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taegimood · 5 months

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mj!! i just saw a tiktok thats like "check ur tone before talking to my girl / watch how u talking to her" and neow i need urbig brained delicious thoughts (sfw or nsfw idc!) on possesive/protective!txt !!!!! 🧎🧎

omfg help… instant wet panties 😵‍💫 i hope this is what you had in mind~

edit: y’all i’m CACKLING at these responses i PROMISE it’s not btob minhyuk in soob’s 💀 i just used the first name that came to my mind HAHAHSKSNJ

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yeonjun would not HESITATE.. you’d be at a party together, splitting off for a bit to hang with your respective friends; as protective as he is, he knows you can handle yourself so he’s not immediately racing over when he sees the guy that approaches you.. though his eyes might as well be burning little fires into the guy’s head from the way he’s staring across the room. he’s keeping an eye on his every move, unbeknownst to you; you’re just minding your business, chatting with your friends, and this rando is getting a little too close for comfort, talkin bout sum “why don’t you pay more attention to me instead ahaha” and it’s when you reject his continual advances that his face sours and the name-calling starts. “don’t be such a bitch, you’re lucky i’m even-“

“watch your fucking mouth before i shut it for you.” aaaand there’s yeonjun, seemingly coming out of nowhere. his hand is fixed in an iron grip on the guy’s wrist which had been extending towards you, staring him down — literally down, yeonjun’s height easily surpassing his — with every indication of “i’ll fuck your shit up if i have to” in his eyes. you can tell right away that the guy’s bark is much bigger than his bite as his own eyes are wide, attempting to yank his hand away to no avail, before yeonjun finally releases his grip a few moments later to watch him quickly retreat back into the crowd after some hastily-mumbled apologies. yeonjun scoffs and throws an arm around your shoulders, grumbling and eyeing the area as you just look up at him with a cocked brow and a growing smile, like hello how’d i bag such a baddie ??? him catching your stare and when you jokingly ask “jealous?” he’s rolling his eyes and grumbling about how no one can talk to his girl like that.. he sticks with you the rest of the night, getting extra grabby as you leave to go home — “gotta get your mind off of limpdick lee 🙄” — and you can imagine how the rest of the night goes when he’s determined to show you exactly how you deserve to be treated by a real man 🤤

soobin, bro.. you don’t even see it coming. usually your boyfriend gets pouty and grumpy when he’s jealous, more cute than anything, so you can’t even believe your eyes — or ears — when this time he actually gets scary. not scary for you; you’re just terrified for the other guy. this is the first time you’ve really seen him get so protective; you’d joined him for some schoolmate reunion party that he didn’t even wanna go to in the first place, grumbling about how awkward it would be (but then blushing and grinning to himself when you pointed out how awestruck everyone would become over his 100/10 visuals) and so here you are, his hand in yours as you walk around being introduced to his old classmates. it’s when he leaves you with a kiss on your cheek to go use the bathroom that it happens. you’re perusing the refreshment table, deciding which drink to grab for soobin, when this guy that’s been hanging around the table starts edging himself closer to you. you nearly jump out of your skin when you glance up to see him already staring from 3 feet away. this dude (whose icky school reputation you’re unaware of) becomes relentless in his “flirting”, talking about your body, trying to touch your hair, making you all-around uncomfortable as fuck until suddenly he stops mid-sentence and just stares up at something past your head like a deer in headlights. confused, you turn around and soobin is suddenly standing right behind you with the NASTIEST, MEANEST, most STEELY glare you’ve ever seen grace his pretty face. “minhyuk.” his voice instantly sends shivers up your spine (and down to your core). this ‘minhyuk’ is already backing off with his hands up in surrender as soobin goes, “if you don’t walk the fuck away from her right now, i will make you regret it.” GAH DAMN…. GAH DAMN…. the way you jump his bones later is unreal i’m just sayin. minhyuk is quick to apologize and leave you alone while soobin is quick to grumble out a “we’re leaving” with an aggravated pout forming on his face, the one you know so well — but holy fuck is this about to be the roughest, yummiest, BEST sex that you’ve ever had.

beomgyu omfg 😭 he doesn’t even TRY to have any chill. you’re out shopping together and he’s already hanging all over you in the first place, ever the clingy baby, so when some guy has the AUDACITY to still come up and try hitting on you, beomgyu is not having it. you’re in the video game section arguing over which league of legends dlc you guys should download when you get home, you stopping to test out smash bros on the newest switch model while beomgyu’s got his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder and rocking you back and forth obnoxiously — “GYU YOU’RE MAKING ME DIZZY” “well pay attention to me!!! 😩” — and neither of you notice the store employee that had been lingering in the same aisle, restocking the controller shelf and sneaking glances in your direction. he makes his move when gyu gets distracted by something off to your other side, arms untangling from your waist as he leans over to take a look at the other shelf with one finger hooking mindlessly through your belt loop. “there’s actually a pretty cool new feature on that one, here lemme show you 😉” you’re standing there like 👁️👄👁️ when the voice that is not your boyfriend’s is suddenly all up in your space, this guy reaching past you from behind, going through some game settings that you’re not even paying attention to because why is this guy’s sweaty chest pressed up against my back?????? “what the fuck” aaand beomgyu has tuned back into the channel. lip curled and a 🤨 look on his face that he doesn’t even try to hide; you’re both standing there like the surprised pikachu meme for a second before the cogs start turning again. “dude. why are you touching my girl?” shouldering his way between you, arm protectively going around your waist again as he blocks the employee off with his large frame. the guy’s hands going up as he defends himself, “hey, she was asking for it.” THE WAYYYYY THAT BEOMGYU’S JAW WOULD DROP ??!?! “what the fuck did you just say?” ohhhhhhhh he’s mad now.. facing the guy while keeping you behind him, dude’s eyes widening as he realizes his mistake — “uh, i didn’t mean-“ “i don’t care what the fuck you meant, you don’t get to fucking talk to my girl like that, you piece of-” you have to DRAG him out of the store and he’s ranting the entire way, finally grabbing your face and kissing you firmly when you get to the car before grumbling “you weren’t asking for shit..” league of legends be damned, he’s fucking you good the second you get home.

taehyun….. 👁️👁️ is it hot in here already….? you guys don’t go clubbing often, but when you do, your boyfriend is like a blinking neon sign that reads “touch my girl and i’ll run you into the ground 😀.” he hates leaving you alone even for a second, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he doesn’t trust “all these fucking horndogs that wanna get with you.” his words, not yours. barely drinks anything at first cuz if he has to pee then he has to leave you alone 💀 eventually you convince him to be more chill, have some drinks, and you’re enjoying yourselves — pressed all up on him on the side of the dance floor 🤤 — until begrudgingly he finally excuses himself to the bathroom. you stay put, bopping your head along to the music as you sip at your drink, leaning against the wall to avoid getting knocked into by any dancing bodies. perhaps this backfires, however, when one of those bodies, fairly drunk and heading straight for you, cages you in with his arms before you can even process his intention. his breath reeks of alcohol as you flatten yourself as much against the wall as you can, eyes flitting nervously towards the direction of the bathrooms, praying taehyun will be quick as this manchild croons to you about how he’s been watching you all night and couldn’t wait to get you alone like this. “my boyfriend’s gonna fuck you up,” you mutter, and fuck him up he does. in a flash the guy is on the ground, reeling from the gut punch he just received, taehyun standing there with a terrifyingly calm look on his face. “what do you think you’re doing?” there’s a warning in his eyes, a warning that this bitch ignores as he stumbles to his feet, throwing all kinds of colorful words at the both of you, before stopping mid-tirade as taehyun steps forward calmly, gripping the guy’s collar in his fist as he stares down at him and says with gritted teeth, “you have 5 seconds to walk away before i shove my foot so far up your ass that you’ll be tasting leather. try touching my girl like that again and see what fucking happens.” the raging storm in his eyes paired with the level tone of his voice has your thighs squeezing together despite the situation, and when the man scurries away, you almost feel dizzy at the burning kiss taehyun gives you. muttering “we aren’t coming here again” as he immediately leads you out to the car, heading back home where the filthiest fuck of your life awaits you 😍

kai tends to get quiet when he gets jealous. his instinct being to close himself off more, becoming a careful observer rather than an outright confronter; which is why you’re taken so off guard by the open display of back the fuck off that he dishes out one day when you’re at a convention together. you’re exploring the different booths hand in hand, gushing over the merch tables and limited edition figurines, debating whether or not you should add to your shared plushie collection — when suddenly from behind you comes a low “damn, what a nice ass.” you almost don’t catch it at first. you almost don’t process that it’s being directed at you if not for kai freezing beside you, gaze snapping over his shoulder to the crusty man stood eyeballing you shamelessly. you’re both in shock for a moment until an uneasy feeling creeps over you, and kai can tell. “what did you just say?” your eyes flicker up to him and widen; you’ve never seen him look so serious. his tone is careful, but you can tell that he’s angry. the man is rolling his eyes and saying something like “i wasn’t talking to you, kid, was i?” as he reaches forward as if ready to tweak at your skirt with his fingers. you quickly back up into kai and his hand is flashing out at lightning speed to shove the man’s arm back. “you need to step away.” he’s firm now, holding his ground even as the man sneers at him and starts, “yeah? or what-“ “you need to step away right now before i fucking make you. do not try me.” you’re GOBSMACKED, is this really your sweet plushie loving boyfriend ??!!?!? whatever sexy protective spirit possessed him, you hope that it stays, because the man is visibly shaken even as he scoffs and leaves the booth behind. you turn to look up at your boyfriend whose brows are furrowed over dark eyes, and he’s quickly asking if you’re okay, asking if you want to leave, rambling out questions of concern that have you interrupting him with a simple statement: “i’m gonna suck you off so good later.” his face turns bright red as he stops functioning for a second before groaning and mumbling all these things about how you should be treated like a princess and an angel and.. let’s just say that you definitely feel like one later that night after he’s done with you <3

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lodisama · 1 year

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AEROKINESIS (x.t)

jealous, frustrated xavier x f!reader

summary: reader is in weathervane, and comes across tyler and they have a conversation. making xavier jealous of how close you two are, it ends to something you never expected tw: tyl*r g*lpin

I breathe heavily, out of breath from my bike ride. I wasn’t in a hurry or anything. I just wanted to get to Weathervane before it rains. And it was starting to get gloomy. I don’t mind the rain, in fact I love it.

I practically escaped as soon as Nevermore’s school hours were done— And I might’ve left my friend alone, confused as to where I am now.

I park my bike next to the cafe’s glass window, making sure it doesn’t fall. I make my way to the glass door, the cold air hitting me. Immediately greeted by the usual barista, Tyler. “Good afternoo… Oh a Nevermore. Hi,” His voice falters when he lifts his face to see me. I don’t respond, given his reaction, instead i just went to a seat, at the very back, next to the window. I was the only one anyway.

I place a book on my table, clearly about to read it. I open it to the page I’m currently on. And that’s all I did, for the next five minutes, I consumed my brain with a book. Till I heard footsteps coming my way, I didn’t turn to it, I just waited for what he would say. “Is that Silvia Plath’s book?” The barista starts off.

“It’s clearly on the cover.” I say, obviously uninterested.

He hums, shifting. “Uh.. What can I get for you then?” He holds a pen and a tiny paper. I finally look up at him, seeing his brown curly locks and skinny body. I don’t think much of it. He did sound rude when he saw me come in. “Ice matcha, and a Banoffee pie. Put the pie on take out.” I listed. He nods writing everything down. “Alright, I’ll be with you in a sec.” He walks away to the kitchen door.

A few minutes later he came back with my order, an iced matcha on his hand, and a paper bag on the other. “Here you go, iced matcha, and your Banofee pie.” He smiles, placing the paper bag on my table. “Thank you.” I responded. I took the iced matcha and started mixing it. He just stayed there silently, looking like he wanted to say something to me. “I’m sorry for, uh—Sounding rude earlier, when you came in.” He points his thumb at the entrance door, stuttering through his words. I smile, finding it funny that he thinks it was a big deal. "Calm down, it's not a big deal." "Oh." Silence once again.

I love silences, if it were bad situations that is. Silence in conversations make me utterly uncomfortable. "Mind if i sit? My shift ends in 5 minutes." I stiffen at his debrief. I gulp, and nod. He smiles at this and he unties his apron. I gaze his actions, feeling somewhat uneasy and awkward. He folded it, and placed it on the table, sitting in front of me afterwards. I had both of my hands clasped under the table, waiting for anything to happen. He made himself comfortable, "So what kind of outcast are you?" He starts off again. "A wolf? Vampire, witch, telekinesis? What?" The curly haired, softly laughed. "Aerokinesis." I bluntly said. He stairs in confusion, waiting for me to explain.

"Never heard of that before," No shit. "I can manipulate wind. I can literally take your breath away." I laugh at my own joke. He did the same. It quickly stopped when my phone rang. Shit I whispered. I immediately grabbed my phone from my uniform pocket, the name caller displayed ‘xavier’. I answered immediately, not minding Tylers awkward stare. “Y/n, where the hell are you?” I was greeted by his furious tone. “Hello to you too Xavier,” I bite my lip, hoping he wasn’t mad, though I can already tell the pot’s boiling aggressively. "I've been looking everywhere for you, don't tell me you're by the lake again." The man sighs. " I'm at weathervane," My calm tone reassures him from his accusations of being by the lake. He wasn't really fond of the lake, due to being traumatized by the many unknown failures in the Poe Cup. He dropped the call when I had said where I was, common thing he does for no reason, though I don't find it rude. It was always one of his traits. I set my phone on the table, now looking at Tyler. His perplexed face made it hard for me to compose my laugh, I clear my throat. The rain started pouring loudly, the town looking dull and grey now.

"Want me to drive you to your creepy school? Looks like the rain's really gonna take its time." He bidded, his emerald eyes glistening with hope.

"Hmm.. I'd rather get wet in the rain, rather than be with a normie. Sorry." I shrugged, truly not sorry. This made him emmitt a chuckle. "Seriously? It's not like I'm the one whose a threat to people with her bizarre "super power". " He joked, causing me to smile. I shake my head "Good one, but I'm powerful as I am." I take a sip of my iced matcha, I accidentally turned my eyes at Tyler, for a good long while. He shakes his head, smiling like an idiot. "You weren't wrong when you said you take peoples breath away. No pun intended."

I huff out a laugh, not entertaining his statement. “I’ve heard that one too often” He shakes his head, looking down at his hands. “Hey, there’s a dance this weakened, do you maybe wanna—“ “She has a date.” I turn my head to Xavier’s tall figure. “Xavier,” I stood up, looking at his figure from head to toe. “You’re soaking wet.” His hair drenched, clothes all drowning in water. “Oh… Uh, my apologies, didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“Friend.” I corrected.

“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s go, Y/n.” His voice in a low and serious tone. I mumble a quiet Okay in embarrassment, knowing Tyler was watching all of this happen. I grab my things, including the paper bag with the Banofee pie inside. It was for him.

I take a hold of his hands, letting him drag me wherever he wants. He dragged me outside the cafe, with Tyler all alone to fend off his thoughts. He lead me to my bike, which was next to his, and I didn’t even notice it, or his presence. The rain just kept getting louder, the bike was no use.

Xavier was silent the whole time, though his demeanor was loud enough to speak for him. He noticed I was miserably staring at my bike, not sure what to do since the rain really did everything it could to prevent me from using it.

“Leave it. We can go grab it tomorrow.” He softly said, but his tone was rather harsh. I hummed, non-verbally saying okay. He takes my hand, pulling me close to his body. My face becomes hard like stone, unable to move. My face turning crimson red.

“ ‘Friend’, really?” He practically shouts over the loud noise of the rain.

My head tilts up, perplexed. “What?” I say in the same volume as his words.

“Am I just a friend to you?”

“What do you mean?” His grip on my hand tightens.

A punch of realization hits my senses hard. “I—I’m sorry, I thought—“ I pause each word. What am I supposed to say now? He lowers his head to me. “Have I really not showed you enough? Or do I have to say it to your face?” He whispered. The rain was loud to silence both of our voices, but somehow, I heard him loud and clear.

My eyes flutter, my words tied in a knot. I swallow a limp in my throat. We were inches apart, the hesitation blocking the moment.

His eyes, those eyes— They were on mine, and so are mine. His other hand that wasn’t occupied by our tangled hands, made its way to my cheek. I didn’t even realize that the rain painted itself on my face till he touched them. Caressing it around my cheek to disappear.

Now this type of silence is what I love. Our silence. His lips slowly opened, it closes again. “I… like you, Y/n. You have no idea.” His face softens, as my whole body bursts in the flames. I couldn’t contain my happiness, and I leaned in. Our lips felt like they were made for each other. The warmth of his, and the coldness of mine felt good.

