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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Polk Salad Annie

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: No, but ty to @floralcyanide for suggesting i do this because apparently it was meant to be ♥️

Prompt: A mean, vicious, straight razor-totin woman. Lawd have merthy. You're Annie from Polk Salad Annie and you're shocked to hear that Elvis is singing a song all about you. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Mentions of death + prison but as always, lmk if i missed any 💕

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 8980 OOPS

A/N: (1) This is more of an OC character than a reader insert just FYI cause, you know, you have to be Annie for this one. (2) It flips between past and present, so watch out for the ~ ~ ~ dividers. (3) I'm also aware that Elvis didn't originally write the song but for the sake of this fic, he did lmao (4) I do, in fact, know how to spell Louisiana but for the voice of the character it's spelled wrong.

i am officially changing my name to Polk Salad Annie. the transformation is complete. i am annie and i am this song's #1 biggest fan. the gif at the bottom is the sexiest thing on the planet. change my mind.

🦋 mila

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“Annie, come on let’s go!” her friend shouts, tugging at her arm.

Annie laughs, readjusting the white silk sash which cuts across her breast and torso in a diagonal. In cheap plastic diamond-lookalike beads, a five-letter word stretched across the sash. BRIDE. While the observers at the poker and blackjack tables might understandably think Annie to be the bride, she isn’t the one getting married. Annie doesn’t even have a partner let alone a fiancé. No, it’s been upwards of five years since Annie last had a romantic relationship. Not that she's much minded being alone, considering the past five years have been the first time she was able to escape the boondocks of Louisiana to live a life that is solely her own.

But Annie couldn’t help but appreciate the attention and satisfaction of knowing how jealous of her the single middle-aged women blowing their life savings on the casino floor probably are. Although those women will be hoping to land some kind of man in their beds that night, Annie will be more than content to sleep alone. She’s even more glad for her solitude when she catches the eye of a disgustingly round man, eyeing her up and down as he wipes sweat from his brow. Unafraid and, frankly, pissed off, Annie stares back for a moment as her friend continues to stumble drunkenly through the casino floor, dragging Annie along behind her. Annie suddenly yanks her friend’s shoulder away just in time to avoid crashing into a casino worker laden down with poker chips.

“Woah there, Jessie. Slow down, hunny,” Annie says with a chuckle as the girl giggles and hiccups beside her.

Jessie, Annie’s best friend and the actual bride, has certainly been making the most of her bachelorette weekend. Although Annie isn’t sure how much of it Jessie will remember considering she’s been drunk off her ass for the vast majority of it. As the eldest of the group and the maid of honor, Annie isn’t drinking. And even if she was, she could hold her liquor better than any of the other bridesmaids in attendance. Annie has always been a tough nut to crack, even more impossible if you’re a man.

Annie is used to being the caregiver anyway, and it isn’t something that she finds inconvenient or irritating in any way. It's just part of who she is and she doesn’t mind that so much. For example, when drunken Jessie decided that the bridal sash was too much of a nuisance, she handed it off to a willing Annie, who accepted it without question. According to Jessie, Annie isn’t allowed to remove it under any circumstances. Although the sash isn’t really Annie’s style and maybe doesn’t match so well with her worn brown cowboy boots and light-wash flared jeans, she’ll wear it as long as Jessie requests it. Anything on the bride's special day.

Jessie leans heavily on Annie’s strong arm as they approach the theater inside the International Hotel, where the girls have been spending their weekend. A few more of the bridesmaids saunter up behind them, most tipsy at the least. Annie pulls out their tickets and hands the long strand of blueish paper over to the ticket taker who rips them off and hands back the stubs.

“Enjoy the show, ladies! Should be a good one for you tonight!” he says with a wink.

Annie holds on tighter to Jessie and shoots the man a displeased look. Annie’s never had the best track record with men and tends not to trust them, in general. On top of that, she was born and raised to be protective over the ones she loves, no matter the cost. And that's another thing she would never change about herself. Ever.

The troupe of young women walk into the theater and Annie’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. It’s certainly a different type of theater than the ones she’s used to. Louisiana has arts culture, sure, but the honky tonks and hayrides she’s been to in the past are vastly different than the big city feel of this coliseum. She can’t help but let her eyes circle around the ceiling, taking in all the ornate golds, blues, and reds which sparkle on the walls. The girls take their seats in a booth and a waiter approaches the table almost immediately. Jessie reaches for a drink menu, holding it upside down as she tries to slur out the name of an alcoholic beverage. Annie gently takes the menu from her grasp and turns to the waiter.

“Just waters, all round, please ‘en thank ya,” she says with a curt smile. The waiter nods before trotting off to fulfill the order. “So who’s even performin here tonight?”

Annie turns back to face her friends, her eyes flicking between the five of them. Sarah, Dottie, and Clarabelle are far too drunk to answer and Lenora just shrugs. Luckily, Leigh Anne smiles widely and nods.

“Last I heard, it was Elvis!” Leigh Anne replies, clapping her hands together excitedly. Annie had been shoving a piece of bread into her mouth but now she stops short, glancinng over at her friend with wide eyes.

“E-Elvis?” she repeats. “Elvis Presley?”

“I’m sorry, do you know another Elvis? Yes, of course, Elvis Presley! What’s wrong, sugar? Your face is whiter than a sheet all of a sudden.”

“I…it’s nothin,” Annie responds, dropping her eyes down and placing the bread back on her plate. The waiter returns with their drinks but as he moves to walk back to the kitchen, Annie grabs hold of his arm. “On second thought, whiskey on the rocks.”

In the next fifteen or so minutes that follow, the conversation flows freely and somewhat coherently between the bridesmaids. Jessie is beginning to sober up, slowly but surely. Annie remains silent, retracted into herself while she relives a life long passed and memories lost.

“You sure you’re alright, Annie?”

Annie’s head snaps up to see Leigh Anne staring over at her with furrowed eyebrows, her hand resting on Annie’s bicep reassuringly. Before Annie has a chance to respond, with a lie, loud music strikes up onstage and their attention is pulled to the shining gold curtains. They are extremely gaudy, shimmering incessantly in the lights as they pull apart to reveal a man in a striking white jumpsuit prancing onstage. The room erupts into screams, hoots, and cheers as Elvis Presley himself emerges and takes his position at center stage. Annie’s eyes immediately click onto his frame. It’s so unfamiliar now…

The last time she’d seen him, he was a scrawny little young man who wore pink silk suits from second-hand stores on Beale Street and dusty old shoes worth a whole ten cents. The man that stands before her now is decked out in a custom-made jumpsuit, fitted perfectly to his frame, which is also different. He seems taller somehow, more filled out, and beefier. He moves easier, with more elegance and more command. Her eyes travel up his frame, admiring the way the pants hug his legs tightly and how much his hair has grown out since she’d last seen him. It’s shaggy now, very stylish for the day, and so wild. She smiles at the chest hair poking out from between the open flaps of his jumpsuit. His face is fully-formed, masculine and classic with a long thin nose and plump shapely lips.

He’s a man now and Annie suddenly feels like a little girl on her parent’s farm back in Louisiana.

The band strikes up a chord and Elvis begins to sing. The room grows even louder with the rhythm of the music in conjunction with the fans singing along and screaming with joy. Annie winces as Jessie’s piercing shrieks fill her eardrums. Jessie flies to her feet and starts dancing, bouncing from foot to foot as she sings along with the music.

Annie has heard some of his songs, of course. Most of them, probably. But she can never bring herself to listen too closely to the lyrics. She always worries that the memories she’s buried will return with a vengeance to attack her heart all over again. Sometimes she still feels a dulled pain when she hears that deep, angelically southern voice. She notices now that it escapes raspier, deeper than it had been when she’d heard him sing so many years ago. She understands fully why the room has erupted into cheers and screams. It’s sexy, but she always knew that.

She’s kept up with his career. Loosely. She owns an album or two, she’d watched the ‘68 special on NBC on the miniature television at the diner. She's strangely proud to see how far he’s come but also jealous when she realizes that she’s barely moved at all.

“Isn’t he amazing!” Leigh Anne yells as she claps along to the music, a massive smile plastered on her face. Annie returns with a tight-lipped grin and nods.

“He’s much different than when I knew him,” Annie responds without thinking. Almost immediately, she feels the eyes of the entire bridal party on her.

“Excuse me?” Lenora shouted. “Knew him? How do you know Elvis Presley?”

Annie shakes her head dismissively.

“Okay, I barely knew ‘im. I saw him perform at the Lousiana Hayride and we…we spent a day together. That was all.”

“Spent a day together? Sugar!” Leigh Anne shouts, slapping Annie gently on the arm. Annie pulls back, throwing an incredulous expression at her friend. “Oh my god, you should totally try to go backstage to see him. I bet he’d let you back into his dressing room if he remembers you. Then, maybe, we can see it too!”

The girls erupt into giggles and fits of joy, but Annie shakes her head firmly.

“Absolutely not. It wadn’t anything special! We were jus…acquaintances. There ain’t no way he’d possibly remember me. And even if he somehow miraculously did, I wouldn’t want my reunion with ‘im to involve me beggin to let my friends backstage to see his underwear.”

As Annie snaps back to the present moment, she finds that the song has changed into an upbeat rhythm with a guitar riff continuing in the background. Annie can’t help but tap her foot to the beat as she watches Elvis’ leg bounce up and down anxiously. She smiles. He’s always had a jittery leg and she’d noticed it from the first time she saw him sing at the hayride.

“Some of y’all never been down south too much. Imma tell you a lil story so’s you’ll understand what I’m talkin bout,” Elvis’ deep voice reverberates throughout the room. “Down ‘ere we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields. And it looks somethin like a turnip green. Errebody calls it polk salad.”

Annie cocks her head at the mention of the familiar plant. She wracks her brain frantically, suddenly trying to recall whether the plan grows anywhere other than Louisiana. Before she can come up with the answer, he provides it.

“Used to know a girl lived down ‘ere. She’d go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it, carry it home and cook it for supper. Just about all they had to eat, but they did alright.”

~ ~ ~

Annie’s breath stops and her eyes widen. Suddenly, she’s flashed all the way back to 1956. She was only eighteen at the time, freshly graduated from the little high school down the dirty country road. She’d just gone to the hayride for fun, not expecting much. But he’d been there and she’d witnessed the effect he had on women firsthand. Even back then, he had them screaming like there was no tomorrow. She’d never felt so alive in her life, everything in her screaming to touch him, to understand what all the fuss was about. As she and Jessie left the hayride that day, she’d accepted that she would never see him again. That Elvis Presley was out of her life, just a blink of a memory.

Of course, she was wrong. She saw him not even an hour later at the carnival which had come into town at the same time. He was leaning against a wall near the cotton candy stand. She’d become frozen, utterly enamored with him. She’d stared at him with wide eyes across the busy carnival grounds and he’d stared back. Then he’d approached her, against all odds. Little old Annie in her hand-me-down green dress with mud stains, holes ripped through the ends, and a little yellow patch sewn onto the back over a hole too big to patch up. Her little brown saddle shoes were a size too big and scuffed with irreversible grass stains.

But from the moment his stupid southern drawl reached her ears, Annie knew she was a goner. He swooped her up, carted her around the carnival to do all the activities. They’d played some games, he won her a tiny stuffed bear, they rode the ferris wheel together and sat side by side as the wind whipped through their hair. He’d drawn her into the house of mirrors where he pushed her against the cold glass and kissed her neck, something a boy had never done to her before. Her unbrushed hair was stuck into braids and his fingers trailed down the plaits as he gently ran his thumb across the texture of it. They shared a Pepsi and cotton candy. He paid. He’d wanted to walk her home but she refused. She couldn’t bear to have him see where she came from, where she lived. He couldn’t know.

Of course, he insisted and she denied, running off into the dark night through a path she knew he couldn’t follow.

But it hadn’t mattered what she’d done because he found her anyway. Somehow. She never did understand where he got the information from, but it was a small town and everyone knew where everyone else lived. And so the next morning, she was utterly shocked when she opened the front door to see Elvis standing right there in front of her with a bouquet of bright purple and pink flowers. She’d quickly taken the bouquet, stepped outside, and slammed the door behind her. Anger flowed through her veins.

“What the hell are you doin here?” she’d hissed, pushing him away from the windows.

“Well, damn honey, I just came to see ya since you ran off last night,” he said with a shrug. Annie’s face grew hot with embarrassment. She wasn’t playing a very good host.

“No, you can’t be here,” she replied, trying to push him down the steps and back the way he’d come. “Didja ever think maybe there’s a reason I didn’t invite ya here. Why I didn’t want ya to walk me home?”

“I did think bout that. Then I decided not to care,” he responded with a grin.

Annie wanted so badly in that moment to come up with a sassy answer matching his attitude, but nothing came to her mind except for a laugh. Glancing up into his shining blue eyes, she let one escape her lips before shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

“Fine. Thank ya. But you need to leave. If my brothers see ya here, I-”

“You’ll what?”

Both Annie and Elvis’ heads jerked to the side to see one of Annie’s brothers, Blake Landry, staring them down with his arms folded tightly over his chest. Annie’s heart began to ache with embarrassment. Her other three brothers were standing behind Blake. Wyatt, Cash, and John. All four of them were tall and strong, quite intimidating with their rippling muscles and white wife beater tank tops stained with mud, dirt, sweat, and probably beer. They all had their hair cropped tightly against their skulls, uneven in the back courtesy of the $2 haircuts from their neighbor down the street.

It was silly, really, but Annie had a dream that one day she’d be able to afford a real haircut. One like all those pretty ladies wore, the ones she saw when she went into town to sell her crocheted socks and scarves for extra cash.

“You datin our sister?” questioned Blake before he spat a loogie onto the ground. Blake was the oldest and he certainly acted like it.

“It ain’t nunna your business, Blake. It ain’t none of y’alls business neither,” she spat back, gesturing to her other brothers. “Don’t y’all got farm work to do or somethin?”

“Shut up Annie,” Wyatt, her youngest brother, spoke up. “We ain’t talkin to you.”

“Excuse me boy? I outta kick your good-for-nothin a-” Annie had taken a step forward, her fingers curling into fists, but Elvis grabbed onto her bicep to hold her back.

“I’m just visitin. I’m a friend and thought ya sister’d enjoy some flowers to brighten up the place. I’m Elvis. Nice to meet y’all,” he said, sticking his hand out toward Blake.

To Annie’s surprise, Blake had taken Elvis’ hand and shaken it. She could only watch in shock as Elvis hit it off with her brothers, having a full-on conversation with all four of them. Even Cash, the most difficult to please middle brother, seemed interested in what Elvis had to say. After a few moments of male bonding time, Annie knocked her fists on the wooden sideboard of the house.

“Still here, fellas. If y’all're gonna stand here in this heat all day and chit chat like you’re at a momma’s book club, I’ll just be on my way.”

She turned to go inside, but Blake’s voice stopped her.

“Hold on a damn minute, Annie. You ain’t gettin outta your work that easy. Cash went to the store but we can’t afford no meat. So ya gonna hafta get us more polk salad. I guess your fella here, nice as he is, is gonna hafta get lost.”

Before Annie had the chance to agree, Elvis spoke again.

“I can help. I ain’t afraid uh hard work,” Elvis says with a smile and a shrug.

None of the Landrys seemed to know what to do for a moment. The way Elvis was dressed, the way he smelled, the way he wore his hair. None of it suggested that he was familiar with the boondocks of southern Louisiana nor farm work. But there he stood, offering his services freely. He threw a wink at Annie when her brothers agreed to let him stay and help her harvest their dinner.

~ ~ ~

As snapshots of memory flash through Annie’s brain, she feels a small smile creeping into her cheeks. He’d looked such a fool, standing there so enthusiastically ready to help. It was endearing and Annie has never forgotten it. She’s suddenly overcome with a feeling of longing, yearning to know him better. It punctures her heart and soul.

“Down in Louisiana, lived a girl that I swear to the world, made the alligators look tame. Polk salad Annie. Gators got ya granny. Errebody said it was a shame cause her momma was a-workin’ on the chain gang.”

When the words “polk salad Annie” leave Elvis’ lips, Annie begins to feel hot and sick to her stomach. She could have pretended that it was another Annie, some other poor girl he’d picked up and put down just as quickly on his trips around the country. But everything he’s said…about her family. It's her, without a doubt. She is polk salad Annie.

She feels the blood draining from her face and has the intense urge to get up and leave as quickly as possible. Food poisoning…she could tell the girls she’s not feeling well, that it’s probably food poisoning from the hotel catering. As much as she doesn’t want to put a damper on Jessie’s bachelorette party, when the words fly out of Elvis’ mouth again, she feels physically ill to her stomach. The sensation is so sickeningly strong that it moves her to lean toward Leigh Anne.

“I hafta go. I’m sorry, tell Jessie I’m really sorry. I-I don’t know what’s happenin but I think Imma be sick,” Annie stammers.

Annie stands up, lightheaded immediately. She wavers back and forth for a moment, curling her fingers around the back of the booth for stability before regaining her balance. She hears Leigh Anne’s blurred voice as she asks if Annie needs help. She ignores Leigh Anne but makes the mistake of glancing back up at the stage as she turns toward the pathway to the exit.

Out of all the people in the audience, somehow Elvis’ eyes land directly on hers. She feels crazy for thinking it, but she swears he recognizes her. All of her remaining doubt dissolves as she watches what he does next. He smirks, winks, and sings the next lines of the song without tearing his eyes away from hers.

“A mean, vicious, straight razor-totin woman,” he growls into the microphone and Annie freezes in her tracks. “Lord have mercy.”

As he sings the words, Annie feels her eyebrows unwillingly quirk up in agreement. She notes how sweaty he is, how dark his hair looks as it shines with the sweat droplets, how bright blue his shining eyes are. It all comes together to make him utterly irresistible. One half of her brain encourages her to move forward. Go upstairs, escape this trap that he’s holding her in. But the other half is too commanding. It easily overpowers her mind and she plops back into her seat. Leigh Anne leans over to check on her but Annie doesn’t hear a thing. Annie is completely unable to tear her eyes from the stage and just nods with an open mouth as she tracks Elvis’ every movement onstage.

He remembers her. He actually remembers her so well that he’s written an entire song about her. She wonders momentarily if the other girls realize he’s singing about her but then remembers that she usually refuses to reveal her past unless it’s absolutely necessary. And it rarely is. Her family's past isn’t something she particularly enjoys talking about.

Everybody said it was a shame cause her momma was a-workin on the chain gang.

~ ~ ~

It was just after they’d left the house to go hunting for polk salad. They were walking through the woods behind the house to a spot a few miles away. The truck patch, where Annie knew there was always polk salad enough to pick. Their walk was silent at first, Annie too enraged and embarrassed to say anything. At the time, Annie had thought that Elvis probably didn’t know how to talk to a girl like her, a rough and tough farm girl from the deep south. But he finally spoke.

“You didn’t want me to come here cause you were embarrassed, weren’t ya?” he’d asked in that charming southern drawl.

Annie hadn’t responded at first, keeping her gaze firmly on the ground below her as she walked, trampling over sticks and stepping over stocks of grass and weeds. She’d never minded getting dirty and lived in a pretty consistent state of dirtiness since most of her life required her to do chores outside of the house.

“Ya know I grew up in Tupelo, Mississippi when I’s younger," he said. Annie’s head snapped up and she tilted it to get a better look at him. She let out a little chuckle. “That surprise ya?”

“Well…you just don’t look like nobody who grew up down here. In the slums, y’know.”

Annie suddenly felt very guilty for judging him. She hadn’t meant to make him feel alienated. She decided to keep her mouth closed but he continued anyway.

“Yeah we was poorer ‘en dirt back then. My daddy got sent to jail, so momma and I were on our own. We had to move out to a housin project. Momma didn’t always like it there but we did aright.”

Annie felt a pang of pain. If anyone could understand living in poverty it was her, but her ears locked onto something specific he’d said.

“Ya daddy went to jail?” she asked, speaking before she allowed herself to think through her actions.

“Yep. Cashed a bad check is all. He didn’t even do nothin bad. He was just tryna provide for us, ya know. Do his best,” Elvis said and cleared his throat.

A few moments of silence passed as Annie gathered the courage to say what she needed to share.

“My momma went to jail, too. She’s in there now, actually.”

“Yeah?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Elvis tilt his head to glance at her. She nodded.

“Yeah. Stole bread from a grocery store. She was just…tryna provide for us, too, I guess,” Annie responded with a gulp.

She hadn’t told anyone about that. Everyone in town pretty much already knew but she didn’t care to educate anyone else about her family history. Annie’s mother had been in prison for several years now and Annie visited every once in while but she didn’t like it there. The prison was dank and scary. She was uncomfortable seeing her mother there, skinny and pale, like a ghost of her former self. It broke Annie’s heart.

~ ~ ~

Annie feels tears gathering in her eyes but angrily refuses to let them fall, sucking a breath in through her teeth. Her mother had died in that prison, a few years ago. And it was all for stealing a loaf of bread and some milk to feed her starving children. Annie’s jaw clenches as she pushes her emotions deeper down into her stomach. Her eyes fall onto the tablecloth as she listens to Elvis sing.

“Erryday before supper time, she’d go down by the truck patch and pick her a mess uh polk salad, carry it home in a tow sack.”

~ ~ ~

The tow sack had been the closest thing to a purse Annie owned. While all the pretty ladies in town had blue purses or black ones or red ones made of leather and denim and reptile skin, Annie had a burlap sack. Sometimes those old sacks became a part of the dresses she wore to school, matching all the other little girls who wore old pillowcases and chicken feed bags as clothes.

“But ya know it wadn’t all that bad,” Elvis had continued cheerily. “Ya know my favorite thing bout livin down there in Tupelo?”

Annie shook her head as they finally reached the truck patch. She fluffed open the tow sack and laid it on the ground, dropping to her knees on the soft soil. Elvis followed her lead as he explained.

“I discovered gospel music. Y’ever heard gospel?”

“Course I have. Momma was a Baptist,” Annie replied with a small smirk which Elvis returned. “I heard plenty of gospel as a child. I seen it touch the soul of the singers.”

“Yeah!” Elvis replied enthusiastically, a wide grin creasing his cheeks into dimples.

Annie felt heat creeping into her neck and ears, adding to the already stifling temperature of the southern summer day. Annie reached toward the patch, wrapping her fingers around the stem of the polk salad plant and yanking it harshly out of the soil. It didn’t take much effort from her since she’d been practicing for so long. Annie was strong. She’d always been strong. Elvis joined her, ripping the roots out as he talked about his love for gospel music. Annie smiled. It had been a long time since she’d heard someone talk so sweetly about something they love. All her brothers talked about was beer, trucks, and guns. They probably couldn’t tell gospel music from classical.

She could see the sparkle in his eyes as he talked. At one point while they were pulling plants, their fingers reached for the same stalk. They both froze, their fingers overlapping on the stem. Just as Annie was about to jerk her hand back, Elvis wrapped his calloused fingers around hers and squeezed her fingers. She glanced up at him and he smiled. His eyes flicked down to her lips and she felt her breath hitch in her chest. He leaned forward ever so slightly but her hands flew to his chest to push him away. Her heart was slamming against her chest, pounding in her ears.

“Quit that,” she said. “I ain’t got time for no foolin round. I gotta family to feed.”

Even though she snapped at him, she didn’t mean a word of it. She felt a smile threatening to curl her lips up into a big grin and she was powerless to stop it. They picked a few more stalks of polk salad and then started back on the long trek to the house.

Her daddy was a lazy and no-count. Claimed he had a bad back. All her brothers were fit for was stealin watermelons out of my truck patch.

“What bout the rest of ya family?” Elvis asked. “You got a helluva lotta brothers.”

“Yeah,” Annie laughed. “Blake, Cash, and Wyatt. In that order. I’m the youngest so they always been extra protective of me. I don’t mind it none. They’ve protected me more than once against men in bars or diners.”

She tried to readjust her grip on the tow sack but it suddenly slipped from her grasp. Elvis had taken hold of it and he carried it with ease as they walked. Annie’s eyes traced down his flexed biceps and she noticed a thin line of sweat glistening along his hairline. She reached up with the sleeve of her dress to wipe her own sweat away. His cheeks were flushed red with the heat.

To her surprise, her free hands didn’t stay that way for long. Within a matter of moments, Elvis had intertwined his fingers into hers. At first, her instinct was to pull away, but his grip was too tight and she was glad it had stopped her. She settled into his hand. His palm was hot and sticky with sweat but she didn’t much care.

“I had a brother, too. He died when he was just a baby.

“Are you tellin me that we coulda had two Presleys runnin round down here?” Annie joked, raising an eyebrow. Elvis chuckled and nodded.

“Jesse was his name, after my grandfather.”

Annie glanced over at Elvis to see his eyes glimmering in the orange light of the setting sun. He was tearing up. Annie squeezed his fingers tightly.

“Ya know my best friend’s name is Jessie. Maybe God thought it’d be too powerful for the world to have two Presleys. So he put Jesse’s soul into my friend.”

