#trust me have i ever steered any of you wrong lol

[stevenrogered]

one day (the series) is, quite possibly, one of the most, if not the most, accurate book to screen adaptation i've ever seen. there was just one thing i hated from the ending of the book AND THEY ACTUALLY TOOK IT OUT OF THE SHOW.

put leo woodall and ambika mod in EVERYTHING together. shes an absolute star. and white lotus only scratched the surface of what he could do. the poor guy went THROUGH it as dexter, he had to cry so much and he's really good at it lol

#one day #one day netflix #ambika mod #leo woodall #dexter mayhew #emma morley #im actually in shock how good this is #i was hoping and it exceeded ALL my expectations #honestly this show is incredible #WATCH IT #trust me have i ever steered any of you wrong lol

[wintrcaptn]

Wish I Loved You In The Nineties | Ch. 2

Joel Miller x Reader

Summary : right person, wrong time. But maybe you can change Joel’s mind.

A/N: It’s a slow burn with angst. Sorry. But I promise when it gets spicy…it’ll be worth it!! Lol I hope you guys enjoy! Would appreciate any feedback!

3.1k words

Chapter 1

Warning : age gap (reader is of age!), cursing, angst,

The next morning had been quiet for the most part. Joel made coffee per usual, and left the mug next to my sleeping bag for me to wake up to.

Even when he was pissed off, he always made sure I woke up in a good mood.

After last night, I definitely needed some coffee. I tossed and turned all night, not able to shut my thoughts off from the kiss.

It wasn’t making any sense. Joel was the one person who knew how to get under my skin. Even though I trust him completely, I never saw him in that way. Or at least I didn’t think I did.

But if that was true…how would that kiss hold so much power over me?

I must’ve had these feelings for him without realizing, right?

I sat in the truck, sipping on my coffee, with my feet up on the dashboard trying to think back at all the significant times I had with Joel.

There must have been a moment when things changed. But when?

———

(Flash back 3 months prior)

“Do you ever smile?” I asked, sitting across from him as I ate, book in my lap. Tonight I was reading Pride and Prejudice for the hundredth time.

Joel leaned against a tree stump, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed. “No.” He groaned.

“Allergic to all things happy?” I teased.

His eyes shot open and glared at me. Eye brows furrowing, showing disdain in his features.

“Can I ask you something serious?” I asked.

Joel didn’t budge. He definitely didn’t stop glaring at me to show how uninterested he was in anything I had to say.

“Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes once again. Relaxing against the tree. “Because he was outstanding in his field.”

My eyes widened and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You do have a sense of humor!” You exclaimed.

“Shut up.” He groaned.

Just as you were gonna look away, you noticed the small smile forming on his lips. For some reason, it made you feel good to know that deep down he did like you. Maybe not like you in a sense that he’ll be your best friend, but he likes your company enough to keep you around. And for now, that was enough.

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(Now)

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, feeling a bit awkward from the silence but also content having him there with me.

Joel focused his attention on the road. He had one hand on the steering wheel while the other held his travel mug. He’d take sips from time to time but not once did her ever look back at me.

It was hard to read him. And it was killing me. I just needed to know he didn’t hate me or regret the kiss because I sure as hell didn’t. I wanted more. I wanted him.

And that’s when it hit me…there wasn’t really a significant moment that made me want him…

It was the little things he did. The way he made me feel safe. The way he made me laugh with his sarcasm, which I knew he was just using to keep me at a distance.

For all the little moments spent together, the pot of coffee he made for us every morning, the reassurance of making sure I was okay. The little random books he’d bring back if he went out on his own or any extra pens he’d find.

He may have been harsh most times. May mask his emotions with anger and annoyance, but as I sat here I realized Joel had shown me he was someone I could trust in the ways he took care of me. Protected me.

“Did you hear me?” His voice caught my attention, forcing me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry what?” I cleared my throat.

“I need the map.” He muttered. “Never mind”

He pulled off to the side of the road and leaned over me to retrieve the map from the glove box. His scent grew stronger as he got closer, making my stomach flutter. And my legs clench together.

“Tryna see how much longer we got til we hit Wyoming.” He mumbled. “Still got eight more hours.”

He folded the map on his lap, and glanced outside for a moment. His silence made me nervous. Sure, joel wasn’t talkative to begin with but this was different. And it was eating me alive.

“Joel—“

“Suns goin down, maybe we should set up camp somewhere close. Then leave in the mornin.” He cut me off.

In that moment, Joel put the truck in drive and drove deeper into the woods, away from the road.

My heart was pounding profusely sitting there in such close proximity. I had wanted things to go back to how it was before but there was too much tension. It was hard to even breathe.

“Joel…we should talk.”

“Ain’t nothing to talk about.” He said, not once looking at me.

“So I’m just suppose to pretend that kiss never happened?”

He shrugged. “Already forgotten.”

Suddenly, my heart shattered from just those two words that hung in the air making it unbearable to breathe. My chest tightened and tears began to well in my eyes.

“I wish I never met you.” I whispered, turning my gaze out to the passenger window, letting the tears roll down my cheeks.

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(Joel’s POV)

“I wish I never met you.” Her words were soft spoken but her voice quivered.

I knew that I had hurt her. Hell, I felt the same pain the moment I said it.

But I know I need to distance myself. I have to. Ever since I met her, I knew she was someone special.

She took her free time to read. She held on to hope and the idea of love so much that she never let this world get to her. Not even when those fucking assholes tried to take advantage of her and could have possibly killed her. If I didn’t—

She was gentle, and caring, and deserves more than anything I could ever give her.

Not only was I twice her age, my hands weren’t clean. I’ve killed people. A lot of them. Some who were probably just as innocent as her and—

I swallowed hard, and tightened my grip around the steering wheel, forcing myself to shake the thoughts.

Even if I were to change, I’ll forever be haunted by these memories.

Pulling up to a clearing. I parked the truck and quickly climbed out, letting the fresh cool air hit against my face. I finally let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

“I’ll keep watch tonight.” Her voice said, pulling me back to reality.

“Nah, that’s alright. You get some sleep—“

“I did last night.” She cut me off. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Look, I got helluva shot compared to ya. If someone were to sneak up on us, I have a better chance at protecting us over you.”

“And if you don’t ever sleep, we are as good as dead.”

She had a point. It’s been a few days since I really slept, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tired. But the thought of her awake all alone in these woods, while I was passed out…it didn’t sit right with me.

“No. I’ll be fine.” I stated.

Her face scrunched into a disgusted look and she rolled her eyes. “You’re so damn stubborn.”

“And you’re not?”

She grabbed her book from her bag and her sleeping bag and set it up in the back of the truck bed.

“Guess we will both keep watch tonight. I’ve had enough coffee to get me through the night.” She said, climbing up onto the truck. “Not like I can sleep anyways.”

“Do you ever listen? I said I will keep watch.”

“And I said no.”

We stared at one another, not once breaking contact for what seemed like an eternity. She had furrowed brows and her jaw clenched tightly. Almost a mirror of what I look like 24hours a day.

This wasn’t like her, and it definitely wasn’t something I was used to.

Sure she was someone who did what she wanted most of the time, but when I told her to do something like sleep, she’d do it without any fuss. And now she wants to fight back?

“Fine. Just don’t bother me. You stay there, and read your little book.” I walked over to the other side away from her but still in view. “And I’ll stay here. Got it?”

She only nodded and slumped down into her sleeping bag as she opened her book.

I sat up against a tree, my rifle right beside me as I watched around, making sure no one shows up.

A small lamp sat by her, illuminating her face just enough for me to see. Her gaze stayed glued on her book as she absentmindedly nibbled on her bottom lip. Something she did quite often.

Since the day I lost Sarah, I had no issues pushing people away. Hell, I even pushed Tommy away at some point.

I didn’t care to let anyone in cuz I didn’t want to feel anything but the anger I had since she died.

Then she came in to my life and suddenly, it took every ounce of energy to push her away. To keep my walls up. It was exhausting.

As I sat there, watching her carefully…studying her features like I were never to see her again.

It was hard to deny at times like these when the world was quiet and it was just us two under the same moon, the same stars…it was hard to deny how I felt about her.

No matter how hard I fought myself over it…or how many times I denied it…I couldn’t escape the truth.

She was in everything and all things in between. She took up every space in my head, every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.

“I can feel your eyes on me.”

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(Your pov)

I sat here, snuggled in my sleeping bag, trying hard to focus on my book in my lap. But it was useless. All I could think about was Joel.

Think about the way his lips felt against mine. The way his hands pulled me in closer against him. How much I wish I could go back to that moment in time.

My body grew hot from just the thoughts of him. It felt like I was being watched, at first I expected it to be all in my head but then I glanced up over at Joel across from me and noticed his stare.

“I can feel your eyes on me.” I said, shutting my book. “What’s your problem?”

Joel furrowed his brows and sighed. “Nothin, just read your damn book.”

“No.” I said feeling anger wash over me.

I know I wasn’t one to confront someone when I was upset, I usually shut down and hold things in but right now…I just couldn’t.

I got up and climbed off of the truck, making my way over to him. He propped up to his feet, obviously annoyed that I wouldn’t drop it.

But I didn’t care. I stood in front of him, my head tilting up too meet his gaze.

“Did you really forget about our kiss?” I asked, feeling a lump form in my throat.

“I ain’t doin this with you. Just leave it alone.”

“I can’t! Joel, I can’t.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned away from me. He mumbled something under his breath before turning back around to face me.

“I told you it was a bad idea. I told you not to mix your weird fantasies with me.” He said, voice mixed with anger and exhaustion. “I kissed you cuz you wouldn’t shut up bout it.”

Tears began to well and without a warning, they stained my cheeks.

“Why are you such an asshole?!”

“Why you such a brat?” He yelled back. “You never know when to stop. When to shut up. You just push and push and push. You’re nothing but a pain in my ass!”

I stopped for a moment, taking in his words. My eye brow twitched up and I couldn’t believe this was how he felt. After all this time, I thought he was slowly opening up to me but I was wrong. He really did hate me.

“Well, you don’t ever have to worry about me annoying you any longer.” I said, as I turned on my heels to pack my things.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like he had just knocked all the wind out of me. But I didn’t want him to see me weak. I didn’t want him to see that he truly hurt me.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” He asked following behind.

“I’ll grab my things and be out of your hair in no time.” I said.

“Where you gonna go? We are in the middle of nowhere.”

I just ignored him as I continued shoving my sleeping bag into the bag and my book back into the bag.

“Look, it’s late. Let’s just sleep it off and come dawn you can leave.” Joel muttered, shoving his hands deep into his front pockets.

“Why wait?” I threw my bags over my shoulders and slammed the truck door shut before turning to face him one last time. “Thanks for saving me that day. Sorry for sticking around, I just didn’t want to be alone.”

With that, I start toward the dark trees behind him. My heart pounded so fast, I could hear it in my ears but no matter how scared I was, I knew I couldn’t stay anymore. The more I looked at him the more I wanted him but he didn’t want me.

“Don’t be stupid! Get back here!” His voice was loud, and demanding. But that didn’t stop me from walking away.

“You don’t know what’s out there.”

“Guess I’ll find out.” I said.

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(Joel’s POV)

As the tension met its breaking point, I could feel myself grow frustrated by the second. She refused to listen like always, the sound of her steps grew fainter with each one feeling like a blow to my chest.

I balled my hands into fists, my knuckles turning white. “I ain’t gonna tell ya again.” My voice grew louder.

My feet had a mind of its own, stomping towards her. I didn’t care how stupid I looked right now. Fighting with the girl who I pushed away.

It didn’t take me long to reach her, but I didn’t hesitate to stop her. I grabbed her wrist and forced her to fall back into me.

“Let me go!” She demanded. But. I didn’t say a word. Instead I just stared at her with anger fueling me.

My jaw hurt from clenching is so tight, my nose flared as I scrunched my brows together. I was pissed. Beyond pissed. But I had no right and I knew I didn’t.

How did I even get here? When did I let things get this far? She was nothing to me just a little over a year ago. She has been nothing but a god damn nuisance since she came around and now I’m standing here wishing I could kiss her again. To pull her into me so close that I could feel her heart beat against me.

“Joel, you’re hurting me. Let, me go!”

I let go of her wrist, and grabbed her chin. Making her look up at me, fighting myself from kissing her. “Then fuckin listen to me.”

“Why should I?! You’ve been telling me to leave for months and now that I’m actually trying to leave, you won’t let me!” Her voice shook.

I finally released my grip I had on her. “It’s late, we are close to Wyoming. Tomorrow we will drive straight there and then we will go our separate ways.” I said. “You ain’t leavin here alone. I’m not gonna let something happen to you just because you dont know how to listen.”

“But—“

“Don’t cut me off.” My eyes were locked on to hers. The most I looked at her the more I realized just how screwed I was. She was seeping in between the crevices, she was getting to me. “Get your ass back to the camp site. Read your damn book and you do what I say when I say it…got it?”

I could see her take in every word before she nods in agreement.

“Repeat it.”

Before she opened her mouth, she quickly licked her lips. God, what I would do to taste those lips again. To feel them against mine, or wrapped around my—

“Do what you say.”

“Atta, girl.”

————

(Your POV)

My heart was pounding profusely, and so many different emotions washed over me.

I hated when Joel tried to control me. Hated when he talked down to me. But at the same time…I couldn’t help but yearn for more of it.

I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t think it was hot, but I had to try and shake the thoughts out of my head.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m only staying cuz I’m too tired to fight off clickers alone.” I lied. If I were being honest with myself, I really didn’t want to leave Joel in the first place. Being with him felt so right.

“Sure.” Was his only response.

He made me sit in the truck and he locked us in together.

The windows fogged from our breaths and the cold air from outside.

The silence was loud between us and I hated it. Maybe he was right. If I would’ve just listened and not beg him to kiss me…there wouldn’t be so much tension.

But of course, I don’t know when to shut up and stop.

“Here take this.” Joel said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

He wiggled himself out of his jacket and placed it over me. “Maybe now you’ll stop shaking like a damn chihuahua.”

I looked down at his jacket over my body and a small smile formed on my lips. Pulling my legs up to curl into a ball, the scent lingering off of his jacket filled my nose…it made my stomach flutter.

If he really didn’t care about me like he says, he wouldn’t go out of his way to make sure I was taken care of…right?

“Thank you.” I whispered just barely loud enough for him to hear.

———

Tagging ;

@evyiione @joeldjarin @titabel

#the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #tlou #tlou hbo #tlou2 #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine

[the-fo0l]

Tbh i won't mind if this acc ever becomes a 47 fan acc cuz i barely see any 47 fanfics😭 and i'm simp for that man<3(im recently in the fandom too)

Can i request a yandere 47 with a sleepy reader? Who basically just sleep everywhere and everywhere that would be interesting and probably stressful for him lol

Yandere!47 x sleepy reader

Notes: i think i would kinda mind if this became a 47 fan acc, don't get me wrong, i love him w all my heart but i have other characters and ideas

Warnings: none, I'm not a native english speaker, im totally fluent but this made me question my skills a bit

The drive back home was never quite fast enough.

The headlights were the only source of light on the rural road. Not like there was much to illuminate though, the night was overwhelmingly dark and the windsheild wipers couldn't do much against the pouring rain.

A palpable anxiety hung in the air, one that was only amplified by the fact that, aside for the harsh sounds of wind and rain outside, everything was completely silent.

God. He missed you so much

Your smile, your laugh, your touch, your expressions, opinions, thoughts, even your playful teasing.

This particular mission had taken unusually long. Well, the kill itself was quick, but the process of infiltrating for the required intel took much longer than he would've liked. He even had to spend a night in a hotel, not like he could sleep anyways. At least during the extra days away he had time to get you a few gifts (and by "a few" i mean seventeen).

His paranoia grew every passing minute that he wasn't with you, it was funny, how only you can bring out that kind of emotion in him. Of course a part of him knew you were okay, the house was stoked with everything you could ever need plus if someone broke through the security system he'd be the first one to know.

For a moment, 47's brought out of his thoughts as the road transitions from asphalt to gravel and the drive itself gets more uneven and noisy. It was a comforting sign that home wasn't much further.

Still, he couldn't help but be worried, worried about how you were doing, worried about how felt about him being gone for so weirdly long, worried over irrational scenarios where you accidentally hurt yourself.

It was times like these he wanted nothing more than to call you, to hear your voice and to talk to you, but he couldn't, he had made sure there was no line of communication between you two, thus no chance of calls getting traces.

So he kept driving, it was all he could do. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice how his grip on the steering wheel tightened and pressure on the accelerator got increased.

Would you be in the living room, binging that show you like? In the kitchen, having one of the pre-made dinners he prepared for you? In the bedroom, reading? Relaxing? Or, as you so often did, napping?

Relief washed over him once the house was in view. He could see that some lights were on but he couldn't see you in any of the large windows of the modern house.

He hastily parked, grabbed the supply bags and practically ran to the front door. 

The door smoothly slid open and 47 practically threw his bags on the floor, he couldn't care less about anything besides seeing you right now.

There was no sign of altercation in the house. Though, if someone were smart enough to find your location (and be stupid enough to think they'd get away with it) they probably wouldn't leave a trace.

After all, there was no shortage of people who wanted 47 dead, and they certainly wouldn't be afraid to use you against him (they should be). He couldn't even trust Diana with the knowledge of your existence.

The first floor was dimly lit, you never did like using the big light. A few dishes were left out in the kitchen and on the coffee table, and you had clearly made yourself comfortable with the pillows and blankets on the couch, but you were nowhere to be seen. 

47 made his way upstairs, quickly clearing other rooms on the way, since he was rather certain of where he'd find you.

He opened the bedroom door a lot more cautiously and carefully stepped inside. 

You were in a deep sleep, the blanket only partly covering your body. You had made yourself into the most comfortable position possible and he couldn'thelp but smile at the sight.

He should have expected this, the sound of rain outside had always been relaxing to you. It would be a crime to disturb you when you looked so peaceful, not that 47 had considered it.

He slowly sat down at the edge of the bed and took you in, your messy hair, relaxed expression, slow breathing. You looked like the most beautiful person in the world, the best person in the world, and you were, at least to him. 

God. He'd missed you so much.

The longer he sat there admiring you the harder he felt his heart swell with overwhelming adoration and love. He'd spent nearly a week yearning to get home, and only now that he was sitting beside, knowing you were safe, did he feel truly at home. It was a foreign feeling for most of his life, home. Before meeting you all it meant was the house one lived in most, but now, this house you two shared could get blown to pieces and he wouldn't care, as long as you were safe, and happy.

After a while he gently laid an arm over your hip and leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

His body and mind weren't quite ready to sleep just yet, so he begrudgingly pushed himself to get up. Now in a much calmer state of mind, he went to put away his gear and clean up the house. He wanted to prepare for when you woke, he wanted you to wake up to the smell of your favorite breakfast (plus the gifts he got you). 

He could already picture it. You groggily stumbling downstairs, your eyes lighting up when you see him in the kitchen, you hugging and greeting him like you usually do-

-He couldn't wait <3

#image you wake up and his blue eyed ass is just staring at you like 👁👁 #not sure how i feel abt this one guyysssssss #agent 47 x reader #yandere agent 47 #yandere agent 47 x reader #yandere hitman

[flightlessangelwings]

La Estrella de mi Vida, Part 2/3

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (nicknamed Estrella, no use of y/n)

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), handjob, unprotected sex, outdoor car sex, injury and blood (not super descript), reader has medical knowledge, hurt/comfort, feelings, fluff, lots of movie easter eggs in this one (please let me know if I missed anything)

Notes: This is my favorite part cause of all the fluff and feelings and sweetness! I see this part taking place about a year before the movie. And I promise the ending to this part is much happier than it was in part 1 lol! And I hope y’all enjoy the movie references I put in here too. Enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog to stay up to date on when I post!

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Your father’s clinic has been busier than ever lately. Part of you was grateful for it; helping your father out was a good distraction from your heartbreak, but at the same time it was draining work. You mostly helped clean and sitch up injuries, the same thing your father specialized in, and you also did all the books for him and helped keep the clinic running behind the scenes. 

Since there were few your father trusted, a lot fell on you.

Since the day Javi pushed you away years ago, you hadn’t been back to the compound. Yet, you thought about him often, especially when other cartel members would talk. Sometimes you saw one of Javi’s men, and the temptation was there to ask about him, but you kept your mouth shut.

A lot of the men you tended to sometimes hit on you while you helped them, but they usually backed off once they realized you were the doctor’s daughter. Mostly you ignored their advances, you were used to the looks anyway, but lately you would pick select men to see for one night to try and fill the void that Javi left. None of them ever lived up to Javi though, and you never called them again. Not that they expected any more than one night with you anyway.

“Mijia,” your father called from his office one afternoon.

You rushed in since his voice sounded urgent, “Something wrong?”

“I need you to go on a house call for me,” he hung up the phone and stood, “The Martinez brothers are keeping me busy here and the Gutierrez estate just called needing help.”

The name froze you in place, “Javi…” you whispered.

“It doesn’t sound too critical, there was a car accident and he can’t make it over here. I think you can handle that on your own,” your father tried to reassure you as he crossed the room and put his hand on your shoulder, “You got this, corazon.”

While you hadn’t told your father the details of your brief relationship with Javi, he was a smart man and he knew something was up when you came home the next morning with a solemn look on your face. Of everyone that he saw in the clinic, your father would have been happy to see you with Javi. He was a good judge of character, and he could tell that Javi was a good man with a good heart and would take care of you when he couldn’t. But, it didn’t seem in the cards for you, so your father just supported you as best he could, even in his older age now.

“I’m proud of you, you know that right?” Your father nudged you to try and coax a smile. He noticed the way your body tensed at the name, and though he knew you weren’t happy about it, you could go since he asked you to. Still, he truly meant those words to you. Although there were times he wished he could have given you a better, safer, more stable life, your father was still grateful to have you by his side.

“Thanks papa,” you flashed a brief smile and gave him a hug before you gathered your supplies and went on your way.

You gritted your teeth the entire drive to the Gutierrez compound as you mumbled incoherent curses to yourself. This was the last place you wanted to be, but duty called. You were good at what you did, though it wasn’t your calling. It was just what seemed like the next step in your life, following your father’s footsteps.

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as the massive estate came into view, “Dammit, Javi,” you muttered to yourself as you forced yourself into a more neutral expression. How would you react when you saw him again for the first time in years? Part of you wanted to just slap him silly, but you also couldn’t help the nervous butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of seeing him again. The guard let you in and you quickly made your way into the grand room where they kept Javi.

But all your conflicting emotions vanished when you walked into the room and saw Javi lying on the couch in a bloody mess. Even from a distance, you saw a huge bruise on his cheek and his side was soaked in blood. He looked terrible, and yet when he saw you, his face lit up and he looked just as beautiful as the day you last saw him.

“Mi estrella…” his voice was so soft that you barely heard him, but you knew exactly what he said.

Suddenly, nothing from the past mattered anymore and all you cared about was getting him fixed up, “Shit Javi, what happened?” you asked as you rushed to his side and quickly dug out your tools.

Javi let out a labored laugh, “It was stupid,” he dropped his head in embarrassment, “I was driving through the cliffs and lost control.”

Somehow, his story was a relief to you: no gunfight, no break in, so cartel related battle, just a car accident. “Let me see,” you gently coaxed his hand from his side to inspect the wound underneath. It was a good sized gash, but it was superficial, so you quickly ruled out the possibility that something punctured an organ. There were several more cuts and bruises along his torso, with one more major one along his collarbone, and a bruise on his cheek and cut above his eyebrow. Overall, it was messy, but nowhere near as bad as it could have been.

“It looks worse than it is,” you sighed with relief, “This just may sting a bit while I clean and sew this up,” when your eyes met Javi’s again, the look on his face nearly took your breath away. But, you quickly regained your composure, “Do you have any drugs in your system right now?” you asked.

Javi only giggled as his head fell back onto the couch, “Ay, estrella…” he sounded like he wasn’t fully here, and it partly gave you the answer you needed. Still, you needed to know exactly what he took.

“Javi,” you made yourself sound as stern as you could.

He lifted his head and looked you in your eyes and you swore the world around you froze for a moment. After a pause, Javi exhaled and admitted quietly, “LSD.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed deeply, “You took LSD and then went driving in the cliffs?! How could you be so reckless?” Your voice trembled more than you wanted it to, but you bit the inside of your cheek to keep any tears at bay.

It must have been the worry in your eyes or the tone of your voice, but the grin on his face melted away into a more somber expression, “I am sorry, estrella,” he said sheepishly.

Not sure what to make of his demeanor, you just stared at Javi for several moments. It wasn’t until he hissed in pain that you remembered why you were here in the first place. You quickly grabbed some materials from your bag and got to work, “Ok, I’m going to use some numbing here so I can close this wound,” you told him as you used disinfectant on his skin and prepped the needle, “This will pinch a bit, but then you shouldn’t feel anything other than pressure.”

“I trust you,” Javi whispered your name as he stayed still and let you work.

You didn’t dare look him in the eye again, but you felt his intense gaze on you the entire time. The wound truly wasn’t as bad as it looked once you cleaned away all the blood, and no major blood vessels were damaged. While Javi remained silent and watched you during the whole process, you talked him through every step you made, just like you would any other patient. You still kept your eyes away from his face, but you hoped it brought him some comfort.

Once the big gash on his side was sealed, you turned your attention to the smaller marks and cuts. First, you inspected and bandaged the slash on his collarbone, and you tried your best to ignore the feeling of the soft skin of his chest or the steady beat of his heart under your fingers. Then you cleaned and disinfected the smaller cuts along his skin until only the bruise on his face remained.

