#<- guy who frequently thinks about this drabble when going to bed. for some reason
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queen of broken hearts. jjk (m) part two.
Block my posts and my stories, I’m sorry I can be annoying, I go ghost without warning.
part one. part three.
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, heavy angst
word count: 6k
warnings: jungkook is still in lurv and oc is still a toxic bitch, mentions of infidelity, oral (m receiving), explicit photos being taken after said blowjob, jungkook cries a little but reverse uno cards oc ha
author’s note: this was definitely not supposed to get a second part but for some reason i just couldn’t stop writing it so here it is. i might make a few more drabbles bc i like writing this toxic ass relationship but who knows lmk what u think byeeee
A frown is etched onto Jungkook’s face as he eyes his phone, his thumb constantly dragging the screen down until the loading circle appears and shows him the same screen thats been haunting him all day.
No posts yet.
That same line has him morbidly smiling to himself, how could you have no posts yet when he had just liked a selfie of your last night?
Your profile picture in the top left corner mocks him, a mirror photo you took in a room he was all too familiar with. A room he hadn’t been inside of in over two weeks, which was a long time considering you usually called him over every other day.
And now he was apparently blocked.
Jungkook racks his brain for anything he could’ve done, any words he might have let slip out in the throes of passion the last time he had seen you, but he comes up blank. He had done a good job so far keeping his emotions locked up and tucked away, never letting anything more slip out since he first met you years ago.
Sure when he’s in the moment he absolutely wants to spill his heart out, serve it on a silver platter for you and hope its to your liking, but once the heat of it’s all gone and his mind settles he realizes that he missed his chance. His window of opportunity was long gone, the relationship you had now was too twisted, tangled up like roots of a tree that were running rampant, jutting up between the cracks of Jungkook’s sanity.
Back when you first met, being the older sister of the boy he was tutoring, he had no idea that this was what would become of it. You took a liking to him instantly like a lioness latching onto her prey, something new and exciting for you to play with before you took a bite out of him.
He was attractive that much was obvious, his hair was shorter then, giving him a slightly boyish charm that didn’t match his physique of broad shoulders and slim waist, his thick thighs stretching out his jeans in such a delicious way that made your mouth water.
He noticed instantly when you’d linger around the kitchen while he was busy teaching your brother about the pythagorean theorem, mocking him in your low cut tops and tiny lounging shorts, offering him a popsicle as you suckled on one right in front of him. A giant flashing sign hanging over your head that showed him your intentions, showed him just what you were after when it came to him, and he walked right into it.
Jungkook wasn’t inexperienced, having far too many notches on his bed post to explain why he was so god damn intimidated by you, so enamored by a girl who was clearly as cold as the ice pop you were making a show of sucking.
You were filthy and shameless, turning the charm off the second your parents walked in or your brother turned around when he noticed Jungkook was distracted. The second anyone else became aware you’d tug your shirt up and your shorts down, giving your father a smile so sweet it would rot Jungkook’s teeth if he didn’t know the act behind it all.
Jungkook still doesn’t know if he’s thankful for the chain of events that lead to you two sleeping together for the first time, he doesn’t know if he’d take it all back to save himself the torment his heart was currently going through.
Would he have changed his course of action? Chosen to leave immediately after tutoring your brother instead of running up to the bathroom before leaving?
You weren’t even on his mind then, you had been taunting him earlier but after fifteen minutes you retreated into your room, leaving him to focus entirely on being the tutor your parents were paying him good money to be.
So when he pushes the bathroom door open and sees you standing absolutely naked with your wet hair dripping down your body and not an ounce of embarrassment written on your face, he doesn’t even realize he’s shut the door behind him until he hears the soft click of the lock.
You had been loosely planning this all day, hoping he’d end up in your room, but when you heard him trekking up the stairs and towards the bathroom you yanked off your towel and unlocked the door in record time, a tiny oops leaving your mouth when you see his wide eyes.
Jungkook groans into his palms now as he recalls it, how he had taken you on top of your bathroom counter, knocking over the toothbrush holder and soap onto the floor in a loud clatter, the way you had refused to kiss him during it even then, choosing to suck hickeys onto his neck to muffle your cries of pleasure as he stretched you open.
He still remembers the guilt he felt when he exited the bathroom and said goodbye to your brother as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw inside your bathroom when you two had barely spoken a word to each other.
Jungkook should’ve spoken up then, right at the beginning of this all, but instead he let his dick control everything, allowing this to continue.
You had no complaints, getting dicked down by a man as beautiful as Jungkook with no strings attached was god sent, choosing to keep him around even as he stopped tutoring your brother, even after you moved out of your parents’ house and into a place of your own.
Jungkook felt the first spark of hope in his chest at you keeping him around, the possibility that maybe this was more than just sex, more than a quick fix. But then he started noticing the texts to your phone that you’d get while he was balls deep inside of you, different boys with different hearts lined up at the end of it. Thats when he began trying to convince himself that he was just confused about his feelings, that all of this was just lust.
He was wrong. Obviously.
If all he felt was lust he wouldn’t be so upset over being blocked from your instagram. It wasn’t even as if you two interacted on the app, never dming each other, you’d occasionally like the thirst trap gym photos he’d post just to get your attention whereas he’d like every single post of yours.
His finger hovers over your contact name now, opening up your thread of messages and seeing the last one being from him two weeks ago. A simple “i’m outside” text after you had invited him over.
His digits swirl on top of the screen, desperate to shoot you a text, wanting to come across as casual in asking why you blocked him but how could he ask that without exposing that he frequently checked your page.
“No.” He grumbles under his breath, carding his fingers through his long hair and choosing to text his friends instead. An invitation to meet at a diner near by for some greasy food and good conversation, something Jungkook desperately needed right now.
Taehyung and Jimin don’t know about you, none of his friends do so when they push through the entrance of Mel’s and he spots the reason for his distraught emotions he can’t even explain to his friends why they need to sit at the furthest booth from you.
You don’t spot him, you were too busy staring at the boy in front of you with heart eyes he wishes could be aimed at him. A straw is between your teeth as you slurp on your milkshake, covering your mouth to laugh loudly at something the purple haired boy said.
It only irritates him further, his fingers gripping the edges of the menu so hard they pale in color. He knew this was the boy that had text you last time, the purple hearts matching the color of his hair perfectly. Was this why you had blocked him?
“You alright?” Taehyung speaks up, noticing the turmoil brewing on his friend’s face, the way his brows were pinched together, the indent on his forehead deepening every time your laugh filled the diner.
“Yeah.” Jungkook breathes, hoping the simple lie sounds more believable out in the open than in his head. He sets the menu down with care, trying to shake the feeling inside of him before it spread throughout him, morphing into something ugly and green. You didn’t owe him anything, he tells himself, you could do whatever you wanted.
Jimin eyes him carefully, catches on to the way he continues to glance at the corner of the room every now and then. His curiosity gets the best of him so he turns to look over his shoulder and spots you, and you must sense the attention because your eyes move from the purple haired boy over to Jungkook’s booth. Jimin instantly turns around at being caught but its too late, he had been spotted and in turn so had Jungkook.
You continue to slurp on your shake, allowing Namjoon to feed you some fries from his plate while you stare at Jungkook, calling him mentally and hoping he’d look over so you could give him a smile and wave as if you hadn’t ghosted him with no warning.
He can feel your piercing gaze, how you refuse to look away until he stares back but he wont give you that, he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of seeing the way his face crumbles at you being with another guy after throwing him to the curb. Instead he chooses to continue staring at his straw wrapper like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
His friends can sense his discomfort, not commenting on it and allowing him to guide the conversation until he’s relaxing in his booth, stuffing his face with food until the Jungkook they know reveals himself once more, all smiles and laughs instead of the moping version of himself he was earlier.
That same Jungkook lingers for a while after leaving the diner, a new set of determination in his mind to move on. You had gone ahead and blocked him, did the first part for him and if that wasn’t a sign for him to pack up his feelings and take a hike then he doesn’t know what was.
He finds himself glad he hadn’t asked you for coffee two weeks ago, his nerves getting the best of him being the saving grace for what would’ve been further embarrassment. If you had said yes out of pity only to block him before even going out he probably would’ve dug himself a grave and face planted right into it.
For the first time in a very long time he finds himself not thinking of you, resuming his earlier activities of dating the girls who pursued him. He hadn’t realized how much of you consumed him until he was with someone else, kissing a girl who was kissing him because she wanted to, not because she was trying to muffle a confession she knew was coming.
By the fourth week Jungkook is proud of himself, applauding his strength for not succumbing to you, caving and texting you for an explanation. He wasn’t weak.
He wasn’t.
Until his phone dings with a notification.
His hand freezes on its way to his mouth, cheeto dust coating his finger from snacking while he binge watched random shows on Netflix. Jungkook doesn’t know whats waiting for him as he licks his fingers before grabbing his phone, the cheeto dust going down the wrong pipe as he saw your name flashing on his phone in the form of an instagram notification.
He pounds on his chest with his fist, uncapping his water and gulping it down to get rid of the scratchy feeling now lingering in his throat.
You had just followed him.
You followed him again after blocking him weeks ago.
Jungkook just stares at the screen until it fades to black, his own reflection looking back at him until he lights it up once more to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. His finger swipes the screen to unlock it, checking the notification and seeing that you had in fact unblocked him and refollowed him, your grid of photos filling up the screen in a way they weren’t before.
He was at a loss of what to do, just staring at your profile, the blue follow button taunting him, begging to be pressed, pleading for him to once again get sucked under your spell.
You must be watching your notifications, waiting to see any new activity on your page because the second Jungkook follows you back you’re shooting him a text faster than he can blink, not being able to take back what he did before his phone is buzzing with a message.
Jungkook is faced with a realization at this, he was in fact very weak.
His brain works on its own accord, opening up your thread of messages and seeing the new one sitting nice and pretty in the bottom left corner.
y/n 10:48pm : hey kookie, you busy?
He eyes the message for a few minutes, not knowing what to respond with. Was he busy? Technically if you considered a netflix binge to be important. But that stupid voice in the back of his head, the one that sent him to your beck and call speaks up, loud and clear, yelling at him to text back and say he always had time for you.
jungkook 10:53pm : oh hey, no whats up!
jungkook 10:53pm : *?
The three dots of you typing pop up instantly only giving him seconds to prepare before your message swoops in.
y/n 10:53pm : wanna come over? i’ll make it worth your while
Suggestive emojis finish off the message and he wants to slap himself when his dick stirs to life at the thought of what you’d do to make it worth it after the hell you’ve put him through recently.
It’s just lust. That’s all this is, thats the only reason he send you a text saying he was on his way so fast theres a typo in it, getting to your apartment faster than he ever has.
When you swing the door open you shock him when you wrap your arms around him and pull him in for a kiss, its messy, mostly tongue and teeth as you tug at the hair along the nape of his neck in desperation.
It takes Jungkook a minute to react to it, you were kissing him, something you’d never allowed him to do during sex. He wonders what this meant, a small bite to his lip being what snaps him out of it and forces him into action.
His large hands wrap around your waist, tugging you closer to him before he hauls you up, getting you to hook your legs on his hips as he blindly guides you towards your bedroom, a route he knows very well.
“You got here fast.” You breathe out as you pull away, laughing when he chases after your lips, getting a taste of the way they feel during the heat of the moment he wanted more of it, wanted to swallow down your moans in ways he’s never been able to before.
“You told me you’d make it worth my while.” He plays it off, latches his lips onto your neck as he throws your bedroom door open, walking the both of you towards your bed and letting you flop down onto it.
“Did you miss me.” You tease, an evil glint in your eye as you kneel on the bed, your hands resting on his shoulders while you stare at him like the innocent angel you aren’t.
“You blocked me.” He huffs, allowing you to slide his shirt off even though he was still upset about that, tossing it behind you without a care. You move onto your own shirt, an oversized grey shirt that belongs to Namjoon but you’d never tell Jungkook that, either way his attention lands on your exposed tits, the shirt and who it belongs to not even crossing his mind now that he had an eyeful of your pert chest.
“No I didn’t.” You lie so effortlessly, having the motions down to a science. The tilt of your head, the squinting of your eyes that painted an image of you not knowing what he was talking about. The slight lift in your tone in what he mistakes as genuine confusion is what starts the swirls of doubt in his brain. You knew though, you knew very well that you had indeed blocked him.
“Yeah you did.” He pushes, trying to lean in to kiss you again but you seemed to be over that, the initial neediness you felt leaving you and he feels the sting he hadn’t felt in a long time. Jungkook pushes it away and chooses to let his mouth kiss your jaw and begin sucking on your neck once more.
“Hm, no I didn’t Kookie.” Your voice sounds so sure, so confident that it has him second guessing himself. Had you really blocked him or had he just gotten it mixed up?
His lips pause on your skin from his inner debate and you know you need to move this along before he questions you further, pulls out a screenshot of him clearly being blocked with no chance of deniability.
“Let me make this worth your while like I said, that sound good?” You ask, smiling when he nods against your skin, the topic of whether or not you blocked him leaving his mind, destined to come back again once he’s at home laying in bed and having a crisis.
Jungkook’s mind short circuits when you reach for his pants, your hands palming the growing bulge contained in them, begging to be taken care of because it’s been so long.
“Yeah, yeah okay.” He stutters out, letting himself get moved around until he was sat on the edge of your bed while you hopped off. Jungkook takes it upon himself to yank his jeans off, his hunger for you taking over, wanting to move this forward until you were sinking down on his cock, the pleasure clouding his common sense. He needed that because he was having an inner debate on if this was a good idea or not.
You fall to your knees it front of him after shimmying out of your shorts, a surprising turn of events that he doesn’t see coming judging by the look on his face. That same teasing laugh is sent his way as you tug at his black briefs, his hips lifting off the bed to slip them off, his cock springing free and he sighs at no longer being confined.
You lick your lips over as you stare at his cock, the thickness of it making your mouth water as you trace the pretty veins wrapped around it with your eyes, leading up to his red tip, leaking beads of precum.
Jungkook groans when you wrap your hand around his length, the second you texted him he was half hard, aching and needy for release of any kind. He swears he could cum then and there when you noisily spit into your other palm, gliding it up his length to spread the wetness around and starting a slow rhythm.
“Feel good?” You ask innocently, faux sweetness he knows far too well dripping from your tongue, thick like syrup and he finds himself wanting to lap it up.
Jungkook knows you’re getting a kick out of it, watching the way you’re biting on your lip and smiling when his face screws up at being touched, the slow pumping of your hands only teasing him and pushing his head further under the stream of pleasure
“Shit, yeah.” He mumbles out, his stomach hiccuping when you lean forward and let a glob of spit land on the head of his cock, the way it drips down his length and pools at your hands as you continue your motion only serves to send Jungkook deeper into a frenzy.
It’s not until you finally take him into your mouth, slow and gentle as if you didn’t like to deep throat his cock until you’re choking, that Jungkook lets a moan finally slip through the gates of his teeth. It urges you on, the first rock being thrown at his glass exterior, a tiny sliver of a crack exposing itself and giving you a way in again.
Jungkook forgets how to breathe for a minute, his mouth slack jawed as he watches in awe at the way you sink your mouth further onto his length. Your pretty lips pulled tightly around his girth, your cheeks hollowing up as you suck your way back up with a noisy slurp.
“So good.” He groans out, his hand creeping its way around you until he had a fistful of your hair in his grip. Jungkook smiles now when you go lax in his hands, your mouth widening up when he starts to push your head down, his cock nudging along your throat and making you gag, muscles spasming around him but he doesn’t relent until your nose is nuzzled along the small patch of hair around the base of his cock.
He sighs out, feeling as if the balance of everything had been restored now that you were kneeling pliant between his legs, mouth stuffed with cock, not being able to fuck with his mind with your sweet sounding lies and convincing eyes.
When he finally pulls you off of him you gasp in a breath, wet and stuck to your throat, your eyes watering up from being choked but the arousal dripping down your thighs showed how much you loved it. Jungkook pouts at you, a clear sense of mockery in it and it makes you want to laugh at how the tables turned. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb smearing the drool around your mouth and making a bigger mess of it all.
“What, thats it?” He taunts, his eyebrow raising up as you roll your lips together, “You choke on my dick and forget how to make this worth my while?”
His words make you squeeze your thighs together, seeking any sort of friction to ease the pressure building in your core. You loved when Jungkook got like this, flipped a switch in the middle of it and bossed you around, it was the main reason you enjoyed pushing his buttons, wanting to get him to the point where he’d do it back to you.
“No.” You rasp out, your head lolling to the side as your tongue glides along your lips, visions of tied up cherry stems and sharp words trailing behind it.
“Show me then.” He orders, thighs spreading further apart as his hand gestures for you to get to it, for you to show him exactly why you called him over.
As you sink back onto his cock, he wonders if the reason you invited him today was because one of your boy toys had flaked on you, left you high and dry and you needed a fix like you always did. Another part of him wonders if you finally messaged him to keep him close, to not let him stray too far away from you, leave him open and available for you whenever you decided he was needed.
Jungkook seemed to be getting the good end of this deal right now, whatever it may be so he rides it through, letting grunts of pleasure slip through the seam of his lips when you find the right pace. Your hands word in tandem with your mouth, twisting and pumping in unison.
He begins rocking his hips up towards your face, a crooked smile on his face at the mess you’re making on his cock, he likes it too much. The wet thump of your fist pumping down, the way you slurp on his length like it was that damn popsicle you used to taunt him with.
“So fucking dirty.” Jungkook’s voice is husky now, drawn out while he lets himself get lost in it all, heavy with the lust clouding his brain. His words just encourage you, working past the aching feeling in your jaw as you try your best, needing a distraction from the night you’ve had and thats what Jungkook was best for.
The simmering warmth he feels growing in his gut starts to boil over when you grasp one of his balls, your fingers fondling them in a teasing motion before you switch off and latch your mouth around them instead.
Jungkook can only curse under his breath, his fingers weaving through your hair once more and tugging at the strands, feeling you moan against his skin at the sting on pain at your scalp.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum–“ Jungkook warns, trying to pull you away from him but you stay put, your hands continuing the motions your mouth was no longer doing, “Don’t you want me to fuck you?” He wonders, if he came now you’d have to wait a while before he was ready to go again and he knew you weren’t the most patient person.
“No, wanna make you feel good.” Is all you mumble out before slipping his length back into your mouth. The warmth that envelops his cock has him groaning out once more, his mouth dropped open as his chest heaved at the oncoming orgasm.
“Ah,” he whines when you sink all the way down until your nose nuzzles against his skin, “where do you want me to cum?”
It’s breathless and needy, making you pop off of him with a sultry smile, “My face.”
Jungkook nods, half delirious as he stands up on his weakening legs and fists his cock, the spit lathered on it helping him glide as fast as he needed to. The way you’re sat in front of him, your palms pressed to your thighs, mouth wide open with your tongue sticking out and your eyes locked onto him, sends his mind reeling.
The angry tip of his cock peaks out with every pump of his fist, only needing a few more flicks of his wrist before his stomach was caving in and flexing as he came.
Jungkook lets out strangled moan, thick ropes of cum streaming out and landing in globs on your face in short spurts. Your eyes fluttering shut when you feel it land on your cheek, your nose, and dripping down onto your awaiting tongue.
He’s panting above you as he comes down, his hand raking through his own hair as he tries to calm his breathing down, the tingling feeling spread throughout his body dulling down. When your eyes blink up at him, he can just tell you’re up to something when you stick your tongue back in your mouth and swallow, an evil smirk spreading across your cum streaked face.
“Here let me grab you a towel.” He starts to move towards your bathroom but your palm reaches out to grab his thigh, stopping him in his tracks.
“No, do me a favor.” You ask him in that tone that made him shiver, your hand pointing at your desk, right at the white polaroid camera you had propped on top of it. Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re planning but he reaches for it anyways, handing you the device only to have you thrust it back in his hands.
“Take a photo of me.” You say it so sweetly, like you’re asking him to take a photo of you smiling with flowers in your hair.
Jungkook’s face twists up in confusion. You wanted a photo of yourself covered in his cum. You were definitely planning something and it was clear now that Jungkook was an accessory to all of this.
Still he nods and points the camera down at you, begging his slowly softening dick to not spur back to life at the face you give him. Your hair’s messy from his hands yanking at it, your eyes wide and innocent as you scoop some of the cum off your cheek and pop it into your mouth for the photo.
The flash goes off and you hum around your digit, slipping it out of your mouth as Jungkook grabs the exiting photo from the top of the camera.
He sets it all down and is ready to go about the routine the way you always did but you stop him once more, “Wait, take another one.”
And like clockwork Jungkook obeys, the hex you had on him controlling his motions until he has the camera in his grasp a second time. He presses it against his eye and looks down at you, a strained gasp leaving him when you grab his sensitive cock and let the tip of it slip into your mouth.
His fingers press on the shutter button immediately, capturing the moment on a little rectangle of film, the flash filling the room. When he goes to hand it to you all you do is shake your head and stand up on your sore legs.
“Keep it.” You shrug, pulling your hair up into a pony tail and reaching for the other photo on your bed sheets.
“I don’t think your boyfriend would like that.” It slips out without warning, an unknowing jab sent your way and Jungkook’s eyes widen at the words he just said as he steps into his jeans after slipping his underwear back on.
You freeze as well, the grey shirt that belonged to the man he was talking about feeling heavy on your frame. “You mean Namjoon?” You question, not an ounce of shame in your words, knowing very well that Jungkook had spotted you out with him a few weeks ago.
The name feels bitter on your tongue, trying your best not to let your distaste show on your face as you stare at him. Jungkook didn’t need to know that Namjoon had called it quits with you, the sneaking suspicion that you were messing around with someone else being too strong. It was the main reason you blocked Jungkook on instagram, he had become prime suspect number one thanks to the way he bombarded your photos.
You needed to keep your distance from Jungkook in order to keep your relationship with Namjoon afloat, at least in the beginning, then you could go back to your routine. But Namjoon was too observant, and all it took was finding a pair of underwear that didn’t belong to him slipped under your bed for the mirage to come crumbling down around you.
It angered you more because you had been careful, stopped sleeping around, but because Jungkook had left a pair of underwear weeks ago in his haste to leave it became a chain reaction the lead to Namjoon slamming the door behind him as he left your place a while before Jungkook stumbled his way through.
That was too much information to tell Jungkook, you didn’t want to give him the impression that you searched for his comfort in the form of physical touch after your boyfriend left you. You didn’t need him to know that he was the only constant in your life, slot in between every failed relationship, maintaining his spot as the one you called to when you needed a distraction.