Annie saw the corner of Elvis’ mouth twitch up into a small grin and she took a side step to be closer to him.

“Tell me bout ya brothers. What’re they like?”

Annie sighed, preparing herself to elaborate on the complicated relationships she shared with her brothers.

“Well Blake, the oldest, is a hothead. And an ass. He’s always been a troublemaker. He’s always lookin for a fight and finds em just bout every weekend at the bars. He’s been in and outta jail all his life. Cash, the middle one, is real smart. He likes to read and do all that stuff. We can’t afford those books at the store with the hard covers, so he pretty much just reads the same three books over and over again. Wyatt don’t do much other than follow at the heels of my older brothers. He can run real fast, though, and he almost joined the track team at school, but daddy won’t let ‘im. Said it wadn’t a real sport, that anybody can run. They get into trouble a lot. Just last week they got their asses handed to em by the police after they stole a buncha watermelons from our neighbor’s truck patch. I keep on tellin em to behave but they never listen. Dumbasses. They ain’t good for shit. They could do so much more but…Blake dropped out to work, Cash can’t get enough time to do his studies right, and Wyatt’s just lost. He didn’t really know momma none before she went to prison.”

“Well what about ya daddy?” Elvis asked as they approached the back steps of the porch.

Annie shot him a look as she swung the door open. She led him into the small ranch toward the minuscule living room. She folded her arms over her chest and nodded her head at her father.

“That’s my daddy.”

Elvis just nodded, saying nothing. Bertie Landry was an alcoholic, had been for years, ever since Annie’s mother went to prison. Bertie used to work at the oil plant and Annie had barely seen him then. But ever since his alcohol problem, he had gotten fired and didn’t do much of anything those days. In that moment, Annie stared at him in utter contempt. He was disgusting. He had become fat and round. His five o clock shadow was clocking in at more like eight o clock. His wife beater tank top was stained with beer, sweat, vomit, and Annie honestly didn’t want to know what else. He was asleep in a chair, his mouth open with drool leaking down his chin.

At that time, Bertie was a janitor at some motel in town but he hardly worked, claiming he had a bad back which made standing for long hours difficult. Since he didn’t have any education, manual labor was Bertie’s only option. But Annie knew he was full of shit, lazy, and pathetic. If he was capable of getting drunk off his ass every weekend, he could stand for a few hours a day to mop some floors. Annie shook herself back to reality.

“Come on into the kitchen. We’ll get the polk salad started. And you,” Annie poked her pointed finger into Elvis’ chest. “get to help.”

She pulled on his fingers, dragging him into the kitchen.

~ ~ ~

Annie clenches her jaw, the anger associated with those memories flooding through her body. Her eyes track Elvis’ figure as he moves around onstage like a beautiful maniac. Annie lets out a laugh when Elvis utters his next lines.

Gators got your granny.

~ ~ ~

While it sounded like a line out of a comedy show, it was true. They were in the kitchen, cooking the polk salad when she’d told him.

Annie was explaining the process for cooking the plant as she and Elvis chopped the shoots and dropped them into the boiling water on the stove.

“And then we boil it, cuz if we don’t it’ll kill ya.”

“What?”

“Polk salad is toxic if it ain’t cooked right.”

“Why the hell would ya eat it if it’s poisonous?” Elvis asked, shaking his head with wide eyes. Annie laughed out loud.

“We got a lotta dangerous stuff down here in Lousiana,” Annie responded, placing the lids over the bubbling pots. “Just last week we had a gator runnin loose over by the pond. He ate a few of the neighbors chickens fore they could stop 'im.”

“Jesus. You ever seen a gator?”

“Nah. But my granny had. She actually…well, she were killed by a gator.”

“She was what?” Elvis’ hand slipped off the edge of the table and Annie looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Suddenly, Elvis burst into laughter, a deep hearty laugh that shook his shoulders and chest violently. Despite herself, Annie couldn’t help but smile and release a few quiet chuckles herself.

“Elvis Presley, that ain't very kind to laugh at somebody’s granny dyin. It was very traumatic you know! She was down by the lake pickin some flowers and it just shot right outta the water and snatched her. They found her a few days later or…what was left of her, anyway.”

Elvis’ laughs had died down to just a twinkling smile. Annie shook her head and reached out to playfully punch his arm. His fingers grabbed hold of Annie’s wrists, curling around them gently. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb against her soft skin.

"Eh, I'm givin ya a hard time," Annie said between heaved breaths. Her heart was thudding. "I didn't even know her. Met her once I think before she got eaten."

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh like that I just…it just sounds made up,” he responded, tilting his head to look at her sweetly.

Their eyes met and, for a moment, it seemed like the world had stopped. Annie looked at Elvis and Elvis looked at Annie. Annie felt heat crawling up into her neck and ears and averted her eyes, biting her lip to prevent her coy smile from spreading. Elvis’ fingers trailed along the skin on her jaw, gently turning her face so that she was forced to look at him. She gazed up at him through her doe eyes, waiting with bated breath to see what he would do next. His eyes flicked down to her lips for a quick second and the next thing Annie knew, he was pressing his soft pink lips down onto hers.

She kissed him back immediately, her hands gently resting on his chest as his lips moved against hers slowly and deeply. His other hand slid around her waist and onto the small of her back, pulling her body closer to his. As she stepped forward, her hands slid up onto his shoulders and then wound around his neck. Their bodies were pressed tightly together and Elvis walked Annie backward until she gently hit the wall in the kitchen. Elvis tilted his head to access Annie’s mouth better and she accidentally sighed happily into the kiss as she tangled her fingers into his greasy black hair. Elvis’ weight leaned against Annie and she giggled into the kiss before placing her hands back on his chest and pushing him backward.

He stumbled back, surprised by her force, and their lips broke apart. They were separated only for a moment before Annie wrapped her fingers around his lace shirt and harshly pulled him back to her. His hand moved to caress her head and neck, supporting most of the area with just his fingers. This time, it was Annie who backed him up and they stumbled through the tiny kitchen together until Elvis’ legs bumped loudly against the tiny wooden square table. The table's legs were uneven which meant that it rocked back and forth with the pressure of Elvis’ weight, making a click-clacking sound on the (also uneven) wooden floor. Annie pulled away from Elvis’ lips when she heard her father snort awake in the other room.

“What the hell’s goin on in there?” he shouted brusquely.

“Nothin!" Annie yelled back. "Ain’t nunna ya business, dead beat.”

Annie shook her head and bit her lip, running her hands down Elvis’ chest again. He laughed nervously and tucked a disobedient strand of hair behind Annie’s ear.

~ ~ ~

As the song winds down, Annie finds herself staring across the floor at Elvis with furrowed eyebrows.

He left Louisiana the next day but not before he’d taken Annie for a bite to eat at the diner in town. He promised he would visit and that when he made enough money, he’d come back and help get her out of that shit town. He promised he’d write. He had written for a while and she always answered. But the truth of the matter was that they both knew, when he left that day, they would likely never see each other again. He promised he’d take her out for a night on the town, a dinner at a nice restaurant, and a new dress without rips or tears or patches.

But after he left, Annie took on yet another job at the diner to help support the family and had been too busy with her own life to manage visiting Elvis. Not to mention she never knew where he was since he seemed to be traveling all the time. And Elvis was even busier than Annie.

Annie’s eyes snap up at the sight of something bright white and blue approaching the table. She tracks Elvis’ figure with raised eyebrows as he wades into the crowd, a smirk plastered on his sweaty face. As he makes his way through the walkways, he's swarmed by groups of women, young and old, trying to get his attention. Every once in a while, he grabs a woman by the face and presses his lips to hers. While Annie is surprised and maybe a little jealous, she desperately hopes he won't notice her there. She doesn't want to be chased around by the paparazzi because she was kissed by Elvis Presley one time.

But her hopes are utterly dashed when, after he’d kissed another fan, his eyes shift and land on hers. Directly on hers. Annie's breath catches in her throat as she stares back at the man whom she might have learned to love had they gotten the chance to try all those years ago. He comes straight for her, walking quickly and confidently without breaking eye contact. Annie is incapable of doing anything other than sitting still and watching along with the rest of the audience. While several girls desperately attempt to get Elvis' attention, he ignores them completely, locked in on his target.

Annie raises herself to standing and nervously pulls at her fingers. He smirks as he approaches her, immediately reaching for her face and placing his palms on her cheeks. His hands are sweaty, very hot, and they feel soothing on her nervously frozen skin. Elvis pulls Annie's face to his and presses his lips against her. Her eyes close instinctually and she kisses him back the best that she can while being still frozen with shock.

When she pulls back, she feels his hands slip into hers momentarily before he lifts her fingers up to his lips. Keeping his eyes firmly trained on Annie’s, he gives her knuckles a soft kiss and then releases them. When she pulls her hand back, she feels something in her palm and realizes that he's slipped something into her hand. She waits a moment, just long enough for him to walk back down the stairs toward the stage and draw attention away from her before she reads the contents of the note.

It asks her to come backstage after the show.

As she glances up to see the golden curtains dropping down to shield Elvis’ figure from the crowd, she realizes the end of the show is right now. Annie's friends excitedly ask her how she feels being chosen by the Elvis Presley, how she feels being kissed by Elvis. But Annie barely hears them, too busy trying to decide what to do. It would be all too easy just to ignore it, act like it never happened. Go back to her normal life in Tennessee, where she’s doing just fine now on her own.

But she knows in her heart that she just can't do that. And so she turns to her friends.

“I…I’m really sorry bout this, Jessie, but Elvis gave this to me when he kissed me and I…” Leigh Anne snatches it from Annie's palm. After her eyes have quickly scanned it, her mouth drops open. She playfully shoves Annie with a big toothy grin.

“Oh hell no, you’re going backstage. Nonnegotiable.”

“Honey go!!" Jessie joins in, one eye closed as she gently massages her temple. "Do your thing and don’t worry about us! I have a killer headache already, so I honestly think I’ll just hit the hay anyway,”

Annie laughs and thanks her friends, giving them all a quick hug before jumping up and trying to wade her way through the crowd of people leaving the theater to flood back into the casino. She awkwardly approaches the man guarding the door to the side of the stage. He is absolutely huge, big and buff. He looks incredibly mean, like an Italian mobster or something. She nervously walks up one step and leans over awkwardly to hand the note to the man.

“Hi. Elvis gave this to me,” she says with a shrug. “I don’t really know what I-”

“Go on in,” he responds, pushing the door open with ease and standing to the side so Annie can fit through. “He should be expecting you.”

She nods and walks through the doorway, folding her arms over her chest with nervousness as she steps around the staff and crew toward the dressing room. Another man, very similar in appearance to the first guard, is standing guard outside the door. Annie approaches him with a shrug.

“Name,” he says curtly and gruffly.

“Annie Landry.”

The man reaches behind him to wrap his knuckles on the door. "A muffled 'yeah' sounds from inside the room and the security guard shouts back.

“Annie Landry to see you, Mr. Presley.”

Annie hears a muffled response and, thus, the second door is opened for her. She gulps and steps inside, dropping her eyes until she's found enough courage to raise them and see him. He's already stripped out of his jumpsuit and is wearing an expensive-looking red and black robe with the letters EP sewn in fanciful script onto the lapel. She freezes when he glances at her. He runs his fingers through his sweaty, wet black hair.

“God damn,” he says quietly when he finally sees her.

His eyes trail up and down her body, and he leans on his back foot to observe her. She feels embarrassed and shoots him the most charming smile she can muster.

“I knew it was you," he continues. "I could tell by ya eyes. Damn it’s good to see ya, Annie.”

She laughs breathlessly at the sound of his voice forming the letters of her name. She nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and takes a step further into the room. Elvis throws a pillow onto the ground and gestures at a small red velvet loveseat.

“Here, take a seat. Let’s talk. It’s been what…ten years since I saw ya last,” he says, rummaging around to clean up the place a little.

His efforts aren't very successful considering there are clothes and accessories strewn everywhere, all over the floor and on top of the furniture.

“Close to it,” Annie replies, taking a seat across from Elvis on the loveseat.

They both turn to face each other and Annie can't stop the smile that spreads across her face as his attention lands fully on her. Silence settles between them before she speaks up again.

“So…what’s been goin' on with ya, mister big-shot rockstar?” she jokes, offering a gentle chuckle.

He smiles handsomely, those little dimples forming by the corners of his lips.

“Well I, uh, obviously made it in the music business,” he says with a shrug. “I, uh…went to Germany for a while. Did some movies. Did a television special. Now I’m here, performin for a real audience again.”

Annie nods, waiting for him to prompt her with the same question. Instead, he continues.

“Oh I, uh, got married too, actually."

Annie’s heart drops to her feet.

“Oh? Congratulations!” Annie says, nodding through the pain that threatens her entire being.

“Thank ya, but I don’t know that it really applies no more seein as I also got divorced earlier this year."

He chuckles nervously and Annie presses her lips together to prevent the smile from returning. As mean as it sounds, Annie isn't sorry to hear that. At all.

“Oh…god I’m sorry then.”

Silence settles once again and Annie opens her mouth to say something before shutting it. They are both different people, she realizes. Both on their own life trajectories. Finally, thank god, Elvis speaks up again.

“You, uh…getting married yaself I see,” Elvis says, gesturing to the sash that Annie has forgotten she's wearing.

“Oh!” she shouts, perhaps a little too loudly, ripping the sash over her head as she feels heat creeping into her cheeks. She smiles nervously “No! I, uh…just a bridesmaid. The bride was a lil tipsy and somehow I wound up wearin this. But, uh…no. No fiancé here. No partner here, actually.”

“Oh, damn,” Elvis replies with an awkward chuckle as he reached up to itch the back of his neck. "There...really ain't nobody snatched ya up yet?"

Annie shakes her head as another bout of awkward silence descends upon them. Annie takes it as an excuse to look him over, up close this time. Annie’s eyes immediately lock onto his bicep. He still looks pretty strong, maybe a little bigger than he was when she’d known him down in Louisiana. But he's still fit and he obviously still moves well from what she'd seen onstage. Speaking of onstage…

“So you wrote,” she pauses to heave a small whispered laugh, “a whole damn song bout me pickin polk salad?”

Elvis’ eyes meet hers and he bursts out in hearty laughter, his sea blue eyes sparkling under the warm lights of the dressing room. Annie shakes her head and playfully punches him in the arm.

“You do realize that I did other things, right? Like harvestin polk salad wadn't my entire existence back then? And hey, what the hell? Didja really have to include that a gator ate my grandmother?”

Elvis just laughs harder, showing no signs of remorse as his hand grips his knee.

“I’m sorry but it was just too damn funny, Annie. And it rhymed, I couldn't pass that up,” he chokes out between laughs.

Annie shakes her head disapprovingly but stares at him lovingly. Once their laughs have ceased Elvis’ face turns serious and he reaches out to take her hand. His fingers flex and relax, hesitating to take ahold of her fingers. But she stretches them out, intertwining them in his.

“I…can’t believe ya remembered all that,” Annie says, daring to gaze back up into his eyes. “Bout me and my family, I mean. You know as ya were singin I was thinkin bout it all. That day when you visited me. Do you remember?”

“Course I do. You made me eat that god awful polk salad with the carrots. Tasted like some kinda delicacy for a bunch of rabbits,” he responds and feigns a shiver.

“Don’t remind me," Annie huffs jokingly. "I member how much ya hated the taste of that. But it’s green, Elvis. What'd ya expect it to taste like? Chocolate?”

They both chuckle in unison.

“I think bout that all the time,” he responds, squeezing onto her fingers. “Sometimes when I’m lonely, I like to go back to that day. I…”

He falters but Annie squeezes his hands, encouraging him to continue. She has to know what he wants to say. She needs to know. Her eyes are trained on his, holding his gaze.

“I sorta always wished we’d had more time. That we’d made it work or at least tried to cause…I dunno maybe I’m off my rocker here but….I always felt like maybe somethin coulda happened tween us, maybe,” he finishes, glancing up into Annie’s eyes with a hopeful glaze over his own eyes.

“I kinda wish that, too.”

Annie heaves exactly one breath before Elvis leans in to capture her lips. She doesn't move, afraid that she might ruin the moment somehow. When his lips finally connect with hers, she releases a contented sigh and closes her eyes, leaning her head forward into him. His lips are plump, soft, and warm, perfectly capturing her own as he pulls her top lip between his. Her hand gently rests on his thigh as his winds around her neck to pull her face deeper into his own. He pulls back for a moment and she flutters her eyes open to see him smirking at her. She returns the expression but his face turns serious again and he leans back in, pressing his lips firmly against hers.

His fingers grip the back of her neck and she moans quietly in response. As his lips open again for another kiss, she takes hold of his bottom lip between her teeth and pulls it out before releasing it. Elvis' eyes flick down to Annie's lips and back up to her eyes. She stares back mischievously.

“Ya know I meant it when I said you're a mean, straight razor-totin woman,” he says and Annie laughs loudly.

Silence settles as they both return to the reality of the moment.

“Well, it’s gettin late and I got maid of honor duties to get to fore the big day tomorrow,” she moves to get up but Elvis’ hands are firmly attached to her waist. She plops back down on the couch with a giggle. “Elvis, I gotta go. Seriously.”

"What if I just don't letcha?"

Annie laughs and then glares at him with a quirked eyebrow.

“I’ll make ya. And you don’t wanna challenge me. You know that’s a fight you're gonna lose, sir.”

Elvis laughs, leaning over to press one last kiss to the tender spot between Annie's ear and jaw.

“Aright fine. Go do ya maid of honor thing.”

He waves his hand dismissively and Annie giggles. She runs a hand over his soft cheek before ripping herself away from his grasp. As his hands slide off her hips, she catches one palm in her fingers and lets it gracefully drag from her hand. She turns, walking toward the door but pauses with her fingers on the handle.

“You know, I’ll be round for a few days with the weddin and all. So, um…you should come see me. Maybe you can show me round Vegas and all that. We could go for that dinner we never got to.”

Elvis’ eyes light up and he smiles warmly with a nod.

“I’d like that very much, my lil Polk Salad Annie."

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The Hard-J (Victor Creed x Reader)

A/N: I know I said it would be ready by the weekend but... it wasn’t! Excuses only work for those that make them, so I won’t bother lmao~ This one is for @queengiuliettafirstlady and everyone else that loves a little Victor Creed intensity. ♥

“Can we not do this today, please?”

“What the hell was that about?” He slammed the door after him as I went to my kitchen to put groceries away.

“He saw me walking back from the store, that’s it.”

“That’s it, huh? What did I say about hangin’ out with him?”

“We weren’t hanging out! I told you, he saw me walking and he was helping me carry a few things. That. Is it.”

“You see how he talks to me? How he’s always talked to me-“

“-I see two brothers who, for whatever reason, can’t seem to hack it.”

“We aren’t brothers.”

I rolled my eyes, shoving my peanut butter and fudge swirl ice cream into the freezer. “Brothers in arms.”

“Because there’s no damn respect! Always lookin’ down at me like he’s some kinda fuckin’ superior.”

“Vic…”

“I don’t want you around him. You hear me?”

I let out an exasperated sigh as I rolled my eyes. “It’s too hot to argue about this shit.”

“You’re the one arguing instead of just agreeing, Y/N.”

“Your relationship with Logan is just that: yours. I have no problem with the guy.”

“If I see you two together again-“

“- Do not end that sentence with a threat, Victor-“

“- I’ll do you one better and end it with a guaran-fucking-tee!”

“We live in the same city, I’m bound to run into him sometimes!”

“Y/N look at me… Hey!” He shouted, making me jump out of my skin as I gave him my undivided attention. Clearly he was serious, which he tended to be. But this time, more serious than normal.

He was always so very dead serious whenever we talked about Logan.

“I don’t care if you’re next door neighbors with him. If I see you two with each other again, it will not end well.”

“For him? Or for me?”

“Both o’ you.”

I stared him down and watched him do the same, his face cold hard steel, not even a muscle flexing as he spoke to me. “What the hell happened between you two, anyway?” I asked. “What did he do that’s so damn bad you’re forbidding me to even say hi? He kill your cat or somethin’?”

He smirked and let out a huff of a chuckle, his left fang peeking from behind his lips. “You think I’m kiddin’?”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me to continue putting the food away. “Yeah, sure. Whatever. I’ll stay away from him, Victor. Whatever the hell makes-” I couldn’t finish my sentence before I heard the loud crash of glass breaking. I whipped around and saw a wet puddle dripping on my wall, the floor beneath it decorated with broken glass and what was a very nice bouquet of assorted flowers. “Are you shitting me?!”

“Oh, I got your attention now?”

“You had it! You’re throwing a temper tantrum, breaking my shit, all because you’re jealous of someone I’m not even interested in?”

“Jealous?” he questioned as he slowly stalked towards me, like a predator carefully eyeing its prey. I was no stranger to Victor's temper; under the right circumstances, he could go from settled to up in flames with the snap of a finger. Maybe it’s because he was never really at ease, always ready to pounce at any moment’s notice if necessary. Yeah, I know he has little patience and is kinda trigger happy to get into a fight, his own source of entertainment. But that was with other people, strangers. With me, he exercised a lot more restraint. We’d have arguments, he’d yell, maybe hurt a wall and then storm off.

But whenever Logan was involved, it was a different story...

“You need to relax,” I warned as I slowly backed away from him, ready to defend myself if necessary, even if I knew it was a losing battle.

“Did you just say I was jealous of him?”

“Are you?”

“What reason do I have to be jealous?”

“You tell me. What is it, Vic? You think I’m gonna run off with him into the sunset? You come over here one day to see me, all my shit is packed up and I leave a note behind? I doubt he’d throw my shit around like you just did.”

“I bought you those damn flowers,” he growled.

“You gonna buy the replacements too?” I asked playfully, trying to diffuse the tension but failing. It was painfully obvious, literally, he wasn’t in the mood to play when I felt his fist grip me like a boa constrictor. He forced my head against the kitchen cabinet behind me and got close to my face. If he moved any closer he’d be able to taste the chive cream cheese bagel I had on the way over here.

“Now that all depends…”

“Victor, let go of me. Now.”

“What’s the matter, hm? I thought you liked it rough?” he spoke with a tone of warning before a lecherous grin spread across his face. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t release a flutter deep in my belly, my incessant desire for him threatening to surface. It was embarrassing and admittedly disgusting to me, how even in moments as such, there was always going to be some shred of me that could neither ignore nor deny my constant thirst for him to satisfy me in ways only Victor knew how.

“You’ve made your point.” I tried to remain calm while fighting for air. I was willing to bet money that he could feel my pulse quickening beneath his grip. If even one of his claws came out I’d be bleeding out all over the linoleum.

“Have I?”

“You have five seconds to get the fuck off of me... or I walk.” He stared me in the eye only a few seconds longer before relinquishing his grip. If there was anything I caught on to in the seven months we’ve been seeing each other, if that’s even what you wanna call him dropping by for food, sex and quality conversation with a solid night’s rest, it’s that he actually greatly enjoyed having me in his life. He would never admit it, of course, being the poster boy for hypermasculinity; no way he’d display the level of emotion required to confess he liked me. But I picked up on it in subtle ways he probably doesn’t even notice. The way he throws his arm over me in his sleep, subconsciously keeping me in place with him. The way he came over and pretended it was just for sex, when we wouldn’t wind up having sex at all. The flowers he bought me, before throwing them to the wall in a rage. Most importantly, the way he wouldn’t stay gone long after a fight and would come back with his tail tucked in ready to apologize, afraid that would be the fight that finally scared me off and into the arms of someone else. I wasn’t using that to my advantage here, but I was letting him know what we both knew but never spoke of:

He wanted me around. He liked me.

I took a moment to allow oxygen to return to my lungs before I addressed him. “I pushed a button o’ yours with that little J-word?”

“What on Earth gave you that idea?” he asked sarcastically.

I nodded. “Fine. Noted. But I promise you, next time you use your words, because if you ever think about putting your hands on me again-”

“-Now you’re ending sentences with threats?”

“Guarantees, right?” I stalked to the corner of the kitchen and grabbed the broom that was wedged between the wall and my fridge then slammed it into his chest. “Dust pan behind the fridge,” was all I said before making my way to the bedroom.

“We’re not done-”

“-I am.” The moment I turned the corner out of the kitchen he was following me, the broom loudly clapping against the kitchen floor. The same hand that was just wrapped tightly around my throat was now finding its way around my waist along with his other one, pressing me to the wall. “Victor-“

“-I’ll getcha new flowers.”

“Fuck the flowers and fuck you.” He wasn’t hearing any of it. He grabbed my wrists and began making his way to the couch, my legs clumsily bumping into any and everything I walked towards.

“I’m not gonna pour my heart out an’ tell you all the fucked up things about me, if that’s what you’re waitin’ for me to do.”

“Mutant in human world. It’s not hard to figure out.”

“And I’m not tellin’ you the textbook of reasons I’m not holdin’ hands with him either.”

“And I’m not agreeing to stay away from him for your reasons and personal grudges unknown.”