That was when you had to look into Javi’s eyes again, and the look on his face nearly made your heart explode from your chest. He looked so sincere, and he looked like he wanted to say something to you, but held himself back. 

The truth was he wasn’t to tell you how sorry he was for that morning, and how much he missed you. He wanted to explain everything to you, and tell you that he only ever wanted to protect you.

But now was not the time.

“Ok, that’s it,” your voice broke Javi out of his own head, “The numbing will wear off in a few hours. Make sure you take something for the pain because you’ll be sore. And no more acid until you’re healed… And don’t drive while you’re high for fuck’s sake please Javi.”

Your words brought a soft smile to his face. With everything he wished he could tell you, he wasn’t sure how to respond, so he decided to try and make you smile instead, “So you think I’ll live?”

Javi got his wish and you cracked a slight smile at his joke. Not like you hadn’t heard that joke a thousand times before, but this felt different coming from him, “It was touch and go for a bit,” you joined his banter, “But I think you’ll be ok.”

He grasped his chest dramatically, “Oh thank you, thank you! I owe you my life.” If you only knew how much he actually meant those words, even if he was joking with you at that moment.

You rolled your eyes playfully and stood up, “Just take it easy, Javi. I’ll come back in a couple days to check on you.”

“I look forward to it, mi estrella.”

The tone in Javi’s voice awoke something within you, and you swallowed hard to contain the sudden rush of emotions and ran through you. With a nod, you turned and left. And for the second time in his life, Javi watched you walk away though everything in him screamed to tell you to stay.

Like clockwork, you came back three days later to change the bandages and check on Javi. He looked drastically improved from the day you saw him covered in blood, and that you were grateful for. The truth was you hardly slept all those days, too worried for Javi to sleep. And Javi practically counted the hours until he saw you again. It was easier for him to push you away when he didn’t see you, but now that you were in front of him again, he felt weak against his own feelings for you.

“You did a good job,” Javi praised you as you put away your materials.

“Thanks,” you replied, “Years of patching up drug dealers and arms traders really prepared me for this one,” you added, trying to stay light-hearted. But the heaviness hung in the air despite your best efforts.

Javi stared at you as you lingered and fiddled with your fingers. Both of you seemed like you had so much to say to the other, yet neither of you were sure how to start that conversation. So, you just stayed awkwardly in Javi’s large house as the clock ticked the seconds.

“Well, if you’re better, I guess I should g…”

“Do you want to take a drive out to the cliff with me?” Javi cut you off before you had a chance to leave him again.

You gave him a stern expression, yet it held no malice. After a pause, you finally answered, “You clean today, Javi?”

He let out a deep breath of relief as a smile flashed across his face, “I swear.” 

The cliffs were sincerely stunning. No wonder Javi liked to drive out here so much. It was beautiful and peaceful, with just the trees and bushes around for miles on one side and the coast on the other. It felt like you and Javi were the only two people in the world while you were out here, and all of your problems and troubles were far behind. Javi drove in a comfortable silence for some time until the sun started to drop in the sky.

He parked the truck along the cliff so you could settle in the back and watch the view. The way the sun glistened off the waters was breathtaking. The faint sounds of the waves crashing against the cliffs below only added to the serene atmosphere.

“It’s so beautiful,” you sighed as you gazed out along the water.

“It is,” Javi agreed, never taking his eyes off you.

The two of you were seated side by side in the back of his truck, your hands close enough to touch. Though you both felt the warmth of the other, neither of you dared to move and touch the other. Perhaps neither of you were sure what would happen if you gave in to that temptation. And you did not want to get yourself into a similar situation as the last time you were alone with Javi and gave into your feelings.

Both you and Javi opened your mouths and turned to the other at the same time. Your overlapping words drowned out the other as you both tried to talk at the same time. But, as you looked into Javi’s eyes, suddenly you felt a warmth and you couldn’t help but giggle, to which Javi quickly joined in.

“You go ahead,” he insisted as he sat back and waited for you to gather your thoughts once more.

“I just,” you let out a deep breath, “I can’t believe I’m here… With you.”

“I cannot believe it either,” he whispered.

You exhaled heavily, “It’s just… What happened, Javi? That morning?”

When you turned and met his eyes, Javi wasn’t prepared for the hurt he saw behind them. It felt like he got punched in the gut when you looked at him like that. “I…” he paused, “I couldn’t…”

 Before he could finish, you felt a sudden rush of emotions and you couldn’t help but burst out, “Do you have any idea how used I felt? You fucking broke my heart, Javi!”

“I’m sorry, estrella. But I did what I had to do,” he tried to fight the tears, but his eyes watered anyway. It was the last thing in the world he wanted to do, yet he still hurt you anyway, and for that Javi could never forgive himself.

Tears of your own formed as you choked back a sob and raised your voice, “Have you even thought about me at all? Or was I just a distraction for you?”

“You were never just a distraction! I thought about you every single day!” Javi shouted back, “Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you. Your perfume stayed in my room for days… and every time I looked at the stars… I remembered how beautiful you looked in their light. Everywhere I looked I was reminded of you.”

“Then why did you push me away?” This time your voice was just a whisper, but Javi heard the pain behind your words.

That was it, Javi couldn’t keep the secret any longer. Between the emotions he felt and the way you looked at him, he knew you deserve the truth, “To protect you,” he paused when your eyes went wide, “When my cousin took over the cartel, he made me be the figurehead. And he told me it was the best way to protect you but… I knew you wouldn’t be safe if you were seen too much with me. And I could bear putting you in danger because of me.”

You were stunned into silence for several long moments as you processed what he told you before you spoke again in a soft tone, “Javi, you forget who my father is. I’ve been in danger since the day I was born. Let me make my own decisions on what I want to risk.” 

Javi was stunned. “And you would take that risk… for me?”

You leaned forward and cupped Javi’s face, “I would,” you whispered before you took his lips with your own. 

Javi moaned into your mouth as he grabbed onto your arms. His lips parted for you and the moment your tongue hit his, an explosion of emotions and memories flooded his veins. The taste of you may have left his tongue, but it never left his mind, or his heart.

But suddenly, Javi was brought back to the present when you moved yourself into his lap and straddled him. Your lips never left his as you shifted and settled yourself over him.

“W-wait…” Javi breathed. He couldn’t let you go, but the weight of his burden was heavy on his shoulders still. And though you made your own decision, Javi still worried for you. 

“What’s wrong Javi?” you asked, sacred that you might lose him again because of your boldness.

Javi’s fingers tapped random patterns on the skin of your arms, “Are you sure we should be doing this, estrella?”

The fear in Javi’s eyes made sense now, and you let out a deep sigh as you studied every tiny expression in his face. It took a moment for you to answer his question with one of your own, “Are you going to break my heart again?”

The question made his face drop and his eyes misted. Javi stared back at you as he processed the emotions you held in your face. “I only tried to protect you… But I promise you,” he whispered your name, “I will never hurt you ever again.”

You exhaled deeply as a soft smile flashed across your face, “Well figure this out,” you leaned in and hovered your lips over his once more, “We’ll find a way. That’s my promise.”

Javi said your name in a soft prayer as he cupped your face. His thumb brushed your cheek as happy tears welled in the corners of his eyes, “You are…”

Before he could finish his thought, you crashed your lips into his as you grabbed the collar of his shirt. Javi let out a muffled moan as he tightened his grip on your face. He was immediately lost in your touch, but not so lost to miss the tears of your own that fell down your face and splashed his hands. A sudden desperation came over both of you as you both tugged at the other’s shirts hastily until you were both topless.

But before Javi could reach for you, you already fiddled with the zipper of his pants. When your eyes met his, he saw the fire that burned there, and he remembered the last time you looked at him like this. Instead of fighting you, Javi just rested his hands on you once more and let you take the lead. A smirk flashed on your face when you understood the wordless gesture.

His pants were silky soft under your fingers, and the zipper came undone easily. You were too eager, too filled with need to get his pants off entirely, so you focused on just freeing his cock. A low whimper escaped your lips when you set your eyes on him again after all those years, and Javi’s cock twitched in your hand at the sound you made.

“Estrella…” Javi whispered as his hands roamed all over your skin wherever he could reach.

“Javi,” you echoed as you wrapped your hand around his length and slowly pumped him.

His eyes fluttered shut as he rocked his head back the moment you touched him. To have you again after all these years was surreal to Javi, yet he didn’t want to wake up if this was a dream. He thought of you every night, every time he jerked himself off he pictured you. Every night when he went to bed he remembered what it was like to have you there with him. Truly not a day went by that you didn’t cross his mind at least once.

But the reality was even better.

Javi moaned as you stroked him harder. Your hand was so soft and warm, and you squeezed him just in the right spots. As you sped up, Javi groaned louder and tightened his grip on your shoulders. He saw stars every time you reached the tip and rubbed your thumb across the sensitive skin there. And when you hit the base and gently tickled his balls, Javi inhaled sharpy and his eyes flew open.

He wanted you to keep going. He never wanted you to stop pleasuring him with your expert touch. He never wanted you to let him go. He wanted to surrender to you forever. But, Javi also wanted- needed- to be inside you again.

“Wait,” Javi panted.

Immediately, you stopped and rested your hand on his chest, “What’s wrong?” you asked in concern.

“Need you… Estrella…”

Even though the broken thoughts and heavy breaths, you knew exactly what Javi wanted… What he needed. And you wanted him inside you just as badly as he did. It had been far too long since the last time you saw him… had him. As much as you tried not to, you thought about Javi all the time. The way he made you feel was unlike anyone else before, and you were sure you wouldn’t feel like that towards anyone else but him. Javi was special, and he was the only person in the world who held your heart.

“Oh Javi,” you let go of his cock and dug your palms into his chest as you lunged forward and kissed him desperately.

Moans and groans from both of you reverberated between your bodies as you rocked your hips against his. You squeezed and massaged Javi’s chest while his hands dropped down to your ass and gripped it firmly. He smirked as he swallowed the moan you let out before he hastily worked on removing the rest of your clothing.

The kiss deepened as Javi stripped you without breaking away for even a second. He missed the taste of you, and he wanted to spend as long as he could tangled with you. And you didn’t want to break away either.

In what felt like a flash, you found yourself in Javi’s lap in nothing but your bra and panties. The rest of your skin was exposed to the world, and the crisp fresh air made your skin break out in soft goosebumps. But, the heat from Javi’s touch perfectly balanced the cool air from the sea, and everything just felt right. It felt like you were meant to be here, in this moment, with him.

And the sight of you in just your lingerie only made the beautiful scenery around you all the more radiant. The setting sun made you glow, and the way the light reflected in your eyes made you look like a goddess.

“Javi… Please…”

It was your turn to plead desperately as the two of you lost yourselves in the other’s eyes.

“I’ve got you, Estrella,” Javi guided your hips over his cock with a tender touch.

You let out a sigh as you pushed your panties to the side and lined yourself up with the tip of his length. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as you felt the thick yet familiar stretch of Javi’s cock against your pussy. Javi let out a whine as he watched you slowly sink onto him and he disappeared inside you. 

As your warmth immediately engulfed him, Javi let out a whispered, “Fuuuck,” and gripped you even tighter.

“Shit,” you murmured as you fully sat yourself on his lap and felt his length fill you up completely, “Fuck Javi I’ve missed this.”

Javi let out a labored chuckle, “Estrella I have missed you every fucking day.”

Fresh tears formed in your eyes before you could stop them as you looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity there. Everything about this moment was perfect, and the only negative either of you could think of was that it took so long to get here.

Not trusting your voice, you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his as you slowly lifted yourself up and then back down. Javi wrapped his arms around you and held you as you rode him in a slow and steady rhythm, both of you moaning and breathing heavily in the other’s air.

As the need grew, you moved faster. Your moans got louder as you impaled yourself on Javi’s cock over and over again. Javi grunted as your heat enveloped him over and over again. You were so wet and warm and comforting, and Javi was sure this time he wouldn’t let you go. 

Javi grunted as he ran his hands up your sides and cupped your breasts through your bra. His action made you moan loudly and you threw your head back. Your sounds echoed through the cliffs but you didn’t care. All you cared about was Javis’s hands on you and Javi’s cock inside you.

“Ay, Estrella,” Javi groaned before he leaned forward and bit down on your exposed neck, “You drive me crazy,” he licked and sucked wherever he could reach.

“Oh fuck… Javi…” you couldn’t form any further thought than his name.

“Your beauty compares to nothing,” he murmured against your skin, “I am the biggest fucking idiot for letting you go before,” Javi moved his hands to your back and nudged you forward so that your gazes met again, “I will not make that mistake again.”

“Javi,” you were breathless as you stilled yourself for a moment.

He smirked, “Now let’s make up for lost time.” 

This time Javi took the lead as he positioned himself below you. He bucked his hips up as he thrust into you from below, which made you scream in pleasure.

“Fuck!”

He held you close as you placed your forehead on his again. Javi’s sudden enthusiasm caught you off guard and all you could do was hold on to him while he pounded into you from below. 

It didn’t take long for a familiar warmth and tingle to spread from your core. And as your moans got louder and louder, Javi could tell you were close. And his own grunts and moans mirrored yours as he was close too.

“You going to cum, Estrella?” Javi strained his words as he didn’t let up his pace.

“Yes,” you whispered, “I’m so close, Javi.”

He groaned as you cleaned around him, “Me too,” he kept one hand around you while the other snuck between your bodies and played with your clit, “Cum with me, hermosa.”

The scream you let out went right to Javi’s cock and he couldn’t help but thrust harder and faster. He moaned your name as he felt his climax quickly approach, and the way you dug your nails into his shoulders told him you weren’t far behind. With just a few more thrusts, both of you came at the same time; moans and curses and whimpers flowed between you as you both rode out your orgasms together.

You trembled against him, and you felt his body do the same. Sweat lined both your bodies as the heat spread between you. It was hot and heavy and desperate and the way you rocked against each other spoke everything that words couldn’t.

When neither of you had anything more to give, you both collapsed down onto the flatbed of the truck in a sweaty panting mess. Heavy breaths were the only sound for several minutes as you laid on top of Javi, his cock still buried deep inside you. But it was a comfort for both of you; neither of you were ready to lose that connection just yet. 

But as the sun set, a chill ran up your spine and you knew you had to move.

“Hang on Estrella,” Javi slowly pushed himself up, “I’ve got you.”

You whimpered as you felt him pull out of you, but Javi never broke away from you completely. Even while he settled himself and reached for a blanket, he always kept at least one hand on you. Too tired to move too much, you let him care for you as he pulled you against his chest and wrapped his arms and the blanket around you.

For some time, you both just laid together like that in the truck as the sun set. Javi gently caressed you as you laid on his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat. It wasn’t what you expected would happen, but you wouldn’t complain at all. It was perfect anyway, and it was all because of Javi. No words were needed for a long while as you laid comfortably together.

“Do you think you’ll take over when your father retires?” Javi broke the silence with something that had been on his mind for some time.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “He never said anything either way to me, but it’s not like I can just leave completely. You and I both know that this isn’t a world you simply walk away from.”

“I know…” Javi paused as he just held you tight, “What would you do if you had the choice?”

“I’m not sure, I never really was given an option so I never thought about it,” you shifted so that you looked into Javi’s eyes, “What about you? What would you do if you could?”

“I’ve… I’ve always wanted to write a screenplay,” he admitted shyly.

A smile lit up your face, “You should.”

“You really think so?”

“I do,” you placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, “That eulogy you wrote for your father was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I think you would be amazing.”

Javi only exhaled with a bewildered smile on his face before he guided you back down to rest on his chest. A comfortable silence fell between you again, and you just stayed in Javi’s arms for some time as you both watched the sun set completely.

“Who is your favorite actor?” Javi changed the subject into something lighter. Perhaps he just wanted to feel like he was on a real date with you, no pressures of the underground world, no dangers, no worries. Just you and him.

“Hmmm,” you thought for a moment, “Oscar Isaac.”

Javi scoffed playfully, “Of course he is,” he teased as he gave your shoulders a squeeze.

“Don’t be jealous,” you retorted right back as you poked his stomach, “What about you? Who is your favorite actor?”

He didn’t answer right away, and just fell silent as he scrunched his eyebrows deep in thought. After some time, he broke the silence with a question you didn’t expect, “Estrella, can I show you something I have never shown anyone before?”

You lifted your head and looked at him with a puzzled expression, “Please don’t tell me you have a large drug stash… Or a pile of bodies or something.” You were only half joking since you had no idea what he was up to the past few years. And you wondered what his question had to do with his favorite actor, “You don’t have your favorite actor chained in your basement do you?”

“No, no,” Javi chucked, “Nothing like that,” he paused, “Come, let me just show you.”

“Ok…” you trusted Javi, but you still had no idea what to expect as you both got dressed and hopped into the front of the truck.

But whatever you were expecting definitely wasn’t this.

“Oh… Wow…” you were at a loss for words.

Javi seemed nervous beside you, “You don’t think it’s ridiculous?”

On the far end of Javi’s compound was a sealed room with a mirrored door and inside was the largest collection of Nicolas Cage merchandise you had ever seen in your life. Everything from movie posters to signed photos to movie props lined the walls. You knew he was a big fan of the actor, but you had no idea Javi was emmassing a collection like this.

But, you had no judgment whatsoever, “Not at all,” you turned around and faced him and kissed him softly, “You truly have it all, it’s impressive really.”

Javi rested his arm on your waist and pulled you close with a laugh, “I don’t have it all, estrella, not yet.”

The cheesy line made you burst into laughter as you placed your hand on his chest, “Javi…”

He joined your laughter and the two of you just stayed like that, enjoying the other’s company as you descended into a fit of giggles. Javi took the opportunity to kiss your cheek as he pulled you in closer.

A week later, a package arrived at Javi’s compound with a note on it. When he opened the letter, it was your handwriting:

“For the man who has everything.” 

Inside the box was a sequin pillow. It was red and shiny at first, but as Javi ran his hand across it, a face appeared. He couldn’t help the bright grin on his face as his curls fell into his eyes as the face of his favorite actor was revealed. A joyful tear rolled down his cheek as he held the pillow close and whispered…

“Te quiero, mi estrella.” 

#Javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #Javi Gutiérrez x reader #javi g x you #javi g x reader #fic: la estrella de mi vida #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x y/n #javi gutierrez imagine #javi gutierrez fic #javi gutierrez fanfiction #javi gutierrez fanfic #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #the unbearable weight of massive talent #the unbearable weight of massive talent fic #tuwomt #tuwomt fic

[monsoon-of-art]

so I don’t have any PLA stuff for WIP Wednesday...so here’s a small drabble with Dragonfly/Clay/Hayday that I wrote for my class lol

“I don’t know why we have to ask him for help.” Clay grumbled. “We’re fine on our own.”

Dragonfly tried to placate him, “Hayday certainly isn’t the most…trustworthy of people we know. But that’s exactly why we need him.”

“We’re heroes!” he insisted, his exaggerated gestures and irritation causing bits of his body to drip off, like a soggy rag. Being a person made of clay, his form was never completely solid; his amorphous-like body was constantly dripping a little, but it was more apparent when he was agitated. “He’s a bad guy!”

She put her hands up to settle him down. “Yes. That’s why we need his help. I don’t know how to steal, Hayday does! C’mon, can’t you trust me? Have I ever steered you wrong before?”

He visibly drooped, pouting. Dragonfly gave him a pat on the shoulder, taking a moment to wipe off the residual goop off on a nearby building. “There’s good in him, I can tell. I know you don’t like him, but you need to give him a second chance.”

She did not comment on the incredulous look Clay gave her. Instead, she started up her wings; top-of-the-line technology that her father invented, allowing flight with the aid of a set of insect-like wings. “He’s bound to be around the city somewhere, let’s go find him.”

With the two of them taking to the skies and rooftops, and their search didn’t take long.

Hayday was a living beanpole of a man; lanky and tall, with barely any real muscle on him. His straw colored hair stuck out unevenly under his stetson hat, most of his face covered with a mask save for his green eyes and mouth.

A thief by trade, Dragonfly and Clay had run into him many times. Despite his pension for theft and the intimidating scythe he often wielded, he was more harmless than anything.

Hayday had the look of a villain, but never the bite of one.

He was on a rooftop in a less populated part of the city, pacing and seemingly muttering to himself. Upon seeing the duo, however, he tensed up, gripping the handle of his scythe tight.

“Well, well, it’s not often we meet like this, Dragon.” he said with a touch of a southern drawl, leaning against a nearby air conditioning unit with a suspicious frown. “I haven’t done anythin’ yet, ya know.”

“Yet.” she echoed, landing beside him. She paused, waiting a moment for Clay to catch up. He did not have wings, but the fluidity of his body allowed him to mostly keep up with her flying speed by bounding from roof-top to roof-top.

Crashing next to her with a visceral splat, Clay quickly reformed to his more ‘human’ form. “I think I caught a pigeon again.” he groaned, reaching into his body and pulling out a confused, slightly damp pigeon.

Hayday visibly cringed at the sight, having difficulty tearing his eyes away from the damp bird on the floor. “Listen, I don’t have time for this - What do you two want from me?”

Dragonfly closed her eyes and exhaled. “Look, I - We need your help.”

Hayday started to snicker, his subdued sneer threatening to split ear to ear. “You’re asking me, me, for help? Did ya finally fly headfirst into a building?”

“As far as you know, I have not!” She shot back. “We need your help to steal the dragon’s heart ruby from the museum.”

At that, he burst into a cackling laugh, almost doubling over in the process. “You, you want ME to help YOU steal?? Goody-Goody Dragon wants to steal?! Finally giving up the hero business?”

“We aren’t giving up!” Clay practically snarled. “We are going to steal for good reasons!”

“Oh really? Do tell! Are you going to steal from the rich and give it to the poor? Are you going to steal balloons to give to sad children?”

Dragonfly cleared her throat, giving the two of them her best serious look. “We have good word that Snake Eyes’ men plan to break into the museum and steal the ruby in the next few days. We plan on getting there first and planting a fake.”

“See? See? We’re stealing for good!” Clay continued to insist.

Upon hearing the reasoning, Hayday shook his head. “Mistake number one; I don’t mess with Snake Eyes. I stay outta dealings involving the mob, we’re not on the best of terms.”

Clay tilted his head, bits of himself dripping off as he did so. “What did you do?”

The man grew quiet, adjusting his hat to cover most of his face. “I don’t like talking about it.”

“If we do everything right, Snake Eyes won’t even know what happened until much later.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Mistake number 2;” Hayday continued, growing serious and his voice becoming deeper. “I don’t do things for free. I have better things to do with my time.”

Dragonfly thought about this for a moment, before giving him a smile. “What about the satisfaction of doing a good deed?”

“...do you hear yourself, sometimes?”

Her smile fell. “Fine. I’ll buy you dinner. Happy?”

Behind her, Clay let out a horrified gasp. “You don’t make deals with criminals!” he half hissed, half whispered.

But for the first time in the conversation, Hayday seemed genuinely interested. Drumming his fingers against his scythe handle, he asked, “You’ll buy me dinner, huh? Anywhere I want?”

“It’d be after the heist, and it wouldn’t be a date-”

“I never said it was? I’m interested in the free food, not you.” He shot back. Then, he gave another moment of consideration. “Fine, fine. I’ll help ya. But the second things get dicey, I am out.”

“From you? I’d expect nothing less.” Dragonfly grinned.

#myocs #dragonfly #hayday #clay #mywriting #if the 12 people in my class on on tumblr dni

[drabbles-mc]

Let Me Take You Home

Horacio Carrillo x OFC

Gift for @beecastle​ as part of the Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022

Warnings: language, minor injuries, soft Carrillo feelings

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I let Carrillo have any nice things so here’s a little reprieve for him. 😂 Also, for the next few days all my fics posted on here are gonna be Narcos/Narcos: Mexico fics because I’m cross-posting from the exchange. So be ready for that. I’ve been in full Narcos mode the last few weeks with all of these lol

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Javier’s voice rang in her head as she drove to the Carlos Holguín base, “He’s fine, promise. But I still think you should come and get him.”

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as she drove. Javier hadn’t sounded all that worried, and that was the only thing that provided her with any sort of reassurance. It wasn’t like Carrillo had ever been the type to reach out and ask her, or anyone, for any type of assistance, even when he probably should have. So she was thankful that at least his coworker, or perhaps friend was more fitting at this point, took matters into his own hands and called.

She’s never really been one to pay too close attention to the news. She tuned in enough to stay updated on the big things, but if she listened for too long she’d always get sad. So for a long time she stayed as detached as she reasonably could. But that all had started to change when she and Carrillo found themselves tangled up together. Now, the easiest way to know if things were going alright with him, was to watch the news. He wasn’t always able to call to provide any reassurance or updates, but the news stations seemed like they were always on top of what was going on with the Search Bloc, and the DEA agents that accompanied it.

The news hadn’t said anything about the raid that had gone on the night before, though. No news was good news, though. Or at least that's what she told herself so she didn't get too worried. If something had gone horribly wrong, someone would've reached out with the bad news by now. So instead of staring at the phone all day, she decided to keep herself busy.

Even with that being the case, the phone call from Javi was more than welcome. She hated how quickly she’d leapt to snatch the phone off the receiver when it rang, allowing it to interrupt her getting ready routine. The initial realization that it wasn’t Carrillo’s voice on the other end of the line put an instant knot in her stomach. But Javi’s reassurance kept her from spiraling out too far.

So now, here she was, parking on the street just outside of the base. Grabbing her purse off the passenger seat, she quickly strode up the walkway. She wasn’t going to run, trusting Javi’s assessment that it wasn’t an emergency, but her pace was more than just a leisurely stroll. She reached up to push her hair back out of her face out of nervous habit, only to realize that the long dark waves were tucked perfectly behind her ears, falling down her back out of the way. Instead, she picked at the strap of her purse as she got closer to the door.