Jungkook’s eyes narrow at the name, remembering the flashing ‘joonie’ on your phone screen. He only gives you a nod in response, his confusion deepening when you laugh.
“He’s just a friend.” You lie through your teeth, setting the photo you knew you’d be sending him later onto your desk, grabbing a small towel you had and wiping your face clean with it.
Jungkook doesn’t fully believe you but he doesn’t fight it, choosing to finish getting dressed in silence. If he was just a friend and was able to get you to go out on a date with him that what were Jungkook’s chances? What were the odds that his own name wasn’t some cute version of ‘kookie’ with an obscene amount of hearts at the end of it?
That was all wishful thinking though, he knew deep down that his name was just a plain and simple Jungkook, he knew the minute he’d ask you to go have lunch you’d ghost him like you did before.
You watch him curiously as he puts his shoes on, seeing the way his mind was working on overdrive, overthinking everything and talking himself into circles. You needed him to stay close, to not let him get a taste of what life would be like without you so you approach him with that same saccharine smile.
“Thanks Kookie.” You whisper out, cupping his cheek and leaning up on your toes to press a gentle kiss goodbye on his lips. He kisses back instantly, needing to feel more, wanting to wrap his arms around you like he did earlier but that was gone now and you were stepping back too quickly.
A small yawn escapes your lips and he gets the hint, stuffing the dirty polaroid into his jean pocket and giving you a half smile, “Yeah of course, I’ll see you later Y/N.”
You flop onto your bed and wave at him as he exits your room but once the door shuts behind him you flip onto your stomach and groan loudly into your pillow, unaware that Jungkook could still hear you from his spot in the hallway.
He decides not to open the door back up and check on you, making a swift exit and rushing to get into his car like he was running from something. And in a way he was.
Now that he’s confined inside his vehicle he slips the photo out of his pocket, turning the overhead lighting on to look at it properly now that it was developed.
Your eyes were half lidded as you stared into the camera, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the tip of it prodded at your cheek, face covered in ribbons of his cum. It was the most explicit photo he’d ever had and he can’t even let himself get excited over it. Instead he opens up his center divider and stuffs the photo into there before slamming it shut.
He pulls out of his parking spot and takes off back home, that hollow feeling in his chest returning when he remembers the words you told him today. He knows you were lying to him, Jungkook wasn’t stupid, but he just doesn’t understand what he did for you to constantly treat him this way.
He feels the stinging at the back of his eyes, the streetlights becoming blurry at the edges as his vision got misty. An idea pops into his head so he pulls over onto a random corner, blinking away the tears before they could fall as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He knew what he had to do, for his own sanity.
You two weren’t right for each other, he was tired of being this puppet on strings for you to play with until you got bored and moved on to the next shiny new thing. Jungkook was sick of dreaming about taking you out, sick of wondering what lies you’d tell him next because you knew he was wrapped so tightly around your finger that he could never fight you on it.
So he opens up instagram and goes to your page instantly, not letting himself think twice before he’s clicking on the block button, locking his phone and throwing it on the passenger seat before resuming his drive home, begging himself not to succumb to you once again.
And as you sit on your bed at home, scrolling through instagram and taking a peek at his page, knowing he usually posted an instagram story of whatever song he was listening to after leaving your apartment, you’re shocked to see the same words that haunted Jungkook for weeks.
No posts yet.
He had blocked you. For the first time in the years you’ve been fooling around you finally get a taste of the way you’ve been treating him. And as you sit in bed having the same dilemma he had before, wondering what you did or said, debating sending him a text, you feel the first twist in your heart that Jungkook had grown accustomed to and you don’t like it.
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4 times he could have kissed you + the time he finally did
summary: You and Mat have been friends for a long time, and for months now he’s been looking for the perfect opportunity to kiss you. Unfortunately, things never seem to go as planned for him, it seems something is always in the way and it takes a while to get that kiss.
an: I never thought I’d actually write a 4+1 but I had an idea and ran with it, so here we go I guess! Also yes it is 2am for me, but I got this all written in 24 hours, yay! Hey, @mbarzals you suggested a drabble of the last part, but I got a little bit out of control haha ❤
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He wasn’t quite sure when he first started feeling this way, but maybe he should have seen it coming all along.
You’d been friends for a long time, so long that he frequently caught himself forgetting there had even been a time before you were in his life. It started out with him realizing just how at home he felt with you, no matter where he was. You were there whenever he needed you, listening to him, hyping him up, and comforting him. But there was always a stiff line between the two of you, a divide in your relationship, keeping you strictly platonic no matter how much he wanted to change that. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, call you his, and let everyone know you were his. He wanted to be selfish and keep you for himself.
God, Mat wanted to kiss you so bad.
I.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the first time he felt anything more than friendship towards you, it was purely physical attraction, caused mostly- he believed- by the alcohol in his bloodstream and the endorphins in his head.
You had come to an Islanders game- always loving to see him doing what he does best, what he’s passionate about- and were proudly sporting his name and number across your back, which made Mat’s heart flutter in his chest in pride when he saw you during warmups. Everyone knew it was going to be a tough game and that the two teams would be neck and neck the whole time, so when the Islanders ended up winning in the most exciting, most cinematic way possible- with special thanks to your own Mat Barzal during overtime- it called for a celebration, and Mat soon found himself at a nearby bar, surrounded by his celebrating teammates and, most importantly, you.
The hazy feeling caused by his drink and the excitement of winning didn’t go so well when faced with seeing you in his jersey, hanging on his arm, and smiling up at him with flushed cheeks. “You’re so good at what you do, Mat. You’re such a fucking star!” His teammates cheered and joined in. “Barzal with the game-winning goal!”
He almost felt bashful being so flooded by this praise, but the way you were dancing to the music with your friends and his was tugging at his heart in a way he wasn’t used to. You weren’t even dressed in any sexy way, no skinny jeans or tight dresses like the other girls he found hot, just a pair of leggings and his jersey swallowing your form. But shit, you were so hot in the way you moved, the way you swayed to the music and grabbed his hand with a smile, pulling him to join.
“Come on, Barzy.” He snapped out of his trance at the sound of your voice. “Did that goal get to your head already? Are you too much of a star now to dance with me?”
“Never.”
Maybe the way you moved with each other that night was much more than platonic, but it felt so right, and he was sure you’d both forget it in the morning anyway- the way you were letting yourself go with him, the way you were smiling and laughing while dancing with him, touching him in a way that friends really shouldn’t. He wanted to hold on to this tipsy, carefree feeling with you feeling for the rest of time, and never have to worry about being just friends. It was like electricity, the way your hands felt on the back of his neck, and he needed more.
You were drunk, giggly, and still praising him with everything in you as he pulled you out of the heat of the club and into the cool air outside. You clung onto him, arms around his waist and smiling against his chest as he called an Uber so he could make sure you got home safe. “I’m so proud of you, Maty!”
“You know,” He put away his phone and lifted his arm to hug you back, smiling against your hair and savoring the feeling of you pressed against him. Sure, you’d hugged before, but those were “friend hugs”, this was different. This was intimate- pressed chest to chest, your hands slipping under his shirt to touch his skin as if you thought he wouldn’t notice your sneaky fingers. “I wouldn’t have scored that goal if I didn’t have my good luck charm there.” You looked up at him and brought your hands up to thread together behind his neck. You meant it innocently, he knew, because you were drunk, but he couldn’t help the warmth that flooded through him at the way your fingers played with his hair, the way your eyes caught his and your head tilted to the side.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you.” He watched as if in a trance as your lips moved, watched the smile that curled onto them when you hummed in response, and, though he couldn’t figure out this feeling inside him, that was the first moment he knew he wanted to kiss you. But you were drunk, and probably wouldn’t remember it anyway, so he held back, his hand spreading over your shoulder blades, fingers tracing the BARZAL on your back.
He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling yet, but there was one thing he knew for certain: he could get used to seeing you in his jersey.
II.
That was the first night he wanted to kiss you, but he still had no idea, at that time, what he felt towards you. How much you truly mattered to him. How much he wanted you for himself.
It was late in the evening, and Mat was already getting ready to go to bed when he heard the knock at his door. In sweatpants and a t-shirt that he threw on quickly for modesty, he made his way over to the door and rubbed a hand over his face to try and appear more awake, wondering who it could be. And there you were, standing outside his apartment in a pretty dress, holding your heels in your hands and wiping away the tears streaking your face. “Can I come in?”
“Shit, of course.” Though he had almost been asleep, Mat was immediately alert when he saw the state you were in. “What happened?” He closed the door behind you as you immediately shuffled over to his couch and crumbled down into a sobbing ball.
“Patrick never showed.”
“What?” Mat had been there when you first started dating this guy. He had seemed cool from what Mat could tell about him, and you had been ecstatic to finally have a date that went well. That was a few months ago, and now, seeing you so heartbroken because of him made Mat angry. Who could break up with someone as perfect as you? He didn’t understand the slight twinge of joy inside of him that you were single again. He pushed it away. “What do you mean he never showed?”
“We had a date tonight. Or we should’ve. We were gonna meet a few hours ago, but he never showed.”
“Maybe...” Mat sat next to you and pulled you up from where you were curled on your side against the back of the couch, searching for words to console you. “Maybe he forgot?” It didn’t sound very comforting, but it was the best he could come up with. “Maybe he went to the wrong place?”
“No, we texted before, kinda. I reminded him and he only sent back a thumbs up. And now he’s not answering me, even though it says he’s active!”
“Okay...” he lifted his hands, placing them flat on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes, trying to reel you in from your rant before you started sobbing again. “Listen, fuck Patrick.” His heart glowed when you finally smiled for the first time tonight. He’d do anything to keep that smile there. “He’s really missing out on a great date. His loss.”
“Mat, can I sleep over? I don’t really wanna be alone tonight.”
“Anytime. You wanna change into something comfier?” He motioned to your dress. As beautiful as you looked in it, he couldn’t imagine you wanted to stay in that for the rest of the night.
A few minutes passed and had you shuffling out of Mat’s room and to the couch in clothes that were many sizes too big for you, glancing up to see Mat coming into the room with a bowl of popcorn and some drinks. “Wow, you managed to make food? Impressive.” Even while sad, you couldn’t resist playfully chirping his kitchen skills.
“Haha. I can put something in the microwave.” He returned your smile and settled down next to you, opening Netflix and partially forgetting the reason you were having a spontaneous movie night. “What are we feeling tonight? The Bachelor?”
“Mat.” You sighed dramatically and leaned your face against his shoulder. “Do you think a girl who just had her heart broken wants to watch The Bachelor?”
“Oh, shit. Right. Sorry.” After finally deciding on The Office, Mat readjusted on the couch, leaning back and stretching his legs out onto the coffee table, and pulled you against his side. He kept the bowl of popcorn in his lap, feeding some to you every now and then and making you smile whenever he reached his hand to your lips. You looked so cute right now, in a pair of sweatpants and one of his coziest hoodies, practically drowning in them. Just like the time you first wore his jersey, he felt his heart flutter in his chest at the sight.
As the night dragged on and your positions on the couch adjusted from sitting to lying, you ended up snuggling further and further against him- not that he was gonna complain. Soon, you were laying with your head in his lap, your face pressed into his stomach. Mat laughed a little bit at the position, but couldn’t deny how much he loved it. Friends. Just friends. “Hey, uh, (Y/N)? You good?”
“Am I unlovable?”
The question caught him by surprise, shook him to the core. “What?” He sat up, lifting you with him and held you in his arms, searching your eyes. “No. Absolutely not. What makes you ask that?”
You shrugged, suddenly extremely interested in toying with the strings of his hoodie. “Just… Every guy I’m with ends up leaving, or cheating, or ghosting me. Maybe I’m just… impossible to love or something.” Your words came out choked up, getting caught when your throat tightened. The tears were flowing now, and you couldn’t stop them.
“Hey, hey, don’t.” Mat pulled you against him, wrapping an arm around your waist, one large hand finding its way into your hair, fingers threading comfortingly. He pressed your face against the crook of his neck, letting you cry into him and breathe in his familiar scent. “Don’t. You are not unlovable. Don’t let that dick get to you. He made a fucking bad choice tonight, and he doesn’t deserve you.” He felt your arms come up to wrap around his waist, squeezing around him, reciprocating the hug. “You deserve someone who really cares about you. Patrick obviously didn’t.” Me, me, someone like me. Once again, he couldn’t shake away the thoughts in his head that had him wanting to kiss you. I care about you. I’d never leave you.
“Thanks, Mat.” You stayed in your hug for a moment, letting your sniffles quiet down into nothing, before looking back up at him with wet eyes and a trembling bottom lip. He wanted to kiss you, but again, the timing was so, so bad. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Anytime.”
“I guess I don’t need a boyfriend when I have a best friend like you.”
He couldn’t help how much those words hurt him.
III.
That was the night Mat finally realized, after seeing you so heartbroken, just how much he wanted to preserve your happiness, how much he cared about you. He decided then that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you ever again. He was gonna be there for you, more than he ever was before. And he was gonna kiss you.
Eventually.
He dreamed of fantasies, of decorating his apartment all romantic, with rose petals and candles, and inviting you over to surprise you with how romantic he could be, but it was much too early. You were still heartbroken because of Patrick, and he couldn’t do this to you while you were still crying over another man. Before he could do anything; before he could tell you how much you meant to him or kiss you like he wanted to, hockey had him flying halfway across the country, further away from you than he ever wanted to be. He’d been away from you on roadies before, but this time he felt different. So different.
He was laying in his hotel bed one night after a game, texting you with a dumb, dopey smile on his face when Tito laughed from the bed next to him.
“You’re so whipped.”
Mat didn’t even look up from his phone, too busy laughing with you at a dumb meme you just sent. Honestly, he didn’t even hear what his friend said. “Huh?”
“You’re whipped.” He still got no response, as Mat started typing out a reply to you, the same dumb smile on his face. “You’re in love with (Y/N).”
Mat had known he liked you as more than a friend for a while now but he hadn’t told anybody about these emerging feelings, and hearing the word “love” was kinda shocking to him. Did he really love you? Was it that obvious? “You think?”
His friend gestured vaguely towards him, “I mean, it’s pretty obvious.”
“I’m just… texting her? As a friend.”
“When we text, you take hours to respond.”
“Maybe I like her better than I like you.”
“Yeah. You love her.”
“We’re just talking.”
“You couldn’t stop talking to her if you tried.” Their banter was interrupted by his phone chiming with a text from you. He hesitated, not wanting to prove Tito right. After a few moments of silence, it chimed again, and Tito laughed and motioned to it. “Aren’t you gonna answer your girlfriend?”
“Shut up.”
By the end of the trip, Mat was certain that he did love you. It made his heart flutter, it made him feel so soft and warm whenever he thought about you. He knew you were going to be there waiting when he got back, you had called before his flight and claimed you were gonna drive him home, and he knew he wanted to kiss you today.
Even after he stepped off the plane, he didn’t feel home, not until you found your way into his arms. Your arms found their way around his waist, comfortable, familiar, and your hands slid inside his jacket sneakily. “Welcome back, Mat! You did great”
“We didn’t even win every game.”
“Maybe not, but you were great regardless.” And then you were pulling away from him, looking up at him with those pretty eyes and smiling with those pretty lips. “I missed you.” God, he loved you. Was this the perfect time? Was this his chance? You missed him, he missed you, and a reunion kiss is romantic, isn’t it? He was gonna do it, he was gonna kiss you-
“Hey, (Y/N)!”
“Beau!”
Just like that, his best opportunity was ruined as you gave his friend a hug as well. He made a mental note to yell at Tito later for cockblocking him- was that the term he should use? Fuck, he just wanted to kiss you so bad .
IV.
The closest time he ever came to kissing you was after the 2020 All Star Game, You almost seemed more excited than him when he got the news he was going. Even though it wasn’t even his first game, you cheered and celebrated with him, hyping him up and, as soon as you heard it was in St. Louis, promised him that you’d come cheer him on in person this year. His heart swelled with pride, so happy that you were going to be there for him.
Mat knew having you there with his family was going to take a toll on him, having all the people he cared about most there for him was going to be too much emotion to handle, but he also knew it would be worth it. He first saw you with his family right before the Skills Competition and couldn’t get you out of his mind the rest of the night.
And then he won. Holy shit, he won fastest skater.
He found you waiting for him after the competition, standing in the hall before the locker rooms and once again proudly sporting your Barzal jersey.
“Mat, oh my God!” You jumped when you saw him and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mat!” He caught you in his arms and smiled, loving the familiar feeling of your hugs and still not quite able to process that he actually won. “You won!!!”
“I know!” He laughed and the noise rumbled through you pleasantly. He dropped you back down onto your feet.
“I’m so proud of you!! I knew you could do it!!”
He caught your gaze- you were smiling ear to ear and it was gleaming all the way up to your eyes. Your cheeks were flushed from laughing and cheering him on, and your hair was pulled back except for a few flyaways that resulted when you rushed down here to meet him that were haloing your head. Your hands curled up around his shoulders and slid into his hair, higher and higher to play with the longer locks at the top of his head.
“Fastest skater, huh Mat?”
God, he wanted to kiss you through that smile. He wanted to smile against your lips, swallow your giggles, run his hands through your hair without having to worry about people talking, without having to worry about being just friends.
“I wouldn’t have won without my good luck charm here.” His hands slid up your back, across the 13 and up to his name that you wore so proudly. You were here for him, only for him, and he made you proud. You were here with his family, and you got along so well with them. This is it. The perfect opportunity for a kiss. His hand caressed your jaw, tilting your head up and smiling softly at you, and he had just taken a quick glance at your lips when someone else’s voice caught his ears.
“Mat!”
And then, all of a sudden, you were out of his arms and he was surrounded by family, congratulating him on the win. He was overjoyed to see them, sure, but he missed his best chance to kiss you.
He was getting frustrated.
+ the kiss
The rest of the season dragged on without any kisses, unfortunately, and it may have been getting to Mat. He had complained to Tito many, many times now about how much he wished he could find a chance to kiss you, but how everytime he wanted to, there seemed to be something stopping him.
And Tito was getting pretty tired of his friend being so hopeless.
Now, he found himself at a houseparty with a bunch of friends, friends of friends, and some people who he wasn’t quite sure anybody knew, but all he could do was watch you from across the room. You looked amazing, like always, and were talking with some friends, tucking your hair behind your ear with delicate touches.
“God, you really have to get laid, dude.”
“What?” Mat looked over to his teammate, trying to avoid the fact that he’d been ogling you all night.
“You’re just staring at her. Do something. Just kiss her already.”
“I can’t just kiss her here. I have to make it… I don’t know, romantic?” His friend laughed, and he tried to shut him up, not wanting to alert your attention. “Well, we can’t just kiss surrounded by all these people! We have to at least be alone.”
“Alright, alright. I can help.” Mat didn’t even have time to ask what he meant before he was gone.
Ten minutes passed, and he almost forgot about Tito’s words, but as he was refilling his red solo cup in the kitchen, he was approached by one of your friends, who leaned up and whispered in his ear. “(Y/N) needs to talk to you.” She pointed over to a bedroom where you must have been waiting for him. Mat couldn’t help the little bit of fear that ran through his veins.
“Okay.” He nodded to your friend and picked up his cup, “Yeah, sure.” On his way over to the room, he grabbed Tito away from a group and hissed in his ear. “Dude, what did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Why does (Y/N) want to talk to me?”
“Relax,” Tito laughed, seeing how nervous his friend was getting over this girl. “I said I’d help. Better hurry up. I heard it’s urgent.”
Mat sighed and made his way over to the room, sucking in a breath and trying to steady himself. What did they tell you that had you needing to talk to him? They better not have said anything about how he felt, this isn’t how he wanted it to go. He wanted to tell you himself. “Uh, hey?” He knocked on the doorframe before coming in, and you looked up from where you were sitting criss cross on the bed, scrolling through your phone.
“Hey.” You patted the bed next to you, and Mat came in and sat down, keeping a safe distance between the two of you. Friends. Just friends. You smiled with a sneaky look and tilted your head. “Soooo, Maty. I heard you have something to tell me.” Your voice lilted up at the end in a curious manner, which would have been cute if Mat could figure out what was happening.
“Me?” Mat’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I- I thought… Your friend told me you have something to tell me.”
“Wait, what? No, Tito told me-”
As if on cue, the door slammed shut, and Tito’s voice could be heard from the other side. “You know what to do, Barzy!” And suddenly it all made sense. It was a set-up. He was quick to stand up and rush to the door to try and open it but somehow they had managed to properly lock it from the outside. “Nope! You’re not getting out until you man up!”
“No, no, I swear to God, man!” He took a few steps backwards and fell back onto the bed dramatically, covering his face with his hands. “Not like this!”
“Umm, wanna explain to me what’s up?”
Mat sat up after a few moments, and you took the moment to appreciate how fucking beautiful he looked tonight, sitting on the edge of this bed. The contrast between his creamy skin and the black of his hoodie and jeans was so artistic, and the red snapback sitting backwards on his head was the perfect pop of color in comparison. His hair was growing longer, he hadn’t cut it in a few months, and was curling out the bottom of his hat, just begging you to twirl your finger around it. “Well, it seems like our friends set us up.”
“But what do you mean not like this?”
He was quiet for a breath before closing his eyes and leaning back to look at the ceiling. “Fuck.” He lifted the hat off his head to run a hand through his hair quickly. “Okay, I promise, if it were up to me, this isn’t how it would've gone but…”
You felt him pulling away again. “Mat, c’mon. You can talk to me. We’re friends.”
“No, no, that’s the problem, though!” He immediately softened his voice when he saw you recoil at the way he snapped. “Sorry, just…” he ran his hands over his face and you realized how nervous he was. Shit, that was pretty out of character for him. “You’ve been driving me crazy for months, (Y/N), and I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me. Fuck, you mean a lot to me. You’re more to me than just a friend.” He let his words settle into your body before continuing. “I think I… No, I do. I really like you, and I wanna be a lot more than friends and Tito knows and now apparently your friends do too and now they have us locked in here until we kiss.” The last sentence came out in a breath, and Mat sat still, biting his lip and waiting for a reaction.
“You like me? You wanna kiss me? You wanna date me?”
“Yeah. I have for months.”
Mat could hear his heartbeat pounding as he watched you, waiting for a reaction of some sort. He felt like time was moving in slow motion as you scooted closer to him on the bed and reached your hand up to cup his jaw, locking eyes with him and glancing to his lips, so pink and plump and waiting for you. “Mat, you should’ve said something.”