It took him a second to respond, but when he did, another flame was set ablaze. I didn’t think his grip on my hand could get tighter but it did. My free hand held his chest for support as his height was too much for me.

What felt like eternity finally came to an end when he broke the kiss. His warm hand still on my cheek, caressing it once more. “You take my breath away.” When he was the one who says it, it felt right and belonging.

“I like you too Xavier.” I smiled, and so did he.

The hand that was on my cheek, slowly made its way to my hair. He tugs it behind my ear. A kiss on my forehead being the cherry on top.

authors note: this is cringe but i kind of love the idea of tyler just watching this at the window lmao

also 2k on my first post??? thank you so much ohmygod

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pendarling · 7 months

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Just Faking It

Hero fixed their hair again; the attire was uncomfortable, but the food tasted good. The jovial spirits of the other customers were found unmatched here in their booth, which felt tense and awkward. At least for Hero, they felt that way.

Villain seemed more relaxed than them.

Nothing was more annoying than being forced to attend a mission as a fake couple. It was humiliating to be seen like this; Hero had better things to do. Although they had to admit, Villain was… well… a little above average in terms of looks. Their personality could draw a crowd; something about having a flare bright enough to cause a disruption in town.

They've been trying to get their attention forever, but it just looked like they were too oblivious. It was always the stunning people with the worst sense of awareness. Sometimes, Villain did come off as selfish, but it wasn't anything Hero didn't expect; with Villain's head so focused on themselves, they should've known it would result in their lack of engagement for others. It's probably the core reason why they weren't interested in them.

They watched as the other right across them flagged down yet another server and insisted they pour their glass of wine again. Villain's face was already beginning to light up with drunken happiness. Personally, they didn't take Villain to be a wine person, yet here they were.

"You gonna eat?" They smiled lopsidedly while gesturing with their cup at their plate.

Hero let out a huff of disapproval and wrapped their arms around themselves. Under Villain's gaze, it was impossible not to feel like they were actively trying to intimidate them.

These clothes were so out of their usual style.

Hero looked around the dim-lit restaurant and tried to focus on the target, sitting just a few booths down. The damn CEO was why Villain and Hero were forced to investigate. Their only downside was Villain's lack of concern for the mission. Instead, they seemed to be distracted by the variety of desserts available.

"Can't you stop indulging and restrain yourself for a minute?" They harshly whispered while keeping track of the target.

"But I am restraining myself." Hero turned briefly to throw a questioning stare only to catch Villain's eyes travelling along their neck.

"Cut it out."

They hummed lowly and pushed the pasta around on their plate. "Whatever you say."

This dragged on too long, and Hero was ready to send the attack immediately. The CEO stood, leaving their damsels cooing as they finally walked toward the bathrooms.

"Now! "They whispered. Hero double-checked that their blade was secured on their hips and slipped out of their seat to discreetly follow the other. Villain coughed slightly as they tried to chug down the remaining wine and join their companion.

The booth the CEO was just in had been filled with all types of escorts hired by Hero's Agency to go undercover for this project. It was amazing how they all agreed, most admitting that the CEO was just another cash cow who loved to throw around their money in the hopes that their plans would come true. Hero opened the curtains and closed them right behind them just as Villain made it in.

"What're you two doing in here? We're not supposed to interact." The woman in the centre was a blonde worker. It wasn't a lie to say that she and her entire team were all equally stunning. It almost left Hero at a loss for words.

"Did you put the poison in?" Hero asked as they looked around the seat and table for the device tagged underneath.

Hero's hand grasped what they were looking for and pulled it out. "A bomb?!" Another woman spoke with her eyes flung open.

The secret worker jolted from her spot and inspected it. "How'd you see that?" It was a small portable device in Hero's hand. But easily recognizable. "The CEO's onto us?"

"Yes."

Villain sat beside the brunette on the red leather seat with an arm wrapped around her. "Relax, we'll handle this."

"I saw them plant it just before they left to go to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't turned on." Hero pocketed the small device and glanced at Villain, now surrounded by the other workers. They couldn't believe they could be thinking about that at a time so constraining.

"Villain!" They moved over to the other side and glared down at them; Villain was still in high spirits from the rush of alcohol. "We need to go!"

"Just a minute…" They sighed before facing another woman who entertained the advancements, but it had gone beyond them. Hero scowled and moved out of the booth, fuming.

What was Villain thinking anyway? They would finish this project with or without them by the night's end.

The CEO's laughter was caught in the air as several footsteps made their way to the booth.

"Fuck!"

Villain sprang out of the chair and attempted to dash out, but the tall figure of their target blocked the way.

"Oh, hahaha," Hero nervously fidgeted. How could they let themselves get caught like this?

The centre worker stood from their seat and rushed over to the target's side, "These people were just about to leave. They were just asking a few questions."

"Were they?" CEO questioningly looked to the side; next to them were several of their personal bodyguards who stared down at the two. "And what questions were that?"

"About you, of course!" Hero chimed in, "We noticed that someone as powerful as you was attending this same restauraunt, we just wanted to know how we could admire you."

Villain nodded in agreement, "Yeah- there's nothing more profound than a strong figure like yourself here."

It seemed to work, and the blonde worker sighed with relief. The target's eyes lightened up at that, "Well, there's plenty of ways to show your respect for me, although I've never had anyone personally show such interest openly. "

"Well, I guess we should be on our way then. Don't want to waste your time." Villain grabbed Hero as they made their exit. It seemed they would be safe for now, but they've interacted with them; they needed to be more careful.

"Now, just hold on a second."

Hero felt their arm tugged back slightly. They paused in their tracks, and Villain looked behind them. The worker stood confused.

"We've only just met. Why don't we get a little accustomed to each other?"

Hero blinked idly at Villain with a questioning face. It looked like there would be a change of plans, "Well," Hero nervously began, "I would love to; however, you see, I'm already here with someone." They gestured to Villain.

"Please, I'm sure if you really had such great admiration, you wouldn't pass up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." They laughed as the guards pushed Villain out of the way, and Hero was locked tightly into the CEO's firm grip. From behind, they saw the escorts look at each other skeptically. "A pretty thing like you has better things to do anyways."

Hero faked a laugh, "You're really… too kind."

It infuriated Villain, not because the plans were ruined so quickly but because who did they think they were to take their date!? Who does that?! Villain forcibly pushed the standing guards and spoke louder, "Hey, jerk, that's my date you're stealing!" Their arms were pulled behind them.

The blonde escort placed a hand on Hero's shoulder, "Please, reconsider your decision, we don't have to take this kind guest with us."

They huffed at the escort's words, "Sit down, I'll make the decisions, you're just hired for my entertainment."

They couldn't hear Villain anymore; comforting hands from the escort told them to not look behind them and to follow through. "Of course, sorry for stepping out of line."

They couldn't believe it. Were they really going to end up as some kind of hostage? They knew Sidekick should've followed them in case something like this happened.

Another person in a suit pulled back the curtains, "Your ride has arrived."

"Excellent," They pulled out a cigar, and one of the guards lit it for them, "You'll come with me." Hero was pushed outside and into the cold night. Their eyes still searching for Villain. Hopefully, nothing bad happened with them. This was all so unfamiliar. They still had the dagger attached to their thigh, hidden away. Maybe they could find an opportunity to escape.

A dark car pulled into against the curb. Hero sat on the dark red leather chair, fabricating a contempt expression. They were flexible. They'd come up with something.

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frvnkcastles · 1 year

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hi bestie i have a fic request if you’re taking them :) one where frank and reader have been seriously dating for a while and they’ve both started to think about marriage but haven’t discussed it together. so i’m thinking frank asks out of the blue after being nervous and acting weird for a couple days, he says something like “i ain’t asking yet, but if i asked you to marry me, would you say yes?”

but if you’re not taking requests or if this doesn’t inspire you, please disregard and have a super nice day!! 🥰🌷🌟

NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When your friend’s wedding comes up, Frank is convinced he wants one with you.

Warnings: Mentions of loss, mostly just fluff, feminine nicknames

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: This was actually a half-finished fic I had written a few years ago and this request inspired me to adapt it a little bit and finish it :) I hope you like it <3 I would marry this man in a heartbeat.

Ever since your and Frank’s two friends had announced they were getting married, he had been rewinding back to how it had felt for him. The domesticity, the joy of calling his wife, well, his wife; the relief of having someone by his side through thick and thin. That last part still rang true for him — you were his rock as he was yours, and it was for that reason that he reflected upon his first marriage with fondness and nostalgia, instead of the usual misery and regret. It still hurt, but as he watched you fill out the RSVP card and giddily talk about getting to take part in your dear friend’s wedding… yeah, that softened the blow.

In fact, it made him think of something he had long ago given up on. Revived some old dream he had buried, brought back feelings he hadn’t expected to ever feel again. Because of you. And as he watched you sit on the floor in front of him, rambling on about the kind of dress you’d be wearing, he couldn’t help but suppress a smile — not just at the idea of you in that dress, but the fact that you were all his. Awkward rambles and all.

And my God, was he all yours.

The more he thought about gathering up the courage to ask you to marry him, the more nervous he became. He was usually so unwavering and confident, but it was no news that next to the women he loved, he was just a puppy dog. He was far from scary or menacing — he was just a man in love, hoping the woman of his dreams wanted to spend the rest of her days with him the way he did, too.

Still, he had hoped you wouldn’t notice. But apparently, he wasn’t as good at hiding it as he thought.

You first picked up on something on his mind when he was watching you try on your dress for the wedding. You were rambling about the details on the dress when you realized that even for someone quiet, Frank was being exceptionally silent. You looked at him through the mirror, only to find him smiling at you from across the room, dark eyes focused on you yet his attention not quite there.

”Baby?” you spoke up, ”you okay there?”

Clearing his throat, Frank nodded and wiped the lovestruck smile off of his face. ”Just fine, sweetheart. You look really pretty, y’know that? Could stare at you all day”, he noted, making you blush and forget all about the worry embering in your heart.

He was good at deflecting, making you flustered with genuine but calculated compliments, and changing the subject when you tried to poke. But as endearing as his longing gazes could be, you noticed he got quiet when you showed him pictures of your friend’s wedding ring, and again when you decided to get in the right mood by watching your favorite rom-com.

Finally, when you were listening to the playlist your friend had sent over, and Frank seemed to grow uncomfortable yet again, you decided to be brave and approach the subject head-on.

”Hey, you know you don’t have to come with me, right?” you pointed out, and with his eyebrows drawn together, Frank looked over to you from across the couch where you were both seated.

”You don’t want me to?” he questioned, seeming a little dejected, so you rushed to grab his hand.

”I want you there. But I can tell this might be a little much for you, and it’s no wonder. It’s okay to be sad, my love. Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?” you pleaded, and with an affectionate smile breaking on his face, Frank pulled you in so he could kiss your temple.

”It ain’t that, I promise. Sure, it’s, uh… a reminder, I s’pose. But right now, ’m just feelin’ real lucky to be here with you, aight?” he reassured you, and even though you seemed hesitant to believe him, you nodded.

”I want to be there with you”, Frank added.

And indeed, when the day of the wedding arrived, you were the only thing in his sights. You looked breathtaking in the lilac dress and he made sure you knew — and when you returned the compliment at his suit with a cheeky joke, his heart made a somersault in his chest. You were radiating with joy and love all day long, yet at the same time you had taken on so much responsibility to ensure your friend would have a smooth celebration, and that all the guests would feel at home. You were a natural and it warmed Frank’s heart even when you rejected his help with a kiss and told him to get a drink.

That was what he did, his gaze still stuck on you as you danced with one of your mutual friends’ kids across the venue. A soft smile tugged on his lips as he watched you shed the jacket he had given you so you could move easier, your laugh easy to pick out even through the music and chatter. You were his whole focus, always.

Chuckling, Frank then finished his beer before striding across the floor and over to you. He’d have to wait until later to make his plan come true, but until then, he was desperate to hold you close to him.

”Mind if I cut in, buddy?” Frank rasped at the little boy you had been twirling around, and although he seemed reluctant, above all he was intimidated by the burly man by your side suddenly. Quick as that, the kids vanished from around you and you couldn’t help but giggle while turning to Frank who instinctively slid his hands across your hips to reel you into his chest.

”It’s mean to scare kids”, you pointed out teasingly, well-aware that children adored him — he was a dad through and through, but there was no doubt that for the sake of stealing you all to himself, he had put a little extra meanness into his stare.

”What can I say, sweetheart”, he whispered into your ear, his smile touching your cheek as he leaned into you, ”I get jealous easily.”

You laughed at that, and it only widened Frank’s grin as he dropped his forehead to yours and swayed side to side with you. You were shorter but you were managing to hold onto his neck, nearly on your tiptoes as he took the lead and moved you across the floor in gentle, tender movements. His firm chest felt like a safe place and his arms around you put a smile on your face — almost as big as the love in your eyes as you shyly beamed up at him.

You couldn’t help but notice him glancing around while you kept dancing, his hands just the slightest bit shaky instead of their steady selves, and a frown deepened your forehead. ”Are you okay, baby? You seem… nervous, again”, you pointed out, and quickly looking back at you, he nodded.

”I’m okay, sweetheart”, he insisted before leaning foreard to kiss your forehead. ”Hey, I love you. With my whole damn heart, you know that? Ain’t no one I’d rather be dancin’ with right now”, he went on, and feeling you tense up in his arms, he emphasized his own words, ”no one.”

You nearly shed a tear at that, and even though they didn’t hold as much meaning coming from you, you returned the sentiment. ”Me either”, you hummed into his chest, ”I love you so much, Frank.”

More than one song passed with him just holding you, thinking of how lucky he was, the occasional careful kiss pressed into your hair while you clung onto him. It was warm and safe and you wouldn’t have changed a thing for the world.

Only when the midnight hours were rolling in, the crowd was beginning to dismantle and the happily new-weds were officially sent off to their honeymoon. As you watched their car drive away with all their loved ones waving them off, you couldn’t help but tear up — in response, Frank took your hand and held it as tight as you needed.

Not much later, people were turning to you to thank for a job well done before leaving in their own rides. Frank could have sworn you were an angel, smiling at each and every one of them and wishing them a safe journey home. Eventually, there was no one left but you and him and the clean-up crew, and just as you faced Frank to tell him your feet were killing you, he interjected by simply standing there.

He was holding a big bouquet of different colored roses in his hands, looking absolutely gorgeous with his dark eyes and white shirt and shy smile as he eyed you up and down. It wasn’t until he was handing over the flowers that you realized it wasn’t a dream, and upon recognizing the bouquet, you gasped.

”Oh no, did she forget—”, you started, wondering if the bride would have loved to have her flowers with her, but cutting you off, Frank shook his head while urging you to take them.

”Nah. It’s for you, sweetheart”, he stated simply, and when you gave him a curious smile, he chuckled. ”She, uh, she let me have it. She was gonna do the whole throwin’ thing, y’know?” he went on, and again, you gasped.

”Oh, I knew we forgot something!” you huffed, and chuckling, Frank scratched the back of his neck.

”No, no, uh… I asked her if I could have it. See, uh, she’d throw the bouquet to see who gets married next, yeah?” he tried explaining, and when you nodded, he broke into a flustered smile. ”Guess I just didn’t wanna take the chance you’d miss”, he finished, and at that, your smile dropped and you glanced between the bridal bouquet and him with disbelief.

”I ain’t askin’ yet… but if I did, would ya say yes?” he continued, fiddling with his hands nervously while waiting to see any reaction on your face. For a second, he wondered if it had been a terrible idea, but then your eyes started welling up and your hand flew to your mouth as you fidgeted and looked at the flowers and then back at Frank whose eyes lit up with excitement and relief.

”You’d really… you’d have me?” you whispered, your voice fragile as you reveled in the fantasy of standing like this with him some day — face to face, you in a dress, him in a suit with flowers in your hands and the moonlight above you.

”Hell yeah, sweetheart. If you’d have me. ’Cause I fuckin’ adore you. More than words can say, but you, uh, you… you make me feel alive. And happy to be alive. I can’t imagine a single day without you”, he sighed, and with a vigorous nod, you leaped forward to wrap your arms around him.

”Yes”, you cried out before pulling back just to kiss him, ”yes now and every day after this one. Whenever you want to do it… my answer will be the same.”

Grinning, Frank hugged you tight and closed his eyes while squeezing you. The two of you rocked back and forth in one another’s arms, silent apart from your sniffles, until you spoke up. ”This explains why you’ve been acting so weird lately. You’d really think the big bad Punisher would be better at staying calm under pressure”, you joked, earning a snort from Frank.