“So maybe I didn’t make myself as clear as I thought.” Before I was aware the back of my legs bumped into the arm of my couch. I was desperate to create some sort of distance between us, so I fell backwards and wiggled away to the far opposite end of the couch. He stood at my feet and without breaking eye contact, lifted the loose black henley from his chest. He was possibly the only person I knew that could wear black and long sleeves in the peak of a summer in the city without breaking a sweat. But now wasn’t the time to be impressed by minor things.

“It’s too hot for this, too.”

“You tellin’ me no?”

“Yes!”

“Why?” he asked as he continued advancing in my direction, fumbling with the belt on his jeans as he kicked his shoes off.

“Because I don’t feel like it. You’re not about to makeup sex your way out of putting your hands on me, dick.”

He shrugged to himself. “You never turned it down before.”

“Well, you know what they say the definition of insanity is, right…”

“Doin’ the same shit, expecting different results.”

“And I want different results, Victor.”

“Fine. So let’s try somethin’ different.” Without a word or warning he bent down and scooped me up, a hand firmly resting under each of my thighs, my legs snaked around his waist. I thought he was headed towards the bedroom, but he took a surprising left turn to the apartment balcony, gripping me tightly before using a hand to open the sliding glass door. The humidity instantly smothered me, my glasses fogging from the shock of being exposed to the summer heat after leaving my air conditioned living room. He sat in one of the wicker seats of my patio set and placed me in his lap, lifting my sundress so I could straddle him free of obstruction. He placed me directly onto his cock and was not gentle about it; my head instantly fell back as a rush of air escaped my chest, my hands finding his neck.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Exactly.”

“Shut the hell up.” There was no time for playful banter. The sun had only just started to set, meaning there was still plenty daylight for us to be seen; this had to be quick. And quiet. Quiet would be the hard part without a doubt. With his help, I lifted my body up and down, his fingertips digging into my hips as he held tightly to my waist. “Holy shit, Vic.”

“Still think I’m jealous?”

I grinned to myself. “I dunno; you’re fuckin’ me like you got somethin’ to prove,” I teased. Clearly there was jealousy but I knew better than to answer him with a yes. But if jealousy is this good a sexual motivator, I’d be happy with this silver lining to our fight. He lifted my dress up more, enough for him to expose my tits and seize my right one with his mouth. My head fell back, a cry escaping me when I felt the sharp stab of his teeth on the mound of flesh. “Fuck!” He growled, his mouth vibrating slightly around my nipple.

“Ya still gonna run away and leave a note?” he asked, the heat from his mouth making toes curl.

“Never.” Unless he pushed me to it, of course.

I felt the pads of his fingertips press my scalp, my hair tightly intertwined in his digits as he pulled my head back and forced me to make eye contact. “Don’t threaten to walk again.”

I rolled my eyes. “Or else?” I mocked.

He shook his head, his pelvis ceasing, the rapid rise and fall of our chests the only movement remaining between us. “No. Just don’t.”

I stared at him a moment longer and simply nodded before standing and turning around, lifting my dress over my head, then taking the rusty balcony rail in my hands to steady myself. I turned to look at him; to my surprise he was already stroking himself in the absence of something else warm wrapped around his cock. “Whatcha waitin’ for?”

“Can’t enjoy the view?”

“Enjoy it any longer and I’m gonna melt.”

“Someone other than me hungry for it?” he said with a hard slap to my right cheek before roughly re-entering from behind, making me jerk forward into the hot metal rail. I grunted at the pain in effort not to be too loud and settled comfortably on him, my body fitting him like a glove. He was in no way gentle as he thrust himself in and out of me, primal grunts escaping his chest every time his hips rammed into my ass. My tits would surely be bruised the way I was uncomfortably pressed into the railing. I stared at the rusted and flaking metal coating of the bars beneath my arms and fought to keep my legs from collapsing beneath me, every bone in my limbs turning to apple sauce, my muscles sore and aching. If only this kind of workout kept me in shape and was doctor recommended. And quiet as I was, there was nothing I could do to muffle the loud smack that echoed in the air when Victor got slap happy, or the sound that came from my mouth as a result. The funny thing was, the more I tried to shush him, the more intensely he fucked me, and the more sound we both ended up making.

“Sss, holy fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, Vic! Shit!” I cried out, the restraint I had for my volume loosening. On a slower day I would have had a bit more self control, but I never lasted long, or quietly, when he was in a more animalistic mood.

“Mm, that’s right,” he grunted, digging his fingers into my hip bones. “Lemme have it, baby.” And before I knew it I did exactly that. My legs gave out beneath me and I fell to my knees, failing to hold myself up on the balcony railing any longer as I came. My moans were beyond stifling, and I felt nothing else, not even the pools of sweat pouring out of me. For just a moment I’d fallen into a deep well of ecstasy, my head throbbing from the mix of summer heat and pleasure, before I regained some composure to return the favor.

I grabbed the thin cushion from my patio chair and placed it at his feet and knelt before him, taking him into my mouth as deep as I could. As hungrily as I could. Without hesitation his hands flew to my head, cradling the back of my skull and maneuvering me to a pace of his pleasure. “Atta girl,” he encouraged. He knew I was a sucker for praise, and after being a complete asshole I was expecting him to lay it on with the ass kissing for the rest of the evening. Now he had me working like I was the jealous one, when really I was only in competition with myself; I wanted to see if I could make him cum quicker than any of the other times I did this. I worked my head in a swivel and both of my hands in opposing twisting motion, pulling him into me as far as I could without biting off more than I could chew. It was useless, however, since Victor was determined to push my head down way past my limits. His hips undulated as he thrust his dick deeper and deeper into my throat. He’d momentarily pause and hold his place before pulling out to allow me to draw air, all before repeating the process. “Look at me,” he demanded, which was all he needed to say for me to know what time it was. I stared upwards at him with his cock still in my mouth, my eyes glassy with tears, and he pushed himself deep into my throat one final time and pumped the tip of his dick at the back of my throat. He held eye contact for as long as he could before his head fell backwards, eyes slamming shut as I felt the muscles of his thighs tighten. He grunted a low, beastlike growl before I felt him release all he had to offer in my throat, the sensation slightly tickling. I slowly jerked his dick off for good measure to ensure I got him for every drop before swallowing the thick, sticky fluid, swirling my tongue around his tip before he removed himself from my mouth.

“Ah, Jesus fuck,” he sighed, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover.

“I think I missed that Sunday school lesson.” He rolled his eyes and looked down at me, head still resting in his lap, before rising and extending a hand. I grabbed and he pulled me up, coming face to face with him and the wild grin plastered on his face. “Back inside before my ass gets covered in bug bites.”

“I could scratch it for ya,” he offered, running a claw harmlessly up my spine. I shivered and pushed away from him before round two threatened to begin, sliding the balcony door open, relieved once the ice cold air conditioning hit my chest.

“No thanks. But you absolutely can buy me another bouquet of flowers. And a vase, while you’re at it.”

#request #victor creed #victor creed x reader #reader imagine

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nessinborderland · 3 years

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Can I get something with Niragi and y/n both are chaotic and in the militants and everyone thinks they are prefect for each other but y/n is actually with Chishiya and Niragi is lowkey jealous (not out right bc I just don’t see that being him but he picks on them abt him and being like I could be better)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader x Chishiya

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 992

Summary: You know Niragi likes you. Chishiya knows it too.

Warnings: sex, threesome kinda?, sloppy seconds, cuckhold, voyeurism, betrayal

Notes: Welcome to another part of the saga "Will Inês ever be able to actually follow prompts?" The answer is no 😌 sorry not sorry. Lol I am sorry tho, I swear I'm trying my best. Enjoy!

“What the hell, dude, that bear was mine!” you scream at Niragi. The man laughs before aiming at another animal, shooting it in the head.

“You’re way too slow," he says with a smirk, “Plus, I’m a much better shooter.”

“Fuck you!” you say in what you hope is a threatening tone.

“Yeah, I’m sure you would like that,” he retorts with a laugh, before continuing to focus on the game. “Maybe one day I will.”

“Oh, yeah?” you say as you aim at the big tiger just a few meters in front of you. “My boyfriend would love to hear that,” you pull the trigger, and the animal falls to the ground. Niragi huffs.

“Tsk, like I care about what your freak of a boyfriend thinks,” he says. “I have a bigger gun anyway.” you can't help but notice the innuendo in his words.

“Hmm, I don’t know, his gun is pretty big,” you say with a smirk. “You know...if you want to fuck me, you just have to ask him,” you add in a teasing tone. He stops aiming to look at you, brow raised.

“Like I would ever-” a siren interrupts him. The game is over. Your phone rings with the telltale sound of 'Game Cleared'.

The ride back to the Beach goes as usual; you and Niragi fighting over who was the better player. It never goes beyond banter, though; the man has a short temper, but he never goes too far with you. You would shoot him before he had the chance to, anyway.

You know he's attracted to you; you can see it in the way he behaves when he's around you, usually so different from everyone else. If the circumstances were different, you know you wouldn't hesitate in giving yourself to him. The chemistry is there; everybody thinks so too. Even your own boyfriend can see it.

But Chishiya never seems jealous.

That's why you aren't surprised when he whispers something in your ear, right in the middle of a meeting. You sit on his lap, as usual, hand on his hair as he says things that go straight to your core. You both smile as you stare at Niragi, right on the other side of the table.

Oh, this is going to be good.

*****

It was so easy. All you had to do was to show up at his door, naked under your kimono. He was pushing you down on the bed before you could say much. Convincing him to put on handcuffs had been harder, but nothing you couldn't accomplish with his dick in your hand.

His cock feels amazing inside you. He's not as thick as Chishiya, but he's long enough to almost hit your cervix every time you impale yourself on his shaft. His hands are handcuffed to the bed, but that doesn't stop him from filing your neck and breasts with hickies. He makes you feel so full.

"So this is what turns you on huh?" Niragi says as he looks over your shoulder, "Watching your girl get fucked by someone else." You glance back to stare at your boyfriend. His face has the same expression as always, eyes glinting with maliciousness. It only makes you hornier.

You stop your movements and turn your back to Niragi before sinking back on his cock. You're now facing Chishiya, sitting on a chair right at the feet of the bed. His smirk widens, and you know he likes what he sees. You wish he would stand up and fill you up too.

But that's not why you're there.

Niragi is coming inside you with a grunt not long after. You feel his cum on the inside of your thighs as you move towards your boyfriend. Chishiya is kissing you before you can touch him, pulling you to him. You kiss him back just as hard, straddling him and grinding on his bulge. You need him inside you.

"Not now, sweetheart," he stops you as your hands try to pull him out of his swim trunks. "I'll give you what you want after we're done here."

You sit back on the bed as he stands up and walks to a nearby closet, opening it.

"Hey hey, don't touch my stuff!" Niragi says as he tries to get himself free. You swiftly put a gag on him, and if looks could kill, you would be dead. Chishiya ignores him, pulling a box out of the back of the wardrobe, opening it to retrieve a small bag.

"What is it?" You ask. You know he wanted something from Niragi's room, but he never told you what. Chishiya shrugs.

"I don't know." He says, "Guess we'll see." He gets closer to you, hands on his trunks. "Lay down on your stomach, baby."

You do as he says, crying out in pleasure when he finally shoves himself inside you. You keep your eyes on Niragi as Chishiya thrusts in and out of you, right beside the other man. Part of you wishes they were both fucking you at the same time, but you know that will probably never happen; especially after tonight.

That doesn't stop you from sucking Niragi's cock. The man gives a muffled moan as you put him in your mouth, but Chishiya only chuckles before thrusting harder inside you. Your pussy clenches around him as he fucks you, and you can feel your orgasm coming closer.

You're coming not long after, moans muffled by the cock in your mouth. Chishiya comes inside you right after, making a mess of your swollen pussy. You feel so full and sensitive; you're not sure you can move.

You kiss Niragi on the cheek right before you leave the room, promising him a round two if you ever see each other again.

The man just stares at you. His look says it all.

He will be coming for you.

You can't wait for the moment he does.

#anon #alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #niragi imagines #chishiya imagine #submission #one shot

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darkcircles4lyfe · 3 years

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retrospective & predictions

Since we're on a hiatus week (between 320 and 321) I feel like waxing poetic about the depth and growth of bkdk for a bit. Especially because it seems like we’re right on the edge of their biggest development yet, I’m getting the urge to lay all my perspectives and insights I’ve picked up from others out on the table. This is ultimately only my subjective interpretation of subtextual material in canon, though. If you’ve never quite understood what people see in their dynamic and you’re actually open to hearing me out, maybe from this you can at least see where we’re coming from. And if you don’t like my takes after all, well, we’ll see who’s right in the coming chapters, won’t we? What I have to say can be taken platonically or romantically; I appreciate both.

putting it under the cut, since it’ll be long:

At the risk of projecting, I want to start by examining a couple things based partly on personal experience.

From many different directions, I often hear people expressing that Deku’s persistent attachment and admiration for Bakugou is baffling at best. Despite the bullying, despite Bakugou’s loud, rude, and uncompromising personality, he still puts effort into their relationship and frequently describes him as amazing. It seems like Deku himself is aware of this as he’s said things along the lines of how he’s difficult, BUT... etc. Although I don’t think it’s exactly that Deku finds Bakugou’s personality hard to be around, but that he’s deliberately expressing patience for Bakugou’s emotional turmoil.

I have to say I know what this sort of patience is like, as I went through it with someone I love. I only chose to put up with their behavior because I decided the possibility of what our relationship could be was worth it. I wasn’t blind or submissive to how they treated me, and I wasn’t coerced. I simply expressed myself and established my boundaries while still allowing them the opportunity to join me in my world once they got over their own hangups. And guess what? It worked out in the end. That doesn’t mean there aren’t circumstances where it’s better to cut ties, but I want to stress that true reconciliation is possible sometimes. I used to worry that other people around me thought I was delusional for seeking it, but what really helped was my therapist reminding me that I’m smart and strong. So I think Deku deserves to feel the same. In a way this is his whole mission in life, his approach to being a hero as well as his personal relationships.

Let me also be clear though that I don’t mean Deku is only tolerating Bakugou’s personality, his mannerisms, the parts of him that will likely never change. I’m drawing a line between those things and his emotional state (they so rarely align anyway, but I’ll get to that later). In fact, I think Bakugou’s general attitude is part of what Deku admires. This is gonna be hard to explain without inserting personal experience too, sorry. As a writer myself I’ve noticed I’m drawn to writing characters that are brazen and bold and don't mind telling people off. Really it’s because I operate in the world in the polar opposite way. I try not to draw attention to myself, I’m quiet, and I’m a people-pleaser. People who project confidence, especially in an impolite sort of way, fascinate me. It’s good to take cultural context into account, too: I've heard people who’d know better than me that part of the reason Bakugou is the most popular character in the Japanese fandom is likely because he contradicts a lot of their social norms. His disregard is refreshing and cathartic. I can speculate that Deku has a similar point of view based on what he thinks but does not admit about Bakugou being his image of victory and how this sometimes makes him mimic Bakugou’s speech and mannerisms:

There’s also the bit in this fight where Deku realizes he's the only one able to receive Bakugou’s emotions. This is because he’s the most intimately familiar with him and his situation, but I think there’s another layer. Deku, as we know, has a self-sacrificing tendency, and in the current chapters we’re seeing the worst side of that. But let’s also not forget that to an extent, it can be a positive trait: resilience. When it comes to Bakugou, he has an almost comical ability to dodge the potential fallout of his outbursts. The example we all jump to (and fight about..) is how in ch1, apart from the initial shock of Bakugou suggesting he jump off the roof, the most he reacts is to criticize him for saying such a ridiculous thing. However, I think their interaction post- sludge villain is a lot more interesting:

Note two things: 1, in his head, Deku is practically making fun of how Bakugou’s acting as he stomps away without waiting for a reply. It doesn’t faze him. 2, Deku thinks, optimistically, that he can now focus on a different career choice. This is astonishing really. Up to this point, none of Bakugou’s attempts to put him down have worked; he just kept pursuing his dream. The only reason Deku concedes in this moment it because for the first time, he has been shown that he really couldn't do anything in a fight against a villain. All Might told him he couldn't be a hero (although he’s literally about to take that back in the next few pages lol) and the other heroes at the scene gave him a lecture about it too. It was those experiences, and not Bakugou’s words, that truly affected him. And when All Might tells Deku he can be a hero after all, it’s not thinking of Bakugou’s bullying that makes him sob and fall to his knees, it’s the memory of his own mom never telling him those words he so desperately needed to hear. Having spent most of their lives together, Deku must have been aware all this time that Baukgou was influenced by larger societal forces rather than a core judgement, so he didn’t take it personally. He separated the person from the action, and because he’s resilient and patient, he is thus equipped to handle Bakugou’s emotions. It’s a testament to his maturity and emotional intelligence, really.

But I can almost hear some of you saying, “that doesn’t mean Deku should have to be the bigger person here!” Correct! Just because Deku is perfectly alright bearing all of that, doesn’t mean atonement-era Bakugou sees it this way. We can track his awareness of Deku’s care and selflessness as follows-

The bridge scene, when they’re little kids: Bakugou conflates Deku’s heroism with pity, and subsequently thinks Deku is looking down on him because Bakugou’s own insecurity makes him defensive.

The Sludge Villain, and also Deku vs. Kacchan Part 1: Bakugou witnesses first-hand how easily Deku jumps to risk his own life, but still thinks he’s being looked down on.

The Sports Festival: Bakugou fights Uraraka and recognizes her endurance strategy and refusal to give up as very Deku-like. He’s half right. He thinks Deku advised her in the fight, when in reality she just mimicked Deku because she admired him. I want to draw attention to his very sober comment about her not being frail. It’s a great endearment of Uraraka’s character and Bakugou’s respect for her when others didn’t take “fighting a girl” seriously, but it also reflects on his opinion of Deku. Deku isn’t weak either. He never was.

Deku vs. Kacchan Part 2: Deku finally corrects him about the whole looking-down-on-him thing, and Bakugou is informed that Deku’s selflessness is in fact the reason All Might chose him. Since Bakugou had been in search of what he himself was “doing wrong” for All Might to favor Deku over him, he now has to reconcile the fact that selflessness is a heroic trait, and moreover something he lacks. This is also possibly the first time Bakugou is able to see his past actions toward Deku as bullying since he previously thought it was more mutual. Additionally, Bakugou can now link Deku’s selfless behavior to what he perceived as pity/contempt, and realize that Deku has been giving him A LOT of grace. Maybe too much. Maybe more than Bakugou deserves, and definitely more than Deku should have to. Holy heck- now Bakugou has to figure out how to live up to all the faith that’s been placed in him.

Subtextually, we can see Bakugou’s feelings about atonement reflected in the Todoroki family:

1, Shouto is another example of Deku growing a friendship using his selflessness (since their fight in the sports festival) and their relationship is being acknowledged here where it hasn’t been in Bakugou’s situation. Perhaps Bakugou is wishing it could be so simple for him, to be able to thank him for being his friend like that. Deku saying the pleasure is all his also probably calls to mind how a mere apology from Bakugou would probably be dismissed because that’s just the kind of accommodating person Deku is. Bakugou has to operate more quietly in order to actually make up for their past. I personally don’t interpret this scene as Bakugou being jealous of Deku and Shouto’s friendship, exactly, just the lack of emotional baggage. Side note, Deku and Fuyumi are kinda similar in their desire to repair relationships. I like that she’s the one to give him some credit.

2, With the common terminology, this can be interpreted as Bakugou receiving a model for atonement, one that is about action, and nothing to do with receiving favor or forgiveness. It’s a sense of duty.

Many of the above sentiments are repeated in the flashback conversation between All Might and Bakugou right before Bakugou’s sacrifice.

Bakugou acknowledges his bullying and that it happened because of his own insecurities, but aside from that, it’s interesting he neither confirms nor denies All Might’s suggestion that he’s trying to atone, or that Deku doesn’t see it that way. All Might is a bit of an unreliable mentor sometimes, but I don’t think he’s misreading here. Rather, Bakugou is displaying his tendency to hold back when talking about things that would make him really emotional. Besides, admitting to what he’s doing kind of defeats the purpose. He isn’t seeking acknowledgement. All Might has gotten to the crux of the issue here when pointing out that Deku doesn’t recognize the atonement, likely because Deku doesn't think Bakugou even needs to atone. Am I reading into it too much to say Bakugou looks wistful at this? It’s kinda frustrating sometimes trying to interpret Bakugou’s actions because he’s so paradoxical. Loud and in your face, but also extremely reserved. Sometimes I feel like I’m grasping at thin air, but hey, being hard to figure out is part of his intrigue as a character. The simplest way to look at him is to assume that unless he’s really showing vulnerability, he’s probably deflecting and hiding something.

Speaking of Bakugou’s tendency to to hold back emotional stuff, there’s his apparent lack of issue with Deku calling him Kacchan. Maybe to begin with, in his warped perception of things where he thought they hated each other, Bakugou saw it as Deku’s way of getting back at him for calling him “useless,” and didn't dare give any indication that it actually bothered him. However... consider how betrayed Bakugou has appeared when he was noticeably thinking Deku was looking down on him- the bridge scene, and the beginning of their first year at UA when he thought Deku was hiding a quirk all along. He looks shocked and hurt. That kind of emotion couldn’t be invoked by someone Bakugou didn’t actually care about his relationship with. “Kacchan” comes from a long time ago, before their relationship was strained, so it’s connotations are pure. Maybe somewhere deep down, Bakugou has always been hoping that Deku’s continued use of the nickname was not simply a matter of habit or teasing, but a vestige of friendship they’re both clinging to, and Bakugou himself was too afraid to admit to himself that he felt this way about it, so he mostly ignored it. (These are not original thoughts I am having here lol, this is a common interpretation. I’m just laying everything out like I said.)

And now we turn to the current situation. Personally, I’ve been looking frantically back and forth between them wondering who’s going to break down first (Deku vs. Kacchan Part 3, this time it’s just a fight to get the other person to cry? ha.) Both have looked like they’re approaching a breaking point for some time. Also, I’ve addressed this before, but I think it’s significant that Bakugou is no longer wearing his mask with his hero costume, in contrast to Deku recently donning his own. It feels symbolic of Bakugou about to be upfront about how he feels.

The question is, what is it going to take to get Deku to accept help? If you ask me, Deku has dug himself so deeply into the I’m-doing-this-for-everyone-else’s-safety-and-smiles hole, no common sense argument can possibly reach him. By the end of 320, Deku’s mask is off, and we can see how desperate he truly is. But he has not cried, yet. I predict we’re going to see a bit more of his defiance, this time on full display on his face as the remaining class members and his other friends take their turns. But then I think Bakugou has to be the one to break down so Deku can witness his actions having the opposite effect he intended. People have been pointing out that Deku is currently ignoring Bakugou, and oof, that’s gotta be intentional. Regardless of what Bakugou says, it’s going to be wrapped up not only in his understanding of Deku’s self-sacrifice, but also the betrayal Bakugou feels at being ignored/left behind that ironically echoes his previous perception of being looked down on, as well as a need to express how much he cares about Deku before it’s too late. He must show that the two of them are inseparable because they both act to save each other without thinking, and both feel like losing the other would be like dying themselves. All Might may have been right when he told them they could learn from each other after Deku vs. Kacchan Part 2, but he didn’t fully realize that idea by making sure they stuck by each other for support and balance.

I can’t wait to see what it’ll be like when they do finally get to that point, totally in synch and in tune with each other. They’ll be a powerful force no one is quite prepared for. Who knows when that will be, or even which chapter will be their big showdown, but I know the day is coming.

To speculate even further, I think the 2nd user is going to be really important really soon. And no I don’t mean to suggest that the 2nd user is Bakugou. But I do think their resemblance is key. Okay this is gonna be convoluted...

See how 2nd is the only one still standing? I think that’s symbolic of him withholding his quirk. Deku may not even know what it is at this point, let alone have unlocked it. Given that 2nd approves of Deku’s strategy at this point, it seems odd for him to withhold his quirk based on lack of faith. I think if his quirk was something that would help Deku in combat, he would have shown it to him already like the others did. So what if those gauntlets of his are support items that are meant to make up for his lack of a combat-oriented quirk, rather than to augment it? Mind you, I still have no idea what his mysterious power might be, but I’m dead set on it not being explosion-y. Regardless, I think 2nd looking like Bakugou is more about aiding some grand visual parallel, so! You know how 2nd and 3rd were probably intending to do away with Yoichi but 2nd changed his mind as soon as they made eye contact? This is really a long shot, but I wonder if 2nd’s quirk has something to do with that exchange. Maybe it’s something psychological, or some 6th sense about people he meets. So... in that way 2nd’s quirk could play a role in bkdk reaching a deeper understanding? Idk! But it could be significant at least that 2nd left Yoichi’s question about why he reached out to him unanswered.