And then your lips were on his.
Soft and slow and gentle.
Your lips felt like heaven, delicate against his own, and tasted like that fruity chapstick he always sneakily watched you put on out of the corner of his eye. Your body molded against his perfectly, your small hand fitting just right beneath his jawline and the other right on the curve of his shoulder, squeezing for balance. Your nose bumped against his when your face wasn’t angled right, but before you could lean back to apologize, he had captured your lips and was kissing back with equal passion. He lifted his hand to stroke your cheek, pushing aside your hair and tucking it behind your ear, and cupped his hand against the back of your neck. The other dipped to the small of your back, pulling you in closer against him.
He set the rhythm: smooth, and sweet and needy.
His mouth tasted like that sugary, alcoholic punch that they had sitting out in the kitchen, but felt like magic moving against yours, rocking with you and pushing and pulling at your lips like ocean waves. You didn’t deny him when his tongue peeked out against your lips in question, nothing too risque, but enough to keep the kiss passionate. Your hands traveled from his jaw down to the column of his neck, and you could feel him take a deep breath in before circling around to tug at the curls of hair that were sticking out of his dumb red snapback.
It felt so right, and you kissed and kissed and kissed until you started smiling too much and your teeth began getting in the way.
Your foreheads found a place to rest on each other as you broke apart with wide grins on your faces. You nudged your nose against his, giggling and tracing a thumb down the rosy flush on his cheekbones, knowing that yours mirrored his in pinkness. He bit his bottom lip and let out a breathy laugh of his own, overwhelmed by lingering feelings of your kiss.
There it was. He finally got his kiss.
“Wow.”
“Wow is right.” Mat whispered, beautiful hazel eyes holding yours. “So I’m guessing... We’re together now?”
“Yeah. Finally.” You dropped your head down against his shoulder, turning to the side to give his neck a small peck. “You know, I’ve wanted this for months too, Mat.”
Mat couldn’t help but laugh at himself. He had been trying for months upon months to find the perfect way to woo you, to confess his feelings and kiss you in the most romantic way possible, stressing over whether it was the right time or not, when all both of you wanted the whole time was each other. “Shit, we could’ve been kissing months ago. I’ve had so many opportunities.”
“Was it worth it, though? Was it worth the wait?” Mat leaned his head down, capturing your mouth again in a slow, sweet kiss, before breaking apart with a loud smack and humming against your flushed cheek with a grin.
“So worth it, baby.”
#also that picture make me feel things#mat barzal#mathew barzal#4+1#nhl fic#op#fanfiction#imagine#fic
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Fandom: Detective Conan/DCMK
Pairing: Shinichi/Ran
Rating: G
Genre/Tags: Romance, Fluff
Summary: Ran hates being apart from Shinichi. All she wants is to feel his warmth next to her.
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Ran is happy to be with Shinichi, even if it means not being physically together and having to survive long distance.
Now she would be lying if she says it doesn’t bother her in the slightest. After they got together and she finds out that Shinichi still has to leave for his ongoing case, her initial thought is that it wouldn’t bother her. She’s grown so used to it by now. It’s not like he’s never coming back, because he always does. After all, they just started dating, and maybe this way they’ll still be in their honeymoon stage for years to come.
They have been doing alright with frequent calls and texts sent to each other. Although she is slightly upset that they can’t physically go out on any dates, hearing Shinichi’s voice always makes everything worth it. She knows she’s going to forget all this as soon as she sees him again.
She does expect Shinichi to be as sad and lonely as she is, but she never asks about it. She doesn’t want him to think that she’s already turning clingy after only a few months into their relationship. And because she is an understanding girlfriend, she never tells him how she feels about it. She has been saying “I love you” more often though, now that she’s more comfortable saying it, which he always happily returned. She never once doubts Shinichi either—he gives her zero reasons to. Besides, they have short meet ups every now and then, and those feel like they are enough for her.
There are certain things that leaves her feeling an extra amount of longing. When she sees couples out and about in the streets, or strolling around the park, or fooling around in the hallway of their school, it breaks her heart a little. She wants Shinichi by her side, to be able to cuddle into his warmth. She wants to walk next to him and hold his hand, to go to the movies and check out cute restaurants.
“I miss you,” Ran mumbles into her mic, only one side of her earphones on. She is lying on her bed, on a call with her boyfriend who is still away, on yet another case. She has to cherish all their calls together because time is all she can afford.
She traces her finger on her phone’s screen, outlining his name that’s currently displayed, yearning to touch him. She can't help but feel disappointed when all she can feel is how hot her phone is. She should probably get a new phone soon.
“I miss you too. More than words can describe,” Shinichi replies guiltily, sad that Ran is so troubled. He has been trying to ease her pain by sneaking away to call her more often these days. He sees the longing in her eyes, always wondering what he can do for her. He hates it, hates seeing Ran’s face contort into sadness and what seems like disappointment. It never gets any easier.
If only she knows that they are actually together literally every single day.
“Anyway, how is your day?” Shinichi asked, trying to change the subject to distract her.
Ran huffs. “Conan-kun left on a weekend camping trip with his class. I’m worried about his safety. They’re elementary students, they’re not supposed to go camping in the mountains yet!”
Shinichi smiles fondly. Yep, he’s definitely on his camping trip all right.
“Also, it is kind of lonely here when he’s not around.” Lonelier, she adds to herself.
“You have nothing to worry about, I’m sure he’ll be okay,” Shinichi reassures, grinning.
“I suppose it’s true. Conan-kun does know how to take care of himself. What are you doing, anyway? Do you have to go soon? Can we switch to video call?” The hope in her voice is unmistakable. He purposely ignores Ran’s questions while wrecking his brain for a believable excuse to not switch to video call. But it is too late, she has already pressed the button that requested for him to accept the call.
Uh oh.
Shinichi curses silently. As soon as their cameras are on, he raises his phone up close to his face, careful to leave the streetlights out of view. “Hi!,” he says, hoping she wouldn’t detect the nervousness in his voice. Ran squints at the blurry screen. She can’t see much, but it is enough to make her whole evening better.
“You know what, Shinichi? It’s okay, you’re probably busy and tired, I understand! Have a good night or morning, wherever you are, okay?” Ran yawns, turning to lie on the other side as she reaches out to switch off her table lamp. “I’m already getting ready for bed anyway. Please stay safe out there. I love you.”
“NO!” Shinichi yells, before realizing how loud and unnecessary it is. He stops to look around, praying that no one around him is affected by the noise he is making. Ran is decently surprised. “Shinichi, what’s wrong?”
“I, uh, I’m staking out a criminal’s possible hideout. It’s really boring here because nothing is happening so far and it’s probably deserted. Keep me me while I wait?” Shinichi asks sheepishly, belatedly realizing how dumb of an excuse he just gave. Is it even believable in the slightest? “I’m just walking around the place now,” He adds as he quickened his pace.
Ran yawns but he can see her nodding her head in the dark. “Don’t you have to be aware of your surroundings, though? What if the bad guys creep up on you?”
“You’re right,” he says half-heartedly, not really paying attention to what she’s saying anymore. He’s trying to climb up the stairs as fast as his feet can take him. He is so close.
Ran mumbles something sleepily in return. How she wishes for body heat, but she only had her blanket to make up for the warmth. She closes her eyes, unaware that the line has gone silent. After a few more beats of silence, she hears the front door being unlocked. She sits up, suddenly alert and forgetting about her call with Shinichi. It is definitely not her father, since she can hear his snores very audibly from his room. Is it Conan, coming back from his camping trip a few days early? But—it’s literally the middle of the night, so if it actually is Conan, he has some explaining to do. She tip-toes to the door just to get ready in case it is an actual robber.
As the door unlocks and the intruder enters, Ran’s eyes widen and her hand flails around for the switch to turn one of the lights one as she recognizes the familiar silhouette. It can't be.
“Surprise.” Shinichi is standing there, smiling widely at the sight of his dumbfounded girlfriend.
Ran stares at the boy in front of her for a good while before reaching out for him in a frenzy. “You’re kidding,” she chokes out, wrapping her arms tightly around him, afraid he will be gone again as soon as she let go.
“I’ve missed you too,” Shinichi sighs, hugging Ran back just as tight. They stand like that, hugging at the door silently, choosing to ignore the fact that her father can very well walk out of his room at any given moment. Shinichi pulls away, frowning, when he realizes that she is crying.
“Hey, don’t cry.” He whispers softly, bending his knees to look at Ran who has her head down. She shakes her head, opting to bury her face in his chest instead. Shinichi run his hands up and down her back, gently kissing the top of her head. “Don’t cry, I’m here.”
Ran looks up, a few droplets of tears streaming down her face. “That’s exactly why I’m crying! You’re back now, for.. God knows how long, and then you’re gonna have to leave me again. Probably in a few hours, or in the morning if we’re lucky,” she cries, sniffling. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Shinichi remains quiet as Ran cries her heart out in silence. Then, he very gently lifts her up, carrying her to the bedroom and setting her down on the bed. “Actually, I have a few days to spend with you.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re right. And I’m not gonna lie to you, I will have to leave again, but not until Monday. So.. I’m yours for the whole weekend.” Shinichi says, hoping for her acceptance, despite how little he is offering her right now.
“The whole weekend?” Her smile is back on her face at this point. Sounds like she will just have to make the most out of this weekend, then. It’s a good thing she doesn’t have anything yet planned. She wipes the tears off of her face. She can’t waste their time together by crying like this. “Oh Shinichi, there are so many places that I wanted to go with you to!”
“We can go anywhere you want,” says Shinichi. That already sounds perfect to him. Truth be told, any moments spent with Ran were perfect. The Where and What weren’t all that important. Like right now. Even in the dim light, he can see how bright she’s smiling. God, all he wanted to do is stare at her and admire her beauty, amongst everything else.
He hates lying to Ran, although it is done to protect her, to shield her. He will have to lie to her some more, but this time, he does not want to make any more promises he can't keep. “It will all be over soon, I promise. I’ll come home for good.” You’re my home, he wants to say.
She has missed him so much—she missed his voice, his scent, his warmth, his presence. She crawls towards him, unable to hide the overwhelming sense of hope that arises after his declaration. “Really?”
“Really.” Ran can feel the tears welling up again. This time, out of happiness. “It hurts so much to not be able to be by your side.”
“I’m here,” murmurs Shinichi quietly as he reaches out to wipe some of her fallen tears away with the pad of his thumb. “... and I’m always watching.” he adds quietly, wrapping an arm around her as he hugs her to sleep.
Ran nods in silence. She has so many things to tell him, but she is content with just enjoying his warmth and presence beside her for now. Truly, nothing can compare to the homey feeling and the familiarity of being next to Shinichi. She lets him hold her to sleep, his voice a lullaby that carries her out of consciousness.
“I’m always with you,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
#shinran#dcmk#kudo shinichi#mouri ran#bc they'd be such a lovey dovey couple and y'all know it#melts with ran at soft boi shinichi#where else on earth do u find a man like him??#Ran is one lucky girl#no Shinichi is LUCKIER to have Ran#fic
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Malex Drabble
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No one had seen Alex in three days.
Which, okay, he left town frequently enough for the Air Force that it could be no big deal. But ever since Alex spent a week in a basement because everyone, including Michael, thought he was at a recruitment job out of town, Alex checked in when he left. Usually with Michael. And Alex hadn’t told Michael that he was planning on leaving, much less checked in.
Michael should’ve let it go. No one else is worried, there’s no dangers around, no lingering threat that could result in Alex being missing or worse. But Michael couldn’t shake the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
And he kept circling back to Alex hadn’t told him that he was leaving.
Which is how he ended up here, standing in Alex’s driveway and staring at the old Christmas lights still dangling from the porch, trying to shake off his paranoia without invading his friend’s private space.
On second thought, that’s exactly what he did last time and he turned out to be right. He started for the door. The game plan that time around had been Find Alex, and okay, it was the same here. Whatever, it was a good plan. At least this time he knows where the spare key is kept.
Michael jogged the last couple steps up to Alex’s front door and knocked loudly. “Alex?”
No response. He stood on his toes to peer inside through the glass in the top of the door. From what he could see, none of the lights were on and no one was moving around inside.
“Alex, I’m worried about you,” he tried. He knocked on the door a few more times. “If you don’t answer, I’m coming in. He backed away to dig the key out of a bottle buried nearby. “Using the spare key,” he added. If Alex was inside, it probably wouldn’t be helpful if he thought Michael was going to telekinetically break his lock.
When he was met with more silence, Michael unlocked the door and took a hesitant step in.
“Alex?”
He made his way around the house. The kitchen held a small pile of take out bags and dirty, plastic containers. Alex was here then, and eating. That was always good, Michael acknowledged.
He walked over to Alex’s bedroom door and knocked quietly, cracking open the door as he did and poking his head inside. A blindness darkness greeted him.
Michael blinked quickly, trying to help his eyes adjust as he took in the room. Heavy, drawn curtains blocked any light from the windows. Two large, empty bottles sat on the bedside table closest to the door. It was too dark to be sure, but the thin, tall neck made Michael think it was tequila. The bed held a pile of blankets surrounding a curled up figure in the center.
Michael let out a breath, his shoulders slumping.
“Alex, it’s me. Can I come in?”
He received a faint humm in response.
Taking that as a yes, Michael slipped into the room and shut the door behind him, careful not to make any loud noises. He slowly inched closer to the bed Alex had buried himself in. He wasn’t sure what the protocol here was. Alex was physically fine; Michael could see enough to make out the movement of the blankets from Alex breathing. Strands of hair peeked out of the fuzz pile and the sunlight in the hall shined back at him from Alex’s prosthetic where it was laying on the floor near the bed.
But Alex obviously wasn’t fine. From what Michael had seen, Alex had apparently spent the past three days of avoiding his friends in bed, ordering takeout, and day-drinking. While Michael may not have much experience with avoiding worried friends, he did have a decade spent deep-diving into a bottle or three in his belt, and multiple empty maybe-tequila bottles did not equal fine.
“Alex, what’s going on,” Michael whispered. He sat on the edge of the bed with one leg still on the floor, hand hovering over Alex’s body as he waited for a response.
After a few seconds, Alex reached a hand out of his pile and pulled the blanket closest to him tightly, framing his face.
“What are you doing here,” he croaked out, eyes still closed.
“I was worried about you. You haven’t responded to me or anyone else in three days.”
“I’m fine.”
Michael caught the blanket before Alex could pull it back over his head. “I see that,” he noted dryly.
Alex huffed and opened his eyes. “I am. You can go now.”
“Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding everyone in favor of alcohol and shitty take-out.” Michael kicked off his shoes and crawled over Alex onto the bed. He leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes. “I can sit here all day.”
He opened one eye to see Alex glaring up at him. “I’ll just listen,” Michael offered.
Another huff.
Michael closed his eye again and waited. A minute or two later, he felt the mattress moving under him. He opened both eyes to see Alex sitting up beside him and offered him a smile.
Alex’s lips twitched in response and Michael felt his own widen to a grin.
Michael waited patiently beside him.
“I got a phone call,” Alex started. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor well-away from Michael as he spoke. “I loved being in my squadron. Some of the guys were family in a way I hadn’t had before, you know?”
Loved. Were. Michael stopped smiling.
“Flint and Clay always felt really distant. When I was a kid, I thought it was because they remember Mom. And I love Gregory, but we weren’t super close as kids.”
And Flint and Clay were two peas in a Jesse-spawn pod, Michael wanted to add.
“We has to be together all the time, we didn’t have a choice but to get close. There were four of us that were,” Alex tutted, searching for the word. “I don’t know. Saying brothers feels weird considering my real brothers.”
“I get it,” Michael said softly. He and Max and Isobel, they weren’t actually siblings. But Max and Iz were so important to him, to his life on Earth, and to his past, that calling them brother and sister felt inadequate. “They were real. What brothers should be.”
Alex nodded. “Besides me, it was Hunter, Jamie, and Patrick. Hunter and Jamie died in the same explosion that blew off my leg. Which. . . sucked. But Patrick was okay. He stayed with me as long as he could in the hospital in Germany. He missed their funerals to stay with me.” He took a steadying breath. “He had to ship out eventually. He was assigned a new unit and left for an eight month tour about six months ago.”
Alex looked up to meet Michael’s eyes. He schooled his face, trying to project a sense of calmness and security. He just hoped that the grief and pain and mourning he saw in Alex’s eyes wasn’t echoed in his own.
When Alex spoke again, it was so soft Michael had too strain to make out the words. “Patrick’s new unit chief called three days ago. He - he’s dead.” Alex voice shook as he choked back a sob and leaned into Michael.
Michael gripped Alex tightly and pressed his lips to his forehead. Michael didn’t - he couldn’t comfort this. He had lost a whole world. . . but he hadn’t know them. He lost his mom but, so had Alex. She might not technically be dead, but she had left when he was so young and stayed gone so long that she might as well be. The only think Michael had to compare was Isobel and Max and if he lost them. . . well. He’s sure he would be in the drunk tank in a lot worse shape than this.
“Alex,” Michael said softly, turning to press his cheek against Alex’s head, “When I was a kid, I spent years imaging what it would be like to lose Max and Isobel, either when they got sick of me and left or if they got caught and were killed. I planned out how to be alone, as much as it killed me to admit that, since that implies I wasn’t alone with them,” he chucked lowly.
Michael buried his free hand in Alex’s hair, letting the soft, dark strands run through his fingers. Alex stayed quiet. “I stopped because I met someone who was different. He treated me the same way Max and Iz did and no one had ever done that before. In my experience, people weren’t just nice for no reason. Even Max and Iz treated me like they did because they viewed me as their brother. And this guy, I could never seem to drive him away. And I certainly tried my best,” he admitted, “especially after graduation. He was the fucking sun and he made me realize that I wasn’t better than everyone else. It kinda opened up my world.”
Alex stirred at that. “Life isn’t a rom-com, Michael.”
“Okay, but it is a telenovela. I mean hello, alien from outer space here.”
Underneath him, Alex made a sound that reminded him a baby whining.
“You interrupted. There was more,” Michael chided jokingly. He gave Alex a light flick on the head. “I would still fall apart if I lost Max and Iz. That hasn’t changed. But I would want to keep on going now. Because of you. And you don’t have to get over this or be okay because of me, that’s not what I’m saying-“
“Michael.”
Michael shut up. “Sorry,” he murmured.
Alex finally moved from his half-laying down, half-sitting up position and looked at Michael. “I get it.”
“You do?”
“I do.” Alex smiled sadly at him and let his hand hover over the side of Michael’s face. “Thank you.”
Michael’s eyes lightened. “Thank you,” he returned. They were words he’s been waiting to say to Alex for over a decade. Since they were seventeen and stupid in love. He owes Alex so much.
They weren’t seventeen anymore. Picking a place to make-out that wasn’t the pickup of Michael’s truck was no longer their biggest hurdle. Now, that would have to be a toss up between the giant government conspiracy, the alien-DNA-targeting-bomb, and the various murders him and his siblings were hiding.
No, they definitely weren’t seventeen anymore. But as Alex curdled back up under his blanket mound and buried himself into Michael’s side, Michael knew that, for him, that was the only thing that had changed.
#roswell new mexico#roswellnm#Malex#alex manes#michael guerin#fic#malex fic#rnm#I'm very hopeful for the season 2 finale#but this is admittingly unrealistic#ao3#my writing#alicewrites
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I’ll be updating this as I go - there is a non-rebloggable masterlist page pinned in my bio as well!
Key:
[S] - Smut
[F] - Fluff
[H/C] - Hurt/Comfort
[A] - Angst
[FTL] - Friends to Lovers
[ETF] - Enemies to Friends
join a taglist here!
Steve x Reader:
The Lovers - you’re a college student working at the info desk at your local art museum. you meet Steve when his class comes in to see the latest exhibit. Steve keeps coming back to see you. awkward flirtations/cuteness ensues. [F]
The Dance - you give Steve his first slow dance in your living room. Inspired by That One Scene from Anastasia and That One Scene from The Office. [F]
The Request: you ask Steve to be rough with you, and he delivers. [S]
The Flight: you meet Steve in line at TSA, flirt hardcore, and leave expecting to never see him again. turns out you sit next to each other on the same flight. [S]
The Flight, Part 2: continuation of the Flight. You teach Steve about vibrators. [S]
The Flight, Part 3: in progress
The Piercing: You have a surprise for Steve in the form of a new clit piercing. [some S, F]
The Elevator: You’re stuck in the elevator with the Scoops Troop. Will you die before your first kiss? [F]
The Rivals: You're practically Billy’s twin. You hate Steve, and Steve hates you. Or do you? (slight spin off of The War) [S]
The Partners (In Progress): Full length fic. Reader and Steve are apprentices at Hawkins Police Station in the fall of 1986. you get along famously, but there’s something Steve is hiding, and there is an unknown evil lurking in Hawkins. [FTL, H/C, A, F]
The Drummer: Steve is mesmerized by the reader, who plays drums at a bar he frequents. [F]
The Party: Reader and Steve confess their crushes for each other at a party, and leave with each other. Based off of the songs Sister and Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. [S]
The Faker: basically the diner scene in Harry Met Sally - you teach Steve that a lot of women fake their orgasms. [no genre really just reader ragging on her pal]
Trust: Steve helps Reader feel better about her body. [S]
The Young Lovers: Being with Steve brought a lot more sex than you ever thought possible. [S, F]
The Lesson: a continuation of the Faker - you decide to teach Steve how to have good sex. [S,F] (more parts to come!)
The Movie: movie night with Steve leads to something more than you were expecting. [S, F]
The Ride: drunken makeouts leave you on Steve’s thigh. [S]
The Rental: you meet Steve at Family Video and score more than just a movie.
The Sweatpants: you can’t keep your hands off of Steve in sweatpants.