The only thing that got her hands to still, was the sight of Javi on the front steps of the base, cigarette between his lips, hand cupped around the end as he tried to light it. He heard the clicking of her heels on the concrete and looked up, eyebrows lifting in recognition. He wondered if his phone call had interrupted her potential plans for the day, her long, floral sundress was bursting with warm colors and certainly didn’t seem like the kind of outfit she would show up in just to bring Carrillo back home. He finished lighting his cigarette before he addressed her, choosing not to comment on her nice outfit.

“That was fast.”

She laughed, raking her fingers back through her hair as she spoke, “Didn’t seem like something that should wait.”

He held the pack of cigarettes out to her. “This help?”

She shot him a look, but she did contemplate the offer. After a moment, she shook her head. “I just want to see him, Javi.”

“I told you he’s alright,” he said it with a light enough tone, but she still wasn’t convinced.

“I just don’t think,” she nodded in thanks as he opened the door of the base for her, allowing her to walk in in front of him, “that any of you can be trusted to know when something should be a concern or not. That’s all. Nothing personal.”

He smirked as he took the cigarette from his mouth. “Feels a little personal.”

“Where is he?” It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy chatting with Javi, but given the circumstances, banter wasn’t really her priority.

He waved for her to follow him. “Base infirmary.”

Her eyes widened, “I thought you said—”

“He’s fine, Lina. They’re just checking him out, makin’ sure he doesn’t have a concussion.”

She sighed, having no choice but to accept what he was telling her, having to believe that he wasn’t underselling what was going on. “Yea, none of you can afford any head injuries at this point.”

Javi huffed out a laugh, exhaling smoke as he did, “Tough crowd.”

He stopped in front of the infirmary door. He knew that there was no reason for him to go in, and if anything he knew that Carrillo was going to be a little pissed that someone called his girlfriend, so there were plenty of reasons for Javi to head back to the bullpen.

He nodded towards the door. “Go get ‘em.”

She laughed, a knowing look on her face as she prodded him a little bit, “Don’t wanna take the heat for telling me to come down here?”

“Would you?”

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Thank you, Javi. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He gave her a smile and a nod before turning on his heel and heading back the way that they came.

One of the nurses heard the footsteps and was getting ready to ask who it was and who they were here to see out of habit. However, when she looked up and saw Lina standing there, recognition flooded her features immediately. She pointed in Carrillo’s direction as she reassured the woman that the colonel would be fine, that he just needed to take it easy for a couple days. It was much more reassuring to hear a medical professional saying it, no offense to Javier.

Carrillo was sitting on the infirmary bed, legs hanging off the side with his back to the door. Lina was thankful for the slight element of surprise. The clicking of her shoes against the tile was the only thing that was giving her away, but he wasn’t turning to face the sound. She wondered how hard he hit his head.

“What’d you do this time, Horacio?” there was a lightness to her voice to let him know that she wasn’t actually accusing him of anything.

He turned to look over his shoulder at her, but not too quickly. A few different emotions flashed across his face in rapid succession. He finally settled on confusion. “How did you…”

She walked over so that she was standing in front of him. “Javi called me. Said that maybe you shouldn’t be driving.”

Carrillo huffed, shaking his head slightly, “Fucking Peña.”

She chuckled, resting her hand on his knee. “Fucking Peña,” she mocked his tone playfully, “was just looking out for you.”

It got a small smile out of him and he put his hand over hers. “I’m fine, querida.”

“That would be much more convincing if we weren’t talking about this in an infirmary.” She studied his face a little closer as he looked up at her, “And also if you had a few less cuts, and bruises coming in.”

“I’m—”

“If I ask the nurse,” she cut him off, knowing his song and dance too well, “is she going to tell me that you most likely have a concussion?” His silence spoke volumes. She smiled, leaning in and softly kissing the side of his head. “Let me take you home, Horacio,” she murmured against his hair.

Despite all of his best efforts to stay stoic while he was on-base, there was something about the softness in her voice and the way that she was touching him that took away his resolve. He let his eyes shut, feeling himself relaxing as he gave in to her request.

“Gracias, querida.”

She pulled away, her smile brightening as she looked at him, finding relief in the act of him giving into her so easily. “Por supuesto.” The joking tone was back in her voice, “Want me to carry you?”

He gave a slight shake of his head, but she could still catch the tiny hint of a smile that was threatening to curl his lips as he stood. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

She chuckled to herself as she grabbed his sunglasses off the stand next to the bed. She knew better than to offer him a helping hand again. She rested the sunglasses on top of her head as the two of them walked to leave the infirmary. They stopped for Carrillo to slap his signatures on a few sheets of paperwork, but then they were good to go home.

They walked side by side down the hallway, not holding hands, but extremely close to it. With each stride her hand would brush against his and if they had been just about anywhere else, Carrillo would’ve caught her hand in his own. He was still trying to hold on to his last shred of professionalism though.

Lina could feel the way he was fighting the urge, though, and she didn’t try to stop herself from smiling at it. She was perfectly aware of how Carrillo had to carry himself at work. She understood it, tried to never give him any grief about it within reason. But she knew more than anyone that there was more to him than that. And she loved him for it, for both sides of him.

The two of them walked across the main floor of the base. All of the officers were shuffling around, and Lina was in awe of the organized chaos of it all. She didn’t stop by the base often, but whenever she did it was always busy. It truly was its own little ecosystem.

“Good,” Javi spoke up with a nod when he saw the two of them, “get him out of here.”

Lina laughed but Carrillo didn’t look nearly as amused. “Thank you for calling her, Agent Peña.”

Carrillo was being facetious, but Lina wasn’t as she said, “Appreciate it, Javi.”

“You got it. Hey, Lina,” he paused, waiting for her to make eye contact with him before tossing her Carrillo’s car keys, “don’t let him have these back.”

She chuckled as she caught the keys, immediately tucking them into her purse before Carrillo could try to snatch them away. “Thank you.”

Carrillo sighed, but he knew better than to try and argue with either of them. On a good day, he could win an argument against Javier, but it wasn’t a good day. And to win an argument against Lina he had to have everything on his side, and it was apparent to everyone who laid eyes on him that that wasn’t the case this time. So the two of them conspiring against him together certainly didn’t set him up to be winning much of anything besides being driven home and told to rest.

“You guys be safe too, though, yea?” she looked back and forth between Javier and Steve. Both of them nodded back in confirmation but didn’t say anything in response. She said a quick goodbye to them, Carrillo doing the same, although a bit begrudgingly, and then the two of them started to make their way out of the building.

They were walking down the main strip that led to the sidewalk when Carrillo spoke up again. “I could’ve driven myself home.”

She laughed, looping her arm through his as they stepped onto the sidewalk. “Should you have, though?”

He allowed himself a smile as he pulled open the passenger door, “Hm. Maybe not.”

He let out a sigh as he sat down, letting his head fall back against the headrest. Lina looked over at him for a moment, feeling a tiny pull at her heartstrings at the state of him, but also feeling grateful because she knew how much worse things could’ve gone. He was a little banged up, but it wasn’t the worst shape she’d ever seen him in, it wasn’t anywhere close to the worst-case scenario. He was a little scraped up, his brain a little rattled, but he was going to be fine. In a couple days it would be like none of it ever happened. Still, in that moment as she looked at the exhaustion on his face, the heaviness in his shoulders, she did feel bad.

She slid his sunglasses down, and if she hadn’t been so focused on the road she would’ve seen the amused look that Carrillo shot her way at the sight of her wearing them. It was a rough day, and he was exhausted, but he had never been too exhausted to not notice those types of things. Those were the little things that he had spent so long thinking he wouldn’t have with someone, but there she was, and she didn’t even realize it.

They were about halfway back to her apartment when he said, “Where were you going before Peña called you?”

She glanced over at him for a brief moment before returning her attention to the road. “What?”

He reached over, resting his hand on her thigh. “Your dress. You didn’t dress up to come to Carlos Holguín?”

She chuckled, “No, I didn’t. I was going to meet up with some friends for lunch,” she shook her head, “but I didn’t want to waste time changing.” She paused. “Why?”

His neutral expression shifted into a smile, “It’s nice. You’re beautiful.”

Her laugh was soft, “Thank you. But you can’t sweet-talk your way out of me making you rest. You know that, right?”

He chuckled, thumb tracing back and forth on her leg. “I know.”

She parked in the garage of her apartment complex. Pushing his sunglasses back up to the top of her head, the look she cast in Carrillo’s direction asked the question that she didn’t verbalize out loud. He shook his head, silently reassuring her that he didn’t need any help. She stepped out of the car and waited—he was moving a little slower but it wasn’t as though he was limping, and she took comfort in that.

He leaned against the wall, watching as she slipped the key into the lock of her door. She wasn’t looking at him, but she could still feel him watching her, and it still made her face warm even after so long. She shook her head slightly, but didn’t say anything to him about it.

Lina pushed the door open, tossing her purse off to the side as she walked into the apartment. She carefully set Carrillo’s sunglasses down next to it before slipping out of her shoes. Carrillo watched her go through the motions as he shut and locked the door behind them.

“I’ll grab you some clean clothes and a fresh towel,” her brain had already shifted into caretaking mode, the gears visibly turning in her eyes as she spoke. Her movements were fast, but they were comfortable, like she had done this time and time again. Because she had. “You should shower, really clean out those cuts. Then you can rest. I can make us something to eat.”

“Lina.” His voice was soft, and he gave it a few seconds before he repeated himself, a little louder this time, “Lina?”

She stopped just before she rounded the corner to the hall that led to her room and the bathroom. She raised her eyebrows, “Yea?”

“You don’t have to…” he paused, trying to make sure he picked the right words, “I’m alright. You don’t have to do anything.”

She smiled, leaning against the wall for a moment. “We take care of each other, Horacio. That’s what we do.” There was a brief pause before she continued, soft smile still on her face, “Now come on.”

He chuckled softly to himself as she went down the short hallway and out of sight. Crouching down, he unlaced his boots, leaving them beside her shoes before following her footsteps through the apartment. He walked into the bedroom to find her pawing through the drawer that had been reserved for him in her dresser for the last couple months. She plucked out the comfiest t-shirt and pants that she could find for him, making a mental note to stock up on more of those for him at some point down the road since he wouldn’t do it for himself.

“Here,” she handed the clothes over to him, “There are clean towels on the shelf in there.”

He tucked the clothes under his arm, nodding as he listened to what she was saying. “Thank you.”

She hummed in approval as she reached and gently cupped the side of his face. “Of course,” she leaned in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to his lips, “I love you.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “I love you too.”

Pulling away, she gave him a light nudge towards the door. He didn’t fight her on it, slowly making his way out of the room and into the bathroom. She lingered, waiting and listening until she heard the sound of the water running in the bathroom. Letting out a small sigh of relief, she stripped out of her dress and pulled on a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she made her way back out to the kitchen to get started on cooking.

Carrillo let the hot water scald him. He braced himself against the cold tile wall of her shower, letting the water beat down his shoulders and back. It stung his cuts, and didn’t feel great on the bruises that were beginning to bloom across his body either, but it was necessary. So he let it happen.

When he finally opened his eyes again, he figured it was time to actually shower. He chuckled as he looked at the collection of bottles that were on the corners and edges of her bathtub. Lina had more bottles in her bathroom than Carrillo had had in the last few years combined. He thought to himself for a moment that there was no way that all of them could’ve done things that were all that different. He scanned over the labels until he found one that was just claiming to be body wash. Good enough. If he smelled like flowers for the next day or so, then so be it. Lina was going to be the only one who would know anyhow.

The soap was another round of stinging in the litany of cuts and scrapes on him. None of them were that bad but it definitely brought his attention to ones that he hadn’t noticed before. Like paper cuts in inconvenient places, none of his injuries were life-threatening but they certainly were annoying.

He finished up his shower, getting dressed in the cloak of steam that shrouded the bathroom. He took the towel and wiped at the mirror that had completely fogged up, taking a moment to look at himself. Lina was right about the bruises coming in, marks he hadn’t seen because he hadn’t looked at himself until just now. They’d fade soon enough. They always did. The mirror began to fog up again so he pried himself away from it, hanging his towel on the back of the bathroom door before opening it up.

He made his way to her kitchen, and it never ceased to amaze him just how quickly she managed to make her kitchen smell like a restaurant in the best way. He watched her flit so easily around the small space, music coming in through the mild static of the radio. Spanish melodies flowed off the tip of her tongue quietly but with the same ease she seemed to have with everything else.

She hadn’t even looked at him head-on yet but she still said, “Feel better?”

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a laugh, “A bit.”

She put a lid on the pot that was sitting on the stove, wiping her hands on the dish towel that was draped over her shoulder. She walked over to him, her head at a slight tilt as she investigated, trying to make sure that he was telling the truth. The change of clothes did wonders, although the bruises were darker now than they had been at the base. She tried not to pay it too much mind as she gently rested her hands flat against his chest.

“You look a bit better.”

He chuckled. “That’s one good thing, then.”

She smiled at him as she reached up and carded her fingers through his still-damp hair. “I like you like this.”

He rested his hands on her hips, a smile threatening to curl the edges of his mouth. “Concussed and held captive in your apartment?”

She laughed, head tilting back slightly as she did. For Carrillo, the sound blotted out all of the chaos of the last twenty-four hours. She shook her head at him as she slid her hands up to rest on his shoulders.

“I like having you home,” she clarified.

He let out a hum of approval, tried not to let it show just how deep of a chord such a simple sentence struck with him. He had never been one to feel at home in places that weren’t really his. And even then, arguably, there were days when his house didn’t feel much like home either. But the fact that Lina considered her space to be his too—that meant something. He wasn’t even moved in but she still referred to it as home for the both of them. What would’ve made him want to turn tail and run if he heard it from anyone else, just made him wrap his arms tighter around her.

She melted into it for a moment, her fingers gently massaging small circles along the base of his neck, feeling the tension dissipate with each small, fluid motion. She turned, pressing a light kiss to his jaw as she breathed him in.

Pulling away, she kissed him briefly on the lips. “Let me finish this,” she gestured back towards the stove, “It won’t be long.” She peeled herself away from him, a smile on her face as she turned and stepped back towards the stove.

He sat down at the small table that was tucked off to the side of her kitchen. The couch would’ve been more comfortable, sure, but watching her was resting his mind more than lying on the couch would rest his body. Every now and then she’d look over at him and flash him a smile, able to look past whatever scrapes and injuries he came home with as long as she knew he’d be alright. It was a skill that Carrillo appreciated.

“Alright,” she spoke as she walked over, a bowl in each hand, “this might not have healing powers but,” she set one down in front of him, “it still tastes really good.”

She sat down across from him, letting out a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been pulling her hair out by any means, but she couldn’t deny how reassuring it was to have him sitting across the table from her. Even with the exhaustion in his eyes, there was still a small, genuine smile on his face. He listened as she cussed quietly under her breath as she stood up, muttering about forgetting drinks as she went and grabbed two glasses for water for each of them. He toyed idly with the spoon in his bowl as he watched her toss a few ice cubes into each glass.

She was watching the water pour from the faucet into the glass when she said, “Yes, Horacio?”

He chuckled, unable to do much else at the fact that she always knew. He shook his head at himself. “Nothing, querida.”

She walked back over, setting down their glasses before reaching and clasping his hand for a moment. “Gotta be more careful with your head,” she joked, “Any more injuries and your staring might start to become a real problem.”

“Hm,” he shook his head at her, “I’ll try to be more careful.”

“Please do.” She pulled her hand back and grabbed her spoon, still smiling at him. “I’d really appreciate it.”

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inseperable - a promnis one shot

Title: Inseperable Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Promnis (Ignis Scientia x Prompto Argentum) Rating: Teen (Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault - Angst and Feels - Angst and Hurt/Comfort - Angst with a happy ending) Word Count: ~2,425 Summary: Ignis receives a phone call from Prompto, who has been hurt.

A/N: I decided to write some stuff I generally steer away from. I promise it has a happy ending, because I needed it to have one lol. Please heed the warnings - if this isn’t something for you, thanks for stopping by. :) 

Special shoutout to my dear friend @lavendartwine, who I know loves the angsty stuff. :)

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“Iggy?”

Holding his phone up to his ear, Ignis sets his feet on the ground, going on high alert as he can hear that something is very wrong. “Prompto?” He replies, not used to hearing from the Prince’s best friend like this. He’d given him his phone number when he and Noctis began to hang out more, figuring that if something should happen, at least Prompto would have a way to get a hold of him. “Prompto - what’s wrong?” He tries to ignore the panic that begins to flare up inside of his chest, his hand gripping onto the phone with a little bit more strength than probably necessary.

“I’m really sorry to call you, but I don’t know what to do.” Prompto cries softly, Ignis standing up from his couch as he goes over to his door and begins to put on his shoes. “I need help.”

He takes a few deep breaths while Prompto is speaking, getting his shoes on properly. “Tell me where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“I’m…I don’t know where I am, Iggy. It’s dark. I’m in a park? I think? I don’t know.”

Ignis is somewhat thankful to be in the position he’s in, as he has access to certain things that most normal civilians would not. “It’s all right, Prompto. I’ll find you, okay? Do you need medical help?”

“Yes.”

He bites his lip as he grabs his jacket, then picks up his keys and heads down to where his car is parked underneath his apartment building. “Do you need it right at this moment, or can you hang on until I get there?” Thankful that he keeps a bag of curatives in his trunk, he puts his phone down and allows his speakers to take over, allowing him to drive with his hands. “Prompto - are you still there?”

“I’m here.” Ignis doesn’t like the way that Prompto sounds. “Please, hurry. I’m trying to stay awake, but it’s hard. I just want to sleep. I want this pain to end.”

“It’s okay, Prompto. Stay with me. Tell me about your day.” He turns on the location for where Prompto’s phone is - he has a locator for the Prince, Prompto and Gladio for these specific reasons. If anything were to ever happen to any of them, he’s made it much easier to track them. “Did you have a good day at school today?”

“Yes, Iggy.” Prompto sighs. “School was fine. After school - not so great.”

He sees the location of where Prompto is, and thanks the Six that it’s not that far from where he is. “Keep talking, darling.” He knows that they’re not very close, but Prompto trusts him enough to contact him in an emergency situation, so he wants to make him feel as much at ease as he can. “I’ll be there soon. Less than five minutes.”

“That’s not so long.” A long sigh comes through his speakers. “I’m sorry for when you see me.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Ignis tries to keep him talking, wants to make sure that he doesn’t lose connection to him. “I bet you look marvelous.”

A sound comes through his speakers, not quite a laugh and not quite a sob. It’s a combination of both, and it breaks his heart. “Oh, I don’t know about that. But thank you, Iggy. You’re always so kind to me. Why? Why are you always so nice to me?”

“Because the Prince cares about you very much.” He speaks without thinking, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as he’s forced to come to a stop, the light turning red. He’s less than a block away from where Prompto should be, and all he wants to do is get there.

“Only because of Noct, huh? That figures.”

He pushes on the gas pedal, the light finally changing to green. “Prompto, you know that isn’t the only case. You are a very nice person, and I know that the Prince is looking forward to when you join his Crownsguard. Which means you and I will be spending a lot more time together.”

“I hope so. I’m really looking forward to joining the Crownsguard. But I’m pretty sure no one is going to care about me. No one ever does.”

Parking in a lot, he sees the park that Prompto is in, and quickly grabs his bag of curatives from the trunk and follows the tracker, putting his phone onto speaker as he looks around for Prompto. “Nonsense. Plenty of people care about you.”

“Iggy!” He hears Prompto’s cry from both the phone, and in the area. He turns round a corner, and sees Prompto is in a grove of trees - hidden from the public’s eye. Ignis comes to a sudden stop as he looks at him, his heart crumbling into pieces at what he finds.

Prompto’s shirt is torn, his pants are ripped. His face is a verifiable mess. There’s blood on his chest and on his neck, there’s dried blood on his face, and what looks to be seminal fluid on his stomach. Ignis rushes forward and drops to the ground. “Hi, darling.” He greets him with a sad smile on his face. “Looks like you’ve had a pretty bad afternoon.”

He listens to Prompto begin to cry, and takes an elixir out of his bag. Holding it above him, he breaks the vial and watches as it begins to cover his body with a green haze. It won’t completely heal him, but it will be enough that any pain he’s currently feeling should abate. “Iggy, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize about.” He grabs his handkerchief from his pocket, and takes care to wipe the seminal fluid off of him, wanting to get rid of that as quickly as possible. “Tell me what happened. Do you know who did this to you?”

Grabbing some antibacterial wipes from his bag, he begins to work on cleaning up Prompto’s face, now cradling him in his lap as he works. He wipes at some of the lacerations on his face, hating that he’s causing Prompto to wince but he needs to make sure the wounds are clean. “No. I was walking home, and then had to go to the bathroom. Next thing I know, I’m being shoved up against the wall, and….and…”

“It’s all right, Prompto.” Prompto begins to cry, unable to get the words out. “Are you in pain down there?” He asks, afraid of hearing the answer that he already knows is coming.

“I hurt everywhere, Iggy.”

“Did they….did they rape you?” He asks, trying to remain calm, as a sick feeling begins to emerge in his stomach. Prompto bursts into a fresh set of tears, telling Ignis that the answer he expected is correct. “Do you think you can stand?”

“I don’t know.”

He gets his bag of curatives situated, puts it over his shoulder, and then leans down and picks up Prompto as gently as he can. It’s not gentle enough, as Prompto whines and moans in pain as he shifts him in his arms. He apologizes over and over, hating that he’s causing Prompto to experience more pain. He carries him to his car, and lays him down gently on the backseat.

“I’m going to make you go to sleep now, Prompto. When you wake up, we’ll be at the hospital.”

“I’m scared, Iggy.” Prompto reaches for his hand, and he freely gives it to him. “Please, don’t make anything bad happen.”

“I won’t, darling.” He gives his hand a squeeze, then grabs a sleeping draught from his bag and holds it up to his lips. “Drink this.” Prompto swallows, and then he watches as the potion has its desired effect - Prompto falls fast asleep.

He puts his bag back into the trunk, then heads to the King’s hospital. It’s the place where all the Glaives go, as well as Gladio, Noctis and himself. It’s where Prompto will get the best care. He carries him into the emergency room, and is helped immediately - the staff know to treat anyone in the Crownsguard without any preamble. He follows behind, having every intention of being there when Prompto wakes up.

Thankfully, Prompto remains unconscious as the doctor and nurses do a thorough examination of his body. Ignis informs them that he’d been raped, and they made sure to treat any trauma on all parts of his body. The doctor pulls him aside after the examination. “We’d like to keep him here overnight.”

“I will stay with him.” Ignis has no intention of leaving him alone. “And, doctor - please keep this confidential.” He has a feeling that Prompto isn’t going to want anyone to know about this.

The doctor nods. “As you wish, Mr. Scientia. And please give the King my regards.” He leaves the room, allowing Ignis to pull the chair that’s over to the side to be next to the bed.

“I-Iggy?” Prompto’s voice rouses him from a light sleep a little later. “W-What’s going on?”

He lifts his head, and reaches for Prompto’s hand. His right hand has an IV hooked up to it, along with a small bag of pain medicine. “Hello, darling. You’re in the hospital. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here tonight, and school will be off the agenda tomorrow.”

“No.” A frown appears on Prompto’s face. “I can’t miss school, Iggy.”

“Prompto, you must allow your body to heal. You’ve been through a very traumatic event.”

He holds onto his hand as Prompto sniffles. “You…You won’t tell Noct, will you?”

“It shall remain our secret.” He lifts Prompto’s hand, and seals the deal with a kiss that he places against the back of his hand.

Prompto closes his eyes, and he can see two tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m really sorry this happened.”

“Darling, you had nothing to do with this. Some sick fuck decided that you were going to be their target for the day.”

“You swore.” Prompto gasps softly.

A smirk appears on his lips as he lays Prompto’s hand down on the bed, but never lets go. “I do swear on occasion, Prompto.” He teases, happy to see his spirits being elevated somewhat. Turning serious, he looks into his eyes. “Do not think that you’re weak, or anything of the sort. This could have happened to anyone - it could have happened to me.”

“You would have fought back. I didn’t.” Prompto’s lip quivers. “I should have. I’m so stupid.”

He stands up, and carefully puts his arms around his body. “Stop.” He commands him, and hears him sniffle. “You did everything you were supposed to do. It was just an unlucky afternoon.”

“W-What if it happens again?”

“We will train you, and teach you ways on how to defend yourself.”

Prompto’s arm comes up, and returns the hug he’s continuing to give him. “Thank you, Iggy. I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I’m very honored that you trust me enough that you thought to call me first.” He pulls away, and sits back down, grabbing onto Prompto’s hand. “I know that must have been difficult for you.”

“You were my first thought.” Prompto leans back on his pillow and sighs. “Thank you for coming to my rescue, Iggy. I don’t deserve your friendship.”

“Yes, you do.” He gives his hand a squeeze. “Go ahead and rest now. And before you ask, I will be spending the night here with you. And your hospital bills will be covered by the Royal family.”

Prompto nods his head, as Ignis sees he’s beginning to cry again. Prompto falls asleep only a few minutes later, his hand going lax against Ignis’ hand.

The next day, Prompto is released with a clean bill of health, as well as a dose of antibiotics to help heal his body faster. Ignis drives him home, helping him to walk up to his front door with his arm around him. He knows the trauma to his backside is going to make sitting a bit painful for a bit, but with the proper care it shouldn’t last too long.