”Hey, this was really fuckin’ important. I wasn’t sure, y’know?” he shrugged while letting go of you enough to cradle your hands in his own and look into your eyes.

”Awww, Frankie”, you smiled up at him, ”you had no reason to be nervous. I’m completely and entirely in love with you.” With love twinkling in his eyes, he leaned into seal the distance between your lips, kissing you deeply. He stole your breath away, as he always did.

”Thank you for always bein’ patient with me. I know it ain’t always easy to be with me… but I hope it’s worth it. I’mma make it my mission to make sure of that”, he swore while resting his forehead against yours, and with another smile, you nodded.

”You’re always worth it, Frank.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

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gojo-mochi · 5 months

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Softyyy! I hope you’re having a good holiday! ⭐️ May I have a little mistletoe smooch from Doffy?

LOOOO ~~ Sorry it wasnt so little... doffy took over my keyboard at the end ifk aksdjfsdf

Doflamingo wasn’t one for holiday cheer personally, but that didn’t stop him from pretending to be all holly jolly in front of the people of Dressrosa. Dressing up in a somewhat skimpy Santa outfit, which consists of the usual red pants with white trimming and Santa hat, But instead of his usual pink-feathered coat, it was now replaced by a long red coat with fluffy white trimmings. Still shirtless as ever, he addresses his citizens, announcing the start of the holiday. Confetti exploded all around the island; the toys carried out presents that Doflamingo said he personally brought, but in truth, it was the toys and missing people underneath the island that made them. But as long as the citizens were dumb and happy, it was fine.

Although he didn’t really care for this holiday, keeping up appearances was important for Doflamingo, so he was extremely busy today, leaving you all to your lonesome. As you should be used to, being the lover of someone like Doflamingo comes with its perks and its drawbacks. One of the drawbacks is sharing your lover with everyone else, in the sense of them taking all of his time. So here you stood, right behind Doflamingo, as he strutted around in his silly little outfit, speaking with other members of the family, pirates, government officials, and too many others to count.

You eventually got bored of waiting around and wandered off on your own for a while, enjoying the many decorations that were set up in the castle. Looking down at the city, where Christmas lights twinkle and people dance merrily on the street, It gives you a sense of melancholy; a small part of you wishes that you were free to do that with your lover as well. You brush off that feeling and shake your head. You know what kind of man Doflamingo was, and you love him all the same. Time passed a lot faster than you noticed, then you felt a tapping on your shoulder and turned around to find a servant. She greets you with a shaky smile and tells you that Doflamingo is asking you to appear in his bedroom.

You thanked the servant, and she scurried off in a hurry. You tried to hurry to the bedroom as well, knowing your lover was sort of an impatient man. You arrive at the grand set of doors a few moments later, knocking on the door and hearing a gruff “Come in.” You push open the doors to find your lover lying on the bed, still in that Santa outfit, but the robe is tied together now, covering his chest. Wrapped with a pretty big red bow on his stomach, Doffy smirks, waggling a finger at you in a ‘come hither’ motion. He was propped on a small mountain of pillows behind him, laying on his back with his arms now behind his head as he watched you stalk forward without a word being said between the two of you.

You climb up on the bed, kneeling in front of Doffy, looking for another sign of what to do next. Doffy takes the awkwardness and makes sure to stretch it uncomfortably thin, the asshole. “Why are you just staring? Are you not going to unwrap your present?” He droons out, a frown on his lips, though you can tell it was fake by the way it was twitching at the end. You roll your eyes at your lover’s antics, shuffling over and going right on top of the blonde, straddling his lap. Your hands wander around his chest, groping around a bit in the way you know he likes it. Slowly take your time to unwrap the bow around his middle, letting it slip from his torso along with the robe. Revealing his nice-toned chest to you and a small surprise as his body is covered in ribbons as well, almost like bondage.

Your finger traces the outline of the ribbons on his body, brushing across all the sensitive areas, causing Doffy to groan and bring his arms from behind his head and on to you. A hand envelopes itself around your throat, squeezing in a possessive manner. Forcing you to look up directly at him, his breath washed over you as he cooed at your face. “Before I forget, I had another small present in store for you.” He pulls something out of his pocket, still holding your throat in his other hand. He pulls out a mistletoe and places it above your head. “Now for my present~” He ends the sentence by crashing his lips on yours, hot and passionate, leaving no room or space in between your bodies.

Rolling you over on your back and pressing right on you, his lips never left you once. Not until you were yanking on his hair, gasping for air, once he finally let you go. You find yourself face-to-face with Doffy, who wears a wicked grin on his face.

“The holidays aren’t over; I still haven’t unwrapped my present yet~”

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hardstraykidshours · 1 year

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mine

pairing: jeongin x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: when a stranger strikes up a conversation with you in a bar, jeongin decides to remind him who you're really going to be going home with.

length: 2.1k

warnings: profanity, jealousy/insecurity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!jeongin, sub!reader, semi public sex, fingering (f. receiving), marking (hickeys hickeys and more hickeys), possessiveness (because jeongin is jealous), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you glance up from the table for the millionth time in the last five minutes before sighing to yourself and returning to scrolling mindlessly on instagram. jeongin has been stuck in line at the bar to get the two of you drinks for what seems like an eternity. you know it’s not his fault it’s taking so long, you just always feel so awkward when the two of you go out, and you inevitably have to wait at the table by yourself.

“here all alone?” the voice makes you jump slightly, and you look up from your phone to find a guy sliding into the chair across from you.

“oh no,” you say as you feel heat rising to your cheeks. “he’s just waiting in line getting us drinks.” you turn in your seat and gesture towards jeongin, hoping to get his attention when you do, but he’s finally up at the bar ordering, so he doesn’t notice.

“well then, how about i keep you company while you wait,” he puts his elbows on the table and leans closer, grinning broadly at you.

you can literally think of nothing else you would hate more, but you don’t know how to say no to people, so you find yourself complying. “um, okay, yeah.”

the next few minutes pass in a blur of random chit chat that you don’t really know how to engage in. every time he says something and you don’t know what to say, which is often because you hate small talk, you laugh nervously and just hope your smile doesn’t look too fake. the guy either doesn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable you are or he simply doesn’t care, because he just keeps on with the conversation, asking you questions every now and again.

even after jeongin returns to the table with your drinks, the guy doesn’t leave. he just keeps trying to chit chat with you. one of his friends comes over and strikes up a conversation with jeongin, who you can tell is enjoying this just about as much as you are. after a few minutes, he glances down at his phone before interrupting the conversation.

“sorry, i need to steal her for a moment, we’ll be right back,” he wraps his hand gently around your upper arm and starts pulling you away from the table.

“don’t be long,” the stranger says, throwing you a flirtatious grin. ew. you literally can’t stand it when men openly hit on women in front of their boyfriends. and did he just wink at you? thank god jeongin came to the rescue. you saw that there was nothing on his phone when he looked at it, so you know he was just pretending there was as an excuse to leave. even though you haven’t been at the bar for that long, you can’t wait to get out of here.

except instead of turning right towards the door, jeongin directs you left and down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“where are we going?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer. he simply opens the door to the single stall bathroom, pulls you inside, and locks the door.

“wha-” you don’t even get a chance to finish your question because you find yourself being pushed against the bathroom door while his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. you barely have time to return the kiss before he’s ripping his mouth away and dragging it along your jaw and down your throat. you tip your head back and gasp at the sensation of him biting and sucking across the entire length of your neck. hard.

you can feel the marks forming almost instantly with how aggressively he’s attacking your neck. he’s left a few hickies before, but not often, and usually only in places where no one else can see. you're frozen in shock for a few moments, overwhelmed with the sudden passion pouring out of him.

you snap out of it when you feel his teeth graze your exposed collarbone, hands shooting up to grip his shoulder while a moan escapes you. he steps closer, grinding his hips into yours. you gasp when you feel how hard he already is, pressing your body closer to him as your pussy starts to throb in time with his movements. he laughs harshly into your neck at the reaction, his breath tickling your wet skin.

“you like that huh? all it takes is a few seconds, and you’re already so needy for my cock.” one of his hands comes up to twist your nipple through your shirt. you cry out as the pain and pleasure collide so sweetly, causing arousal to shoot through your veins.

“i bet you’re already soaked, too. pussy absolutely dripping and ready for me.” all you can manage to do is moan in response as he tugs on your nipple again, roughly groping your tit in the process.

he continues his attack on your throat with his mouth while dragging one hand down your stomach. wasting no time, he pops open the button on your jeans and slips his hand inside. he drags his fingers through your folds and circles your clit once before plunging them deep inside you.

your body violently arches at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. your head would have slammed into the door behind you with the sudden movement if jeongin hadn’t placed his other hand behind you, catching your head and holding you steady as he starts moving his fingers at an unforgiving pace.

mumbled curses and incoherent words fall from your lips as he absolutely wrecks your body with his hand. just when you think you can’t take it anymore he starts circling his thumb around your clit, and you know you won't last much longer.

less than a minute later your release crashes over you so suddenly and violently that jeongin has to wrap his arm around you to hold you up, your legs giving out at the overwhelming pleasure. he kisses you while you cum, his mouth swallowing the sounds of your cries.

slowing his pace only slightly as you come down from your high, he pulls back just enough to look at you.

“now tell me...who does this belong to?” his gives you an extra hard stroke with his fingers to emphasize his words.

“wha…what?” you stutter, mind still too clouded with pleasure to respond properly.

“answer the question. who does this pretty cunt belong too?”

“you,” you manage to choke out between moans as he continues rolling your clit with his thumb while fucking you roughly with his fingers, making the aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through you even stronger. “you, it’s yours.”

he gives your neck one more strong suck before pulling his mouth away. “good.”

without another word he withdraws his hand from your pants and unlocks the door behind you, giving your ass one firm smack before leaving the bathroom. you stand there dazed for a moment from the sudden lack of his presence after the overwhelming intensity of what just happened, but you quickly shake it off, buttoning your jeans back up before following.

he once again surprises you by not heading for the door, but instead back to the same table you were at before, the guys you both were talking to still there. when jeongin sits back down, the man who was talking to you earlier looks up, eyes widening slightly when he sees you.

you sit back down, and jeongin drags your chair closer to him, wrapping his arm around the back of it possessively before picking back up on his conversation with the guys. as discreetly as you can, you pull out your phone and turn on your camera. you have to suppress a gasp when you see yourself.

dark bruises are already blooming up both sides of your neck. your hair is slightly mussed, pupils blown, and a light layer of sweat shines on your collarbones and forehead. jesus christ. it’s so much worse than you thought. you watch your cheeks redden with embarrassment. you couldn’t have made it more obvious what just happened between you two if you tried.

“isn’t that right, babe?”

“huh?” you were so mortified that you weren't paying attention in the slightest and completely missed what jeongin just asked you. it doesn’t matter though, because the man takes one last look at you, or your neck more specifically, before politely excusing himself from the table, his friend following.

you and jeongin stay for a few more minutes, finishing your drinks and chatting back and forth. you struggle to focus on the conversation, your mind still whirling from everything that went down in the bathroom. every time you shift in your chair, you can feel your soaked panties brush against your skin, only further reminding you of what just happened. fifinally, the two of you leave and head back to the car.

the second you're both in your seats and the door's closed you’re practically shouting at him. “okay, don’t get me wrong, that was fucking incredible and also insanely hot, but what the fuck was that in there?”

“what do you mean?” he asks, a clueless look on his face.

you give him a pointed stare while crossing your arms and turning to lean against the car door, so you can face him fully. “don’t play dumb, you know exactly what i mean. that stunt in the bathroom. what was that about?”

“oh, that? um, i was just…horny. and i didn’t want to wait until we got home.”

“that’s bullshit, and we both know it. you’ll barely fuck me in the car in the middle of the night in an abandoned parking lot, because you’re afraid we’ll get caught, so don’t try to tell me that you just spontaneously felt like fingering me in a very public club bathroom.” you can tell by the way that he averts his gaze and nervously rubs the back of his neck that there is a lot more to this situation than you originally thought. you reach across the car to grab his hand before trying again with a much softer tone. “it’s okay, baby, come one, you can tell me.”

he looks up at you, emotion swimming in those big brown eyes of his, and you squeeze his hand reassuringly. “i…i was jealous.”

“jealous? of what?” you rack your brain to try to replay the night and figure out what caused him to have such an intense reaction. and then it dawns on you. “wait, are you talking about that random dude? you were jealous of him?”

“yes,” he admits quietly, thumb circling the back of your hand nervously. “while i was waiting for our drinks, i turned around and saw him sitting at the table hitting on you. he just seemed so personable and flirtatious, and he was really good looking, and it seemed like you liked him, so i got really insecure. that’s why i did what i did. i wanted to make sure he knew you were mine so he’d back off.”

“you thought i liked him?” you have to fight back a laugh at the thought. you are genuinely curious as to what made jeongin think you were even remotely interested in anyone else, much less a random, stupid stranger from a bar.

“i saw the way you were blushing at him and giggling at everything he was saying. of course i thought you liked him.”

“no, baby, that's not how it was at all. i always blush when i'm nervous, and i don’t mean i was nervous in a ‘oh wow this dude is hitting on me, i better flirt back’ kind of way, i was nervous in a ‘oh god, i have to talk to a stranger by myself’ kind of way. and i was giggling for the exact same reason. when i get stressed in social situations and don’t know what to say i just laugh at basically everything. that guy probably thought i was weird.”

“i saw the way he was looking at you, he definitely didn’t think that.”

you reach across the center console and wrap your hands around his arm, tugging him close, so you can bury your face in his neck. “babyyy,” you whine. “i wasn’t paying attention to how he was looking at me. or how he looked. or literally anything about him. i was focused on trying not to panic to death until you could come back to the table and chase him off.”

“really?” the uncertainty in his voice causes you to pull away slightly to look up at him.

“yes really. now how many times do i have to tell you that i’m literally obsessed with you and everything about you and everyone else basically sucks in comparison before you finally start to believe me?”

his face cracks into a broad grin at your words and faint blush colors his cheeks. “maybe, just one more time,” he jokes before leaning in to smooch your cheek. “actually now that i’m thinking about it, maybe two.”

"how about i just show you instead," you say devilishly as you reach across him to start lowering his seat back.

#jeongin smut #jeongin imagines #jeongin x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #jeongin #stray kids #afab reader #jeongin oneshots #stray kids oneshots #oneshots #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

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obxsummer · 2 years

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Holding On // Ghost of You

summary: relationships are being tested all around, limbrey's a witch, and an explosion has jj wondering if the routledge siblings will ever be the same again

warnings: you know what happens to ward, cursing, sadness, ya know the usual angst

a/n: idk how i feel about this chapter but here ya go

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“So, Sarah just dips and doesn’t call?”

John B, as much as you loved him, was a dumbass. In his defense, he did just get out of prison and you had no doubt that there was a lot on his mind, but sometimes you wanted to slap him. Clearly, his girlfriend wouldn’t have an idea that he was back and evidently, he couldn’t think far enough ahead to consider that.

“Yeah, man. She just left her bag. Didn’t tell anybody.”

“I-I really think Ward got to her. I mean, the dude tried to have me killed in jail.” As your friends flipped toward him in concern, a chill ran down your spine. “He sent somebody to the prison who yoked me up and almost killed me.”

“You serious?”

“Yes! Do you see these bruises? I didn’t get them from a massage, Kie!”

“Do we know who this dude was?”

“What? No!”

“Enough!” The word was enough to snap them out of their conversation, all eyes coming towards your direction where you hid behind your sunglasses. “He’s not lying. Ward told me it was coming a week ago, before the court session. I don’t know who it is, but obviously he paid someone. Either way, it doesn’t matter now. You’re home, that’s the biggest hitch in his plan, okay? So, it’s fine for now.”

John B sent you a death glare as he plopped onto the HMS Pogue across from Kie. “No, Y/N, it’s not fine. We gotta find Sarah.”

“No, literally,” You repeated smugly as you pointed past his shoulder towards the approaching boat. “She’s right there.”

John B turned around to see Topper’s Malibu gliding through the water with the Kook himself accompanied by none other than Sarah Cameron. She didn’t hesitate to shout your brother’s name, relief overwhelming her features as she stood up from her seat.

“What the hell is she doing with Topper?” Kie’s distaste was hard to miss as she glanced over her shoulder to look at you, JJ, and Pope. You could only shrug in response. Topper was the one Kook who didn’t make you want to throw hands. Sure, he could be annoying and privileged, but he meant well at the end of the day.

“Sarah, they’re coming after Rafe.”

“Good, he’s completely unhinged.” Her comment made you laugh sharply. It’s almost like you’d been saying that for a while now. “He jumped me last night.”

