life. He didn’t back up because his pride and ego were too big, he wouldn’t back up of the race because even when he was crazily in love with you Jisung wanted to show everybody that he still didn’t have a weakness. You weren’t a weakness for him, you were a reason to be brave and get through every single dangerous obstacle life put on his way. 

“Get in the car” Jisung said sighing, running his fingers through his hair as he glanced down at his watch. The race was about to start.

Getting on the passenger side you saw how Jisung casually leaned back against his yellow Lamborghini Aventador, arms crossed on his chest as his eyes followed the car that protected the people he hated the most, an enemy he had since he started ruling these streets. The guys rolled down their windows and smirked when they saw you inside, making you feel slightly intimidated, why did they look so happy? Again, the bad feeling that had only grown worse since you got here, took control of you allowing anxiety to have the spotlight of the moment. Your chest seemed to get heavier and the temperature of your body decreased even when, for some reason, you were sweating as if you were wearing a jumper in the Sahara desert. 

“Last chance to join the public” Jisung said with a sympathetic smile as he opened the door of his side. By just taking a look at your face he knew you were scared shitless but the fact that you wanted to take the risk of dying in this car with him tonight meant everything to him. “I won’t be mad if you want to get out of the car (Y/N)” He sat down on the driver’s seat, buckling up right before fixing the reviewer mirror.

“We’re in this together” You muttered clearing your throat, straightening in your seat as you buckled up too “Ride or die, remember?”

“How could I not”

The following minutes passed in slow motion for you. As soon as your eyes spotted the girl standing between the multiple cars prepared for the biggest race tonight, everything around you started moving in a really slow pace increasing the sound of ordinary noises such as your own heartbeat mixed with Jisung’s and yours breathing. You could hear people cheering and making bets incredibly loudly in the background getting hushed just by the roaring engines of the cars, you could smell the gasoline, you could taste the anticipation as you saw her pulling the flag up.

“We’re going to win this and I’m taking you wherever you want in the world (Y/N), you better think of a place during the ride because we’re taking a fucking plane tonight after this”

You looked at Jisung hearing the tension, the fear in his voice. He was not only trying to convince you but also himself about the two of you winning this race. You saw the usual little frown that appeared on his face whenever he got too focused on something, you heard his knuckles tightening around the leather of the steering wheel and then the flag dropped.

Along with your heart. It literally stopped beating.

Your eyes automatically closed when you heard the lamborghini’s engine roar as soon as Jisung stepped down onto the gas pedal, you had been trying to mentally prepare yourself for what was coming, you had tried to look brave for Jisung but you turned into the scaredy cat you were when the car started moving. Your hands were gripping the leather seat, probably ruining it since your nails were digging into it, your back was pressed up against the seat too since the vehicle was going too fast for your body to even move an inch. 

Minutes and minutes passed and you refused to open your eyes, sometimes somebody bumped into the car, sometimes Jisung would take sharp turns or even speed up more, the only thing he didn’t do during the entire time was slow down. It wasn’t until you heard him laughing that you were tempted to take a peek of what was going on.

“We’re almost there (Y/N)! We’re almost there!” Jisung shouted laughing, hands still gripping the steering wheel with so much force that his knuckles were turning white.

A genuinely happy smile came up to your lips as you started shouting incoherent stuff with him. None of you knew what the two of you were saying but it was mostly along the lines of ‘fuck yeah!’ or ‘we did it!’. Laughter and happiness filled the car when the two of you heard the cheering of the crowd getting closer and closer, you could even see Chan and the rest of the guys already celebrating Jisung’s victory.

Unfortunately, the problem didn’t came until Jisung stepped on the breaks.

“Jisung?” The two of you were dangerously close to the victory line and Jisung wasn’t slowing down even one bit, you thought he was doing it on purpose, just to show off a bit more or even to let you enjoy the few meters that were left now that your eyes were opened but when you turned to look at him as he frantically stepped on the breaks over and over again, you knew this was it. 

It was game over for the two of you.

“I-I don’t know what’s wrong” He stuttered, his body tensing up once again “Everything was going too well...Those motherfuckers probably did this while we weren’t paying attention” Jisung gritted his teeth, pressing the honk so hard that it wouldn’t surprised you if the whole city heard it. People started noticing something was wrong, panick was getting control of the whole situation.

“Now what!? Jisung there’s a lot of people there!” He stayed quiet, looking through his reviewer mirror “Jisung!” You shouted desperate, people were starting to notice he wasn’t slowing down and you could see the uneasy look on their faces.