Steve Harrington x Scoops Troop
Life Moves Pretty Fast: Steve, Robin, and Dustin watch Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and it raises some bad memories for Steve. [A, F]
Robin Buckley x Reader
softly, slowly: you meet Robin at college and fall in love with her, softly and slowly
Billy x Reader
The War - You’re the new girl in town and Billy’s equal. Who will win the rivalry to run Hawkins High? [ETF]
The War, Part 2: continuation of The War. You and Billy admit feelings for each other. [FTL]
Quote Prompt Drabbles
“I was healthy enough a half hour ago. Or do people look different to you if they are not horizontal?“ (Platonic Steve x Reader) [H/C]
“Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them” (Romantic Steve x Reader) [H/C, A]
“My dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.” (Romantic Steve x Reader) [F]
“Thanks for the coffee. Sorry I couldn’t finish it - if I did, I’d be up the rest of my life.” (Romantic/Platonic Steve x Reader) [F]
“Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still you find reasons to keep on living.” (Platonic Steve x Reader) [C]
“You wanna know a secret? You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known.” (Romantic Steve x Reader) [F]
From Prompt Lists
I’m sick of being the other guy/we’re not just friends. you know that./friends don’t get each other off. (Steve x Reader) [S, A, F]
ride the Ferris wheel with me/I think I love you (Steve x Reader) [F]
I think we should break up./why can’t you look at me? (Steve x Reader) [A]
you’re my new pillow (Steve x Reader) [F]
I don’t care, I’m not staying in bed! (Steve x Reader) [F]
did you have another nightmare?/just breathe. breathe with me. (Steve x Reader) [H/C, F]
I thought you didn’t love me?/because I love you! (Steve x Reader) [F]
why haven’t you kissed me yet? (Steve x Reader) [F, C]
#jxnehxpper#my fics#steve x reader#billy x reader#steve x scoops troop#I did it baby idc#jen and syl liked the post and that's all I needed
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A Death By a Thousand Cuts Would Be Easier
Summary: A brief history of some of the moments concerning Bruce Wayne that Selina Kyle will remember until the day she dies.
Author’s Note: So, a bit of an explanation of how this whole thing works. The italicized headers are each things or phrases from the bridge of the stunning “Death By a Thousand Cuts” by Taylor Swift. Under each header is a drabble (none are exactly 100 words, so please forgive me) that is in some way connected with whatever the header is. They are not in chronological order, but hopefully it shouldn’t be too confusing. There are also some shoutouts to some of the wonderful Batcat Fam sprinkled throughout the story as a sort of thank you for being such amazing friends. Also, thank you to Itzel for clarifying what dances Bruce may have actually learned in Mexico.
A Death By a Thousand Cuts Would Be Easier
Looking back on it, Selina gave a lot of things to Bruce Wayne. And when he left, each of those things cut her as they left with him. Her heart, her trust, her love all cut her as he flew away on a plane that didn’t have a seat on it for her. The wound he gave her when he left wasn’t what had nearly killed her. It had been the thousands of cuts those pieces of her had left.
My Heart
Selina’s heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest. Obviously she knew that wasn’t possible, but it felt like it. She hadn’t even been a tenth as afraid as she was now when they had been fighting that stupid fence to try and get the necklace a hour ago. But making her next request was probably going to be the most terrifying thing Selina had ever done.
“Will you return it?” Selina asks, putting the pearl necklace on the table.
She couldn’t bear to do it herself. The very idea of walking into the house where Ivy had killed that scientist and acting like returning a stolen necklace was the same thing as bringing back the woman’s husband made Selina want to run and hide for the rest of her life. When she weighed the cost of returning the necklace herself against the terror that would accompany asking Bruce for such a personal and vulnerable favor, her fear of facing the woman whose life and necklace she had stolen was just ever so slightly more terrifying. She could trust Bruce to take her heart and not destroy it, but there was no way she would trust herself to return a necklace to a woman whose heart had been eviscerated while Selina took her pearls.
My Hips
Bruce claims he learned how to salsa when he was in Mexico. Selina thinks he’s lying but has no proof to back it up other than that a trip to Mexico does not fit into the timeline she’s working on forming of the past ten years of Bruce’s life since he skipped town. But, his salsa dancing was really good. Like, really, really good. It seemed insane that Bruce had left Gotham a decade ago unable to do much more than a basic waltz and returned a master of just about every style of dance they’ve encountered at galas thus far. Filing away a mental note to interrogate Bruce later about his new found dancing ability, Selina returned to focusing on the mission, searching the room for Penguin.
That is until Bruce moved his hands from her back and down to her hips and any hope she had of looking at anything other than Bruce’s eyes flew out the window.
My Body
Lying paralyzed in a hospital bed as she heard the sounds of Gotham falling to pieces around her was a nightmare so horrible Selina couldn’t even have imagined it. She still wakes up every couple of hours with a jolt and, sometimes, a scream from dreams that seem so real she expects Jeremiah to be the one grabbing her and not Bruce or Alfred or one of the nurses. It had been a week since everything had collapsed in on itself and her world had been torn apart by a bullet and the bombs that blew the bridges and she was only just now beginning to reach a point where she was willing to talk to Bruce. It was stupid to blame her new, useless body on him because he wasn’t the one who pulled the gun’s trigger. He hadn’t made her go to the manor that night. He hadn’t forced them to be friends. He hadn’t made her lie about seeing who killed his parents. But if she didn’t blame him for the bullet that might as well have ended her life, then the only person left in this hospital to blame would be herself. And, at the end of the day, it was better to believe she’d given up her body, her freedom, and her life for the boy who had spent the last 96 hours in a hospital chair next to her than to think about how all the choices that had led her to this moment were her own.
My Love
For a young woman whose entire appeal is that she slinks in and out of people’s lives like a cat with absolutely zero emotional connection to those she interacts with, Selina loves a surprisingly large number of people, places, and things. She loves to play with the cats who frequent her apartment. She loves the little Mexican bakery around the corner from Cornelia Street. She loves her collection of black leather jackets that has only continued to grow. She loves Gotham and punk music and greasy, cheap pizza and the way the sky turns pink as the sun sets and rises each day. But, and this is a fact she buries so deep down inside that it only has a chance to surface when she stays still for more than a handful of seconds, she loves Bruce Wayne at least as much as all of those things combined. She never really told him when he was in Gotham and she swears she’ll never tell him even if he comes back one day, but it’s a small fact she keeps tucked away and it makes her heart just a little bit more full than it was before.
Like a Bad Drug
Selina hadn’t done drugs before. It was a bit ridiculous considering she was 18 and had been living on the streets her whole life. Most kids with stories like hers got their first taste of drugs before they were 10, but Selina’s ability to pick pockets and get in and out of places undetected required her to be sober, so drugs had been firmly off the table. Other kids could be high and still get by, but if she was even the littlest bit not completely in her own head, any attempts she made to steal things would be a catastrophe.
Selina hadn’t done drugs before, but she also hadn’t been abandoned by Bruce Wayne without a good-bye beyond a small note before. Well, there’s a first time for everything, Selina thought as she snorted the white powder.
In a Haunted Club
Rumor has it that Bruce Wayne is in England. No one has any proof, but there are pictures of an heiress named Kayliegh wandering London with a guy dressed in all black who if you look at the picture from exactly the right angle and have no idea what Bruce looks like, could be the missing Wayne. But Selina actually knows what Bruce looks like, has memorized every line of his face and can still hear his laugh sometimes as she falls asleep. But the tabloids with the pictures were everywhere today and she’s tired of hearing his name whispered by Gothamites everywhere she goes.
So she heads to the Sirens and hopes the sound of the club will drown out the idea that maybe he had moved on and maybe he was in London and maybe she wasn’t part of his story anymore. The alcohol doesn’t help her shake the feeling that a ghostly Bruce Wayn is watching her from just outside of peripheral vision, but that’s not enough to dissuade her from taking another shot.
Our Songs
Once upon a time, Selina had tried to learn to play the ukulele. Someone had thrown the instrument in the trash when she was about seven and Selina had picked it out of the dumpster. It had been painted blue with a picture of a flower on it and she had plucked at the strings and dragged it along with her for a couple of weeks. In the end, it had been abandoned one day when she had to run from the police who were very intent on bringing her back to St. Maria’s. It had just been another one of her dreams that got discarded on a Gotham street, just like she had been.
A decade later she’s stuck in a hospital bed and the doctors are talking about how she needs to adjust to this new normal and that there are plenty of new skills she can learn that don’t require her to actually move much. Selina only half listens to them because the other half of her mind is occupied with trying to think of a reason to keep on going. Bruce brings her a ukulele the next day because he figures it’ll keep her mind off of the impending surgeries and that if she can at least learn one song maybe the doctors will stop hovering as much. They learn how to stumble through “Mary Had a Little Lamb” together and even though Selina doesn’t put any of her heart into the song, Bruce is enthusiastic enough for both of them.
Our Films
“You’re telling me you’ve never seen Star Wars?” Bruce is 15 and completely incredulous. Selina is curled into a ball on the couch, completely and utterly unperturbed by Bruce’s impending, Star Wars-induced breakdown.
“When was I supposed to have the time to sit down and watch a bunch of movies? It’s not like I have tons of downtime to spend watching Spock hit people with laser swords.” Selina gestures impatiently for the bowl of imported European chocolates by Bruce’s left hand while Bruce blinks in shock at his friend.
“Well, you have time now. I hope you’re comfortable because you’re not leaving here until you understand how wrong you are when you say that Star Wars is about Spock hitting people with laser swords.”
“Whatever. But if I’m going to be stuck here for eternity you better hand me that chocolate before I smother you with a pillow.”
Bruce hands her the candy and joins her on the couch as the opening crawl appears on the screen. What he doesn’t know is that Selina has a secret: She’s seen every second of Star Wars multiple times before, but she figured that a Star Wars marathon would be the ideal way for her to try every sweet in the Wayne manor. No one could say that Selina couldn’t play dumb when it suited her.
United We Stand
The Year the Bridges Blew always feels a bit like a dream when Selina looks back on it. She can’t quite pinpoint many details from the year and so much of it seems to fade when she thinks about it too hard. Granted, if it were up to most of the citizens of Gotham, that year would be erased from everyone’s mind so that they could all move forward without the looming fear that one day they will be trapped in their city again.
But there are some memories from that time that Selina wouldn’t erase. She likes to revisit the summer evening she spent one day with Bruce, lounging on a rooftop, watching some teens below trying to set off fireworks. Despite the kids' shouts, the claps of the fireworks, and the general noise that always seemed present in Gotham and hand only gotten louder since the bridges blew, the moment felt quiet. She had slipped her hand into his as a red firework had started and sputtered out and for a single, glorious evening she really felt that she had a teammate. Someone who would still be there the next morning and the morning after that and so on until they had no more mornings to wake up to. In that moment, she felt united with Bruce in a way she never had before. You’d have to offer her a fortune larger than the Waynes’ to get her to give up that memory.
Our Country, a Lawless Land
Gotham was Selina’s city. This fact was the only one she knew so well that it felt like it was ingrained in every muscle and sinew and bone and ligament in her body. She had been born here, had grown up here, had been abandoned here, had been killed by Jeremiah here and then brought back to life here. To try and separate Gotham from Selina would be like trying to separate a single thread from an intricate tapestry. It might be possible, but why would you even bother?
That’s why, no matter how hard she tries, Selina can’t understand why Bruce left, why he always kept leaving Gotham. They built their relationship on the sound of their feet running on Gotham’s street. They had laughed together on Gotham bridges. Had shouted and whispered declarations of love with Gotham’s skyline as their backdrop. Every single part of what made them them was entrenched in the city. And, somewhere in the back of her mind, Selina realized that if Bruce could leave Gotham, the city that had made him, then that meant he could leave her too.
Our Paper-Thin Plans
“I think I’d want a house with a window seat.”
“A window seat? Out of all the things a house could have, your request is for a window seat?”
“Yeah. I like them.”
“Do you spend a lot of time in the window seats back home?”
“Yeah, if you and Alfred aren’t bothering me that’s usually where I am.”
“How have I never noticed this? Alfred, did you know that Selina loves window seats? … Okay, how did everyone know this but me?”
“Maybe your powers of observation just aren’t as good as you think they are.”
“Fine. Whatever. I’ll make a note that when we rebuild the manor to add in more window seats.”
“You better or else I might have to find some other billionaire to hang out with because window seats are a deal breaker in this whole thing.”
My Time
Selina’s time is a valuable commodity. Every second she’s spending doing something is a second she could be casing a jewelry store or picking pockets downtown. But, sometimes even a young thief needs a night off. Selina’s plan is simple, she’ll feed her current cats- Isis and Coco- and then take a shower before eating some Chinese from the place across the street that always has just a bit too much food left over come closing time.
At least that was the plan before Bruce Wayne knocked on the door (He knocked. Like she paid rent for the place.) and asked if she was up to anything. Of course, when she planned on a quiet night, Bruce wanted her to keep him from dying on some fool’s quest. She only rolled her eyes once before grabbing her leather jacket and heading out the door. She’d always have time for him.
My Wine
Selina doesn’t usually drink wine. She’s had a variety of them, ranging in cost from a couple of bucks to more than a year’s worth of rent, and she honestly hasn’t liked any of them. But a couple of times a year since she’s turned 21, she gets a small invitation in the mail inviting her to a quiet dinner at the new Wayne manor. Alfred always pulls out a bottle of what he promises her is good wine and they usually finish it by the time dinner is pushed to the end of the table and desert is being savored. Sometimes the invitation is for a special date, like Christmas or Alfred’s birthday, but other times there is no rhyme or reason that Selina can discern for the dinner. This time the invitation comes and is signed by both Alfred and Bruce and a not small part of Selina is bitter that Bruce is trying to infringe on the bond that she and Alfred forged in, and because of, his absence. She doesn’t show up on the appointed date and instead hacks the Wayne bank account and makes a very generous donation to a local animal shelter in Bruce’s name. Alfred sends her a bottle of wine a few days after they were supposed to meet that he claims is spectacular. She can’t taste the difference between it and the box wine she bought one time.
My Spirit
Selina’s birthday is either December 1st or December 3rd. Maria says it’s the 1st, but all her official documents cite it as the 3rd. Selina knows it’s weird to not really know her birthday, but it’s not like she grew up with birthday parties so it never really was an issue. But then she accidentally reveals that she has two birthdays to Bruce when they’re 13 and suddenly these previously mostly meaningless days in December are arriving with more pomp and circumstance than she had ever anticipated.
They throw a party on the 1st with games and food and gifts at the manor. Alfred prepares all the fanciest foods and Selina is asked to wear a dress to the party. (She does, but she complains about it the whole time.) It’s a fun, if strange event, and Selina enjoys herself. But then the 3rd rolls around and she returns to her apartment exhausted from running all over town in the snow to find Bruce with an enormous pile of take out from at least half a dozen of her favorite restaurants. He’s brought a projector and some movies and pillows and blankets. They make a pillow fort before settling down with the food. Snuggled beneath a pile of blankets, with some old movie about a guy in a wheelchair spying on his neighbors from his window, Selina has a shining moment where she truly understands peace. For once her mind, her spirit, her body, her heart, every part of her, feels completely at peace. It’s the best birthday gift anyone could have given her.
My Trust
She doesn’t wear the ring on her finger for a multitude of reasons. It could get lost or she could scratch herself or it could get caught on something or it could be noticed by someone and then the whole world might know about the secret Selina had been carrying around for about two weeks. It isn’t that she is ashamed or embarrassed about the engagement, but she likes the idea that this particular moment is being shared only with the people she trusts to treat it with love and kindness. She knows that the world, that Gotham, will pry and pick at the happiness her engagement is giving her, but if she keeps the ring on a chain around her neck, close to her heart, then maybe she can keep this beautiful moment going just a bit longer.
A Thousand Cuts
The bells ring louder than she had expected but the crowd of people are even louder. Selina’s still not used to the public side of being connected with this new Bruce Wayne, but she loves the private part of him too much to be dissuaded by camera flashes and people shouting his name. As they race from the the entrance of the church (Martha and Thomas got married there, so Bruce felt getting married there was the closest he’d get to having his parents at his wedding) to the open car, she focuses on the rhythmic ringing of the bells, blocking out the shouts and questions and rice that is being thrown at her. And each ring seems to to call out to her:
Bong! Don’t give up on him.
Bong! He’s got you.
Bong! He may have cut you a thousand times…
Bong! But he’ll heal you a thousand and one.
#Me proofreading this: Consistent tenses? I don’t know her.#I’ll also have you know#I actually had to do research on what onomatopeia to use for church bells.#This ended up being a lot less angsty than I had originally anticipated#Thank you for reading!#I still know I have a writing tag somewhere and I still know I don't have a clue what it is#gotham#bruce wayne#selina kyle#batcat#silence emily
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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.
fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.
My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent (the mere existence of a post-canon verse is diverging from canon)/ fandomless / complicated
Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. It depends on what you mean as popular. Whoever has ever played DA2 knows Orsino because he’s important to the plot (especially in act 3) but the opinions on him are conflicted. like they are on any morally gray character. Still, he is a side character who has like 5 scenes in the entire game, so I believe he’s not getting the attention he deserves.
Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. Orsino certainly is not everyone’s cup of tea, I can say that much. Physical appearance-wise he is very attractive for what he is: a stressed/depressed middle-aged DA2 elf who has seen SomeShit™ in his life. He has aged way more graceful than what he could have, but still, he is in his late 40s/early 50s, which can be a deterrent factor to some; also, the elves in this game have distinctive inhuman-like features that people either love or hate. Personally, I think that there is harmony and beauty in his features, which makes him weirdly pretty to look at and i love the fact that they gave him an hourglass body shape. However, Orsino’s true beauty lies in his personality and his calm, collected, polite demeanor. His voice is another huge bonus.
Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. I mean... he’s a First Enchanter who keeps his knowledge on blood magic and necromancy a secret, there are hints that he’s a somniari mage throughout the game, he has some very badass scenes where he kicks the asses of bigger/stronger opponents than himself when he’s outnumbered AND he has one of the 2 boss battles in the finale of the game. There is no doubt that he is a force to be reckoned with in battle.
Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK. I think he’s criminally underrated not just by the fandom, but even the creators of the game, who gave him no backstory, only a handful of scenes and butchered his character just to add another boss battle.
Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO. Meeting him along with Knight Commander Meredith and Viscount Dumar earns you an achievement (the “friends in high places” one). He is one of the main antagonists in the third and most crucial part of the game and you can either choose to side with him or oppose him.
Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. Lots of elements in the storyline depend on the protagonist’s political views on what’s going on in Kirkwall, and since Orsino is a prominent political figure, he is relevant to the protagonist’s views. He can be either an ally or an opponent, depending to what the protagonist’s views are. Also, he had been involved to the protagonist’s tragic loss of their mother -albeit indirectly-, since he was an informant of the murderer.
Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. He’s a controversial but VERY well-known public figure, to the point where he can be recognized in the streets -even if people have never seen him before, they can recognize the staff he carries, his distinctive robes and the fact that he’s an elf (an elven first enchanter is news in itself, so he doesn’t go by unnoticed). The protagonist has heard of him -along with rumors and gossip surrounding him- before he had the chance to meet him in person. He has such influence and people skills that he even carried out a rally to overturn the Knight Commander’s rule of the city and almost succeeded.
How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. Depends on who you ask. Mage sympathizers see him as a brave advocate of his people’s rights who wouldn’t hesitate to put his life on the stake for them. The common folk and the city authorities see him as a potentially dangerous troublemaker and rebel.
How strictly do you follow canon? — I try to follow canon mostly in my canon verse, while taking some artistic liberties due to the lack of a concise backstory. In post-canon verses and au’s, I have taken all the insights on Orsino’s personality, views and way of thinking and I have adapted them to fit each verse’s context.
SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — For him ‘mage’ is not just a term describing his abilities, it is also a term describing his personality as a whole. He has that elegance, cultivation and mystical charm about him; he is morally grey yet charismatic; witty yet cunning and certainly not one to be toyed with. Despite the exterior of a powerful yet restrained scholar he maintains , however, there are many layers to him and each is darker than the last. He can be both the erudite conversation partner you’d like to have an existential conversation with over a glass of good wine, a trusted advisor you’d confide your problems to and a force to be reckoned with who would obliterate you or your enemies in battle, depending on the situation. Still, the First Enchanter has some very vulnerable sides too, but he tries to keep them to himself.
Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — In the main verse he’s a minor character; with not as much involvement in the protagonist’s life as other characters (such as the companions). He’s also kind of secluded and not in touch with whatever happens in real life -not just because he lives in the Circle, but because he has been institutionalized, like any other person who has been brought there from a very young age. Also, there is the age gap which can make him a bit harder to reach than someone younger.
What inspired you to rp your muse? — When I played DA2 for the first time, Orsino piqued my interest because he was the very definition of a tragic figure. He was the only voice of reason in the madhouse that is Kirkwall; yet he was fighting alone for a just cause that was doomed. He had the whole city and the authorities against him; still, he did not give up trying to protect his people; and he did his best to refrain from violence until the bitter end. His death -a suicide, no matter how you cut it- was equally tragic as the life he led; it was seeing the bringer of hope for mages losing all hope himself and deciding to go fighting and not on his knees. That, combined with his sarcasm and sophistication convinced me that I had to do justice to this poor underappreciated soul and dig deeper into his character -even try to write an alternative ending for him. Hence, this blog was created.
What keeps your inspiration going? — My amazing roleplay partners with all the good work they put into their characters and the love they have shown me and my character so far. I love you guys <3
Some more personal questions for the mun.
Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.
Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? i have my doubts sometimes, but i think i do ok. Still, I would love to have more feedback to see how i can improve even more.
Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF Headcanons, metas, the works.
Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO. I am not sure what is meant by ‘drabbles’ but sure, I’d love to write more of those.
Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO. All the time, especially before going to bed. That is where all those rp ideas come from.
Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? Again, i don’t really get much feedback, so i am not that sure if I am doing any good and if my Orsino sounds genuine
Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO / SOMETIMES. I like how i have written some threads more than others, I’m not gonna lie.
Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO / SORTA. I am a sensitive person in general, but not someone whose feelings are easily hurt/triggered or someone who takes things that are not my business to heart.
Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — Criticism is welcome only when it is constructive; in the sense that there are clearly stated arguments as to what I do not do right and suggestions on how to improve. If someone sends me an ask like “i don’t like x just because” or anon hate, I am just going to ignore it.
Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — YES!!! YESS!!! YESS!!!!!!! I cannot stress enough how helpful it is for me to receive suggestions and questions that help me explore sides of my character i have not thought about so far! Even if your questions are the randomest things ever, i’d still LOVE to answer them. I have received some asks like “what would Orsino do in x situation” in the past and they were SO fun to write!
If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — Of course! As I said, so far the opinion is supported beyond the ‘just because’, I will be happy to consider it. Anything that helps me broaden my perspective is welcome.
If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — same as the above.
If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — I do not really mind; i am the first person to recognize that Orsino is a controversial figure and people may hate him for whatever reason. I might not agree with the hate, but each to their own I suppose.
Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — If they do not do it in the typical ‘grammar nazi’ style i’m chill with it. Grammatical errors tend to happen more often than not, just because i almost never proofread. *shrug*
Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — I think so, yes. As I said, I am not easily annoyed, triggered or have my feelings hurt, and i am very excited to interact with new people. Still, i do recommend reading my verses/about/rules pages, if anything, to know what to expect from my portrayal and activity patterns.
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Sycamore; One-shot
Perfect Imperfections
Anonie requested: ❝I know you are busy and I am completely patient so no worries, your writing is awesome! I was going to request perhaps a drabble or so with our dear Professor Sycamore and how a possibly male s/o would get him relax if he has been overworking himself. If not no worries! Have fun with all you do!❞
❥ - Thank you so much for being patient! I hope you like what I wrote.
❥ - Male s/o is suggested but I'll still try to keep it gender-neutral.
❥ - School started again you guys, its my second day back but bless my college Professor for not trying to murder me yet 😂
It was midnight, a time when you were usually with your eyes closed, sound asleep on your comfortable bed. Unfortunately, you got used to sleeping next to another person and now you find it hard to rest if Augustine is not next to you. Knowing you waited for him was one of his only motivations to stop the research he's doing and go to bed. He didn't stick to that schedule for long though and at some point he went back to staying up late to continue reading something about Mega-Evolution. It was no surprise to find him at his desk with his head laying in a book or next to the computer keyboard. You disliked seeing him in such an uncomfortable position, you wished he would relax and at least sleep somewhere more comfortable if not the bedroom. You used to wake him up but then he never went back to sleep, he would grab a cup of coffee, give you a lazy good morning along with a chaste kiss then go back to whatever it was he was doing.
It had become much too frequent for your liking, at times he wouldn't even sleep. He would be awake before you in the mornings and on some occasions it would be no surprise but it was too often for someone who barely gets enough sleep on the average day. You sat down next to him while he looked over new information about the bond between human and Pokemon. He did not acknowledge you until he felt the warmth of your hand wrap around his cold one. He was startled by the temperature difference but all he did was showcase a short smile and gentle squeeze to your hand.
"You're working too much, Augustine," You said while pulling his wheeled chair away from the computer where he was reading. "You know I usually wouldn't question you, but don't you think you might be overworking?" He didn't answer you, probably because he knew you were right.
"I'm going ready a warm shower for you, then you're going to sleep." You got up to do what you said and that's when his hold on your hand tightened.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
"Too late, I've been worried." His grip softened, you took it as a sign of him admitting defeat. "I didn't get into a relationship with you for you to become desk eye-candy."
"I thought you were the eye-candy in this relationship, have you seen how handsome you are?" He looks you up and down causing you to shake your head while giving a hearty laugh.
"I can't believe you have reduced my value to mere 'eye-candy', I'm pained by your words." You placed a hand over your heart to add to your dramatic act. Augustine's lips stretched into a grin that soon turned into laughter that you hadn't heard in too long. You liked it when he smiled, but you loved it when you were the reason.
"(Name)," He sighed. "I'm sorry, mon chéri and thank you for loving me for as long as you have. For enduring me through my irritating habits." You kissed the top of his forehead just below his hairline and replied with a small smile.
"Not to be cheesy but you don't need to thank me or apologize. I'm in love with you, imperfections and all. I'm going to ready that shower for you alright?" Augustine nodded, flabbergasted that someone could love him so much. He thought he had too many flaws for someone to stay with him long-term, he's aware of his habits, and you didn't avoid them or run away from them. You wrapped them in your warm embrace and accepted him as he is, hugging him tighter if he ever felt insecure.
You came back to tell him the water was ready and the temperature was as he liked it. His gaze was different when your eyes met his, it made you a bit flustered. Augustine got up from his chair and was holding your hand in a few long strides.
"Enjoy your shower," You said now that you were at the door that had the sounds of running water coming from behind it.
He did as you told him too and he took his time to relax under the water hitting his body. It had been a while since he thoroughly enjoyed a long shower, he let himself relish the sensation of warm and gentle water droplets roll down his back, his hair, and his face that pleasantly reminded him of your tender hands when they touched his skin or roamed through his hair. His eyes were closed, his brain emptied of research, and all he could think about is how lucky he was to have you to care about him.
He laughed softly under his breath, "I love you so much, (Name)." He was going to tell you this once he got out and he was going to repeat it against your lips once he saw you.
#i AM TIRED OF MYSELF#I AM SO SOFT RIGHT NOW#IM A DAMN WOOLOO#BY NOW#absjsj#pokemon#pokemon x and y#x and y#pokemon x#pokemon y#pokemon professor sycamore#professor sycamore#augustine sycamore#pokemon imagines#oneshot#request
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3x15 Reaction / Commentary
........who died and made her queen? Literally no one finds it weird that the newby from a day ago holds announcements and motivational speeches? And I thought vampires don't like swift changes. Guess that was racist of me.
..................?? Literally who has ever denied the vampires entry? Except maybe the shadowhunters to their Institute and the werewolves to their home-restaurant? So she's basically saying “If anyone doesn't want us in their private homes we'll break and enter!” How is no one calling her out on how stupid that is??
hahaha how long did she work on that line?
........? Why? Because up until this point I was under the impression that the Accords where strictly restricted to governing the border between shadow world and mundanes, keeping them separate and protecting mundanes from demon and downworlder attacks alike.
If you care to remember, the whole mess with helping-save-Luke / not-helping-save-Luke in season 1 happens because Alec says shadowhunters aren't allowed to interfere in downworlder affairs, hence saving Luke would be seen as shadowhunters meddling in downworlder business which isn't a thing shadowhunters are allowed to do. It's why him going to lend Magnus his magic to save Luke was a Big Deal for him, because it was basically breaking the rules. It's why he was so against Jace and Clary helping Luke in the first place, because interfering is – at least the way I understood that! – a breach of the Accords, which grant downworlders the right to govern themselves.
In basically all other situations where there are conflicts between downworlders we don't see shadowhunters interfere: Luke beating Taito-or-however-he-was-called into submission, Camille being put into a coffin in the DuMort's cellar indefinitely for reasons.
I'd even let myself be convinced that these might be exceptions, since those are ritualized thingies where downworlders decide who gets to rule, and so the shadowhunters aren't allowed to interfere even if their respective election systems consist of battle to the death / whoever wants to revolt revolts.
But how do you then explain all the other instances: Simon getting that Glen werewolf guy into a wheelchair and never facing any consequences except Luke scolding him a little, Simon fighting to the death with Quinn which never gets investigated, and don't even get me started on the seelie queen because she does shit however she wants to whoever she wants, kidnapping random werewolves and holding them hostage, putting marks of cains on unsuspecting daylighters, openly siding with Valentine, etc. and no shadowhunter ever cares about any of this! Not to mention that when Jace first encounters Jordan, he clearly recognizes his authority as Praetor and withdraws, indicating that the Praetor are an established and known organisation who deal with downworder affairs, and shadowhunters have to steer clear of them.
Even Kaelie who murdered shadowhunters wasn't sentenced by shadowhunters! She was transfered back to the seelie court after she was captured and the seelie queen dealt with her as she saw fit. To me that simply fortifies that shadowhunters don't govern downworlder-downworlder-relations. If they don't even govern downworlder-shadowhunter-relations.
Besides, if shadowhunters really were supposed to police downworlder-downworlder-relations then please explain to me why the hell it's always treated like an invasion and an insolence if a downworlder dares to come close to the Institute? I mean, shouldn't there be a contact point for them to get in touch with their executive forces? Wtf??
So I guess this is just a random curveball the show throws my way to make this episode's plot work. And really, this is bullshit. I can't accept this. It's one thing to bend and twist portal travel and magic because, whatever, it's magic. But to just 100% turn around their entire frikkin legal system is not something you can just do! No!!
He 100% nicked that horse statue thingy from Magnus's loft to make him feel more at home in his room.
Also, I get that this is a cute parallel with the orange juice, but I also get that this is the show again depriving me of seeing Magnus and Alec actually waking up in bed together and it's NOT OKAY. I just want to finally see Alec “Little Spoon” Lightwood in action, is that too much to ask? Apparently -.-
Also, I have questions. If Alec is just putting on his day clothes.... did he go fetch Magnus's orange juice bare-chested? In his pyjama??? Does he have one with little bows and arrows? I need answers!!!
Rude hahaha, as if living with Magnus was a strenuous, orange-juice-less experience. Kidding, I know he's trying to make living at the Institute palatable to Magnus, quite literally.
I know I wasn't the only one who had severe Pirates of the Caribbean flashbacks at that because after the sneak peek aired I saw a gifset pointing out the parallel XD
Also
MAGNUS'S FACE
Btw I think it's sweet that Alec spouts reassurances none of them buys just to make Magnus feel comfortable. Just like it's sweet that he brings Magnus a glass of orange juice that they both proceed to ignore, and to add insult to injury, Magnus gets himself a new one later. Rude.
Okay, so the runes we see here are the nourishment rune (blue), the sharing rune (green) and of course the stamina rune (yellow).... so shadowhunters know to eat real hard. And also... those two tiny tables are supposed to be enough to sustain all those people? With only drinks? Is this some perfidious game where shadowhunters just get drinks and need to feed themselves with nourishment runes? Barbaric.
Yeah I'm in the mood for pancakes now, too, thanks.
I'd like to repeat my question from last episode: If Sentry Guy wasn't planning for his untimely demise, how the hell did he want to hand over that data chip?
Okay but do you realize how amazing and hilarious that is? Because Izzy just came from the serving counter. If she wanted bacon she could have gotten some. But she didn't. To me this looks like routinely stolen food, maybe even just because it's on Jace's plate. This is something that happens regularly and I love it. Need more sibling-y Jace&Izzy interactions honestly!
Also? Izzy missing the piece of bacon on the first try hahaha <3<3<3
Can we please take a moment to appreciate Magnus's absolutely disgusted face and the fact that he carrys that tray with minimal finger contact? Hilarious.
1) I too was wondering why they didn't just go out for breakfast to avoid this situation, so I'm glad they mention that this option has crossed the protagonists' minds as well.
2) Why do they already have beverages on their trays when the refreshment tables with the glasses are off to the side? Possibly so they don't have to run around stupidly?
!!!!!!!!!What other food events are there??????? I need to know okay!!!
Also, I think we can all agree that Alec isn't in it for the pancakes but to Prove A Point.
Also, quick question: Who the hell mans the serving counter, who cooks, who cleans the dishes, who buys groceries, who--- etc.
You know what I was just wondering? This is a new outfit, right? Has he moved all of his clothes to Alec's room? Or are they still in this apartment? What's Lorenzo gonna do with all that stuff?
And also, do they really expect me to believe Magnus only had this one apartment and literally no other home anywhere? He couldn't have rune!portaled literally anywhere else? He couldn't have stayed with the ever elusive Catarina? Or crashed on Luke's couch since he's not currently using his apartment, being in jail and all? (Though to be fair, we never actually see Luke's apartment so who knows if it even exists? Since they kind of pretend that all werewolves live at the Jade Wolf.) Magnus couldn't have gotten a hotel? I mean he has cash, right? But sure. I'm totally buying that this was the absolutely only option he had.
Izzy is the best and I love her.
So is he supposed to step in as racist, now that Raj is gone? Cuz that'd be unrealistic. I'd buy it if he's miffed that Alec didn't tell him about this, since he's Head of Security and all and could have helped but istg if he reacts badly to Magnus being there I'm gonna flip my shit because Underhill totally ships Malec, okay, why would he react badly?? I'm anxious okay.
“They don't see a lot of warlocks in here.”
HAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG the sass!!!!!
I noticed this in the sneak peek already and honestly, I think the shadowhunters are just angry Magnus is there because he gets to eat fancier stuff than they. I mean, look at him! He even changed the shape of the glass because he's so extra. Love him.
Hahahaha who doesn't want to get a call from jail over breakfast from their father figure. Also I feel like those roles should be reversed XD
I mean, I get it. But thanks, Luke, for not relaying the crucial detail that this was Heidi or at least that Maia is still alive and to contact her for further info since he's in jail, and thus enabling everything that follows. It's not like he told Simon and Maia to drive off with Jordan because he'd handle filling in the Institute on all that happened. Honestly. He's like that one guy in group projects who says he'd do something and then just.. doesn't.
..............................................why
Look I don't have the energy to rage about this but wtf Luke. If you think anyone would buy all those fang marks being caused by one person alone, then why not try to get the actual culprit to be imprisoned? Or at least, idk, investigated after to gain some time? Honestly. It's like he wants to go to jail.
Hahahaha okay this is too good an opportunity to pass up, so please go read the dumb drabble I wrote about this exact situation shortly after 3A aired. It's here.
Btw I wanna see that verdict. Because Luke's prints sure as hell aren't on the corpses, and keep in mind any forensic worth a damn should be able to notice that those people died half a day before Luke was found on the site of the crime. Not to mention that since Luke frequented the Jade Wolf it's not exactly surprising he'd want to check up on all his homies there. Not to mention he has zero motive (since his fallout with the pack is so recent nobody not involved would have noticed). And not to mention that he wouldn't even have had time to kill all those people in the 3 minutes after he arrived at the Jade Wolf and before his surveillance team caught up to him. Just, sigh.
Edit: Wow actually they're gonna find his prints all over the corpses because Luke, in his unending wisdom, touched them all to close their eyes. It's like he learned nothing in How To Not Get Imprisoned For Crimes You Didn't Commit 101.
Great Scene. Very relatable.
Though I gotta say I never got the feeling Maia particularly liked any of her packmates since we always only saw them hating on her for dating a vampire and being general idiots, but I'm gonna ignore that right now. It's easily arguable that their happy pack life together wasn't shown because it wasn't relevant to the plot.
And also.... how did they find the Praetor? Isn't their location top secret? How should I imagine that? Was Jordan lying in the backseat half dead, shouting instructions “Turn left now!! No, not your left, my left! Turn right dammit!!” Wtf.
RIGHT BACK AT YOU IZZY FFS. *sigh* Okayyyyy technically Clary killed him, but Izzy didn't react with all the indignated outrage she displays now and I vividly remember this and I already ranted about this at length after 3x04 aired. I'm so done with her attitude on this.
Since when does Alec accept the “I wasn't in control” excuse? Either you were in control, then you go to jail. Or you weren't, then you go in a holding cell because you're an unpredictable danger. In no scenario do you get a free pass. Wtf.
??????????? You get talked into crossing against a red light, not into a frikkin sadistic hostage-taking, what the actual hell???? Why does Alec buy that???? Is he stupid????
...................................wtf Alec I hoped you'd do better this episode, but apparently not?? I mean, not investigating anything, just taking random person at her word, not even taking the time to talk with Izzy – even worse, showing in front of a third party that he didn't know about the Raphael* thing – and finally, basically him making that offer half-felt like he was trying to get back at Izzy for her keeping secrets from him? Wtf Alec? Wtf?
And also, since the only werewolves left are Luke (currently in jail), Maia (currently missing in action) and Bat (currently at home like the neat little werewolf armcandy that he is) it's really not like Alec is under time pressure to get the vampires who killed all the werewolves behind bars. What's gonna happen if he takes a few hours to investigate properly? There is literally no risk of a war breaking out between werewolves and vampires since there are basically no werewolves left. Wtf Alec, I just robbed you of your already super flimsy excuse for your behavior, so please. Explain yourself.
It's as if he wants to make up for last week's inaction by making super swift decisions. Wtf. If this is not Plot Convenience then I don't know what is.
*I guess Alec stopped holding those weekly downworld cabinet meetings or otherwise he would have noticed that Raphael is missing...... LOL or else maybe they want to tell us less than a week passed since 3x04 which, honestly, I WOULDN'T EVEN BE SURPRISED OKAY
Luke and Clary and Jace are so frikkin stupid. I mean, it's not like they were in this exact same situation in this exact same precinct in season 1 and remembered to turn of the frikkin security cams are you kidding me wtf
Self-fulfilling prophecy, Luke. Well frikkin done. I don't even feel sorry for you.
Actually they kicked you out because they new you didn't prioritize them, but sure. Survivor's guilt. I get it.
Anyway now that Luke is caught on tape talking to non-existent people about werewolves and vampires I guess he'll go to the psych ward instead of the jail, so yay for improvement?
<3
Quick question.... after the cut, to they just awkwardly stand around until someone opens the door again so Jace and Clary can slip out?
WTF Underhill don't make me hate you.
Izzy: “Raphael is not a bad person. He just made a horrible mistake.”
Alec: “He commited a gross violation of the Accords.”
Izzy: “He's trying to turn his life around.”
Alec: “It doesn't change what he did.”
And yet.............. Alec pardoned Heidi....................... and yet..................................... Izzy hates on Jordan...........................................
It's like no one on this show is able to assess situations consistently while disregarding personal relations to the people involved. Really. I don't even really expect it from Izzy because she's too passionate for that. But I sure as hell expected better from Alec. Smh.
.................................................................
What.
What even.
Because doing things by herself worked out so well last time. Because Alec totally acts like his trust in her judgement wasn't shaken by this revelation. Wtf Alec, why do you agree to this. It makes no sense.
?????????? this is not the Aline from 2x15
and that bothers me because 1) why recast her wtf and 2) I think 2x15 Aline looked more approachable and warm and yeah wtf why recast her. So from now on I'm calling this imposter “Aline”. I'm serious. Watch me.
Plot Twist: In German they are dubbed by the same dubbing actress.
Edit: Apparently they recast here because 2x15 Aline wasn't available due to scheduling conflicts which, okay, valid. But I'm still calling the imposter “Aline”. I've commited to it already, okay??
Alec, your arguemnt is still invalid because the only werewolf ready to wage war is standing right in front of you and you said yourself you thought she was dead. Wtf man.
YEAH ALEC AND FOR THAT REASON YOU WAIT BEFORE YOU STRIKE A DEAL WITH SUSPECTS WTF MAN YOU OVERTHINK EVERYTHING BUT IN THIS YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT THREE FRIKKIN MINUTES ARE YOU ACTUALLY KIDDING ME--
I'm exasperated, in case you can't tell. Mainly because Alec assuming Maia is dead makes no sense whatsoever. She wasn't among the dead, so why would he assume she's dead instead of escaped? Why didn't he try to track her? Why didn't he try to call her himself? Why didn't they call ahead?!* So many questions, all answered with two words: Plot Convenience.
*Oh right, because they trusted Luke to tell the Institute everything. But my point still stands. This miscommunication is ridiculous.
Also, can we talk about the pacing? In the time Simon needs to drive his and Maia's ass over to the Institute, Heidi walks in, Alec draws up an amnesty and organizes a mission, they go to the DuMort, secure all the vamps, and bring them back into the Institute. Just how slow was Simon driving? Makes no sense. Wtf.
Uh-huh. Sure, Head of Security, why would you need to know that. Also, who made those keys? Are they lying around somewhere in a spare drawer? So many questions.
Good save, man. I can accept that. Seems he's trying to do his job.
But still. The way he half-whispered insolently during that mission briefing strikes me as really not fitting his character. He calls Alec “Sir” dammit. As if he'd stoop to such cheap bitchy behavior, especially when it stands to reason that the shadowhunter he was whispering to doesn't respect Alec like Underhill does because, y'know, gay and dating a downworlder and the general tendency of shadowhunters to be biased and racist.
LOL I guess the first thing I can really appreciate about this episode is that they make an effort to bring back stuff from the past season???
Aha. Looks like someone felt the need to change.
Clary: “He somehow got it in that twisted head of his that I'm gonna help him find it.”
........did I miss that part? Because I sure don't recall it.
Well, Simon, then I hope you have a degree in psychology and don't ask any leading questions that make her useless as a witness. Also, be sure to carry your plan out while Alec isn't present so your story will be more credible and Alec won't think you encanto-ed her so she says what you need her to say to get Heidi behind bars. Since, you know, you and Maia are totally neutral when it comes to this investigation. It's always a great idea to conduct investigations yourself when you're completely unbiased and absolutely not involved in any way, with no personal stakes in the matter. SIGH.
This.... was actually unexpected. See, this is why I like Heidi as a villain. She is smart and she knows how to cover her tracks. And that whole plan to stir up werewolves and vampires against each other was expertedly executed (even if her defense in front of Izzy and Alec was a little weak and Griffin could have acted a little less stupid).
Hahahahaha Magnus. Tbh though, Alec knew Underhill would be in charge of setting Magnus up with a key, and the long amount he thought about what the hell Magnus meant makes me think he doesn't really think handsome = Underhill. Surely not after that haircut amiright ok sorry sorry I'm shutting up. Underhill is a handsome guy.
Ugh. Okay, honestly I don't want to do this. I want to say this was a cute scene and move on. But I just can't move past Alec's apology. Why the hell does he apologise? He did nothing wrong? It's his typical my-opinion-doesn't-count,-whatever-the-person-I-love-says-must-be-right-and-I-am-wrong spiel and I hate it. It would have been something else entirely if he'd said “I didn't know this bothered you so much, I won't do that again in the future if it's a problem to you.” Finding a compromise while recognizing that talking about his issues is his right, since Magnus didn't ask him to keep quiet about it. No matter how good he knows Underhill – and I agree with Magnus on that one, it was strange for Alec to talk about his problems with someone he barely knows, but at the time it was, oh surprise, Plot Convienience to bait some cheating angst – it was his right and with his apology
he basically asserts that it wasn't. Because of some misguided jealousy from Magnus. Magnus should protest this immediately but he doesn’t, he just lets it sit there and just..... argh!
Also another thing, since I saw some people getting worked up over it: Yes, I read the scene earlier in the way that Alec didn't realize Magnus was talking about Underhill because he finds him so super hot, but because context reasons. Still, even if he did find Underhill attractive... that's not a problem? It's part of interacting with someone and looking at their face while talking to them and by the way realizing “Wow, this person isn't fugly.” If he spent all his days oogling Underhill that would be something else entirely, but he obviously doesn't. So, even if his conclusion was “Handsome? Must be Underhill!” that wouldn't make him a bad person. We all know he only has eyes for Magnus.
*sigh* I'm a weak woman, okay, this placates me a little.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I C A N ' T
The fact that he thinks he needs to clarify!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Amazing.
I have so many questions. If she wakes up, will she hold her breath again? I honestly expected her to be dead after Heidi's order, but apparently encanto only takes hold of the person's actions while they are conscious. So this leads me to the question why the f Nora is in a coma instead of simply unconscious, since if your brain doesn't get oxygen you slip into unconsciousness, not coma wtf.
