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hello i love your work!! can you do a part 2 to worth our time? :”) maybe wherein carol is actually getting soft for the reader and wants to be together but the reader is hesitant bc of carol being known as a player? maybe some jealous carol as well? 😳😳

Soft!jock!Carol is a god tier idea and I really hope I did it justice

Shout out to @wlwmarvelenthusiast for helping me with my technical difficulties

Part 1

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Warnings: oral, praise and double ended dildo use

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"Why are you ignoring Carol?" Wanda asked with a frown as you sped out of the school car park a little too hastily. She narrowed her eyes at you, ready to read into every expression that flickered across your face.

"I'm not ignoring her, I'm avoiding her. It's different." You insisted as you kept your eyes on the road in front of you, determined to leave the school grounds before a certain blonde left the building and got into her own car.

"It's exactly the same thing just in a different font." Wanda stated as she continued to watch you.

"It's not. And anyway, I'm not obligated to talk to her." You said quieter, not finding enough confidence in your words. Of course you weren't obligated to talk to Carol, but you missed it - more than you would admit to yourself.

"I know, I thought you liked her though. You said your date went well with her but since then you run out of every room she enters."

"It wasn't really a date." You muttered as took a left and eyed your mirror.

"Y/n." Wanda laughed. "I think I know a date when it's described to me."

"But it's Carol, Wanda. Carol doesn't do dates." You insisted as you tried your hardest to avoid your friend's gaze again. You didn't want her to see the pain in your eyes.

"She did with you."

"She went down on me-"

"Yes, I remember that catch up conversation." Wanda chuckled and you threw an empty sweet packet you had left in the car at her.

"And I'm not complaining about that. It's just... you know I'm not one to judge people by rumors, but Carol seems like a pretty strict 'hookups only' type of gal. Every time me and Carol are alone together we end up fucking and again, I'm not complaining about that, but it's enough to tell me she doesn't want anything more from me. Not even fuck buddies, because she doesn't commit to girls." You breathed out deeply as you parked up outside yours and Wanda's favourite coffee shop, suddenly not able to tell if you weren't in the mood for your hot chocolate or in desperate need of one.

"I think there might be a little more to it than that." Wanda said after a moment. She knew where you were coming from but she also couldn't deny the fidgety nature and anxious look in the blonde's eyes a few days prior.

"She called it a date last time you were together, she hasn't done that before. She was worried when you were sick and she's only ever worried when her teammates are sick."

"She wasn't worried." You rolled your eyes lightly and managed a small smile at Wanda.

"Oh she definitely was."

You groaned when you heard your phone vibrate on your bedside table. You rolled over begrudgingly, only bothering to check it because you knew it was lunch break at school and it might have been Wanda sending you the class notes you had asked for.

Unknown number: when I saw you weren't in class I assumed you were dead

You frowned as you took a double take of the message and the number you didn't recognize. The fuck? You decided to respond anyway, if they were in your class and texted you maybe they would send you their notes too.

You: sorry, who is this??

Unknown number: your favourite jock ;)

They replied, pretty much instantly. You put two and two together, but really the smirking face would have been enough.

You: Carol? How did you get this number??

You rubbed your eyes and pulled you sick bowl closer to you, frowning at the discomfort you felt.

Unknown number: so I am your favourite jock?? Good to know

You rolled your eyes and groaned more, knowing Carol wouldn't be forgetting that in a hurry. You didn't respond to that, instead shutting off your phone in hopes of getting more sleep but a minute later another text came through. You knew it would be Carol, but you still reached over to check it.

Unknown number: and Wanda gave it to me

"Dammit, Wanda." You grumbled, going to write her an angry message but Carol had something else to say.

Unknown number: I asked very nicely

You fought off a smile weakly and decided to change her contact, telling yourself it might be useful to keep it.

Jackass: You home alone?

She didn't seem to want to stop talking. Although you couldn't deny that it made you smile more when you wondered if she meant was anyone there to look after you.

You: I am, parents have to work

Jackass: want me to come over and make you feel better? ;)

Suddenly you didn't feel like talking to Carol anymore. You were sick and feeling crappy and all Carol wanted to do was fuck, she was hardly subtle about it either. If you hadn't already been thinking long and hard about what the jock could possible think of you, that would have been the moment you started to ponder it.

With your mood somehow lowered even more, you turned your phone off to go back to sleep, accidentally swiping the notification that read Jackass: * :)

"I still can't believe you gave her my number." You grumbled as you swirled the chocolaty drink in front of you.

"She did ask very nicely." Wanda grinned.

"Enough about her." You said, leaning forward on your elbows to grin back at your friend. "How's your girlfriend?"

You were on your phone when you saw a donut being pushed across the table towards you out of the corner of your eye. It was your favourite type that also happened to be the one the cafeteria rarely sold, so when it landed in front of you you looked up with a smile, expecting to see Wanda smiling knowingly back at you.

Carol grinned as she pulled out the chair opposite you and sat herself down. Your eyes flickered over to Wanda who was trying to hide her smile and look away.

"It's for you." Carol said after a second.

"What do I have to do for it?" You asked, only half joking as you eyed the treat suspiciously.

"Come on another date with me." She winked. You leaned back and looked away from Carol and the donut, displeased but not surprised. "Nothing." Carol said quickly. "You don't have to do anything, I just know that one's your favourite." The blonde said. You had never told her that. You eyed Wanda again who quickly looked away like she hadn't been watching the interaction and leaned into Natasha.

"Thank you, Danvers." You said quietly, moving the napkin that the donut was on closer to you.

"I thought we were passed that." Carol chuckled, you wanted to smile at the sound. Carol leaned down to grab something out of her rucksack as you started on the donut, not entirely sure if you should try make conversation or just run away.

"I took notes yesterday, while you were gone." The jock said as she put her notebook on the table and flicked through her badly organised pages to find the one she was looking for. You raised your eyebrows slightly in response.

You had never once seen Carol take actual notes in class, but when she spun the book around to face you you were even more surprised to see the detailed notes she had been taking, even with a couple of small diagrams at the bottom she had probably copied from the board.

"Are they okay? Wilson's pretty good at this shit I'm sure I could get him to-"

"They're great!" You interrupted. "They're...fuck, I'm sorry but since when did you take notes?" You didn't want to seem rude but it felt like you were witnessing a never before seen event or the discovery of a new species.

"Just figured you would want them." Carol shrugged and took a sandwich out her bag.

"Yeah I... thank you." You muttered and smiled when you saw a small doodle of a star. "Can I?" You asked as you motioned to your phone's camera. Carol nodded with a smile and watched as you took photos of her notes.

Wanda coughed from across the table and you shot daggers at her, knowing what she so desperately wanted to say. She hasn't done that for anyone else.

"It was sweet of her though." Wanda pointed out as her eyes stayed fixed on Natasha's form.

"It was, but you've gotten me donuts before and you don't want to date me." You said as you tried to stop your eyes trailing to Carol again as they seemed to keep doing.

"Well if Natasha wasn't here..." Wanda teased with a smile. You rolled your eyes at your friend and chuckled.

"Are Carol's abs as hard as they look?" Wanda asked randomly. You couldn't help but look up at the blonde at the mention of her name and perhaps one of your favourite things about her.

It was a hot day and her team was training hard on the field, so most of the athletes had their shirts off. Carol's abs were on full display and given the amount of core stretches she had been doing they were as prominent as ever.

"They are." You muttered, remembering the first time you ran your hands across her chest.

You heard giggling in the row behind you and turned around to see a group of girls also watching Carol and her team train. It was obvious their gazes fell on the same area yours had and suddenly you remembered the long list of names that Carol used to show off proudly.

The girl's whispers became louder as did the giggling and without realizing what you were doing you found yourself comparing you to them. They were popular, effortlessly beautiful and probably had much more experience than you ever had. You couldn't compete with that. Especially when you didn't even know why Carol wanted you. You rested your head on your knees and tried to zone out the world around you as your insecurities ate at you more.

"Come on." Wanda nudged you gently as she stood up from the bleachers. You grabbed your bag and followed after her, noticing that practice was apparently over.

Natasha was standing at the bottom of the bleachers and pulled Wanda into a tight hug. You smiled at the motion, wishing you had what they did.

"Hey." Carol said to you, her eyes shining lightly in the sun.

"Hey yourself." You nodded as you began to walk behind Wanda and Nat. Carol fell into place beside you and made you think about the height difference between you. You were convinced she could give the best piggy back rides.

"You make it look easy." You blurted out. Carol arched a perfect brow at you as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Sport." You generalized, waving your hands.

"Y/n is allergic to sport." Wanda called back.

"Is that right?" Carol smirked as she looked at you.

"It is not, it's just not my thing." You defended.

"Then what is your thing?" Carol asked curiously.

"Wouldn't you like to know." You replied as you searched your brain, not really knowing if you had a thing. Nothing serious at least.

"I would." Carol fired back.