One more thing- while I was gathering screenshots I found this. I think “you’re the last one I’m telling” might be foreshadowing for Bakugou revealing his hero name to Deku and it being a Big Deal:

As for other lingering threads in the overall plot right now, such as the UA traitor, Stain, whatever Tsuyu is apparently about to do, All Might’s car maybe in the background of the last page of 320... man I have no idea. All I know is there’s literally 320 chapters’ worth of build-up to this confrontation that can’t be interrupted.

See you next week <3

#phew that was a lot #I just wanted to show how things are aligning #I know a lot of this has been said #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 320 #bnha 321 #mha #bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha meta #lin speaks

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Damage, Pt. 2

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Holly Woods

Word Count: 3.8 K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF Read at your own risk. Pining, angst, FWB, graphic sex, protected sex, talk of getting tested for STD’s, Krispy Kreme, and all the feels.

A/N: It’s my birthday and I missed Rafa and Holly, so I wrote my own deliverance. At this point, these two are so oblivious, it isn’t funny. This happens just after Last Christmas.

This December adventure began early that morning, as Daveed and Rafa taught your writing classes and then hosted a Holiday showcase for your kids.

They donated their time and talents as a favor for you. It was so damn cute and thoughtful that you’d thanked Rafael and then kissed him under the mistletoe. Almost as if you were in a relationship.

Almost.

You weren’t in a relationship, however. You’d only shared two nights together, as friends who fucked, and you had an understanding that it wouldn’t be any more than that. Rafael and you had an agreement to service each other for the time being, no commitment, no feels.

And who were you to him? He was a creative, a star who could jet off around the world in a moment’s notice for a glamorous affair. You were just a school teacher who worked every day in LA. Rafael would never want you for his girl. So this situationship served a utilitarian purpose, not a romantic one.

After the kiss, Rafael’s mind was whirring. He slowly backed away and checked the time, noticing that it was just after 9 pm. The night was young. He didn’t want the night with you to end.

Rafael felt the urge to be with you again, but he didn’t want to push his luck. You were so dope and the fact that you didn’t know it made you even more so. You were refreshing with your intelligence, adding to the facts that you did not give a fuck who he was, did not play to his ego, and did not want him to wife you.

That last part was refreshing, but also troubling as he evaluated his feelings for you. But there were no feelings to be involved; you’d made that clear. If he fell for you, you’d probably end it. You clearly didn’t want to be bothered with his lifestyle, and frankly, he didn’t deserve you.

But he could possibly have tonight. It would be the last chance to be with you before you went to Houston to visit your family for Christmas, and the thoughts of you he’d had since Tuesday couldn’t wait another week.

You gathered yourself together and got your emotions in check. You told yourself that you were just fond of him as a friend, but that’s where the sentiment ended. You only had to repeat that to yourself about three times before your heart started to slow down.

Rafael smiled at you, crossing his legs and leaning on your desk while watching you work, finally getting your things together so that you could leave. It had been a long day.

You were wearing your work clothes, white button down shirt, black pencil skirt and heels. Your Christmas cardigan had been discarded when you started cleaning up. That skirt was fit. ting. Damn, that ass. You were all covered up, but the clothes got him a little hard.

You watched him watching you and gave him a smile that made his blue-greens light up.

“Did you have fun with my badass kids today?”

Rafa laughed at your joke. He saw how much you loved your students.

“They’re not bad. Some kids just need different ways to learn and show that they’ve learned. But you know that already.”

He shook his head at you. He could read you like a book.

“You try to pretend that you’re mean Ms. Woods but I know better. They wouldn’t love you so much if you were mean to them. Like young Timothy. He sure does love you a lot. You’re… what is it he called you? His Cutie Pie?” Rafa looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. Timmy was his nemesis.

There was something in his voice that made you stop and look. Could Rafa be jealous of a kindergartner? Nah. But he was certainly worked up.

You smiled mischievously, walking towards him with some workbooks in your hand.

“I am ‘Mean Ms. Woods.’”

You came close to him and leaned beside him to put the workbooks on your desk. Standing in front of him, your legs on either side of his, Rafael got caught up. He kept his hands clasped in front of him and eyes on you as you got close. But he couldn’t help but lean in, try to look down your shirt and kiss you on your neck.

You stepped back before his lips made contact, teasing him. The way he huffed and clenched his jaw got you going. That smoldering look and flashing green eyes always did.

You definitely wanted to give him some, if he wanted, after what he had pulled off today for your kids. You were happy that he seemed to want you too. But you were chilling. You wondered about other women in his rotation.

You laughed a little and smiled, shaking your head at yourself.

“What?”

Rafa smiled, seeing that you were flustered about something and hoping that something was him. He knew the cat and mouse game was just beginning.

It had been just three days but he was feening for you. Especially after seeing you with your kids this morning. You were something special. Someone he couldn’t let… He stopped his train of thought as you started talking.

“Timothy is a handful. Mischievous, hella smart, quick witted. And a little charmer. He’s always trying to get a kiss. He has a ton of potential. Reminds me of someone else…”

Rafael’s quick wit turned you the fuck on. Not to mention his face. And... Whew. Your thoughts were getting out of control.

The way you were smiling at him made Rafa‘s heart leap. He tried to push the emotions down and just feel the physical. But he did care about you. A lot.

“Ok, enough about Timenstien. Let’s talk about adult things…” He just wanted to pick you up and carry you outta here the way you cocked your head at him.

“...Like the arrangement for benefits without borders. The tests, the shot… “ You just continued to stare at him. When you licked your lips, Rafa put his hands in front of him to cover up his hard on.

You laughed again. “‘Benefits Without Borders,’ you should copyright that.”

“Yeah, or call it, ‘FWB Raw’” Rafael had jokes.

You cracked up. “I can’t with you, Rafa.”

Rafael’s face fell. “I mean your jokes, I can’t with your jokes. Sheesh.”

You turned around to gather more books. Rafa fixed his face, but his eyes couldn’t leave your ass.

“Anyway, I already started the process. I went and was able to get an appointment Wednesday after school, so the shot should take effect next week.”

After the night you’d had Tuesday, you definitely wanted to experience that again. It was fortunate that your doctor had an opening on such short notice.

Rafa’s heart leapt when he heard that, but his face showed no emotion, just a cocked eyebrow when you turned back around.

“Word?”

“Word. Yeah, I’m actually leaving Sunday morning, Christmas Eve, and won’t be back until the 30th...So.”

“So…” Rafa’s eyes, they were changing colors on you. It put you off balance.

“So, if we go get the tests tonight, next week might be available for no barrier method benefits between friends That is if you still want to….” You bit your lip. Rafa cleared his throat and you saw a smile playing around his mouth.

“Let’s think about the last time when that almost happened.” And he paused so you could go there. You had to lean on one of the children’s tables to think of the shower. You were most definitely wet right now.

Rafa watched you as you had to open your mouth to breathe.Yes, he was definitely about to get some tonight. He wanted more than just sex, but right now he would take what he could get. Then your face changed to uncertainty.

“By the time I get back, you’ll probably have other plans for New Year’s weekend…”

Rafa was confused. “Nah, I’m going next door for Utkarsh and Naomi’s party… aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you-- we-- might have dates or something.”

Ohhhhh. That’s what was up. Rafa nodded. Shit. You might have someone else in the rotation.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. True that. There’s a couple of people, I mean. A few.”

Rafa was lying through his teeth, no one in his phone could hold a candle to you. Sure, they were ready, willing and able. But they were not you. And you didn’t have to know that.

“See, so…”

Rafa mourned the lost vibe. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not caring how it looked anymore. You watched him and longed to have your fingers in his mane, but you were chilling.

“Look. The other night we said that this was a special deal between us. I don’t wanna tie you down. We’ll just see how things go, I mean, you might hook up in Houston…” He watched you, waiting for you to deny it.

You didn’t deny it simply because you did not know how to say that the only one you wanted to take advantage of the situation was him. You just stared at him. When you didn’t say anything, he went on.

“...old flames, new boos, whatever. The tests will be good information to have in any circumstance. I say we go for it.”

"Let's get it!"

An hour later you were at the Krispy Kreme donuts on Crenshaw on the way to your place. You had already dropped your car off and were now chilling with the homie after getting tested for STDs.

You were staring in the window of the bakery, watching the donuts getting that hot glaze now and licking your lips. They were so tempting. You were thinking donuts and Rafa was thinking the same about your lips.

"I don't think these will help with my anemia." Your little laugh was so cute to Rafa.

The only bad news you’d got from the blood tests was that you needed more iron. You were both clean and ready to go.

"Let's get some. That glaze does something to me. I just want to lick some of that creamy stuff from around that hole..." Rafa was staring at you while he spoke, the “Hot Donuts Now” sign casting an eerie red light on half of his face.

"You’re so nasty...." you giggled.

Rafael screwed up his face.

"What? I'm talking ‘bout some donuts. I don't know what you're talking about." Rafa felt irrationally happy being here with you. Because you were a great friend. Yeah, that was it.

You got a dozen and left on the way to your house. You stole a donut while riding. You looked at him while licking your fingers.

You’d decided that you wanted to have him before you left, even if you had to use protection. After you ate the donut, you put your thumb in your mouth, sucked for a second, and removed it with a loud pop, still staring at Rafa.

He almost pulled over to the side of the road. But he was determined. "Hmmmm." Was all he replied as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

You put your hand on Rafael’s knee and moved it up a few inches to his dick. It was appropriately swollen. You smiled and started stroking it through his pants. You felt it get harder.

"I’ve been thinking about you a lot tonight. What you did for the kids was so… It was nice. On the other hand, I can’t wait for you to fuck my throat."

Rafa almost choked on nothing. You always surprised him and made him feel like an insecure, horny teenage boy. But he wasn't going out like that. You were just a few minutes from your place.

"You know what. I'd love to see those tits right now."

“Right now? While you are driving?”

“I’m grown. Been driving since I was 15. I got this.”

You giggled, but reached up and unbuttoned your shirt. Your breasts were bathed in the moonlight, sitting perky and upright in your sheer black bra. Holy fuck. Your nipples were calling to him.

He'd distracted you from his dick, but his mouth was watering. All he wanted was to fulfill your dirty fantasies. He reached your apartment and turned off the car. You leaned back against the window. Rafael turned towards you, appraising you impassively. He had to use his acting skills to seem calm. Damn, you had him twisted.

"Touch them for me."

You licked your lips at his command.

"But I think I still have some glaze on my..."

Rafa just stared at you.

You did as you were told and pulled your bra cups down, freeing your breasts. You started feeling and pulling on your nipples. Your eyes were half closed in ecstasy as you started moaning and fogging the windows of Rafa’s car. He was right there with you as he palmed himself through his pants and feasted his eyes on you for a few minutes.

He leaned over and took over your breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked each of them, making you wet all over again.

“Mmmmm. So sweet.” He looked up at you, his breath fanning your face from below.

You giggled. “It’s the icing from the donut.”

“Nah girl, it’s just how you taste. Like the sweetest ambrosia.”

Damn, his words. Rafael Casal and his damn words. You just stared at him, speechless.

Rafael drew in a ragged breath and reached over to pull your bra up and button your shirt just enough to be decent going into your apartment. It was so tender. But in a no feels kind of way.

“Let’s go on up.”

Rafa peered into your soul. Sure, you wanted him. But was it really just for friendship and occasional dick?

“Eager, are we?”

His voice did something to you. The soft tenor and the earnestness of his requests of you made you melt. How did he do things to you without touching you? You didn’t want to analyze it too much, so you threw the question back on him.

“You’e not?” Your challenge threw him off. He chuckled to hide his nerves.

“Yes, I’m eager Holly. I’ve been thinking about the last time since the last time. I want you.”

You closed your eyes and licked your lips, trying to center yourself. “That’s cool.”

You reached for your bag and moved to get out of the car.

“Hold on,” Rafa moved quickly to get out and go around to open the door for you, his chivalry not unnoticed by you. Again, the little things made you want him even more. This was not going to be good for your heart when he decided to move on.

You led the way to your place and started up the stairs to your apartment before him.

It seemed as if that ass was going left to right in slow motion as Rafael watched it intently. He shook his head to see if he was bugging. When you glanced at him over her shoulder, he knew.

He grinned at you and looked back at it when you turned back around, catching a glimpse of a garter belt on your thighs through the slit in your skirt as you climbed the stairs.

Holy fuck! He had to have you. He rubbed his fingers right before reaching out to verify, then drew them back, because it wouldn’t do to fuck you outside on the stairs of your apartment building.

Rafa gave you some space as you opened the door, but as soon as you were inside, he pushed you up against the wall, hands everywhere. It seemed as if he’d waited forever and not just three days. You had him addicted.

You moaned as Rafael started kissing down your neck to your cleavage, dropping your bags on the floor by your feet. He saw a peek of your black bra through your shirt. He remembered the garter set and had to see the entire affect. He backed up, taking you in from head to toe.

"You wanna take those clothes off, or do you want me to rip them off?"

You smiled. "I guess I'll choose the first option."

You slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and peeled the skirt from your hips. It was so seductive that by the time you were done, Rafa had undressed as well, his thick dick in his hands, getting it ready for you.

You stood before him, in a sheer black lace bra and garter set, with no panties. The fact that you had been like that all day under your clothes made him get even harder. And you were looking at what he was holding and licking your lips.

"You hungry?"

"Yes. Please."

"C'mere."

Rafael laid you down on the couch. He turned your head and filled your mouth as he stood at one end of the sofa. He used his free hand to twist and flick your rock hard nipples through your bra. Damn, he loved it when you moaned with his dick in your mouth.

“You like that Holly? This what you wanted?”

You were ravenous, stroking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth naturally. And you were busy, so you just nodded. Rafa continued to torture your nipples with one hand, but moved his other hand down to your clit, swirling insistent and concentrated circles around it.

You were so worked up that it did not take too long for him to manipulate an orgasm from you. “Damn, girl.”

He was in heaven as you came with your mouth around his dick. Good thing, it muffled the sound. He was concentrating on not shooting off down your throat as he watched you, writhing in your garter set and licking his fingers, and then moving down to eat some of your delicious cream.

Rafa held your hips down mercilessly as you fought your next orgasm. He tongued you through it, taking all that you had to give him and successfully keeping you from running from it.

When he rose from between your legs, and wiped his face with the back of his hand, you looked as if you were going to sleep, your eyes vacant and rolling back in your head. You were in shock from all the pleasure.

"Get that ass up."

You languidly obeyed and stood before him, eyes glowing and sexy ass lips smiling. Something in Rafael’s heart lurched and he couldn’t explain to anyone why. He was mad for some reason.

Conflicted with different emotions, he just grabbed your waist and roughly turned you around, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back as he bent you over the arm of the couch.

You looked amazing in what you were wearing. He rubbed your ass before he smacked it, hard. Rafa was rewarded with a moan and an arched back.

“Are you ready for this dick?” He smiled as he put the tip alllllmost in.

“Wait…”

Then he remembered. “Shit.”

He went into your bedroom, seeing your suitcase set up and mostly packed for the trip. He brushed away the feeling that he had at what that meant and quickly went to your bedside table for a condom. He didn’t want to lose the vibe.

He came back into the living room to the sight of you still bent over, head resting on the couch cushion. He stroked himself to full staff again, put the condom on, and lined up with your cunt.

“Still ready?”

He didn’t have to ask as he heard your moan and felt you try to push back to take him. He stilled your movement with this hand on your hip, wanting to prolong the anticipation. His heart skipped a beat as you asked him for it.

“Please, Rafa, please give it to me…”

“Damn.”

He sank into you, none too easily.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. And so wet. I love to see you cream for me, Holly. Can’t wait to feel it again.” He couldn’t wait until you returned, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about condoms. That is if you hadn’t…

He brushed the thought of you with another man out of his mind and slapped your ass, angry again. You whimpering beneath him had him almost out of control. You, it seemed, were on the same page.

“Oh, Rafa. I’m so close already. I’m going to….” Rafa just kept hitting that spot, making your knees buckle. You were grateful for the support of the couch arm.

“Fuck, Rafa… I’m gonna c-c-cummmmmm.” You started pounding around him, and he grabbed the back of your neck.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fuck, fuck.” Rafa had no other words at the moment.

You were screaming into the couch cushion as he emptied his cum into the condom, his hips stuttering and erratic in their rhythm.

He leaned over you and onto your back after he was spent, for just a few moments. Then, he straightened up and made his way to your bathroom to get rid of the condom.

Rafael washed up a little and looked at himself in the mirror. It was hopeless. He brought out a washcloth for you and found you curled up on the couch.

“Let me..” Rafa approached you to clean you up, and you let him, trying not to register the intimacy and tenderness of the act. He was just being a good friend.

When he was done, you thanked him and went to the bathroom, shaking your head at yourself in the mirror. You felt helpless and a slave to the feelings that weren’t supposed to be there.

You made your way back into your bedroom, took off the garter and hose, and pulled on some sweats and a tee.

In the living room, Rafa was dressed as well. And standing by the door. Your heart sank a little. But you smiled and went toward him.

“Thank you, that was just what I needed after a long week. You headed out?”

Why didn’t you just invite him to stay over?

“Yeah, I better go. You probably have a ton to do before you leave.”

Rafael didn’t know how to say that he wanted to stay, but if he did, he would wind up saying too much. “Can I have a hug?” He needed you in his arms, just one more time.

You smiled at him. “Is it even a question, after what we just did?”

You were sad that he didn’t want really to hug, he just wanted to fuck. He was just being nice, but that didn’t keep you from burying your head in his chest and squeezing tight as you went into his embrace.

Rafael inhaled the scent of your hair and closed his eyes as he cradled you, holding you close to his heart. “You have a safe trip, and a good time with your people. Merry Christmas again, Holly.”

Your eyes welled up as you kept your head in his chest. “I will, Rafa. Thank you so much again for today. It was everything. Merry Christmas, Rafa. Have a good one.”

You lowkey wiped your eyes on his shirt before you looked up at him and smiled. You gazed at each other for a minute before he let you go.

“See you in a few days. You know, maybe.” He fumbled for the doorknob behind him.

You laughed and smiled, catching his heart. “Yeah, see you next week. Possibly.”

“Bye Holly.” He’d finally found the doorknob and was backing out of it.

“See ya, Rafael.” You were shaking your head at him as you closed the door.

You leaned against it for a long time as Rafa made his way to the car, and banged his head on the steering wheel.

You both were idiots in love. And you didn’t even realize it.

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31% ➳ S. Reid

Pairing: Spencer x neutral! Reader (if I missed something please tell me!)

Word count: 2,4k

Warnings: Suggestive content, Spencer and reader really have the hots for each other

The nature of your friendship with Reid has been flirtatious from the start. So flirtatious that the team thinks it’s all a joke... right? (A/N: Please don’t ask me what this is. I wrote this in one sitting while suffering from PMS, I don’t even know anymore.)

“Look at that walk.” Morgan chuckled to Emily for everyone but especially you to hear. You rolled your eyes, yet couldn’t help the smug grin on your face. Like girls in high school ready to hear the newest gossip your two colleagues and closest friends leaned over your desk. “You, sweetie, got laid.” You let out a happy sigh and leaned back in your chair. Last time you had been this relaxed had been… god, you couldn’t even remember it.

“What’s their name?” Emily grinned, stealing a sip of coffee from your mug. “And do they have a brother? Sister? Cousin?” You lifted your brow. “A respectable, decent human being like me doesn’t kiss and tell. But it’s a he. And he’s all mine.” Both Morgan and Emily lifted their eyebrows in surprise. “(Y/N)? Getting territorial? We love to see it.” Morgan teased. You squinted at him. “You know what? I loved flaunting my post-coital bliss in front of you, but quite frankly I’m starting to feel attacked now, so I’ll go hang out with Garcia.” Emily feigned a pout. “Come on! At least give us some details!” You just winked at her after getting up from your seat and disappeared down the hallway. On the way to Penelope’s office, you didn’t miss Spencer’s searing hot look on you, a hint of the same smug smile on his lips that had been on yours when you had entered the BAU this morning.

“(Y/N), this is bad. We’re breaking at least three policies just by being here together right now. Also, relationships between colleagues are rarely a good idea.” You chuckled and pressed another kiss to Spencer’s neck. “Then why does it feel so good, Spence? And, actually, workplace hookups are way more common thank you think. About 31% of them even end up in marriage.” “Are you using my own weapons against me right now? That’s hot.” He murmured and pulled you further into his lap. You looked down into his eyes, your gaze dropping to his lips momentarily before wandering back up again. There was just something about him that made you feel like you were on fire, as if an electric current ran between the two of you. You bit your lip and played with his tie. “You have to know how I feel whenever you’re spitting your facts at least once, too.” Your eyes met again, and then your lips were on his.

Spencer and you had gotten along like a house on fire from the day you had joined the BAU. Somehow the two of you had clicked right into place after just a short period of Spencer warming up to you. Before anyone could even tell what was happening you had become the team’s new dynamic duo. Your sharp wit matched his, and what he was too shy to say you spat right out. And that everlasting tension between you had been there from the beginning, too. It had almost cost you your sanity, the way the air in a room would change as soon as Spencer was in it, the way his mere presence made you want to either pounce on him or rip your lashes out. For a while, it had been enough to just bury that attraction where everyone could see it, in plain sight beneath heaps and heaps of slightly inappropriate flirting. Spencer would blurt out how your new heels gave you just the right height to make out with him, you would blurt out how you would like to see him in his glasses and nothing else. Everyone had taken your remarks as jokes, and you had always laughed with them. But there had never been anything funny about the shocks of electricity jolting through your fingers whenever your hands accidentally met or about the warmth seeping through you whenever you slept propped up against each other on the jet. All that tension had unloaded one day after an unusually hard case. Spencer and you had been taken hostage by an Unsub on a psychotic break, and it had only been due to luck and good timing that you had made it out alive. After debriefing, you had found yourself in an abandoned hallway of whatever precinct you had been in, and then your eyes had met. The look in them had been the same. Slightly frazzled, pupils still widened from the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You had both been so high on the incredibleness of still being alive that suddenly, you had decided to just fucking do what your body had been telling you to do for so long already. “I think I’m going to kiss you now.” You had breathed out, barely audible. Spencer had leaned against the wall behind him and lifted his chin as if he had been daring you to do it. “Okay.” He had whispered back. And then your lips had met in what you could swear had been the best kiss of your life. Your hands had tangled themselves in his hair as if they had been supposed to be there all along, and his hands had fit in the groove of your waist as if they had been made for it. Maybe you had both been made for each other.

“It looks like the unsub is citing the karma sutra.” JJ’s gaze wandered over the book excerpts up on the case board. “A sexual sadist maybe?” Spencer shook his head almost excitedly, a familiar gleam in his eyes which he got whenever a case was particularly interesting to him. “See, that’s the interesting part. 80% of the karma sutra is actually just love-related philosophy and how to sustain desire. There is no sexual component to his murders, so I think he might either be trying to throw us off or create some sort of bizarre scavenger hunt.” While chewing on one of the fries Emily had brought you all for dinner you let your eyes wander over the pictures of sex positions and quotations on the board, then to the copy of the book lying right in front of Spencer on the table. “Well, it’s definitely an interesting choice to make for a book. Spence, you’ll keep it memorised for later, right?” You spoke, mostly out of habit. Spencer winked at you in response and Morgan choked on his burger. “There’s people eating here!” He spluttered out, pointing at Hotch, who looked like he wanted to die, and Rossi, who was watching the scene unfold with an amused smile on his face. All he was missing was a bucket of popcorn to match the level of detachment he was displaying. Prentiss just laughed and turned her attention to you. “(Y/N), does your boyfriend know about your workplace flirting buddy?” She knew exactly what she was doing, a mischievous glint in her eyes. You felt your face fall for the split of a second but immediately regained your composure. “Nice try, honey. I’m still not telling you about him. Also, for what it’s worth, he’s not the jealous type. So he doesn’t mind.” You deliberately avoided Spencer’s gaze, praying to whichever deities out there that you weren’t blushing.

Later that evening, back in your apartment, you could tell that something was on Spencer’s mind. He had taken some paperwork home that, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t have taken him longer than an hour. But it had been two and a half hours already, and the subconscious mumbling he only did when he was extremely anxious set you off. “Spence, baby, are you okay?” You had been his roommate for long enough to know that he needed someone to be there in moments like these. The two of you sharing an apartment had been a decision for practicality’s sake more than anything. You had slept over at each other’s apartments half of the time before that anyway, and this way, you were even able to save up some more to hopefully soon buy the house of your dreams. The team probably didn’t even know about the two of you living together, and if they knew, they had probably just added it to the list of weird things Spencer and you did. Spencer hadn’t even heard, and it took you placing your hand on his shoulder for him to return to reality. He looked up at you with a conflicted look, his eyes horribly sad. “Are you alright?” You asked again, sitting down next to him. He nodded and closed the case file he had been working on with a sigh. “I’m okay. I just keep on thinking about what Prentiss said.” You frowned. Emily tended to say a lot of things in just one day. “Back in the conference room. The…” He trailed off to take a deep breath. “The boyfriend thing.” You were still looking at him in confusion. “Am I?” “What?” You asked stupidly. Apparently, your brain had suffered a sudden case of non-functionality. You could feel his frustration get even worse. “Am I your boyfriend, (Y/N)?”, Spencer finally explained for you to catch on. Suddenly, a laugh escaped your lips. “Well, I mean I hope so.” Now it was he who looked like his mind was failing him. “I mean, to be honest, I hadn’t really properly thought about it, but I definitely bragged about my hot, intelligent FBI boyfriend to my friends from high school. So, I guess it would be really nice if you actually were. I mean, I think I haven’t slept in my own bed in weeks.” A smile had spread across Spencer’s face, a light pink hue dusting his cheeks. “I uh… I described you as my partner in the letters to my mom, too. I didn’t know how else to describe it to her. Because I … I guess I was hoping that this wasn’t just us sleeping together from the start. I trust you, (Y/N), more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. And I like having you by my side.” Not able to stop yourself, you closed the distance between the two of you to press your lips to his. Keeping your relationship with Spencer undefined for any longer than that would have been a huge waste of potential.