Now that, you weren’t expecting. Ward had the biggest soft spot for Sarah, so you assumed that followed for Rafe too considering he was a daddy’s boy. Clearly, the eldest Cameron child had gone beyond that, especially when he shot her in the hip not too long ago.

“Yeah, man, Rafe’s lost his mind. Literally almost drowned his own sister,” Topper added, “Thankfully I got there just in time.”

The awkward tension made you want to gag in disgust and based on JJ’s face, he felt the same way. The blond boy gave you a small wink as he rested his hand on your ankle, rough fingers brushing over your skin. You shifted towards him quietly, flipping around so you could rest your head against his thigh. The sun was warm against the thin long-sleeve shirt you had tugged from JJ’s drawer this morning, but you weren’t complaining.

You closed your eyes and tuned out the uncomfortable conversation between your brother and his girlfriend, instead opting to listen to the small waves and seagulls up above. You had yet to let your body relax from the GoGoGo it had been experiencing for so long but you hoped you’d be able to adjust soon.

“Hi, babe.” The yellow light from the sun disappeared from your closed eyelids before you blinked directly into JJ’s gaze. A small smile formed on your lips as you reached up and gently smacked his face away.

“Don’t babe me,” You joked as you pulled your sunglasses back down and closed your eyes again in favor of the quiet peacefulness. “Where’d everyone go?” Your voice dropped to a murmur as JJ’s fingers ghosted over your warm skin.

“Chateau,” He answered simply. “Lovers quarrels on all ends but you and me, sunshine.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up and pulled your legs to your chest as you faced him. “Oh, is that what we are? Lovers?” You’d never seen JJ so clammed up except in that moment which sent you spiraling into laughter. “Holy shit, you’re blushing so hard.”

“Stop it, dude!” He shoved at you jokingly and ran a hand through his hair. “So not cool, fuck.”

You gaped at him. “Did you just call me dude?”

“Yeah. Dude.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Leaping forward, your hands grabbed his worn flannel and pushed him back against the wooden dock. Your thighs resting against his, your weight barely supported by your own muscles as you pressed your palms against his chest. “Call me dude one more time, Maybank, and it’s over.”

“Alright, alright!” He raised his hands in mock surrender before you climbed off of him to start up towards the house. “Dude!” With the last word seemingly in his pocket, he took off up the wooden walkway, leaving you behind with an open mouth.

Life wasn’t slowing down anytime soon, and the second JJ left your side to answer Pope’s phone, it was chaos all over again. The adrenaline rush didn’t stop until your hands were ripping open bandages and gently placing them on Mr. Heyward’s broken skin.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you,” Your voice was quiet as you slowly pressed the adhesive band-aid into place on his forehead.

“You’re doing just fine,” Heyward responded before you stepped back. “Thank you, darlin’.”

Pope’s face was instantly in front of his father’s the second you pulled away. “Pop, what happened?”

Mr. Heyward gave a quick rendition of the altercation, which, unsurprisingly, was about the key that had mysteriously become a heavily wanted item. You weren’t focusing on his conversation very much though, and instead turned to where your brother was pouting on the bench next to you.

“Hi,” You quietly whispered as you moved closer to him. “You okay?”

His nervous leg tapping didn’t stop as he sat up straighter. “No. Not really?” It took one look for you to see the tension in his muscles and the stress on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

John B sniffled slightly, quickly brushing his eyes to wipe small tears. “Nothing. Not here, please.” You muttered a small agreement, letting your brother tuck himself into your side without question. Your heart broke for him. It was unbelievable that Ward Cameron had managed to take down the entire Routledge family, one after the other, in a small amount of time. You wanted to fix it - you wanted to fix everything that had gone wrong.

After your conversation with Pope’s dad sentenced you to another adventure to see his grandma, you found yourself buckled in the passenger seat of the Twinkie. John B had practically shoved you into the seat, clearly wanting to be left alone for the ride which he knew you would comply with. You pushed your feet onto the dash and kicked the seat back as the tree shadows danced along your vision while your brother drove to who-knows-where.

JJ’s fingers slipped beneath your right tank top strap as he sat behind you, fingers gentle as they danced across your skin. One thing you had noticed since you came back was the constant physical attention. JJ always had physical contact, one way or another. You wondered if something truly shifted between the two of you or if maybe, this was just new and you would grow used to it. Not that you were complaining either way.

“Guys, the thing that Limbrey said, I don’t think she meant to let it slip. She said the key leads to the Cross of Santo Domingo.”

“Wait, can I see that?” JJ interrupted Pope’s explanation as he reached across to pull the heavy key from his friend.

“Are we supposed to know what that is?” You didn’t miss John B’s eyes constantly flickering to the backseat where Sarah was sitting. Your brother got jealous easily, but honestly, so did you. It’s hard to worry about your place in someone’s life, and you didn’t doubt that he was questioning his own spot in Sarah’s right now after the escapade with Topper.

“I’m guessing it’s some sort of historical artifact of great importance,” Pope offered.

You tuned them out again, your brain not having the mental capacity to keep up with the wandering conversation each time. John B’s fingers suddenly pushed against your knee with force as the van came to a stop. “Get your shoes off my dash.” His comment was somewhat quiet but you heard him loud and clear.

“It’s my dash too, you asshat.” You mumbled but did what he asked before JJ was pulling your door open.

“Hey, uh, actually I think I’m gonna do this one by myself,” Pope spoke up before the whole group piled out of the car. It made sense, it was his relative you were coming to see and there was no need to overwhelm her.

“Are you sure?” Kie asked as you swung your legs into the doorframe, ready to follow if he asked. “We don’t mind.”

“Yeah, I can handle it. I don’t really need you… so,” Pope awkwardly trailed off but you could tell the sentence was meant to sting.

JJ huffed at the still beefing couple, “Oh, we’re just all one big happy family today, aren’t we?” His sarcasm wasn’t missed as Pope walked towards the building and everyone took note to pile back in the van.

“Well, now where do we go?” You groaned in boredom as you put your feet back up on the dash, pulling the door closed as you did so.

“There’s a little strip of shops around the corner?” Kie offered as she sprawled across the bench in the back. “Kill some time there.”

JJ and John B opted to stay and hang out in the van while you, Sarah, and Kie took the time to browse and get some fresh air. The small convenience store you walked into was bubbling with customers. You quickly separated from the girls, opting to grab a can of Pringles to snack on before meeting them at the fountain soda machine.

“I just don’t understand why he’s mad at me for it,” Sarah’s conversation continued as you inserted yourself. “I mean, it’s not like I was any less excited that he was home when I saw him. It just felt awkward to be like ‘Oh hey, thanks for saving my life but by the way, I’m kind of married but not really to my boyfriend’.”

“Tell me about it,” Kie scoffed as you paid for your items and walked back outside. “All of this crazy shit’s happening and Pope’s giving me the silent treatment for not being in love with him.”

Sarah gave her a smile as she twisted her straw around in the cup. “And we’re the dramatic ones.”

“Speaking of dramatic, what’s going on with you and JJ?” Kie turned the conversation towards you, much to your distaste.

You gave them a small shrug. “Nothing official. We’re just taking it day by day. I mean, I love him and he’s my best friend, so I’m not sure what will happen from here. There’s still a lot I have to figure out for myself, so we’ll see.”

The three of you piled back into the van, this time with JJ in the passenger seat with you lingering behind him. The drive back to Pope’s grandma’s was quiet with the sound of the radio playing lightly in the background. The boy in question was quick to throw the door open and plop in his seat before John B broke the silence and asked how it went.

Pope’s reply was short and simple but left you questioning everything that happened so far. “Shit just got way more personal.”

The entire drive back to Heyward’s dock was filled with the explanation that Denmark Tanny was a relative of Pope’s. The journey you all had been on suddenly became so real and if anything, it drove you to want to succeed even more.

“I can’t believe you’re related to Denmark Tanny,” John B said as you pulled yourself up onto the wooden railing to sit. “Are we in the presence of a royal?”

“A king?” JJ played along as both of them stared at Pope with wide eyes before switching to a high pitched accent, “We shall crown him! All hail the lord of Tannyhill! We are not worthy!”

Pope rolled his eyes but couldn’t help and smile at the antics. “Everybody relax, can we relax please?”

Sarah took a sip of her beer before raising her hand like a student in class “Relocate to Cat’s Ass, question mark?”

You raised your drink in agreement. “I’m down with that!”

“How soon can we move in?” Sarah continued to play along, this time teasingly towards you and John B.

“Cause I don’t have a place to stay.” JJ jumped in with her, the two of them going back and forth.

“Me either, bunk beds?”

“Bunk beds. Cheers to that!”

You shook your head slightly as Pope cut them off to talk about the letter Limbrey sent him. JJ, calming down from his antics, came to stand between your legs and let your arms rest along his shoulders. He wouldn’t say it, but after losing you to Ward, again, he hated the thought of you leaving his grasp. The comfort and relief he found in the simplest of touches with you calmed his racing nerves and he could finally feel at peace for once. He was scared - scared that one day he would reach and you would be gone and he didn’t know what he would do. JJ loved you, it took him a while to come to terms with it in the chaos of life recently, but he loved you. He just needed to tell you.

“Listen guys. I keep thinking about the letter Limbrey sent. It had the wheat symbol on it. That must mean it has something to do with the Royal Merchant,” Pope explained as he paced back and forth. “If we find that cross, then we can split it like we were gonna split the gold.”

“And live happily ever after?”

The new voice coming from behind made you jump in your spot, JJ’s hands instantly going to your knees as he turned with you to see an older woman approaching with a man by her side. John B was suddenly tense and with the way your friends reacted, you were able to conclude that this was the Limbrey woman Pope kept talking about.

Pope’s expression dropped as he slowly stepped towards her. “You assaulted my father.” He was quickly pushed back by Limbrey’s bodyguard looking dude.

“Oh, I didn’t assault anybody,” The woman claimed.

Kie crossed her arms, completely unamused by the situation in front of her. “He can identify the psycho from a mile away,” She countered.

“Why would my employee assault your father? That’s absurd,” Limbrey brushed off with a fake laugh. “Listen. We can keep on negotiating, but the fact is that I want the key. Until I have it, I don’t have a choice, which means you don’t either.”

Your brother shifted to the left of you, leaning against the railing you were seated on as he held the golden key in discussion up in the air. You could see the smirk itching to form on his face which made you wonder what he was up to. “It’s Limbrey, right? Is that right?” When he got the confirmation he was looking for, the woman’s attention was on him instantly as she stared at the object in his hand. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

Like a stray dog looking for food, she practically begged, “Yes, it is.”

“Looking at the tide right now, I’d say it’s about 20 feet deep out there. So if I just threw it in the channel, the probability of you finding it again is slim to none. Wanna give it a shot?” Without waiting for a response, John B faked a throw, earning screams of protest.

With a look of distaste towards your brother, she let out a sigh of relief when she noticed he didn’t throw it. “Please don’t do that.”

John B wasn’t phased by it and instead, motioned to the guy who was keeping Pope pinned against the wall. “Get him to back the hell up.”

Limbrey quickly agreed and told her partner to move before she walked closer to Pope. “As I have told you from the beginning, I am willing to be reasonable.”

Pope’s eyes moved across the three of you until John B gave him a slight nod. “Okay,” He agreed, which confused Limbrey more. “I’ll give you the key, but I want the tape.”

John B moved from your left to approach him, continuing to milk their plan. “Pope, hey, hey, hey, hey. You don’t have to do this, okay?”

“No, it’s okay,” You could tell Pope had picked up on the missing pieces and was rolling with it. “It’s fine. It’s okay. It’s about your dad. That’s way more important.” He held his palm out for your brother to place the key in it before facing Limbrey. “The tape.”

“Yes, give him the tape.” The two items were exchanged simultaneously as the woman let out a sigh of relief, “You know, I wish that you’d come to this decision earlier. We could’ve avoided all this unpleasantness.”

You groaned as she began to hobble away. “Never come back, Wicked Bitch of the West!” You called after her, including a middle finger for fun as JJ held back laughter in front of you.

“How long do we think we have until she realizes she has your father’s old key?” The boy in your grasp turned to your sibling with a smirk.

“10 minutes,” John B responded without a beat.

Pope turned around in shock. “Whose idea was the fake key?”

“Shockingly, not mine,” Kie shrugged with a slight smile on her face.

John B hummed for a second, his arm resting against yours across JJ’s shoulders as he tugged him closer in acknowledgement to pat his chest. “Hmm, I don’t know. Should we tell him?”

“Wow,” You laughed from your spot and ran your fingers through his hair so he’d look up at you. “I’m impressed.”

“Did hell freeze over?”

“I’m actually in shock.”

“Who knew JJ could actually be good for something.”

The smile didn’t leave anyone’s face, especially when John B brought up bringing the tape to Shoupe. You could see a flicker of emotion in Sarah’s expression but couldn’t bring yourself to think on it too much as you let JJ pull you along in excitement.

While JJ, John B, Kie, and Pope were buzzing with the news of Ward’s demise, you couldn’t pull your eyes from Sarah’s sulking form. You were thrilled to see the downfall of two people you despised, knowing full well Rafe and Ward deserved what was coming. Still, your heart hurt for the girl in front of you, knowing you’d be a mess if it were your dad and John B in that position. Hell, listening to the rumors about your brother was enough to spiral, let alone watching it all be true.

Getting up from your spot on the counter, you came to sit on the outdoor couch with Kie and Sarah. “Do you regret it?” Kie asked, sensing the negative reaction soon to come from the girl next to her.

“No,” Sarah shook her head slightly but it didn’t help the frown on her face. “He deserves all of it, and I know that.”

“But he’s still your dad,” You added as you swirled the can of beer in your hand. “I get it. I’m sure it sucks to be in the middle.”

You caught a glance at Sarah’s phone screen as it started to ring. Topper’s face was on the screen, his name in big white letters shining back before she excused herself to take the call. You could tell the convo wasn’t going as well as she wanted and quickly got to your feet.

“Hey,” You hissed as you stepped into the kitchen, silencing the boys and their antics. “The warrant’s out. Based on the convo she’s having, they’re probably on their way.” A series of cheers followed your statement and you quickly looked over your shoulder to see Sarah staring. Mouthing an apology, you turned back to the boys and smack JJ lightly on the back of his head. “Seriously? Calm down. And comfort your fucking girlfriend, JB.”

You turned sharply on your heel, John B huffing out a disagreement before the three of them were up and heading outside. Grabbing Kie and Sarah on your way, you all piled into the van with the star couple up front. Pinned between JJ’s legs as you sat on the floor, the elevated adrenaline was not helping the panic in your system. As much as you wanted justice for Ward, you hated that Sarah was caught in the crossfire.

“Babe,” JJ’s voice was soft as he reached down to offer you his hands to let you hold them tightly and relieve pressure. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be fine.” As soon as his statement finished, the sound of police sirens drowned out your reply as you saw four cop cars speed past.

“Oh my God. Can you please hurry? I need to be there for Wheezie.” Sarah watched them move anxiously, her eyes scanning the road rapidly.

“You think I wanna miss this?” John B countered. You didn’t have the energy to scold him for his shitty attitude, instead focusing on your balance as he took a corner sharply to catch up. The brakes squealed when John B finally came to a stop and everyone rushed to pile out. The concrete wall that surrounded the Cameron Estate blocked your path.

Pushing up to your tiptoes, you struggled to see over the barrier before you got annoyed by all the pushing and shoving. “Screw it, I’m going over.” With a huff, you pushed your strength into your arms and hauled yourself over the wall to the grass on the other side. John B and Pope hopped over right away, JJ staying to assist Kie and Sarah before you all took off towards the dock.

As John B took the lead, you reached back to grab Sarah’s hand. If your brother wasn’t going to be the bigger person, you were always the one picking up the slack. Sure, Sarah’s family had ruined you, but it wasn’t her fault, and you weren’t going to let her sit through the pain that you did of wondering what you would say to your dad before he was gone.

She let you guard her for a second before breaking away when she saw her sister. The comfort didn’t last though before she was shifting to head down the dock where the Druthers was out on the water. The police lined the wooden surface as they tried to talk Ward down from his scheme, but nothing really mattered until Sarah called out for him.

“What are you doing here, Sarah?” Ward’s voice was harsh as he yelled across the water. You maneuvered through the officers surrounding you until you were front and center to the scene ahead. “Vic! You gotta get her out of here! She can’t be here right now!”

Shoupe wasn’t listening to the plea, “Just come on in, and you…you can talk to her!”

Your chest felt tight as you watched Ward lean against the railing in desperation. “Sarah, I’m so sorry, baby! I can’t!”