“We’re going to have to jump” He announced camly “Take off your seatbelt and jump as soon as I tell you to” You looked at him with your eyes open wide, your heart beating a mile per second “It’s going to hurt but you won’t die, I won’t let you” He muttered, eyes glued to the road as he prepared himself for what was coming “(Y/N), I’m not joking, if you don’t jump when I tell you to then you’re not getting out of this one...God fucking dammit!” He screamed hitting the steering wheel, losing his cool for a second

“Okay” You muttered breathlessly “I’ll be fine, I’m going to be okay as long as you are too” Jisung nodded, hearing your seat belt coming off just as he took off his.

“Open your door” He muttered seriously “I’ll jump after you, need to turn the car around so those people there don’t get run over” 

“What? You need to jump too Jisung! What if you die! Jisung you ha-”

“Jump! Won’t say it twice (Y/N)!” 

The glare he sent your way told you he was being deathly serious and if you wanted the plan to go well you needed to listen to him. Staring at the hard ground for a couple of seconds, you took a deep breath before closing your eyes and letting yourself fall forward out and away of the vehicle. 

At first, the shock was so big that no pain came to your body but then as you noticed you were still alive and rolling away on the road, the burning sensation of your skin being scratched and your head getting hit with the floor for a couple of times hit you hard. You let out painful and weak groans, struggling to stand the pain that was overwhelming your body. Eventually you stopped rolling, laying on your back as your head fell to the side just to watch Jisung jump out of the car seconds before it run over his enemy’s car.

Your breath got caught in your lungs when fire painted the dark night sky as soon as the two cars exploded, Jisung was nowhere in sight and you couldn’t find enough strength in your body to stand up and see if he was okay, if he was alive.

“Jisung” You whispered, eyes getting watery as you attempted to sit up but couldn’t “No..no...no” A sob escaped your lungs when your eyes kept staring at the fire hoping to see him, to see something that would tell you he was okay. “Jisung” You tried calling his name louder but it wasn’t loud enough.

Suddenly, as if he had heard you, a shadow appeared in the fire, fighting it’s way through it and towards you. When your eyes went up to the shadow’s face and saw it was Jisung, more sobs escaped your chest simply glad that he was alive.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted, running and kneeling down besides you as soon as he got to you. His hands were on autopilot and before he could think what he was doing, he pulled your upper body up against him, pressing you as hard as he could to his chest “We made it...I told you we would made it!” He looked at you with the sweetest smile on his face, eyes meeting as his thumb wiped away your tears.

“We made it” You repeated chuckling, keeping your arms around him while people started approaching the two of you to check if you were alright

“Ride or die, my love?” He whispered kissing your head “It will always be ride for us, no matter what”

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[imyourliquor-youremypoison]

A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 3

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

A/N: In this story, Peter has Tom’s dog, Tessa.

Word count: 2.5k

Part 2 <<< >>> Part 4

MASTERLIST

                Despite following her home, Peter hadn’t felt right since that night a week ago, and his mind constantly jumped back to the scene he had witnessed on his way back from his daily beat around Queens.

                He kept thinking he could have taken another way, he could have gone home ten, or even five minutes earlier or later, and then he would have missed her. So many little things had factored in the fact that he saw what happened and intervened before it was too late, it made him dizzy to think about it. So many what ifs…

                He had seen her again in class, but she looked completely out of it too. She was a diligent student who always completed her work as far as he knew and seeing her zone out and distractedly doodle in her notebook inside of taking notes made his stomach churn. He knew she was shaken up by what happened, as any person would be in her stead, but it felt wrong that she would keep it all bottled up.

                It confirmed his guess about her having no real close friend to talk to, and he had half a mind to stand up in the middle of their applied physics tutorial to sit next to her in a show of support. Except it wouldn’t do, because the last time – and the first time – they interacted, she had yelled at him for standing in her way and not even donating his blood.

                Honestly, that wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t exactly tell her why he didn’t donate, now could he? Therefore, he stayed where he was, glancing at her every now and then, as if to make sure she hadn’t burst into silent tears or whatever, and barely listened to the tutorial himself.

                It wasn’t just in class either, Peter thought about it all the time. He thought about it way too much for someone who didn’t even talk to the girl or have any kind of relationship with her whatsoever. It kept him awake at night; it made him zone out during conversations with Ned; it distracted him to the point where his dog had to whine to get his attention when she needed to go out for a walk.

                It reached a point where he simply had to go talk to her, if only to put his own mind at ease and go back to his routine without having her constantly plague his thoughts.

                Like right now, for example. A little snap was all it took to make Peter come down from his cloud.

“Tessa! Tessa!” he called after his dog, who was now dashing away and through the campus, quickly disappearing from sight.

                He gave a disbelieving look at his hand, still holding the leash. The short leather leash that just snapped a second ago, allowing Tessa to run away like the devil himself was chasing her. It was more likely to have been a squirrel than the devil that got her to run like this, but the result was the same.