Somehow, you had always expected that Spencer would one day expose the two of you by taking it too far with your flirting. He hadn’t been all too experienced with dating, sex and everything beyond that before you, that was something he had told you himself once after a few glasses of your favourite red wine. But what you really hadn’t expected was running into Emily in an IKEA, of all places. Ever since once and for all defining your relationship you had moved into his bedroom for good, which left room for creativity in your old room. The two of you had been walking around the furniture store hand in hand, Spencer with a potted plant already under his arm, when you’d suddenly heard Emily calling out your name. If it hadn’t been for Spencer’s hand firmly in yours you would have booked it down the aisle of Malm closets, but this way all you could do was turn around with a deliberately composed expression. “Hi, Em.” You smiled as if you hadn’t just run into your colleague slash best friend while holding the hand of your also colleague, slash boyfriend. Prentiss looked like she was trying to make sense of the situation, her eyes fleeting back and forth between you and Spencer. “Is this something you do now? Hold hands and buy plants together?” You had to suppress a laugh and almost pitied her for her confusion. Spencer was forcing himself not to smile as well, swaying your still intertwined hands back and forth. “It’s not a big deal Emily, we just need some things for our apartment.” Her eyes looked just about ready to pop out of her skull at that. “Your apartment?! (Y/N), what about your boyfriend- oh.” Her eyes widened even more if that was even possible. “OH!” She almost yelled, and now you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips anymore. “No one will ever believe you.” You grinned, pressed a kiss to her cheek and pulled Spencer back to your shopping cart with you.

The next day, Emily sat at her desk with her head in her hands when Spencer and you entered the bullpen. She looked positively traumatised and now you were all the more glad that you had bought her a breakfast muffin on the way to work. “Hey, Em.” You greeted her hesitantly, you tone causing Morgan to look up from his screen. He always immediately knew when something was off. “So, Spencer, huh?” She mumbled instead of a greeting, mustering the two of you up and down. It wasn’t abnormal for the two of you to constantly be glued to each other’s sides, but now she was probably starting to see that from a whole new perspective. You could hear Morgan get up and trip over his chair in his haste to get to Emily’s desk, but your whole focus was on her at that moment. You smiled. “Yup. Don’t ask me how, or why, but I’m sure about him. He’s also just really fucking attractive.” At that, she laughed, and Spencer pouted playfully. “You only like me for my body, (Y/N).” You rolled your eyes and nudged him with your elbow. “I’m trying to make a point here, honey. But yeah, it’s Spence, and I’m happy it’s him.” “You know, I feel like I should probably be more surprised by this, but it’s not really much of a change from the way you behaved already. Kinda saw it coming.”, Morgan finally spoke up, and you couldn’t be more grateful to him for being so cool about the whole situation. “Aren’t you guys worried about the pressure of all of this? You know, workplace romances and everything?” Emily mused. Somehow, she had already switched back into concerned friend mode. But much to your surprise it was Spencer who spoke up and pulled you closer to his side with an arm around your waist. “Someone once told me that workplace romances are actually really common and that 31% of them even end in marriage.” You felt the biggest smile grow on your face and turned to look him in the eyes. “I don’t really know anything, about any of this. But I trust (Y/N), and I trust what we have. I’m just hoping that maybe we’ll be up in those 31%.” You couldn’t help it. You just had to press a kiss to his cheek for that. “I’m hoping for that, too.” You mumbled. Despite Morgan’s and Emily’s theatrical gagging at your public display of affection, you couldn’t help but feel like this was a significant moment. You were really doing this. And boy, were you serious about it.

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minimitchell · 3 years

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Thank you! I’m the one who asked about a ballum ff and there is no rush at all. It would include smut but that’s ok no 🙂 It would be Ben & callum travelling in a night bus (to somewhere) and they’d be in the very back of the bus and none of the other passengers would notice their little action time (bottom Ben straddling callum). There’s no plot lol. Callum would actually be asleep and Ben waking him, hands already all over him/under his shirt and he would have some convincing to do for Callum to be on board with it. Or something like that. Could include some funny/embarrassing moments (for Callum).Tx! .. no need to post this maybe. 😇 Or just call it the night bus request. 🚌 💕

the fantasy of you and i keeps me up awake at night (ao3 link)

sorry it took a while, anon, but here we go. also this is so outside my normal comfort zone for smut but i'm hoping y'all enjoy it anyway.

Taking a bus from London to Amsterdam might easily be the worst idea they have ever had.

The worst part is that there isn’t even a solid reason for them doing this. It’s not like they can’t afford a flight to Amsterdam, they definitely can. But for some reason Callum somehow managed to talk him into taking a Flixbus across the channel, just to save a few bucks. We’re homeowners now, he said. We should save money where we can, he said.

Ben kind of hates how easily he folds when it comes to his husband.

They’re about halfway through the hours-long trip, somewhere in France in the middle of the night, and the already quite empty bus is dark and mostly silent, except for that one guy near the middle who’s snoring like a small chainsaw. It seems like all the passengers are dead asleep right now - everyone except for Ben that is.

Him and Callum are in the very last row of seats; Callum in the window seat and Ben next to him. There are rows of empty seats in front of them, all the way up to the middle portion of the bus, so at least there’s some illusion of privacy. It’s definitely better than the bus being filled to the brim.

Callum is turned towards the window, a sweater bundled together to rest under his head like a pillow. He always does this on long journeys and Ben isn’t jealous of it at all, no way. He just wishes he could fall asleep in a car or on a train or on a plane, but sadly he can’t. Not like his husband can.

Ben has never been able to sleep in a moving vehicle. Ever since he was little he just couldn’t do it. It’s always too loud or not dark enough or he isn’t comfortable enough to fall asleep. Which is a pretty unfortunate circumstance when you’re trapped in a bus for hours on end in the middle of the night.

At first, he tried doing other things to keep himself entertained. He watched some videos on his phone, bothered Jay until he obviously fell asleep himself and then tried just looking out the window at the French countryside. Nothing helped alleviate his boredom and he certainly wasn’t going to spend the rest however many hours just sitting around here.

He needed something to tire him out or at least keep him occupied for some time.

And he has just the idea what that could be.

Ben leans forward into Callum’s space, letting his hand run up and down Callum’s arm, slightly shaking to get him to wake up again. He can’t have been asleep for long, or in a deep slumber yet, because he starts twitching almost immediately; that familiar crease between his eyebrows appearing like it always does right before he wakes up.

“Babe? Babe. Cal, wake up.”

There’s only a groan as a response, but Ben can tell Callum is well on his way to consciousness right now. Even if he’s probably still hoping Ben will just leave him alone if he doesn’t engage.

“What?”

Callum turns around to face him, eyes still stubbornly closed; almost like he’s planning on falling back asleep once Ben has told him whatever he wants to say. Not if Ben gets his way though.

“I can’t sleep.”

Ben can feel more than hear the annoyed sigh Callum lets out at that. He cracks one eye open, peering down at Ben beside him, and whatever he finds must convince him he’s not going to go back to sleep for a while, because the next thing he does is sit up straighter, opening both of his eyes now.

He’s probably used to it after well over two years with Ben. His inability to fall asleep on the road has come up time and time again since they got together. At first, Callum thought it was a cute little quirk; like you always do when you’re first falling for someone and everything about them gives you butterflies.

He still gets them now, the butterflies, but by now Callum is probably more than aware of the fact that Ben’s sleeplessness when travelling affects him as well. Because Ben expects to be entertained by him, or at least for Callum to stay awake with him.

For the most part, Callum is fine with that seeing as they’re never really going anywhere one of them doesn’t drive to but on rare occasions like this one, it’s pretty damn grating. Callum definitely knows they’re both going to be tired and grumpy when they arrive in Amsterdam and that isn’t really how he wants to start this little getaway.

“Have you even tried?”

Ben rolls his eyes in the dark of the bus, only illuminated by the passing streetlights outside. He’s glad it’s not enough for Callum to see his expression; he needs to be on his best behavior if he wants to convince Callum of this idea in his head.

“You could help me fall asleep, you know.”

Ben’s hand runs over Callum’s thigh and dips lower to the inseam of his sweatpants, fingertips brushing against his dick over the soft fabric. Callum doesn’t turn away from the touch, but he does lift his thigh a little so that Ben’s hand dislodges from his place against his cock.

“Ben! No.”

“Come on. No one will notice.”

He leans in close to whisper the words into Callum’s ear, making sure to dart his tongue out and trace along the lobe for good measure afterwards. He’s not above pulling out all the stops to convince Callum to do this with him right now. It might have just been a quick throwaway idea, but the more he thinks about the possibility of it the hornier he finds himself getting.

His hand dips lower again; fingers dancing up and down Callum’s shaft. This time, Callum lets him continue his actions; his dick slowly but surely hardening under Ben’s touch.

“Absolutely not.”

Callum’s protest is weak, his voice already way too breathless to be taken seriously by Ben. If he really were against this, Ben would stop immediately. But he knows his husband pretty well and he can read his body like a book. Every little reaction is telling enough for Ben.

It’s all the go-ahead he needs.

“S’not what your dick says.”

As if to prove a point, Ben tightens his hand, reveling in the hard intake of breath Callum does in response to it. He can tell his husband is trying his hardest to keep the noises in. So much so that Ben almost lets the desire to coax each sound out of Callum overtake him, damning any embarrassing consequences it could bring.

“Because you keep, hm, keep touching it.”

Ben barely manages to keep his gleeful laugh in when Callum pushes his leg out, opening his thighs wider and giving Ben better access to his dick. It means he can crowd in even closer and twist his hand just right, now firmly holding onto his husband’s length. Callum’s head tips backwards against his seat, eyes closing against the onslaught of arousal.

The taught, white skin of his neck is too inviting for Ben not to lean down and attach his mouth to it, trailing up and down.

“Ben, we can’t. Not here.”

Callum leans far enough back to catch Ben’s eyes. Ben thinks he’s trying to look stern and he’d probably succeed if Ben didn’t have his hard cock in his hand right now. The least he can do is offer him some relief.

Ben’s free hand runs up Callum’s chest, his fingers playing with the collar of his dark blue sweatshirt. He presses his nose back up against Callum’s cheek, looking up at him from under his lashes. There’s a smile playing on his face that always seems to come so naturally to him whenever he’s with Callum, even if he’s trying to be sexy right now.

“We’ll be quiet.”

“You’ve never been quiet in your life during sex.”

It’s a good point. An extremely good point considering how many pointed comments they received that period of time they were living at Stuart and Rainie’s flat. Or from Lola before that. So yeah, Callum does have a point when he says he’s not the quietest person during sex.

And it’s not like he can talk as well. Callum is incredibly noisy when he wants to be. Or rather, when he lets himself be.

Maybe Ben just needs to take it up a notch in order to get Callum on board with this.

“It’ll be a laugh. Come on, I know you, baby. You like it a little dangerous. Out in the open. Remember, I know all your fantasies, babe.”

It’s true. Ben had an inkling that there was a secret exhibitionism kink hiding behind Callum’s big innocent giant act when he had no qualms about getting hot and heavy in the park during their first intimate encounter together, but he had no idea just how much Callum gets turned on by the chance of them being interrupted or heard by someone else.

He isn’t opposed to the odd quickie in the car lot or at the Arches when Ben is supposed to be working and anyone could walk in at any time. There are times he gets his husband so riled up with little comments and strategically placed touches that he drags Ben into the toilets in the Albert to give his mouth and hands something else to do. And they’ve even revisited that park once or twice to pay a little tribute to the thing that started it all between them.

So he knows perfectly well that the thought of doing anything here, where any other person on the bus could easily wake up and figure out what exactly they’re doing, must be quite exhilarating for Callum. He can’t really play the purity card when Ben can physically feel him growing harder at his hushed words.

Like he said, he knows Callum. They’re open and honest about what turns them on and off, what they like and dislike. No one has ever known him as intimately and deeply as Callum does and Ben knows it’s the same the other way as well. Ben loves that.

It also means that he can pinpoint the exact second Callum lets himself give in and shifts into what Ben teasingly calls his sexy mode. It’s a win for Ben, for sure.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

Callum wraps his arm around Ben’s waist and tugs until Ben understands what he wants him to do. He sits himself square on Callum’s lap, legs resting on either side of Callum’s hips on the plush seats and fingers immediately finding a home in Callum’s hair, combing through the strands. He hasn’t had it cut in a while, too lazy to do it so close to their little holiday, and Ben can’t find the words to say just how much he loves it like this. He looks almost prince-like when it’s all soft and flat on his head and it’s the prettiest thing in the world to Ben.

“Thought you were gonna say I should be lucky I’m so fit.”

“Hm, that too.”

Callum’s smirk tastes a lot like bliss when their lips meet in a kiss, their tongues brushing almost immediately. Ben is trying hard to keep the sighs from escaping his throat, knowing they have to be quiet for this to go any further. But he can’t help it, kissing Callum is close to being the best thing he has ever gotten to do.

Even if he tried to convince himself otherwise at the time, Ben knew that first time they kissed each other that it was different with Callum; that it felt different with him. When their lips had met that night, he had felt it in his bones. Ben knows how rare it is to feel this way and Callum has never made him feel any different since.

Ben’s hands leave their place in Callum’s hair to travel down his chest, running over the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. He can feel the intake of breath Callum does when he reaches the edge of his sweatpants, fingers dipping under the waistband. Ben looks up to see if there’s any hesitation on Callum’s face, any sign that he isn’t one hundred percent on board with this, but Callum seems perfectly fine by the looks of it, with his eyes still closed like he wants to savor their kisses and the tips of his ears turning pink.

The grey fabric gets pushed down just enough for Ben to free Callum’s still hard cock, lazily sliding his fist up and down the shaft. Seeing Callum bite his bottom lip to refrain from making any noise at Ben’s actions fills him with a surge of heat that travels all throughout his body. Maybe they have to look more into this, if Callum’s inability to make much noise gets Ben so hot and bothered.

Right now though, he’s more concerned with getting himself undressed as well, just enough to get Callum in him. It’s a tight fit back here and Ben has to move around a fair bit to get his own pants far enough down to still be able to move on top of him. Ben has had sex in cars before so he knows how to maneuver himself, but a cramped seat on a bus is still vastly different from lying flat on your back in the backseat of a Ford.

They keep a small packet of lube in the side pocket of the backpack for situations just like this one and it turns out to be a godsend again and again, this time being no different. Ben is the first to admit he used to be a little bit slutty and while he doesn’t care for sex with anyone that isn’t Callum anymore, some remnants of that time in his life still remain. Remnants, for which having lube on hand at all times proves to be very helpful.

He’s glad Callum appreciates their spontaneity as well.

At any other time, Ben would let Callum open him up. His fingers are long and slender, thick enough to fill him just right, and they’re sure to drive him positively mad each and every time. Callum knows where and when to drag, to go fast or when to let Ben catch his breath to keep him teetering just on the brink.

But space is limited as it is and it’s easier for Ben to reach down and open himself up. Besides, seeing the way Callum’s face shifts into open hunger and desire as he watches Ben touch himself more than makes up for the lack of his husband’s fingers in him. There’s so much heat and open amazement for Ben in his eyes, it makes Ben breathless with want for the man in front of him.

The air around them feels thick and stuffy; charged in the best way possible. Ben keeps his lips firmly pressed together, effectively trapping in any sounds threatening to escape; his free hand digging into the skin of Callum’s biceps, making dents in the skin. They could easily be the only two people in this bus, in the world, right now. It feels like it; it always does.

Everything is zeroed down to just them when they’re together like this, like nothing else matters except for them making the other feel good. And he wants nothing more right now than to make Callum feel absolutely wrecked.

Ben detracts his fingers when he feels like he’s at least somewhat ready, reaching out to coat Callum’s dick with the excess lube on his hand. Before he can wrap his fingers around Callum’s length though, he’s stopped by a hand on his chest, causing him to catch his husband’s eyes almost immediately.

“Wait.”

Ben is about to climb down from Callum’s lap, thinking he has changed his mind about this and wanting to give him space, but Callum keeps him seated with a hand on his hip now. Instead, he’s leaning down himself, his other hand disappearing in the backpack still sitting in the space under their seat.

“What?”

The confusion doesn’t lift when Callum eventually finds what he must have been looking for, unearthing two condoms from somewhere in the bag. They obviously haven’t used condoms in ages but they still keep some just in case. Better than throwing them away, right? Ben just doesn’t understand what Callum wants with them now.

“I’m not about to get cum on this bus. And neither are you.”

Ben doesn’t really care about it, but he’s not going to start arguing with his husband when he’s this close to getting lucky. Callum could probably ask him to wear a clown costume and Ben would do it if it meant he’d get fucked by Callum in a timely manner. He’s that whipped for his husband’s dick.

He lets Callum roll the condom onto his dick, suppressing the moan clawing itself up his throat when Callum runs his fingers up and down the length of it for good measure. Maybe having to be completely silent while he’s getting laid is going to be more difficult than Ben had first thought.

Before Callum can put the condom on himself though, Ben stops him to do the honors himself, coating Callum’s dick with the excess lube still covering his other hand. He sinks down as slowly as he can, almost drawing blood from how hard he’s biting down on his bottom lip to keep quiet.

The fabric of Callum’s sweatpants is a stark contrast to his smooth skin and the feeling is simultaneously alien and exhilarating. They don’t have a lot of clothed sex, not like this anyway, and the almost foreign feeling against his bare ass is another stimulant for Ben’s already overloaded brain, all mixing together to create a mess of heightening arousal.

Ben eventually bottoms out, head tipped back and mouth open on a silent gasp. He can feel Callum’s heaving breaths where he’s pressed against him, his chest rising and falling in quick tempo.

“You good?”

Callum mumbles the words into Ben’s own shirt, pressed against his sternum. He sounds wrecked from just those two, little words; out of breath and completely wild. It’s one of the best sounds Ben ever got to hear; topped among other things only by Callum’s uninhibited moans when Ben makes him feel especially good.

Ben’s head tips back forward to nod at his husband, sealing their mouths back together when he begins to move. The rise and fall of his hips pushes sounds from him that he stifles by pressing his firmly-closed lips against Callum’s with all his might. Callum’s hands are fisted in Ben’s shirt, bunching up the back and wrinkling the dark red fabric.

It’s fucking good - it always is with Callum, better than anything he’s known before - but when Callum moves to adjust their bodies to meet Ben’s thrusts halfway, it becomes a little too good. On the next down movement, Callum thrusts up as well and the subtle change in their position means he’s now able to hit deeper, nudging right against that spot that makes Ben see stars.

Callum must be able to sense what this is doing to Ben, must be able to read his body and its tells better than he does himself, because he reaches around to clamp a hand over Ben’s mouth, pushing one finger in for Ben to bite down on it, nipping the scream that’s about to topple out of his mouth in the bud before it can be unleashed.

It would be a miracle if no one heard his moan, even muffled by Callum’s hand over his mouth, and Ben thinks they can really count themselves lucky if they didn’t manage to wake anyone up with it. He’d be more preoccupied with it, if he weren’t so trapped in the feeling of pure pleasure overtaking every nerve-ending in his body.

He’s panting hot against Callum’s hand now; heat spreading in his belly to announce his impending orgasm hurtling closer and closer. It doesn’t feel fair to Ben that he’s the only one struggling to contain his moans though; he thought Callum would have a lot more difficulties holding back.

It’s a good thing he knows Callum better than anyone; knows exactly what makes him lose control. It’s definitely a dirty trick to play but the whole reason they’re doing this right now is because they like it a bit dirty, right? So Ben doesn’t exactly feel bad when he lets one of his hands wander down to Calum’s chest, expertly finding his left nipple. He clamps his other hand over Callum’s mouth before he pinches his fingers, reveling in the way Callum’s hips involuntarily buck upwards in response.

Callum lightly bites the palm of his hand in retaliation and Ben can’t help but smile at it, even in the midst of heavy passion. He just really loves it when Callum is being silly and playful with him. Especially during sex.

The smile quickly dies down though when Callum’s free hand wraps around Ben’s cock, setting a punishing rhythm. Ben isn’t sure when this became seeing who can make the other come first, but he isn’t complaining. Not at all.

Not when it means he gets to feel that burning sensation take over his entire body, his muscles tensing and then relaxing as the waves of his climax wash over him. He must pinch Callum’s nipple again in his haze of pleasure, because he bucks into Ben again once, twice before he’s also coming. The hand that just moments ago had coaxed Ben’s orgasm out of him now snakes around his middle to pull him closer into Callum’s body.

They’re so close they might as well be one entity, one sole person. Their hands fall from each other’s mouths, wrapping around any skin they can reach to unite the two of them in a tight hug. Ben tucks his head into the crease of Callum’s neck, waiting until the tremors subside and their breathing returns to a normal pace.

It takes a lot longer than Ben would like to admit for him to regain the feeling in his legs enough to dismount and fall into the seat beside Callum again. He has just enough brainpower to take the condom off and tie it, thankful for Callum taking it off of him because he would have no idea how or where to get rid of it right now.

He pulls his pants and underwear back up, trying to make himself look at least a bit presentable, but his movements feel slowed down; his limbs already being pulled under the mantle of sleepy exhaustion.

Ben is still too out of it to notice what exactly Callum does to get rid of the condoms but whatever it is, it only takes him a few moments until he leans back into the seat, putting on his own clothes again as well.

“You okay, darlin’?”

“Hm. Tired.”

Callum lets out a quiet chuckle, pulling Ben into his side, letting him tuck himself into his body. He’s definitely all too aware of the fact that Ben always conks out almost immediately after sex and Ben feels his eyes fall shut as soon as his head is pillowed on Callum’s chest.

The last thing he’s conscious of is Callum pressing a kiss to his forehead, mumbling something about getting Ben to shut up, before finally, finally, falling asleep for the remainder of their journey.

He’ll have to keep this in the back of his mind for the ride back.

#ballum #ballum fic #my wriring #posting this now to hopefully get over that block i have about my bb

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mca-attack21 · 3 years

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Shape Shifted - part 1

Hi guys! This is the next part of the Stiles Sis Fic series based loosely (and even that is generous) off of season two episode two. It can be read as a stand-alone. For the rest of this series and more of my writing, click here. I will be updating at least once a week until the series is finished. Enjoy!

Now that Lydia was home and safe, you allowed your thoughts to drift back to Isaac. You laid on your back and stared aimlessly at the ceiling, wondering what it was that he was about to do, or what he already did. You knew that for him not to be straight forward with you that it must’ve been something that he didn’t think you would approve of. And for him to even be considering it, things must’ve been getting worse for him at home again.

Your heart pained to think how his father could… anyways. You wished that you could talk him into reporting it, but every time you brought it up he got so defensive. At some point, you decided that if he was going to go through it you would make sure that he didn’t have to go through it alone. Thinking over the past two months, you felt bad for not trying harder to be there for Isaac. No matter how hectic things had been with Scott and Stiles, it wasn’t an excuse.

You pulled out your phone to text Isaac but were interrupted by a frantic knock at your window.

Speak of the devil

You opened the window and ushered him inside, “Isaac what happened? Are you okay?”

“I-I think that my father’s dead,” he admitted as his breathing sped up.

No amount of anything could have prepared you for those words out of his mouth under these circumstances.

“It’s okay Isaac, just breath, tell me what happened,” you said calmly as you led him over to your bed. It took a few minutes to calm down enough to collect his thoughts, but even then you could see the fear in his eyes.

“You won’t believe me,” he decides, pulling away from you and taking a step towards the window.

“Isaac, you know that there is nothing you could say that I wouldn’t believe. Now please, start from the beginning,” you invite him to sit beside you.

He reluctantly begins, “That night in the graveyard, after I was attacked, there was this man. He saved my life and then started talking about these crazy things. He knew about my dad, and told me that there was a way I could protect myself, a way to make sure that I could never be hurt again. And he explained that it wasn’t going to be easy, but that it would be worth it. I didn’t believe him, not at first, but then he showed me. He gave me a choice, and I accepted his offer,” Isaac explained.

“I’m confused, what was it that he gave you?” you asked.