"That's too bad." The jock smiled and decided not to push.

"I'm sure there's a sport you can do." Carol pondered.

"If there is if it could be added to the curriculum that would be really helpful." You sighed.

"Y/n L/n, are you failing a class?" Carol gasped dramatically. You groaned when Wanda laughed, confirming the blonde's assumption.

"Could be worse, I fail loads of classes and everything seems to work out okay." Carol said calmly, seemingly completely unfazed.

You reached the car park and slowed down when you saw Natasha follow Wanda to her car. Wanda was your lift to school and therefore your ride home too. You had stayed behind to study in the library and joined your friend on the bleachers when it shut to see the last of the teams training, not thinking about the fact Wanda was staying behind so she could hang out with Natasha after.

"I can give you a ride home." Carol offered as she threw her car keys up in the air and caught them easily. You pondered that for a second, you really didn't want to be a third wheel to your friend, even if it was a short drive home.

"Yeah, thanks, Danvers." Wanda gave you a knowing smile as she waved goodbye and practically ran to her car with Natasha.Yeah, definitely the best call to leave them alone.

You got into Carol's car and tried to ignore all the memories you had of being in the backseat, instead resting your arm against the window to try and keep your focus on that. Carol didn't say much as you drove which surprised you. She seemed deep in thought about something and you couldn't help but wonder what.

"You want to come to mine?" She said suddenly. You froze in your seat before answering.

"Just my place will do. For me only! I mean I... I have homework." You rambled and felt your whole face heat up. You wondered if being in a car with Wanda and Natasha jumping each other could possibly be more uncomfortable than being sat with Carol and trying to decline her advances.

"I could help." She offered, seemingly genuinely.

"I can handle it." You forced a laugh. Carol nodded and didn't say anything else until she pulled up to your house.

"Thanks again, Danvers." You smiled at the blonde as you hauled you bag up and opened the door.

"I'm always happy to help you out, y/n." Carol smiled back your way genuinely and your stomach did a little flip.

You hummed to yourself quietly as you made your way through the school corridors and opened the double doors to the library. You smiled to the librarian as always and got a limited response but your smile faltered when you saw your usual table was taken... by Carol.

She was in her training attire and scrolling mindlessly through her phone until she glanced up and saw you. "Hey." She smiled.

"Are you lost?" You asked as you walked towards her slowly.

"No and go get changed." Was all she said as she pushed a bag of school gym clothes towards you.

"And why would I do that?" You sighed as you peered into the bag.

"Y/n," Carol started as she tilted her chair back and rested her hands behind her head with her feet on the table, her usual confident smile playing on her lips. "Does it or does it not absolutely kill you that you're failing a class?" You paused before flicking yours eyes up to her. Yes, it absolutely did.

"And am I or am I not the best athlete in the school?" Also hard to argue with. You shifted on your feet.

"Come on, y/n. I promise I'll help you at least pass the class." Carol said with certainty. You chewed your gum as you thought about it.

"What do you get out of it?" You asked as you narrowed your eyes at the blonde.

"I can go to sleep at night knowing I've helped an underling." She grinned. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile at her, Carol continued to smile back at you.

"That A* you got us on that project made me pass the class." Carol shrugged.

"Alright, Danvers." You nodded and picked up the bag. "But no funny business."

"Great!" She exclaimed and took her feet off the table to stand up.

"I'll see you in the main hall in 10."

Barely ten minutes into Carol's 'warm ups' you were already out of breath and in need of a break. You glared at her every time she barked orders at you with a grin, clearly enjoying bossing you around.

"Catch!" Carol exclaimed as she hauled a basketball at you. You ducked out the way and watched it fly past your head.

"You trying to kill me?!" Carol was bent over laughing at your exasperation and inability to catch a simple ball.

"Shut the fuck up, Danvers." You huffed but managed to hit the second ball that came your way.

"You really are allergic to sports huh?" She teased as you scowled at her. "Okay, let's start with the basics."

Surprisingly, from that point onward Carol wasn't that bad. She gave you a lot of pointers that honestly proved helpful because you slowly started to improve. Granted, you were still bad, but you were better.

"Arms like this." She instructed and watched as you mimicked her shooting position. "Elbows a little higher." You did as she said but she smiled at the attempt and stepped behind you. You froze up a little when she put her hands over yours and lifted them up too to a position that felt more natural.

"You got it." She assured, speaking right next to your ear so you could feel her breath against your skin. Then she withdrew her soft hands from yours and backed away. You missed the contact immediately.

"Now shoot." She instructed. You missed.

Carol trained you after school pretty much every day after that. Your limbs always ached after those sessions, so much so you were tempted to cave and take Carol up on her offer of a back rub.

You found that some sports were actually kind of fun to play with Carol, whether it was the absence of the pressure you got in a full class of teenagers or just because you enjoyed the blonde's company, it wasn't all that bad.

You still couldn't find a sport you were good at, but you didn't really care. You wondered what would happen when you did. Would Carol coach you at it for a bit then abandon your sessions? They couldn't keep going forever. The pang you got in your chest was the reason you had been ignoring Carol weeks prior, you didn't want to feel that for her. You just couldn't help it.

"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." You recalled as Valkyrie wrote it down.

"I knew it was something like that." She waved off.

"Yeah you were really close with..." You glanced at her notes. "She gives me a boner." You laughed and put your face in your hand.

"That's the modern day translation!" Valkyrie exclaimed defensively.

"Please don't put that in your exam." You sighed as you flicked through your copy of Romeo and Juliet to find the next act.

"One sec." Valkyrie said as she looked down at her phone that was vibrating on the desk with a caller ID that you couldn't read.

"Hey, Captain." Valkyrie answered. You looked her way and back at your book quickly. There was more than one Captain in the school.

"I'm in the library studying." She continued and paused for the other voice to speak. "It's not that bad, a pretty girl's teaching me Romeo and Juliet." Valkyrie winked at you and you smiled weakly back, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Fucking jocks and their shameless flirtation.

"Yeah I'll be done soon, see you then." She said and hung up the phone before turning back to you.

"Are there any quotes about boners?" The minutes after that went by painstakingly slowly. It was only a one off tutoring session that you would get an extra credit for, but you could think of a million things you would rather be doing with your lunch break.

Valkyrie nodded past you at someone at the library entrance. You turned around out of instinct and saw Carol strolling towards your table, eyes focused on you.

"Thanks for this." Valkyrie said as she packed away her things. "If I pass the exam I'm gonna have to find some way to make it up to you." She smirked as her eyes trailed over your legs.

You glanced at Carol who looked far from pleased at Valkyrie's comment and couldn't help but smile because that is exactly what she sounded like to you sometimes.

"That's okay." You muttered as you tried to avoid her gaze and put your books back in your bag.

"Alright, but I'm having a party this weekend. You should come."

"I'm not really a party person." You laughed awkwardly, wanting the encounter to be over.

"You don't have to spend long at the party itself." Valkyrie shrugged as she took a bold step towards you. "You could always stay in my room-"

"She said no." Carol cut in. Her eyes bore into Valkyrie's with a look that said the conversation was over. Her stance was firm and her jaw was tightly locked as she glared at her team mate. Valkyrie frowned and looked back at you as you fiddled with your bag zip and avoided her eye, silently thanking Carol even if she had been a tad aggressive.

"Right, sorry." Valkyrie muttered before making her way past you. Carol gave you a small smile before turning to leave with her team mate. You were sure Wanda would have something to say about that.

It was a few days until you saw Carol again. She had texted you to briefly say she had practice after school and you didn't see her at lunch breaks either. It annoyed you to admit you missed her company.

With every second you spent with the jock your crush on her grew. You knew that any longer and you may just end up head over heals for her which would only end in heart break for you. But every time you saw the wisp of blonde hair, shine of brown eyes with her confident smile or even just that god damn varsity jacket, you didn't care about how it could end.

It was a Thursday when she texted you during lunch to ask if you wanted to practice after school. You replied a little too eagerly with a yes and continued listening to Wanda rant about something dumb Pietro had done.

A few hours later you held a bat in your hands and prepared for Carol to throw the ball your way. She wasn't very talkative that day, a rarity for the blonde. You wanted to ask if something was up with her but the concentrated look on her face made you not want to disrupt her train of thought.

"I'm sorry." She said suddenly.

"That's alright." You sighed as you watched the ball roll across the field. That was a particularly fast throw.

"About snapping in the library." Carol corrected. "I didn't mean to make it awkward." She said as she scratched the back or her neck then stretched her arm to throw again.

"You didn't." You assured honestly. "I was already uncomfortable." You huffed as you missed another throw from Carol even after trying to apply all her tips.

"Val can be quite persistent." Carol said, still not showing her smile.

"Just like someone else I know." You shrugged. Carol faltered at the obvious call out.

"Lets switch." She said quietly and handed you her glove as she took the bat from you. She explained to you the basics of her own throwing techniques and had a few recommendations on what she thought might work best for you.