...............by? The shadowhunters on washing machine handling duty?? So many questions.
.........or just do it right away. Why wait?
!!!!!!!!!YES at least someone has common sense left this episode. It physically pains me that this person is Jonathan. Wtf, show.
1) Soooooo why is his magic suddenly blue again? Though it's slightly tinted so I guess one could argue that this is Magnus trying to cover up the ugly Lorenzo-color.
2) Did the nurse really let them all in? Are they using glamors? I need answers.
3) Won't this place be swarming with doctors as soon as she wakes up?
“This is Maia. If you're hearing this, it's because my phone's battery sucks.”
Hahaha, I approve.
Lol this is the other reason I like Heidi as a villain, she's cheeky.
That.......... WAS UNEXPECTED OH MY GOD WOOOW I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING!!! Color me impressed!!! And from Maia no less, who's always throw fists first, think straight later!!!
But..... while we saw where she got that syringe from I can't help but wonder where the hell she got that Holy Water from? Also how the hell did Simon, Magnus and Alec know in which back alley exactly she was hiding?? Guess we'll never know.
Soooooo whenever she stares into the flames she gets a Jonathan-possession-episode???? Okay??????? Why??????????????????
But anyway, the solution to their predicament seems clear: Just keep her away from fire. Then again they're shadowhunters, so compulsively lighting candles is a thing, so I see where this might get difficult.
You know, this scene would probabley even touch me emotionally if I wasn't busy muttering wtf under my breath because I'm still not over how they completely screwed over the Accords. With the way things were back in 3x04 what Izzy did in banishing Raphael was nothing more than an exceedance of competence. (Yes, Raphael deserves punishment for what he did, but not. from. Izzy.) And now suddenly it's a law-breaking act of compassion? Wtf, no, doesn't compute.
Also, as Bohemian pointed out: why the hell is Raphael's Dramatic Pre Jail Scene with Izzy instead of, idk, Magnus who's like a father to him and also at the Institute in this very moment?? Why do those two don't get any screen-time together when their relationship is more profound than, sorry, anything between Izzy and Raphael?? Tbh reducing Raphael to a pining mess who's only thinking about Izzy makes him feel real two-dimensional to me and he deserves wayyy better than that.
...................you know what? No!! Too late!! I've mentioned it in a past reaction post (from 3A I think) that I would have loved for this to be the reason they break up: Maia's okay-ness with ending a conflict through violence and Simon's relative patriotism. And even though this scene was everything I hoped for in this regard it still leaves a stale taste in my mouth because it's come too frakkin late. They are already broken up and their break up scene wasn't up to par. And why wasn't this their break up scene? Because if they'd been together up until now we couldn't have gotten the Jordan/Maia cuddling. Ugh.
Also this
would have certainly packed more of a punch if it came from someone who was consistently opinionated that way and wasn't randomly stricken by “I don't give a damn who gets injured, I have a gig to get to” moods (and yeah, I'm still not forgiving that, Simon).
Ohhhh no Magnus, stay away from that carpet, bad things will happen here, didn't you see the sneak peek????
WOW I am impressed, this is more than I expected so I'm really happy about this, especially since we all know how Magnus “It's all in the past” Bane normally deals with conflicts. You can see how much it costs him to get over himself and say this, and I love it.
(What I don’t love is that Alec immediately glosses over this and barely even registers it but, whatever, that’s not Magnus's fault. He did what he should have done, and I’m happy about it.)
“Having an outsider live at the Institute, that is against protocol. And how can I expect everyone else to follow the rules if I don't follow them myself?”
I mean, I don't really think Maia would have refrained from her little murder plot if Magnus had spend the night at a hotel instead of in Alec's bed, but I recognize Alec at least attempting to be true to his rule-abiding, authority-acknowledging character for five seconds. So I'm somewhat semi-..... uh, quarter-proud of him.
Awwwww and Underhill just worked the whole day to get him settled in, the poor guy.
AGAIN WOW you can see how much courage it costs him to ask this after last half-season's moving-in-talk went so smoothly!!! I love it!!!
I LOVE IT!!!
I HATE IT!!!
Yeah wow, I really hate it. Why can't they be happy for two seconds istg!!!!!
Btw I'm ordering you to read Matt's live tweets because they are therapeutic, okay.
(Bacon Gif Source)
#shadowhunters#3x15#alec lightwood#magnus bane#isabelle lightwood#jace wayland#clary fray#luke garroway#maia roberts#simon lewis#raphael santiago#jonathan morgenstern#underhill#aline penhallow#should i tag plot convenience as a character too?#i mean it certainly holds as much influence as an actual character so#why not#here we go#plot convenience#reaction
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Mini drabble prompt Klaus being under anaesthesia HEAVILY flirts with his doctor, who happens to be caroline
Oooh love it….thank youluv! What is it with me not understanding the concept of a mini-drabble hehe.This is longer than expected, hope you like it!
Love Potion Number Nine
Klaus…..
“Well hello there, who areyou love?” Klaus asked, pairing his question with a low growl of approval. Hewas pretty sure he was horizontal and minimally clothed but that was about it.The room was dimly lit and decidedly blurry for whatever reason but he couldn’tmistake the beautiful blonde looking curiously into his eyes.
She didn’t respond, justrested her palm on his face and held his drooping eye open. “No need to beshy, you’re extremely attractive, sweetheart.”
It was obvious she wantedhim by the way she was touching him so intimately, Klaus wasn’t surprised givenhis impressive prowess with women. “Can’t help yourself huh? I know I’mirresistible.”
Even in his drowsy statehe noted a slight roll of those expressive blue eyes before she shone a brightlight into his right eye. Was she taking photos of him?
“Kinky,” he chuckled asanother flash of light entered his left eye. If this was the way she wanted toplay it then Klaus was up for the challenge.
“His vitals are fine,” shefinally spoke, his pupils recovering from the shock and beginning to dilate,desperate to get another look at her.
“Are you sure?” He asked,thinking that the stirring down below wasn’t fine and needed a littlecare. “Between you and me, I have an itch that needs to be scratched if youknow what I mean…”
“Nurse,” she barked, notbothering to return his gaze or his comment. “Get lover boy up torecovery, there’s only so much crap I can deal with during a nineteen hourshift.”
Caroline…
He wasn’t the firstpatient to hit on her, before or after surgery, but he was certainly the mostattractive. The fact he could make the drab, hospital gown look sexy was nomean feat. That accent was a whole other story.
She perused his chart, forofficial purposes of course, each tiny detail of information standing out morethan usual.
Niklaus Mikaelson.
Male.
Thirty-three.
Single.
The last detail wasn’toverly difficult to digest. Although, she was fairly certain his relationshipstatus had something to do with those woeful lines he was giving her, even if he was under anaesthesia.
“How’s Mr Sexy Appendix?”Kat asked, surprising her so much she dropped his chart on the floor. Theclattering noise echoing throughout the corridor.
“He’s actually now withoutappendix,” she muttered. “Why do you insist on naming all the patientsanyway?”
“It’s the only thing thatwill get me through this never ending shift,” she drawled. They werefourth year surgical interns at Northwestern Memorial and even though it wasroutine, the long shifts were the worst part. “And I’ve never seen a guy rock asurgical gown like that.” Caroline felt her cheeks flush knowing she’d had theexact same thoughts earlier. “Although, I did notice his brother in thatsuit in the waiting room so it’s obviously hereditary.”
Caroline shouldn’t havebeen surprised given Kat’s penchant for gossip but how in the hell she’dgathered so much information while tending to patients in the ER was trulyimpressive.
“Forbes! Pierce!” She knewthat sound all too well. In fact it was the second English accent she’d beenexposed to all night. She turned around knowing that theirResident Enzo hadn’t had nearly enough caffeine today. “Why is it thatevery time I turn around you two are gossiping like you’re at a mother’smeeting?”
“Mother’s meeting?”Katherine exclaimed, unable to help herself. “I’ll have you know that I moisturise four times aday, my skin is as smooth as a baby’s butt…”
“Oh spare me, Pierce,”their supervisor scoffed. “The day I care about your skincare routine isthe day the world ends. Forbes, we need to talk about your patient.” He waswalking away as he said it, Caroline giving her friend a brief shrug beforerushing to catch up with his long strides.
“Do you mean Mr Sex…”she trailed off noting his slightly amused expression, inwardly cursing Kat forputting that name in her head. “I mean Mr Mikaelson?”
“Yes, how’s hisprognosis?”
“Besides hitting on me inpost-op, his vitals are normal and is going to make a full recovery,” she joked, hoping to lighten his stormy mood.
“My brother-in-law neverfails to disappoint.” She felt her heart stop, a myriad of thoughts explodingin her mind. The biggest one being that her patient was also her supervisor’sbrother-in-law and she had no idea how to handle it or the fact she’d just insultedhim. “Let’s check up on the cranky bastard, shall we?”
Klaus…
“Tell me more about those psychedelic,pink dinousaurs, Nik,” his brother Kol teased from next to his bed. He chose thatmoment to use every ounce of available strength to push him off the chair by surprise.
“Hey!” He grumbled fromthe floor. At least something good had happened today after all.
Klaus didn’t do surgery,in fact he remembered insisting they take him home the night before. Klausfigured he could live with his siblings, so a ruptured appendix was nothing.They thought differently. He didn’t remember much atall, except a stunning blonde standing over him. He couldn’t recall theconversation but those blue eyes were burned into his soul.
“I specifically rememberasking you to take me home?”
“Excuse us for letting youlive, Niklaus,” Elijah muttered, still immaculate even after hours holed up in the hospital waiting room.
“Especially given we wantto kill you most days,” Rebekah added, not bothering to lift her gaze as shefiled her nails in the corner. “My husband may choose to spend his days in this‘godforsaken place’ as you like to call it, but there are many other things I’drather be doing than babysit your grumpy ass.”
“Nice to see we’re allplaying nice as usual children,” Enzo interrupted, Caroline following behind meekly. Klausnoted that given the look on her face, she was wishing she was anywhere butthere right now.
“This is Caroline Forbes,my surgical intern. “She tells me surgery went well, although given you’restill alive Niklaus, I beg to differ from that assessment.”
“Haven’t you heard ofbedside manner, Lorenzo?” Klaus mumbled, trying to be his snappy self butgrowing decidedly off balance by the beauty from his dream who was now at his bedside and watching him intently.
“What are you waiting for, Forbes?” Enzo ordered, breaking the tense gaze between them. Klaus watched asshe fumbled slightly before removing the stethoscope from around that creamy,delectable neck.
“I need to check yourheart rate,” she explained. Klaus was fairly certain it had skyrocketed in thepast two minutes. How someone could look so beautiful dressed in scrubs withher blonde hair piled onto her head was a mystery. He decided to put it down tothe fact that shade of blue brought out those eyes.
He stilled, unsure of howto act in this situation. He mostly resented doctors who insisted on examininghim closely but for once he wasn’t complaining. Before he knew it, her warmhands were making their way into the open side of his unflattering gown. He felt theheat rush through him from her simple touch coursing through his body including down to his burgeoning arousal. Luckily the blankets were covering himotherwise this would be bloody embarrassing given his siblings were allwatching on in unusual interest.
He shivered, feeling the cool touch ofthe stethoscope on his back, glad to have some relief from the heat. “Breathe,”she murmured, her breath ticking the stray curl at the back of his neck andsuddenly he was more aroused than ever.
He closed his eyes,determined not to show his real emotions to his nosy siblings, wishing it wasjust them. Not only because he wanted to rip off those scrubs but because he wanted to know just who Caroline Forbes was.
The examination was oversooner than he expected and Klaus had to admit he felt immediately cold without her touch. It was sometime during the night when he noticed a sliver of light filter through the room and her lithe figure creep inside. He watched her silently, his eyes following her path to the chart at the end of his bed. The small amount of light catching her adorable expression as she chewed her bottom lip while reading it intently.
“I didn’t think I was that interesting,” she froze, obviously surprised by his comment in the darkened room.
“I’m just adding some notes,” she said, managing to regain her composure although he could make out her cheeks were slightly flushed.
“Oh really?”
“Yes, I think it’s important the other doctors know you have a tendency to flirt shamelessly, even under anaesthesia.”
Suddenly he felt bad and slightly embarrassed. What in the hell had he said? No wonder things had been weird before. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” The silence was thick as he waited impatiently for her reply.
“It would take a lot to make me uncomfortable, you’re just lucky I didn’t punch you out.” He found himself smiling unable to control the goofy grin on his face.
“What stopped you?”
“I figured my license to practice medicine was more important than messing up that pretty face.”
“You think I have a pretty face?”
“In this amount of darkness anything is pretty, Mr Miikaelson,” she uttered, obviously trying to cover for her slip before placing the clipboard back in place. “And you really need to get some rest before they discharge you in the morning.”
“I assume bedtime stories aren’t on offer then?”
“Not if you want to keep that pretty face intact.”
He was restless the rest of thatnight, mostly because the on-duty nurse told him she’d left. When Rebekah cameto get him she still hadn’t returned and his desperation had reached new heights.
He found the chart at the end of his bed, the one he noticed she perused quite frequently. Scribbling his mobile number on the blank space he knew it was a long shot but he needed to see her again.
Caroline…
She’d been restless, Caroline put it down to her erratic working schedule but given the insomnia persisted she had to admit it was something else. Or someone else.
People had different reactions under anaesthesia, she knew that, and could forgive him his rather blatant attempts to seduce her post-op but after she’d spoken with him, Caroline was confused. He was a flirt for sure but there was also an underlying sense of insecurity.
Her phone buzzed, Caroline noting Kat’s familiar head shot.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m watching TV.”
“BORING….Come meet me at Hellenic.” Caroline could just imagine her pouting as she wrote it.
“But I’m so comfy.”
“Get out of those dreaded sweats and into that little, black number and come for a drink.” Caroline groaned knowing she would continue to message if she said no.
She threw off the blanket and headed towards the shower. Fast forward ninety minutes and she was teetering on her highest heels upon entering the newest bar in town. She searched the room for Kat, her eyes falling onto a very familiar ex-patient. He raised his glass in her direction and she knew she’d been had.
Making her way towards him at the bar, the exaggerated sway of her hips not on purpose at all, she gave him a pensive look complete with raised eyebrows.
“You’re resorting to imitating my friends to get a date now?” He smiled, those rogue dimples disarming her slightly.
“I left my number on my patient chart but turns out your friend found it instead. I needed to see you.”
“And what was so urgent? I’m not going to sleep with you after an operation or now,” she shot back, thinking it wouldn’t be an altogether bad experience.
“Ouch,” he groaned. “Way to shut a guy down but lucky I’m persistent. Katherine told me you’d been hurt before. Funnily enough we share a few similarities.”
“Oh really?”
“Really,” he smiled tentatively. “Take a chance, Caroline.” Maybe it was his earnest gaze or the way her name sounded rolling off his tongue but she couldn’t resist, taking a seat.
Fast forward three months and Caroline and her former patient were closer than ever. Their first meeting story was always a highlight for their friends and Katherine liked to take credit for their union. She’d also managed to snag his elder, suit-clad brother in the process.
The only awkward part was Enzo. She tasked Klaus with the responsibility of breaking it to his brother-in-law and her supervisor unsure of just how he’d take it. Hopefully well given she was falling in love with Mr Sexy Appendix every day.
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Two Strangers : Doubts
Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings)
Pairing: Ivar/Reader
Warnings: N/A
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.
A/N: More Modern!Ivar, because he is clearly a hit ;)
Two Strangers Master List
Across the room your iPad dinged, telling you that there was a new video call waiting to be answered. Without looking at the person sending the request, you knew straight away that it would be Ivar. Sure enough, on the other side of the screen his smile met you – making your stomach flutter and your heart grow tight. You hadn’t seen Ivar, in person, in three months but the constant video calls and communication were almost enough to make up for the absence.
“Miss me, yet?” You asked settling in on your couch. You may as well get comfortable now, this was going to take a while. Not that you minded, the marathon video chats with Ivar were the best part of your week.
“Always do, Gorgeous,” Ivar spoke, smiling like a fool. You watched as he shifted around, recognizing the room he was in as the living room. Behind him the soft brown leather couch gave the perfect back drop. “Did you miss me?”
“Of course,” You smile with your reply.
Missing Ivar was the precise reason you had asked him to move this chat to today, instead of later in the week like you had originally planned. You would get to that, all in due time, but for now you simply wanted to enjoy the idle chit chat that came with every video call. They were all the same, you’d tell other how much you’d been missing them, ask about their day, tell about yours, and then whatever else needed to be said would come into play.
“How was your day?” Ivar asked, lifting a blue towel from around his neck and running it over his hair. You hadn’t noticed it before now, but his hair was damp and his bare shoulders were staring you down. He was looking much tighter and better built than you remembered.
Distracted by the innocent, as if, action, you blinked rapidly bringing yourself back to the conversation. Damn Ivar, he was such a tease.
“My day has barely begun,” You speak clearly, glancing up to the window in your living room. The mid-morning sun is streaming through, making the lazy Sunday the almost perfect day.
To be a proper perfect day, Ivar would have to be there in person. For now, this was good enough.
“Did you make it to kick-boxing this morning?” Ivar inquired knowing that you had been talking about going.
Crinkling your nose, you smile sheepishly. “I ended up sleeping in, but it was worth it.” Your alarm had gone off and instead of dragging yourself out of bed and to the gym, you’d been happy to silence the alarm and roll over. One week wouldn’t hurt. “Did you make it to the gym today?”
Ivar slowly nodded, rolling his eyes. “Ubbe had me awake at 5 to go.”
Ivar was content to tag along, after all being active was one of the best things for him, the fact his brother constantly turned their trips to the gym into some sort of competition heightened Ivar’s desire to go. His physio therapist had recently commented on how the frequent trips were paying off in more ways than Ivar could have imagined.
Flexing his left arm on the other side of the screen, he winked and made what you assumed to be a sexy pout.
“Hey babe.” He lowered his voice, mocking the typical American Muscle Head. “Which way to the beach?”
“You’re terrible,” You giggle at the antics. “But seriously, you feel okay? No over doing it I hope?”
“I feel great,” He half lied, after this Ivar was going to have a date with his bed. The physical part of his morning had left him beat. “Hvitserk and Sig came too, we played basketball.” He beamed proudly. Having to play in a wheel chair would give most people a disadvantage, especially when their opponents were all 6 feet and over. Ivar on the other hand had something his brothers didn’t - great aim. “Sig and I won.”
“So, when is the NBA calling?” You engaged.
Ivar rolled his eyes and smirked, “I already turned them away. They’re not ready for all of this.” He teased,
“Well, when they call, don’t forget about us little people?”
Sighing, Ivar smiled softly. “Forget you? Not happening, in fact,” He paused biting his bottom lip. “I was wondering, when are you coming back to see me?”
About to tell Ivar that you had been thinking about your next visit, you paused hearing someone talking in the background on his end. Ubbe was casually yelling for Ivar, his tone softening and Ivar’s attention leaving the screen. Listening to the brothers, you waited for a lull in their conversation – Ubbe was going out and there was a possibility he wouldn’t be back for the night. Ivar was nodding, agreeing, and assuring his brother that things would be fine – before calling out to Ubbe.
Ivar’s video began to spin and you were face to face with Ubbe. “When are you coming back to see me?” He parroted his baby brother’s question. “It’d be nice to have a prettier face than Ivar’s around here.” Ubbe winked.
“Well,” You purse your lips together, “I was thinking that maybe Ivar should come visit me this time?”
Ubbe’s eyebrows shot up, his blue eyes wide, and his beard hiding the smirk on his face. “That’s a great idea, but then I miss out.” He teased.
“You have Margrethe,” You shot back. Remembering the details Ivar had given you on Ubbe’s new girlfriend, the waitress from across town. You had saw photos and she looked very much like the type of girl you would have hand picked for Ubbe. “You don’t need me hanging around.”
“I don’t know,” Ubbe drawled out the words, “Ivar’s not much of a traveler.”
“What? What is she saying? Ubbe!” Ivar was frantic in the background, growling at his brother. Ubbe moved quickly to dodge a slap in the back of the knees. “Ubbe!” He was practically shouting. “Give that back!”
“Do you think you’d even want him? He’s a shit roommate.” Ubbe continued to torment you and his brother. “At least here, if you get bored with him there are three other brothers to pick from.”
“Ubbe you dick,” Ivar continued to rage, annoyed in the background.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ubbe.” You play into his torment, “If I get bored with Ivar, you’d be my last choice.” You laugh and wink.
“You just keep breaking my heart,” Ubbe placed his hand over his chest. “Here, I’ll give you back before Ivar has a tantrum.”
Another blurry screen, a thump, and Ubbe shouting happen before Ivar’s pouting and innocent eyes reappear. Sighing heavily, he settles in and clears his throat. His hair is starting to dry and curl on the ends, you want so much to run your fingers through it. To stroke his cheek and reassure him that you and Ubbe were only teasing him.
“Ivar,” Your voice is even and sweet. You fight the urge to stroke the screen, gently connecting the freckles on his left cheek with your finger tip. “You know we were being dicks.”
“I know.” He grumbled, his eyes a dark blue and his frown making his lips look even more inviting.
Logically, Ivar knew that you would never cast him aside for one of his brothers. At least he hoped you would never cast him aside for one of his brothers. Ivar had always hated having to share, mostly because his brothers would take his things and never let him have them again. Childhood toys were one thing, but a woman was another. Ubbe had crossed a line in his comments and Ivar had gained his revenge. Now Ubbe was heading out on a date, his arm sporting a new bruise, and his shins beat from Ivar’s crutch.
“What I wasn’t teasing about, was you coming to visit me.” You continue to smile at him. “I mean, if you want to.”
You’d love to have another chance at visiting Ivar at home, but this time, having him come to you felt right. You knew his family and his friends, it was time that Ivar got to experience that on your side. You could show him all of your favourite spots and sights, take him around town and show him off.
A vacation from home and his brothers wouldn’t be that bad, getting to spend time with you would be amazing. There were a few tiny details which kept Ivar from jumping on a plane this very moment. His heart clenched and his stomach twisted. He shouldn’t be so nervous.
“A…are…Are you sure?” Ivar’s question was barely above a whisper.
“Of course, I am, silly.” You encourage. “Ivar, I want you to come and see where I’m from. I want you to meet my family and friends, to show you around like you did for me.”