The crank of the anchor being pulled up was louder than you expected as other police boats arrived on the scene. Ward was quick to climb down the ladder and disappear into the cab of the boat as Sarah yelled in protest. The moment of anticipation hung in the air like a still thread before everything shattered with an explosion.

The dock rocked beneath your feet as you stumbled, hand reaching out to JJ for help before the heat of the fire was on your face. Debris flew everywhere as you ducked down in shock and realized the scene in front of you. He was gone. Dead. Never returning.

Sarah’s cries were ringing in your ears as you sunk to the ground, mouth open with the realization that Ward Cameron destroyed his boat, his family, and his life all in one quick moment. Tears burned your eyes but you refused to look away until JJ was pulling you to your feet to leave the scene behind. More cops piled in after you, the echo of a firetruck somewhere in the distance as you rushed up towards the van. You couldn’t fathom the feelings Sarah was going through, but a part of you was finally relieved. Ward Cameron got what he deserved.

“Hi.”

The simple greeting had you glancing up from your spot in the hammock to see JJ shuffling towards you. His Kildare Surfing Co. zip-up faded in the glow of the sunset but regardless, he was angelic in your eyes. You pulled the sleeves of your thin sweater over your palms and forced a small smile. You’d been quiet most of the day, the weight of what had happened a day ago heavy on your mind

“Hi.” A small sniffle left your body as he climbed in across from you, his hand instantly going to your bare shin to comfort you in a way that only he could.

JJ didn’t know what to do. He hated seeing you this way - so sunken in and upset. You shut down a lot easier than you used to, but that’s the price of trauma. “Are you okay?” The question was so silly, he felt like, but he needed some kind of response.

You forced a small nod, knowing he could see through you without effort. “I will be.” Your gaze drifted to the dock where your brother was sitting across from Sarah, the two of them conversing. “I wish I could fix it,” You admitted. “I hate for people I love to… to be in pain. It hurts me. I don’t like it, J.” Brushing over your nose with your sleeve, you couldn’t stop the tears from forming in your eyes again. “I feel horrible for her and what she’s dealing with.”

“I know, I know. But baby, you can’t fix it. As much as you want it all to go away, it’s up to the universe right now. You can’t put this on yourself.” JJ’s hand was warm on your skin, preventing you from curling into the ball he knew you would do.

“They don’t deserve this.”

“And you don’t deserve to have the weight of everyone else’s pain on your shoulders.” You snapped your gaze back to him in shock that he had even said it. “I’m serious, don’t look at me like that. You know I’m right.”

You let out a small huff and flopped back fully against the netting on your back. You loved all the Pogues with your entire heart, but John B was your brother. He was always going to be your best friend, and as much as he pissed you off at times, you would be his biggest annoyance and his greatest supporter. Knowing he was struggling without Sarah made you sad, and even though JJ was right, you would crumble for any of them if it meant the slightest bit of relief.

“You cannot keep doing this, Y/N. Seriously.” When JJ finally got your eyes back on his, he could finally see how tired you were. You kept this family together on your own much more than you should, and holy shit, someone had to help you. He could only do his best, but they all needed to look out for each other a little more. “You’re exhausted, sweetheart.”

The nickname shattered your resolve and you finally caved into his touch, crawling across the hammock as best as possible to collapse onto his chest in a puddle of tears. “I’m sorry.” He was right. He was so right in many ways but you hated admitting you needed help.

“Don’t you ever apologize, not to me,” He responded quietly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. His hand splayed across your back in comfort. JJ just wanted to hold you the way you had held all of them for so many years. He was beginning to realize how fragile everything could be if you let it wither down and he refused to let you even come close to breaking in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, you remained in his embrace and willed yourself to stop crying. The shit your group was going through was unimaginable and you feared how long you could keep going before someone got seriously hurt.

Your train of thought was interrupted as Sarah’s form began walking up the dock, leaving John B alone. Taking one glance at the blonde girl, you could tell their conversation was anything but happy. JJ already knew your next move and planted his foot on the ground to stabilize the hammock before you were out of his arms, rushing towards your brother.

Conversing slipping on the worn wood, John B lost it the second you collided with his side. His chest heaved with sobs as the two of you slid to the floor in a puddle of tears. His life felt like it was crumbling apart with one thing after another.

“It’s okay,” You mumbled as you gripped his t-shirt tightly in your fingers, terrified that if you let go for a second he would disappear. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You could barely believe your own words at this point, but you had to try for him, for everyone, for yourself. JJ didn’t hesitate to pile himself between the two of you with the knowledge that the three of you only had each other to lean on at the end of the day.

The blond boy held tightly to both of you, his own chest in pain at the thought of the two strongest people he’d known his whole life unable to keep it together. JJ just hoped he could manage to keep everything together and get you back on your feet before something else tried to tear your group apart.

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ejzah · 8 months

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I never really liked Callen's response when Densi's relationship was finally outed. Instead of being happy for them he just said, don't pretend like you didn't know the risks. Way to be supportive Callen. Could you maybe write a fanfic where he apologizes to Deeks, but also assures everyone is happy for Densi.

A/N: Hi anon, I might not have gone as hard on Callen as you might have liked. I hope this is ok though.

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Mixed Reactions

Kensi left before Deeks, deciding to go to her apartment and order takeout for both of them. He’d had one more report to submit, which took longer than usual as he thought over everything that happened. From getting spied on during their morning workout, to Hetty telling them to separate for the day, to her final big reveal that he had an open IA investigation against him.

While he was packing up, Callen walked in, texting one handed. He paused when he saw Deeks, then continued on to his own desk.

“You’re here late,” he commented.

“One of my monthly LAPD reports was due,” Deeks explained. He straightened a few items on his desk, the antithesis of Kensi’s trinket covered space, leaving just a cup of pens, a file holder, and his nameplate. He could sense Callen across the room, watching him, and wondered if he was about to get a lecture.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure we were good,” Callen said eventually.

“When are we not good?” Deeks responded with a tight smile. Today had been long and stressful, and for once, he did not feel up for chitchat. He closed his laptop, sliding it into his messenger bag.

“I mean, after what we talked about today. You and Kensi.”

“Oh, I think you made your position on our relationship stunningly clear.” He answered flippantly, not wanting to show how much Callen’s lack of faith in him and Kensi bothered him. He’d expected it to a point. Having it confirmed though wasn’t what he wanted.

“Ok, maybe what I said came out a little more harshly than I intended,” Callen admitted, and Deeks snorted.

“No, “don’t pretend you didn’t know the risks” is definitely a ringing endorsement,” Deeks said wryly, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he turned to face Callen finally. “You don’t approve of us dating. It’s ok. We expected it, which is why we attempted to keep it under wraps.”

“And that obviously worked out well for you,” Callen said with his usual dry sarcasm.

“Are we done here? Because it’s late, and I’m tired, and Kensi’s waiting for me.”

“Deeks, wait.” Callen touched Deeks’ forearm, keeping him from brushing past. Deeks waited expectantly while Callen shifted uncomfortably. “Look, you know I’m not great when it comes to this stuff.”

“Clearly,” Deeks agreed.

“Just listen for a second. From the perspective of your team leader and coworker, yes, I’m not the biggest fan. The two of you dating is definitely gonna make things more difficult. It’s just the nature of crossing that line,” he explained himself, hesitating. Deeks raised an eyebrow, waiting for the part that didn’t sound like further criticism. “But as your friend, I’m also happy for you. After everything you’ve gone through and overcome in the last couple years, you deserve this. I’m sorry that my initial response wasn’t better.”

“Oh. That’s, uh, that’s surprisingly supportive and kind,” Deeks said with some surprise. He pursed his lips, feeling a little awkward now. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Callen smirked, breaking the moment. “I will wholeheartedly deny it though if you even think of telling Sam I said it.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Good.” Callen extended his hand to Deeks, and after a moment, he took it squeezing firmly. “Have a nice night, Deeks.”

“You too, Callen.”

Callen look over his shoulder on the way out. “Oh, and I might keep the PDAs to a minimum if you don’t want Granger to shoot you.”

“Got it,” Deeks said, shaking his head as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Oddly enough, he felt just a little bit better.

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Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #g callen #references to Kensi and Densi #light angst #post fighting shadows #lots of snark #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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deepdonutkid · 10 months

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Matching wounds

Pair: Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark (forever everlark)

Requested: none

Warnings: ptsd, nightmares, needles, tattoos, thought of self-harm

Summary: During the Victory Tour, she is more than just temped to seek Peeta’s comfort once more. Yesterday, she asked him to stay with her and he did. She doesn’t want to keep bothering him again with her horrors, because she knows, he would do it without batting an eye and she already feels guilty using him like that. But after one terrifying nightmare, her longing surpasses her conscience. Just when she sneaks to his train compartment, she is witnessing his very own pain.

A/N:

This is my first THG fic, please be gentle with me, I’m still unsure, how to portrait the characters. It’s not beta read!

it’s absolutely innocent but doesn’t feel like… Somehow it came out more sexual than I had imagined, but the analogy was right there

The fic takes place in CF after Katniss had the nightmare on the Victory Tour and Peeta helped her with it. I kept it mostly canon compliant, but u know… she felt guilty for sharing a bed with Peeta and I thought, well she would have been a little more resistant at first.

Also I have this headcanon, Peeta loves all kinds of art. Painting, drawing, body art, architecture… stuff like that

gif from @everlarking-always

By now I should be used to wake up sweaty, shaky and screaming, but I wasn’t. After all those years, one would come to think, it got easier, how wonderfully wrong one could be. I couldn’t handle this on my own accord and it was noticeable. Cinna, my styling team and finally Effie were giving me concerned looks.

The issue was handled Capitol Style. Effie shoved a pillbox in my direction, told me how much to take and send me off to sleep. Normally, I would trust medicine. It helped me a lot in the arena, the remedy for my physical pain. The burns, the cut, the stings, all of this went away with a cream or a plant or something else.

But when I had the first pill in my hand and rolled it around with my fingers, doubts were sneaking in. The bright pink pearl felt heavy, almost like a burden. Then I wondered, if I should lay my internal pain into the Capitol’s hands. Should I really do it their way? Just numb the symptoms instead of treating the cause.

Well, unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury to think about this further. I had to function tomorrow. Hold a speech and smile for the camera. Look happy, act happy, but don’t actually be happy. Snow had me right there were he wanted me to. By holding hostage of my loved ones, he ensured, I would do anything he wanted me to. Even if it was against my very own belief.

And I was better at following orders, when I got a decent amount of sleep. It was really sad in a way, I’m not able to describe, but that was harder to swallow than that pill Effie gave me.

Of course, it didn’t help. Maybe that’s why I was so conscious about it in the first place. Or maybe I was just lacking the faith for things to get better in order to be better.

Just yesterday, I finally found relief. When I got up in the morning, was looking fresh and almost healthy. The dark circles under my eyes were gone and I was able to read my speech without any mistakes. However, on the inside I was still itching. Something bothered me and I couldn’t point it out until dinner.

My remedy smiled at me across the table, asking me, if I was enjoying my food. Something about the way he looked at me, made me uncomfortable. At first, I misplaced it as the usual amount of awkwardness between us, whenever he exuded his undying love for me, but I was wrong.

It was worse. Guilt was eating me alive. Nibbling on my soul. Then, it hit me. I was doing him wrong once more. Yesterday had been a mistake. Again, I was feeding him false hope. Not sending him away, when he lay next to me, was like poking at his wounds. Maybe even more cruel. Sticking the knife right back in, after he started to get over it.

We were avoiding each other since we got home. Now, we were making some progress again, I blew that all over the place by being so… needy for comfort. Any comfort, no… his comfort. It had to be his. Nobody knew how to help me but him. I didn’t even need to tell him, he just the right thing without being asked to.

That’s why, I shouldn’t slither in old habits. He kept me warm during the Games, not more, not less. By staying with him, I would only hurt him. And I couldn’t see his heart breaking again. At the train tracks in the middle of nowhere, he left something behind, something that was good and pure.

“No”, I kept whispering to myself, while walking in circles in my room. I shouldn’t, but I wanted. And this pressing feeling in my chest was crushing me more with every syllable coming from my mouth. Really, I was forcing myself to stay, and I was losing that fight.

My urge to feel safe once more was stronger than any coherent thought that crossed my mind. So, I stumbled through the dark train in my pajama, searching for him. Every noise that late at night was scary and every light was burning my eyes.

It took me back to a time, where I was little and my father was still alive. The house was so quiet and moonlight paved my way through the darkness. Then I would sneak into my parent’s bed. My father would grown and my mother sigh, but they took me in nevertheless. It was a bit cramped up there, with all of us in one bed. I never felt safer than.

Perhaps, I was longing to recreate that moment ever since.

Barefooted and brave, I was fighting the darkness. My steps echoed through the corridor, only being muffled once I reached the carpeted area before his compartment.

This need kept me going, even when doubts and worries tried to take me back. These thoughts were trying to bring me to reality, but failed. Only the sound of his muted pant could. Suddenly, I was very aware of my surroundings.

Before I knew, what I was doing, my hand was at the door knob and pulling it aside. The revelation was both, scaring and confusing at the same time. In the glimpse of a second, I had thought about every possible threat and I was ready to deal with any opponent.

However, nothing in my life had prepared me for this scene before my eyes. He was lying in bed, half-naked by the way, and was jabbing his leg with a thick needle. And even in this glim dose of light, I noticed how his fair skin was smeared with his own blood.

While I was still processing, what I just had witnessed, he was pulling the blanket over his leg.

“Katniss”, he hissed with worried eyes: “Why didn’t you knock?” He didn’t even seem surprised to see me in the middle of the night, but he was certainly concerned that I entered without making myself known first.

Well, I thought, he probably wanted to cover up himself. No… his mess. The things he did to himself and all the pain he has been going through since leaving the arena. I know, he must have been suffering just like I did. We had matching wounds… physically and mentally and while those on our bodies have washed away, the others would burden us for the rest of our lives.

But still, I couldn’t understand. Why would he hurt himself like this? After the Games, after everything, why add more pain?

I walked over to him and pulled the blanket away. He was gripping it tight, but eventually gave in once I breathed: “Why?”

All the sudden, he was wrapping his arms around me. His hand was patting my back. Then I realized, I was crying. Tears were running down my cheeks. Once again, he was comforting my pain, swallowing his own.

“It’s nothing.”, he whispered against my hairline.

I sought this, but not like this. So, I shoved him away and snarled: “It’s not nothing!”

One second to the next, his eyes drew dark. He bit his lip and gulped, while avoiding my gaze.

After a while, he said: “Well, then it’s not like you think it is.”

“I know, what I saw, Peeta.”, I argued, crossing my hands before my chest: “You were hurting yourself. There was blood for fucks sake!”

Instead of answering, he just chuckled, which made me incredibly mad, and then he turned around to the lamp on his nightstand. The flash of light was filling the room and burning my eyes at the same time.

Once I got used to the brightness, I looked at him again. He was really just wearing his underwear. I turned on him.

Technically I had seen him with less, but this felt way more private then next to a river, while he was literally dying. This was intimate in a way I had not expected.

“Look at me!”, he insisted loud and instant, but I shuddered so hard, I heard him say pleading: “If you want to know the truth…”

I pushed the last doubts away and glared over my shoulder. Peeta was way too close to me. All those details I could see. Yes, all those scars were gone. Even Cato’s slash on the upper left leg, which I treated so frantically, was now perfectly normal skin. Maybe that’s why the black stain just above where the injury used to be stood out so much.

My hand was reducing the distance between us inch by inch. Finally, I placed my fingertips on his hip, felt his skin on mine. He let out a hiss, but didn’t move.

“Why is it black?”, I wondered, still looking at the wound. There was a darker line, which was even puffier than the rest.

Peeta blinked. Once, twice. Then he laughed again. I pulled my hand away, while he retorted: “It’s ink. I’m bored. I can’t sleep and the pain keeps me focused.”

Now I was the one to be lost in translation. “Katniss, it’s a tattoo.”, he chuckled: “It’s really not that bad. I swear, I wouldn’t do anything serious and leave you all by yourself.”

That was a lot to take in. I had a thousand questions, but I had to start somewhere. “What’s the idea? I mean… what are you trying to draw there?” My fingers are itching to touch him again. Somewhere in the depts of my mind, I still hear him panting.

He was suggesting me to sit down next to him. So, I did, even though I wasn’t as close to him, as I wished to be. “Don’t freak out, but… it’s going to be an arrow.”, he confessed.

“Like my arrows?”

“Yes, like the one that saved me from bleeding to death.”

I frowned. Coming to think of it, all I did was trying to forget the Games, but he was putting a reminder of his worst moment there on his body. Like a constant warning. “Why?”