“He - I -,” he paused for a moment trying to decide the best way to explain this to you, “okay, what I am about to tell you, it’s dangerous and you have to swear not to tell anyone,” Isaac looked up for confirmation but decided it wasn’t enough, “Y/n, I want to hear you say it, I want you to swear to me.”

“I swear, whatever you tell me will stay between us. But god Isaac, you’re starting to scare me.”

Instead of telling you with words, Isaac allowed his eyes to show yellow. He was surprised to see that you didn’t shrink back in fear or hate. Before he could explain further, you caught him off-guard, “You’re a werewolf.”

“How do you know about this?” he asked taken aback.

But you ignored him, “You are a werewolf, which makes the man you met Derek Hale, and if your dad is dead, the hunters are going to think you did it. And even if they don’t tomorrow is a full moon,” you realized.

Isaac stared at you in shock, out of all of the reactions he had played through in his mind, this most definitely was not one of them.

“Isaac,” you said pulling him out of his thoughts, “what happened tonight?”

“It started out how it always starts, my dad and I were eating dinner and then things escalated until he was throwing things at me. He threw this glass right above my head and it shattered leaving a shard in my cheek, just below my eye. I was just going to leave, but my dad saw me heal, so I ran. He followed me and I managed to ditch him, but then I heard his screams. I circled back, and I could smell his blood, too much blood. So I freaked and came here, I didn’t know what else to do,” he explained as his breathing became more frantic again.

“It’s okay Isaac. Everything is going to be okay, I promise. We just need to go see Derek, he’ll know how to handle this. Come on,” you said as you pulled him up and towards the door. You had him wait in the hall as you snuck into your brother’s room and stole the keys to Roscoe.

As the two of you backed out of the driveway, Isaac asked, “How do you know about all of this? Werewolves, Derek, hunters? Did he offer you the bite too? Are you one of us?”

“Not me, Scott. And it is a long and complicated story, but I promise that I will be here to help you through all of this. It might seem overwhelming now, but it’ll all work out, I promise.”

So, the two of you went to Derek’s loft and explained the situation. Derek ordered that Isaac act like normal and lay low until he could figure it out. But outside of that, his curiosity as to what had actually happened was trumping his need to protect Isaac.

A little annoyed at the alpha, you took Isaac back out to the jeep and decided that you were both going to stay the night at your house. After sticking Stiles’ keys back in his room, you went back to Isaac.

“Okay, so let’s get this straight. Because the police are going to question you once they find your father, so it’s better to prepare now. Your dad and you got into a small argument and you left and rode your bike here. You’ve been here all night and tomorrow morning you will come down and eat breakfast with us so that my father can see that with his own eyes. If they ask about anything else, you don’t speak until you have a lawyer present. They can’t hold you unless there is a witness or you admit to doing something. So after they question you, you come back here and we will figure out how to get you through your first full moon.”

“Okay, I can do that,” he agreed, “How are you so good at this? You’re so calm, while I’m over here completely freaking out.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” you joked.

“I’m glad that you are here, I don’t even want to think about what I would do without you.”

“Well fortunately, you don’t have to worry about it. Now get some rest,” you said motioning for him to climb in your bed next to you.

The next morning went to plan. You paraded Isaac in front of your dad. Once you got to school, you stayed in Isaac’s general vicinity offering reassuring smiles every so often. When you weren’t with Isaac, you were with Lydia who was trying to adjust to her first day back after being naked in the woods for three days. She didn’t remember anything, which was probably a good thing, but that didn’t help the fact that everyone was staring at her like she was crazy.

To say that you were relieved when the school day was over was an understatement. If you could get Isaac to stay with Derek past the full moon before the police brought him in for questioning it would definitely be ideal. Now, you just had to make it through practice.

Even as you had that thought though, everything started to go wrong. First, Scott had been able to sense a werewolf and went through the team one by one until he discovered that it was Isaac. Though before any sort of confrontation could occur, the police showed up and took Isaac away for questioning.

You made your way out to Roscoe where Scott and Stiles were and Scott turned to you, “they took Isaac in for questioning, his dad was found brutally murdered earlier this morning.” After seeing your lack of reaction he added, “but it seems like you already knew that.”

“Did you also know that he was a werewolf?” Stiles spoke before you had a chance to say anything.

“He is innocent. And possibly in danger, because in case you haven’t noticed tonight is a full moon. So maybe you should be thinking about what we are going to do if they decide to try to hold him overnight.”

“He’s Derek’s problem,” Scott replied trying to hide the betrayal he was feeling.

“You don’t mean that,” you reply, trying to remember that the full moon was affecting your friend.

“Why not? Maybe this is what it takes for Derek to understand that he can’t just turn innocent teenagers to fuel his power trip” Scott tried to justify, raising his voice.

“Whatever Scott,” you dismissed before turning to Stiles, “take me to the station, I’ll figure this out myself.”

However your brother hesitated not wanting to pick between you and Scott. Having enough of both of them you rolled your eyes, “Fine, I’ll find my own ride,” you said before storming back towards the school.

“Y/n-” Stiles called after you.

“Let her go, we don’t need her,” Scott growled.

“Hey, what is your problem?” Stiles asked defensively.

“If Y/n wants to choose Derek and Isaac over us then we don’t need her, do we?”

“Careful Scott, you are starting to sound jealous,” Stiles said as he threw his bag in the back seat.

“I just think it’s stupid that she is defending them and that she lied to us for god knows how long.”

Stiles decided to just keep his mouth shut as he drove the pair to Scott’s house. Meanwhile, you got a ride to the police station from Danny and were sitting in a chair outside his office. You noticed that there was an officer milling around that you had never noticed before which was saying something considering the fact that your dad was the Sheriff.

You noticed that he ducked into one of the empty offices as your dad came out of the interrogation room, clearly surprised to see you.

“What do you think you are doing here?” he asked as he let you into his office.

“I’m here for Isaac, how are things going?”

“To be honest with you kiddo, not good.”

“Why what happened?”

“We have a witness that the two of them were fighting last night and then his bike was found at the scene of the crime.”

“And if you looked at it, you would’ve noticed that it had a flat tire, which is why Isaac had to walk to our house,” you explained thankful that you had thought to have Derek take care of the tire earlier.

“I know he’s your friend, did you have any idea that his father was abusing him?”

Your face fell, if your dad knew that, it meant that he either had a witness or was able to search Isaac’s house.

“You should have told me,” your father sighed looking disappointed.

“He didn’t want me too,” you tried but you already knew it was hardly an excuse, “but if you know about that, then you should also know that one of the ways his dad punished him was by locking him in a freezer which causes him to become claustrophobic. And locking him in a holding cell would be traumatizing,” you tried to reason.

“So then what would you propose?”

“Find a way to delay the process until tomorrow. Isaac can stay the night at our house so you can keep an on him, take him into your custody or something I don’t know. He just lost his dad, and while their relationship was … complicated, he was still his dad. This is the last thing he needs right now.”

“Y/n…”

“Please Dad, he’s my friend and he’s innocent.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he concedes.

“Can I see him?” you ask as your dad is exiting his office.

“He’s in the first interrogation room.”

“Thank you.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you had been holding, and turned the doorknob to enter the room where Isaac had been left alone.

“How are you holding up?” you asked taking a seat across from him and tossing him a reese's from the vending machine.

“Better now that you are here. I heard you talking to your dad, do you really think that I’ll be able to walk out of here tonight?”

“I hope so, but don’t worry if not I have a back-up plan. Just try to stay calm, I know you are going through a lot today.”

“I can’t believe everything could go wrong so fast, I never wanted this. I just didn’t want to be afraid anymore.”

“You don’t deserve this, and I’m sorry that you are here right now. But I promise you that we will figure this out.”

“I hope so.”

“Let’s try to get your mind on something else,” you said before engaging him in conversation until there was a soft knock on the door and your dad came in.

“Well, Isaac, if you agree to staying in my custody, we are going to let you go for the night. We might need you to come back in tomorrow and answer a few more questions,” your dad explained.

“Thank you so much Sheriff Stilinski,” Isaac said graciously.

“Don’t thank me, thank Y/n she’s practically your lawyer,” you dad joked, before adding “I have to finish up some paperwork, but then we can all go back to the house.”

“Sounds good, in the meantime can we wait in your office?” you asked wanting to get Isaac into a different environment.

“That’s fine.”

As soon as you and Isaac were alone in his office, you pulled out your phone and text Derek to update him on the entire situation. You then turned to Isaac, “How are you feeling?” you said referring to the full moon.

“I got it under control for the time being, I think that it’ll be better once we get out of here though.”

“I don’t know if Derek told you, but your first one is always the hardest. You have to find something or someone that keeps you human. An anchor. Otherwise you’ll lose control. Stiles has chains and stuff that he used for Scott, and I’ll be there every step of the way. If it starts to get bad, I’ll call Derek.”

“I’m glad one of us has a plan,” Isaac said before resting his head in his hands feeling exhausted with everything that had happened.

You took a seat next to him and pulled him in your arms, not saying a word. It was about fifteen minutes later when your dad came in and escorted the two of you out to his car. When you arrived home he mentioned something about ordering pizza, you agreed and then rushed Isaac, who you could tell was beginning to struggle, upstairs. You got the stuff you needed out of Stiles’ room and noticed headlights across the street. Hunters.

Realizing how much harder this would make things, you called Derek and told him to stay away. This could actually be a good thing, as long as you could keep Isaac under control, then maybe they wouldn’t suspect him of being a werewolf. That was definitely going to be easier said than done. Especially when you were alone and having to hide everything from your dad.

You re-entered your room and set up the chains, hoping that by some miracle you wouldn’t need them. Your dad brought up the pizza and you accepted it gratefully before quickly closing the door behind you. This was going to be a long night.

#teen wolf #teenwolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf series #teen wolf imagine #teenwolf imagines #teenwolf imagine #stiles sis fic #teen wolf x reader #stiles imagine #scott mccall imagine #stilinski imagines #isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagine #isaac imagine #isaac lahey x reader #isaac x reader

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anika-ann · 3 years

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WINSoD - Pt.2

We Move Together...

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2, part 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2400

Summary: In which Steve might get a bit tipsy and jealous in a sweet way.

A/N: As adertised, What I’d Never Say or Do (Had I Been in My Right Mind) is only refered to as WINSoD. Also - enter Age of Ultron ;)

Warnings: mention of superntural creatures, alcohol, language, briefest mention of death, journalists acting like jerks

Part 1 (previous chapter)

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The press conference was a thing from nightmares. You did not enjoy all the flashes of cameras; you were not Tony freaking Stark, all charming and witty when over a hundred reporters stumbled through the doorway of the huge conference room. No, you could only manage to be sassy and fun within a circle of your friends. Which you found yourself in anyway, but boy, the presence of the others was still very much apparent and they were the ones asking questions.

Even Bruce had been forced to come, much to his dismay, but him and Clint were for some reason left out when it came to the poisonous questions, their duo considered only unwilling participants of the whole plotting for and against the poor soulmate pair of you and Steve.

You truly envied Thor who was off to Asgard once more. And while you wouldn’t want to be in Bucky’s shoes, you sure as hell wished you could sit this one out as he did, the public still not aware of his existence safe for one priest who had helped him to find his way to Steve.

It was ridiculous. The tone a question was asked with was enough to distinguish whether it was aimed at you and Steve or at someone else. Hell, when it came to you and Steve, they didn’t even bother asking, just stating the facts instead.

“Such a long recovery. That must have been horrible, especially with amnesia involved, wasn’t it.” (Yes, shockingly. What is it to you, huh?)

“Such luck you were able to remember, isn’t it.” (Luck had nothing to do with it. God’s sister has.)

“You must be angry with Captain’s team too, aren’t you.” (No, they are the best, you idiot, this whole thing is a stupid lie.)

“I am sure you’re willing to share your story since people were grieving for you in such a worship-like way…” (…fuck you.)

In reality, you tried to word your indignation towards this herd-like aggressivity aimed at the Avengers and the blatant pity for you rather carefully, speaking of hardship but justified, and yes, you were very lucky indeed. They didn’t need to know just how much.

Steve received a pretty similar set of questions, but they were more of anger and questioning whether the team was still able to function after such a betrayal that nearly ended up tragically. Steve was surprisingly convincing in his act of a disappointed teammate and friend and expressed hope that they would be able to continue to exist and cooperate, his team slowly earning his trust back.

“Have the outcome had been different, my reaction would be too. But the love of my life is here with me and that is what matters. I cannot begin to say how lucky I am to have her back and I thank God for that every day.”

You bit your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh at the private joke and smiled at him instead, earning a whispering wave of ‘awww’ from the crowd and a blinding mess of camera flashes when you gathered the courage to lean in and kiss Steve’s cheek chastely. The reporters went absolutely nuts.

Tony and Natasha on the other hand had to face the stoning. Seriously, there were being personally attacked, questions dripping venom. But they clearly had more experience and knew how to answer without the cunning reporters being able to twist their words into something else, much to the vultures’ dislike and annoyance. Duo Stark-Romanoff fought back and very effectively.

It filled your chest with pride, having friends capable in so many ways. They were so freaking badass.

It made the whole experience more bearable; that and Steve’s hand always touching you, grounding you and reminding you that never ever he would let you face the wolves alone.

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You all knew that a public apology and trying your best to deal with the press somehow wouldn’t be enough. Well, you had hoped it would, but hadn’t quite believed, expecting to have to more in near future.

You were right, of course, which was why you were currently dressed up (or dolled up, as Steve loved to say, because you were his doll, after all) and forcing yourself to leave the elevator once it would stop, with Steve by your side.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he coaxed, knuckles brushing your cheek tenderly, planting a soft kiss to your temple, too worried about smudging your lipstick despite Natasha’s earlier reassurance that it wouldn’t smudge under any circumstances as she had thoroughly tested.

You tried not to think about that kind of testing and clearly Steve felt the same.

Instead, you gazed into the cerulean blue with a drop of green of his eyes, not convinced. He was being sweet and all, which you appreciated, but in reality, he had no way of knowing it would be alright. Mostly because Tony went all the way and invited all the important people who could influence the public opinion as much as rising stars of whom he felt could influence the public in the near future.

So next to a senator and a group of big-shot businessmen, there would hang out a pair of lawyers sticking for the little guy and right next to a supermodel, there would be a girl starting a new food bank. Thinking about it, it was a funny parallel to Steve and you by his side, except you weren’t doing any good, unlike them. Not that you would say that out loud.

To be fair, the Avengers decided to spice thing up a little by revealing Bucky Barnes being alive, very slowly leaking his story of a brainwashed soldier. Funnily enough, in a shadow of your big reveal, his own went rather quietly.

People were so freakin’ weird.

“I guess I’m gonna survive…” you murmured, ignoring the icy shiver that ran up your spine at your choice of words. Steve’s gaze seemed to turn distant for a moment before coming back to you, some of the strength he had been trying to project into you disappearing in the wind because of the painful memory. “Sorry. That was-“

The emotion no doubt twisting his gut caused his inhibitions to fly out of the window and his lips captured yours in a searing kiss that took your breath away. You melted against his muscular frame that seemed to engulf you completely, his calloused fingers grabbing onto your bare shoulders, digging in a bit deeper than necessary.

Your head was spinning with the passion displayed so openly and in the back of your mind, you registered that the elevator stopped, but before you could get to the idea of thanking Tony’s AI, your brain got side-tracked when Steve shamelessly licked into your mouth and backed you into the railing by the wall.

Feeling the familiar heat pool in your lower abdomen, sending sizzling heat through your veins, you instinctively gripped the lapels of his suit jacket when his lips retreated to give you a chance to breathe in.

Who needed breathing anyway?

He grinned against your mouth, the little shit he was, and one of his hands guided your head to a tilt for better access. You most definitely whimpered at that as his body trapped you against the wall completely, not leaving an inch in between.

Feeling him this close would never get old and you thought you might burst by the time his mouth moved to your left ear, keeping you in place while his hand moved from your shoulder to trace the line of your dress, slipping between the high slit of your dress to caress your thigh.

“Watch your mouth, doll. Or I’m gonna have to do exactly this to shut you up every time you don’t,” he whispered and your ragged breath caught in your throat when the perfect comeback popped in your head – a reasonable one, surprisingly enough.

“I bet the press would love that.”

His fingers flexed on your leg and his teeth very carefully nibbled on the skin of your neck, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“Don’t care about the press,” he growled lowly, sighing as if in pain when he slowly pulled back, leaving you clutching the railing so you wouldn’t fall as your legs turned into an uncontrollable wobbly mass. Then, as if he wanted to ruin you completely before the night even started, his lips were graced by a soft smile, his eyes twinkling. “I care about you.”

“And you call me trouble…”

He had the nerve to wink at you and thank the AI for the stop he never explicitly asked for.

“My pleasure, Steve,” Jarvis hummed, sounding amused and self-satisfied.

Your soulmate gentlemanly offered you an elbow to lead you out of the cabin.

��Shall we, my lady?”

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In all honesty, the party wasn’t that bad, mostly because it wasn’t just to celebrate your resurrection, but also retrieving a sceptre Thor’s brother had used during The Battle of New York.

You wouldn’t go as far as saying you enjoyed the evening greatly, but you had met several interesting people of which only few had weird questions regarding you; however, weird questions when showing up in public was an everyday occurrence.

You finally truly understood why Steve was happy you treated him like an equal (most of the time anyway).

Every single original male Avenger and Sam and Bucky made sure to dance with you as well as with Natasha and for a good measure, when the song got the right beat, your favourite redhead dragged you to the dance floor for a friendly dance; needless to say Natasha was much better at spontaneous dancing than you. Steve assured you about the opposite by a kiss and a rather filthy promise as soon as you shared your thoughts on your lacking skills with him.

Actually--- yes, you might even say you enjoyed the party very much, uncharacteristically for you, considering the insane number of people attending. The penthouse was way too full, but here you were, sipping on your third glass of champagne, listening to Thor’s colourful narrating regarding Asgardian battles. It wasn’t that you were interested in battles, no – it was the man himself creating suspense and gesturing wildly and making the whole clutch of listeners breathless.

“Careful with the admiring, doll,” Steve whispered to your ear, his arm sneaking around your waist out of nowhere, nearly making you jump out of your skin. “I might get jealous.”

Giddy from the alcohol, you turned your head and brushed his lips with yours.

“We did establish I’d marry Thor if you weren’t an option, didn’t we?” you teased lowly, catching the wink Thor sent your direction as if he heard you despite your hushed voice. It wasn’t flirtation; no, it felt more like mischief, as if he was being your wingman, which he excelled at apparently, because Steve might get little possessive if the grunt by your ear was anything to go by. “As if you didn’t know I only have eyes for you.”

“Just eyes?”

“Why, Captain, are you implying something?”

“Maybe.”

“Of course, my heart is yours as well,” you smirked at him, making his somehow annoyed and pleased at the same time. You leaned even closer. “And everything else.”

“Alright, but what about that hammer of yours? I mean, I saw people swinging around Captain’s shield – though not as skilfully – but no one uses your weapon. Why? Is it that heavy? Are you the only one strong enough to… keep it up?” one of the women asked, apparently more than a little tipsy, judging by her implication.

Gee, she had no inhibitions. Were you being like this now? You really hoped not…

“Well, my lady, that is a very complicated matter…” Thor started, clearly pleased by that question.

“Dance with me again,” sounded softly at your ear and your lips automatically curled up in a smile.

“Whatever makes you happy, my love.”

Steve grinned as he swiftly got rid of the glass in your hand and was already pulling you away by the time you noticed the envious or the amused stares of your companions.

“Green’s not a good colour on you, Steve,” you hummed incidentally, earning an actual pout. “This is adorable though. And I’m not gonna complain about you getting a bit handsy more often.”

“Trouble, doll.”

“I love you too.”

“I do love you. I’m sorry if I got annoying. It’s just… ugh. Thor. You got this look in your eyes and I just-”

Oh.

You sometimes forgot Steve could be as self-conscious as you were. It made your heart ache and yet grow with fondness for your soulmate.

“No, Steve. I might get starry-eyed, because of course I do admire him. It’s easy to get captivated by his stories or his manners, just look at the crowd around him. But you… there’s something about you… that strikes me right here.” You tapped over your heart pointedly. “You know me through and through and yet here you are. You must know I’m yours and still – you treat me every day like you’re courting me and at the same time, we’re comfortable with each other and--- yeah, that. Thor is great. But you’re everything. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he confirmed, brilliant eyes shining, the drops of Asgardian liquor he had consumed adding to the glow. “And you’re mine.”

“Meant to be…” you cooed, happily giving in to his lips when they found yours again for a short moment. You barely realized you stopped in your steps as the slow song had made you only sway. You whispered into his lips then, unbothered. “Plus, I bet you could lift that hammer and keep it up too if you tried.”

His rich laughter filled your ears and he spun you both in circle, planting a kiss on your forehead. You already planned on how you’d get him a custom-made mug with a little hammer on it, reading ‘I am worthy’ or something like that. You were sure he’d love it.

Yeah, it was an amazing party.

Here was a funny thing though; when you had already been confronted with the fact angels and God existed, you should have known blasphemy was a thing.

So, naturally, as you had said ‘I guess I’m gonna survive…’, you should have known there would be a thick chance that you wouldn’t.

That was the first thing that flew through your mind the moment something burst through a wall as if it was made paper thin and not metal.

The second thought? Oh shit.

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Part 3

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Thank you for reading!

Like I said, chapters of this fic will be less chronologically tight. Buuut, you’ll see ;) Also, sorry it took me so long.

#fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers soulmate #soulmate au #steve rogers #captain america #captain america x you #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #steve rogers imagine #avengers #a:aou #mcu #marvel #captain america soulmate #winsod #anika ann

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josefavomjaaga · 3 years

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A bit of a misunderstanding

Briefly (okay, not really) back to family trouble and that truely complicated almost-father-son-relationship between Napoleon and Eugène. In mid-February, as related earlier, Napoleon had had Josephine write to Eugène in order to repeat to him an order to evacuate Italy. This had wounded Eugène deeply as he – probably rightfully – saw this as distrust from Napoleon's side. Distrust in Eugène’s loyalty; apparently, Napoleon had felt the need to bring Josephine into this, in order to give Eugène sufficient motivation to remain in Napoleon’s camp.

And, as has also been said, Napoleon in truth had ample reason to question where Eugéne really stood in this struggle. From his private correspondence it becomes pretty clear that Eugène’s only hope for the empire to continue lay in Napoleon making peace, not in him winning. Eugène refused to go along with the plan to evacuate Italy (even if for good reasons), he had never completely given up his correspondence with the enemy (i.e., with his family in Bavaria), he continued to negotiate with Murat (in a way Napoleon could not directly oversee), and he had on several occasions even contacted his Austrian opponent Bellegarde, both on business (armistice) and in private matters: about his family.

The one thing Eugène truely worried about was the fate of his wife and children. He had four kids at the time (three daughters and one son), and Auguste was due to have her next child in mid-April. Eugène was mortified at the idea that Auguste might fall into the hands of enemy troops (or possibly of rioting Italians?) without him being able to come to her aid. (Maybe that’s his childhood memories resurfacing. He had grown up during a revolution, after all; he had lost a father on the scaffold.) In order to make sure nothing would happen to her, Eugène had contacted Bellegarde early on, and Bellegarde not only gave all sort of promises for Auguste’s safety and liberty, but even contacted his emperor. Who actually sent the following note:

Emperor Franz of Austria to the Vice Queen. Troyes, February 18, 1814:

Madam my cousin, Marshal Bellegarde having reported to me the determination of Your Imperial Highness to fix her stay momentarily at the castle of Monza, I pray her to be convinced that this general has perfectly fulfilled my intentions by anticipating all that can be pleasant to Your Imperial Highness. I have just ordered that a guard of honour be formed for your suite: your suite will in any case enjoy the most complete freedom, and I can only regret the reasons which force you, Madame, to a decision which would flatter me in all other respects. I beg you, Madame to accept the assurances of the very distinguished consideration with which I am, Madame my cousin, of Your Imperial Highness, the good cousin,

François.

This letter would reach Eugène and Auguste on March 2. On a sidenote: How all these good cousins and other relatives managed to write all these polite letters while having people fire at their recipients is beyond me. - Anyway, this is the letter Eugène asked Auguste to tell her father about in order to calm Max Joseph’s fluttering nerves.

It should also be pretty clear that this sort of amicable conversation between enemies was not what Napoleon had in mind when it came to defending the borders of his empire. And so, right after having sent off his own letter to Napoleon, defending himself about not evacuating Italy, Eugène received yet another missive from his imperial step-father.

Napoleon to Eugène. Château de Surville close to Montereau. February 19, 1814 My son, the vice queen must immediately go to Paris for her delivery; my intention being that under no circumstances she should remain in a country occupied by the enemy: therefore, make her leave immediately. [...]

This is when for Auguste and Eugène the proverbial shit really hit the fan. What could this be, other than Napoleon’s reaction to Eugène’s disobedience? Napoleon was basically taking Auguste hostage, in order to make sure Eugène would remain loyal to him!