"If you ever told me no, I'd back off." Carol said as put the bat up. You were thrown off by the sudden shift in conversation.

"I know you would have." You hoped Carol noticed your use of past tense. You had already decided that sex with her again would be too dangerous for you. God only knows what you would end up blurting out. You cringed at the thought of confessing your love for Carol as she fucked you.

Your eyes shifted to the track team that were doing their laps around another part of the field. They made it look as easy as always.

"You got eyes for one of them, y/n?" Carol asked in a voice that seemed more curious than teasing.

"Not my type." You muttered as you threw the ball weakly again.

"What is your type?" Carol asked, unable to mask her curiosity that time.

"I don't know." You huffed. The blonde looked at you expectantly, clearly hoping for something more. "And what's your type, Danvers?" You asked, successfully shifting the conversation when you saw a glint in Carol's eyes. Her smile returned.

"Eh, about (your height), (your eye colour) eyes, terrible at sport but really cute so it's dorky." Carol shrugged. Damn, that could almost be me. You glanced up at the blonde to throw again and saw her smirking at you.

"Someone should warn her." You joked in a feeble attempt to hide your disappointment that we swelling in the pit of your stomach.

"I just did." Wait... Carol's smirk grew as she watched the realization spread across your face. You blushed deeply and tried to fight off a smile.

"I don't think baseball's working either." You muttered.

"You know it's strange, I always thought you were going to become a jock." Pietro said thoughtfully before taking a bite of his apple.

"First of all how dare you and secondly what the hell gave you that idea?" You exclaimed. Wanda was giggling besides you while Carol gave you a look of faux offence.

"That's the highest compliment!" She argued.

"I second that." Natasha nodded.

"Do you remember Wanda's 14th birthday party?" Pietro asked.

"It's a treasured memory." You grinned at Wanda. "I kicked your ass at bowling." You recalled proudly.

"You kicked everyone's ass at it. Bowling's a sport isn't it?" Apparently word had spread about Carol's private lessons. You and the blonde had spent weeks going back and forth between different sports. Overall, you were still pretty crap but you had been lifted to a passing grade in the class. You kept meaning to tell Carol that, but you didn't want the lessons to end. You concluded that as long as she didn't ask, you wouldn't tell.

"I'd say so." Wanda shrugged but Carol and Natasha clearly had different opinions.

"Fuck no!"

"Please do not align that with us!" They erupted. You and Wanda started to laugh at their outraged expression, never knowing something to piss a jock off more.

The sound of the bell overhead was followed by a few groans from those around the table as you all packed up and left the table. At least it was a Friday. You wandered across the field on your usual route of going round the main buildings to avoid the crowded corridors, lost in your thoughts until someone jogged up besides you.

"Bowling, huh?" She inquired as she slowed down to a walk.

"It's been years." You said offhandedly.

"You got plans tomorrow?"

"Nope."

"We should go bowling, if you want to. Obviously just as part of your lessons." Carol offered as she looked ahead.

"I thought you said it isn't a sport." You eyed the blonde suspiciously with a smile.

"It isn't, but this I have to see."

"Okay." You nodded without much thought. Bowling with the jock did sound fun.

"I'll pick you up at 2."

"These shoes are ridiculous." Carol grumbled.

"American football shoulder pads are ridiculous but you don't hear me calling that out." You fired back.

"Oh, so that was meant at someone else?"

"Sure." You shrugged as you smiled at Carol's brightly coloured shoes. You went onto your lane and gleamed at the nostalgic sound of pins being knocked over and the bright spot lights across the lanes.

Carol put your names into the scoreboard tablet as you ran your hands over the bowling balls and frowned slightly as you realized you still had to use one of the smaller ones.

"Experts first." Carol motioned to the beginning of the lane with a small smirk and you smiled back at her excitedly and grabbed a ball.

"Just remember it's been a while!" You called back to the eagerly watching blonde. She hummed back. You brought the ball up to your chest to have a feel of the weight and glared at the pins, there had to be something you could impress Carol with. With a deep breath, you swung your arm back and forward to let the ball go, center down the lane and colliding with the painted targets. All but one knocked over and you couldn't help but throw tour hands up in the air in triumph.

"That was pretty good!" You declared as you turned back to Carol happily. She beamed back at you, giving you a smile that made her eyes squint and look absolutely adorable.

You grabbed the second ball and rolled it smoothly across the polished floor, successfully hitting the last pin. Carol strolled up after you, her hands hovering over the range in front of her and landing on one for someone with a bigger hand. You scoffed quietly, not believing the jock could hold it but she picked it up with ease.

You stood, wide eyed, watched as she sauntered over to the lane and swung her arm. The ball veered off to the side and took down a couple of pins that Carol glared at.

"Unlucky is all." She grumbled as she went to get another ball. This time when she threw it it fell into the dip along the side, it was hard to hide your amusement.

"That's just bullshit." Carol grumbled.

"Do you want me to put the sides up for you, Danvers? Or maybe I could ask someone for that ramp." You teased. She flipped you off and went to sit on the small sofa and watched you carefully.

You knocked most of the pins over on your next few goes while Carol got very little. You tried to give her a few tips but apparently her ego was too big to accept them, which meant you were winning marginally.

You spun around to face the blonde after knocking the last of your pins over but she wasn't on her spot on the sofa. You were about to get your phone out to text her but you spotted her sauntering back towards your area with a bowl of nachos. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Carol gave a dramatic huff as she spotted the scoreboard and beckoned you over to the small table by the sofas. "We'll start a new round after these." She said as she put them on the table. "I didn't poison them." She quipped when you didn't move.

"Sometimes I think you'd do anything to win." You replied as you sat down opposite her and took one of the nachos. In all honesty you weren't expecting Carol to get the snack, never mind to want to share it.

Carol flexed her right hand absent mindedly as she glanced around at over areas of the alley. "Your hand hurting?" You asked as you took another nacho with a lot of cheese on it.

"A little." She shrugged and lifted it up to look at the back of her mind. Without thinking, you put your hand and pressed it gently flat against hers. Not only were her fingers longer than yours but her palm was bigger too, even her wrist was thicker. It was only when you caught Carol's eye that you went to bring your hand away but she laced her fingers through yours and put them down on the table.

"Sorry, I was just curious." You blushed even though it was clear Carol didn't mind.

"Okay." She chuckled as she continued on the nachos. You finished the rest of the snack in silence with your hands still together until you leaned back and glanced at the lane again.

"Ready to have your ass kicked again?" You quipped.

"Don't get cocky, kid." Carol mused as she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Since when did you know Star Wars?" You asked in complete disbelief.

"I love Star Wars." Carol said casually. "And since always."

"I didn't take you for the type." You smiled as you tried to study the jock for any signs of a lie.

"That's just because you never asked." She shrugged and stood up, letting your hands slide apart. You missed the contact instantly but that didn't distract you enough from her words.

Of course you had never asked her something like that, Star Wars was the last thing you'd guess she would like. You knew there was always more to people than what they showered publicly, but Carol had always seemed like such an open book in every way. So hearing that she wasn't quite what you thought she was, even after the few months of knowing her better, simply made you impossibly more interested in the blonde. You stared at Carol in nothing short of awe, she was really something else.

"I've had enough of these shoes." She declared.

"You quitting on me Danvers?" You quipped but really your heart dropped at the thought she wanted to cut your outing short.

"I'm just thinking we could try our hand at a few other things, seeing as we're not doing sport anymore." She said as she nodded towards the arcade.

Your eyes lit up at all the games in the entrance as you found your competitiveness returning. You both returned your shoes and practically ran over to the arcade area with all its choices. You decided to head towards the air hockey first as you argued over whether or not it was a sport. Carol, of course, took the opposition.

Your reflexes weren't as good as hers but you liked to think you put up a good fight, even if you did curse under your breath every time the blonde scored. The screen above you both lit up to declare Carol's victory that she was very happy to celebrate, you watched as she danced around the table towards you in what could have been the dorkiest thing you had ever seen.

"You having fun there?" You laughed.

"So much fun." Carol grinned back and eyed her next target.

"Absolutely not!" You cried out when her eyes landed on the basketball. You took her by the hand and tried your best to ignore the electricity running up your arms at how perfectly her hand fit in yours and led her through the arcade. You came to a halt by a racing game and before you could even suggest the idea to Carol she was clambering into the seat and shoving the coins into the machine. You sat down next to her and did the same. You were both terrible. The controls were slightly broken and far too sensitive, making the cars on screen spin around when you tried to turn and never going straight.

"Piece of garbage!" Carol shouted at the screen as you passed the finish line by some miracle.

"Wanna go again?" You asked with a grin but the blonde was already jumping off the seat.

"Now this I have to win." Carol declared as she spotted the nearest shooting game. It was some kind of zombies in space crossover but you didn't much question that when you picked up the plastic gun.

"We work together on this, Danvers." You laughed.