“Fuck,” Peter cursed before running after her.

If there weren’t so many people around, he could have caught up quickly, he could have used his powers – but no, Tessa had wanted to go for a walk now. In the middle of the afternoon. She was already so far ahead, his heart was pounding in his chest.

“Tessa!” he shouted, frozen amidst the crowd, looking around with a panicked look on his face.

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                  Emmeline had reasonably good reflexes. Granted, her mind was a bit elsewhere these days and she often caught herself being distracted in situations she should have been paying attention instead. But when she saw a blurry form dash towards her at lightning speed, recognizing it immediately, she jumped into action so quickly her brain didn’t even process what happened.

                She had been walking across the lawn to go to her favorite Sushi shop to buy tonight’s dinner, playing with her stress ball because it was the only thing grounding her this week, when it all happened.

                Emmeline brought two fingers between her lips and whistled loud enough to get the dog to freeze and look for the source of the sound, then she quickly threw her little ball to get its attention. Its ears perked up and it lurched forward to get the ball, not caring that it was a small moss ball. The idea was to distract the dog so its master could catch up – Emmeline was no stranger to dogs making a run for it and she saw the broken bit of leash still attached to its collar.

                It was a beautiful female pitbull with a light gray coat. She approached it slowly, making sure to not alarm the dog who didn’t know her, but she seemed friendly enough and let her into her close vicinity.

“Here, sweetie,” Emmeline purred, trying for a pat.

                The young pit immediately sat down and wagged her tail, looking at the girl with big, happy eyes, tongue out, ball in front of her.

“Well, aren’t you a nice girl,” she continued, now giving her ears a good scratch. “Where’s your master? Mmh?” she hummed, unable to stop talking to the animal.

                Now kneeling on the ground, Emmeline took the golden medal hanging at the dog’s collar between her fingers. It said ‘Tessa’, and on the back was a phone number.

“Let’s wait a few minutes before I call your master, what do you say?”

                Tessa answered with a low woof and then raised a paw, as if asking for a treat.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have anything with me at the moment.” She usually did carry around dog treats in her bag, but not when she was going to buy food. “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of treats once we return you to your master. He’ll be so happy to see you again.”

                People were starting to look at her weird for kneeling on the grass and cooing at a dog that wasn’t hers, having a full-on conversation with it too. She hadn’t talked this much to anyone in a week now, and it felt good just to not be silent all the time.

“Tessa! Tessa come here!” she suddenly heard someone call from a distance.

                Tessa must have heard it too, because she turned her head around, searching for the person calling her name.

“See? Didn’t need to call him.”

                Emmeline stayed down, holding Tessa by the collar since her leash had broken off, and waiting for the desperate shouts to come closer.

“Here!” she called, waving her arm to get the boy’s attention when she spotted him. He ran so fast, he was in front of her in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, my gosh, Tessa!” He nearly threw himself on the ground to hold his dog, making Emmeline laugh and finally stand up, dusting off her jeans who were now green at the knees. “Never do that to me again!”

                Emmeline said nothing but observed the two being reunited with a fond smile on her face, watching the boy shower his dog with love.

“Thank you so, so much-“ he started, looking up at her with a large smile full of gratitude. Then his smile dropped, and Emmeline frowned a bit too.

                It was him.

                She could tell he wanted to stand up, but he couldn’t just let go of Tessa what with the absence of leash. A slight blush crept to his cheeks and he looked a little bit to her left, right above her shoulder instead of meeting her eyes.

“S-sorry about her,” he started, stuttering out the first word. “She must have seen a squirrel or something, and this leash is so old, I should have bought a new one ages ago.”

“There’s a veterinarian just round the corner over there,” Emmeline said, not answering his apology. “You can’t go home like this, I’m gonna go see if they have a spare leash, stay here.”

“Wha- wait!” he called after all, still sitting on the ground. “You- you don’t have to- I can-“

“Just stay here,” she told him, glancing over her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

                She strode off as quickly as she could, going straight to the veterinarian. Her own cheeks were burning hot – with embarrassment. It was the boy from the Red Cross donation, the boy she had yelled at and belittled in front of a bunch of other students for no valid reason. Gosh, of course it had to be him, she couldn’t finish this week on a positive note.

                She shook her head. No, she couldn’t think like that. This was the perfect chance for her to apologize and make things a little better. It was a good occasion to flip this awful week around. Set her karma straight.

                Her feet brought her right outside the office, and she waltzed it like she owned the place. There was a little corner where they sold stuff, and Emmeline grabbed the most expensive leash - the same leash that she had at home, this way at least she knew this one was sturdy – and bought it, removing the tag as she stepped out.