On top of that, Auguste was already approaching the last five weeks of her pregancy, and as she had suffered of bad health after giving childbirth before, she had really not planned on travelling in her state, particularly not on winter roads. But that was not really what infuriated her. She had already been angry about Napoleon before, about the divorce, for him having stripped Eugène of his right to the crown of Italy, and especially for the reproaches regarding the evacuation of Italy. The way Auguste saw it, Eugène was always there, always Napoleon’s last resort, was always called in to clean up other people’s mess, and never did he get any reward for his efforts. In an earlier letter to Eugène she had already written:

I am appalled, my dear Eugène, and I am no longer surprised that the Emperor is abandoned. Is it possible to be more ungrateful than this man is? You who sacrifice everything for him, who have done wonders, to receive reproaches as a reward! No, my friend, I did not expect this last blow which crushes me, I feel all that you must feel at this moment, I am disgusted with this world and with men; it is clear, the family of the Emperor, and perhaps the Emperor himself, is jealous of you, they would like to see you make mistakes. The King of Naples will be forgiven his treason, but they will never forgive you for the reputation and esteem you enjoy. [...]

And now Napoleon ordered her to Paris. Under a pretext, obviously – after all, France was just as menaced by enemies as Italy! The Allied armies were closing in on Paris already. This really was too much!

Eugène’s own reply was still somewhat toned down, stating basically »Okay. I’ll tell her. She won’t like it. And I really don’t know what I have done to deserve this.« However, Auguste this time took to the plume as well.

Auguste to Napoleon. Milan, February 27, 1814.

Sire, Eugène has just communicated to me the order given to him by Your Majesty: it surprised me greatly, for I did not expect that after all the proofs of attachment Eugène never ceases to give you, you would also demand of him to risk the health and even the life of his wife and children, the only asset and consolation he has in this world. If he does not speak on this occasion, it is for me to do so. Without doubt I know his and my duties towards Your Majesty. We have demonstrated this to you often enough, and we have never failed to do so; our conduct is known to all; we do not resort to intrigue, and we have no other guides than honour and virtue. It is a sad fact that our reward has been nothing but sorrow and mortification, which we have borne in silence and with patience. Although we have done no harm to anyone, we have enemies, I cannot doubt it, who seek to harm us in your Majesty's mind; for, if you would open your heart, you would not treat us as you do.

What have I done to deserve such a harsh order of departure? When I got married, I never thought that things would come to this.

My father, the king, who loves me dearly, had offered to take me in when things were going so badly, so that I might be able to give birth in peace. But I refused, fearing that this step would cast doubt on Eugène's conduct, although his actions spoke for him, and I intended to go to France. I have since been ill, and the doctors told me that I would be risking a great deal if I made such a long journey at this time, being already in the eighth month of my pregnancy, and so I decided to retire to Monza, if Eugène was forced to leave Italy, believing that Your Majesty could not find it bad; but I see that you no longer take any interest in what may happen to me, which grieves me deeply.

In spite of this I will obey your orders, I will leave Milan if the enemies should come here; but my duty, my heart, makes it a law not to leave my husband, and, since you demand that I risk my health, I want at least to have the consolation of ending my days in the arms of the one who possesses all my tenderness and who makes all my happiness.

Whatever his fate will be, I will share it, and it will always be worthy of envy, since we will be able to say to each other that we have deserved a happier one, and that we will have a conscience without reproach.

In spite of the sorrows which Your Majesty is causing us, I shall never cease to rejoice in His happiness, and to wish for that of the Empress.

However, this time, they probably really did Napoleon an injustice. He, but also Josephine and Hortense had talked about Auguste coming to Paris for the birth of her child on several occasions before (apparently, all French ladies were convinced that life outside of Paris was unliveable). And Napoleon never made much words about personal matters. (This at least Eugène could have known – Eugène’s invitation to his own wedding had basically read: »Be here! Yesterday, if possible!«) Napoleon indeed answered Auguste very politely:

Napoleon to Auguste. Soissons, March 12, 1814.

My daughter, I received your letter; as I know the sensibility of your heart and vivacity of your mind, I am not surprised by the way in which you have been struck. I thought that, with your disposition, you would have a bad time in a war zone and among enemies, and that the best thing to do for your safety was to come to Paris. I did not tell you this earlier, because Paris was then in danger, and I saw nothing to gain by placing you in the midst of the alarms of Paris instead of those of Milan. But, as soon as the danger of Paris was over, I thought that this journey had all sorts of advantages for your state. Acknowledge your injustice, and it is your heart that I hold responsible for punishing you.

It was – who else - Eugène at the receiving end of the imperial wrath:

Napoleon to Eugène. Soissons, March 12, 1814. My son, I have received a letter from you and one from the vice queen, both of which are extravagant! You must be out of your mind. It is by reason of human dignity that I wished the vice queen to come to Paris to give birth, and I know she is too delicate to find herself in this state among the Austrians. At the request of Queen Hortense, I could have written to you earlier, but then Paris was threatened. From the time when that city is free, there would be nothing simpler today than to come and give birth in the midst of one's family and in the place where there is the least cause for concern. You must be mad to suppose that this has anything to do with politics. I never change my style or my tone, and I have written to you as I have always written to you. It is unfortunate for the century in which we live that your reply to the King of Bavaria has earned you the esteem of the whole of Europe; as for me, I have not paid you a compliment because you have only done your duty and that is a simple thing. However, you have already been rewarded for it, even in the opinion of the enemy, whose contempt for your neighbour is in the highest degree. I am writing you a letter in figures to let you know my intentions.

»What’s up with you two? You gone both totally bonkers now? All I said was: come to Paris!«

This was basically the last »family« interaction between Napoleon and Eugène. At least for quite some time. After Napoleon’s abdication, Eugène did try to contact Napoleon, before and after Josephine’s death. There are three letters from that time, none of which seem to have reached Elba. As for later communications, during the Hundred Days and on Saint Helena, I know there was some, but this seems to have been almost completely about financial issues, at least from Napoleon’s side.

#eugene beauharnais #eugene de beauharnais #auguste von bayern #napoleon #italy1814 #milan #Bellegarde #endofempire #is there life outside of Paris?

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deliciously-yeeted · 3 years

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I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

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Gimme honesty, inspiration and jealousy for fluff alphabet por favor? 💜

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Ah.

V has a reputation for honesty and integrity that is mostly well-earned. With people she trusts in particular, it makes it easier for the times she lets things slip by without mentioning them or say something that might be less than true.

One of the first skills Jackie ever picked up in life was to lie with a smile and not get caught. It made it easier to live with his father. What his mother doesn't know isn't going to hurt her, and it's easier on them both if she's not fussing about his love life or worrying what he gets up to scraping by. Lying to cops is a God-given right. Little lies can go a long way to smoothing things over, socially speaking. And everyone in Heywood is out for an advantage, really what's the difference between dishonesty in words and dishonest business dealings under a muddle-worded contract?

Between the two of them, they do share a lot: you can't trust having someone at your back if you can't trust them to have your back. And a lot of what they don't is either the small stuff that doesn't matter or the big stuff that involves protecting each other.

V tends to be a lot more up front about stuff that she feels would concern Jackie or their his social circle, but she's not above keeping secrets to protect him. Jackie has zero qualms with lying to keep the people he loves safe and as comfortable as they can be, given Night City; he's definitely kept things from her until he was sure telling her was the better option, or until they'd blown over.

...and it's not like V didn't keep the fact that she loved him to herself for who knows how long before he caught on. Part of that was dumb logic, admittedly: she didn't realize she was in love for quite some time, and she thought that he didn't want it anyway.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

A lot. I think. Actually.

They both opened up a bit, even though it's mostly around one another? They're both more open and trusting with one another than they are to almost anyone else. They support one another, and for better and for worse that fosters a lot of growth on both sides.

Jackie definitely helped to keep V on her balance through her early days in the city, and V taught him quite a lot in terms of integrity (which is not to say he had none of his own - but his is filtered through an explicit set of harsh life circumstances that not everyone would see it through) and he kinda looks up to the way she will dig herself in and stonewall anyone - Saburo Arasaka and his entire army could not make this stubborn nomad move - if she feels it's important enough. V is also driven to experience new things, and Jackie is pretty happy to come along for the ride. They bolster one another's self-esteem quite a bit.

I think Jackie's also the first person V trusted enough for bedroom shenanigans involving rope.

...

So.

There is always that fine example.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

It's... complicated.

Both of them can and do get jealous, there is that. But usually it's more... hrm. An emotional jealousy? which i... am... pretty sure is not the word for it, but we'll go with it.

They're both pretty happy with an open relationship - Jackie's had his 'maybe someday' idea of settling down forever, but he's in no real hurry. Both of them like variety. Both of them will share one night stands or whatnot if it happens to come up. V doesn't particularly enjoy being left on the sidelines but is usually fine so long as Jackie is giving her some attention, whereas Jackie can be pretty content to sit back and watch.

When it comes to sharing on the emotional level?

V can definitely get a little jealous. She's had her moments when Jackie was around old friends, where she feels like she's not as much a part of his life or doesn't belong to it as much. Also, jealousy may be a weird way to describe it, but it's fairly apt: one of the things driving the argument they got into gearing up for the heist, was that V felt he was becoming enamored to the idea of the high end lifestyle and that she was going to lose him to it.

Meanwhile, if Jackie doesn't for whatever reason like whoever it is V gets involved with? He will get prickly and overprotective. He'd also be able to talk himself into 'I'm okay with this' if she got involved with someone else in such a way that he, himself, was no longer the center of her ongoing affection, but he still might not be as happy about it.

At the lower end, both of them try to keep it to themselves. But they are pretty open in their communication, so if it were impacting the relationship they'd end up teasing it out sooner or later.

#jackie welles #nomad!v #cyberpunk 2077 #gracias <3 #prompts and answers #heywoodvirgin

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hoeassproductions · 3 years

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Break A Leg: Chapter 11

Masterlist

***Author’s Note: Hey everyone, I am so sorry that you’ve waiting this long for this story to finish out. I happened to come on here after I haven’t been on Tumblr for almost two years. I honestly thought I had posted the last chapter but realized it’s been sitting in my drafts this whole time! How freaking lame!! Anyways, this got an updated edit and without further ado, the last chapter to Break A Leg! I hope you like it!***

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own, possess, or have any links to Chris Evans, nor do I profit off of this work. Any claims otherwise are grossly misleading. This work is not to be posted anywhere else without my explicit permission.

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Word Count: ~2,500

The Beginning

“Sooooo. . .you've been talking to your mom about me?”

Chris begins to turn crimson as he tries to explain away anything Lisa may have overshared.

“Oh god, what did she say? I only told her the good stuff, I promise. I will talk to her about being nosy. She’s a sweet woman. I love her to death and tell her everything.” he says with a shrug of his shoulder.

“I could tell that, yeah.” I say, not being able to hide the smile that beams from my face in listening to him talk about his mom.

“You have no idea.” He chuckles, and I can visibly see the tension leave his body as he realizes I'm not mad.

"Don't worry Evans, I think it's sweet and I don't mind. Just a little taken aback I guess. I don't know, she seemed really excited to meet me. I want to meet her too, don't get me wrong! It's just…" I take a small breathe as I meet Chris eyes as he waits for me to find the words. "… Is she that excited to meet all of your friends?"

"Well, I mean. C'mon Y/N, you're not just anybody! You're…you're you."

Before I can push him further on what he means, he presses on.

"Y/N, about in the hallway before Sandra came out…"

"Yeah… I think that maybe we should talk…" Now its my turn to be nervous as it's not clear where he's taking this.

In the middle of Chris beginning to speak, my phone goes off. We both laugh uncomfortably, the nerves of the new subject getting more frazzled at the second interruption since being alone. Saved by the bell again!

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and I see that it's ringing for a reminder with my date with Jessie. My face drops. How could I forget about… Shit!

When Chris sees the change in expression, he can tell there's a problem. "What's wrong?"

"It's um…it's a reminder. I have to go, I'm sorry." I get up and walk away back to my cabin with conviction in my step. To my surprise, Chris doesn't follow me, but the separation is good. I need time to think.

How the hell did I not remember I told Jessie we could go on a date tonight? It completely slipped my mind. If I never set my alarm, I would not have even batted an eye staying at the dock longer with Chris. Confusion continues running through my mind as I check the clock on my phone again as I reach my porch. Had it already gotten that late? We couldn't have been out there that long already could we? And I rush back here to go on a date?!

I can only think of one thing do at a time like this. With a little under an hour before Jessie shows, I dial Hannah's number. On the second ring, She picks up.

"Hey love, love!"

"Oh Hannah, thank god. I need to talk to you, and I don’t have too much time." I explain to her everything that's happened since I got here and the current predicament. She's listens patiently, and understands my dilemma.

"Hannah, what do I do? With Jessie, and all the old feelings… It's just so easy to fall back into it but Chris…he's something else entirely. I can't get him out of my head or heart. I see small glimmers here and there that maybe he fees the same but I don't know what he wants. It's a risk to lay it all out there not knowing. What do I do? Jessie will be here any minute and I'm so confused."

Hannah is quiet while she thinks everything over for a few moments.

"Y/N, your heart knows what you want. I know it's scary, but that's why you should go for it. Lean into the fear and trust that it would work out. Given everything you've told me, I would be hard pressed to think Chris doesn't have feelings for you. You know what you need to do. I know you gotta get ready or whatever, but I love you. Call me later if you need to talk, okay?"

"Ugh, okay. I hate it when you're right sometimes. I love you, too. We'll talk soon."

Thinking to myself as I get ready with 8pm quickly approaching, I'm finding butterflies beginning in my stomach. The nervousness of what's ahead sinking in more. Before long, I hear a knock on my door, and open it to see Jessie standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers. I welcome him in while I place them in a vase with some water.

"You look great Y/N! I have some fun stuff planned for tonight…" he trails off as he realizes something is off as I don't make eye contact with him or say anything. "Y/N, is everything ok?"

I take a deep breathe as I sit him down next to me.

'Jessie, look. Given our history, I think that it's very important that I be as open and honest with you as I can right now. All day, I've been completely distracted… and you weren't on my mind even once. I forgot about our date until my alarm went off to remind me to get ready. And then, once that happened I began to get butterflies and so nervous, but - " Before I could finish, Jessie speaks up.

“Listen, I know we've never gotten the timing right with this, but I can’t help but feel like fate has brought us together this time. Like….things have finally matched up and we can, I don’t know, give us a try? Before you say anything, can we agree to take some time this week to feel each other out. No expectations, just getting to know each other better again. It’s been awhile, and I know some things must have changed….I know they have for me.”

Giving thought to his words, my mind can’t help but wander to Chris.

Chris said it himself. TWICE. You guys are just friends. What if I go for it and he still feels that way? But Hannah was right, there is something there…something that feels beyond what I can even put into words. The almost kiss, the comfortability on the dock, him being so trusting and open with me? Why not lean in to it? And this, with Jessie? This is just…..safe. Hannah said I need to lean into the fear if that's what my heart wants…

Gathering my resolve, I think to myself for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell to say. Looking at Jessie, I can feel the right choice planting itself even further in my heart as my nerves continue to grow until the words reach my lips.

“You know what? Under normal circumstances, I would probably say yes to that but…I don't feel like I can right now. I did get butterflies before you came because I know what my heart wants. Falling back into this would be easy and low-maintenance…safe. But I don't want that, I want fireworks and passion. I want to feel electricity from a knowing stare across the room or my heart pounding from an almost kiss. I-I just…we don't have that chemistry anymore, Jessie. I have it with someone else, and I don't know what's going to happen but I know I have to at least try, or I'd never forgive myself. I'm sorry. You're a great guy and you deserve to find someone who feels this way about you, but that's not me anymore. It just wouldn't be fair to you if my heart isn't in it. I hope you understand.”

After some time of silence, the tension releases from my shoulders, and I can see him process my words.

"I guess that settles it then, Y/N. I appreciate your honesty, and to be honest, I could see the chemistry between you and Chris as soon as you guys arrived. I always told myself that if I ever saw you again, that I would try again but I understand now that I just got wrapped up in the past and I'm sorry for that."

At the mention of Chris, my eyes shoot up to meet Jessie's. "But I didn't say who it was..."

"You didn't have to. It's obvious and there's been a lot of talk since you guys got here. I shouldn't have even tried to get you back, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity for us to actually have a shot at what we kept failing at for years. Listen, he's a great guy, and if he's the one for you, I'm happy for you. Truly. You could do worse than him. Just be careful. His lifestyle and career… it's no joke."

We both fall silent for a moment at him verbalizing something I hadn't even considered yet, the fame that Chris has to bear. Where would that leave me if this goes any further?

Seeing the gears turning in my head, Jessie interrupts my thoughts thrown into overdrive. "Have you talked to him about your feelings yet?"

"No, I've been trying to deny them for many reasons…I don't know what he wants. He says we're friends, but I feel like there's more there. I know I want more, but it's scary to approach it without knowing."

"Only one way to find out kid. Follow your heart, and your gut. He'd be crazy not to go for it with you. You're a catch, Y/N."

I walk him to the door, and give him a hug on the porch.

"Thanks Jessie, and thank you for being so understanding"

Pulling away, I see that Chris has walked back, and is just getting to his porch. He waits until Jessie leaves to say anything.

"That's what all the rush was about? Him?" I can hear slight frustration in his voice as he says this to me while crossing the distance to his door. Is Chris…jealous?

"I-I, Yes it was, but I made it very clear to him that it wasn't going to work. My heart isn't in it…it's with someone else."

At hearing this, Chris comes to a halt, key at the ready.

"I had to be honest with him. I Couldn't…not when…" my words trail off as Chris' eyes meet mine and I can feel all of the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"Not when what, Y/N?" he says, walking towards me on his porch, and I can see uncertainty dance in his expression.

I feel my anxiety and fear build up inside of me. Tears begin to well in my eyes and I know what I need to say but getting the words to come out is proving difficult.

I take in a shaky breath to gather myself. Y/N, you can do this. Tell him you're worth it. That you both deserve to give this a real shot.

My pulse quickens as my breathing begins to saw in and out of me, but I hold my ground "Not when...my heart is with you. I want you."

I look at Chris and in a matter of seconds, I see confusion and frustration fade from his face to be replaced by the biggest smile I have seen of his to date.

In seeing the change in his demeanor at my admission, the tears begin to spill over, clouding my eyes to point of blurring my vision so when I begin to feel steps on my porch, I was a little startled.

I wipe my eyes and see Chris standing before me. He reaches for me and pulls me into his arms with no words, knowing that I need a minute to compose myself.

I take in a deep breath, his scent settling around me, and I feel myself starting to relax.

"Chris, I'm.....let me explain....I-"

"No Y/N, it's okay. I'm just happy you're less of a chicken shit than I am."

I feel his laughter vibrate our bodies as he lifts his head, and pulls back to see my confused expression.

"Wait-"

"I feel the same way, and clearly you're scared but Y/N, you're one of the most kind and caring people I have ever met. I would be crazy to NOT to be interested in you! Ever since I dumped my coffee all over you and you threw your panties at me, I knew I had to keep you around by any means necessary." I slap his chest as we recall the haphazard way we met a couple months ago.

"Hey, HEY…" he says, as he shields himself from any more of my attack and we continue to chuckle. "What I'm trying to say is that you're amazing and I have feelings for you too. I don't know when it happened but you burrowed your way into my heart and I…I love having you there "

Listening to this, I am overjoyed. I grab Chris and I pull him in close, resting our foreheads together.

"Oh Chris, that makes me so happy to hear. I was so scared that I would ruin this if I said something and you didn't feel the same way but I couldn't ignore it anymore. You're in my heart too, and there's so much we need to talk about and discuss… a lot to figure out but I want to face all of that with you."

"I know Y/N. I know being with me has it's own challenges that a normal relationship doesn’t have to endure but I will do everything in my power to protect you while giving you the world because you deserve it…WE deserve it. You feel that too, right?"

"Yes, I do. I really do. There's a lot a stake when you lead with your heart."

"There always is but you're worth it, what we will build together will be worth it." He holds me to his chest again as I begin to full out cry, the emotions of it all overtaking me. After a few moments, I can feel his tears beginning to mingle with mine, and the realization hits me that this is real. This is my life and he's not going anywhere.

After we both compose ourselves and have calmed down, I embolden myself and look up into his eyes. "I guess there's only one thing to worry about right now then…to finish this."

The question forming behind his eyes before it reaches his lips, "Finish what?"

"The beginning of us."

Recognition falls over Chris face as I pull him in so our lips to finally meet for the first time, and I can feel in my soul; this is the moment I realize he's the only one that could capture my heart.

As we share our first kiss, I feel the world settle around me. This feels right, here in each other's arms without a care in sight. There's no place I'd rather be and to think it all started with a chance encounter.

~The End~

A/N: Again, so sorry I’m an ass and have kept this ending in my drafts. If you see this and have followed this story this entire time, thank you sooo much! Appreciate all of your likes, reblogs, and words of encouragement to make my first full fic a great experience! Writing is hard and scary, but I really enjoy it and am excited to get back to it! I have some fresh ideas that may just make it on here, so stay tuned!

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firefistlaw · 4 years

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Request:

Hello! Could you do a hc about Luffy, Sabo, Katakuri and Law gf getting jealous because their boyfriends is working with a really really beautiful princess ( like saving a country or going to a country from some work stuff).

or... you’re jealous. (Sabo)

a/n: I had a lot of fun writing them, I loved the idea so I chose to make a scenario out of it. The stories will be posted separately. As a fair warning, the s/o get jealous over stupid things, but I thought it was funny. Please let me know how you felt about them! I don’t know when the Katakuri and Law one will be finished, but they will def be posted. :)

Sabo

A part of you understood the princess in more ways you’d like to admit. What if you had fallen off your own ship and while you were swaying away on the ocean, a handsome man would come and rescue you? Even better, turns out the man was actually the chief of staff of the revolutionary army. Honestly, you didn’t blame her for starting to get attracted to Sabo. But it didn’t stop your feelings from turning into a green, ugly jealous mess.

The first time you had felt rather… uneasy, was when you were all gathered to eat.

You had been training with the kids all afternoon and while you loved it, you couldn’t deny the fact that it was incredibly exhausting and stressful sometimes. Even though you had Karasu by your side, who provided you with enough entertainment simply by the way he acted around kids, you still missed your boyfriend. So when you opened the metal doors to the dining hall that day, your fingers were itching to touch him and rant all about your day. When you saw the back of his head in his usual seat however, you couldn’t help but let the small frown enter your face. On his right — your usual seat — was the princess. Her red, wavy hair looked even shinier now that she had been in your army base for a few days, waiting for her people to come and get her. But it was still your seat that she was sitting on, hair shiny or not.

„Hey,“ you greeted the group of friends once you arrived. Your eyes lingered on Sabo, who sent you a dazzling smile — weakening your knees instantly. „Is there a seat for me too?“ You tried to not sound bitter, but from the way Koala raised her eyebrows at you — you knew you carried a certain undertone along. Noticing the little mistake, Sabo let his eyes snap to his side and then back to you. His blue eyes were big, lips mouthing a silent ‚sorry‘ to you, causing a mere nod on your side

„Come here, sit next to me,“ Koala then said and meaningfully looked to her empty side, which you answered with a tight lipped smile on your own.

„Princess Rose just told us about the tails of her hometown.“ Your boyfriend then hurriedly said to you, completely obvious to the way your mood wasn’t in the best state. The exhaustion was coming off you in waves and honestly? You couldn’t care less about anyone’s stories at the moment. Under normal circumstances you’d lean your head against his shoulder and dramatically sigh. But this wasn’t usual. Was that all he was going to say to you, anyway? Only an introduction to her stories? You could feel your mood clouding even more.

„How interesting,“ You mumbled back and looked down to the meal that was kindly put in front of you. Koala gave you a slight shove with her elbow and as if catching yourself, you sat more upright. „Please, continue.“

The princess smiled at you and you almost frowned again. Why was her smile so cute? Why couldn’t she have rotten teeth and horns on her head? You let your eyes wander again. Sabo was looking at her too. Did he think about her cute smile as well? A sigh escaped your lips. Your hunger vanished quick enough.

The second time something like that happened, you straight up felt jealous. There was no other way to explain the situation.

„But,“ With puffed out cheeks, you had crossed your ams in front of your boyfriend. „we always do the paperwork together?“

Sabo scratched the side of his scar with caution. He left his hat somewhere else, so his blonde hair was out in wild strands. „Yeah, I know. But,“

You huffed out, interrupting him mid-sentence. „But what?“

There was no one else in the corridor the two of you stood in. It had been a coincidence that you two had met in the first place and while you couldn’t believe that you had finally managed to see your boyfriend on his own after days of trying, he quickly brought you back to reality.