"Count yourself lucky then." Carol said as she aimed her gun at the screen as the game started.

"The fact that you didn't know how it works doesn't make me all that confident in you." You pointed out as you started firing at the horde of zombies. You didn't see one that was charging at you from the left but Carol shot it down before it reached you.

"You're welcome." She smirked then shot some more on your right. "Come on, y/n I'm doing all the work here."

"Fuck yourself, Danvers." You fired back as you tried to reload your gun.

"Fuck me yourself you coward." She challenged. Your mouth went dry but you started to laugh. She didn't make the comment with her usual smirk and suggestive tone, instead it seemed like a genuine joke that you didn't get anxious about.

"That would be a first." You quipped with a smile. You managed to take the last few zombies.

"It really would be, I am a virgin after all." She said casually and you dropped your gun. "Oh shit, here we go!" Carol laughed as the zombie boss made its dramatic entrance.

"Wait what?" You stammered as you looked between Carol and the screen while trying to get a grip on the plastic gun.

"What? No one's ever fucked me. I fuck girls, they don't fuck me back." She shrugged simply and started rapid firing at the boss.

"Maybe you should stop being exclusive to pillow princesses." You joked in a feeble attempt to mask your surprise.

"Maybe, it's not just that." She started. It confused you that she could say something so out of character while keeping most of her attention on the screen. "I don't trust any of them. I don't know, it's just, when it comes down to it, I freak out." Carol tried to explain but seemed to struggle.

"Damn." She sighed when the screen presented 'Game Over' in an overtly bloody text. You wandered away from the booth as you thought about what Carol said. She had a content smile on her face as she looked around and you figured the conversation was over.

"I love these." You told the blonde when you came across a Wac A Mole machine. You put the coins in and lifted up the rubber mallet as you kept your eyes on the board. The first one sprung up in front of you and Carol announced its presence with a cry.

"Thank you, Danvers." You smiled after hitting the figure.

"There!" She pointed to the next one, and the next one until you shouldered her out the way, not expecting her to actual wander off. When the game was over you grinned in triumph and looked to Carol for her praise but she wasn't near by. With a frown, you ventured around the arcade and found the jock hunched over a claw machine.

"These things eat you money, you know?" You half joked but to your surprise Carol dropped a small teddy bear into the box.

"And how long did that take you?" You teased as she picked it up.

"Its for you." You ran your thumb over the left paw that had a heart over it and smiled back at the jock who kept surprising you.

"Thank you, Carol." She nodded and the pair of you started to walk out the arcade and main building. Much to your surprise it was starting to get dark and there were few cars in the car park. You guessed the place would be closing soon but you hadn't realized you had been there so long. Time always seemed to fly by with Carol.

"How long were we even..." You started to laugh lightly until you turned to Carol and realized how close together you were. Your breath hitched when your eyes locked with her own that seemed to be looking back at you with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Can I kiss you?" You whispered gently. You licked your lips and nodded slowly.

Her other hand rested on your cheek as her thumb caressed the smooth skin slightly and finally closed the distance entirely.

You had kissed Carol before, but never like that. It was slow and longing and gentle and you reciprocated in an instant, matching the rhythm she set. You brought you hands up to Carol's neck and cherished the moment of feeling connected to her in the way you had been craving before you pulled apart.

"It's only our second date, Danvers." You couldn't help but quip, not knowing what to say in such an unfamiliar scenario.

"Well this second date has taken a lot of work to get." Carol pointed out and you laughed as you continued to hold her close.

"I was scared." You admitted.

"You don't have to be scared with me." Carol assured gently.

"You mean it? You really..."

"I really love you." She confirmed.

"That's lucky for me, because I love you too." You smiled and brought Carol in for another kiss that she happily encouraged.

"So... more dates?" Carol asked with a laugh, clearly not all that familiar with the procedure either. You would work it out quickly.

"Yeah Carol." You chuckled.

"That I still have to work hard for?" She half joked.

"Not if we're girlfriends." The blonde laughed more at that.

"I'm glad to hear I've upgraded from just your favourite jock.

"You're always going to be my favourite jock too." You assured and kissed Carol once more.

Carol kissed a path down your stomach and smiled against your skin as she felt you shiver. Even after weeks of dating you still weren't used to her kisses, especially not across your more sensitive areas of skin.

"I got you." She whispered as she hooked her fingers over your pajama bottoms and panties and pulled them down together, kissing the newly found skin. You shivered more as her breath ghosted over your clit making you whine and buck your hips up. Carol smiled at your reaction and leaned down not before whispering "God, you're beautiful.

She wrapped her full lips around your clit and reveled in the moan that spilled from your lips. Her tongue dipped between your folds and she moaned at the sweet taste that invaded her taste buds.

You wrapped your hands in Carol's long blonde hair to bring her closer but she pulled away with a smirk. Before you could whine in protest she pulled her own trousers down to reveal a strap you hadn't seen before. It was different in shape and colour but the most noticeable different was the absence of the harness. You moaned softly at the realization it was anchored inside her.

"I want to feel it with you." Carol said as she lowered herself back towards you and placed her hands either side of your head and kissed your neck.

"Are you sure?" You asked tentatively. It would be the first time Carol had been on the receiving end to such a level. The most you had done was go down on her a few times.

"Yes, I trust you. I love you." She grinned and lined the strap up with your entrance.

"I love you too." You had really started to enjoy saying that to her.

You moaned breathlessly as Carol inched the strap into you carefully and kissed along your jaw more. She moaned with you when she bottomed out and felt the strap dig deeper into her. Her hips twitched as she took a moment to gather her own composure and held your hands above your head, your fingers intertwined.

"I got you." You assured back to her as she started to pull out and push back in. Carol moaned loudly in response and held you closer to her as she started to build up a rhythm, your thigh slapping together.

You moaned in sync as the strap pleasured you both more and more. You wrapped your legs tightly around your girlfriend's waist to push the strap deeper inside you both.

You shuddered every time Carol's skin met yours. Carol started thrusting the toy faster and harder as she chased her own release.

"It's so good!" You cried out. You both struggled to form words, only managing breathless moans as the strap pressed firmly against your g-spots in sync.

"Me too, fuck, please Carol. Cum with me." You pleaded and gave a strangled moan. Carol shuddered and moaned louder than you had ever heard as she came undone at the same time as you.

"Y/n." Your girlfriend shuddered and started to grind her hips against yours as she rode out her high with you.

"It's okay, I got you." You said as you held onto Carol's bare back. You held her close to you as she breathed heavily against your neck, the irregular patterns starting to even out. She was still shaking so you planted soft kissed across the patches of her face that weren't hidden in your neck as you stroked her hair, a content smile on your lips.

She adjusted herself slightly and the pair of you moaned softly when she eased the toy out and put it on the floor. "I'll clean it later." She whispered, eyes closed, before you could say anything.

"Okay." You chuckled and brought her closer to you. You wrapped your arms around one another as your legs tangled together under the sheets.

Carol's soft breath caressed your skin as you stroked her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. A faint smile played across her lips at the action, confirming that she was just as happy as you were.

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aliteama · 3 years

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Hi!! Can I request Aki having a girlfriend that's also a devil hunter? Reader is like an older sister to Power and Denji and reader is sweet and super loving

✧Fic✧

Hayakawa Aki

✧ Warnings: Slight spoilers, mention of blood

✧ “I have a new addition to your unit, I can only hope you get along.”

Folding over the dark tie and smoothening the white button up Aki appeared from behind you with your jacket in hand, slipping it over your shoulders before pressing a tender kiss to your check and tucking away loose strands of hair. Brushing his bangs to the side you smiled up at him, eyes wide and hopeful to ease his jumbled nerves. With Makimas sudden announcement of a new troublemaker to look over Aki had stayed up all night pacing around your shared apartment and methodically cleaning to distract himself from the dreaded moment.

Standing tall by his side you smiled over at the hunched boy examining your boyfriend, his shirt was messy and hair dirty yet he seemed to feel comfortable even with all the tension in the air. His tired eyes searched Akis face before they slid over to you, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth before sending you a shy wave. During introductions he seemed to be drowning out the noise, only perking up when he found out he wouldn’t be working with Makima and causing a fuss to show his discontent.

“Hey Sir. Does Makima have a boyfriend?” shuffling through bustling streets Denji trudged behind you, his hand unconsciously grabbing at your jacket as to not get lost in the crowd “Hey, tell me” tugging on you he rolled his eyes at Akis silence before picking up his pace.

“C’mere.”

“Hey!”

Following the two into a dark alley you sighed deeply and pressed a cold hand to your cheek the moment Akis fist met Denjis face, blood spewing out his mouth and trickling onto the pavement. Pulling the boy into a headlock Aki tossed him onto the ground as if he were trash before pulling a cigarette out of a freshly bought packet, “You should quit. If you show up tomorrow I’ll give you another thrashing.” taking a drag he tossed it onto Denjis chest before puckering his lips and letting a glob of spit fall onto him to burn out the cigar.