“But what…never mind.” Ivar sighed heavily, a low growl resting in his throat.
“Ivar.” You hardened your gaze. “What’s wrong?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Ivar idly chewed his bottom lip, trying to find a way to voice his concerns. “What if I come to visit and your family hates me? I mean, do they know?”
“Know what?”
You could understand his concerns, because you’d had the same ones when meeting his family.
“About me.” His eyes locked on your through the screen. A shiver ran through you.
“Of course they do! No, I’ve been seeing you for almost nine months and decided it wasn’t important.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Yes, Ivar. They know about you and I.”
Shaking his head, Ivar spoke. “Not about us, I mean about me. Do your friends and family know that you’re dating a guy whose legs don’t work, who you met on a plane?”
“Ivar!” You loudly scold him. “Don’t be like that, what is this about? Are you mad because Ubbe and I were teasing you? If you are then I’m sorry. If you’re not feeling well, then we can discuss this later.” You huff at him. “I hate when you talk that way, you know it. Ivar, I love you for you. Legs or not.”
“So they don’t know?”
“They know,” You answer with a deadpan stare.
You’d told your best friend about Ivar almost immediately after hanging out together in Paris. When you realized the photos that you’d taken with Ivar were mostly selfies or waist up, you had told her everything. How he had sat by you on the plane. How he’d really managed to make you like him with that stupid wagon joke. Even how he never let crutches and braces slow him down. After meeting Sigurd, you’d even had the odd idea about setting the two of them up. Once Ivar met her, you may go through with it.
Your mother had spoke to Ivar on the phone and briefly on a video call one morning. She had been elated, commenting on his manners and not to mention looks. Knowing that she wanted the best for you, while having dinner one evening you had told her everything about Ivar. About his brothers, his parents, even his legs. Her only reply had been to ask when she got to meet him.
“And you know what, babe, they don’t care.” You continue, not without noticing the doubt on Ivar’s face. “You make me happy. My friends and family will respect that. My mom can’t wait to meet you.” You smile sweetly. “And I can’t wait to have you here.”
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Hold Me Closer [Spideypool Drabble]
Anonymous said: If you still want prompts: Peter frequently has dreams or nightmares about Wade. I'm a-ok with whatever route you decide to go with this! Angst, smut, crack, etc.
Because of reasons, I decided to make this a sequel to Hold Me Close where Peter is so exhausted and he just needs Wade cuddles.
It had been a month since Peter had fallen asleep on a surprisingly quiet and comforting Wade Wilson when he’d been too exhausted to fight his feelings for the mercenary and too touch starved to resist his warm hug.
He should have woken up the next morning stiff and aching from both his overexertion and from using Wade as a mattress, it certainly didn’t help that they’d fallen asleep in their spandex suits, and he was to a degree. But he was also relaxed, refreshed, and too cozy to tear himself out of Wade’s arms. He’d ended up sliding off Wade slightly during the night and was tucked neatly between the back of the couch and Wade’s sleeping body. Half his body was still on Wade, an arm over his chest, leg wrapped around his waist, and Wade’s shoulder acting as a pillow for Peter’s head. It was the best night’s sleep Peter had gotten in what felt like months.
“Morning sunshine!” Wade beamed down at him when he realized Peter was awake and awkwardly debating how he was going to remove himself from Wade’s body without waking him. Not that Peter wanted to move but his classes wouldn’t come to him and skipping was never an option.
Peter grumbled, burying his face into Wade’s neck as a last attempt to forget the real world existed.
“If that isn’t the best feeling in the world - and I’ve had maple syrup poured over me like a true Canadian.”
Now that, that was an imagine Peter hadn’t expected so early in the morning. Nor did he ever think of maple syrup as something sexy but here he was. Wade had a knack of making Peter’s perspective change on a multitude of things. Right now it had less to do with wearing tights and fighting crime and more to do with licking syrup off his muscular body.
“Okay! Gotta go!” Peter untangled himself from Wade rather poorly and almost fell off the back of the couch. Instead he gracefully flipped over it and landed on his feet. He was a little light headed from rising so fast but it was better than an obvious bulge pressing against Wade’s thigh through their suits that didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Wade didn’t look all that surprised when Peter finally looked down at him, he was simply watching him with what could have been concern. Suddenly, he wanted Wade to take off his mask so he could look him in the eyes. Peter had only seen Wade’s face a handful of times, and usually it was only because Wade’s mask had been damaged. He wasn’t scared or put off by his skin like Wade assumed everyone was, not that Wade had many instances of being wrong. People shied away from what Wade described as his “ground up meatball face” and Peter could never stop the anger that churned in his stomach whenever it happened. He should tell him that he doesn’t mind his face, that he’s actually attracted to his face and thinks he’s handsome. Wade shouldn’t be ashamed of his skin.
But Peter was rested and self-conscious once again.
“I um… gotta get dressed and ready for class.”
Wade saluted him, “Just don’t forget to catch some Z’s along with those bad guys, Pete.”
Peter watched as Wade pulled himself off the couch and stretched his limbs which must have been sore after supporting Peter all night long. “You’re- this was-” He took a breath and ran a gloved hand through his hair. “Thank you. For this. I needed it.”
“Don’t sweat it. Number one fan, remember? Can’t let you be off your game. If you need another cuddle, let me know.”
The pang in his chest that accompanied Wade’s words and watching him crawl out his window wasn’t expected. Was that all this was? Helping Peter stay on his game? Wade offered Peter some comfort out of superhero obligation and that’s it. He stared out the open window and realized how unusually quiet Wade had been last night. No banter, minimal flirting. He hadn’t noticed because of how tired he was.
All of the peace drained out of him and Peter found himself dragging his feet for the rest of the day.
….
“Did you think I had feelings for you, Petey? Did I like like you? What are you, back in high school? I’m Deadpool, I get more ass than I should have any right to. You’re a scrawny wannabe superhero. Who would want you clinging to them?”
Peter jumped and nearly fell out of his seat, startling the people directly around him but thankfully not his professor who was still mid-lecture at the front of the class. The only plus side of having classes with nearly a hundred students. Courses like this made Peter wish he’d gone to a university with a smaller campus, fewer students per class. But Peter had never fallen asleep in class before and today the large class size was a blessing.
He felt his eyelids droop as he desperately tried to pay attention and copy down the newest equations on the board. Why did he have to feel this tired after such a good sleep? What if he’d been able to sleep just that little bit longer? Maybe if they had slept in, Wade wouldn’t have had time to break Peter’s heart.
Peter snapped his pencil in two, alarming even more people along with himself. He gave them a shy, apologetic smile and tucked his broken pencil into his bag before fishing for a new one.
Heartbroken? That was ridiculous. Peter couldn’t have his heart broken if he was never in love. Hopes dashed? The hope of a relationship or reciprocated feelings? That was more like it. Much more accurate. Now all he had to do was stop his heart from pounding against his ribcage and he’d be able to calm down.
The rest of the day was as much of a write-off as his Statistics course. At least, for once, patrol was uneventful and Peter was able to work on a couple assignments he was falling behind on. He called it a night around ten when not a single criminal made an appearance, thanking Manhattan for being peaceful and giving him an early night.
His bed wasn’t nearly as comfortable as he remembered it being when he face-planted into it. He wondered if the couch still smelled like spices, gunpowder and generic soap. Even the possibility of a normal couch smell was depressing enough for Peter to stay where he was.
The closer to sleep Peter got, the more the memory of Wade’s scent shifted into a horrible smell of blood and sweat and the sounds of gunshots filled his head. He was standing in the middle of a warehouse watching the spray of bullets and the blood splashing on the floor. Peter knew Wade was invincible, he could regenerate from anything, he’s lost his head more than a few times. It didn’t stop the horrible gut-wrenching feeling from swallowing Peter whole when Wade collapsed on the ground.
Peter rushed to Wade’s side, nearly retching at the amount of holes in Wade’s body. His Deadpool outfit was in tatters, he could see straight through Wade’s head in a couple places. This was the worst thing Peter had ever seen.
“Wade! Come on, regenerate. I’ve got you and the bad guys are-” Peter scanned the warehouse but it was empty, not a single person or gun in sight. “They’re all gone. You’ve got to regenerate.”
“Can’t do it, baby boy.”
Peter’s heart beat faster like it did every time Wade used that petname. “What do you mean?”
“No healing factor. Game over.”
That wasn’t possible. “What?”
“It’s all over, baby boy. They sunk my battleship.”
“No,” Peter shook his head and grabbed what was left of Wade’s hand. “You’re being an ass like you always are and trying to scare me. You’ll be fine.”
“Believe that if it makes you feel better. I’ll miss you.”
“I thought…” Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, “I thought you didn’t like me.”
“Who really knows,” Wade shrugged and then he was gone. Peter was left all alone in a pool of blood.
“Wade?” Peter stood immediately and searched the warehouse. No one was there. “Wade come back! You can’t leave! Wade don’t-”
Hands shook his shoulders and Peter screamed as he woke up, covered in sweat in his own bed. His heart was racing and a body was hovering over him but when he tried to scramble backwards, the hands on his shoulders gripped him tighter.
“You’re safe, it’s just me.”
His body reacted to the voice immediately, his shoulders relaxing and his head hitting the pillow as he stopped struggling. Peter exhaled loudly as he tried to get himself under control. “Holy crap, Wade. I thought…”
Did he really think Wade died? Or was he panicked because Wade left him?
“I gotcha. Make some room, your boy ain’t as slim as you, baby.”
The grin under Wade’s mask did a lot to calm him down as he scooting over to let Wade lay down on the bed next to him. Wade kept a hand on Peter’s arm but it wasn’t enough contact. Peter rolled over, curling against Wade’s side and breathing deeply. He let out a shaky breath and pressed his face into Wade’s shoulder.
“Some nightmare. My worst one had me drowning in a pool of pancakes. Not even syrup, Petey. How cruel is that? Kill a man with pancakes and not even give him the courtesy of maple syrup. I thought-”
“I thought you died,” Peter whispered, digging his fingers into the front of Deadpool’s suit.
“Can’t do that.”
“I know.”
They were silent for a moment before Wade started to move away and Peter gripped tighter, whining at the feeling.
“Ain’t going anywhere, baby boy,” Wade was telling the truth. He was turning onto his side so he could look Peter in the eye. Though Peter couldn’t look back. Sometimes Peter hated that mask.
“You left me.”
Wade made a show of looking down at his body, “Thought I was right here the whole time.”
“Wade.”
“In the nightmare, got it. Why’d I do that?”
Peter shrugged his shoulders, looking away from Wade and fixating on the ceiling. He was not feeling good enough to get into this right now.
“Sleep deprivation does not look good on you. On me, it looks great because I’m always sleep deprived and the bags under my eyes distract from the-”
“Stop.”
“The stop sign that I stapled to my face as a warning. How’d you know?”
Peter groaned and turning his head back to face Wade. To stare at Deadpool’s mask. “You’re not ugly, Wade. You’re gorgeous. Stop doing that to yourself.”
He shocked himself more than Wade. Or at least he thought he did, couldn’t tell what Wade’s expression under that mask was. He could feel the heat in his own cheeks though, maybe he was tired enough to talk about this.
“Can I?” Peter asked, leaving the question intentionally vague if Wade wanted to deflect like he always did. Instead, Wade nodded and Peter moved his hand up Wade’s chest to tug at the bottom of the mask.
He let his fingers press against Wade’s neck and chin and cheek as he pushed the mask up and off his face. Peter wanted to toss it across the room once it was off but he dropped it on the pillow in case Wade changed his mind.
His eyes were darker than Peter had remembered from the brief glimpses he’d caught before.
“Hey.”
Wade blinked at him. “Hi.”
Peter breathed in deep as he gathered up that last bit of courage. “I really like you. Like like you.”
Wade grinned at him, “What are we in high school?”
Did I like like you? What are you, back in high school? Peter shuttered at the memory of his horrible dream but the real Wade raised a hand to cup his cheek.
“Think I’ve been pretty clear about my feelings.”
Peter narrowed his eyes, but he moved his hand to cover Wade’s and nuzzled his cheek against his palm. “Have you?”
Wade quirked an eyebrow at him, “Told you I wanted to have your babies.”
“You said that about Thor.”
“Can you imagine Thor’s babies?”
Peter laughed, hard. How could he have let his overactive mind think there wasn’t anything between them? The way they flirted and bantered, the way Wade new exactly what Peter needed last night and being with him now. Peter frowned as something dawned on him.
“Wade?”
“Yes baby daddy?”
“Did you catch any bad guys tonight?”
Wade did a horrible job of hiding his smirk, “I didn’t not catch any bad guys. Definitely not anywhere near your regular patrol route. Don’t even have to worry about-”
“Thank you. I needed the break.”
“Get some homework done up there on the roof?”
“I did.”
“College is a strange thing.”
“You could do it if you had the attention span.”
“Ah, but that I don’t have!”
Peter leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Wade’s. “You do when you set your mind to it. I think you’re a little fixated on me.”
“Look who’s talking.”
He had a point. Peter laughed softly, nudging Wade’s nose with his own. “Can I kiss you?”
“Can I hear that every single day from now until eternity?”
Peter smiled wide as he shifted his body closer to Wade’s, their lips brushing as Peter whispered, “I can certainly try to make that happen.”
“Then by all means.”
Peter kissed Wade like he’d been wanting to for months. Lips pressing hard, tongue slipping into his mouth, hot breath on his cheek as they parted. He could swear his heart was pounding in his throat.
Wade kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He expected things to go further but Wade detoured back up to press a chaste kiss to his forehead and tugged Peter closer. He was about to complain but as soon as his cheek his Wade’s shoulder, Peter knew this was the best plan of the night.
He snuggled closer, letting his eyes shut as he reached out for Wade’s hand. Wade took it, squeezing gently as Peter allowed himself to drift back to sleep. He could already tell this was going to be the best sleep of his life and he intended on keeping Wade around for this exact reason… and a couple of other reasons to be explored in the morning.
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Ayato Sakamaki
Permissions
Shipping? Yes. Less likely if the muse isn’t Yui, but not impossible. Singleship per verse with limited verses. Please note - as stated on the rules page, orientation is typically listed as what the muses think they are.
Duplicates? Multiple ‘Yuis’? What about character that aren’t on the dedicated castmates list? Yes. You can thrust Ayato at Ayato. There’s also no issue with duplicates of canon, crossover, etc. characters that Ayato is already interacting with. You want it, you got it. To prevent destroying the validity of duplicate muses, I will sometimes think of things as ‘A Kanato did this’ instead of ‘Kanato did this’, which is a very subtle difference but prevents another muse from having to deal with the blame of an event they were not responsible for. This will only be differentiated as necessary within writing. I repeat: all duplicate muses will be treated with respect, not as ‘fakes’. Any Sakamaki brother is a brother of his, regardless of how many Kanatos there are (for example). We’re just going to, uh, slide past that as often as possible (and occasionally make jokes).
Multiple Ayatos will be treated as though they’d somehow wandered into one’s world or the other via some enchanted, strange object or doorway in the Sakamaki household. This allows them to interact, but prevents the concept that one is a ‘true’ Ayato over the other.
Fighting? A-Okay! I’ve done a lot of fighting roleplay but it was in the past and I’m way more interested in the storytelling of it. It’s better that we discuss the end result beforehand for smoother sailing, but we can improv it as well.
Harming? A-Okay! Just be aware that Ayato may harm or kill you in turn!
Killing? A-Okay! Please be aware, however, that should the need or desire to continue the verse arise, the death scene will be considered a what-if. In addition, it is very difficult to kill Ayato due to the pureblood resurrection abilities.
Can we send shippy memes / etc.? Sure, we can still explore what-ifs, drabbles and oneshot threads, but the main focus will be on the storyline here!
Can we know Yui has Cordelia’s heart, is possibly turning into a vampire, is surrounded by vampires, etc. and reference this to Ayato? On a case-by-case basis. It should be discovered organically if it’s not something your character would be able to know already. There’s plenty of situations where this would make sense.
Can we know about Ayato’s past before interacting? No, not unless you have genuine reasons for it like being one of his brothers.
Can we have characters comment on the events of the timeline? Yes, if they “catch sight of”, “overhear a rumor”, “a familiar saw X”, or any other sensible reason, then characters can be aware of and comment on events. I wholly encourage characters participate in Ayato’s life! Please tell the story with me!
Can we rescue Yui Komori from the Sakamaki household? Unlikely. At best, if you succeed in the first place, it’s entirely likely that they will find you, they will take Yui back, and they will kill one or both of you for this. Or the Mukamis might take advantage of the situation! Obviously, the exception here is the Mukamis, who are entirely expected to attempt this from time to time.
Can we reference interactions we’ve had with your Kanato, etc. to Ayato? I mean...sure? If you want? I’m fine with using my muses for plot and timeline advancements for myself and those I interact with (within limits) but I’d also prefer to not be my Kanato’s Ayato and vice versa, so this would probably be limited. You can still act like what’s happened has happened, though.
Biography / Stats
FULL NAME. Ayato Sakamaki ALIAS. Yours Truly (himself)
AGE. Appears 17-18 || Actually significantly older
BIRTHDAY. March 22
GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male, he/him
ORIENTATION. Heterosexual
SPECIES. Vampire
OCCUPATION. High school student of the night school known as Ryoutei Academy. 2nd year in HDB, 3rd year if assuming time has passed.
RESIDENCE. Sakamaki residence, Japan
HAIR. Red
EYES. Green
BUILD. Athletic
HEIGHT. 5'8'' (174cm)
TATTOOS. None
PIERCINGS. None
OTHER. Left-handed
ZODIAC. Aries (Aries/Pisces cusp)
ALIGNMENT. Chaotic narcissist
POSITIVE TRAITS. energetic, passionate, outgoing
NEGATIVE TRAITS. sadistic, hot-tempered, narcissistic
BIRTH PLACE. Japan
NATIONALITY. Japanese
PARENTS. Karlheinz (Alive?), Cordelia (Deceased / Haunting)
SIBLINGS. Full Siblings - Laito, Kanato. Half-siblings (shared father): Shuu, Reiji, and Subaru
EXTENDED FAMILY. Karlheinz's other wives, Beatrix and Christa. Richter (Uncle).
EDUCATION. High school (likely several times over)
SPECIES. Vampire
NOTABLE SKILLS. Basketball/sports
LANGUAGES. Japanese, JSL
FAVORITE FOOD. Takoyaki
PUREBLOOD. Inhuman strength, increased speed, vision, hearing, and smell. Fast healing & healing saliva.
TELEPORTATION. Can teleport instantaneously.
FLYING. He can fly, but only during a full moon.
SWORDSMANSHIP. A+
OTHER. Can control and summon familiars.
WEAKNESSES. Truly holy objects weaken him, but not by much.
DISLIKES. Raw cuttlefish, studying without a clear goal
Appearance
[*Credit: Appearance section pulled directly from the Dialovers Wiki.]
Ayato is a slender young man with unruly, reddish-colored hair spiked at the ends, narrow green eyes, and a fair complexion. He also wears a black stud on his right ear.
In Haunted Dark Bridal, he usually wears a white shirt that has brown bordering the top and bottom of the shirt with a black jacket and brown scarf. He wears it with blue jeans with a belt attached to both sides of his pants that hang down and go around his pants.
In MORE BLOOD, he wears a black jacket with a red hoodie underneath. Under the hoodie is a white shirt with a black V collar. He wears it with black pants. He also wears a chain necklace.
His school uniform consists of the typical black school blazer with an unbuttoned white dress shirt and a undone red tie around his neck and the right collar of the shirt. He dons black pants, the right leg rolled up to his knees, and a pair of red and black sneakers.
Personality
Attention-seeker, mischief maker: Ayato is a difficult, uncontrollable troublemaker. He is rebellious, brags about himself, and occasionally demands that everyone call him Ayato-sama (while referring to himself as Oresama, often translated to ‘Yours Truly’).
Narcissistic and self-centered, Ayato looks down on others. He loves bullying and teasing others.
He can be vulgar and has regrets about it. The first thing he’ll notice when he looks at a woman is her chest. It’s not unusual to catch him coming up with nicknames that bear varying levels of insult: Pervert (Laito), Hysteric (Kanato), Tableware Otaku (Reiji), Shichisan Megane (Reiji again), Hermit/Shut-In/Etc. (Subaru), Dull Guy (Shuu), Smartass/Bastard/Asshole (Ruki), Bandage Guy (Azusa), and Chichinashi/Titless/No Tits/Breastless (Yui). He has no problem telling his brothers off. In addition, he frequently insults his deceased mother and his father.
Ayato is passionate about torture devices, including the Iron Maiden. He even has one that he removed the spikes from so he could use it as a bed.
History
CHILDHOOD. Ayato is the oldest of three triplets. He is considered this due to an old Japanese tradition where the last one to be born is considered the oldest in a multiple birth. Thus, Ayato is considered the oldest, Laito the youngest, and Kanato the middle triplet. Ayato received the most attention from their mother, Cordelia, and the one who endured her abuse and pressure to become the heir of the Sakamaki household. Cordelia fostered an obsessive need to be number one, to be the best at everything. Physically, mentally - whatever it was, whatever goal was to be had, Ayato was expected to meet and surpass it. Ayato often tried to spend time with his brothers Laito and Kanato or do things other than what his mother requested of him. When this was caught, Cordelia would punish him in a variety of ways including drowning him in a lake. She wouldn't even accept meager attempts at gaining her favor, such as the occasion when he built her a sandcastle. Cordelia destroyed it, claiming that such a thing was not worth showing if it wasn't real in the first place. Ayato was the first to truly hate his mother and the first to turn against her. Eventually, this led to her death once they were older. It’s probably accurate to say that no one hates Cordelia as purely nor as much as Ayato does.
NEAR CURRENT. Karlheinz manipulates circumstances to keep tossing experimental sacrificial brides at his children. None can endure the blood loss, physical and emotional torment. The sacrificial brides are too fragile and the Sakamakis tend to break their toys.
CURRENT. A single sacrificial bride is surviving and enduring: Yui Komori. Whichever brother obtains her will become the Sakamaki heir. Without directly entering into a “relationship” with any of the Sakamakis, she endures her stay there.
Verses
Brief summaries of the verses for Ayato along with potential links for those less familiar with Diabolik Lovers but still want to interact with him. For the sake of keeping things clean, encouraging community-wide and cooperative storytelling in roleplay, and not letting things get too crazy, verses will be limited. More may be made over time as needed.