Getting him settled on his couch, Ignis looks at him with a smile on his face. “If you need anything, text me. Call me. I will do my best to reply right away.”

“Thank you, Iggy.” Prompto smiles, then winces as he shifts on the couch. “Man, is it going to hurt like this all the time?”

He smirks, then shakes his head. “Not with the proper care. It isn’t supposed to hurt, Prompto. That’s why what happened to you was sexual assault, not feel good sex.”

“I hope you’re right, Iggy. Because if this is what I have to look forward to, I’m really screwed.”

Ignis laughs, then gives Prompto a quick hug before heading to the front door. “Remember - you can call me anytime, Prompto. And, your secret is safe with me.”

“I know, Iggy. Thank you. Now go - I’m going to watch trash tv until I pass out.” Prompto picks up the remote, and turns on the television.

He smiles, then heads out of his place, knowing that Prompto will be fine.

***

“Wow.” Prompto flops down onto his chest, panting hard as they’d both made love for the very first time. “That was amazing, Iggy.”

He reaches down, and gently pulls Prompto up towards him, kissing him softly on the lips. “This is how it’s always meant to be, Prompto.”

It had been two years since that eventful afternoon had happened, and the two of them had remained very close following the events. And as one seems to do, Ignis found himself falling in love with Prompto, as he spent more and more time with him. Then, they decided to see how things would be if they changed their friendship to be one that’s more of a relationship, as they both felt a strong bond with one another. And now, here they are, basking in the glow of their first time making love together.

“I think I’d like to do that again.” Prompto kisses him again on the lips, then lays his head back down on his chest. “After a nap.”

Ignis chuckles softly, cradling the back of Prompto’s head with his hand. “Anything you want, darling. I’m happy to make you happy.”

“You make me very happy, Iggy. Do I make you happy?”

“You do, indeed.” He smiles.

Trauma may have brought the two of them together, but true love has kept them inseparable.

xXx

Cross-posted to AO3

#promnis #my writing #fanfic #dark themes #i hardly ever write about trauma

[yuna-writes]

Most radical technology is created for nerds

I’ve been observing the Vision Pro announced by Apple, and the more I learn about it, I’m really impressed by the execution. AR technology isn’t exactly a new concept because Meta and Google have also released their own virtual headsets...but Apple seems to have went rogue and created this science fiction technology even though there isn’t really a market for virtual headsets as of this date. 

It’s hard to say whether the future is Augmented Reality, because I think most people still want to interact with the physical world. Reality is usually perceived to be real in the physical realm, so these simulated virtual headsets won’t necessarily satisfy an average consumer. To be brutally honest, at it’s current state, this type of technology is for nerds. I bet it’s made by nerds for nerds who like to experience something new besides the physical realm. Don’t get me wrong, I think the average consumers will enjoy it too, but after a while, they don’t want to be wearing a goggle all day and want to interact with people in real life and touch grass (sarcasm). I think a lot of nerds who are on the neurodivergent side will really find this technology useful and won’t get tired of it over time. 

Another example is Tesla in which I like the idea that driving can be completely automated. Personally, I don’t want to drive because I find it dangerous to be on the road and it requires me to focus and use all of my sensory skills to pay attention on the road. I like the concept of Tesla in which human society don’t need to drive and trust the vehicle to take you to your destination. It might prevent car accidents and traffic too. The truth is that most people are not like me. They want to take control of vehicle’s steering wheel because the experience of grasping a steering wheel and controlling the speed is going to be a much better experience for them. Therefore, the idea of automated self-driving cars won’t ever be adopted globally, because people want the ability to have control over their car and drive at different speeds. Self-driving cars are technology specifically made for people like me who don’t like to drive and want to just observe. 

The Vision Pro is also another technology made for people like me, but again, the majority don’t want to replace real world experiences over virtual one because they still want control by physically touching objects. The experiences are not going to be the same no matter how realistic AR simulates real life. People want to be in ‘reality’ and most of the time, reality to them is the physical realm. Not saying that AR technology can never become a global adoption, anything can happen. The iPhone became a worldwide adoption, but smartphones don’t really replace real world experiences, and it wasn’t designed to simulate any virtual worlds. Hypothetically, if AR does become the next global adoption, I do wonder how it’s going to divide people more now that they can live in their own reality? Social media is already creating division among people because now users can pick and choose their own reality. Augmented reality may distort this even more and perhaps people will never see things face-to-face (quiet literally lol). 

I have small doubts because as long as the physical reality exist, I think it’s not in our nature to give that up completely. It’s like giving up physical interaction with friends and family over virtual ones which is not realistic at most. Our nature is to be with a community or group and require in-person socialization. Without it, a person would just become more isolated and alone. That’s a very demanding lifestyle and I don’t think anyone would want to live that kind of life. 

#notes

[toorusluvr]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ CALIFORNIA: IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

characters: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

cw:  car sex, unprotected sex (please use protection if you hate kids), iwaizumi has a praising kink! mutual pining lol. if there's more let me know.

wc: 3k

crossposted on my ao3 🤍

The gush of the sudden heatwave was unbearable, you must admit. Stepping foot in California, a foreign country with no one to pick you up at the airport, felt awkward and scary at the same time. Your only goal was to visit your best friend, Iwaizumi, at the college he was studying at. Your plan was to give him a call once you arrived at the destination soon.

Taking a cab from the airport, the beach view came into your sight. The way your eyes shimmered at the beautiful view of people surfing and enjoying themselves at the beach was enough to tell that you actually had a great start being here. Iwa must have had an enjoyable time being here.. Is he homesick? It suddenly popped into your mind. He must be having a great time being in California. The weather’s great, and the scenery is pleasant.

The cab driver helped you with your luggage, though it wasn’t as handful as the other tourists, you still need help getting your big luggage out from the trunk. You heaved a deep sigh, breathless after dragging your luggage onto the concrete pathway. Without stalling your time, you searched for your phone in the pocket of your pants. Scrolling through your contacts, you finally found his contact number.

Within the first three rings, he picked up your call. His raspy voice greeting you the first thing. You heard he cleared his throat. “Hey, why are you calling me? Isn’t it like 11 in the morning there? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep, considering your fucked up sleeping schedule?” a laughter was followed after he nagged you.

You laughed, entertained by his own way of making fun of you. “If I was in Tokyo, then the answer is yes. But I am not in Tokyo, to be frankly speaking!” you were hoping he would catch on to what you were saying. Your presence here was to surprise him, after all!

Iwaizumi had just finished training at the local gym. He wiped the beads of sweats forming on his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck. He glanced over the clock on the wall, 6:15 p.m. Don’t tell me that you are here? he thought. “What are you on, Y/N? Are you talking in your sleep right now?”

This guy, you grunted softly. He caught on but he was afraid if his instinct was not telling him the right thing. “What a dumbass. I’m here in California, you idiot. Come and pick me up at your college! I don’t know your home address for God’s sake!” you burst out. The heat was killing you and please God, can he be quick to pick you up?

He deadass laughed at you. “Are you for real? Oh my goodness! Aight, just give me 10 minutes! I just finished working out. Stay where you are, I am coming to get you!” Iwaizumi rushed to take a quick shower in the shower room. He has to look and smell nice before meeting you. Of course, he would.

“Make it 5, Hajime. I swear to God!” you said, lowkey threatening him. You looked like you were stranded in front of his college with your luggage beside you. Standing awkwardly while the passersby looking at you up and down with a questionable look on their faces.

His sinister laughter made you unknowingly clenched your thighs together. “I swear I’ll be quick. Just stay where you are! Don’t follow any strangers!”

Being the petty friend you are, you counted how long it took for Iwaizumi Hajime to come and get you. He took exactly 7 minutes and 39 seconds to come to your rescue. The matte black range rover parked in front you. Iwaizumi got out of the driver’s seat hurriedly. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were coming, dumbass?” he ruffled your hair. Trying to look good for him ended up being ruined by the person himself.

You rolled your eyes, “Obviously, it’s a surprise visit! Can’t you tell them apart or what?” you laughed, unable to hold your laughter any longer. “Nice car, by the way!”

“It's not mine. I had to borrow it from a friend to pick you up” Iwaizumi told, taking in your luggage into the trunk. He opened the passenger’s seat door for you -- his hand rested on the windshield, ensuring your head to be safe. You mumbled a soft thank you before he got to the driver’s seat.

“Where are you staying, by the way? It's dangerous to be out there all alone. Or, aren’t you afraid?” he asked, his right hand turning the steering wheel to drive out of his campus area.

You hummed, “There's a hotel nearby here I booked. But, if you wanted to pay the expenses for me, it’d be nice!”

Both of you burst into laughter, knowing too well both of you are joking around and no hard feelings involved! “Since you are here, let’s go to In-N-Out that you’ve always talked about” Iwaizumi suggested, his eyes glanced over you in the passenger’s seat. You looked excited to try out the fast food franchise you’ve been wanting to try.

It felt like old times, hanging out with your best friend even in a foreign country feels exactly the same. The skies were getting darker as time passed by. About half before 9, both of you headed to his friend’s car. Iwaizumi needed to send you off before midnight. It's unsafe for you to be alone, especially at this hour.

Sitting in the expensive car, both of you enjoyed talking about anything and everything. Time doesn’t seem to be passing by when both of you are together. How badly Iwaizumi wants you to be there for him every single day. He hesitated to ask you, but it’s now or never, Hajime.

“Uh, why did you come to visit me? Why not Oikawa?” he laughed, an uneasy feeling creeped into his heart. Did he make a mistake? He was just asking a question. There's no way you’ll be offended, right?

Shrugging off your nervousness, you covered it up with a lie. “Apparently, California is much cheaper than Argentina. So, I decided to visit you first before meeting Oikawa. Sounds like a genius idea, no?”

Great, now you looked like a pathetic liar. That doesn’t fascinate him, not even a bit. “Oh- that sounds like a great plan, by the way” he laughed. “You know, I am honored to be the first friend you visited!”

You smiled, trying to think of a sentence to reply. “Yeah, you should be.” Fidgeting with your fingers only made you look like a liar. You turned to look at him, both of you fell into an awkward somehow comfortable silence.

“I think I have fallen in love with you” Iwaizumi confessed. He paused for a moment, “No. Actually, I am in love with you.” He looked serious, yes he was. He had been waiting for this moment to come and it’s finally time to confess. It's about time to tell you the truth.

“Wh-what? Are you kidding or what?” you chuckled nervously. Between him and you, you’ve always thought it’ll be you who make the first move but your assumption was wrong.

“No, I am not kidding” he looked at you straight in the eyes.

Your fingers brushed over your face which is now slightly warmer than usual. You disclosed the gap between both of you, “What if I tell you I am in love with you too?”

Iwaizumi's lips formed into a smile. He didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words, but he was thankful for your presence. Closing the gap between both of you, he moved his hand to your face. His palm cupping your face and pressed his lips on your lips with a tender kiss. “Is this fine?”

With your eyes closed, you nodded confidently. You have always loved how considerate Iwaizumi is with others. “Yes, please.”

Both of you kissed for the first time ever. There was a taste of love instead of lust from two individuals who are looking for home in the right person. Brushing your lips with his thumb, he looked at you once again. “Do you want this? Are we taking things too fast?”

You chuckled softly, “It’s fine, Hajime. It's not like we don’t want this in the first place.” Your eyes looking into his green eyes, before a smile appeared on his face. He nodded, agreeing with what you said.

“Let’s get to the backseat” he whispered, nibbling on the sensitive spot under your ear while his hands caressing both sides of your face. You climbed to the backseat, adrenaline pumping in your system. Iwaizumi gently laid you on the leather seat, spreading your legs so he could be in between your legs.

He easily removed your thin top, unzipping your pants that it slid over your legs so easily. The sudden cold of the night sent shivers down to your spine. “Are you sure you’re fine with this?” he interrupted your thoughts. You held his face in your hands, “I will never regret this moment, Hajime. Trust me.”

You have convinced him to not hold himself back. He nibbled on your sensitive spot over and over again, leaving deep purple hickeys all over your beautiful neck. Clinging your legs onto his waist, you arched lewdly to his touch while your tongues clashing with each other.

Iwaizumi placed his hands on your bare thighs, brushing his fingers over your inner thighs crucially slow. You whimpered softly, your body kept on asking for him to give you more. Everything he has to offer. “Hajime, please. I need you” you begged. “Don’t hold yourself back, because I am not going to.”

Oh, how sweet you looked being under him with your glossy eyes, begging him for more. He would wreck you if it wasn’t for this cramped place. Pulling his shirt off of his toned body, he let you enjoyed seeing his defined abs and chest. “I guess I need to teach my princess one or two things about love, hm?”

You nodded your head, your voice caught up in your throat, unable to speak proper sentences. “Don’t worry, I’ll take a really good care of you. Because I love you” he whispered in your ears.

You tugged on the waistband of his briefs, the tent forming in his boxer couldn’t hide the size of his cock. You gulped, he is unlike the other guys you have dated. He is sweet and loving, sometimes aggressive. Is he aggressive while being intimate too? You wondered.

From the way he parted your legs apart, you knew he’s real good at this. Iwaizumi dragged his two digits on your slick folds, “You’re already wet, baby” he laughed. He looked at you and gave you an assuring smile before he ate you out like a starved man. His tongue laid flatly on your dripping pussy.

His licks made your back arched lewdly to his touch. Iwaizumi never thought the day he'd be making love with his own best friend has finally come. He's in love with you ever since you guys were in first year of high school. The years of mutual pining only made him crave your love even more.

“You’re doing so good for me” he said, smirking at you in a glance. Your fingers intertwined in his spiky black hair while he praised you endlessly. “You’re eager for me, aren’t you baby?” his raspy voice vibrated against your wet cunt.

“Please, Hajime” you whimpered. “I-i want you to fuck me, please.”

“Since you are doing so good for me, I guess I have to give my princess my cock, hm?” With a harsh thrust, a loud gasp filled the car. He gasped when your tight walls swallowed his cock. Using his thumb, he played with your clit as he rocked his hips slowly to build his pace.

You have never heard yourself let out a sinful moan like you did just now. You immediately threw your hand over your mouth to cover your moans. Your eyes rolled back when he pressed his thumb on your clit.

“No, baby let me hear you” Iwaizumi yanked your hand away. “I want to hear you screaming my name, because I am the only one who can make you feel good from now on, hm?” he grunted as he slammed his hips into you.

Your tears formed in your eyes, wrapping around his neck while kissing him deeply. He toyed with your clit while kissing you passionately, hips rocking slowly into you. “Ah- Hajime” you moaned in his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful” he grunted softly. "You’re doing so fucking good for me, princess. Taking my cock so well like this hm? Can you cum for me, baby?”

You nodded eagerly, “Pl-please. Make me cum, Hajime- ah!” your legs wrapped tightly around his waist when you felt your orgasm building up in your stomach. Iwaizumi bit his lips, continuing to grind against your g-spot as he eyed your fucked out face with your eyes rolled back and a single tear dropped down as you begged him to go harder.

“Fuck, you feel so- ah- good, Hajime” you cried out. “Please please please, I am so near!”

With the angle he's in right now, he managed to make you moan as if no one was there to hear. Iwaizumi was big, the tip of his cock bumping your cervix in every thrust, making your legs shaking badly and your lips quivering with pleasure and cries. It felt so fucking good, no one has ever fucked you this good. All the boys you dated were useless, never once making you cum.

Your cunt clenched tightly around his cock, telling him that you’re near. “Baby, come on cum for me” he dragged two of his fingers on your clit, flicking on it as he waited for your orgasm to break.

“Y-yes there! H-hajime, it feels so good!” you moaned, mixed with cries of pleasure. Your nails digging into his back muscle, leaving scratches all over his back.

“Here? Like this, baby?” he hummed through his teeth, flicking your clit over and over again until it made your whole body trembled. “Do you like that, hm?”

You nodded eagerly, words have flown out of your mind. Nothing can ever compare to his cock and the size of his fingers that could easily make you cum. Your throat felt dry from all the moaning and cries. You came around his cock, your cum dripping on his length.

“I need you to cum one more time, okay baby? You’re doing so good for me” iwaizumi caressed your hair gently. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. You nodded, following his orders. He changed the angle of his thrust, pistoning his cock faster than he did before. His calloused hands playing with your hardened buds before taking one of them in his mouth and started sucking on it.

“Come on, baby” he grunted, biting his lips from cumming before you.

“I- I'm gonna- fuck!” you sobbed, it felt different than your first orgasm. Your legs trembled, “H-hajime please.”

“That's it, baby. Fuck, I'm cumming” he gritted through his teeth. “We can’t make a mess in here” he grunted softly. He looked at his cock being swallowed by your gummy walls. The mess that you made around his cock excited him.

“Fuck, just cum inside me, oh- shit” you sobbed, gripping onto his biceps as you came down from your high.

"Are you sure? Oh- fuuuck” you nodded, panting for air as he spilled his seed inside you with a deep grunt.

He laid on top of you for a moment, trying to catch his breath after spurting his thick cum inside of you. Iwaizumi kissed you on your forehead, “Let's stay like this for a moment. Can't afford messing up my friend’s seat, can’t we?” he laughed.

You chuckled, nodding your head. “Right. I have a tissue, Hajime. Don't you worry. But it’s in my luggage in the trunk.”

Iwaizumi giggled, sealing his lips with you sweetly while he tucked your hair behind your ear. “You did so good for me” he whispered in between the kisses. You giggled, “Yeah, as if we didn’t have sex in your friend’s backseat.”

He laughed, “He would have understand, right? Come on, let’s send you to your hotel it’s getting late.”

"Fuck, Y/N. I love you so much" he kissed you lovingly. You looked into his eyes trying to catch your breath. "I love you too, Hajime. Always have been."

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! smut #iwaizumi smut #tw: unprotected #tw: praise kink #tw: car sex

[nanatsumu]

HIGH SCHOOL!SUKUNA x F!READER

thinking about bad boy itadori sukuna who all the kids at school try to steer clear from because they know he’s bad news and if you get involved with him then you’re bound to be tied with bad luck for as long as he lives. well, that is everyone except for the president of the student council who so happens to be his childhood best friend turned lover.

this is mostly written for my own self indulgence and to project my fantasies of having a boyfriend onto sukuna but feel free to treat this as any other headcanon! ps i am pretty sure canon sukuna would kill a baby at any given situation, but this is going to be a revamped version of sukuna written by yours truly ;) and its a high school au so sukuna won’t be a complete menace to society and will actually have a heart heh

also i didn’t realize how long this was going to be??? this is kind of all over place too because i just wanted to throw all of my thoughts onto this post so there might be some plot holes in this LOL

i feel like sukuna would be the type of bad boy who isn’t necessarily a bad boy but everyone at school just paints him as some kind of delinquent because of all the tattoos and piercings he has.

he actually shows up to school more often than you think he would (but that’s only because you’re in most of his classes so long story short: you’re his only motivation for attending class)

“forgets” to bring his work books to class more than usual (in reality he does this on purpose so he has an excuse to be near you) so he requests to sit next to you the entire class period so he can share with you for the meantime but whenever the teachers not looking he’ll go back to admiring your face.

his older twin brother, itadori yuji, is very fond of you since you three grew up together and you both had your chances of being a victim to his antics!

exhibit a: in middle school when you and yuji were watching tv together, the show you two were watching would keep switching to some wrestling match broadcasting on a sports channel and no matter how many times you turned the tv on and off, it just would not stop. but it wasn’t until you heard snickering from the kitchen that you realized sukuna had a spare remote and was the mastermind behind the whole thing.

exhibit b: sukuna and yuji’s mom was the owner of a bakery so every now and then she would have either one of the twins come deliver freshly baked pastries to your household! oh how wrong was she to trust her youngest. sukuna was now a freshman in high school, and by now you would’ve thought that sukuna would have grown out of his childish phase, but WRONG! sukuna was still a menace in your life even past childhood. so when you bit into one of the macaroons, instead of being hit with the overwhelming taste of [favorite flavor], all you could feel was the burning sensation of wasabi kicking into your tastebuds.

yeah after the whole wasabi macaroon freak accident, you stopped accepting everything sukuna offered to you and opted to only eating pastries out of the boxes that yuji delivered to you. (sukuna eventually caught onto this and was just TEENSY bit upset but he would rather down a whole tube of wasabi than to tell you upfront)

now, how did you two even end up dating??? oh boy now that is a story

you see, yours and sukuna’s dynamic growing up was similar to that of tom and jerry’s— you being jerry and sukuna being 10x worse than tom of course

but it wasn’t until a confession after school behind the cherry blossom tree that was known for bringing good luck to successful confessions that sukuna finally realized that maybe he really did like you just a little lot bit

sukuna overheard the boy who was planning on confessing to you talking to his friend group about how “sweet and caring” you are (although sukuna could argue otherwise, you were a little brat. *LIKE HELLO?!&:&:& YOU WEREN’T THE ONE WHO ATE A MACAROON FILLED WASABI**) and obviously his ears perked up at the mention of your name. he grew up with you after all so naturally he would be interested in a conversation that revolved around you.

but then the boys started going on about how “you looked like an easy catch” and how “your body was bangin’!” yeah no, that’s where he drew the line. sure sukuna was an ass and talked shit about you most of the time (in his defense it wasn’t like he was doing it behind your back) but if he ever caught someone else talking about you like that then he would be sure to give them a hard time.

he hid behind one of the bushes near the cherry blossom tree while the boy was professing his love for you. funnily enough, for a moment sukuna forgot why he was originally there because he was too busy trying to stifle a laugh as he watched the boy stumble over his words.

“okay shows over” sukuna thought as the confession was reaching its conclusion, but just as he was about to step in and give the poor boy a piece of his mind, he stopped in his tracks when he heard you roaring with laughter.

“did you really think that i wouldn’t hear about what you and your friends said about me earlier? you’re really pathetic if you think any girl would be easy enough to fall to her knees for you because news flash! you’re a disgusting pig and you deserve to rot in hell for speaking about a girl’s worth like that.”

“it’s kind of sad too, i thought you were a nice boy and i probably would have given you a chance but it seems like you’re even worse than scum! damn it, to think there was somebody out there who’s even worse than sukuna.”

of course sukuna was not pleased to hear that last bit, but he did have a proud grin forming on his face as he watched the boy run away, flustered from your rejection and the embarrassment he was put through.

“sukuna i know you’re hiding behind the bush.”

“huh? i came here way before you got here, there’s no way you could have seen me.” he said as he stood up to his full height.

“well, your laughter isn’t exactly the quietest, plus i can spot that hair of yours from a mile away.”

lets just say, sukuna was glad you didn’t ask him what he was doing there because he wasn’t sure if he could spare the embarrassment of telling you that he was planning on ruining the confession.

after that whole fiasco happened, sukuna started to feel(!&:&::&) things

like he started to notice how you styled your hair differently one day and how you switched to a new perfume that smelled like spearmint (was that weird? for sukuna probably not. he just excuses it as being highly observant)

you weren’t dumb either, you had a feeling sukuna was there that day of the confession because he too had overheard the conversation between the boy and his friends as well (you knew he was prideful and if you brought it up then he probably would’ve denied it)

so from there on out it was just mutual pining at the point except... well.... not really??

i feel like it was just an unspoken agreement between you two that you guys were “together” but not “together together” because he started to treat you differently than he would before. like for example, he’d carry your bag for you whenever you guys would walk home (yuji was confused by this at first because if anything, it would have made more sense to see sukuna make you carry HIS bag, but he eventually caught on to sukuna’s feelings for you because they were twin brothers after all), he started walking you to class more often even though his class was all the way on the other side of the school (you asked him why but he just shrugged and said he was just “killing time” so that he wouldn’t have to go to class and then you ended up scolding him), and there was also that one time you miraculously found a $20 bill in your backpack after mentioning to sukuna that there was this cute top you saw at the mall the other day but didn’t have enough money at the time to purchase it (you asked him about this but he said it was probably yuji, but you didn’t want to pry any further since you wanted to cherish the fact that sukuna cared that much)

but eventually you got sick of this whole push and pull game that you physically had to tug the collar of his school uniform and pull him in for a kiss (he was visibly shocked at this because he never would’ve imagined you as the assertive type. not that he was complaining though)

“oya? didn’t think you liked me this much kitten.” he said laughing while you rolled your eyes.

“as if, i got tired of you being a wuss so one of us had to wear the pants in the relationship.” you snorted, causing him to irk.

to be honest, your relationship with him is smooth sailing because you both were pretty chill people and you didn’t have to worry about him sneaking behind your back to see other girls because 1. literally all the girls at school are terrified of him and 2. he knew what you were capable of doing to him if you were to ever catch him cheating on you so he wants to stay on your good side

jealous and possessive don’t exist in his dictionary because he is the epitome of those two words. remember what i said about how your relationship is smooth sailing? i kinda lied.

he’s easily jealous like for example: when you were in english class and the teacher had you guys jot down some notes, you realized you forgot to ask for your pencil back when you lent it to your friend last period.

so you asked sukuna to borrow a pencil but instead of giving you a pencil, he called you an idiot for being so forgetful.

this makes you mad so you turn to your male classmate since he was sitting on your opposite side and ask him for a pencil instead.

sukuna was practically fuming the entire class period and once the day ended and you two were back at your place, he made sure to mark you real good. (oh he also went out to buy a pack of mechanical pencils to sneak into your backpack so that next time you forget your pencils, you’ll have 10 extra pencils sitting in your backpack as backup)

he’s not a big fan of pda in public, but on the chances he will show some of it, the most he will do is wrap an arm around your shoulder or waist whenever some dude is trying to hit on you.