“Ok Aki you let your steam out now apologize.” Reaching a hand out to help pull Denji to his feet he rushed over to his senior before kneeing him in the crotch, a symphony of coughs leaving Akis lips while laughter left yours.

Jumping back to his feet Aki tried to knock him down once more before Denji extended his leg and sent another hit to his crotch, after roughhousing in that alley for what felt like hours you had finally pulled the battered boys away from each other and threw Aki over your shoulder to escort them back to the offices.

“A testicle devil attacked his balls.”

“That’s a lie... he made that up..”

“So what do you think y/n? Can you all get along?”

Ignoring the protesting groans, you smiled at Makimas pleased expression, “Most definitely!”

After a little explanation about Denjis special case the three of you had finally settled back into your apartment, you and Aki eager to change out of the stuffy suits while the excitable boy rummaged around the kitchen and made himself at home while also making a mess of the once clean apartment. Over the next few days it seemed Akis agitation towards Denji only grew, starting with the long baths, falling asleep on the toilet, messy eating, and the mental list went on and on. The built up frustration had finally released when Denji refused to use his devil power on an unsuspecting fiend who had caused the east nerima residence to go on lockdown.

“When I use my devil powers... it looks super painful. Like uuhhh I could’ve ended up a fiend! So I guess... I wanted to give the poor guy a painless death..?”

“Listen up. Fiends are bona fide devils too. A devil hunter shouldn’t sympathize with devils. My entire family was killed by a devil right before my eyes.” Shoving a shaky palm into his face Aki lectured the shocked boy who looked to you for help, his hands placid by his side and eyes gloomy.

“I think it’s nice you’d be friends with fiends Denji”

“Nice..?”

“Yea! But I’m sure you had a different motive”

“Well the truth is, I just didn’t wanna get blood on these dirty magazines”

Flipping through the pile he shuddered under your gaze, gears in his mind turning to pick at the correct words to say, “Your pretty interesting Denji”

“Melons! I know what I want now!”

Laughing at his statement you bent down to help collect the magazines he was gathering, “You want melons?” bringing a hand to his head and ruffling dirty blonde hair he melted into your touch with a dopey grin on his face “I think we’ll be good friends Denji”

“Friends?”

“Hey! Pay attention you idiot!”

With a heavy head he gripped onto your jacket again much to Akis dismay, eyes ghosting over Makimas figure before standing at attention, “I'm pairing you up with a buddy starting today but be careful she's a fiend”

“Hey Hey Hey! Grovel human, names Power!” with a half tucked in shirt and rolled up the loud girl made her way over to you with sharp teeth bared, “Hello Power, did you miss me?”

Shaking her head and bumping dull horns into your cheek she denied your accusation, “Never!” contradicting herself by wrapping around your waist Power brought your hand to her head with gleaming eyes, “Pet me!”

“Stop touching that dirty fiend!”

“Your just jealous because she's so cute Aki”

“Jealous? Yea right.”

Straightening out Powers jacket you pushed her hair out of the collar and rolled up the sleeves, “I need you to be good and go on a mission with Denji ok? Then you can come stay with me and Aki!”

“I never agreed to that! We already have one problem at the apartment, we don’t need another one!”

Eating his words sure enough Aki was the one to open the apartment door and prepare dinner for everyone, his eyebrows furrowed while he watched you braid Powers hair at table while Denji buried his face into your side.

“Do you need help cooking Aki?” rising from your spot you made your way into the kitchen to pick through ingredients, “Power doesn't like vegetables”

Picking up the plates and placing them in front of the waiting teens Aki stepped back behind the counter to serve you, “I don’t care what she likes and doesn’t like.”

“I HATE Vegetables! Begone!”

“I told you dear”

“Don’t throw vegetables!”

Reaching over to swipe at Akis plate he sighed, “It’s like having snotty kids running around” laughing at his statement you shoved a carrot into your mouth before collecting the dishes “I think it’ll be fun with them around!”

“I’m the type who seldom bathes and flushes!”

Rolling over in bed Aki tugged at his hair, it all felt like some terrible nightmare he couldn’t wait to wake up from. The constant screaming and clinging to you agitated him to no end especially that devil Denji who ate up all your attention.

“You're too nice to them, you know.”

“Their not that bad, just a little loud and over excited”

Pulling you further under the blankets he sighed deeply, fingers searching to find yours before interlacing and bringing your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Your still too nice”

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elijahs-wife · 4 years

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Sick Day

Requested by @hellotvshowtrash: “Hi I just really love your Elijah fics. Can you do on that’s about Elijah taking care of the reader after an injury or while they’re sick?” I’M SORRY THIS TOOK AAAGES TO POST! Life has been kinda nuts lately and it was hard to find motivation and time to write. I’m not 100% happy with this but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

Like/reblog if you liked reading this and want to see more from me!

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1810+

Warnings: none that I can think of

The harsh noon sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, burning against Y/N’s eyelids and disturbing her sleep. She stirred awake, blinking a few times to clear her sleep-fogged vision, while the headache from last night returned, only this time it was magnified and coupled with a runny nose and a sore throat. Touching a hand to her forehead, her suspicions were confirmed – she was running a fever as well. There was no air conditioning in her room, one of many testaments as to why the rent was so cheap, and it was far too hot to go back to sleep. Flinging the covers off of her, she slowly and reluctantly rolled out of bed, and reached for her phone on the nightstand. Crap, it’s almost 12.30, she thought as she noted the time on the screen, but she definitely didn’t have the energy to care too much. Besides, it was a Saturday, so at least she didn’t have to go to work. Rummaging through the drawer below, she discovered that she was clean out of Advil. Perfect.

She shuffled into the living room in her pyjamas, immediately slumping onto the couch. It was extremely old and had come with the apartment, but its age had made it soft and comfortable. After fumbling around between the cushions for the TV remote, she switched it on and found a channel playing a Harry Potter marathon. The pain in her head was as though someone was repeatedly banging her head against the wall, not to mention the constant sniffling and the feeling of having blades in her throat every time she swallowed. Well, if I have to die today, at least I’ll get to see Malfoy get punched in the face one last time, she thought, laughing to herself. Taking a proper look at her phone for the first time, she saw 3 missed calls and a few texts from Elijah and remembered that she was supposed to be at the compound right now, spending time with him like they had planned. Obviously, that wasn’t going to work out now. She started dialing his number to explain her absence, when she heard the slow click of the front door opening. Instinctively, she grabbed the first thing she saw as a weapon and shrunk into the couch in an attempt to hide – she wasn’t an expert with hand-to-hand combat and rushing in guns ablaze would certainly result in injury. However, a more than familiar voice called out her name. “Y/N?”

“Elijah?” she exclaimed, sitting up to look at him properly. His face, clouded by worry, did a double take when he saw her. “Might I ask why you were crouched on the sofa holding a candlestick?” he asked, utterly bewildered. “Well, I thought you were an intruder! You didn’t exactly make yourself known”, she grumbled, still disoriented by his sudden appearance at her place. Elijah tried and failed to stifle a laugh. “You thought a candlestick would be your best weapon against an intruder?” She shot him a dirty look. “Don’t snark me. I’m too sick to snark you back”, she sighed, laying her head back. In a second, he was beside her, taking in her haggard appearance – reddened nose and tired, glassy eyes. “Baby, you look exhausted”, he murmured while cupping her face gently, the concern obvious in his voice. Y/N melted against his touch; his silky voice so soothing that she could have sworn the headache faded for a moment. She then spotted the large plastic bags at his feet. “What’s in the bags?” she questioned, gesturing at them.

“Well, it’s all for you”, he replied, pulling them up to show her. “I wasn’t sure what medicines you had lying around so I bought a bit of everything: NyQuil, cough drops, ibuprofen for the headache. And I took the liberty of buying some groceries. You’re sick, and I’m going to take care of you”, he declared almost smugly. She was beyond confused now. “How could you even know I was sick? I literally woke up fifteen minutes ago, I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet,” she admitted, immediately regretting her outburst of truth. His expression remained amused as he replied, “You were supposed to meet me two hours ago, but you never showed, so naturally, I was a little worried. I came here and compelled your landlord to let me in. You were fast asleep, of course, but when I saw that you had a fever, I thought I would stay here to look after you till you got better.” His voice softened towards the end of his sentence.

“You know, some people would find that creepy. I, for one, find it extremely normal”, she mused sarcastically, to which he simply rolled his eyes before giving her a playful kiss on the nose. “Oh God,” she groaned, covering her face with a couch cushion, “It is too early on in our relationship for you to see me looking this gross”, she said, her already nasal voice muffled through the thick layers of fabric. He burst out laughing, and gently removed the cushion from her face. “My love, I’ve been alive for over a millennium. Nothing that I see today could be ‘gross’ to me. Now”, he said, pulling back her hair and securing it in a ponytail with the scrunchie that was on her arm, “why don’t you go and brush your teeth while I make you something to eat?”