„Rose wanted me to spend time with her.“ He smiled softly at you and was waiting for you to nod your head — to understand his situation, but you just kept on staring at him without making any sounds or movement. You had heard wrong. You must have heard wrong. There was no way that Sabo was ditching your weekly meeting to be with the stupid princess just because she asked him to. „Her father will arrive soon, so she wanted to spend the last few days going through the island with me.“ He added, voice lifting with the confusion he was obviously feeling.

„Rose?“ You just asked. There were footsteps coming from the staircase close to you, but you didn’t care. The anger was starting to boil inside of you. „Since when are you two best friends, dropping the princess and all? Was I not invited to the little friendship meeting?“

Now it was Sabo’s turn to look irritated. „Ever since we found out we’re the same age.“ Duh. He then mumbled, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. Sabo pushed his head to the side and hummed, „What’s going on, y/n? Talk to me.“ His hand reached out and softly touched yours, but even though this was what you had wanted all along, the anger and hurt you felt at the moment made you rip your hand out of his grip, as if the mere touch burned your skin. He raised his brows at that, a ping in his chest making him push his hand back into his pocket. You could see the small flash of hurt and surprise in his eyes, but your own feelings were more important right now. Petty, you knew that, but the jealous monster inside of you was losing her mind. She took control of you in every pore of your skin, in every breath you took and in every second that your looked straight into his blue eyes.

You snorted. Straight up, snorted. „You know what? Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine. I’m glad the two of you are having such an amazing relationship. I get why you can’t meet me tomorrow. If Rose doesn’t want you to, I guess that’s how it is, huh? Make sure you tell me how it went, when she introduces you to her father as her best friend because you’re the same damn age.“ Maybe you were being childish, but you couldn’t help yourself. Ever since she was here, there hasn’t been one whole hour where it was just you and him and hell, you missed him. And he? He called off the one time where the two of you spend time together and catch up on the whole week. It was your day — the day that belonged to you and him only. Or so you thought. His eyebrows furrowed heavily, clearly unhappy with your reaction.

„Why are you reacting like this?“ He just asked, voice flat. He’s shifting his weight, body now leaning against the wall next to him. He was either getting annoyed with you himself or he was absolutely clueless as to why you’re acting like this. You didn’t know which one was worse.

„Are you blind?“ You just breathed out. „You seriously can’t tell me you don’t see anything wrong at the moment.“ How could he not notice the lack of your presence? Were you so unimportant to him that you missing in his day was not a problem at all? This was the first time the two of you were talking properly in days. The mind of yours was going crazy, conclusions that were absurd jumped left and right, blinding the little bit of logic left.

And if it couldn’t have been any better, before Sabo could calm the situation, or at least try to understand your feelings clearly — you were interrupted. A voice from behind you called out, „Sabo-kun!“

He pushed his hand through his blonde hair and sighed. He didn’t exactly know why you were reacting the way you did, but from the way your eyes darkened at the sound and the way you squeezed them together a second later — he could give a good guess about what was bothering you. He suddenly felt bad. Like, really bad.

„Here you are!“ She giggled and even though Sabo would have smiled at her every other day, he couldn’t miss the way you softly shook your head. „I missed you!“ This time even the male himself heard how wrong it sounded, wincing slightly after the words had left her mouth.

„Y/N- chan.“ Rose then said, turning her face towards you. You smiled at her and for the first time since Rose had arrived at the base, Sabo noticed how fake your smile was. Sabo furrowed his eyebrows. Now that he thought about it, it kind of was a few days ago that he really talked to you in general. All he has really been doing the last few days was… he eyes Rose up, then back to you. It clicks. Finally, it clicks. You were jealous. „Will you come along with us today?“

You hum, as if you actually think about the offer, „I wish I could, but I sadly have to work.“ You give Sabo a meaningful stare. „I’m sure Sabo will be able to entertain you fully without me being there, though.“ You drop your smile. „Right?“ Before either could answer, you turned on your heels and walked to the staircase, ignoring the way his voice called out after you.

Thinking back to the conversation, you were kind of dramatic… and unfair. You knew you had to talk to him calmly, but it wasn’t like you could just walk up to him — you couldn’t find ten minutes with this damn boy to begin with. Princess Rose here, Princess Rose there. And if he wasn’t busy with her, Dragon caught him by the neck and gave him work that made it unable for him to leave. It was all a mess, clearly, so when you stomped back to your room, you let yourself fall down face first into your bed and took a stressful nap. But after twisting and turning for a few hours, you sat up. Even sleeping was not working for you anymore. You had the sudden urge to scream into your pillow.

When you walked into the common room the next day, you knew it was no secret that you had slept like shit. Dark circles covered the underside of your eyes and with a mood so sour, it could put any lemon to shame, you let yourself plop down into one of the comfy chairs. The living area was strictly prohibited for anyone that wasn’t in the higher ranks of the revolutionary army, so the chances of you meeting someone you didn’t want to see were slim here.

„Oh,“ you then heard the soft voice of your friend. „Didn’t sleep well?“

You sighed and leaned your head back against the soft fabric of the chair. „Clearly.“

Koala giggled and let herself down on the chair opposite of you, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. „Did you have a nightmare?“ She softly blew against the hot beverage and took a sip, her eyes not leaving your miserable figure.

„Something like that.“ You mumbled back, hands now making sweater paws.

„Something like that? Let me guess. The nightmare is tall, pretty and has royal blood.“ Her eyes were twinkling and without helping yourself, you glared at her. She giggled again.

„Did you see the way Sabo takes care of her?“ You then finally gritted out. „The worst thing is, they even look good together. Like a match made in heaven.“

„Y/N, they don’t even look that good together. “ Koala put her mug down on top of the little table between the two of you. „Don’t be stupid. I get that you’re jealous—“

„I am not jealous.“

„—fine, whatever. You’re not jealous.“ She shook her head. „But if you were jealous, I would understand it. It’s just… think about it more clearly.“

You looked at her and raised your eyebrows in question.

„Y/N. She thought she would die on sea, she had fallen and was all alone.“ You stayed silent and continued to look at her with question in your eyes. „So there’s this helpless thing on sea and who out of all people finds her? Right. Sabo. Remember the story how Dragon found him?“

Your brows furrowed. You were starting to understand slowly, but Koala mistook it for you still not understanding what she was talking about.

„He was reminded of himself when he almost died! That’s why he helps her out so much, he feels bad for her!“ She then huffs out, arms raised in the air. „Yeah, she likes him. I guess that’s how it is. You can’t change that. But he doesn’t mean anything bad. And you would know that if you actually thought more clearly about it.“

„Oh,“ You merely whisper, the wave of guilt washing through you suddenly. „I understand.“

„Yeah, oh. Look, I feel like if I was in your situation, I would be mad too. But I would talk to him. And not the way you did last night.“

„ I was mad.“ You crossed your arms defensively. „How would you even know how I talked to him yesterday?“

„Don’t get mad at me now,“ Koala gets up from her seat and stretches her arms. Her small fingers curl around the handle of her empty mug and with her words thrown over her shoulder, she leaves the room, „but everyone in that hall probably heard you chewing him out. These walls have ears!“

With heated cheeks you noted that you would have a long day ahead of you. If you could, you would go to him right now, but you still had to work with the children again and knowing Sabo’s schedule, he wasn’t at the base right now anyway. With a dull feeling in your stomach, you noted how he didn’t even come to your room at night, even though he usually does so. But you quickly push the heavy feeling away and get up to your feet. In a few hours, you’d clear everything out.

The hours passed way too slow for your tasting. At one point you even thought time went backwards, instead of forwards. Karasu noticed your mind not being fully at training, so when you gave another wrong command for the children to learn, he calmly took over and let you leave the task earlier than usual. With his mask, he was better for the job anyway. Even the ones in the back could hear him loud and clear. The children started to nervously shift around once they noticed the training being with the big scary man alone, but you just sighed in relieve and left. With a promise that he wouldn’t tell Dragon about your absence, you hastily walked back to base, your blonde haired boyfriend the only thing on your mind.

Even though time had been slow for you at first, you found yourself quicker in front of Sabo’s door than you had anticipated. With a deep breath, you rapped your knuckled against the dark wood of his door. A part of you was scared that he was already gone on his lovely adventure with the Princess, but when you heard a small rumble behind the door, the beat of your heart quickened. And soon enough, the door opened and in front of you stood Sabo, clothing messily hanging from his lean body. You could feel the exhaustion coming off him as soon as his face came into view and completely forgetting your reason to come to him, you cooed. He gave you a small smile and even though he tried to hide it, you saw the surprise on his handsome face. He didn’t expect you to be here.

„Come in.“ He said and let the wood fall behind you once you pushed yourself through the doorway.

His room was rather clean, his bed and the writing table in the corner the only things that were considered messy. You noted how various things were laying on his bed, knowing he usually used the furniture for storage, since he rather spent nights with you in your own bed instead of sleeping in his. You turned around and hoped you caught a good time to apologise, ignoring the amount of papers on his desk. You took a seat on his bed.

„I didn’t think you’d come to see me today.“ He said before you could start. His hands were nervously playing with a strand of hair that was falling in front of his eyes. He was sitting on the chair by his desk. „I thought you hated me.“ He then mumbled, a dry joke that carried more truth than humour with it.

„You know I don’t.“ You whispered back and plucked at the soft bedding. You took a breath. Here goes nothing. „Listen, I’m sorry for the way I talked to you yesterday.“

Sabo sharply looked up. „Hm?“

„I know I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I reacted like a child and that was stupid and immature. I trust you and I know you would never… do something like that, I don’t know why I let my insecurities get the best of me like that. But I’m sorry,“ You softly spoke, looking up from your fingers and catching his blue eyes. „I understand why you felt like you had to help her. And I’m sorry for going all crazy on you.“

No one spoke. The only thing you could hear was the rushing of your blood in your ears, your fingers now twitching nervously. Sabo was just looking at you, mouth slightly opened. Then, as if finally coming back to his senses, he started to shake his head. Softly at first, but then stronger.

„No.“

You frowned. „No?“ Sabo jumped up from his seat and crossed the room with fast steps, letting himself sit down next to you. His fingers found yours automatically and you let out a surprised sound.

„You shouldn’t apologise for something that was my fault, really. I should have noticed my behaviour and taken a few steps back. I behaved like an ass and didn’t even notice… didn’t think about how you would feel and I’m sorry about that.“ He took a small breath, eyes searching yours. „I really mean it, Y/N. I’m sorry. I told her I can’t spend time with her today, because I want, no— wait, need, to see you. I should have told her that days ago. I made a mistake.“

„I thought you forgot about me.“ You confessed before you could stop yourself, words barely coming out of your mouth. But Sabo heard you. „And then you said you can’t even meet me. I got hurt… and…“

„I would never.“ But he still felt like he kind of did. And some part of him hated himself for that. For causing this mess. For making you feel this way. It was never his intention to do that. God, he wished he could just turn back and change his behaviour.

„Sabo,“ you then said . „Why didn’t you come last night? You always…“ You didn’t explain further, but he already understood.

He looked away, his blonde hair now falling in front of his eyes. „I didn’t think you’d want to see me.“

„Well, you’re stupid to think that.“ You then said and softly punched his shoulder. „Maybe I wouldn’t have talked to you, but cuddling in silence works for me.“

„What?“ He raised his head again, eyes glinting with relief. „One minute after I apologise and you’re back to physically hurting me?“

You huffed out, feeling the butterflies in your tummy coming back to life. A smile quickly found itself back on your features and Sabo’s heart jumped when he noticed the familiar traces of your real smile. He mimicked your expression.

„I love you.“ He then said softly and pushed you into his arms. „Don’t be mad at me again.“

You hummed, squeezing your face between the space of his shoulder and neck. The smell of him found itself back to you and you inhaled deeply, finally feeling at peace. „I love you too, but if I see her, or anyone, sit on my chair one more time…“

And then he laughed, deep and full of amusement. It made your heart jump. He pushed his whole weight on you and soon enough, your back was hitting the soft mattress. You could swear you were laying on something that poked your back, but you couldn’t care less. Sabo was propping himself up on his elbow, looking down on you. „What will you do then, hm? Fight a princess? Burn the chair?“ He giggled this time and you puffed out your cheeks. „Also, aren’t you supposed to be in the hall right now?“

„Don’t make fun of me, idiot.“ Ignoring the last statement, „You do talk big for someone who has a ink stain on his cheek.“ You giggled at the face he gave you and giggled even harder when he tried to rub the stain away — but there was no stain to begin with. After a few seconds of him trying to clean the invisible spot, he noticed your little prank too. His smile grew.

„Oh, now you’re getting cheeky.“ And then his warm lips finally found themselves on top of yours, silencing your laughter.

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SCK/EDSER asks

My inbox was full again, so questions under the cut. Some of these are from today and some are from earlier.

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Anonymous said: Random things that amuse me: 1. When they met, Serkan didn’t seem all that mad that Eda keyed his car but was way more angered by her disdain for him. 2. I always forget about Eda’s ex because I think Eda forgot about him too. Cenk cheated on her and brought his new gf to break up with her, and Eda was more peeved that he implied Serkan was out of her league. (1/2)

The only time he’s brought up again is when Eda pretends to be texting him instead of Serkan (because Ayfer would be madder at her talking to Serkan lol). 3. Whenever Melo is supposed to be mad at Serkan in solidarity with Eda, she just cannot bring herself to dislike him. (2/2)

I LOVE THIS ASK!

1. I have always wondered about that. Even current, softer Serkan would get PISSED at someone keying his car. He keeps all of his things pristine. You know under normal circumstances he would be infuriated by that and not let it go. The car would have had to go to the body shop and everything. I think the fact that he didn’t seem all that bothered, other than threatening to call the police of course, is that he was just so gobsmacked by this insanely beautiful, but also beautifully insane, lady yelling at him and handcuffing him that he couldn’t think straight. The fact that she had seriously vandalized his car became inconsequential.

Additionally, I think when he found out ArtLife had cancelled her scholarship, he became embarrassed and didn’t want to make any more of an issue about it.

2. I forget about him too. What a tool he was. It also seems a bit out of character for Eda now. All of her friends and her aunt knew that he was ghosting her, and they made it clear they thought it by their reactions, but Eda didn’t get it? Eda was ready to marry a dude she hadn’t seen for a year? That does not sound like the Eda we know. Independent, fiery Eda? It’s true that she’s grown a lot, but that much? It seems like they designed that relationship to put Eda in the right frame of mind to kiss Serkan on the podium and then, thankfully, forgot about it.

3. Yes, Melo is all of us. In the early episodes especially, Serkan could be a real jerk, but I know I never held it against him for long, just like Melo. None of us can resist him, I’m sure we were all cheering her on when she was the one to give up Eda’s Saturday morning location. And I love it when she calls him enişte. It’s also sweet that he’s fond of her as well.

Anonymous said: What are your thoughts about Engin and Piril? Sometimes I think they are cute and sometime I just don't think they are meant for each other. I hope Piril's father brings a new story and dynamic that will help us see whether they work as a couple or not.

My thoughts are pretty much the same as yours. In the beginning I really thought they were pretty flat and wasn’t really rooting for them. Partly because I loved Engin’s character and I was pretty “eh” on Piril. She was so laser focused on work that I didn’t like when she would try and guilt Serkan because he was spending time with Eda. I found that annoying and I thought Engin could have a more interesting relationship (like Melo!).

Alas, that wasn’t to be, however I surprised myself by actually cheering when he proposed, and I really liked their heart to heart talk in the NY episode. On the other hand I wasn’t really charmed by their disconnect when it came to entertaining people. They were SO FAR apart. Piril was so uptight and Engin so lacksodasical, I think they’ll end up driving each other bonkers and it’s hard to see how that will work, and I’m not sure it’s something I want to watch all that much of.

Same as you, I’m hope that Piril’s father turns out to be interesting. What’s going on there? Will we find out this episode?

Also, honestly, I’m still pressed they didn’t call Serkan to come to the wedding. (But I assume that had more to do with how quickly they shoot and needing to have scenes without Hande and Kerem in them. H/K were in tons of scenes that episode so it was probably tight with scheduling and they were doing A and B units etc.)

Anonymous said: Hi Liza, I hope you are well and you and your loved ones are staying safe. SCK really helped make 2020 better and I'm glad we have the show in 2021 too! Sometimes the letter count in these asks really get to me because I feel like I have so much more to say and ask but oh well. In this ask i just want to say I hope Seyfi and Melo both get their very own happily ever afters. They're my favs and totally deserve it. Leyla too! That actress is so pretty, I wish we got to see her dress up more!

Hello! I’m well, thank you for asking. I’m not even joking when I saw that SCK was a highlight of 2020 for me. I’m so appreciative for the happy and joyous distraction it’s been over the last few months.

I LOVE MELO AND SEYFI. They are two of my favorite supporting characters, and two of the only ones that have stayed at the top since the beginning. Now Aydan is up there with them, but she wasn’t in the beginning, lol!

Those two deserve all good things. Leyla is also a great character and I wonder what her feelings are towards Erdem. Does she really like him?

Anyway, I’m not sure what they might be planning for any of them, but I can tell you I’m more interested in how they might end up, than I am with Ceren, Ferit, Fifi, or Piril.

Anonymous said: This ask may not be worth answering but I've always wondered about Eda's family on her mom's side. I don't think they've ever mentioned it on the show and if they have I may have missed it but it's interesting. It's most likely that her grandparents died and her mom didn't have any siblings but it would be really cool if she did have a family member who understood her and supported her and Serkan unlike Ayfer.

It would be interesting to know, you’d think she would have some relatives on her mom’s side. We’ll have to see if the show ever mentions it.

Anonymous said: Ok it may be the overthinker in me but unlike everyone else I'm actually worried seeing Serkan wear his engagement ring. If he and Eda reconciled and he knows the truth about her grandma threatening her, wouldn't their game plan be keeping their relationship a secret and not flaunting his ring. But then that's what the fans want, and maybe the writers have a different idea. I'm freaking out with worry that maybe Serkan and Bulca got engaged! But then it looks like his original ring! let's see!

Anonymous said: I'm the one who feared the engagement ring in a previous ask. Well today's pics/videos that show Serkan, Aydan and Seyfi at Eda's home with flowers seem like they are asking for her hand in marriage. It's an assumption but I feel much better. Lol!

See, this is why I always say not to borrow trouble by worrying about the disaster scenario. Why would he ask Balca to marry him the day after he sexed up Eda? Even if they were hiding it and using Balca for subterfuge, why would they need to go all the way to engaged to do that?

I’m glad you’re feeling better. I agree that the video posted today with them all at Eda’s house with the flower and the chocolate looks very much like they’re doing the traditional asking for her hand for serious this time!

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Can’t wait to see them with their rings back on, we’ve been waiting so long.

Also, I have no idea why they are able to get away with this... maybe Eda found something while investigating that neutralized Babaanne? At least for the moment?

Anonymous said: Sometimes I hate being the audience, we know things that the characters don't and I want to yell at my tablet screen. I don't though because I don't want to confirm my parents thoughts that I am crazy, lol! Anyway I wanted to say that I appreciate you and the SCK community because none of my friends watch the show and I'm glad I have people to discuss this with, otherwise I'd actually go crazy. Edser & Hanker & the cast and crew make me happy! They're just amazing and I'm thankful for them!

Me too! I appreciate the cast and crew AND I appreciate the fandom. There are some very lovely people here, and I’m thrilled that I have you all to discuss the show and ship with because none of my friends or family in real life watch either. I’ve told many people about it, and sometimes I will drop words or phrases in Turkish that I’ve picked up watching and all they do is roll their eyes at me. (I enjoy that)

Also... talk back to that screen, I do. It’s fun. LOL.

Anonymous said: Thoughts on the fan theory that Eda & Serkan are actually already working together to bring her grandma down? Not sure that I really saw any clues throughout the episode that a scene of the two of them talking together was cut out but guess we could always get flashbacks to show it. I think for me that might make a little sense because how does Serkan not suspect that Grandma flat out made Eda breakup with him? He knows she wants them kept apart, he got arrested and then magically released which coincided with Eda staying away from him, entry of a prince interested in Eda and Eda being chummy with her Grandma 🧐. Or maybe he does suspect all of that but finally understands the risk that she poses to all of them so he agreed to end things? Very interested to see how the show gets us from that heartbreaking breakup to Serkan & Eda being jealous at the restaurant.

My apologies, I know this ask was sent before some of the recent spoilers including the second promo with the... uh... explosion. (sex) So at this point I do not think they are working together, the break up appears to be real. So it will be interesting how the first 2 hours of this episode plays out. I assume the sex will be in the last 15 minutes.

It looks like Serkan’s tact is to pretend he’s over her and moving on and let that drive her crazy. So I’d say that in order to do that, he has a pretty good idea why Eda broke up with him and knows it’s because of Babaanne and threats against him.

Anonymous said: Can I just say - I really dislike Ayfer. And I just realized that she has had like no growth at all in these 25 episodes. I guess she has an instagram business now? There is such a huge contrast between how they've developed her and Aydan, not only in how they view EdSer's relationship but on their own as well. Aydan is a new woman while Ayfer is still just a hater and a negative nancy about everything. You'd think they'd give her a better storyline with her mother in town but I don't see it

Since you sent this I’ve answered another ask about Ayfer here. I very much agree with you. She reacts negatively to everything, I’m not sure why the girls like to hang out with her so much, they have to hide everything and she is like a damp rag covering any bit of excitement.

On rewatching some of the early episodes, I have noticed that she was negative from the beginning. She was even annoying in her first second on screen, when she was waking Eda up to go help with the soil delivery. I hate that shrill voice she uses to say Günaydın over and over again.

You’re so right that she hasn’t had much if any growth. Neither she nor Aydan were excited by the Eda/Serkan pairing from the beginning. Aydan was more vocal, but Ayfer was just as disapproving. And frankly, even though between the two of them, Aydan might have seemed like the more formidable foe to the relationship, Ayfer actually always had more power. Just because Serkan Bolat is going to do whatever he wants to do and he’s not going to be swayed by his mother’s disapproval, but as we’ve seen in episode 21 Eda is more susceptible to her aunt’s guilt and disapproval. Remember when she asked Eda if she could trust Serkan’s positive assessment of her work because he might lie if he has feelings for her!?! GRRRRRRRRR.

The other big difference is that once Aydan saw how absolutely heartbroken Serkan was, she completely changed her tune and became supportive of the relationship. Her son’s happiness mattered to her. While Ayfer sat there last week and watched her heartbroken niece and reacted with glee. Eda’s happiness is apparently not important to Ayfer.

If indeed the Bolat’s have come to woo Eda, it will be interesting to see how Ayfer reacts. Will she come around on her own or will Eda have to give her an ultimatum. I wouldn’t mind that, actually. Give Ayfer a reality check on the way she’s been behaving, just as controlling as her mother.

Anonymous said:bHey Liza! Thanks for your thoughts on ep25, was looking forward to them today cause you're always rational and I pretty much agree with all you've said lol. The number of ppl mad at Eda/saying her character is ruined is wild, did they watch the same episode?? Eda HAD to end things because of the shit her grandma was pulling, like it wasn't small things she has serious connections, obviously Eda isn't gonna endanger serkan!! I really hope the people being irrational read your answers lol. The only thing that's bothering me about the episodes is that this is supposed to be a romantic comedy and I'm missing that (gotta be honest I fast forwarded thru the Alex ayfer aydan stuff lol) but hoping for some funny Edser stuff at least lol. Also THE PRINCE REALLY DO BE CRAZY lmao

This was also sent before some of the recent schedules. It looks to me like we’re are in for a bit of romance the next few episodes.

I’M SO EXCITED!!

Anonymous said: the prince is very specifically credited as a guest actor, so i think that maybe he'll only be here for 1 or 2 more episodes max. which makes me think that this arc at least with him directly involved won't last very long. i'm excited about the bombshell to be dropped though because as of right now neither eda or serkan know exactly what babaanne's plan for him is in regards to eda.. and not to mention his other creepy motives that have to do with his dead wife.

I haven’t seen him mentioned in any BTS stuff for 27... maybe he makes his exit is 26? We shall see.

Anonymous said: while i understand where serkan was coming from in his decision to not tell eda the truth, it was coming from a purely selfish reason (even he says that) eda's decision is bc of a very real 3rd party threat that would have consequences for serkan's family, business, and his wellbeing. and eda has no time to prepare a plan or anything of the sort; she's basically backed into a corner. i really wonder why serkan is granted so much more understanding in the fandom than eda's character..

I don’t agree that Serkan was coming from a “purely selfish place.” I don’t remember Serkan saying that and if he did, I’m sure it’s because he’s attributing all his motives to the one he’s most ashamed of feeling. Because while there was something selfish in not wanting her to know the truth and not wanting her to think of her dead parents when she looked at him, I think it’s clear he was also trying to protect her from those thoughts. He was trying to protect her from the heartbreak of dredging up their deaths, protecting her from having to make the decision to leave him. It was a lot more complicated then just him being “purely selfish.” Remember he inflicted the greatest heartbreak on himself, you don’t do that for purely selfish reasons.

It would be nice if anytime something went wrong, there wasn’t a knee-jerk reaction to vilify one or the other characters.

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