He took my hand and rubbed it with his thumb, which he had done before a million times, but only with cameras around. This was probably the first time he was showing me affection not meant for the public eye. His bright blue eyes were piercing me with a soft and tender look, when he spoke: “I want to appreciate surviving.”

How could he keep saying stuff like that? I couldn’t quite grasp it and started raising my eyebrows at him. Without any words from my part, he explained: “My immediate thought after Reaping was… I am not going to survive this. The only thing I could manage to do was to help you get out of the arena. And everybody else seemed to agree with me on that, whether it was my mother or Haymitch, Ceasar or even the Game makers. Except you.”

A gulp went down my throat. That was the very talk I feared. The next sweeping declaration of love was on his lips.

“I’m grateful to live, even with the tour, even with the uprisings, even with Snow threatening us and all the nightmares… because just months ago I was very convinced, I would be rotting in a grave right now. Somehow, I’m not. And sure, I wasn’t too excited, when you told me, what you did in the arena, but you still managed the unthinkable. By accident you proved all of them wrong, who said, the only thing I can do for you is die.

And when I thought of this, I realized what I had to do. As somewhat of an artist, I bleed ink and paint. So, I just grabbed a needle and started a while ago with two letters. K and E.”

At least he did not mention love, but he did put my initials on his body. I had no answer to all of this. There was just this big relief, he wasn’t hurting himself.

Peeta took a tissue and cleaned the spot on his hips with a bit of water. After a moment of silence, I fumbled for words to say: “It doesn’t look like the tattoos from the Capitol… I like it.”

“Yeah, didn’t you know, there are different styles of tattoos. Some of them are ancient.”, Peeta beamed: “I have a book about it back home. My friends gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday and I hid it under my bed most of the time, because I was afraid my mom would find out.” A nervous chuckle left his lips. “I only read it at night, but I always wanted a tattoo. Just not like the ones from Capitol.”

I didn’t know, he was so into that topic. Slowly, I began to relax, while an idea was forming in my head. “Can you give me one as well?”, I asked with a smile.

His eyes widened with surprise. “You want me to give a tattoo?”

“Yes, I think that’s what I said.”, I nodded.

“Which motive do you have in mind?”

Now I had to think. I was sure, he would try to stop me, but somehow, I really wanted to know, what it feels like. Having a reminder like this on your skin. But what I liked to be reminded of? Peeta chose his survival, maybe I should choose mine. Not from the arena of course, but the one, that made me who I am.

“Can you do a little loaf of bread?”, I wondered. A part of me was pleased with the idea, getting a tattoo similar to his. Just like our matching wounds. “And two letters… P and M.”

Suddenly he got up from the bed and walking around. Then he stopped, turning to me, he reassured himself: “You want this?”

“I do, Peeta”, I insisted: “Now hurry up, we don’t have much time left before sunrise.”

“Let me just…”, he mumbled, while running around in his compartment: “grab my utensils and we can start right away.”

Curiously I watched his movements. He was quick, but he sure knew what he was doing. “Where do you want to get it?”

The sound of low thinking left my lips. “Uhmm… I don’t know… nobody where my mother can see it… or Effie. I assumed you would to it on the same spot as yours. On the hip.”

Peeta cleaned his needle with alcohol and grinned goofily at me. “What?”

“You know you’ll have to undress yourself for that… procedure.”

Blood flushed my cheeks and I tried to hide it by looking away. “It’s no problem”, I said, like a liar and started peeling down my pajama pants.

Revealing my legs like that, made me squirm internally. On the outside, I played it down.

When he came back to the bed again, I opened my mouth to say something, but no words escaped. They were stolen from me. “Now lay down and try to relax.”, he demanded.

I tried to follow but while I was robbing over the sheets, my thighs got so warm. It was probably just the flurry. Once again, I gulped.

His hand reached my chin and was caressing it with such tender. “I promise it won’t hurt that much.”, he uttered: “I could never hurt you, not in a million years you know that.”

The sound of his voice ran shivers over my entire body. “No.”, I pleaded: “I’m ready.”

With the utmost care he hovered his hands over my chest, finally placing his fingers on my hip. A moan escaped my throat involuntarily.

He laid down between my legs. “Should it face you or me?” It was a weak attempt to calm me down, but it was helping me regaining my focus.

“Me”, I whimpered, mentally preparing myself of the pain to come. At first, I tried to look away, but then I was to curious, how it would look like. A needle entering my skin.

Heavy breaths shook my chest. Apparently so much, he noticed and glared up with a concerned expression. “We don’t have to do this, you know? Maybe you need time to think about this. It can’t be undone.”

I lift myself up a bit and protested: “No, I want to do this. I really do and there is no better time than now.” Every bit of me is possessed with the desire to understand him. His pain, especially. After all the things he did for me, I owe him at least that.

Peeta nodded firmly and lean back down. His underarm was resting on the inside of my thigh. Once the needle was soaked with ink, he put it in. There was somewhat of a resistance at first, but one the needle passed, it went right through. Since I was prepared, I didn’t flinch. My muscle tensed nevertheless.

There was this pain, not strong and overtaking like the tracker jacker stings, but exciting and new. It gave me goosebumps all over my body. So that was, what Peeta was feeling like. He covered it up, so nobody could see it.

But he showed it to me. Now we had a dark secret. One that only belonged to us and nobody else.

Bravely, I clung to the silk sheets of his bed as he proceeded. With every stich of the needle, I became more and more sure, this was what I wanted. What I needed. A companion in the darkness and who would be better than the boy with the bread, whose wounds matched mine.

After the tattoo was done, I was unable to move and fell asleep with Peeta next to me. He wrapped his hands around me and I felt safe once more. Once I stopped thinking about guilt and shame, it was ridiculously easy. This time I came to stay.

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;; The Long Road Ahead Chapter Eleven of the Road Wife Series

Chapters Table of Contents 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

Summary: You’re back for your first road trip since being sent home by Coach Cooper and you’re left to worry about the repercussions of your actions all the while pleasuring the players you were on contract to serve. It feels like your first day all over again, and Hedman helps you get over your nerves by easing you into your duties. Kinks & TW: sex work, vanilla sex, protected sex, Hedman is a gentle giant, implied size kink (mostly because Heddy is so much bigger and it makes things a little awkward), sharing a bed, sleeping together - literally, morning sex. Word Count: 4471 Taglist: @equallyshaw @charles11700

Six Days. You had sat at home for six days ignoring text messages, binge-watching television, and waiting. Waiting for the call that would mark the end of your very short tenure with the Tampa Bay Lightning. A call that never came. For whatever reason, a reason that you may never know yourself, you got to keep your job. Maybe Coach Cooper had failed to tell the wives of your indiscretions, or maybe they were willing to turn a blind eye just this once, but you got to keep hold of your position as the team’s road wife and that meant joining the team for their six-game road trip.

If you don’t hear from anyone before our next road trip to Dallas, I want you on the runway waiting for us.

And it was on the runway you waited, your bag already on the plane and your camera in hand. You greeted each player as they passed, each roster and taxi squad member carrying their luggage and a coffee with them as they boarded. It was a quick flight to Dallas, but it was a long road trip leaving the plane crowded with extra staff and bags as you boarded after all the players had been accounted for. You lingered in the doorway for a moment, enjoying the chaos of the players shouting between one another as they settled in for the flight. You hated how normal it all felt. How the mistakes you had made, had little to no repercussions beyond Tony sitting with Point instead of Matthieu for the flight out. You were still greeted with the same smiles and lingering eyes as you always had been. They all had to know about what had happened by now, and yet, nothing changed and that left your stomach in knots.

You took a careful step down the aisle, your body falling into its usual path to the vacant seat that waiting for you alongside Tony when you found your stride hesitating. While you wanted to fall back into the routines the two of you had fallen into before Nashville you couldn’t forget the divide you had felt. He had been distant for so long, and your indiscretions at the training facility left you with whiplash. You had ignored his texts for six days, and his sweater was in your bag waiting to be returned to him - but wasn’t entirely sure you wanted to give it back. You wanted it to be yours, just as he wanted you to be his and only his, but you had a job to do and you could not risk putting yourself in such a position again.

Biting your lip you settled into a vacant seat, not the one Tony had left open next to him with the hope of you coming to sit beside him, but instead sitting across from him and Brayden. You offered them both a soft smile as you peeled off your coat - and you could feel both of their stares on your neck as it was bared to them. Even after six days, an unreasonable amount of concealer, and Brayden’s careful instructions, the bruises from Tony’s bite remained on your skin. You knew it wasn’t going to go unnoticed, especially by them, but the attention still left you shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

You craved desperately just to curl up and claim a shoulder as your pillow to hide from the gazes that you would undoubtedly attract - and with your phone free of notifications of upcoming appointments for the first time since you could remember it was a welcome possibility but instead you reached into your bag and pulled out a book you hadn’t quite finished while on your unexpected vacation. You were determined to finish it during the flight, but struggled to get comfortable in your seat, shifting occasionally as you read. Your struggle didn’t go unnoticed as you felt a hand find your calf. The hand gripped your leg carefully but without hesitation, drawing it up into their lap and taking off your heel before doing the safe with the other. You swallowed hard, feeling the careful stroke of their hand over your foot as you peered over the edges of your book and at Brayden who sat across from you.

He offered you a half smirk, a glimmer in those bright blue eyes of his before his attention was fully returned to Tony who sat beside him. They were in one of those debates they seemed to love getting tied up in. You didn’t know exactly what they were going on about this time, was it the cucumber vs pickles debate again? Or maybe they had returned to their heated discussion about toothpaste. Either way, you knew better than to get involved. Soon the whole plane would be involved in the argument, and the noise and chaos would keep the players, Tony included, from noticing how Point would drag his thumb over your foot or how his hand would slip up the back of your leg and stroke along your smooth flesh slowly. It brought you the comfort you needed, but it left your eyes leaving the book’s pages with worry. They would constantly move to Tony who would share mere glances with you before it would waiver and his focus would return to Point. When your gaze should have returned to your book, instead it wandered through the cabin where the rest of the players were growing unruly as Tony and Point grew louder. It was drawing the attention of many, including Matthieu and Ross that sat across the aisle.

While it appeared the relationships remain strained, there would be no ignoring the debate as it unfolded and their involvement. You perked up with an all too familiar laugh that echoed through the cabin, one that left goosebumps on your skin. Ross was taking amusement in it all, his charming smile taking his face and his bright eyes finding yours and lingering. He looks like a bashful, excited puppy as he casually bit down on his lower lip before falling back into the debate he had made himself a part of. Between the noise, the glances, and the touch that remained against your feet you were spiraling. Not even your book could save you now. You tucked it back into your bag before your eyes darted to your phone to check the time. You were not even halfway through your flight and the team would be going straight to the arena once you landed. You needed to ground yourself and fast.

As if he could read your mind, your savior came and took the vacant seat next to you. With a bottle of water in one hand, and his phone in the other, Pat offered you a smile. “They really do get worked up, huh?” Pat nodded to the pair across the table and offered you a soft smile, “it looked like you could use some saving.”

“Yeah,” you breathed out desperately, “something like that.”

He offered you one of his headphones casually as he placed one in his ear. You both settled in with his playlist to drown out the chaos around you, and with your head on Pat’s shoulder - and your feet still in Brayden’s lap - you did your best to enjoy the rest of the flight.

When the plane landed in Dallas, the team was loaded into the bus and driven straight down to American Airlines Center. It left no time for appointments, not when it was so close to game time. You watched it all unfold from the box overhead, as the Tampa Bay Lightning battled through the game of seemingly never-ending penalties and ultimately took the game 2-0 after another outstanding performance from Vasilevskiy. His back-to-back shutout performance left his teammates riding a high on their way to the hotel room - but not you.

You were exhausted. You forgot just how taxing being on the road could be, and this was just the first night of the longest road trip of the season. It was as if you were on autopilot when you left the arena and the entire bus ride to the hotel. You didn’t hear a single word spoken or the chime of the notifications on your phone. All you could think about was going back to your room and going to bed. You shuffled through the lobby, and to the floor, the team had been assigned only to groan out. Of course, they hadn’t assigned you a room - and where the hell were your bags?

“Come all the way up here for nothing,” you muttered under your breath, frustrated, as you moved back towards the elevator with the intent of going all the way back down to the lobby to give the person at the front desk a piece of your mind. That was until you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder.

“To-” Tony’s name was quick to fall from your lips at the touch, but upon turning around you were ably to cut yourself short, as it wasn’t Tony at all. “Victor,” you spoke slowly, your head tilting back to look up at the defenseman that towered over you. You were completely and utterly intimidated by him in every way. Not only was Victor a giant of a man, and he was also always so soft-spoken and you always struggled to know what exactly to say to him. “I think they lost my bags…”

A small smile creeps up onto his features, his tired eyes meeting yours as a hand casually points back down the hall to his room. “Bags are all waiting for you in the room.”

You quirked a brow up at him. In the room? You peered around him casually as your hand slipped down into your coat pocket. Drawing out your phone you let out a sigh. The notifications were clear as day:

Requested. Pending. Confirmed.

“I’m so sorry, Victor,” you spoke quickly as your cheeks flushed with color, “I hadn’t checked my phone during the game-” Or after it, and you hadn’t intended on checking it again until morning. You groaned, silently chastising yourself. Checking it sooner would have saved you a lot of trouble.

“Hey,” Victor spoke gently, “don’t worry about it. We’ve all had a long day, and it’s going to be another long one tomorrow. So, how about we go get some rest?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out slowly, a hand reaching out to take hold of Victor’s arm as it was offered to you, “I haven’t stopped thinking about crawling into bed since the second period,” you admitted to him gently, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Your little vacation must have been exhausting,” Victor hummed as he got to the door and your stomach twisted into knots.

When Brayden had stopped by, he was under the impression that you had gone home because you were feeling unwell and were following protocol, but Victor’s words and subtle glance were knowing. He knew exactly why you were sent home.

“I kept myself busy,” you spoke slowly, cautiously as you stepped into the hotel room, “but it’s good to be back, really. Was getting cabin fever back home.”

You lingered at the center of the room, your hands holding one another awkwardly as you watched Hedman move almost routinely throughout his hotel room. You hadn’t had the time to read over the appointment in your calendar. You didn’t know his expectations or his rules, and you were not going to risk breaking the rules again. So you watched him intently, patiently. He shuffled through his own bag, wasting no time in unpacking it when the team would be leaving the next morning. He grabbed his toothbrush and a pair of pajama pants before disappearing into the bathroom. Then, it hit you. Victor was actually preparing to go to bed. The rest he spoke of in the hall, wasn’t code or a casual innuendo. He just wanted to sleep next to you.

Moving to your bag, you pulled out your toiletry bag and your pajamas slowly - your hand lingering over the team-branded sweatshirt that was hidden away, the number 71 so clear against your fingers as you let them graze over the fabric. It had been draped over your chair in for apartment for six days, and somehow Tony’s cologne could still be smelt on it. That same smell lingered on the contents of your bag now. There would be no ridding them of it. Leaving the sweatshirt in your bag, you held your pajamas close to your chest as you moved for the bathroom door.

You leaned in its frame, suddenly breathless at the sight of the great Swedish defenceman standing in front of the sink in nothing but his sleep pants hanging low on his hips. A careful sigh leaves your lips at the sight of him, your tongue swiping over your lower lip as his back muscles tensed and rippled as he arched over the sink to spit out his toothpaste.

“Just about done in here, then it’s all yours,” Victor smiled back at you in the reflection of the mirror once he caught sight of you.

Your cheeks flushed with color, your head turning to quickly look away as if it already wasn’t clear that you had been staring, it was now. “No rush, really,” but he was already done, stepping away from the mirror to tower over you in the doorway.

His hands seek out each side of your face, his thumbs stroking the angles of your cheekbones as he arches over to place a simple kiss on your forehead. “Just crawl right in when you’re ready. I already arranged a wake-up call so we don’t miss breakfast.” He leaves you standing in the doorway, your gaze following him to the bed that he is almost too tall for as he climbs in.

Closing the door behind you, you hide in the bathroom for a moment. You drop everything to the floor, drawing your phone from your pocket to take a good long look at the request. Your finger scrolled over the screen slowly, as you took in every word. Every instruction, expectation, and limit left by his wife and you repeated it until it could go unforgotten. You muttered it to yourself as you slipped into your pajamas and fell into your night routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face - but even when you were done, you stood arched over the sink feeling as if your stomach was about to jump up your throat.