The way that the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at her was so adorable, she couldn’t help but smile back. Elijah had always been kind to her, even before they started dating, but ever since they did he had been nothing short of perfect – sweet and caring, and unfailingly loyal, always willing to go above and beyond to make her happy although his mere presence was enough. That’s just the kind of person he was. “Alright”, she replied, forcing herself up and trudging her way to the bathroom to freshen up.

Elijah heard her leaving the bathroom, the soles of her fuzzy slippers shuffling against the wooden floorboards. She pulled her fluffy robe tighter around her body to help with the chills, while a familiar, comforting smell drifted through the air. Although she was hungry, Y/N headed straight for the bag of medicines on the counter to find the Advil – her head was still throbbing, and she desperately needed some relief. It wasn’t easy to find, given that he had evidently bought the entire pharmacy and fit it all in one bag. After finally finding it, she noticed that Elijah had already put out a glass of water for her and glanced at him in silent appreciation. Clearly, his thoughtfulness knew no bounds. Looking around the tiny kitchen, she saw a large pot on the stove that he stirred from time to time. After gulping down a pill with a swig of water, she plodded back to the sofa and sat lengthways, taking up more than half the space to get comfortable while waiting for the painkiller to take effect. “So, what’s on the menu today, Chef Elijah?” she teased.

He scoffed humorously, “Making packeted soup hardly makes me a chef, Y/N. But, when you are feeling well again, I will gladly demonstrate my skills in the kitchen.” She watched him work over the back of the couch, appreciating the view of his arms in rolled up sleeves. “Can we get ice cream later?” she piped up hopefully, a sudden hankering for it coming over her. He looked at her sternly. “Ice cream will only aggravate your symptoms”, he said firmly. “Perhaps later.” She pouted at him and turned away in a huff as he gave the pot a final stir before switching off the gas. “The soup is now done”, he announced, already ladling some into a bowl and bringing it to her. She took it gratefully – the last meal she had had was yesterday’s dinner, and that was many hours ago. The first spoonful felt like heaven: rich, savory, and hot, it numbed the pain in her throat, at least temporarily.

For a while, they quietly sat in front of the TV while she ate, watching the movie, his arm loosely wrapped around her shoulders. Setting the empty bowl aside when she was done, she blew her nose unceremoniously into a tissue. “Sorry", she muttered with a grimace, her physical discomfort far overshadowing the desire for self-preservation. “There’s nothing to be sorry about”, he said, gently stroking her hair, “but clearly it’s time for more medicine.” He stood up and was back in less than a second with all the medicines he had bought and a large glass of water. He examined all the boxes closely, making sure to read all the fine print, deciding which ones to administer. Even in her poorly state, she couldn't help the amused giggle escaping her lips as she watched him hunched over, reading intently.

“Something amusing?” he asked dryly, not looking away from the bottle of cough syrup in his hands. She shook her head silently, trying to suppress her laughter which immediately faded when she saw the assortment of capsules and pills that he handed her. Examining and identifying them herself, she decided that they would all help her symptoms. So even though it was the last thing she felt like doing, she swallowed all of them, finishing off the glass of water. “More water?” he asked. She shook her head, starting to cough in short painful bursts. He tried rubbing her back gently, which only helped a little. “My throat hurts really bad, Elijah.” Grateful that he had read a few articles online about food for flu patients while at the pharmacy, he rushed to the fridge and back, holding out a yogurt.

She looked at the carton with a quizzically raised brow. “It’s supposed to soothe the throat”, Elijah explained. “It’s cold so it will calm your throat, and healthy for you. Full of good bacteria.” He stared expectantly, waiting for her to eat it. “I don’t see why I couldn’t have just had ice cream”, she complained, digging her spoon into the plastic cup with contempt before eating it. He was right though; it did calm her throat down. Laughing gently, he pulled himself closer to her, wrapping his arm around her a little tighter. She relaxed against him, leaning her head and shoulders on his chest. “Thank you”, she said, her voice coming out smaller than she had intended. “For taking care of me.” Y/N felt him smile above her. “Well, I had to. I’m kind of in love with you”, he said, his feigned nonchalance making her giggle while she pulled away to look up at him.

“I’m kind of in love with you too.”

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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just a very tipsy bit of June and Dante bonding because idk if it’s clear how much I fucking love their relationship :’) look, it’s something actually sfw this time!! :D :D :D

“Dante...” June’s voice was only vaguely slurred, in the way of one well in practice being inebriated. “Fuck, marry, kill-”

“Kill.”

“That’s not how it goes!”

“Myself. I haven’t been this bored since the Signs movie night.”

“Shut up, play the stupid fucking game. It’s better than sitting here.”

Dante rolled his eyes, admiring the way the whole room wavered as he did so. “Okay. Who?”

“Beethoven-”

“How old do you think I am?”

June narrowed their eyes. After one long moment, they obviously decided thinking in this state was too much work, so they just shrugged their narrow shoulders with a noncommittal grunt.

“Nice to know you care so much,” Dante grumbled. “One hundred and sixty three this year. Now you know.”

June made a noise half way between a cat coughing up a hairball, a snicker, and a giggle. Dante decided hazily to call it a snicker; he liked his head attached to his neck. “You’ve aged well,” they managed to get out after a moment.

“Wish I could say the same,” Dante said pleasantly.

“Oh, fuck off. The amount of times I get mistaken for a fucking prepubescent-”

“Until they see your face.” Dante laughed, a bit too loud for the enclosed space. He remembered the poor mortal woman the other day, who had asked June where “her” parents were, until June had turned around with their face of cutting sharp angles and ire and the woman had almost fainted on the spot.

“Fuck off,” June repeated darkly. They drained their wine glass for the....... 14th time tonight? Dante looked at the multitude of empty bottles on the floor. They’d gone through five. Six? Given it took two to get a single demon tipsy, it wasn’t that bad. That.

Dante couldn’t remember the last time he’d let himself go this far. A bit of a buzz, yeah. Not the-world-looking-vaguely-alive-and-also-kind-of-sparkly-in-a-way gone. He had responsibilities. People to look after. A reputation to uphold. But now Jesse and Vrox were safely in Hell, the rest of the pack, too. No strays running around causing trouble. A night of peace. Weight off his shoulders. It was... nice.

“Funny,” he said.

“What’s?” June didn’t look up from their wine glass, tilting it so the remaining drops glinted like rubies in the dull light through the windows.

“Think I’ve forgotten how to relax,” he admitted.

“Doesn’t fucking surprise me. You’re not a soldier anymore, Dante. I don’t think you’ve got that through your thick skull yet.”

“Yeah, and who’s fault is that?”

“You almost got yourself killed-”

“Aw, you do care.”

“- and left me with ruling over the Kennels, alone? Get fucked. Never happening. I will drag you out of a warzone myself.”

“You did. Literally. Drag me”

“Damn fucking right I did.” June tossed their glass aside - getting a few flecks of darker red on the couch - and grabbed the remaining bottle, forgoing the glassful now in favour of drinking straight from the bottle.

“Do you know what it feels like to be hellgated when you’re not ready to be hellgated?”

“Y-”

“It’s not a great feeling.”

“What are you, an infant?”

Dante snorted. “A one hundred and sixty three year old infant...”

“Alric,” they both said at the same time, which caused a chorus of uninhibited laughter, even and especially if the subject matter involved a 13 year old hellhound who died via cult and who now routinely ate people.

“You know what?” June said suddenly, breaking off their laughter. “Are you ready now?”

Dante struggled to remember what they’d just been talking about. “What?” he said, a bit apologetically.

“Useless.” June flicked wine in his general direction, missing by a few metres and splattering more red on the carpet. Their lounge was beginning to look like a sweet-sour crime scene. “Are you ready to be hellgated?”

“Not... really...”

“Fantastic!”

Before he could process the level of sarcasm dripping off that one word, June had sprung up, staggered only a little to find their balance, grabbed his hand and dragged him forward - into pure darkness.

Dante didn’t like hellgating. Having to do it every day for one hundred and thirty four years straight didn’t make him any fonder of it. It reminded him of dying all over again, all sensation except a faint sense of consciousness flooding away - because that was exactly what was happening. At the end, his physical self re-formed around his consciousness - or what was left of his soul, he didn't know. He was grateful for one thing, and that was that he was a demon. This was natural to him. If he was mortal... well, it would take a lot of skill and care from whatever demon was with him to re-form him afterward. And while June was definitely skilled, they were always running a little low on care.

The moment in the consuming, absolute darkness could have lasted a second or a year for all Dante knew, but when it did end, it gave way to a hillside dotted with a few flowering weeds, sloping into a pine forest. The cold air instantly shocked more alertness into Dante’s brain.

What was more surprising than the sudden change of scenery, or that June had willingly elected to go outside, was that Dante recognized it.

“Is this-?”