BUT IN PRIVATE? better buckle up because your in for a ride wink wink

really likes putting hickeys on you to a fault! but will never put any visible ones on your neck because he doesn’t want your parents to view him as some kind of animal (but he has nothing to worry about because your parents really like him and are grateful for the fact that he’s very loyal to you, and you guys grew up together so it’s only natural that your parents are accepting of him since they already know he has a good heart underneath that tough facade of his)

oh, and yuji starts learning how to knock whenever you come over (or shuts himself in his room for the meantime if he thinks it’s unsafe to step out of his room) because chances are, you’re probably making out with sukuna in his room or smth.

now onto the spicy stuff

when you and sukuna first started dating, the first thing you told him was that you weren’t ready to have sex yet because you were nervous and sukuna understood and told you that he was willing to wait for whenever you were ready.

but when you were ready though, it was kind of spontaneous and you weren’t even wearing a matching pair of bra and underwear that day

you two were chilling in your room watching some stupid (according to sukuna) animal documentary when suddenly you felt his hand on your thigh

dating sukuna and all, it was normal for him to have his hands on some part of your body (whether it be your thigh or your waist) while you two were in bed.

but you were feeling a bit bolder HORNEE than usual so you began to leave a hot trail of kisses starting from his jaw all the way down to his neck.

sukuna obviously got the memo but before those kisses could escalate into something more daring, he asked you once more if you were completely sure you wanted to do it and once you gave him the green light, he was quick to tug his shirt over his head and pounce on you.

he started getting really into it though and accidentally bit your thigh which made you loose your high and scold him for it, but he let out a hearty laugh and muttered a quick apology before getting back into business

sike i lied, remember what i said about it being spontaneous? yeah, you technically didn’t loose your virginity to him that day because after he finished prepping you, you both came to a realization that you didn’t have a condom.

oh well, there’s always next time!

i think sukuna is a sucker for pet names: his favorite thing to call you is either kitten or princess and that’s it LOL he finds calling you baby or babe is a bit too cheesy for him

but he likes it when you call him baby or babe ;)

date nights consist of either staying in and cuddling in his room, going out for a walk at night (but very very late though. there’s still lamp posts that guide your way through the streets but it gives you the heebie jeebies to be out walking outside so late. sukuna always reminds you that nothing bad will happen as long as he’s right by your side), or just spending time with you and your families.

but if you’re really down to do it, he’ll probably initiate a make out session that’ll lead to y’all fucking one way or another (he only ever does it if he is 100% sure that you’re feeling it because he knows you get easily embarrassed if he asks you straight up)

(this part is mainly written for me because i love the idea of sukuna being over at family functions, but it can be applied as part of the general hc heh) if you took him to any of your family functions as your plus one for the first time, all the aunts and uncles would be a bit wary of him at first due to all of the tattoos and piercings he has (sukuna swears he has never felt so self conscious before) but after they strike up a conversation with him and find out that he’s actually a good guy who knows what he wants to do in the future and is very loyal to you, they start to like him more.

your little cousins adore him and love it when he comes over because sukuna is a very tall high schooler which makes him the perfect candidate as a monkey bar

so when you noticed that all the little ones started to climb on his body and mess around with his hair, you were quick to react because you knew your boyfriend was easily irritable which prompted you to think he hated kids

but there was nothing to worry about because when you saw him playing around with them and even crack a smile, you felt your heart grow fuzzy at the sight and you knew right then and there that you wanted to stick by sukuna’s side for the rest of your life

and in the unfortunate circumstances that sukuna is too busy to make it to one of your functions, the first thing everyone asks is “where’s your boyfriend?” or “where’s ‘kuna? i wanna play with him!”

so you have to facetime him and let him know that everyone is wondering where he is (your phone is dead by the end of the night because after the adults get their turn at saying hi to your boyfriend, the kids snatch your phone and end up talking to him for the rest of the night)

but in conclusion, everyone is waiting for the day he gets on one knee to propose to you and your parents are itching to get to get call sukuna their son-in-law :))

also don’t forget that your parents want two grandchildren: one boy and one girl!

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna hc #ryomensukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen hc #jjk hc #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #anime #anime fanfic #jjk

[bees--in-my--bones]

Mission: New Asgard

Character: Loki x reader (completely gender neutral. There are zero indications of the readers gender, no pronouns at all. Note that this is written from the perspective of a woman, though, so if something is too biased, please let me know!)

Summary: You are assigned to help integrate the Asgardians to Midgardian society, but your mission ends a whole lot different than you expect.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 5,493

A/N: My second fic! The title is supposed to be a play on the Mission: Impossible movies, but I've never actually seen one, so sorry if it's wrong lol. Now that I officially have more than one fic, I'm gonna make a masterlist, so that will be coming soon. I hope you like the story!

You rapped your knuckles on the office door that had been left slightly ajar. “Director Mackenzie? You asked to see me?”

“Come on in, Y/N. Elena was just leaving.”

You opened the door and nodded at Agent Rodriguez as she made her way out. She gave you a curt nod in return.

Alphonso Mackenzie, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., leaned back into the chair behind his desk and gestured for you to have a seat. “And for the last time, Y/N, you are one of my most trusted operatives. Call me Mack, please.”

You sat down. “Sorry, Mack.”

He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a file folder stuffed to the brim with documents, which he dropped onto the desk between you, the loud thwap resounding in the small office.

“I have a mission for you, Agent. A few days ago, the planet Asgard was completely destroyed.”

“Asgard?” you interjected. “Like where Thor is from?”

He nodded. “You’ll find all of that and more in these files. Thor and his brother Loki have set up a colony in a small town in Norway. We need you to supervise the integration of the Asgardian people onto Earth. This is the first known mass migration of aliens that our planet has ever seen, and we need to be keeping a close eye on this, or it could go sideways real fast.”

You pulled the files closer and began to flip through a few pages. “I thought Loki was a bad guy. What was it? 80 people in 2 days? Plus the invasion of New York. Why are we letting him back here?”

Mack sighed and rubbed his temple. “I can’t personally vouch for the man, but Thor claims he was being mind controlled. According to Thor, Loki eventually broke free of the control and killed the guy who was behind the whole thing. Some alien named Thanos? Tony Stark himself seems okay with this New Asgard business, and you know how paranoid he gets. So for now, we observe, not attack.”

“Gotcha,” you said. “When do I leave?”

“As soon as you can get your stuff together and get out of here. Say the word and we'll start prepping a Quinjet.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” you said, standing up and grabbing the files. “I’ll let you know as soon as I get an idea of my timeline.”

“Thank you Agent L/N, and good luck.”

------

You gripped the steering wheel tightly, barely making a rather sharp turn. When you finished this assignment, you were going to have to have a talk with whoever designed these roads. Despite the unsafe driving conditions, though, you sighed in contentment. You were back in the field, this is where you belonged.

You pulled a van loaded to the brim with various tech items mixed in with your personal possessions down a bumpy road, coming to a stop before a small, rustic-looking, seaside town, where two men and a woman stood for you. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. You turned the key and shut off the van, trying to get a read on each of the people standing before you.

The buff blond man was clearly Thor. You recognized him from the news and the files you had read. Next to him was a tall woman with dark hair who had wan air of confidence about her. You had never seen her, nor did S.H.I.E.L.D. have any data on her. The third man was lanky, but clearly still fit, with dark hair that fell just past his shoulders. He was clad in green and had a demeanor that made you shiver. This was Loki, scourge of New York and would-be king of Midgard. But Thor and Tony Stark had vouched for him, and that would have to be enough for Y/N L/N, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

You exited the van and heard Thor call to you. “Welcome, newcomer! Our scouts observed your vehicle approaching our home!”

You walked briskly towards the group. Game time. Put on the 'no time for your shit' face and get to business. Coming to a stop in front of them, you began to speak. “My name is Y/N L/N and I am here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division of the American government. We have been granted permission from the government of Norway to oversee this colony's development. This is an unprecedented situation on Earth, and as such, we have written new protocols. I am the agent assigned to this case, and I will be supervising the construction of New Asgard and its integration into Midgardian society.”

Thor furrowed his brow. “I was under the impression that S.H.I.E.L.D. was controlled by Hydra.”

You nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. The previous incarnation of S.H.I.E.L.D. was corrupt, but we are a hardy breed, so to speak. A much smaller branch has survived, and deals with various situations across the world, aliens being one of them.”

Thor nodded. “Then we welcome your presence here with open arms.”

Loki scoffed. “You are too trusting, brother. This so-called agent could be anyone. What cause do we have to believe this story?”

You turned to him. “Loki, God of Mischief, Chaos, and Lies, correct? You of all people should know, am I lying?”

He stared at you, long and hard, before shaking his head. “No, I suppose you aren’t,” he admitted.

“There’s that then,” you said. “Now, I will need to ask the three of you some questions regarding yourselves, if you don’t mind.”

-----

The strange woman was first. You had been given a small shack to conduct your interviews out of, the woman stared at you from across the table, looking for all the world like she had somewhere better to be.

“Name?”

“Brunnhilde.”

“No family name?”

“I am a Valkyrie. I have no blood other than my sisters.”

“Right,” you said, “You lived on Asgard then?”

Her face took on a sour look. “A long time ago. I’ve spent the last few centuries on a different planet, Sakaar.”

You scribbled the information into your notepad. “What do you do then? If you were gone so long, why are you back with the Asgardians?”

Her chest puffed with pride. “I am to be the new King of Asgard. On the Summer Solstice we will hold a coronation. It will give the people enough time to accept the transfer of power from Odin’s bloodline to me, and for me to learn how to lead.”

You nodded and took note of it. “Congratulations,Your Majesty-to-be. I believe that’s all I need for now, but I expect we will see a lot of each other over the months.”

-----

Thor. The large man sat across from you, seemingly happy to be there.

“Thor Odinson, correct?” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“And I hear you're passing on the title of King to Brunnhilde?”

A dark look came over his face. “I have learned recently that my family has done many wrongs by Asgard. As long as I breathe, I will fight for Asgard and her people, but I do not believe it is my place to rule. Brunnhilde loves the people and has a talent for leadership. She will be a much better King than I.”

“A very noble decision, Thor. Thank you very much, and please send your brother in on your way out.”

-----

“Name?”

“I believe you know who I am.”

You sighed. “It's a formality, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“Friggason.”

“What?”

“I prefer Loki Friggason.”

You nodded, and made the necessary changes to his file. “Noted. Anything else I should know about?”

“Just a warning,” he said, leaning forward, his voice dangerously low. “I am the God of Lies. The truth is a luxury I will afford no one, especially your little government. The God of Chaos is an enemy you do not want to have.”

You raised an eyebrow, and wrote a single word in your file, exaggerating each syllable as you wrote it out. “Dra. Ma. Tic.”

Truth be told, you were a little scared, given this guy’s reputation, but you would be damned before you let your exterior crack.

Loki scowled. He seemed to do that a lot. “You mortals think you are so funny, do you not?”

You shrugged. “I’m delightful.” You slipped your papers into your file folder and stood up. “See you around, Friggason.”

You left, leaving Loki slightly aghast that you had managed to get the last word in.

-----

You walked calmly out of the hut, then quickened your pace as you made your way back to your van. Loki, as much as it pained you to say, had been intimidating, and your heart was beating a mile a minute.

You opened the door and climbed inside, shoving your paperwork into a filing cabinet, which you promptly locked. You turned to your computers, fiddling with the buttons, atttempting to establish your connection back to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

"It's quite rude to walk out on a prince, you know."

You jumped and whipped around to see Loki standing outside your van.

"What the hell!"

"I said-"

"I know what you said, Your Highness," you interrupted. "But you scared the shit out of me. “

"Many apologies," he said as he hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of the van, his insincerity clear. "And I grant you permission to refer to me as Loki."

"How generous," you muttered, before going back to your instruction manual. Technology had never been your forte. You chose being a field agent over a scientist for a reason.

The both of you sat in silence for a while, you working slowly through the instructions that Fitz, a S.H.I.E.L.D agent much more qualified in machinery than you, had given you.

You glanced up at Loki, half expecting to see him sleeping against the van's frame, only to find his gaze resting on you.

"Can I help you?" you asked.

He just laughed a bit, like staring at you had been the most normal thing in the world. "I am watching you, Midgardian, lest you sabotage the society my brother is trying to build."

"I never took you for the loyal type," you said, putting away your things. "I'm gonna have to ask you to get outta here though."

“Why?”

You gestured to the twilight outside. “It’s late. I’ve had a long day. I’m going to bed.”

Loki strained his head slightly, attempting to peek into the van. “Where do you plan on sleeping?”

Not breaking eye contact, you grabbed a cord on the wall and yanked, and the rusty old pull-down bed flopped out with a loud groan. The rickety old thing was probably going to give you back problems by the time you were done here, but such was life. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s money was usually spent on more pressing things than upgrading amenities for field agents.

Loki’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “You are not sleeping in that. We’ve built a larger house for Thor, Brunnhilde, and I. You’ll stay in one of the guest rooms there.”

You shrugged. “It’s not too bad out here.”

“Mortals,” he said under his breath, almost indecipherably, before speaking again, at a normal volume this time. “I insist. Whether I like it or not, you are a guest of Asgard, and you will be treated as such. Besides, that bed looks seconds away from collapsing.”

You nodded, trying not to betray your confusion at the combination of his kindness and rudeness. “Thank you, just give me a second to lock up.” You grabbed the pieces you had been fiddling with, then paused, your hand hovering over the satellite dish. “Actually, if you’re just gonna sit there, you may as well make yourself useful. You can teleport right?”

Suspicion crossed his face. “Yes?”

You held out the device. “Hop up to the top of the van, there should be a little cord. It’ll fit into this port here,” you said gesturing. “Plug it in for me, please?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You ask a god to do your bidding?”

You scoffed. “You’re not a god, you're an alien. And I just asked for a favor. You’re free to say no, but I’m exhausted, and as much as I would like to put off climbing on the roof off until tomorrow, I need to send a check in to headquarters ASAP.”

He begrudgingly reached out and took the dish and you watched as his form rippled green and faded away. You heard shuffling on the roof for a moment, then silence, before the Asgardian reappeared in front of you.

“If that’s all, Midgardian?” he said.

“Thank you, Highness,” you said, ignoring his tone. “And thank you for offering the room.” The monitor beeped a confirmation that your signal had connected and you punched in a code to let S.H.I.E.L.D. know you had made it to New Asgard. You grabbed the bag you had packed and hopped out of the van, waiting for Loki to follow suit before closing the doors and locking the vehicle.

You offered him your arm. “Shall we?”

He brushed past you, rolling his eyes at your mock-politeness.

“Alright then,” you muttered, “This is gonna be fun, isn’t it?” Taking one last look at the van behind you, you moved to catch up with the Asgardian walking briskly away from you.

-----

Loki had not been talkative on the way to the house, and after being curtly shown to your room, he quickly left. You had settled into a decently sized room complete with a desk and a small bathroom attached. Undoubtedly, the house was a far cry from an Asgardian palace, but it was much larger than needed for three, even four, people. Surprisingly, you got a sound night’s sleep.

You woke to rambunctious laughter, and, wiping bleariness from your eyes, got out of bed. You stood in front of a small mirror on the wall and attempted to make yourself look slightly less like you had just woken up. Moving to your bag, you put on clothes that were much more professional than the old sweatshirt you were currently wearing.

Finally satisfied, you stepped out of your room and followed the sounds of conversation into the kitchen, where you found Brunnhilde and Thor joking at the counter while Loki sat at a dining room table, reading a book.

Seeing you, Thor broke into a smile. “Y/N! Loki had told us you would be staying here!”

You returned the smile. “Thank you for letting me stay here, Thor. I really appreciate this.”

The large man set a plate heaping with food on the table and gestured for you to sit. You did, glancing at Loki as you took the seat across from him, but he made no move to acknowledge that you were there. Brunnhidle began to speak. “We will be building fishing boats today down at the docks today. Will you be joining us, Y/N? We could use an extra set of hands.”

You nodded. “I don’t mind helping out. I have a few things to take care of first, though, so I’ll meet you all down there.”

Thor clapped. “Excellent! We’ll make an Asgardian out of you yet!”

You laughed softly and finished your meal as Thor and Brunnhilde began to tell you the plans for the day.

------

After breakfast, you ran up to your room to grab your laptop and then met the rest of the group on the stairs of the house. “I’ll see you guys in a little while,” you said, waving while walking in the opposite direction.

Thor and Brunnhidle branched off from you, but Loki, still silent, walked beside you towards your van.

You looked at him quizzically, but he seemed to have no intention of indicating why he was with you, and not with Thor and Brunnhilde.

Finally, as you approached your van, you caved and asked. “Why are you with me instead of your brother?”

“I’ve consulted with Thor. I will be supervising you for the remainder of your stay here.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “I’m supposed to be supervising you guys!”

“You are a stranger,” he replied, “and there’s something about you that I don’t trust. I have harmed Asgard many times over, and I don’t intend to let you get away with hurting these people any more.” There was an edge to his voice, that you had to admit, scared you.

After a long moment, you sighed. “Fine. I could use an assistant, I guess.” Which was apparently the right thing to say, because it made him clearly flustered.

“I am no one’s assistant, I am a prince of Asgard,” he argued as you turned away from him, partially to unlock your van and partially to hide your laughter.

You hopped up into the vehicle and grabbed a folder and tossed it to Loki, who was still sputtering about his status behind you. “Scan those in, would you?” you said gesturing at a machine in the back corner of the van.

He huffed but snatched the folder from your hand and went to fiddle with the machine.

You glanced over. “Do you know how to use that?”

“Yes,” he snapped. “This is primitive technology compared to what I have seen in my travels.”

You shrugged. “Okay.” You turned to your computer and queued up a call to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. “I’m gonna need you to be quiet for a second,” you said, right before Mack’s face popped onto the screen.

“Y/N! How’s Norway treating you?” he said with a smile.

“Colder than I thought, but not too bad. They’ve given me an actual bed to sleep in. You really need to update the beds in these vans,” you joked.

“I’ll let the budget committee know,” he replied. “I trust Thor and Loki are being cooperative, then?”

“More or less,” you said before stepping to the side, putting Loki in full view of your webcam.

Mack’s eyes widened. The change was subtle, but you could tell he was surprised. “That’s Loki.”

“Yup.”

“In your van.”

“Yup.”

“Why?”

“His Highness has deemed me untrustworthy, and decided I need a chaperone.”

“Right,” said Mack, suspicion in his voice. “Well you know the drill. Weekly check-ins, and don’t hesitate to contact me if you have any problems,” he said, looking at Loki.

“Gotcha, Mack. Talk to you next week,” you said, turning off the call. You turned to Loki, who had yet to even turn the scanner on. “You don’t know how to work that, do you?”

He glared at you and did not reply.

“Come here, Your Highness, I’ll show you. It really isn’t that hard.”

“You know the honorific loses its value when you say it so sarcastically,” he said, while watching your motions intensely, memorizing the steps to work the machine.

“Sorry, Highness.”

-----

The two of you walked down to the beach shortly after, meeting Brunnhilde and Thor at the docks. You were allotted supplies and miraculously, you and Loki ended up caulking the same boat.

Great.

The silence was deafening at first, until you decided to break it.

“You know I never would have assumed that someone of such status would be out here doing the dirty work,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

He grimaced. “I owe Asgard a debt. I intend to repay it, however I can offer service.”

“A very noble stance from Loki, God of Mischief.”

He grinned and looked up, meeting your eyes. “I find that one can be noble while still being quite mischievous.”

You felt your face heat up, and ducked your head, looking down at your work. He had smiled at you, for the first time, and what he had said had sounded almost like flirting. Why had that made your stomach turn in such a strange way?

“Oh my,” he laughed. “Seems that the Midgardian is finally speechless.”

“Just trying to hold my tongue around my betters, Highness,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Now let’s get to work before Brunnhilde has our heads.”

-----

Finally, late that afternoon, the work was done, and the New Asgard armada of fishing boats was ready for a celebratory launch. You and Loki stood in the crowd, watching Brunnhilde give a speech in front of the flagship, which really wasn’t much larger than the rest of the fleet. Loki leaned over and whispered to you, “You know, back in the day, the Norse would give a human sacrifice to the sea god to ensure safe passage.”

You wrinkled your nose, put off by the suggestion. “I think I prefer the more English tradition,” you replied, watching as Brunnhilde smashed a bottle of champagne against the hull of the ship.

Loki sighed. “Such a waste of perfectly good champagne.”

“I’m sure there's plenty more alcohol around here somewhere,” you said as you walked over to your boat, preparing for her maiden voyage. You hopped in and offered Loki your hand to help him in. He hesitated, but he took it.

“What should we name her?” you asked.

“What?”

“You know,” you shrugged, “We have to give our ship a name.”

Loki seemed to ponder it a moment before deciding. “How about The Midgardian?”

You put your hand on your chest in mock flattery. “Aww, you named her after me, didn’t you?”

He laughed. “It’s a fitting name. She’s lackluster and hardly even worthy of being called a boat.” His words were biting, and maybe you were imagining things, but you could have sworn you heard the playfulness in his voice.

You laughed and tossed him an oar. “For you, Highness.”

“Many thanks, Midgardian.”

The two of you followed the rest of New Asgard, rowing out to sea. Suddenly, you noticed a small sprig of water in the bottom of the boat. “Loki,” you said, the fear dawning on you, “I think the boat is leaking.”

He turned to see the small leak coming through the floorboards. “Okay,” he said, suddenly serious, “Don’t panic. Let’s turn around.”

You switched the side you were paddling on, beginning to move the boat in a circle. Before you could completely orient yourselves, the floorboards cracked, and a large chunk of wood detached from the boat. You yelped as the water came flooding in.

Loki swore. “Can you swim?” he asked you, speaking quickly.

You nodded. All S.H.I.E.L.D. agents knew how to swim.

“Then jump!” he said, and you did, without a second thought. Your boat was sinking fast, and there was no way you were going to make it back to shore dry.

You hit the water, and a second later, heard Loki behind you.

“Swim towards Thor’s boat, he can get us-”

You missed the rest of his sentence as you were pulled away from him.

You fought the current that had taken hold of you, but your panic was making things worse. In the confusion, you lost control, and dipped under water. The ocean filled your mouth. Breaking the surface again, you choked out most of the water, trying to stay calm and find a way out, but every second you were being pulled further out to sea. Falling under once again, you were prepared to accept your fate when a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you into calmer waters.

You gasped for air as Loki held you against himself, allowing you time to recover.

“Wha- How did-” you began, once you could speak.

“Don’t talk, just breathe,” he said. “I am a god, I can overpower currents much easier than your mortal bodies can.”

“Thank you, Loki,” you said.

“You are welcome, Y/N.”

A larger boat pulled up next to you, Thor leaning over the side. “Brother, Agent Y/N! Take my hand!”

Loki helped you onto the deck of the boat before climbing over the side himself.

You flopped onto the deck, panting. “Rest in peace, SS Midgardian.”

-----

Later that night, you and Loki sat together watching the fire crackle. Thor had brought you a hot drink, and after plenty of fussing ensuring that you were okay, had left to do something leader-ish with Brunnhilde.

Suddenly, a loud scuffling at the door broke the silence and a series of thudding footsteps made their way toward you. Upon seeing your company, Loki sighed, exasperated. You turned and saw a large figure that appeared to be made out of rock alongside a smaller, insect-looking creature.

The large one began to speak, his gentle tone in contrast with his threatening form. “Hello. Um, I’m Korg and this is my friend Meik. We came to apologize for the whole boat thing. Thor put us in charge of wood collection, so it’s our bad, really. Sorry.”

“Oh, um, that’s alright,” you said, still processing the fact that there were two very large, very strange-looking, aliens in the living room. “You couldn’t have known the wood was rotting, and no one’s dead, so we’re good.”

“Alright, cool,” said Korg. “No harm, no foul, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Right then,” he said, scooping up Miek. “We’ve gotta get going. Thor put us on clean up duty for the next week.”

“Thank you, Korg!” you called, but he was already out the door.

Loki let out another sigh. “Idiots.”

You turned back to him. “I had no idea there were other aliens here! How many species came with you?”

“Just Korg and Meik. And unfortunately, they are around a lot.”

You settled into your armchair. “I’m gonna have to document this.” But even as you said it, you could feel yourself drifting off.

-----

The next day you woke in your own bed, slightly embarrassed at the implication that Loki had carried you there, but he never brought it up, so neither did you.

The next few weeks were filled with collecting information and helping with the construction of New Asgard to fill the rest of your time. Always, of course, accompanied by Loki. In a strange way, you were becoming friends. The two of you never exchanged a single kind word, but your actions said otherwise. Before long, it seemed less like Loki was breathing down your neck and more like he was genuinely relaxing around you.

“Hey, Mack,” you said, beginning your weekly call-in, Loki now sitting beside you instead of hiding in the background.

“Hey there, Y/N. How’s it going, Loki?”

“Quite well, thank you, Director Mackenzie.”

You stared at him in shock. You had never heard Loki use honorifics for a Midgardian.

The rest of the call was uneventful, and as soon as you hung up, you whirled toward Loki.

“You were polite!” you said, your tone accusatory.

Loki sniffed. “I do have manners, you know.”

“You called him Director Mackenzie.”

“And?”

“And I can count the number of times you’ve used my real name on one hand. It’s always ‘Midgardian’ this ‘Midgardian’ that. You know Mack’s a Midgardian too, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “And you call me ‘Highness’ in that terrible mocking tone of yours. The disrespect is mutual.”

You sighed. “Fine, we’ll call a truce. I’ll call you Loki, you call me Y/N, deal?” You stuck out your hand, waiting for his response.