Your nerves were raw, sending a tingle into your fingertips as you felt as if you were on the verge of illness. It was like it was your first day all over again, the vacation giving you an unwanted reset that reminded you just how much was on the line. You hold your own gaze in the mirror for some time, your hands gripping the sink as you took in deep steady breaths. You just had to get some rest. That’s it. The rest you could worry about in the morning.

You left your things in a small pile on the countertop, you would gather them in the morning, and turned off the light with the run of your hand over the wall. You navigated through the darkness with careful steps, your teeth chewing on your lower lip as you came to the end of the bed. Victor was already tangled in the blanket, and for a moment you thought he was already asleep, that was until his hand patted against the mattress gently as he spoke in a rough, sleepy voice, “I don’t bite.”

His words coax a smile onto your lips, the mattress shifting as you crawl up the length of the bed to lay at his side. You let out a long, steady breath as you fisted the blankets in your hands and pulled them up over your frame. You could feel his warmth radiating from him, and his legs brush against you as he got comfortable. His arm followed after, finding your hip as he drew you back so that you were pulled flush to his chest. Heddy was a cuddler.

It didn’t bother you much, not really. If anything, it was nice to have the warmth of another after being alone for so long. You cuddled back into him, your eyes falling shut and welcoming the sleep that was so desperate to take you.

Come morning, it’s not the sound of the hotel phone ringing but the warmth of Hedman’s mouth against your shoulder as his large hands dragged effortlessly over the curves of your body. His touch is gentle, drawing you from your sleep in such a way you aren’t left feeling groggy. When he sees your lips curl up into the slightest of grins, Hedman smiles and guides your mouth to his in a gentle kiss that tastes better than a cup of coffee - and does don’t a much better job at waking you up.

“Time to get up, already?” you pout, your hand coming up to rest against Hedman’s cheek carefully. He’s so gentle and warm, it’s almost as if you’re in a dream and you find yourself curling into his embrace without thought.

"Still early," he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your shoulder - his beard surprisingly soft against your skin, "breakfast isn't for another," he paused as he reached for his phone on the bedside table, "forty-five minutes or so."

He places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, working his way up to the crook of your neck gently. His kiss sends your heart racing in your chest as you let out a satisfied hum.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm," you hummed simply, rolling loved to face him.

Your legs tangled with his, or rather what was in your reach. He was tall, giant really, his legs surpassing the tips of your toes. If he wasn't a full foot taller than you, he was damn near it and you were feeling it fully now as you lay beside him with your head tilted up to meet his gentle gaze.

"Not quite ready to get out of bed?" He smiled.

"Not even close," you met his smile with your own as you both fell into silence. You had forgotten just how good it had felt to wake up next to someone in the morning - you had been waking up alone since you had woken up next to Ross.

Your heart faltered at the thought of him, your face falling soft and Victor must have seen it because he was bringing a hand to your cheek, stroking it gently.

"Everything okay?" He leaned in as you nodded.

"Yeah, yeah it's nothing," you assured him, falling silent as his thumb trailed down your cheek and down over your lips carefully.

"You can tell me if something is bugging you," he muttered, his thumb moving over your chin, parting your lips as you let out a careful breath.

"I was just thinking," you formulated your lie with slow careful words, "that I couldn't remember the last time I got to wake up with someone like this… It's been a long time. It's nice…"

"It is," he agreed gently, his touch lingering along the angles of your jaw, "don't get many nights like that while on the road, especially during a long trip. It's easy to miss home - but with you here… with what you do for us, any city can feel like home."

You took in a sharp breath as his thick fingers dragged down over the length of your neck. You felt so small and fragile beneath the touch of his hand. He could so easily wrap his hand around your throat, take the air from your lungs, and yet his every touch was gentle as his hand rounded to the back of your neck. Fingers stroked your gentle skin as he carefully drew you in. You felt the heat of his breath against your face before you felt his lips against your own. His kiss is a gentle graze, drawing your mind from its thoughts to focus solely on the taste of his tongue and the feeling of his hand against your skin as he took hold of your hip with his free hand.

Victor so effortlessly lifted you off the mattress, picking you up and placing you down on his lap so that you straddled his strong thighs. You held your breath at how truly vulnerable you were in his hold. He was so big, so strong, that any moment he could take you, pin you down, and force you to do just about anything. Yet, he was the opposite. He was gentle with every kiss, stroke, and touch - his every movement so thoughtful, so tender, that it left you feeling as if you were in a dream.

His lips left a burning trail from your mouth and down the angles of your jaw. They sought out your neck in a gentle flutter kissing over bruises that now looked like mere shadows and didn’t dare try to leave one of his own. Even as he drew down the thin strap of your camisole, and placed a careful kiss on your shoulder his lips were feather-light. It sent a pleasant shiver down your spine and coaxed a soft sound - something caught between a sigh and a moan - from your lips.

“Such a pretty sound you make when you like something,” Victor muttered against your soft skin, smiling as he felt the gentle, instinctive, roll of your hips against the breadth of his thighs. “I think we have more than enough time before breakfast, I’d love to hear more of it…”

For a moment, his words made it feel as if this wasn’t your job - that Victor didn’t ask you with the expectation of you saying yes.

Looking away, you did your best to hide the giddy smile that crept up onto your lips. Butterflies blossomed in your stomach as your eyes met his soft, pale green eyes that brought you calm. “Yeah,” you nodded slowly, your smile growing, “I would like that.”

Victor’s grin matched your own as he sat up to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. His hands took hold of your hips, lifting you up and placing you down on the bed effortlessly. “Let me just grab-”

His cheeks flushed with color as he scrambled to get out of bed, his legs were tangled in the blankets giving him a bit of trouble ad leaving him awkwardly standing at the foot of the hotel bed.

“In my bag,” you pointed to the carry-on that you kept with you more often than not, “side pocket, should be enough to choose from.”

Your thumbs found the waist of your pajama, pushing them down the length of your legs and losing them in the bed as Hedman stood over your bag sorting through the condoms of varying sizes, flavors, and textures. You didn’t see what he settled on as he moved to the waste basket at the edge of the room, discarding the foil and working down his pajamas to slip the thin latex down over his cock.

You remained perched on your elbows, watching him as he approached, his cock knocking against his inner thigh, with each step. The bed shifted under his weight, and you held your breath as he crawled up over you. You lay back in the bed, your head meeting the plush pillows and your body over the tangled blanket. It all felt so plush, so soft, that you thought you might sink right through them. That you might be consumed by them fully as Victor encroached so slowly on your body. Leaning in, he stole your air, leaving you holding your breath until his very kiss breathed life back into your lungs.

Quivering, your legs spread slowly, welcoming him between them. Victor kissed you slowly, his large form hovering carefully over your own as his hands dragged up the length of your legs and to the apex of your thighs. He sought out your entrance with a grazing touch that left you shuddering. He traced his fingers around your cunt slowly, coaxing them to an eager wetness that he was sure would take him with ease. When he was satisfied, he drew back from your lips with a grin and with a single hand dropped it to his cock. He guided the head of his length up and down your folds before easing it inside you.

Your lips released a shaky breath onto Victor’s chest as your walls stretched out to accommodate the gentle thrust of his cock inside you. His height made things only a little awkward as he fell into a slow and steady rhythm, carefully thrusting up into you as his hands stroked the back of your thighs, his fingers kneading at your flesh as he guided them back to wrap around his hips. Your face was buried in his neck, and your arms struggled to reach around his back to hold him. You could feel his cheek against the top of your head, his head tilting on occasion to kiss the top of your head as he fucked you with such care and compassion that it almost felt wrong.

“Victor,” you moaned out into his neck, your lips dragging over his skin in a careful open-mouthed kiss that you were sure wouldn’t leave a mark. Your skin was set ablaze, toes curling as they began to tingle with the pleasure that seemed to strike each nerve in your body in just the right way. Your lips parted and your eyes fluttered shut as your cunt begin to pulse with pleasure. What started as a gasp in your throat, became those soft, sweet sounds Victor enjoyed so much slipping from your lips. They were a gentle hymn that helped coax him to his own climax.

He met your moan, with a groan of his own. You name a whisper so quiet you weren’t sure he said it at all, that you could have imagined it leaving his lips until he said it again, his pace quickening but his force never more than gentle. Victor didn’t draw from you as he came, and instead rode out his climax buried deep inside the warmth and comfort of your core. When he drew back, it was seemingly all at once, his cock, and warmth leaving you void as you lay sprawled out on the mattress, your arms and legs weak from clinging to his strong form so desperately.

Victor moved back to the waste bin, stripping the soiled condom from his still half-hard cock and disposing of it casually as the phone rang. Your wake-up call.

#victor hedman #hockey imagines #hockey players #hockey smut #hockey rpf #nhl players #nhl imagine #;; the road wife

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wsbhonni · 1 month

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Sanctuary (Chapter 4: Dinner)

*A spark of hope lingers on Asa’s lips as he watches Arkin leave for the kitchen. Once the man is out of sight, he sits quietly on the bed, looking down on his feet, then occasionally at the kitchen lights reflecting from the floorboards. He watches Arkin’s silhouette walking and moving across the lights as sounds of plates clanking, and the soft smell of food being cooked reaches his sinuses. He knows the kind-hearted thief isn’t going to heed his request for just bread and water. He’s being cared for and all he could think of is the uncomfortable itch in his brain that comes with it. No matter how much the warmth has bloomed in his chest, a weight has made home on his legs after latching itself on his ribcage.

Asa eyes the quiet shadow making sounds in the kitchen, only for that feeling to rip a part of his throat away. He looks down again, fumbling with his hands now- not really knowing what to do. Conscience etched him a. . . grimy feeling. Like his presence alone is staining the bed, the room, whatever he’s touching. Then it crawls up to his spine, eventually curling around his neck to cover his face; he tries to brush it off to no avail. So he shuffles down on the floor to sit instead.

. . . the killer stares at the wall, the pictures, the dresser, then out the window.. The shadows that made themselves home behind each item appear pitch black rather than the more friendly darkness he has gotten used to in his home, or the hotel. An overwhelming sensation of unease creeps up behind him and wraps its long fingers on his skin. Asa eyes wander back to the kitchen lights for comfort.

Outside of the oppressive headspace he has made for himself, out into the hallway where he walks towards where Arkin is. He stops just shy from the kitchen itself, but enough for him to peep from the corner to see the younger man working on the stove. The clock idly ticked away from 8:23pm up on the wall in front of him. He glued his attention to sunken eyes, he has to wonder how much sleep a father like Arkin usually has. Asa stood there staring at the man for a few moments, before deciding to speak up, despite his wildly uncomfortable throat and the taste of vomit still on his tongue. “Hey..”

-Arkin nearly jumped out of his skin- jumping in the air and cursing in fright.

"Jesus fucking Christ dude-" Arkin sighed, relieved.

An apology was quick to leave Asa’s mouth, he had never seen Arkin startle like that before- it was funny, honestly. He couldn't help but grin at the now flustered man.

"No you ain't," Arkin rolled his eyes.

Asa was worried the brunette had gotten upset with him, until he heard him chuckle, and saw him smiling.

"Anyways, you feeling alright?" Arkin inquired, suddenly serious.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine." Asa fumbled.

The two stood in awkward silence until Arkin turned back to his food.

"Well, I reheated more soup for you, I know it's not what you wanted, but you need vitamins and whatever." He explained, opening a drawer and producing a spoon.

Asa watched how Arkin tensed when his back was turned to him. There was a time where Asa would have loved that- would have loved the power that he had over Arkin. But now- it made Asa feel sick, it made his stomach become heavy and his throat tight. He felt guilty.

He watched as Arkin physically eased as he turned to him again. A bowl of soup in one hand, and a bowl of pasta in the other.

"Ya don't have to eat now if ya don't want to," He said, passing the soup to Asa, taking a seat at his kitchen island.

The man simply sat himself at the other stool of the island- Arkin's dining table, apparently. Arkin seemed surprised at first, but shrugged it away and dug into his food. Asa nibbled at his own food, letting the familiar slightly bland flavour finally wash the taste of bile away. His stomach stirred a bit, so Asa stopped, and looked up to the still eating Arkin.

"Where did you get the recipe for the soup?" He asked.

"Ah, shit, does it taste bad?" Arkin sighed, "-I usually add more flavour to it, but I didn't-"

'-want to make it unsuitable for a sick person’s stomach’

"-have a lot of spices lyin' around, y'know."

*Asa said nothing but a small nervous smile of gratitude- still unsure of how to process this kind of attention. He glanced at the shelves behind Arkin where the spices are kept: salt, pepper, garlic powder- that’s pretty much it. Asa doubts there’s a lot of condiments lying around either.

Soft autumn chills have settled inside the dim apartment, the only lights on is in the kitchen where they’re sitting. The estranged killer tries to make some small talk while he watches his ex-victim eat, asking why he keeps the apartment so dark. “To save up on the electricity bill”- Arkin replied with pasta still puffing in one of his cheeks. The conversation didn’t really go anywhere. . . so they just decided to stay quiet

Arkin shifts in his seat with his meal still in front of him, his grip on the fork ever so slightly tightening as he tenses up, staring, then avoiding the man on the opposite side: foreign. . . and vaguely a threat, yet he is weaker than ever; Still, He cannot let his guard down. Under the round circle of warm orange light above the kitchen island, the killer’s stature sitting from across him appears more like a large solid shadow than a person.

The man returns his gaze with those almost supernatural eyes- drilling into his conscience. Arkin doesn’t know what’s more concerning: the fact that he’s being stared at, or the fact that the killer is barely touching his food.

Arkin takes a few cautious bites while he carefully slips a few looks at his opponent. Asa *is* eating, he just eats whenever the thief looks away. Every time Arkin moves his eyes down to scoop up his Asa does the same then swallows just in time before attention is directed at him again..

It’s weird. Why the fuck is the guy doing that? Arkin decides to watch but before he knows it, the soup is already finished.

Abruptly, the man before him asked after letting out a light sigh- he looked a bit unnerved.

“So. . . Where are you sleeping tonight? I can go home if you want, I-“ Asa stumbled over his words despite sounding like someone’s teacher. He clears his throat: “I’m good enough to leave.”

Arkin simply scoffed, an eyebrow arched. "Yeah right," He chuckled, taking a drink of water, "Not with how you were hobbling earlier. I don't trust you behind the wheel."

"Who said I was going to drive?" Asa huffed back, rolling his black eyes, "I can call a cab."

"The fair would be stupid expensive, I don't exactly live a few streets away from you."

"Is there a reason why you can't drive me home, then?" Asa crossed his arms, leaning forward inquisitively.

"Tanks runnin low, and I'm tired." Arkin rested his cheek in his palm and smirked.

His expression said 'we can do this all night'. It was charming- at least Asa thought so.

With a purse of his lips, Asa continued their banter. "Then where are you going to sleep, if you insist on me staying here."

"I got a couch, smart ass," Arkin gestured his head to the old beat up couch behind Asa.

As the larger man turned to look, Arkin gathered the dishes. He was slow to take Asa's bowl, as if the man would snap/grab at him; as if he were a wounded animal ready to pounce. He didn't, though- just slowly turned back to a now standing Arkin.

"How old is that thing?" Asa dared to ask, his nose scrunched.

"Got it from an old man havin' a garage sale," Arkin explained, almost proud sounding.

"Please, tell me you cleaned it."

"I vacuumed it!"

"And?"- Arkin rolled his eyes hard as he turned to wash the dishes. Asa took the hint and felt his whole body tense in disgust.

"That's disgusting, how are you not sick?"

"That's rich, coming from you." The response was a little more spiteful than Arkin wanted it to be.

Asa, promptly, went quiet. His face softened for a traitorous second- before bouncing back as if unbothered. Arkin knew he was playing with fire, but he wouldn't take the statement back. Because they both knew it was true- the only “sick” person here just vomited his guts out an hour ago.

*Of course Asa doesn't need someone to tell him he got some wires crossed. But only in his late 20s when he decided to indulge in it. And now that he’s in his mid 30s, after everything that dropped him onto the porch of someone like Arkin; he feels like the wrath has subsided enough to reflect. For a moment his thoughts slip and his first knee-jerk reaction is to not think about it anymore. Asa avoids the pair of eyes directed at him. He’ll come back for it later... or eventually.

Nevermind what crept into his thoughts, he directed his focus onto why Arkin keeps him alive, *and* in his own apartment no less. If anything, Arkin might not be right in the head either- he figures, but who is he to judge about that subject? Anyhow, the prospects of Arkin having something wrong with him makes him terribly curious.

It’s quite early to go to bed for Arkin, but he figures the older male would be the type to sleep at 8pm- his doubts got validated when Asa randomly yawns around 9:15. He was going to sleep on the couch as usual when the killer was still unconscious, but now that the man is awake, some new fears settle inside of his worries. What if he tries to kill him in his sleep? What if he rummages through his stuff? Set up traps in his apartment as revenge? What if he does. . . whatever serial killer-psychopaths do while he isn’t looking? He cannot let Asa out of his sight.