                The way back was even shorter, and her legs were a little stiff from the tense power-walk. She was just finishing giving herself a pep talk when she reached Tessa and her master.

                He was now full on sitting crossed legged on the grass, giving Tessa belly rubs and letting her play with Emmeline’s stress ball. She would need a new one soon.

“Here you go.” She handed him the leash in a rather stiff manner, cursing herself for being so weird about this. Maybe he hadn’t even recognized her?

                Bullshit, he had recognized her the second his eyes had landed on her.

“Oh, thank you. You really didn’t have to-“ he started, clipping the new leash on Tessa’s collar and getting rid of the old one.

“Yes, I did,” Emmeline cut him off, hands in her pockets, staring at her boots. “I’m sorry about last week.”

                Peter’s shoulders relaxed and he finally stood up, Tessa by his feet, looking at the girl who had seemed so tough last week. She didn’t need to apologize, but he could see it made her feel better, so he didn’t try to convince her otherwise.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he chuckled a tad awkwardly.

                When she looked up and met his eyes, the laughter died in his throat. She had impressively deep eyes, very dark, captivating really. He could feel his face heat up again.

“It was uncalled for. I was upset and took it out on you,” she continued. “And I wanted to apologize, but I didn’t see you again, so…” she trailed off, pouting a little.

“We actually have a few classes together,” Peter told her, earning a startled look. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

                She sucked in her cheeks a little bit, staring at the hand he offered her. Just when he thought she was going to ignore him she took it in hers.

“Em,” she simply said. “And I’m also sorry for not realizing we shared classes.”

Could she embarrass herself any more than she already had in front of this boy? He seemed kind, she observed. The little crinkles at the corner of his eyes told her he smiled often. He looked like the kind of person who didn’t have a single mean bone in them.

“That’s okay, I’m very unnoticeable,” Peter teased her in an attempt to get a smile out of her. She had been smiling so bright when she petted Tessa, but her entire face dropped as soon as she stood up and began to talk to him. “Invisible, you could say.”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing.” She shook her head a bit, wishing she was a bit more invisible to the world. “It could be a superpower.”

                Peter laughed weirdly, it was a bit forced, but then again, Emmeline wasn’t the most at ease in this conversation, and it might have rubbed off on him.

“A superpower, yeah,” he repeated. “I’ve always wondered if the Invisible Man had to be naked in order to be fully invisible.”

                He could have smacked his head into a brick wall for saying that to this pretty girl who had just saved the day. It was their first real conversation, and he was geeking out on her and talking about nakedness. Just the way to a girl’s heart.

                But she laughed this time. And she brightened up the same way she had when she cuddled Tessa.

“Solid theory. You can see his glasses and hat after all, it would make sense.” She shrugged.

                Peter was so thoroughly dazzled that he did not know what to say in response to that. If he were having this conversation with Ned, he would know exactly what to answer, but this wasn’t Ned at all. This was the girl that had caught his eye a while ago, and who had just saved him from losing Tessa, and she just made a funny remark about a comics character.

“I- euh-“ Peter blushed so hard he had to look at his feet for a second to collect himself. “I’m going to finish this walk and go back to studying,” he blurted out. It wasn’t a lie, but he could have made a bit more time to talk to her before leaving.

“Yeah, sure.” Emmeline nodded a bit too vigorously. “I also have… things… to do.”

                She sure had gone a long way downhill since seventh grade when she had won that elocution prize. It was back when she didn’t cuss every other word.

“How much do I owe you for the leash?”

“Nothing.” She brushed it off with a wave of her hand. “Just bought the cheapest one, and I owed you a real apology so… take it.”

                Peter wanted to argue but she had a way of just ending the conversation that made it clear she would not take his money even if he shoved it into her wallet directly. She crouched down to say goodbye to Tessa, who licked her hand just as she reached for her chin to give her a few scratches.

“Tessa, c’mon,” Peter groaned. “Sorry about the dog saliva,” he told Emmeline with a sheepish look, his lips brought in a thin line.

“No worries, I’m used to it. I chose the dog owner life,” she laughed, rolling up her sleeve just a bit.

                Peter knew that of course, but he had to pretend he did not.

“What kind of dog?”

                Emmeline took her time in answering the question, eyes still focused on Tessa.

“Same as you. Female pit. Light brown with just-“ Her finger hovered above Tessa’s left eye to trace a circle. “One white spot here.”

                He didn’t say anything else because he couldn’t think about anything other than the way she smiled at Tessa, probably picturing her own dog, eyes full of affection. For a split second, he wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end of such a stare.

“Well, I’ll be on my way now,” she told him suddenly, standing up again and meeting his eyes with her intense dark ones. “I’ll keep my eye open in class and… maybe say hi?”

                God, Peter would like nothing more than that.

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