He seemed to be considering his options, before he settled on his choice. “Deal.” He grasped your hand firmly within his and shook it.

“Glad we’re on the same page, Loki,” you said, leaning back into your chair.

“What now, Y/N?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I dunno. Brunnhilde and Thor don’t have anything going on, and I’m done with what I need to do.” You started clicking around on your computer. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“I’ve heard of movies, but never seen one.”

“You’ve never seen a movie?” you asked. “I guess that makes sense. It’s basically just a recorded play. You’ll love it.” You pulled up a movie. One of the lesser known perks of working for S.H.I.E.L.D.: free Netflix. “This is one of my favorites,” you said as the opening credits rolled.

“I suppose you aren’t giving me a choice then?” he asked.

“Nope,” you replied. “Now be quiet and watch.”

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Later that night, you were in the kitchen with Thor, cleaning up after dinner. The two of you worked in comfortable silence until suddenly-

“Are you and my brother involved romantically?”

The plate you were washing fell into the soapy water with a splash.

“What?”

“I have never seen him willingly be around a person as he is you,” Thor explained. “And he has changed. He is happier than he was before Midgard.”

You shook your head. “He doesn’t- I thought he was just ‘supervising’ in case I tried to kill you all.”

“Hardly. The man just has no clue how to adjust to a more… domestic lifestyle. He wants to be around you, he just does not know how to express that.”

“Huh,” was all you managed to say, not looking up from the dishes.

Thor let out a small chuckle. “One day you two will figure it out,” he said so quietly you weren’t even sure he said it.

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More time passed, you and Loki still spending your days together. Before you knew it, the Summer Solstice was here, and you spent the morning preparing.

Rushing around your van, alone for once, you scrambled to get your work done quickly before Brunnhidle’s coronation began.

Finishing up you glanced at your monitor when you saw a message pop up.

Alphonso Mackenzie: I forgot to mention it in our call this week, but you’re coming up on the six month mark, and there seems to be no complications with Asgard’s transition, so we’ll be pulling you back to HQ. We’ll sort out the details in next week’s meeting.

You felt a sinking feeling in your chest, which was quickly replaced by determination as you began to type your response.

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You hurried to Loki’s side, panting slightly, making it to the coronation just in time for Brunnhidle to make her entrance.

“You’re late,” he whispered.

“Shh,” you said. “They’re starting.”

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After every great coronation comes an even greater feast, and the Asgardians spent the rest of the day revealing and celebrating their new leader.

Surprisingly, you had seen very little of Loki. That wouldn’t last long though, because as the sun dipped below the horizon, your closest friend in New Asgard appeared from the crowd and said nothing as he led you to a private space away from the partygoers.

“I’ve hardly seen you all night,” he said, as soon as the two of you had a moment of relative silence.

“I know,” you laughed softly. “It’s been strange to not be around you.”

Your smile fell and you looked up at him. “Look, Loki, I have some news, and I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it.”

His expression turned serious and he led you to a small bench, where the both of you sat. He stayed silent, waiting for you to speak.

“I got a message from Mack today. They want me back in America.”

Loki’s entire demeanor changed. “What? You can’t go back. There’s still so much I- so much supervising to be done here.”

“That’s where the part I’m unsure of comes in,” you said. “I talked to Mack, and the specifics still need to be discussed, but if we can get agreement from all parties, he wants to create a new position at S.H.I.E.L.D. I’d be the first permanent Asgardian-Midgardian liaison that S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had.”

His face broke into a grin and he clasped your hands into his. “That’s wonderful! Why would I have any problems with that?”

“You haven’t always been my biggest fan,” you said, nudging his arm gently.

He was silent for a moment, looking for the words. “Maybe not at first,” he began slowly, looking you directly in your eyes, “but now, I’d argue that you are closer to me than anyone else.”

You suddenly became all too aware of his hands resting on yours, and the closeness of his face to yours. “Loki…”

“I hate to admit it, but after a long talk with Thor, I’ve realized that I’ve grown quite fond of you, Y/N.”

“I guess I’ve grown fond of you too, Your Highness,” you said, smiling softly.

“Oh, Midgardian,” he said, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice as his face drew nearer.

You didn’t remember which of you closed the gap, only that it was the most magical kiss you had ever had.

A/N: Thanks for reading! :)

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[chiliiscereal]

Here’s your GIF for the writing challenge!

Prompt: “It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.”

Good luck and thanks for participating!💛

Thanks for letting me do this challenge again @crossbowking !

Pairing: father figure Daryl x reader AGAIN cause I’m a sucker for that lol

Setting: season 2

Type: fluff and angst I guess?

Summary: when looking for Sophia, Daryl finds reader holed up in a cabin. Reader doesn’t speak, doesn’t listen, and doesn’t trust them at all. No one can figure out why but reader sticks with them anyway. One day, Daryl follows reader when they sneak out of camp, hoping to find out what could possibly have happened to make them like that

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Silent world

Sophia’s tracks had begun to fade like the afternoon sunlight. They had gotten faint but Daryl didn’t want to tell Carol the truth. Eventually they disappeared and he was only left with a direction.

He found a set of footsteps the size of Sophia’s about thirty minutes later. It had to be her. Judging by how they weren’t set in one specific direction, whoever it was must be lost.

He followed the footsteps to an old cabin. She had to be in there.

You, however, hadn’t realized you were followed until the door was opened. You felt the thumping of cautious footsteps on the floorboards and immediately jumped into action. You pulled yourself from the floor quickly and hid yourself beneath the dusty bed in the corner, dragging the blankets down to obscure you from their vision. If there was one thing you’d learned in this new world it was that you couldn’t trust people. Strangers, family, doesn’t matter.

“Sophia?” Daryl called out as he peered around the corner cautiously. He glanced about the room, taking in the living conditions.

Old food wrappers...

Empty water bottles...

A few blood stains...

An old backpack that CLEARLY wasn’t Sophia’s...

Whoever had been there it wasn’t Sophia. They’d been there longer than the girl had been lost.

He tightened his grip on his crossbow. “Whoever’s in here better come out now.” He ordered.

The only response was a slight shuffling noise from under the bed. If it had been Shane or Rick they wouldn’t have heard it. But Daryl had been hunting out in the woods since he was a child, trained in hearing the sounds of hiding creatures.

Whoever they were they were alive.

“Gonna hide forever?” He growled, raising the crossbow so it pointing at the bed.

Nothing.

He was absolutely tired of this person acting like their cover hadn’t been blown.

“Get out before I drag ya out myself.” He ordered, stepping closer.

Still nothing.

Finally, he had enough of it. He reached over and pulled the blanket away from the floor. He waited... thinking they’d come out.

No movement at all.

He grabbed the bed by its headboard and shoved it away from the wall, causing a small gasp to come from underneath it.

You were no longer in darkness.

You opened your wide eyes and backed up against the wall, chest heaving with panic.

This man looked dangerous to say the least.

Mean expression.

Weapon out and pointed at her face.

Knife hanging at his belt.

Suspicious blood stains on his shirt.

“You gotta be shittin’ me.” He groaned. “I go out lookin’ fer one kid and then I find a different one?”

You didn’t respond. You just watched him with wide eyes.

“Ya seen another girl ‘round here, kid?” He asked, trying to calm down.

Still nothing. You just pulled your legs closer and tried to press closer into the wall.

“Got a family?” He interrogated with a firmer tone. “A group? Parents? Hell, even a weapon?”

You watched him carefully. Almost too carefully in Daryl’s opinion. Once he’d finished you shook your head, eyes drifting back to the crossbow in his hand.

He hadn’t even realized it was still pointing at her. He lowered it but still kept the weapon in his grip. “The hell am I ‘sposed to do now?” He asked himself out loud. “Don’t need another mouth to feed.”

You didn’t offer any suggestions. All you did was stare.

After a moment he groaned, his morals speaking louder than the selfishness of a survivor. “Damn it. C’mon. Get up.” He waved you to follow after him.

You shook your head, backing away. You didn’t know this man! He could hurt you! Do bad things! No way in hell would you willingly go with him.

He frowned. “Can’t ya talk?”

Nothing.

Just wide eyes.

“Listen, I’m ‘bout to leave yer ass alone in the woods if ya don’t give me a good enough reason why ya can’t.” His temper began to flare. “Got a group, got food, got water, an’ other kids. Seems like a pretty good deal ta me.”

You seemed to react to the word ‘kids’. You sat up a bit and seemed to watch him with interest.

“Yeah. We got another kid at our camp.” He nodded. “It’s safe.” He swore he was about to leave right then when you said nothing.

You looked down at the floor, thinking. Was this a good idea? He could easily be lying. Very easily. He seemed to know exactly what to say. That was dangerous. Very dangerous.

But other kids... safety... and water... that was something you hadn’t seen in a good long while. Might as well give it a try, right? You could always run if things went south. You were good at that.

Needless to say, Daryl was surprised when you pulled yourself off the ground and picked up your bag. You gave him a wary look but followed him anyway.

“So, ya ever talk?” He asked as the two of you walked through the woods.

You didn’t answer. You just surveyed the woods carefully. He could have men out there waiting to jump you and do bad things. Or there could be walkers. You didn’t know.

Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder, flinching you out of your state of mind.

“Gonna answer me or what?” Daryl asked, getting more and more frustrated.

You just frowned at him, unsure of what he was saying. He was talking too fast for you to follow along with it.

“I asked if ya ever talk.” He shouldered his crossbow, no hope whatsoever in you answering.

All he got in return was a shrug.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He sighed. Whatever. At least he’d be able to walk to the farm in silence.

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When they arrived everyone was confused on who you were or where you came from.

The people living in the farm house asked you many questions and you could only catch a few words here and there.

Where

Who

Name

Girl

Sophia

Seen

Group

Woods

You just stared at the floor, unsure of how to respond.

“Is there something wrong with her?” Maggie asked quietly. “She’s not answering anything.”

“Been like that since I found ‘er.” Daryl shrugged. “Ain’t sure ‘a her name, family, or if she even got anybody.”

“Where’d you find her?” Lori frowned. “Surely she has parents somewhere out there.”

Daryl wanted nothing more to leave and return to his tent. But he answered anyway. “Was in a cabin. By the looks ‘a it it’s just her.”

“Sweetie, can you tell us your name?” Lori bent down so she could see your face. “Or where your parents are?”

Your eyes didn’t leave the floor.

Lori sighed. “It’s almost as if she can’t hear me.”

“Or don’t want to.” Shane snorted, leaning against the wall. “Kid doesn’t seem too happy to be here. Probably just thinks ignorin’ us is gonna make us mad or some shit.”

“Damn right it’s makin’ me mad.” The hunter watched the kid in front of him. “Can’t tell if it’s on purpose.”

“I’ve heard ‘bout kids shutting down an’ not speak in’ when they’ve been through somethin’ traumatic.” Hershel informed the group. “It could be like what happened to Beth earlier, an’ it’ll just take some time for her to come around.”

That was the answer everyone seemed to settle on.

They gave you time as well as plenty of opportunities to talk to them. They tried asking questions or telling you things but you didn’t respond no matter how hard anyone tried.

Daryl began to suspect what the real case could be when you didn’t even respond when Shane yelled at you.

He’d been trying to hurry up the process by forcing you to talk. When he got no response he finally snapped.

You’d been reading a book Maggie let you borrow, unaware that anyone had been talking. But you caught on quickly when the book had been slapped from your hands.

You gasped and stumbled away, face to face with an angry Shane.

You weren’t close to anyone in the group so you ran to the person who had brought you there, hiding behind Daryl.

Daryl had been surprised. He didn’t think you liked anybody there at all. After all, you never talked to anybody. Never answered any questions. Being there for five days hadn’t changed anything.

“The hell’s yer problem man.” Daryl growled. “Ya always go ‘round tryin’ to scare kids or what?”

“It’s not my damn fault she won’t talk.” Shane yelled. “She’s gonna learn some respect if she wants to stay here.”

“Yellin’ at her won’t get ya any damn respect.” Daryl bit back. “Hershel said it’d take time, didn’t he?” He glanced down at you as you hid your face from the fight.

“It’s takin’ too much in my opinion.” Shane rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.

From that day on you steered clear of Shane and stayed by Daryl’s side. He wasn’t too sure why you’d chosen him out of everyone else and neither were you. But it seemed to be the right choice. The man never forced you to talk. He never yelled at you when you didn’t react.

It seemed like he simply enjoyed peace and quiet.

You helped around the farm house by washing dishes and feeding chickens. You helped Maggie and Lori make dinner and always helped them clean up after.

You picked flowers for Lori.

You showed Carl how to climb a tree.

You played cards with Glenn.

If Daryl didn’t know better he’d say that you were enjoying your stay at the farm.

But you still weren’t talking.

You interacted with everyone, yeah, but you still never spoke.

Not even when the farm fell.

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You and everyone had spent almost a month out in the woods once the farm was gone. You bounced from house to house and never stayed in one spot longer than needed.

One house you stayed at, you found a pair of small batteries. Even wire and tweezers. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give you hope.

So that night you snuck out to the back yard once you were sure everyone was asleep.

But everyone wasn’t.

Daryl wasn’t.

He’d noticed the moment you disappeared.

He’d gotten up and walked outside, crossbow in hand. Maybe you’d ran away. Or got taken. Maybe you went outside and gotten lost.

But he found you leaning against a tree instead.

“It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.” Daryl stated, even though he knew you wouldn’t respond.

You did however react to feeling his footsteps vibrating the ground. Quickly, you stuffed whatever had been in your hands into your pockets and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Damn, kid, I ain’t gonna bite.” He held up his hands in surrender. “The hell ya doin out here?”

As always, you didn’t say anything. You looked back at the forest floor almost guiltily.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He frowned.

You knew you should tell him. He’d proven himself trustworthy after all. You just... you were scared you were wrong. That he’d be just like every other adult I. Your life.

“What’d ya have in yer hand before?” He tried, gesturing to whatever you’d stuffed in your pocket.

You tore your gaze away from him and reached down to pull out an object wrapped in cloth.

Daryl sat down beside you. “Can I see it?”

You held it a bit closer, brain still thinking in circles.

“I ain’t gonna break it or nothin’ if that’s what yer worried about.” He rolled his eyes.

Finally your mind was made. You set it down in his hands and waiting for his reaction.

Carefully, aware that you were watching his every movement, he unwrapped whatever it was.

He didn’t know what it was at first. It was almost as long as his smallest finger and was colored silver and tan. He realized what it was when he finally turned it over.

“Hearin’ aids?” He asked, turning to you.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “D-deaf.” You spoke, nerves at how he’d react making you stutter.

He jerked back a bit in surprise. “Ya been deaf this entire time?”

Another nervous nod.

“Damn, that’s impressive.” He gave you a sort of half grin. “How’d no one catch on? An’ why didn’t ya tell nobody?”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a notebook, scribbling on a couple sentences. You showed him once you were done.

‘Lip reading. And I didn’t trust you.’

“But why didn’t ya talk like ya did now?” He frowned. “I wouldn’t ‘a known the difference.”

You wrote down more, hesitantly.

‘I’ve been told I sound stupid when I talk. So I don’t.’

You fiddled with your shoelace as he read.

“Who the hell told ya that?” He practically growled. “And why don’t ya know any ‘a that sign language?”

You took the notebook back and wrote down a few more sentences.

“And why don’t ya use the hearin’ aids?” He added.

You turned the book back to face him, only one word written.

‘Dad’

You felt ashamed to be admitting this. This wasn’t anything he needed to know. He would probably react the same way your dad reacted when he was given the opportunity.

“Hell no yer gonna explain more than that.” Daryl pushed the book back into your arms. “Can’t just half ass an answer.”

You sighed and began again.

‘He thought being deaf was a weakness. No sign language, no hearing aids, and no talking the moment my mom turned. He broke them when I broke the rules.’

You swallowed the emotions rising back up in the back of your throat.

He was a horrible man.

It was sickening, but you were almost glad that he was gone.

Daryl’s expression darkened when he read those words. “Sounds like an ass to me.” He handed the notebook back to you again. “So you tryin’ ya fix ‘em?”

You nodded and pulled out the batteries and wire, shrugging.

Daryl sighed. “Sorry, but that won’t be enough to fix these.” He examined the hearing aids once more. The wires were pulled apart and some of the plastic had snapped.

“... I know.” You managed to speak again, summoning your bravery. “Just wanted to try.”

Daryl’s expression didn’t change when you spoke. Maybe your dad was wrong. Maybe you didn’t sound as stupid as he told you you did.

Daryl handed the hearing aids back to you gently. “M’sorry kid.”

You shrugged again, placing them back in your pocket carefully.

Suddenly, Daryl had an idea. I’d require a run for sure but it’d be worth it. For now, he’d keep quiet about it. He didn’t even know if it’d work. But he might as well try.

——-

For the next few weeks on the road Daryl was on every run. You were curious about why but you dismissed it as him trying to make sure everyone would survive the coming winter.

By now, everyone knew you were deaf. They all reacted as Daryl had and treated you the same as they always did.

It was relieving to be honest. And a bit of a surprise. But the bigger surprise came later when Daryl told you he wanted to show everyone something in the woods.

You’d followed along, assuming he’d found more supplies.

Instead of revealing more supplies, he knelt down so he was at your level.

“I know it’s been hard without yer hearin’...” he started, reaching into his back pocket, “an’ I hope ya don’t mind I did this without askin’...” he pulled out an object wrapped in a familiar cloth.

You realized what was happening the moment you saw it.

“I gave it my best shot.” He pulled away the fabric and revealed the newly repaired hearing aids. “Found a book an’ some supplies on the last run.”

You hadn’t even realized tears were running down your face until they dropped onto your shirt.

Daryl reaches over and placed the hearing aids in your hands. “Give ‘em a try?”

You glanced at the faces of your new group. They must have known. Not a single one of them looked surprised. Just expectant and...happy. Happy for you.

Slowly, you tucked your hair out of your way. You set the small machine in place. You placed your hand over the on button tentatively.

The Hunter you’d grown attached to gave you a nod.

Finally, you pressed the button.

You waited and held your breath.

It was as if everything came crashing in at once.

The wind that rushed through the trees was giving out hollow rattling noises.

The birds above were chirping shrilly, each whistle harmoniously fitting together like a puzzle.

And you... you could hear yourself gasping in surprise as you spun in circles. You could hear the leaves crunching beneath your feet. Did that always happen?

“I’ll take it that it works?” Your thought were interrupted by a raspy southern accent.

You spun around, facing Daryl once more.

He stood back up, tip of his mouth tipped up in a half smile.

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t even thank him with your words.

So you thanked him the only way you knew how: with actions.

You wasted no time in running in his direction, more tearing spilling down your face as you wrapped your arms around the surprised man.

He returned the gesture after a moment of hesitation. “Wasn’t no problem.”

You buried you face in his shoulder, overcome with emotion. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you!”

He rubbed your back comfortingly. “Was nothin’.”

You shook you head and hugged him harder. “No, it was everything.”

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[heyyyharry]

Deep End - Chapter 9: Closer

...in which Ezi has her first kiss.

Word count: 5.4k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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“Do you know why there’s a true love’s kiss and not a true love’s hug?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? I was asking you.”

Harry sighed, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He had to keep his eyes on the road, but Ezi would keep distracting him with her shifting in her seat every two seconds and rambling on about silly topics he had no interest in. However, he’d promised to not be a dick whenever she talked to him, so he wouldn’t.

“Can’t you see that I’m driving?”

“So?” Ezi snorted. “Just answer the question.”

Harry sighed again. “I guess that’s because a kiss is more special than a hug...romantically.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Why not not? You’re just exchanging saliva.”

“It’s special if you’re exchanging saliva with someone you care about.”

Ezi still wasn’t satisfied with that explanation. “Okay, but what if the person won’t let you kiss them? How will you know if it’s true love?”

“If they don’t want to kiss you, it means they’re not interested, and therefore, it’s not true love,” Harry said. He couldn’t believe he was actually giving this some thought, but oh well, it was a long drive to the manor anyway. “For me at least,” he added, “true love must come from both sides.” Then he stole a glance at her and did a double-take. “Are you taking notes on your phone?”

Ezi flinched and put her phone into her bag right when she made eye contact with him. “No.”

“Liar. You were.”

“I’m learning to be human.”

“Just say you wanna kiss me.” Harry smirked. “We’re the only people here. This is a safe space.”

“It’s never a safe space when you’re in it,” Ezi said.

Harry’s eyebrows went high. “Excuse me? Yesterday you almost attacked a child for cutting the line in the supermarket.”

Ezi gave a firm nod without showing any remorse. “And the child would have deserved it. You, on the other hand, are deadly with your words.”

“How?!” cried Harry. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you ever since we started fake dating.”

Ezi rolled her eyes and checked her watch. “Yeah, your new record of being nice to me is two hours. Congrats.”

Harry exhaled, his shoulders slumped. “Okay, I think we should go over what to do when we see my mum, because if we act like this in front of her--”

“Why are we seeing your mother again?”

“Didn’t Jeff tell you?”

Ezi shook her head. She seemed quite confused, so Harry guessed Jeff had forgotten. To be honest, Harry found it funny and a little concerning that she had no idea why she was in the car after having been in the car for two hours. Someone could just kidnap her one day, and she wouldn’t even realise until they told her it was a kidnap. Or, maybe she just trusted him not to drive her to a government lab and donate her organs to science.

“Well, Jeff wants some new PR content of you hanging out with my family,” he told her.

“Why?” she asked, face scrunched up.

He lifted his shoulders. “To humanise you.”

“Good luck with that,” Ezi scoffed, rested her elbow on the window on her side and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “It takes a lot to humanise me.”

“Well, not literally. Just in the public eye, because a lot of people suspect that this is a PR relationship. We’ve only been seen together as friends or co-workers.”

“That’s not true. We’re not even friends.”

“Exactly!” Harry exclaimed. “So if we can convince my mother that we’re dating, we can convince the whole world. Trust me.”

Harry didn’t even exaggerate it; his mother could detect a lie from miles away. He could count the number of times he’d got away with a lie to her on one hand. However, he had never lied to her about being in a relationship. So hopefully, she’d be too happy with the thought of him not being a player like his dad to tell the whole thing was fake.

And so for the rest of the drive, he and Ezi tried acting out scenarios for when they met his mother again. They broke out laughing most of the time because Harry would say something too cheesy or Ezi would use some lines she’d learned from those Netflix originals that Harry had rated one star. Now that they were standing on the steps of the manor, they had to keep it together. Because no one would shout ‘cut!’ if they messed up their lines. This was almost like going in for a blind audition, and Harry knew his mother would be the toughest judge to impress.

“Harold!”

“Niall?” Harry’s eyes went wide when his best friend shoved the butler aside and embraced Harry at the door. Mikasa, Niall’s girlfriend, was standing right behind him, wearing a dark green satin dress that fell loosely to her knees. She gave Harry a lopsided smile, her black curls bouncing on her shoulders as she approached.

Harry hadn’t talked to her for weeks, but he assumed she already knew about Ezi. Hopefully just as much as his mother did. Unless Niall had broken the bro code and told Mikasa everything.

“Mimi, long time no see!” Harry said as he went in for a hug.

Mikasa eyed him up and down with her big smokey eyes. He always imagined those eyes having a special power that enabled her to stare right into his soul and read him like an unsealed letter. She was a psychiatrist and always making her friends feel like they were having a regular session in her office.

“So this is your girlfriend?” Mikasa asked, smiling at Ezi.

Harry’s gaze jumped to Niall, who subtly locked his lips with an invisible key and tossed it over his shoulder. Niall knew about the PR relationship, but Harry could always trust Niall not to tell anyone, even Mikasa. Especially Mikasa.

“Darling, you made it!” exclaimed Harry’s mother as she descended the stairs. Harry was just going in for a hug when he saw who were following behind her. And he froze.

Dawson and evil Aunt Beatrice. Dawson was wearing a simple black suit, completely made invisible by his mother in the tackiest neon orange sundress Harry had ever seen. He could hear his stylish crying just from seeing this outfit.

“What are they doing here, Mum?” Harry quietly asked his mother as they hugged.

His mother kissed his cheek and whispered back, “Since you invited Niall and Mikasa, I thought I should invite Dawson and his mother.”

“How is that the same thing?”

“Harry!” Aunt Beatrice said in her glass-breaking voice as she pulled him in for a suffocating bear hug. “Ah, you grew up so fast! I hardly recognise you!”

“It’s only been a couple of weeks, Aunt Beatrice.”

“I know, right? Kids these days.”

“I’m twenty-four.”

“Harry,” Harry’s mother reminded him, so Harry took a deep breath and went to stand beside Ezi. She looked at him like a deer in front of headlights. This couldn’t be good. His family must be overwhelming for her.

“Hey, Ezili!” Dawson waved at her with a smile, and suddenly, her face brightened, and she enthusiastically waved back. Traitorous little fish, Harry thought as he watched the two greet one another.

“Congratulations, you two,” Dawson said.

Ezi opened her mouth to reply when Harry threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back to his side. He gave Dawson the best grin he could fake. “Thanks,” was all he said.

“Picture, everyone!” Niall interrupted the awkward interaction and pulled out his phone.

Everyone gathered together, and Niall winked at Harry. “Now, Mother Styles, could you stand closer to Ezili? Closer! Thanks. There we go. Looks like Ezili’s a part of the family.”

Once the picture was taken, he nudged Harry with his shoulder. “You’re welcome, asshole.”

Harry patted him on the back. “Send it to Jeff for me.”

“Boys, are you coming?” asked Mikasa, who was walking ahead, holding Ezi’s hand.

“Coming, lovebug!” Niall shouted at her and told Harry. “See? She likes Ezili.”