“Where we first met?” June was fastidiously adjusting the cuffs of their dress shirt. Their waistcoat was also decidedly slanted. “Yes.”

Alarm show down Dante’s spine. “June, are you - okay? Being here? I know-”

“Don’t you fucking dare try and mother me, Diệu,” June said through clenched teeth, without even looking at him.

Dante winced. “Don’t call me that, chết tiệt. That name is dead.”

“Like the rest of the past, yes? I’m fine.”

“Alright, alright.” He held up his hands as a peace offering and looked around. He could see glimpsed flecks of buttery yellow lights between the trees below, a few brave fireflies spiraled out into the open. One seemed to like June’s shiny dark hair, following them as they sank down onto the grass. He hesitated, but followed suit.

“Did I ever thank you for that?” June asked.

He glanced at them. They still weren’t looking at him, instead staring into the fringe of dark trees.

“No,” he said truthfully. He had never expected, wanted, or received any gratitude from them.

“Good.”

Dante smiled and leaned into them playfully, making them hiss and swipe at him with their nails, the blow going wide. Not on purpose. Absolutely not.

“How much do you remember?” he asked.

For once, they didn’t comment on his gentle tone. Their eyes grew a bit distant, lost in the past that was not as far gone as either of them liked to admit.

“Not very much, after...”

They didn’t finish. They didn’t have to.

Dante shrugged off his jacket. It was made of heavy, thick, green fabric, leftover from the Vietnam war. It was one of the few he hadn’t participated in, but the jacket had belonged to a friend of his who didn’t need it anymore. He started to drape it over June, but they recoiled with a hiss.

“Don’t be a jerk,” Dante said impatiently. “You’re shivering. Take it.” He wrapped it around them none too gently, clamping it shut with his hands for a moment so they didn’t try to shake it off.

June’s frosty stare turned into a glare, and Dante couldn’t help but start laughing: they were so small and the jacket was so big it was like a tent on them, and with just their face poking out from the collar, they looked like that alien from the movie Jesse liked... E.T. But angrier.

“Get,” June said, very delicately, “your hands off me.”

Dante obliged, and his guess proved right, as after their initial hate mode wore off, June kept the jacket on, though they did pull it down off their head and put their arms in so they looked more respectable.

“Are you happy now, mother?” June grumbled.

“Much,” Dante said with a smile, reaching over to ruffle up their hair. The firefly spiraled wildly away, and this time, June’s swipe connected. He didn’t mind.

“I don’t know why I interact with you,” June sad, still grumbling, as they fished their cigarette packet out of their pocket. Dante frowned at it, but June pointedly ignored him. “Got a light?”

“No.”

“Dante,” June said, mock-patient tone undermined by their snapping fingers. “I know you always carry a lighter. Give it to me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I will say it again.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I’ll get you in a headlock.”

“Di-”

“Shit, fine! It’s in the second pocket down in the jacket.

June lit their cigarette like the happy little nicotine gremlin they were and tossed the lighter back to Dante. They took a long draw, the tip burning like a red firefly, and exhaled grey into the cold air.

Silence fell. A breeze tried its best to raise goosebumps on Dante’s arms, but he ignored it. The rustling in the trees, the beating of tiny wings, and the crackle of June’s cigarette were the only sounds.

“I do remember you,” June said, quietly. “You were in your hound shape. Your eyes were red. They lit up the entire clearing. But I wasn’t afraid. You smelled like... home. A home I’d never known about.”

Dante looked at them. In the light of the crescent moon drifting through the clouds and the aftermath of six bottles of red wine, the hard lines of their face seemed to have softened a bit, their mouth holding what could have been a smile.

“I know that home now,” June added. “It smells like shit and most of it is on fire. Not what I expected.”

Dante laughed. “Was I what you expected?”

“Only when you give me a light and buy me dinner,” they said with a grin.

“Guess I have to do that, then.” He inched closer to nudge them with his elbow, but he didn’t move again, and after a stiff minute, June put their head on his shoulder.

Grudgingly.

He’d take it.

#June #Dante #my OCs #my writing #Dante was 28 when he died #in case anybody's wondering #he still looks 28 #also NO DANTE.#I AM NOT. LEARNING. VIETNAMESE FOR YOU.#NOT NOW #OKAY.#NO.#sorry for typos #y'all know I suck!!!#god i fuckin hate math

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Timid Mini Scenario | Sweets

Companion piece to Timid, set in the 2 months before they got the call about the cafe. Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: fluff, Hybrid!AU Words: not drabble length (2.8k+) Warnings: none Notes: As promised, one of the ‘drabbles’ I’m doing to fill in a little more of Jimin and the MC’s time together in Timid before the cafe is fixed and all that follows. Apparently I don’t know what a drabble is because this is entirely too long. I am writing another one that will come after this sometime soon (titled Uno, probably the same length).

Jimin accidentally eats all of your favourite cookies in the middle of the night and spends the entirety of the next day trying to keep it a secret.

Masterlist || Original oneshot. Timid | Companion short. Uno

The air was cool against the skin that was exposed where he lay in the bed, slowly causing him to wake more and more until he was blinking blearily, the dark ceiling greeting his sleepy eyes. The room was still cast in shadows, and it couldn’t have been any later than 1 or so in the morning. Why was he awake? Jimin sat up slowly, rubbing his face and yawning noticing his mouth was quite dry. He had no idea why he was awake, but since he was he may as well go and get a glass of water.

Coordinating his tired limbs to remove from the blanket was harder than he’d thought, and he would have fallen on his face had his arm not shot out to grip the bed post. He let out a soft breath, feeling his tail twitch behind him. He stood slowly, adjusting the waistband of his pants around his tail to a more comfortable position as he did so.

He had better luck navigating his way to the kitchen in the dark, eyes having eventually adjusted. If his silly human owne—housemate could do it in the dark, with her significantly weaker eyesight, then he could too. He tried to push the fact that he’d nearly thought of the woman as his owner from his mind and instead focused on reaching the kitchen and getting some water. He didn’t want to trip and wake her up, because then he’d probably have to explain why he was awake at such an ungodly hour and he didn’t even know why himself.

The kitchen was obviously a wider space than the hallway, so he had much less difficulty moving about in the dark. He still turned the light on in case, though. He was still half asleep and couldn’t account for his coordination skills right now.

He located a glass easily and filled it up, the cool liquid doing wonders for his dry mouth. He could feel his ears and tail moving happily. He finished the glass quickly and filled it up halfway, downing that in no time as well. Having gotten what he came for, he was about turn and leave when he sniffed out of habit and a the most appealing, delectable smell touched his senses. He froze in place, sniffing once more. That smelt amazing. He could feel his mouth beginning to water slightly. What was that?

He followed his nose to the pantry, sniffing once more to be sure it was in there before opening the doors as quietly as he could. They let out a tiny squeak in protest, but Jimin knew that you slept like the dead and although the sound of him crashing into a wall might have woken you, the tiniest squeak from a door on the other side of the house wasn’t going to.

Eyes searching the cupboard for the source of that delicious smell, they quickly located a box to the left on the very top shelf. His gasped softly. The cookies you had brought home yesterday! The ones you’d claimed to be your absolute favourite. How had he not smelt them before? Surely he would have noticed an aroma as appealing as this.

The longer he stood there taking in their scent, the more he longed for them. Surely it couldn’t hurt just to have a few? He knew you wouldn’t mind, you’d said everything here was his as much as it was yours. You actually encouraged him to take some things without asking every time, like when you’d made popcorn for a movie you were both watching and he kept asking each time before he took another handful. The thought made him smile. He was pretty sure you would support anything that made him happy, and these cookies… he was certain that even a couple of these cookies would make him very happy.

And so he decided, as he reached and brought the box down from the shelf, he was going to have a few, and then he was going to go to bed.

The box opened easily, and so did the plastic packet within. It wasn’t long before the first cookie was in his grasp and on its way to his eagerly awaiting mouth. The second the cookie hit his tastebuds he nearly cried. It was delicious, he’d never tasted anything like it. Usually he would take his time and nibble and savour his food, but he couldn’t help himself this time as he continued eating and the cookie disappeared within seconds. Licking the remaining crumbs from his lips, he reached for another one. Just a couple, then he would go to bed.

What felt like only a couple of cookies later he looked down and, to his absolute horror, found the box completely empty. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How had this happened?! He’d only had a few…

Directing his gaze down at his shirt he found it absolutely covered with the evidence of him scarfing down all the cookies, crumbs littering the chest area and collar of his t-shirt. A swipe of his tongue over his lips and a brush of his finger against his cheek found his face to be in a similar state. He felt ashamed. What had happened to his self control? They were just so delicious, he thought he’d been moderating how many he had, but in reality he’d just been scarfing them down without even realising. He was a mess.