Arkin dries up the remaining dishes and puts them back in place. As he turns around to check if the serial killer was doing anything, only to find the man dissociating and sitting quietly, staring at a wall. But knowing the man has issues, he decided to just leave him alone for now-

‘I might die tonight’ , He entertained the thought.

After a while of deliberation and moving to lean on the couch, still facing the man who is sitting in the same place, he spoke up a change of plans “I’ll sleep on the floor”

His words were enough to snap Asa out of staring into space and turned his head towards him. He can see it, the slight blush that immediately fades away when the man reacts to his declaration.

“ I have an extra mattress, don’t worry, it’s clean”

Another confused look shot at his direction.

There’s that apprehensiveness again, but now it’s showing in Asa’s voice instead. “Alright..”- the man replied. The type of awkwardness when someone offers you something that will benefit you, but you don’t know if you should accept it because it doesn’t benefit the other person. Faced with a blank stare, Arkin comes up with another offer: “Or. . .You can sleep on the floor. Just choose”

-Asa simply blinked back at Arkin. The fact that the other man cared so much about his comfort, ironically, made Asa uncomfortable. He wasn't used to people caring for him like that.

"The bed's fine," He responded flatly, getting up to head to bed.

He wobbled on his feet for a second, his calves feeling like they had fallen asleep. Arkin straightened his back, and looked like he was ready to run to Asa's side.

"I'm fine," Asa responded shortly, quickly getting his balance back.

"You sure-?"

"Why do you care?" Asa finally asked, nearly snapping.

He can't handle his emotions being played with- he could never handle it. Surely, Arkin was simply messing with him, giving him food and his own bed while he heals. Acting amicably with him- did Arkin know how he felt?

"I told you, I don't know," Arkin responded, defensive.

"Stop lying- just tell me why you saved me in the first place-"

"I ain't fuckin lyin' dude!" Arkin yelled defensively, his accent getting thicker, "If I knew why, you'd be the first to know!"

Asa straightened as well, expecting a fight. Only for Arkin to exhale and turn away, rubbing his forehead.

The two stood in angry silence for a moment. Only for Asa to finally sigh and move his way back to Arkin's bedroom. He knew better than to bite the hand that feeds him- perhaps he should just let it go. For now anyway.

When Arkin heard the door shut, he sighed to himself- maybe he shouldn’t explode at a literal serial killer living under the same roof as him. But hey, Arkin's done plenty of stupid things in his lifetime. He turns back to setting up the extra mattress, trying to keep his mind busy

However, his mind continued back to Asa, and how confused he must be. Which was fair, considering Asa kidnapped and tortured him, and vice-versa.

'Because you feel sorry for him,' A traitorous voice called from the back of his head.

Okay, sure he did. The guy was dealt a shitty hand in life- with an abusive murderer father and being thrown from foster home to foster home. But he didn't excuse all the things Asa did- never.

Though, he'd be lying if he said he didn't see himself in Emory. His own dad was shitty, sure, but he never killed anyone. He just got drunk, terrorised Arkin and his mom and sister, only to just up and leave one night.

Arkin groaned, and headed towards the bathroom. Whatever, he just had to ignore his weird feelings until he thought Asa was well enough to go home.

#sanctuary au #collectkin

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ye-local-simp · 2 years

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Hi !! I came across your blog a while ago and since there’s a match up event may I request a TWST match-up 💕

I’m an Aries and an INFP. A cis female, I’m really short about Ortho height, black short cuts above my shoulders. I usually wear whatever makes me comfortable, my hair is always messy I never bother to tidy myself up lmao. I do have a high sense of fashion I just don’t use it very often.

I’m super quiet and awkward when surrounded by strangers, I find it hard to make friends or to actually express my emotions resting bitch face <3. I’ll only talk when people come to me first. I don’t open up easily but when I do I tend to get more chaotic and playful. I'm really open-minded open to everyone's opinion and take criticism very well. When I hate someone I won’t try to hide it and just straight it show to their face. A compassionate person, that once I choose to care for someone, that care will never go away, no matter how much they hurt me. It’s actually hard to get me to hate or hold grudges against anyone since I’m kinda forgiving and laid back. I feel super uncomfortable when people confront me or even try to befriend me too fast it makes my trust issue goes off the roof. I try to see the best in others and put myself in other people's perspectives before judging. I tend to live in my own head and daydream all the time instead of focusing on the real world. I may act tough and strong but I’m also quite sensitive, I can handle physical pain but not emotional. I take every decision with care and will never be caught acting recklessly. I'm actually a really hard-working person, I believe without working and trying your best then you won't be able to achieve your goal, and yes I also dislike the idea of wishing for something to present itself. I admire honesty, people with confidence in themselves and who know their place. I despise those who lack self-awareness and do not make an effort to change for the better. I love to encourage my people on being themselves and I find it cute seeing people doing what they love and the smile on people's faces. The worst insult ever to me is that people tell me that I'm selfish because I care a lot about others even if I don't want to. My love language is act of service and quality time. I fall in love rather quickly and hard to fall out of it.

My interest is Art, that is literally what I do every day and what I want to pursue for the rest of my life. I really like to eat, anything really but I mostly prefer sweets and spicy stuff. I like plushies and anything cute. I don't get scared easily and indifferent to most things, my favorite movie genres are horror, comedy, and action. I'm not into sport mainly because I'm quite short on stamina but I am fairly strong for my size. I don't know what to add anymore but I kin Ei, Shenhe, and Sucrose 🎨. Apologize if this is long ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ ) and I hope you are having a wonderful day ! ( sorry I suck at social interaction )

I am going to match you up with...

Deuce!!

-A very straightforward and honest person so you would definitely have no issue of him hiding things from you. He is one of the few who knows how sensitive you really are so he acts as your bodyguard and makes you feel independent at the same time. Meaning that he doesn't really tower over you all the time. He would definitely be the one to get you out of uncomfortable conditions too.

-In terms of your interests, he is not really an artistic person but would definitely be supportive of your art.Anyone who even thinks about dissing it is dead even before the bad critisms reach you(if there even is any). You might have to explain that some critisms may help you improve though.

-Since he is a lot more on the masculine side, he would definitely gift you feminine things or things that he heard that a lot of women would like like arcade plushies,fluffy notebooks and flowers so his gifts are usually great if you love those kinds of things.He would definitely ask his mum for advice on how to woo you too.

-The only issue would be that he may not understand your advances or how you are actually feeling since this guy is very dense when it comes to feelings

#twisted wonderland matchup event #twisted wonderland matchup #twst match up event #twst matchup #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst headcanons

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

———

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

———

Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

———

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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WandaNat x Reader : Falling For You

Summary: You finally get everything you ever could’ve wanted.

Covers the “Campfire/Fireplace” square for fall bingo.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,169

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This was a terrible idea. One you knew you would come to regret agreeing to, but at the moment you were asked to participate, you couldn’t possibly say no.

With the two pairs of gorgeous green eyes staring at you coupled with an annoyingly knowing smirk and an adorable pout, there was no way you could deny their request.

That’s how you find yourself hiking a trail over fallen leaves, shivers rolling over your body as your two best friends chat away at your side.

They keep their voices at a low whisper, not allowing you to hear or be a part of their conversation. While you would normally feel some kind of way about it, you’re far too cold to sulk about it.

You furiously run your uncovered hands up and down your arms, hoping the friction of your jacket would warm you up and combat the cold surrounding you.

Apparently neither of them remembered to check the weather for the day. When you asked Natasha said it was fall and shrugged.

So you dressed accordingly, jeans, boots, a sweater and a jacket. It isn’t enough. It’s much colder than a normal fall day, instead it feels like the beginning of winter.

You look down at your feet. The crunch of the leaves beneath your boots is a little louder than usual since the morning dew had frozen, adding a small layer of ice over the dead foliage.

A huff falls from your lips and you drop your hands, shoving them into your pockets instead. It’s not like your rubbing was doing anything.

“How much further is this secret destination?” You ask.

Both women look over at you, small frowns on their faces at your tone of voice. You hadn’t meant to snap at them but cold was starting to affect your mood.

You smile apologetically and Natasha rolls her eyes and chuckles. Wanda knocks her elbow against Natasha’s arm, then moves to your other side.

She wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you close,“ it won’t be much longer detka.”

“Yeah,” Natasha pulls your hand from your pocket and laces your fingers with hers,“ we’re almost there dorogoy.”

Detka, dorogoy, lyubov. You have no idea what those words mean but she and Natasha were always calling you them. Sly little smiles would form on their lips when they did and you’d wish you knew why. All they would tell you is that it’s Russian and not a bad thing.

When Natasha squeezes your hand, Wanda lays her head on your shoulder, and you sigh.

It was things like this that made your friendship with them hard.

The two of them have been dating since before you even met. You first ran into them at the coffee shop you worked at. They came in and took a seat at a table in the corner and you approached them, almost instantly commenting on how cute they were together.

Your one comment led to a friendship you couldn’t imagine you’d find with anyone else. Which also led to feelings developing that you fought tooth and nail to reject.

They first came for Wanda, the younger woman being the first to hangout with you one on one. Her sweet and empathetic behavior and words drew you in like a moth to a flame.

Then you started spending time with Natasha. Your first hangout was awkward to say the least. You aren’t the most outgoing and Natasha was closed off, it caused very little conversation and very long silences.

Both of you were tempted to not hangout again without Wanda, but decided to give it one more go. Which is exactly what you needed. You can’t recall how the day started but it ended with you two having a blast at a cat cafe. Your mutual love for the soft purring animal made you close.

Every second you spent with them made you fall faster. Rejecting your feelings stopped being an option once they’d gotten so strong. Now you try your best to ignore it, though that doesn’t work much either.

Especially not when they’re so affectionate with you like this.

“Look look, we’re here.” Wanda says, squeezing you excitedly.

Natasha smiles and shakes her head at her girlfriend’s excitement and as you all turn the curve, your destination now in sight, she looks at you.

Her smile widens as she watches your eyes brighten.

To anyone else, a cabin in the woods might not mean much but both women know that to you it's much more than that. A tradition to put it quite plainly.

Your parents made it a point to take you to a cabin when the season changed, wanting you to experience nature and such.

You hated it at first but it grew to mean so much to you. Not just growing to appreciate nature but also loving every moment spent with your parents, loving the memories you made with them.

“Wait,” your eyes move from the cabin to Wanda then Nat,“ are we staying here?”

Pink lips form into the perfect smile and she nods.“ We know you haven’t been in a long time.”

The passing of your parents was rough, without them you never found the will to come to a cabin again even though you’d considered it. When you were finally ready, you didn’t have the time.

Of course you’d shared these thoughts with your best friends and you knew they were listening, but you didn’t think they’d do something about what you told them.

While you were lost in thought, the women were worried. You weren’t saying anything and they couldn’t help but wonder if they’d overstepped.

Their plan would completely go up in flames if you were uncomfortable with this.

Swallowing, Wanda unhooks her arm from yours and steps in front of you.“ Y/n, detka, we don’t want you to be uncomfortable so if you don’t want to stay we won’t.”

Her words pull you from your thoughts and you register what she said, which makes you immediately protest.

“No, no,” you gently grab her hand, squeezing hers and Natasha’s.“ I want to stay I just, was thinking. This is really sweet of you two, thank you.”

They share a smile, then Wanda excitedly tugs on your hand.“ You haven’t seen the inside yet, come on.”

With more excitement than you and Natasha combined, Wanda pulls you both to the cabin. She shows you around as if this isn’t her first time being here. You notice she doesn’t mention the bedroom situation but you chalk that up to her excitement and figure there are two bedrooms.

“This place is beautiful,” you all stop in the living room where you plop down on one of the cozy chairs.“ but I can’t stay. I don’t even have clothes.”

“Oh we took care of that.” Natasha waves you off as she moves off to the side in search of something.

Wanda answers your confusion.“ What did you think I was doing when I went to your bedroom?”

You nod in understanding, recalling how she stayed behind you and Natasha the whole way down to the car and dipped away to the trunk before you pulled off.

“Always thinkin of everything huh?” You joke, slouching in your seat.

Frowning, Wanda comes over to you and reaches down to grab your hands,“ don’t get comfortable here, we’re gonna go sit by the lake and watch the sunset.” She adds a pout and pulls on your hands.

“But it’s so cold out.” You whine, dropping your weight back to make it harder for her to pull you up.

She doesn’t give up though, continuing and struggling to pull you up.

A sudden presence appears behind you, the redhead whom you love lowers herself, her mouth right beside your ear.“ Come on dorogoy, we’ll start a fire. Keep you nice and toasty.” Her hand gently rubs your arm and all you can do is nod, seemingly put in a trance by her sultry voice flowing straight into your ear.

Letting up, you allow Wanda to pull you up and you follow the two outside.

The younger woman laces her fingers with yours as you walk down to the lake. It’s across the trail through a small stretch of trees.

It’s a welcome sight, seeing the expanse of trees on the other side of the lake and the rocks and logs surrounding a makeshift fire pit.

You and Wanda sit on a log, taking in the scenery while Natasha set up the fire. The instant you shiver Wanda wraps her arm around you, pulling you into her side and rubbing your arm. You resist the urge to sigh this time, especially when you look over and see the happy smile on her lips.

The second the fire is lit you feel its warmth added to the body heat coming from Wanda. It knocks the initial chills away, but it’s not until Natasha comes to sit at your other side, that you start to warm up internally.

She takes your hand, squeezing it as she speaks,“ Y/n there’s another reason we brought you out here.” With a small frown of curiosity you look over at her. Taking a deep breath, she meets your eyes and continues,“ f-for a while now, myself and Wanda have been wondering um,” she stops to collect her words and you’re left utterly shocked.

In the year of you knowing her, not once had you ever seen the redhead look so nervous and be at a loss for words. She is the most badass person you’d ever met and right now a red blush is rising on her cheeks.

“Wondering what?” You decide to turn your attention to Wanda, figuring that Nat could calm down if she weren’t the only center of attention, only to find the brunette is also blushing.“ What is it Wan?”

Her soft green eyes rise to look into yours and she swallows.“ Well, we figured out that um, we started to feel differently towards you. Like, the feelings we had for each other became feelings that we both had for you.”

It takes everything in you not to freeze up at her confession. A number of emotions swirl through you and you open your mouth to say something, only to register one particular word.

“Had?”

Wanda’s eyes widen but Natasha answers.“ Have. We currently feel this way about you and we were wondering if you would be interested in being with us?”

Your face suddenly splits into a grin, one that both women immediately adore seeing.“ Are you being serious?” You ask and they both nod.

All this time you’d been falling for them and it turns out they’d fallen for you too.

A quiet snicker escapes your lips and you shake your head, earning slightly confused looks from the women.“ You know, if I didn’t have feelings for you two this would’ve been a terrible plan.”

While you can’t possibly imagine not loving them, you could picture and laugh at the awkwardness that would’ve ensued had you said no and the three of you were stuck up here together.

“Well I don’t think it would’ve been that bad. We’re still best friends so a little awkwardness maybe but-”

“Nat,” Wanda cuts the redhead off, gaining her attention.“ You’re focusing on the wrong things lyubov.”

It’s then that Natasha addresses the beginning of your statement.“ Wait so you’ll go out with us?”

Smiling, you nod.“ Yes I will. I’ve never done the whole poly thing but, I’m more than willing to try for you.” You turn your smile to Wanda,“ both of you.”

They look past you to look at each other, bright smiles exchanged between them. Suddenly Wanda lunges towards you, wrapping you up in a big hug and peppering kiss over your face.

A snort of a laugh leaves you as she kisses you and you hug her back with one arm, your other still occupied with your hand in Natasha’s.

“Okay okay Maximoff. I love you too.” You say with another soft laugh.

She pulls back, smiling even brighter. Then a finger curls under your chin and your head is gently turned, eyes meeting another pair of gorgeous green eyes.

“We love you too detka.”

Ever so slowly she leans in and kisses you softly. You melt into the kiss, a quiet sigh of content at finally finally being able to do this. And when she pulls away, quickly pecking your lips again, you’re pulled into a kiss with Wanda.

Her lips are a little softer than Natasha’s and she kisses you with a little more restraint.

A quiet smack parts your lips and you lean back against Natasha.“ I think I could definitely get used to that.”

Both women chuckle softly, Wanda leaning back against you and Natasha wrapping both arms around you and the brunette.

Right there, sandwiched between the two women you love as the heat of the campfire warms you, you’re happy.

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