Summaries:
| DL Anime | DL More Blood Anime | Haunted Dark Bridal | More Blood | (Coming Soon)
VERSE - HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL
*This verse will be typically be the default, 'main verse'. In this, it is assumed that Yui Komori is staying at the Sakamaki household with some version of the first game having taken place. If the second game is included, it's with the idea that Yui stayed with the Sakamakis. Whether Ayato or one of his brothers winds up obtaining the Sacrificial Bride, Ayato will move forward.
Verse Details | Tag: #V; AYATO; HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL
VERSE - MORE BLOOD
If for some reason it's absolutely necessary to differentiate between the verse above and a verse where More Blood has certainly occured, but Yui did not (at least initially) stay with the Sakamakis and instead is currently living with the Mukamis or was, until recently, still living with the Mukamis. Rivalry abounds and attempts to procure Yui are likely.
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Posts that could take place in the Sakamaki or Mukami verses but involve duplicates (whether Yui or others) in the same scene in a manner that would be hard to pass off as typical flow for those verses. Also includes nearly ANY time fellow characters are staying at the mansion, otherwise we’d end up with verses of 20+ additional characters hanging out in the Sakamaki villa.
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The Cabin Part Two
This drabble is dedicated to @delerithmoriwen for her very subtle attempts at letting me know here birthday is TODAY!! And I mean very subtle :P So happy Birthday love, hope you enjoy!
Read the first part HERE
Klaus really couldn't believe his luck sometimes. He had spent the last year travelling with Caroline and some mornings when he woke up and sat watching the sunrise with his cup of tea he had to pinch himself that she slept so close. Did he wish they were together romantically, of course, but he valued the friendship they had built together all the same. He was glad that she looked up at him in something other than revulsion and hatred, and it was breathtaking.
They had started off in Tokyo, her heart still aching and even though her eyes were brightening up with each sight, new food to taste, she would spend equal amounts crying out in pain and grief still. Guilt that she's still living, eternal while her mother was dealt with death. Two months touring Japan and Caroline surprised him when she gave him two tickets to Florence.
That's when things changed the most.
Italy.
They spent days and days walking around the ancient cities. Hours upon hours standing in front of the most beautiful art, with Klaus telling her as much history about the items as he knew. She would surprise him too with her own keen knowledge she researched ahead of time. She began to relax more as they both bore their heart and secrets to each other and she taught him the art of hugging.
They had become close in their companionship and he utterly adored it. Didn't know it was possible to love her even more than he did. Didn't know he was capable of experiencing that live at all. And it terrified him.
There were bumps in the way of course, what with her traveling with the hybrid who had caused nothing but heartache, pain and death in his wake. She had been kidnapped once in retaliation in Venice. It only took a few hours to track her sent and tear the ancient vampires he sired limb from limb, but it took over a week to regain her trust in him. After her shouting at him and then giving him a cold shoulder the rest of the time. Another bump in the road was the nights he woke up to sounds of her raising heartbeat, smell of her sweat, sense her fear radiating from her before she would wake up in terrified gasps, calming herself down with whispers of how she was still alive, they cant hurt her no more. Those were the nights he would sneak off and tear into some unsuspected victims throat imagining ways in which he wanted to hunt those who hurt her down. To find their loved ones and break them, to feel hearts in his hand and revel in their terror.
He thoroughly enjoyed the days when it was so easy between them. Caroline grabbed his hand, looking up at him with eyes shining in excitement as she pulled him to the Colosseum in Rome, forgetting she was holding his hand when they reached the gates. Times where she would cuddle into him on the sofa when she demanded they watch a film so she could practise her Italian and the moments where he couldn't stop himself from pushing her hair away from her face and caressing her cheek, catching her blush as she leant into his touch.
Caroline had requested they travel to France for the anniversary of her mother's death and something inside him twisted.
Paris, Rome, Tokyo.
They were the places he told her he would take her and they have already been to two of them and he thought that maybe after he showed her Paris that she would finally leave him and go back to Mystic Falls. Deny their friendship and he would be left all alone. So he promised himself to savour these moments, sketch every time she took his breath away, find a way to bare the pain of her leaving as much as his instincts wanted to keep her by his side.
But he knew he had to be selfless with her.
The only person he would be.
Even if it broke him in the process.
The day of Liz’s first year of her passing arrived and Caroline had been in a somber mood, her grief not hitting her as hard as when he first came to her. She had waited till the evening before she went to the park near the hotel and set off a candle lit lantern in remembrance and to let go of her in. She told him of the times her and her friends had done the same before. Had shocked him when she gave him his own to let go of his own pain. He surprised himself as he whispered in his mother tongue of the pain of losing Henrik, the pain of his father's brutal beating, seeing his birth father on a spike as Mikael killed him, pain of losing both Finn and Kol, even if Kol had been resurrected again.
He could never forget the moment that brought them here, in Paris, on top of the Eiffel Tower, a year to the date they left Mystic Falls.
*FlashBack of the cabin*
The drive was relatively quiet, the music radio on some pop station for Caroline to listen to in between her silent sobs and little gaps of fitful sleep. He wasn't sure what he should do and how he could help, he didn't realise too much what going away with her meant, caught up in her asking him to spend time with her. He was never good at conforming someone, even Rebekah. He was the reason people needed comfort because of. So to say he was out of his element was an understatement, carry on driving to the location she tapped into the gps and trying not to concentrate on how his own heart is breaking over hers crumbling.
Klaus stopped a few times on the way, grabbing some supplies of blood bags for Caroline, and reluctantly himself if there wasn't anyone around the remote cabin. He fed on the nurse who helped grab them for him while he was at it, taking his time to savour the fresh, warm blood and grabbed him and Caroline some coffee and snacks for the road.
Once he arrived at the small cabin, he compelled the owners to invite them in and woke Caroline up, who dragged herself into a shower before falling asleep. Leaving him to unpack the car and having a quick shower and bed himself.
He spent the next week coaxing the grieving blonde from her bedroom, where he would check in on her and make sure she ate, drank and showered, to come sit on the sofa each day. Where she silently sobbed into him while they watched some inane chick flick, but the sobs were becoming less frequent. He was glad he always had his sketch pad and charcoals to keep him amused while she slept and he couldn't remove the images of her red, puffy eyes from his heart.
He caught her looking out the window to see the views and she looked genuinely excited and happy before guilt swept over her and she closed herself back off in her room for the remainder of that day.
Caroline had confessed when she finally reached for his hand, walking around the woods to the river running through them, that she had thought of turning it off for a year and then switch it back on once the worst of the grieving had stopped. He gripped her hand slightly harder at the thought of her losing her light. But he couldn't help but dream of her wild and stripped to her basic vampiric nature, wondering if she still held her impeccable control so rare in vampires centuries old, never mind newborns. Wondered if she would give into him too alongside the bloodlust, but he knew she would have regretted her actions when she did eventually turn it back on, and he didn't want to be a regret.
A mistake.
They spent a month in the cabin before Caroline made up her mind to go back to Mystic Falls. Although the time spent in the cabin was filled with sorrow, he still loved spending his time alone with the love of his life, so he tried in vain not to feel the sorrow that Caroline just let go of.
Dropping her back to her childhood home, Caroline leaned up to him whispering thanks before she pecked his cheek, dragging her luggage behind her. She got to the porch before she swirled around, a smile on her face, eyes shining that light which dimmed in her torment.
“Nothings binding me here anymore, and I know it's a few decades earlier than I planned, but is that offer still on your cards?” Caroline shuffled on her feet a slight bit that no human eye could detect, but he did. As much as she demanded an answer, her insecurities still lay behind her eyes, if you knew where to look.
“Which offer love? To take you traveling across the world, or to be your last love?” he tried not to show his nerves at her question, putting on his smug cocky bravado that he was sure she could tell wasn't real anymore.
“Both?”
“Always.” He whispered through the most genuine smile he didn't think he was capable of after all the centuries of death and bloodshed.
"What are you thinking of?" She asked him, bringing him out his memory of how they came to travel together.
"You."
"Do you think of anything but?" Caroline teased him.
"Well I am considering going over there and talking to that guy who can't stop looking over at you." He couldn't help but taunt her, she was simply stunning when she had fire in her eyes as much as the light that first drew him in, like a moth to a flame. Her light. Her fire. He wanted to get as close to it as possible, to bask in her.
She looked behind for a moment before giggling as she turned back to look at him in the eyes. "I'm pretty sure he's looking at you Klaus."
"Well then he gets to keep his eyes in his sockets after all."
"I can't believe I'm drinking champagne, watching the sunset on the Eiffel Tower."
"Is it everything you dreamed of, Caroline?" He asked, hoped it was everything to her as it was to him.
"No."
"No?"
"No." She paused, looking back over the Parisian skyline. "You're not kissing me."
"Well I have to rectify that as soon," he leaned down to her. "As." Placing his hands on her waist, bringing her in closer, her hands winding around his neck. "Possible." He whispered before he brushed his lips to meet hers.
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75 fluffy jily fics for a happy new year
Anon: Hello! I'm a college freshman and it's my first exams week and I'm physically ill and also homesick and so could you pretty pretty please direst me to some wholesome jily fluffiness to make things better?
Sorry for the late reply! To make up for it, please have way too many fluffy jily fics to make you feel better. <3 I 100% gave some of these drabbles arbitrary titles because ‘untitled’ is boring when repeated thirty times.
hogwarts
and i wait for shore <> jiilys
frequently I find myself agreeing to things I shouldn’t just so I can be next to you
arse over tea kettle <> october31st1981
her voice drifts down the corridor, and half of him wants to think something poetic about the way the sound of it envelops him, and the other half of him thinks he is a complete prat for even having such thoughts
ask me <> bcdaily
“So, Hogsmeade,” she says, sitting before the fire in the common room next to him, going through some disciplinary paperwork McGonagall had passed off to them that morning–the downside of being Head Boy and Girl. “Have any plans?”
can i tell you a secret? <> october31st1981
“Can I tell you a secret?” he murmurs into her neck.
“You’re part troll,” she guesses. She pats him clumsily on the back, unwilling to move from their position sprawled out on the grass. “It’s alright, I’ve accepted you for who you are.”
charms class and jealous hands <> realslytherinchick
Sorry? Stop what?
That thing you’re doing. Stop it.
You’ll have to be a little more clear than that, Evans, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.
eleven <> october31st1981
James Potter is very different from when he was eleven years old, you think as he kisses you.
first time holding hands <> suchasart
He was tall. Tall, and looking down at her, and the embers in his brown-gold eyes warmed a blush across her face.
good, decent <> bcdaily
She watched as he wriggled the bits of parchment he’d unceremoniously sprawled himself upon out from underneath him. Instead of tossing them atop one of the piles she already had stacked on the nearby coffee table, he began to skim through them, one by one. “What are you doing?” she asked.
His gaze flickered to her briefly. “Helping.”
how will i find you <> jiilys
James, you say with your chin on my chest, let’s go live in the moon.
jily drinking together <> october31st1981
“I am a gift,” says James seriously.
Lily swings her body around, kicking him in the head in the process. She ignores his yelp, telling him, “That’s a funny way to pronounce ‘git.’”
lily stalks james <> bcdaily
“I’m sort of starting to get the feeling that you’re enjoying stalking me.”
“I am trying to keep you from blowing up the school,” Lily says, dipping her quill in her inkpot and gently tapping it against the chipped lip. “There’s pleasure in that, certainly.”
“You’re sure that’s all it is?”
of sickles and snogging <> jamesstruttingpotter
she didn’t even throw it, she just slowly pushed it into his face. it was the most sexually charged pie throwing i’ve ever seen.
new year <> scared-of-clouds
Lily Evans is planning on seeing the New Year in alone, then just getting through the rest of the year with as few problems as possible. Unfortunately for Lily Evans, very little in her life is that simple. Still, what difference can a year make?
nice <> newtscmandr
In which Lily is hung over and has a nice conversation with James, about a certain part of his anatomy.
this could happen <> jamesstruttingpotter
Future planning + Jily flirting.
the one with the forgotten two of diamonds <> iolanthepotter/apalapucian
James and Lily brew Amortentia together—and nothing happens. Lily thinks she’s officially gone forever numb, James thinks the dungeons smell like a swamp, and everyone concludes they’re both idiots. Everybody’s daft in love.
quidditch shirt <> iolanthepotter/apalapucian
Marlene peered at her and grinned. “He smells that nice, eh?”Lily whipped around to glare at her. “It’s very… comfortable. That’s all.”
study date <> october31st1981
“You’re an awful influence, Evans,” says James, glancing up from his Potions textbook.
“I’ve never known you to complain about where I put my hands before,” she says, still grinning widely.
testing (gift for an angel) <> bcdaily
If he thought about this critically, James reckons he’s spent the better part of three years planning this date. (It really was a damn shame that Sirius seemed determined to cock it all up.)
that elusive aha moment <> suchasart/wilhelmina willoughby
The Aha Moment: a point in time when something finally clicks. Everyone realizes that there’s something more between James and Lily, though it takes some people longer than others. James has always been a slow learner.
the early morning toast brigade <> ghostofbambi
In which Lily Evans makes the best of insomnia, with the help of her womanly wiles.
the juggernaut factor <> fabiansgoldwatch
There’s something you have to realise about a boy who buys you sweets that taste like torture, fights a branch duel for your honour, or lets you dribble on his jumper: a boy like that should never be ignored.
the long haul <> bigquidditchhero
“Don’t try and change the subject,” she said sternly, waggling her finger at him. “You’ve got loads of secrets, I know you have.”
He shook his head as he turned his attention back to the crossword. “Evans, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m an open book.”
the story of a lady and a gentleman <> hiddenpolkadots
Lily scoffed. “Look who’s talking about rude,” she sniffed. “I’m standing here and you’re sitting there. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that’s it’s gentlemanly to give up your seat for a lady?”
“She did,” he allowed. “But I don’t think that rule applies to cheeky bints like you.”
there’s a reason for all those love songs <> gxldentrio
If you asked James Potter at what point he figured out that he was absolutely in love with Lily Evans, he wouldn’t be able to give you a straight answer.
married/engaged
a cold war coming <> thequibblah
“Here’s an idea,” Lily said suddenly.
“I’m all ears.”
She grinned widely, her whole face lighting up. “Marry me.”
a compromise <> october31st1981
“And what woman do you expect to carry seven of your offspring into the world?”
He takes a moment to consider this. “You, probably.”
a lavish affair <> bigquidditchhero
“- I’ll still be thinking Merlin, that Evans, what a killjoy. But then I’ll think, thank goodness I get to do unspeakable things with her as well. The fun’s not completely lost that way, you see.”
adorable drunken babes <> sunshinedaisieswindmills
He really would like to kiss her, he decided, so he closed his eyes and tilted his head and moved in, only to find that Lily was no longer standing in front of him.
Instead, she sat on the floor giggling. “I fell,” she said, laughing. “There was a puddle and I fell and now my bum’s wet.”
lace <> theodoornott
“You look really beautiful,” he suddenly whispers in her ear, and she turns to her husband and just laughs because he looks so lustful and mischievous and positively boyish.
She grabs the hand that is currently tickling her side, and kisses its palm. “You too,” she tells him, and she means it.
till kingdom come <> iolanthepotter/apalapucian
“I love him so much, you know?”
And it’s ridiculous, but Remus’s heart swells, and just then he can feel the tears stinging the corners of his eyes. “Bloody prat’s been in love with you since forever.”
say when <> ravnclaws
“James?” she asks and he hums against her ear in response. “Really?”
“Just say when.”
starlight <> iolanthepotter/apalapucian
“I didn’t let you fall,” he answers. He smirks, draws you closer to labor the point of his pathetic excuse for a catch.
Except he did, you think. And you’ve fallen. Oh, how hard have you fallen, Lily Evans, how hard are you still falling, a million times in the million little leaps of faith you’ve made with and for this boy, long before your feet touched the ground.
domestic/family
are you flirting with me <> october31st1981
She takes the hand that is not in hers and places it on her waist, while hers drifts to his collar. “You know, Lily, this feels a lot like flirting,” says James conversationally, his fingers pressing warmly on her rib cage.
morning <> apalapucian/iolanthepotter
He was very, very warm.
He stood there, still and quiet in all his messy-haired, bespectacled glory, just looking down at you with a raised eyebrow and a quarter of that trademark smirk.
“Are you going to take it off or should I?”
ready, set, go <> bigquidditchhero
James, Lily, and baby Harry are in hiding in Godric’s Hollow and they entertain themselves by playing with the cat
familiarity (kills the romance) <> ravnclaws
When they go to bed that night, she watches as he brushes his teeth and as he changes into his pyjamas and as he kisses her goodnight, and she thinks about how James is not a mystery, he’s just a normal guy after all.
golden days <> suchasart/wilhelmina willoughby
James and Lily like to appreciate the little things in life.
golden retrieval <> preciselypotter
Lily held up the black-and-purple briefs she’d just found on their bedroom floor. “Are these yours?”
“What?” James stuck his head into the room. “What do you mean, are those mine? Have you been having a bloke over while I’m out?”
hands <> theodoornott
Call it cabin fever but it has reached the point where she cannot resist looking on as takes the broken and downtrodden into his hands and brings them back to life, whistling tunelessly as he works and clicking his tongue whenever he’s in deep thought.
au
a cauldron full of strong, hot love <> bigquidditchhero
Lily’s got a summer job, and James is suddenly a keen potioneer. No war AU.
blue shell <> jamesstruttingpotter
Did you actually just blue shell me on our date?
brand new neighbors au <> iolanthepotter/apalapucian
What he’s trying to say is that, well, three knocks is too unceremonious a warning, and that he’s pretty sure this is his soulmate standing before him right now.
in another world <> itwasprongs/padfootdidit
They meet accidentally, strings entangling together beneath the ink of Paris’ night. In the lamplight she is a ghost, hair on fire. James goes to her and the stars turn his backpack into dusty wings.
intercepted communication <> ravnclaws
I use morse code to talk to my friend during class but it turns out you know morse code too and now you know that i think you have a cute butt AU.
key limes <> fetchalgernon/cgner
In which Academy Award winner Lily Evans discovers the periphery of internet fandom and the existence of Prince James’s gold star system.
laugh to fall apart <> realslytherinchick
Lily is fond of laser tag, but when the Marauders find out she has no one to play with, they invite themselves along to a game.
lessons in lesson planning <> fetchalgernon/cgner
Lily and James are unwittingly set up on a blind date and execute the perfect revenge.
my spellbound heart <> hiddenpolkadots
“What kind of person could they be if our shared mark is a pair of antlers on my arse?” asks Lily, craning her neck to stare at the ink, stark against her pale skin. No matter how hard she glares at it, it remains there.
pretty <> realslytherinchick
“First you criticize the brilliance of my last-minute costume, then you nearly break my heart. Who are you, Lily, that you have such power over me?”
“Either your worst nightmare or your wildest dream come true, but possibly both at once.”
rule #27 /’ the group with the pies’ <> poppypomfrey
‘Lily, take off the moustache, you’ve been wearing it for 20 minutes.’
‘This is serious business,’ she says, tugging it from her upper lip, ‘and besides, it’s ten times better than your moustache.’
He can’t stop looking at her lips.
seven things <> iolanthepotter/apalapucian
James leans in. Lily hears the script crumple in his hands, but she doesn’t look to check. His lips touch the corner of hers, a hand coming up to cup her face. He is moving. So. Maddeningly. Slow… She curses in her head, makes up about a hundred thousand excuses for the next second—and then grabs him down by the back of his neck and kisses him fully, desperately, fervidly.
shades of red <> fetchalgernon/cgner
“I’d heard that the potion gave you Veela powers, but I didn’t know that also came with conceitedness.”
“Is it conceit if my hair is that good? Because I think that’s just regular pride. Would you rather I lied and said I hated my hair?”
sheep riding and freefalling <> fetchaglernon/cgner
He’s leaning forward in his seat to study an air vent, his face only a few inches away from the dashboard, his brow furrowed in concentration.“Fascinating,” he breathes.
“Put your seatbelt on or I will pull this car over,” Lily says.
so tender and mild <> hiddenpolkadots
If they lived fluffy domestic oneshot.
staff relations <> bigquidditchhero
Professor James Potter is happy in his job as Transfiguration teacher - until the new Potions professor tries to ruin his life.
swipe right (into my arms) <> a_lrightevans
Her thumb hovers over the unmatch button for a second, but then she switches back to his profile, and he really does have nice arms, so she just types out ‘you’re a massive prat and terminator is a shite movie, anyway’ and hits send instead.
textbooks, time scarves, and tea <> fetchalgernon/cgner
Lily visits the coffee shop because Sev works there, even though he’s got a completely obnoxious coworker with admittedly fantastic hair.
the rom coms got it wrong <> hiddenpolkadots
Fake dating AU
what a beautiful wedding <> a_lrightevans
‘Sneaking away… from your sister’s wedding… for a snog…’ said James breathlessly between kisses. ‘Classy, Evans—’ She shut him up by kissing him harder, knocking his glasses askew and tangling her hands in his hair.
‘Psh …’ she muttered as his lips moved to her neck. ‘This is what weddings were invented for.’
undercover <> a_lrightevans
Lily scoffs. ‘We have sex like, once- maybe four times, and suddenly I’m your girlfriend?’
James shrugs.
mine
a list is just a list - The Marauders think the parchment James just dropped is a list of the places they’ve pulled pranks, but Lily knows better.
feels like love - Lily & James use each other’s wands for the first time.
hello, mister - me and my housemate just spent twenty minutes trying to take the lid off of a blender and had to resort to taking it to our next door neighbor, who we have never met or spoken to before.
pep(per) up, peppermint - Sixth year Lily is home, sick, at Christmas. Can a visit from her friends cheer her up?
shining stars - The ’78 Hogwarts class—Gryffindors, mostly—gather at a pub to catch up when someone brings up who, exactly, was to blame for Breda Padgett’s broken ankle, sixth year.
subtle arrangements - Person A owns a flower shop and Person B comes storming in one day, slaps a 20 on the counter and says, “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?”
the one that i want - James and Lily end up at the same costume party dressed up as two members of a famous fictional couple. Everyone makes them take pictures together and quote lines from the movie. It starts out really awkward but then Sirius, dressed as a pirate, finds them making out in the bathroom.
three quarts of milk - James and Lily have been in hiding for two months. James is stir crazy and trying not to show it. Lily jumps into action.
your other pillock boyfriend - James writes to Lily to explain a few things.
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