Suddenly he realised the gravity of his situation. He’d just eaten the entire (and only) box of your favourite cookies! In the middle of the night no less! How was he supposed to explain this to you? Sure, he knew you’d be okay with him having a couple of the cookies, but all of them? At once? When you hadn’t even had a chance to have any yourself? He didn’t want to think about how you could possibly react to this.

A small part of him knew he was being irrational, knew that you truly wouldn’t mind that he’d had them all, but Jimin felt like he was in the middle of a crisis. He did not want to jeopardise how you felt about him in any way. What if you hated him after this? No, he took that back. He didn’t think you were capable of hate. What if you really dislikes him after this?

Panicking, he did the only thing he could think of and shoved the box and all the incriminating evidence deep, deep, deep into the kitchen bin, throwing some other things on top for good measure. He was going to bed, and he was going to sleep, and tomorrow he would absolutely not mention that he ate the entire box of your favourite cookies in the middle of the night.

. . . . . .

When you awoke the next morning, it was feeling refreshed. You hadn’t had a night’s sleep that good and restful in a long time. Stretching your limbs languidly, you let out a happy, satisfied sigh and slipped out of the bed. The floor was cool beneath your feet and you were thankful you wore socks as you made your way out of the bedroom into the kitchen.

The first thing you noticed was that Jimin wasn’t up yet, which was a little strange. He was usually up before you. You shrugged it off, however. Perhaps he was just enjoying an extra hour or so of sleep.

The second thing you noticed was that the bin was slightly overflowing. You stared at it a second. Huh. Well, you reasoned, you hadn’t exactly taken it out in a while, so it wasn’t really surprising. You’d have to take it out today.

Starting to hum a little, you went about the usual routine, turning the kettle on and moving to the pantry to retrieve the cereal. To you surprise, in your usual sweep of the pantry’s contents, you noticed that the box of cookies you’d left for Jimin was gone. You’d brought back two boxes of your all-time favourite cookies for the both of you to enjoy yesterday, and had shamefully already eaten the box you’d bought for yourself. You just couldn’t control yourself around those cookies, there was something about them that just removed all your inhibitions and turned you into a literal cookie monster. You hadn’t realised that Jimin had already eaten his. You made a note to ask him what he thought of them later, and if he wanted you to get more the next time you were out.

Still in a good mood, you continued making breakfast for both you and the cute hybrid currently staying with you. It was about half an hour before he finally emerged from his room down the hall, by which time you’d managed to have cereal and pancakes, along with some coffee, for both of you.

“Good morning!” you beamed at him, leaning against the bench.

Jimin returned the smile, before his gaze fell to the open pantry doors behind you and he shot ramrod straight. He quickly moved over and shut them, letting out a laugh that sounded more nervous than anything. His ears twitched restlessly. “Hahaha, silly! Don’t leave the doors open or you’ll accidentally walk into them sometime!”

You raised a brow, noticing the odd lilt to his usually melodic voice that accompanied his somewhat strange behaviour, but simply let it go. You smiled at him. “That’s true.” You laughed. “Thanks for looking out for me Jiminie!”

He grinned brightly at the sound of your laughter, cheeks colouring pink in happiness. He moved away from the pantry, taking his place at the table and giving you a happy look as you joined him.

“Thank you for making breakfast again.” He said, somewhat bashfully, before digging in.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, starting to eat your own breakfast. You ate in amicable silence for a while before your thoughts wandered and you grew curious as to whether Jimin had as good a sleep last night as you did.

“How did you sleep last night, Jiminie?” you asked with a small smile, fully expecting him to flash one in return.

Instead the hybrid jumped, nearly choking on his food. You watched in worry as he coughed a little before soothing his throat with the drink next to his plate. “Uh, I, uh… It was good. Yeah, good.”

You watched as he pointedly avoided your eyes and focused on the food before him. He was acting weird, definitely, but you wondered why. You decided to ease over it for now, pretending like you hadn’t noticed his odd behaviour. You’d find out why he was acting strange later.

“That’s good,” you said, returning to your own meal and moving your gaze so he felt less pressured. “I slept really well too! I woke up feeling so good this morning. I haven’t slept that well in a long time.”

Jimin hummed, offering you a brief smile before stuffing his mouth with food. You wondered what could possibly be up with him.

. . . .

The day had finally come to an end, and with it— your patience. You needed to know why Jimin was acting so strange. The whole day he’d been really weird. He’d nearly shrieked when you went to take out the trash, offering hurriedly to do it himself and not even waiting for an answer before quickly taking the bag from your hands and dashing off out the front door.

Around lunch time you’d been mumbling to yourself about making some cookies, since you felt like baking something. He’d picked up on your words from the other side of the house with his incredible hearing and come running to tell you cookies were overrated and you should be thinking more about making cakes and cupcakes. He had then proceeded to make a hasty escape, with the excuse that he had yet to make his bed.

Another time you’d gone to get your cup noodles out of the pantry for a snack and at the sound of your footsteps in the kitchen he’d come racing in. He’d hastily assured you that he’d make the noodles for both of you this time and proceeded to gently kick you out of your own kitchen. You’d moved to the loungeroom in shock. What was making him act so strange?

The final straw had been when you’d asked him at dinner if anything had happened that had made him act so differently. The poor hybrid had jumped, squeaked, and gone bright pink in the face before promptly ignoring your question and blurting, “You look really beautiful today!”

Not only had he completely avoided the question, but it had taken you an entire hour to recover from your flustered state at his comment. The time for answers was now, and you were going to get them.

“Jiminie~,” you cooed at the hybrid taking a seat on the couch next to you. He looked to you, a small smile on his face. You lifted the blanket, gesturing for him to come closer. He did, smiling shyly as he shuffled over and nestled into your side. He’d opened up a lot lately but still got a little shy at the prospect of cuddling with you.

You smiled at him, looping your arms around him and pulling him close, before pressing play on the movie. You had him right where you wanted him.

“Jiminie~” you cooed again, tightening your hold. He stiffened, seeming to sense that the situation was about to take a turn he wouldn’t like. You lifted a hand to begin gently petting his ear, arms still firm in their grip. “I know something is up with you~. Please tell me what it is~”

He seemed to be torn between succumbing to your petting and remaining in complete control of his actions. “y/n—“ he whined, straining lightly in your hold, the slightest rumbling bunny purr in his throat. “I’m- there’s nothing—“

“Don’t fib, Jiminie.” You crooned, fingers moving against his side. He jerked, a sudden giggle escaping him before he gasped. You continued. “Tell me what’s wrong, please~.”

He opened his mouth, a stray giggle escaping before he attempted once more to deny it. “T-There’s nothing—“

“That’s it! Jiminie, tell me what’s up and I’ll stop! Oherwise…” you left your sentence hanging and instead demonstrated with your hands, beginning to tickle him relentlessly. He shrieked, letting out uncontrollable giggles, writhing in your arms. You were a master tickler, he hadn’t stood a chance.

In just a matter of seconds he shrieked once more, “Ok-kay—pfhaha— fine I’ll tell y-you! y/n, p-please—!”

You withdrew your hands, staring at him and waiting expectantly. He had his eyes closed, and was leaning back against the couch, breathing heavily as he recovered from your sudden attack. He bit his lip after a while, seeming slightly distraught. He opened his eyes and glanced at you briefly before averting his eyes.

It was a couple of moments before he spoke again. He seemed to be deliberating on what to say and how to say it. “I…”

You waited, holding your breath. He closed his eyes and spoke in one big rush. “IgotupforsomewaterlastnightandateallyourfavouritecookiesI’msosorry!”

You blinked. “….What?” you asked.

Jimin glanced at you before looking away again, heaving a sigh. “I got up last night to get a glass of water, and I saw your cookies… the box of your favourite ones… in the cupboard… and I ate some…. I ate them all, the whole box… I’m so sorry y/n!!”

You blinked at him. Was he talking about the box of cookies… that you left for him? Specifically for him? Was this… why he was upset?

Jimin looked seriously distraught and you honestly wanted to facepalm. This soft, squishy idiot.

“Jimin, you know… those were your cookies? I bought a box for each of us and I already ate mine. That box was yours.” You said, looking at him and genuinely trying not to laugh.

The bunny hybrid froze, eyes finding yours. You watched as he processed your words, and consequently realised that he had been stressing about nothing. His face went pink, and he stared at you a couple seconds more, before turning and burying his face in your shoulder with an embarrassed groan. “Oh my god.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Oh my god.”

You laughed and patted his back. “There there Bun, it happens to the best of us.” He groaned from your shoulder, pulling back to lean against the couch and cover his face in embarrassment.

“I can’t believe this.” he whined. “I’m an idiot bun.”

You giggled at his words, pulling him close again and kissing his head. “Yeah, you are, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The pink blush on his cheeks didn’t leave for the rest of the movie, and neither did the small, happy grin.

#jimin x reader #hybrid au #hybrid jimin x reader #fluff #drabble #mini scenario #THIS IS FOR U ADORABLE-ANON #<3 #Timid filler #Timid drabble #more like mini scenario amirite

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