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“So what do you do for a living?” was the first question Harry’s mother asked Ezili when they sat down at the lunch table. They were eating in a glass house in the flower garden by the lake. There were people dressed in uniforms serving them tea and appetizers, and Ezili felt like she was Alice having tea with the Queen of Hearts and her courtiers in Wonderland.

“I work at a bookstore,” she said when one of the maids filled her cup with Jasmine tea.

She didn’t understand Harry’s mother’s appalled reaction and why Harry had to add, “Ezi owns a bookstore.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Harry’s mother said, sounding strangely relieved.

Irritated, Ezili leaned in and whispered to Harry, “Why did you lie?”

But he didn’t answer and only shushed her before smiling at his mother again.

“Can’t believe I get to live to see Harry bring home a young lady!” said Aunt Beatrice. Dawson opened his mouth to interject, but she didn’t give him a chance, “I always thought you were gay!”

At that, Niall choked on his tea, and Mikasa had to rub his back as he coughed violently into his fist. Ezili knew what gay meant, but why was it a bad thing?

“What if I were?” Harry asked his aunt. “I don’t see the problem with me being gay, which I’m not.”

“These biscuits are so nice, Aunt Annalise,” Dawson told Harry’s mother, probably trying to save the conversation from turning into a fight. But it seemed like Dawson’s mother was out for blood this morning.

“Harry,” Aunt Beatrice started again, and Ezili saw Mikasa and Niall sink into their chairs. “You’re a celebrity and the heir to this manor and your father's business. It’s so...unexpected of you to be dating some girl who works in a bookstore.”

Ezili wasn’t dumb. She might not understand a lot of things humans said, but she knew sarcasm like her mother tongue. It was her time to say something.

“What’s wrong with working in a bookstore?” she asked, making direct eye contact with Aunt Beatrice, who was shocked by the question. Everyone at the table seemed to be holding their breath.

“How much could you possibly do and make by owning a bookstore these days?” Aunt Beatrice laughed.

Ezili smirked and shook her head. “You could do and make a lot if you knew how to read.”

Harry kicked Ezili’s foot under the table, but she didn’t pay him a single glance. She believed she’d said nothing wrong at all. It was only the truth. Because why look down on people who worked at a bookstore unless you hated books because you couldn’t read?

Seeing his mother’s face turning red, Dawson burst out laughing. “Oh my God, she’s so funny!” Mikasa and Niall started laughing, too, and Harry’s mother awkwardly joined in.

“That’s what they call dark humour, Aunt Beatrice,” Niall told the angry giant lady. “Ezi’s a true Gen Z. She’s all jokes.”

Aunt Beatrice said nothing else. She shot a glare at a smiling Ezili and lifted her cup to take a sip.

“Oh, there’s my new cook!” said Harry’s mother as she waved at the door. “This is Dolores' first day at work. Come say hello, Dolores dear.”

“Good morning. I hope everyone’s having a wonderful time.”

Ezili’s entire body went stiff. Her eyes almost popped out of her head and dropped onto the plate in front of her. She knew that voice. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage as she held her breath. She felt the person’s presence beside her heavy like a weight ready to crush her bones into dust. Out of the corner of her eyes, she looked up.

Her sister Koa was grinning down at her.

“Ezili, are you okay?” Dawson asked, snapping Ezili out of her numbness.

Koa’s devilish grin remained as she circled the table after wishing everyone a pleasant meal, then disappeared out of the entrance.

Why was she here? Why did she have legs? How had she found Ezili?

“Okay, let's get straight to the point,” Aunt Beatrice started again, and everyone groaned at once. “How much did he pay you?”

“Mum!” cried Dawson.

“Excuse me?” Harry arched an eyebrow.

“It’s PR, isn’t it?” Aunt Beatrice said to him. Ezili was having a hard time paying attention to the argument while her heart was still pounding in her head. Her sister was here, either for her, or after her.

“You can’t do that to your mother, Harry,” Dawson’s mother went on. “She might be easily fooled but I’m not.”

“We should’ve gone for mini-golf,” Mikasa muttered to Niall, who exhaled into his hand.

Harry turned to his mother. “You’re just gonna let her disrespect my girlfriend like that?”

His mother opened her mouth to speak, but his aunt was faster. “If she’s your girlfriend then kiss her.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Harry scoffed and threw his hands in the air.

Ezili immediately stood up. All eyes fell on her.

“Excuse me,” she said, her voice trembling. “I must go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll take you--”

“No, Harry, you stay.”

Harry slowly sat back down as Ezili pushed her chair out and headed straight for the door. Thankfully, he didn’t follow her.

She crossed the garden and asked one of the employees where the kitchen was. As it turned out, they had a separate kitchen for when they served food in the glasshouse. Ezili couldn’t see the point of having more than one kitchen, but this was no time to question it.

When she found Koa, no one else was there but them. It seemed as if Koa had known Ezili would follow her here, so she’d asked everyone else to leave.

Ezili stood at the door while her sister stood by the counter with her back turned to Ezili. The first thing Ezili noticed was the knives within Koa’s reach. Ezili must be wise when confronting her sister.

“What are you doing here?” she asked Koa in Séren.

Koa slowly turned and leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “I’m a cook. Can't you see?”

“How did you find me?”

The corner of Koa’s lips curled as she unbuttoned the collar of her white shirt and revealed a gold necklace. Ezili sucked in a breath when she saw the shiny trident-shaped medallion on her sister’s chest.

“Is that--”

“Mother’s trident,” Koa sneered. “Yes, it is.” Then she buttoned up her shirt to cover it. “Now we can see who mother trusts more.”

“Why--”

“Aunt Nerissa came for a visit last week,” Koa said. Ezili knew that name could never be associated with anything good. “Mother doesn’t trust her, so she asked me to go on land to find you, but also to keep the trident away from Nerissa’s clutches.”

Ezili swallowed hard, her fists tightly glued to her sides. “What happened to the cook?”

Koa clicked her tongue. “She’s swimming with fishes now. Like the ones swimming in her pot just then.”

“You drowned her?!”

“In the lake.”

Ezili gripped her head and advanced towards Koa. “How many humans have you killed?”

Koa chuckled and took a few steps forward until she was dangerously close enough to hurt Ezili. She stood with her back straight and arms folded, her silver eyes flickering in the sunlight. “The important question is…” She stared Ezili down. “How many have you killed?” Ezili bit her lip when Koa poked her chest with her long nail. “Or are you too busy dating now? People are talking about it everywhere.” Ezili said nothing, so Koa went on, “It’s a fake relationship, isn’t it?” She leaned in, taunting. “Come on, Sister. Admit that you’ve failed. That you can’t make the human fall in love with you. Why so quiet? Is it because if you admit it, you’re an embarrassment and you lose the trident to me, and if you deny it, then it means you’re becoming way too human to kill him.”

At that, Ezili shoved Koa away and stabbed a finger at her. “Leave me alone. Mother gave me a year for this mission.”

“We won’t have that much time, stupid,” Koa snorted. “Narissa is onto something. The queendom is already in danger as we’re speaking. And you’re here having...brunch?” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “Pathetic.”

“Ezi?”

Both of them whipped their heads around and saw Harry, who stiffened in the doorway.

“Ezi?” Koa cackled, hugging her stomach. “Is that your human name? Are you his pet now?”

Though confused, Harry stepped into the kitchen anyway. “Ezi, you’re alright?”

“Harry, watch out!” Ezili shouted, but Koa was already on top of Harry on the floor. She sank her fangs into Harry’s arm with the rolled-up sleeve. Harry yelped in pain as Ezili dragged her sister off of him and slammed Koa’s head against the table. Hissing, Koa grabbed a knife on the counter and aimed it at Ezili, but Ezili was fast enough to kick it out of her sister’s grip and sent one more kick into Koa’s stomach. Koa was stronger than Ezili had thought as she plunged at Ezili again.

“Harry, run!”

But Harry didn’t run. He was back on his feet, grabbed a vase and smashed it onto Koa’s back. “Do not hurt my fake girlfriend!”

Koa rolled off of Ezili. The last thing Ezili could see was her sister’s bloodied face as she stumbled towards the door and ran off into the light.

Ezili lay there until her vision cleared again, and Harry helped her back to her feet.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled. “Who the fuck was she?!”

“My sister,” Ezili said, still holding her aching head.

“The one who tried to drown me? Why is she here?”

“To kill me, I think.”

“Why?”

“Harry--”

But Harry wasn’t listening. He was pacing back and forth like a mad man. “This isn’t good, Ezi. This is bad! Your crazy sister is gonna expose us!”

“Expose us?” Ezili grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. “She almost killed you.”

It seemed as if Harry had forgotten that his arm was bleeding until Ezili had brought it up. He suddenly winced and fell into a chair.

Ezili scanned her eyes around the messy kitchen, panting as she tried to make sure that Koa had escaped. Then, she got down on her knees beside Harry and reached for his wounded arm.

He stared down at her in confusion, then his expression turned horrified when she leaned in.

“What the fuck?!” he hissed and yanked his arm away.

She glared up at him in annoyance. “Let me help!”

“Hell no! You’re not gonna lick my blood.”

“You need to clean the wound!”

“With water! Not by sucking it!”

Ezili huffed and aggressively got up while silently cursing Harry in Séren.

“There’s a--” His voice cut off when she tore off a piece of her dress “--towel over there,” he trailed off. She ignored him and went to the sink to soak the piece of fabric in water. He shook his head and blew up his cheeks. “Nevermind. You do you.”

Still glaring at him when she returned, Ezili got back down on her knees and started cleaning Harry’s arm. The place her sister had sunk her fangs into had turned dark red. It would definitely leave a huge bruise tomorrow.

“Lucky for you Koa was distracted and didn’t aim to bite your whole arm off,” Ezili whispered and glanced up, meeting Harry’s gaze. “You sure you don’t want me to lick your wound?”

“Well, now that you’re already in this position, you could just lick something else,” he chuckled.

Ezili’s eyes narrowed. “Like what?”

To her confusion, Harry covered his face and shook with laughter. “Sorry, that was a dumb joke. I just couldn’t help it.”

“I didn’t get it.”

“Yeah, that’s how a joke loses its funny,” he sighed then snapped his fingers. “Ooh, maybe I should just pretend that I don’t understand whenever someone tells me a joke, so that they gradually lose their funny.”

“That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard,” Ezili remarked.

“What do you mean?” Harry pouted. “I don’t get it, babe.”

Ezili rolled her eyes at his childishness, still, she couldn’t help but smile a little.

Once she had wrapped the piece of her dress securely around his arm, Harry pulled down the sleeve to cover it as he got to his feet. “That should do. Let’s hope my mother won’t suspect that we just got attacked in her kitchen by her cook, who was your evil siren sister in disguise. Damn, that sounds crazy even for me.”

Ezili stood with her arms crossed. “Do you think your mother can tell we’re not really dating?”

“Nah, my mother totally believes it.” Harry shrugged. “Honestly, I think we’re doing a great job pretending we’re in love when we can’t even have a conversation without insulting each other.”

“I don’t get paid enough to call you babe so many times.”

“Neither do I. This PR relationship is harder than I tho--”

Harry’s sentence got cut off by a sound at the door. When they both turned to it, Dawson was standing there, his eyes wide with shock.

Ezili was hoping that was the reaction to the messy kitchen and not to what she and Harry had said. However, luck wasn’t smiling at her tonight. Dawson’s appalled gaze jumped from Harry to Ezili. “What do you mean by ‘PR relationship’?”

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“I can explain,” Ezi said, reaching for Dawson, but he backed away while staring at both her and Harry in disbelief. Harry believed Dawson wasn’t shocked that Harry could pull something like this, because Harry hadn’t been exactly the good kid growing up. What Dawson hadn’t expected was Ezi being part of this plan. Ezi must be an angel in Dawson’s eyes.

“So my mother was right,” Dawson said, flicking his finger between Harry and Ezi. “You were lying to everyone.”

“Dawson--” Ezi began, but Harry pulled her back by her wrist.

“Please don’t tell my mother,” he told Dawson and received stunned looks from both Dawson and Ezi. They probably hadn’t expected that coming from him. “This means a lot to her, and I don’t want her to be any more let down,” Harry continued. “Also, Ezi needs money, and I’m just trying to help. She’s also writing the next album with me, so it’s all good business.”

Dawson peered at both their faces for a long moment as if he was psychoanalysing each of them. Then, he breathed, “So you two don't have feelings for each other?”

“No.” Ezi shook her head fast and tugged at Harry’s sleeve. “Harry, tell him.”

Harry opened his mouth. Suddenly, he thought about how frightened he’d been when he’d thought Ezi’s sister was going to kill her. He could’ve run off and let her deal with it alone since he hadn’t asked to be part of her family drama, and he wasn’t brave, either. Nevertheless, he’d jumped in to help her.

“No,” he said, only to realise he shouldn’t have taken such a long pause to say only one word.

“See?” Ezi smiled at Dawson, who seemed less sceptical now.

“Okay,” Dawson said, his face relaxed as he put his hands on his hips. “Who else knows? Niall and Mikasa?”

“Mikasa doesn’t know,” Harry said. “Only Niall.”

“Alright.” Dawson nodded and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “But you guys are really bad at pretending to be in love,” he told them after another moment. “I’ll try to tell my mum to stop being rude to you. But just to be safe, you should make it more convincing.”

Ezi heaved a sigh of relief and placed her hand on Dawson’s arm. Harry swore he saw Dawson hold his breath as if Ezi had the Midas touch, and Harry had to fight the urge to roll his eyes.

“Thank you, Dawson,” Ezi said in the softest tone Harry had ever heard.

“Your dress,” Dawson pointed out while eyeing her and then the kitchen. “What...what happened here?”

“There was a rat,” Harry blurted.

Ezi joined in, “Harry tried to kill it then it knocked over the vase, and I fell and pulled him down with me and ripped my dress on the glass.”

Dawson furrowed his brows as he nodded at the piece of Ezi’s dress in her fist. “That’s your blood?”

Ezi shook her head. “It’s the rat’s.” Then, she looked over at Harry, suppressing a grin. He stayed quiet and glared at her.

“Oh, God. That’s disgusting,” Dawson made a face. “Need me to help you clean up?”

“No, I’ll take care of it,” Harry said. “I’ll take Ezi upstairs to clean up. Could you distract everyone for a while?”

“Yeah, sure,” Dawson nodded, gave Ezi a tight-lipped smile and turned to the door. “Now, where the hell is the cook?”

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Harry could hear every single word of the Jonas Brothers song playing downstairs. It seemed like everyone had finished brunch without him and Ezi, and now Niall was turning the manor into a concert. Niall and Mikasa had met at a Jonas Brothers’ concert years ago, and they would not let people forget about it. What they had was cute, but Harry could not imagine being with someone for that long. A PR relationship was tiring enough; he didn’t think he could ever handle a real one.

Back against the wall, he stared at his watch and tapped his foot impatiently before he came to knock on the door to his mother’s walk-in closet. “Ezi, are you done?”

“I don’t know how to put this on!”

Harry tossed his head back and groaned. “Do you need help?”

“Yeah!”

“Goddamn it,” he muttered under his breath. “Cover yourself. I’m coming in.”

Just to be safe, he had his hand over his eyes when he opened the door.

You'll say my name like it's been on your lips

Familiar in ways I can't explain

You got a heart that I know I can miss

Hold me like that and pull me right back again

The music outside became muffled. Harry peeked through the gap between his fingers, and nearly had a heart attack when he saw Ezi standing there topless with only jeans on. “I told you to cover yourself!”

“Oh, please, there’s nothing you haven’t seen.”

“It’s different every time.”

“How? I’ve only got one body.”

“No, seeing you feels different every time. It’s weird.”

Time stands still and it's only us

What we feel started way before we ever touched

Just imagine only us

Yeah, you found me right before I'd given up

Ezi said nothing, and Harry lowered his hand, feeling glad that she was facing away from him now. She looked over her shoulder, frowning. “Help me with this shirt!”

He ruffled his hair and padded over to take the shirt from her hand. “You got the button stuck?! This is my mother’s favourite Chanel shirt!”

“It was like that when I found it.”

“Liar.” Harry shook his head and started examining the stuck button. Ezi turned around, hugging her chest so her breasts weren’t exposed to him. He was trying his best not to look. Maybe he shouldn’t have put her in a dress that didn’t require a bra. He guessed he’d played himself.

“Harry.”

“Damn, maybe I should get you another shirt and buy a new one for my mum. I don't know how to fix this.”

“Harry,” Ezi repeated and tapped Harry on the arm. He looked up, face heating when he saw her.

I just saw the lightning strike

Knew it right then when I looked in your eyes

And I said to myself, "It's no surprise we ain't strangers"

Strangers tonight

Still, he acted indifferent. “What?”

“I think we should kiss,” she said, making him flinch.

“Why?” He was already sweating through his palms. His mother’s shirt could no longer be saved now.

“To make it more convincing,” Ezi said as if them kissing wasn’t a big deal to her. “Maybe if there’s a picture of us kissing--”

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

She froze at the question and blinked at him.

I came here looking for another excuse

To run away from something beautiful

It's like it's driving me closer to you

Every step back pulls me right back

At this question, Ezi’s whole life up until that point flashed before her eyes. She had lost count of all the times she’d kissed sailors before drowning them. But she wasn’t going to kiss Harry to kill him. Not yet at least. He would still be there, alive, when she opened her eyes. He would still be aware of her lips against his. And she would, too.

“No,” she lied.

And he believed it. He cleared his throat. Suddenly, her standing there topless wasn’t weird anymore. “Okay, it’s pretty easy.” He put the shirt aside. His fingers were shaking so he opened and closed his fists a few times before beckoning her over. “Come here.”

She took a step forward.

“Closer.”

Another step.

Harry’s face reddened with a small smile. “Ezi, closer.”

He’d never talked to her in that tone before. It was soft and firm at the same time, and she completely forgot having sworn to herself that she would never let him tell her what to do. She came so close she could not tell his breath from her own. His eyelids fluttered, and his pink lips parted, yet no word escaped. Then, he leaned in.

Must be from a different life

Been here before and it just feels right

No, this ain't the first time for you and I, we ain't strangers

Strangers tonight

But it was her who took his face between her hands and kissed him first. He froze for a second, then started kissing her back, his arms circled around her waist, pressing her against him.

Harry’s entire body grew hot. The voice inside his head told him to stop, but it only made him bolder. He liked that she’d taken charge. Her hands were under his shirt as his roamed across her naked back. His eyes went wide when she unconsciously let out a moan.

Strangers

Strangers

Strangers tonight

“Ezi,” he breathed against her lips. But before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door.

“Harry, are you in there?”

Ezi pulled away as Harry threw his head back and exhaled harshly. “Yes, Niall?”

“Is Ezili there with you?”

“Yes,” Harry answered in a croaked voice and quickly cleared his throat. “Yes,” he repeated, sounding more stable. “Why?”

“You missed all the fun stuff. Your mother scolded your aunt for what she’d said to you and Ezi, and Dawson had to take his mother’s home.”

Harry looked over at Ezi, expecting her to be thrilled by the good news, but she only gave a small smile, her arms still tightly wrapped around herself to cover her breasts. Was she...shy?

Yes, yes she was. Ezi didn’t think she could ever be shy. But here she stood, blushing all over from a stupid kiss.

“Are they in there?” Harry’s mother’s voice outside the door made Harry and Ezi jump.

They looked at each other, scared when Niall told Harry’s mum that they were in the closet together.

“Not in my closet, Harry!”

“I’m just helping Ezi get changed, Mum!”

“You better!”

And then their footsteps faded down the hallway, along with his mother’s laughter.

Ezi and Harry made eye contact with each other and looked away at the same time as silence ensued. Suddenly, Harry started sniffing.

“What is it?” Ezi asked, worried.

Harry leaned in and started sniffing her neck, and she pushed him away. “What the hell?!”

“You smell.”

“Excuse me?!”

“No.” Harry shook his head fast. “You smell good. But..you didn’t have a smell before.”

Ezi quickly lifted her arm to smell herself. “I smell nothing.”

“That’s because it’s your own smell, so you don't recognise it. But--” Harry cut off midsentence and picked up a strand of her hair and brought his nose to it. Then, his lips curled. “Aww, my kiss turned you a little more human.”

“Shut up!” Ezi shoved at his chest. “I’m not turning more human! That’s not true!”

“It is true! Kiss me again. I’ll prove it.”

She said nothing, only glared at him as he burst out laughing and tossed her a t-shirt.

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[sunarintoes]

Street racer!bf/gf headcanons

Note: this is set in the world of adkor - an ongoing series featuring the haikyuu characters as street racers! However you don’t actually have to read it to understand these headcanons (they’re just regular bf hcs with a bit of spice)

Includes: the main trio of love interests - Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Kiyoko

✗ As a bf he would honestly love for you to attend his races but would honestly be really scared for you. Like he wouldn't want you to be at the bleachers or a checkpoint alone because he knows he’s in a sketchy crowd and wants to prioritise your safety!

✗ So during the races where he’s not with you, you chill in Seijoh’s clubroom with the managers and everyone else who’s not racing or working. There you watch the race live on the large flatscreen that’s been divided into 12 sections - each broadcasting a different checkpoint or area. 

✗ OMG!!! He would definitely want to see you try on his uniform - wear his helmet or his jacket and he would literally melt for you <3333 Iwa my beloved. Not that he’d ever really admit that he liked it, but you’d know by the way his face heats up and he becomes a stuttering mess. 

✗ Speaking of wearing his uniform- omg he would absolutely die for you to wear a jacket or a hoodie of his to the races!! And honestly why wouldn't you? It smells good, it's comfy and if we’re being completely honest… you look hot in it! 

✗ Iwa is not the irresponsible type (*cough* Oikawa *cough*) so he would not! Absolutely never allow you to sit in the passenger seat while he drives in a race - even if you are a racer yourself. 

✗ Howeverrrr, if it’s just a chill day with the two of you, he’ll take you for a spin in his car - speed down the streets of Miyagi at obscure hours of the night or perhaps the break of dawn.

✗ Dates are so cute and fun with him! He’ll drive you to cool places that are probably abandoned or restricted/off limits and then he’ll treat you to a cute picnic. 

✗ Every so often he posts pics of you with sappy captions on instagram. His instagram is mainly just car stuff though lol :P

✗ Tries to keep you away from Oiks but you end up becoming besties with him <3, he’ll never admit it but he loves that the two people he cherishes most are close with each other

✗ Following adkor plot, if Yn ends up with Iwa he’ll likely be a bit jealous if they ever interact with Oikawa (because Oiks also fancies Yn for those who don't know). This may cause a strain on his relationship with Oikawa but also Oiks’ relationship with you/Yn. Eventually he’ll get over himself and become less insecure but it will take time. 

✗ He’s also jealous of Kiyoko, she’s so pretty and kind and loving and caring and best of all? She’s safe. Kiyoko does not endanger her life and she rarely yells and she’s just so peaceful. He just can't understand how he is so polar opposite to your ex and it makes him insecure - he’ll most likely be cold and distant towards her to deal with himself.  

✗ You've definitely made out in the backseat of his car :) 

✗ Oh! Also he lets you choose his air freshener. Calls it his “good luck charm.”

✗ How cute <3

✗ This salty class A bitch

✗ My misunderstood and emotionally vulnerable baby 🥺

✗ Ok I literally love Oiks he is so fun to write

✗ Oh yeah you both definitely got off on the wrong hand (like Yn!)

✗ Y’all hated each other and were so fkn spiteful but it’s okay now

✗ You’re each other’s emotional support buddy. A shoulder to cry on. He needs it and you do too (i mean, why else would you be here?)

✗ He has definitely taken you on a race before - you sat in the passenger side and it's all g don't worry bb you were geared up to the max - helmet and all. 

✗ Homie gets so jealous 

✗ Of everyone might I add. He gets both more jealous with Iwa and less jealous. It's hard to explain but he trusts Iwa with his whole heart and knows that he’ll never pull anything but at the same time he just can’t help that he’s insecure. He really hates it, he hates that horrible bubbling feeling of green fire that burns his throat like venom and he hates that it yanks at his heart strings and controls him as if he were a marionette but he just can’t help himself from suffering from it. Thats why he started going to therapy

✗ When you notice that he’s jealous - and trust me, you will, all you have to do is delicately lace his fingers with yours and wrap your other arm around his; maybe place a light kiss on it - preferably his shoulder if you can reach. This simple action is enough to calm him down and remind him that your love belongs to him - nobody else.

✗ Dates are wild and passionate. He zooms along the streets of Miyagi with a grin so large and so carefree you can't help but fall in love all over again with how at peace and genuine he’s being. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other around you, occasionally he looks over to wink but then he turns back and and lets the wind from his open window run uncontrollably through his already unruly hair. This, ladies, gentlemen and esteemed guests, is a sight so beautiful and genuine that it would be burned into your irises as a core memory if you will - something unforgettable. 

✗ Y’all have fucked in his car without a doubt 😳 sorry bb I don't make the rules; he does. 

✗ Oh and, wear his jacket. He fucking loves to watch you parade around in something he owns :)

✗ Kiyo my beloved <3

✗ She’s so soft for you

✗ Honestly she’s surprised that you’re back with her, she thought that she’d never get a second chance and that you had already moved on from her but turns out she’s wrong as you're currently resting your head on her lap (cute)

✗ When everyone’s racing you two sit together in the Karasuno team room and cuddle while you watch the race go down on the large flatscreen. 

✗ You definitely eat snacks while you watch because duh, who wouldn't? The race makes you so nervous that you just have to sink your teeth into something to prevent your nerves from short circuiting.

✗ She holds your hand like she’s gripping onto you for dear life while you watch the races - she says it's because she’s nervous, which is true, but she’s also scared that you’ll leave her so she wants to hold you tight to prevent that from happening. 

✗ Dates are so cute, you go to small cafes and she does her manager stuff while you stress and rip your hair off over the complexities of building an environmentally friendly car. Honestly the whole time she sneaks glances at you and blushes at how cute you are when you’re stressed out. She won't admit it though. 

✗ PLEASE PLEASE reassure her that you don't feel any negative emotions towards her and that you love her. She needs it. 

✗ Okay if we’re not following adkor’s plot and you're a street racer yourself then she is going to be so worried for you! She will constantly check up on you before your race and hold you in a hug so tight you swear you’re going to die from lack of oxygen; though she only does this behind your team’s garage/locker room/club room because she gags at PDA 

✗ Definitely gives you the same type of hug after you finish the race. 

✗ I think she would melt if you wore some of her clothes or even an accessory. 

✗ Omg please drape her scarf over her and say “don't want you getting a cold now- or maybe i do because then id get to snuggly the hell out of you ;)”

✗ Kiyoko best girl and bisexual icon. Date her for warmth and happiness <3

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #adkor #oikawa x reader #kiyoko x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa toru x reader #various x reader #various!haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyuu headcanons

[rosyfingereddawnn]

That’s The Way

Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: none, this is kind of an introductory/fluff chapter if you will :)

Story summary: Y/N Y/L/N, an ordinary seventeen-year-old girl, gets pulled into the world of rock and roll on a fateful night at the Marquee Club in London when she experiences the musical phenomenon of the Five Live Yardbirds. She grows up fast, navigating her way through the downfall of The Yardbirds, the legendary skyrocket of Led Zeppelin, era-defining decadence instigated by the ‘60s and ‘70s mindset of free love and personal gratification, and finding the courage to express how she fell deeply in love with one of modern music’s greatest guitarists.

Author’s notes (from Molly of rebel-without-a-zeppelin): Hi everyone! A little disclaimer on my part: this is the first story I’ve ever shared for public consumption. I’ve been toying with this idea in my mind for a very long time now, and I’ve finally mustered up the courage to share it with you all. I hope you like it. I am incredibly honored to collaborate with Syd on this project; this is truly our baby, as it has a very long, detailed, intricate plot, so saddle up for lots (and lots) of drama! This is also a sloooowwwww burn, like really, really slow lol. Over the course of the story, please feel free to send me your theories and comments; I would absolutely love to read them. Please enjoy, and happy reading!

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3 May 1965

The sound of a car horn beeped incessantly from the front of Y/N’s house. Dropping her backpack down on her bedroom floor with an annoyed huff, she sprinted down the steps. She never did get enough time to prepare, and it was no different today. With her friend Carolyn in tow, Y/N made a beeline for the front door, the click-clack of her Oxford shoes pounding across the hardwood floor. Y/N’s mum, who nonchalantly strolled out of the laundry room with an armful of freshly washed and folded bath towels, leant against the doorframe.

“Now remember Y/N: no drinking, no drugs, no sex. No going home with strange musician guys, nor are you allowed to go to their hotel,” her mum instructed calmly, knowing she’d receive an eye roll from the girl. Her stern expression at home on her gracefully-aged face, the girls receive the speech they get every time they go out.  “You too, C. Even though I’m not your mother, I still worry about your safety.”

Both Y/N’s mum and dad had a very protective instinct over their eldest daughter, just like their other three children. Even at Y/N’s healthy age of seventeen, she longed for the freedom and trust that her older brother had gained at her age.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Carolyn replied with a little laugh.

“Mum! This is literally the fourth time I’ve been to a Yardbirds gig, and nothing bad has happened,” Y/N huffed. Her mum raised her eyebrows.

Lillian, Y/N’s little sister, walked into the foyer and surprised Y/N with a big, tight hug around her waist. Y/N gasped at the sudden contact, but chuckled when she realized it was her younger sister, and reciprocated the hug.

“I don’t want you getting hurt, Y/N. Boys are icky. And stupid!” Lillian said in a whiny voice, her face muffled by being buried in Y/N’s stomach.

Y/N ruffled her sister’s muss of dirty blonde waves affectionately, rubbing her back to soothe her worries. “I promise, I will come back perfectly fine! I won’t let any boys mess with me, Lil,” Y/N said with a smile, “And when I come back, I’ll tell you everything that happened.”

Lillian gazed up at Y/N with a similar smile, her small teeth shining a bright, pearly white and her chin resting on the taller girl’s stomach. “Okay,” she said, content, before releasing from Y/N with a stuffed animal tucked under her arm.

“Where’s Charlie?” Y/N asked, hoping she could say goodbye to her younger brother before she left.

“I think he’s riding around the neighborhood on his bike with his friends,” Y/N’s mum replied with a shrug. Y/N felt a little disappointed, but she figured she’d talk to him tomorrow at breakfast about her night out.

Thomas, Y/N’s older brother, continued to honk the horn rather obnoxiously, growing quite impatient. It’s a wonder the neighbors weren’t at arms, knocking on their door. He was forced by his parents to be Y/N and Carolyn’s chauffeur to the Marquee Club in London.

“We have to go, or else Tommy will have my head,” Y/N said as she started to open the front door.

“Wait!” her mum said, sloppily placing the towels down on a nearby counter to dash to the door and give Y/N a hug and a kiss on the head goodbye. Finally pulling away her weathered hands flew to Y/N’s shoulders, and gripping them firmly, she continued, “Be good. Love you.”

“I know, I will. Love you too,” Y/N smiled, before dashing down the steps and to the passenger seat of the car. Carolyn was in quick pursuit, following her to the car and taking a seat in the back.

“It’s about time,” Tommy huffed impatiently, tapping his fingertips on the top of the steering wheel as he put the transmission into drive.

“Sorry. Mum was giving me and C a safety brief,” Y/N replied apologetically.

“Why are you two still in school uniforms?” he snorted, shifting to look over at the girls; their studious appearance of white oxford shirts, sweater vests, plaid kilts, white knee socks, and smart oxford shoes would be quite out of place among the audience at the show.

“No time to change, just like usual,” she replied, turning on the radio, soft melodies pouring out at a low volume.

The three drove in silence, except for the sound of the radio playing, until Carolyn had dozed off on the somewhat lengthy car ride. Occasional small talk between Y/N and her brother permeated the quiet that fell over the group, but it picked up when they were only a few blocks away from the venue.

“You gotta stay safe in there, Y/N,” Tommy said, looking straight ahead. His teeth clamped down sharply on his bottom lip: a dead giveaway to the nerves he must have been feeling.

“I know, Dad,” Y/N joked, punching him lightly across the shoulder. Her bright smile wavered and fell when she saw his grim expression.

“I’m serious, you know. I don’t want my sister being pestered by some wankers in a blues band.”

Y/N smirked at her brother’s sudden defensive behavior. “I can take care of myself. Trust me. This isn’t my first rodeo. You should’ve seen the first Yardbirds gig we went to. Utter chaos...” The tilt of her lips signalled that she was joking, and Tommy huffed out a laugh.

Carolyn, stretching with a grunt, had miraculously woken up just as Tommy pulled up to the front door of the Marquee. Glancing at the venue with awe dancing in their eyes, Y/N and Carolyn disembarked from the car, walking closer with the façade of calmness and competency.

“I’ll be back later to pick you girls up. Have fun, but not too much fun,” Tommy rolled his window down as he said this, winking playfully.

Y/N waved to her brother as Carolyn thanked him graciously for the ride. Arms linked, Y/N and Carolyn entered the famous Marquee. Nervousness and anticipation began to pool Y/N’s stomach as she was greeted by the decadent atmosphere of the club: the smell of smoke, alcohol, and sweat hung in the air as her eyes were flashed by many people mingling about, dressed in typical mod clothing. Y/N and her friend looked at each other, feeling like aliens in their intelligent dress. They tactfully made their way through the crowd as they found their way to their usual spot, a small leather-upholstered booth set against the wall near the stage.

“Today might be the day, Y/N,” Carolyn said as they settled into their seats.

“I don’t know,” she replied, smoothing out her skirt, “the idea of that is both scary and exciting to me at the same time. We’ll just roll with the punches, I guess.”

“Which Yardbird do you have your eye on?”

Y/N smirked as she thought for a moment. “Hmm...I’m not sure. I guess they’re all pretty cute in their own way. What about you?”

“Yes, I agree. But I must admit, I do have a very soft spot for Chris Dreja.”

“I’ll pray for ya, C,” Y/N chuckled.

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Meanwhile, backstage, five live Yardbirds were performing some pre-show rituals in the hopes of easing the preliminary anxiousness. Jeff, Keith, and Jim were peeking out the little sliver of curtain that allowed them to see their gathering audience.

“Look! It’s those two schoolgirls again!” Jeff pointed to the two teenage girls in school uniforms, chatting in their booth waiting for the show to begin. They were huddled together in conversation, legs daintily crossed as their faint giggles floated over to them. Jim couldn’t help but smile at the sound, though he recovered quickly, not wanting his bandmates to get any ideas.

“What’s wrong with that? They must like us,” Keith replied.

“I think they’re both really pretty, especially the one with the Y/H/C hair,” Jim pointed out, trying to be as subtle as possible.

“Yeah, maybe we should invite them backstage after the show… have a nice little chat,” Jeff winked at the singer and the drummer cheekily.

After taking a final glance at the two conversing girls, the three returned to the backstage area where Paul and Chris were. Jeff immediately enlisted Giorgio, their manager, to complete the agreed-upon mission. Jeff loosely draped an arm around Giorgio’s shoulder before bestowing the request as politely as possible. Not trying to be suspiciously polite, of course, because everyone in the band and its entourage were firsthand witnesses of Jeff’s temper and stubbornness. Yikes.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to do me a favor,” Jeff said to Giorgio with a mischievous smile.

Giorgio rolled his eyes, knowing this “favor” would have to do with scouting girls from the audience. “What d’ya need, Jeff?” he sighed exhaustedly.

“Don’t complain, please,” Jeff deadpanned. “There are two pretty birds in the audience, wearing their school uniforms. They’ve been coming to our shows for a little bit now, and they seem nice—”

“You want me to bring them backstage after the show?” Giorgio interrupted, somehow telepathically knowing, by routine, what the guitarist’s request would be.

“You finish that sentence like you know what I’m about to say.”

“That’s because I do, Mr. Beck,” Giorgio retorted sarcastically, “this happens a lot more often than you think it does.”

“Whatever,” Jeff grumbled moodily, knowing he was right, before walking back to the group of musicians in preparation.

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Y/N and Carolyn continued to gossip happily about what was happening at school, not a care in the world. They felt the stares of older men in the club, who silently disapproved of their knee socks being scrunched by their ankles, because that wasn’t the “proper” thing to do. But they didn’t care. Who are they to judge?

Every teacher scolded girls at school who did the same thing, because they didn’t want their long legs to be “tempting” or “distracting” any boys. A bloody nuisance, is what it is.

The girls were snapped from their thoughts by the sound of a heavy guitar tone being blasted through the speakers in an opening riff. Their eyes were stapled, almost transfixed to the stage as they took in the five sharply-dressed men in front of them, singing their songs and playing their instruments.

As much as Carolyn enjoyed The Yardbirds and music in general, Y/N had a rather deep connection to it, odd enough as it was. She could play the piano fairly well, so she understood where these musicians were coming from cognitively and creatively. From what she’d read in magazines about current popular musicians, like The Yardbirds for example, she liked the same music they did. Y/N understood dynamics, tempo, tone, key, and musical notation, just like they did. Perhaps she’d be able to get into an intelligent musical conversation with at least one of them one day.

Two straight hours of hits, obscure songs, and blues covers from The Yardbirds’ catalogue were played for the Marquee Club patrons, hypnotizing its drunk and high onlookers with polished musicality and instrumentation.

As the final song concluded, both Y/N and Carolyn, unbeknownst to the other, felt a sinking feeling of disappointment that fell like a pit in their stomachs. They wouldn’t have the chance to meet the band. No one from the entity had approached them yet, and momentarily the five live Yardbirds would be exiting the stage for the night.

After they said their goodbyes and thanks to the crowd, they disappeared behind the curtain. The main lights of the club brightened to signal that the show was over, as the voices of all the patrons raised in rave of the spectacular show they had just witnessed.

Discouraged, but still in light spirits at what they had just seen, Y/N and Carolyn stood up from their seat and headed for the front door. Y/N expected her brother to be waiting in front; it was late, so might as well not make him wait longer than he needs to.

Y/N and Carolyn were merely a few feet from the door when Y/N felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning around to see a man with a dark beard already baring a jovial tight-lipped grin at her, the girl was quite surprised, maybe a little weirded out, but she reciprocated the gesture as genuinely as she could.

“Hello sir, what can we do for you?” Y/N greeted, discreetly nudging Carolyn to help her out and become a united front with her in front of this stranger.

“Good evening ladies, I was sent by Mr. Jeff Beck to offer you an invitation backstage to hang out with the band.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped and her face broke out into an obvious mad blush, much to her dismay. She was internally screaming. The Jeff Beck had spotted them in the crowd?! This had to be a dream.  Wait, this could be a complete drunken buffoon trying to trick them. Y/N remembered what her mother had said, and took the proper precautionary measure.

Y/N smiled in the most composed way she could. “Thank you for such a gracious invitation! Could I ask your name, if you don’t mind?”

“Giorgio Gomelsky, manager of The Yardbirds,” he replied, in a seemingly proud manner.

Okay, this was real. Y/N knew that Giorgio was definitely the manager’s name. She turned to Carolyn, who looked just as excited as she was.

“What are your names, dears?” Giorgio asked, pulling them out of their daze of what seemed like a fake reality.

“I’m Carolyn, and this is my friend Y/N,” Carolyn piped up, excited that she finally got an opportunity to speak to someone close to The Yardbirds.

She internally agreed to let Y/N handle the “diplomacy” part of the introduction, knowing that she was best at that. Carolyn knew her friend was quite shy, so she knew to step in when Y/N was starting to feel anxious. She noticed Y/N starting to fiddle with her fingers while talking to Giorgio in the most collected way she could muster; as excited as Y/N was, Carolyn knew she was growing very nervous.

“Well, it is certainly lovely to meet you both. So, what do you say? Would you like to meet the lads?”

After one final glance of excited mutual agreement, Carolyn replied, “Yes, we’d love to.”

Giorgio led the pair of girls back the way they came, through a sea of inebriated people, but this time through the backstage door. Y/N made an appoint to walk behind Carolyn, in an attempt to collect and relax herself. She was starting to sweat a little, her stomach doing flips and her hands becoming cold and clammy.

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“Our guests should be arriving any minute now,” Jeff said as he was placing his guitar back in its case.

Chris was standing and chatting with Paul in a corner when he turned around in surprise at the news. “Guests? What guests?”

“We had Giorgio invite two girls from the audience to come back here,” Jim replied, walking over to sit down in a metal folding chair.

“And why weren't we made aware of this?” Paul asked, as he walked to get another metal folding chair to place near Jim.

“It was their idea,” Keith replied, pointing two fingers between Jeff and Jim. Paul and Chris just nodded in recognition.

“I didn’t hear you disagree, Relf,” Jeff clapped back. He then told Chris and Keith to get some chairs for themselves and the two girls that would be walking through the door at any second.

Before Keith could respond, a couple knocks resounded in the room, signalling the arrival of the guests. Jacket lapels and ties were quickly straightened, even though each person was still glazed with quickly-drying sweat from the show they had just played, before the room fell unnaturally quiet as Giorgio opened the rather squeaky door.

The initial tension in the room that lasted a split second could be cut with a knife. Y/N felt her heart pounding in her chest, a cold sweat already running down her back, as five pairs of eyes landed on her, Carolyn, and Giorgio, warm smiles following suit.

She felt like internally combusting.

“Boys, this is Y/N,” Giorgio broke the momentary silence by introducing her, “and Carolyn.” Y/N smiled shyly and sent them a little wave, a dusty shade of pink seeping its way to her cheeks. Carolyn’s greeting was much more exuberant than Y/N’s, as she took the initiative to go over and shake all of their hands amiably. Y/N realized she had to follow her friend in order to make a good first impression.

Knowing that the boys wanted to spend time with the girls without being chaperoned, Giorgio left the room to attend to other business affairs.

Upon first glance, Y/N was the most beautiful girl that four of the five Yardbirds had ever seen. Perfect features, long legs, a calm, gentle, sweet demeanor… Just an absolutely angelic young woman; a vision.

Jeff had obviously recognized her beauty, from seeing her at multiple shows, but he thought she was way out of his league. He decided to focus on getting her to laugh and relax around them, because he noticed just how nervous she looked. She was turning pale right in front of his very eyes! Paul and Chris began to internally question themselves, how have I not seen this girl before? She is so gorgeous! Jim had been glancing at her sporadically throughout the show, soaking up her faraway presence. He noticed how her eyes glistened in childlike wonder as she watched them do what they did best: perform the Chicago blues.

“Well, it is very nice to meet you both,” Keith replied enthusiastically. “I’m Keith,” he alluded to himself, then pointing to the other members of the group while giving their names, “and this is Chris, Paul, Jeff, and Jim.”

“I mean, we know who you guys are, but it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” Carolyn replied. Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Come and sit down! Make yourselves comfortable. We don’t bite,” Jeff joked, motioning to the open chairs. The girls smiled and accepted his invitation, Y/N taking a seat between Jeff Beck and Jim McCarty, while Carolyn took a seat between Keith Relf and Chris Dreja. The chairs were arranged in a circular formation, so each person could talk to the other with ease.

“Tell us about yourselves!” Paul initiated, “I think Y/N should go first though, because you haven’t said too much yet,” he laughed at the last part. Y/N giggled (a little too idiotically for her own liking), but she felt herself become starstruck at how her name sounded coming from one of their voices.

Y/N clenched her cold, clammy hands in her lap as a method to ease her anxiety before starting with a smile. “Well, I’m from Saint Albans. This is our fourth time, I believe, coming to see a Yardbirds gig. Carolyn and I came to see you with Eric Clapton once, and then this is the third time with Jeff.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic! I guess I see where your favor lies in terms of guitarists,” Jeff responded playfully.

“I guess you’re right,” Y/N laughed, “I will admit that I love what you’ve done with the body of work. Clapton was a blues purist, which I respect, and he’s great, but I think your playing is much more interesting and unorthodox.”

Paul, Jim, and Jeff all raised their eyebrows at Y/N’s comment. They were impressed with how she understood their musicality.

“Are you a musician?” Jim asked Y/N.

“Not in your sense of the word,” Y/N chuckled, “But I’ve been playing the piano for most of my life, so I understand music. Probably more than your average female audience member,” she added with a grin.

“That’s so cool! Are you classically trained, or is it just a hobby?”

“Classically trained,” Y/N admitted to Jim shyly.

“Oh wow, so you’re the real deal,” Jeff added.

“I’m not a professional, so I’d say no,” Y/N laughed.

“You probably know more about music than all five of us combined!” Paul said.

“Well, I know that you know much more about the blues than me!” Y/N answered playfully.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” Paul smiled at Y/N. She cursed herself in her mind for feeling weak at Paul’s simple sentiment, but tried to keep her composure as best she could.

The four of them, especially Jeff and Y/N, began to bond over their love for different musicians. Y/N expressed her love for Chet Atkins and his fingerpicking style, Scotty Moore’s lively soloing style, and Robert Johnson’s slide technique and open tunings, rendering the three men shocked at her knowledge on the subject. Y/N loved how easily Jeff could make her laugh, and how interested Paul and Jim were at whatever she had to say, significant or insignificant. Chris Dreja, who was in a little group with Keith and Carolyn, occasionally spaced out of his conversation to hear what Y/N had to say.

They bonded for about an hour and a half about everything and nothing, until Y/N abruptly realized that Tommy was probably waiting for a while outside for her and her friend. She apologized to the band profusely for such a sudden departure as she and Carolyn walked towards the door.

“Say you’ll come visit us again after the show?” Jeff called to Y/N as she turned towards him in the doorframe.

“Absolutely,” she smiled brightly.

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Thanks so much, hope you enjoy!!

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[nejiraez]

Hii!! Sorry if this is super weird but I was wondering if u could do headcanons of maybe Bakugo, Todo and Kiri whose s/o is also their childhood best friend? If I can only request one tho I'd like Todo!! Anyway thanks so much pls have a great day!! 💕💕💕 (u rock!)

SORRY FOR HOW LONG BAKUGOU’S HCS ARE. the favouritism jumped out

Bakugou Katsuki

Whenever Bakugou’s S/O approaches him with the classic “Remember that time when you - ”, he doesn’t even let his S/O finish their sentence.

He’d immediately shut them down with a swift “Shut the fuck up”. Because he knows that his S/O was there to witness a majority of the embarrassing moments he experienced when he was a child.

Take it a step further by bringing up how odd he acted in that stage in your friendship when he had a HUGE crush on you and he would shut down right then and there.

Let him LIVE! He dies a little at the fact of being reminded that he chased you around the school playground in grade 4 all because he liked you or how you two almost kissed at the age of 14 when returning from a class trip on the bus.

Katsuki’s snapchat memories are filled with embarrassing videos and pictures of you both (but mainly you).

Including class photos, school trips, birthday parties, sleepovers, everything.

His grumpy scowl would be cancelled out due to how bright and heartwarming your smile was. 

Or how there was a picture of a content (Y/N) who’s arms were squeezed around Katsuki who looked “peeved” on their first day of high school.

Every photo was precious and held a story to it, which is why he never dared to delete them. Everything would either be physical, backed up on his computer, or on his phone.

Katsuki would send them to you with a text saying ‘Look at how fucking stupid you were, lol’.

Your families are well acquainted with each other and get along very well.

Your parents absolutely adore Bakugou (your mother especially) and always greet him with open arms whenever he visits your house.

And his parents also vibe with you, always making it known that you are welcome to come over whenever you want and how appreciative/amazed they are at the fact of how long you both stuck together for.

It’s almost as if you’re their second child~

The relationship is full of trust, sarcasm, and great communication. Katsuki’s S/O is someone he feels like he could put his guard down around and truly be himself without worrying about his pride.

He is forever grateful that he has met you when he did.

BONUS (because why not~)

Just because you two are dating doesn’t mean he gets romantic with his texts. He would still text you in the sassy/teasing, sarcastic way he always did when you guys were (and still are) best friends.

EXHIBIT A & B:

Todoroki Shouto

Sometimes whenever you’d bring Shouto home, he’d be wind up in a long conversation with your mother. Talking about school or how he’s finding the hero course.

Todoroki has gotten close to your parents to the point where he could call them by their government names. And yes, he does not feel embarrassed calling them by their first name whatsoever.

You two have known each other since you were both in the same private school at the age of 6.

Which was why it wasn’t as big as a deal as it might have been when his family discovered that he began to date you near the end of middle school.

Rei loves you with her whole being and is delighted whenever you come and visit her at the hospital with Todoroki. 

Natsuo considers you an additional younger sibling since you were his brother’s former playmate and current S/O. Fuyumi always presents you with pastries whenever she’s home.

And Endeavour? ... Well I mean he’s Endeavour. You assume you he doesn’t mind your presence since he hasn’t said shit... you think.

Believe it or not, Todoroki is the one in the relationship to remember the smallest of details that have transpired of the years of you two being friends AND while dating.

Like what you’re allergic to or that one specific order you always get at the eatery you both visit after school. He also remembers the people you dislike/steer clear of and pet peeves.

It’s quite endearing, to be honest!

Todoroki gets annoyed for whatever reason when people call him without a purpose. However, when it comes to his S/O if they were to call him because they want him to watch them do homework he will legit pick up on the first ring.

“Yes, my love, you called? What’s wrong?” He jumped onto the notion of pet names the two weeks after you two became official.

Shouto is your biggest fan and when he’s not posting about himself, he would be posting about you (on the spam page you persuaded him to make, of course).

So much so that some people would consider it spam and wonder if he has any other interests or hobbies. Trust me, he does... you just have to scroll down his page a bit a lot to see them!

If people aren’t aware that the two of you are dating, they will know either by his profile picture (a selca of you both) or how talkative/engaged he is whenever he’s around you.

Everyone knows of the deep history rooted between you both and they swoon because it was as if it were a relationship pulled out of a movie.

Kirishima Eijirou

Having Kirishima as a childhood best friend and a boyfriend is the definition of chaotic in its purest form.

He and his S/O probably have been friends since the early stages of middle school. Meaning that they’ve met in the budding years of the preteen stage - not even.

Kirishima saves all of the old photos of you two together and would be the type of boyfriend to post them all on your birthday.

He sometimes likes to flex on others at how close and strong your bound is. 

It definitely boosts his ego a whole bunch.

Ever since Kirishima had asked you, it gave him the overused excuse to be more affectionate. Claiming his reasons for smothering you to death was because “that’s what boyfriends do, babe!”

You two have too many inside jokes and history together, which may be a reason as to why the relationship is so healthy and fruitful.

He would be the type to have a calendar set for how long you two were friends and one for the amount of time you two have been dating.

Kirishima is the king of duality when it comes to managing his roles as a boyfriend and friend.

One minute he’d be texting you ‘I love you!’ and the next is a snap of the upper half of his face (showing only his eyes and beautiful forehead) all while he throws a peace sign with the caption as: ‘sitting on the toilet’. For which you have to scold him on sharing TMI

That’s the type of relationship you guys have. Romantic isn’t it~

BONUS!!

Kirishima is the type to send you shit like:

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #BY THE WAY THE TEXTS ARE REAL #when your friend is impatient😍