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monzamash · 7 months

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cardinal sin — daniel ricciardo

"let's commit some sins." daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 2.1k rating – 18+ (sex, coarse language) a/n – this was way too fun, @rizzciado. masterlist

“Is this seat taken?”

The gentle voice drew your attention away from the vodka martini cradled in your dainty hands, eyes locking with a pair of dark brown ones waiting for an answer. You glanced around the hotel bar, wondering if the man was speaking to you or someone nearby but his gazed remained on you.

“Oh…” realising he was focused on you, “No, go ahead.”

“I’m Daniel,” He introduced and placed down his glass of red wine before pulling out the bar stool beside you.

Daniel hummed at the sound of your name when you indulged him in the pleasantries and repeated it back in his smooth Australian accent, “That’s a beautiful name.”

He was handsome, that was obvious and the way his smile radiated pure joy allowed you to slowly let your guard down. The cream knitted sweater he was wearing fit perfectly and the tailored black pants indicated his keen eye for fashion while the understated vintage Rolex sitting on his wrist exuded wealth. Old money.

“Are you here for business or pleasure?” You asked curiously, intently listening to his crooning voice as you sipped your martini.

His answer was vague, something about a special event happening in town that he was apart of but what really intrigued you was the fact he was holding your attention like no one had ever done before. You’d been approached by a stranger in a bar plenty of times, identical situations – but this man had mastered the art of the pick up. Small talk had never been so captivating.

“So how’s your night been so far?” Daniel turned the conversation to you and took a sip from his wine.

You sighed, “Bit of a bust to be honest. I was supposed to be on a date but he didn’t show up…”

Daniel gasped and leaned in close enough for his cologne to be spellbounding – Dior Sauvage. His eyebrows were raised high on his forehead, perplexed by the idea of you, a complete stranger, being stood up.

“What an idiot. If only he could see what he was missing,” He complimented and fell back again, leaving you wanting more.

The dismissive shrug of your shoulders sent your freshly curled waves flowing down your back, revealing a little more of your dress. Daniel’s respectful eyes skimming across your décolletage didn’t go unnoticed and you weren’t mad about it – only set alight.

“Eh, one man’s missed opportunity might be another mans good fortune,” You flirted back, fingers intentionally brushing his as you grasped your martini.

Daniel’s dark chuckle sent chills across your exposed skin, the tight black dress now feeling like the perfect choice. You could feel him nudging closer, knees bumping underneath the bar as he leaned forward and waved down the waiter who had been serving you for the past half hour.

“Hey man – can I get another one of these please?” He asked, pointing down at the empty glass sitting lonely in front of you, completely forgotten in scintillating conversation.

“And a whiskey on the rocks? Thanks mate.”

You propped your elbow up on the bar and rested your chin on you knuckles, eyebrow cocked at his choice of drink, “Moving onto the hard stuff?”

Daniel breathed out a soft laugh and turned to you, eyes shamelessly dragging over your newfound body language and pleased to no end with how intuitive you were to his charm. He knew you could match him, flirtatiously batting your eyelashes and giving him a little more attention than a stranger would. He was having too much fun.

“Yeah, well…” He paused and slipped the waiter a tip, “My wife is a bit of a prude and usually doesn’t like me mixing my wine with whiskey but she isn’t here tonight.”

A devious smirk tingled on your lips as you glanced playfully around the bar, “I certainly hope not. Where is she? There is no way I would let you out of my sight.”

“She’s out with her friends who take up way too much of her time.”

You let out a soft hum in response, “I’m sure she adores you.”

“You see – that’s the problem…” Daniel sucked in a sharp breath and leaned in, meeting you in the middle – lips ghosting your keen ear.

“She’s a little too good to me, if you know what I mean.”

You pulled back ever so slightly, catching Daniel’s gaze that had shifted to you plum coloured lips – eyes hungry for more when you whispered, “Do you want something bad?”

“Someone maybe…” He teased, noses brushing as your hands came up and gently adjusted the silver chain hanging around his neck.

“Promise I don’t bite.”

“I really hope that isn’t true,” You quietly but confidently retorted as Daniel reached down and expertly pulled your stool closer – his knee slotting in so close that you could feel his warmth through the thin layer of lace separating you from him. Teasing.

“Surely a pretty girl like you doesn’t dabble in the dark arts,” He taunted, knowing from the glint in your eye that you weren’t like most pretty girls.

“I like to think of it more as a fine art but you really have no idea who you’re dealing with here …”

Daniel couldn’t hide the way he felt hearing those words tumble from your mouth, lip bitten and trousers a little bit tighter than before. You were magnetic in his eyes, enigmatic and mysterious as you played with the stem of your martini glass, toying with him and fuelling the desire bubbling in his stomach.

“Tell me,” He challenged and watched as the devilish grin swept across your beautiful face.

“Or I could show you…”

A deep groan purred in Daniels throat as he inched forward and crashed his lips into yours, holding your jaw loosely between his thumb and fingers. Your mind was a haze as his tongue slipped around yours, searching for a moan that you generously gave. He was intentional with the way his lips moved against your own, pressure wavering as you became breathless.

“I’m staying here at the hotel…” You managed to breathe out; the statement laced with promiscuity and a promise of more.

“If you think the public is going to stop me then you're sorely mistaken, sweetheart," Daniel grumbled into your hair, fingertips rushing down your spine and stoking the flames within.

A guttural whine slipped from your throat as he took the soft, sensitive skin on your neck between his teeth, the subtle sound of your dress zipper made a small, barely there smile appear on your features. You loved the idea of him taking you right there and then but even you could admit when the limit had been reached.

But god, all you wanted to do was push the boundaries with him as you shoved him across the threshold of your expensive hotel room. Daniel was already half undressed by the time you left the elevator, decently tucking himself back into the waistband of his underwear after receiving the sloppiest blowjob of his life. As he looked down at you on your knees with your pretty lips wrapped around his thick cock, doe eyes gazing up, he was convinced that he had died and gone to heaven.

It was all heavy breathing and belt buckles clanging as you fell face first into the gloriously comfortable bed. Arse up in the air, dress hiked up and revealing the lace you’d picked specifically for the night. All you wanted was for him to fuck you stupid and what better way to start than his tongue gliding across your holes, tasting all of his hard work.

“Yes god, thank you…” Daniel praised, mouth glistening and no doubt looking up to a higher powers for serving you on a silver platter, “Or maybe I should be thanking the devil for delivering you.”

You craned your neck and watched as Daniel shed his knitted sweater, exposing his chest hair and a chiselled body, thighs squeezing at the sight. His devilish good looks and toothy smile had you hypnotised in his grip; strong hands grasping your hips and bringing you level with the hardness in trousers that was begging to be touched.

“You should be thanking your wife for letting you off the leash,” You quipped, taunting the gorgeous man standing above you – about to devour every single inch of you.

Daniel hummed in agreement and theatrically unzipped his trousers, “I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.”

With a couple of firm strokes, Daniel was slipping into your warmth like a man starved. He had you up on your knees, back pressed against his strong chest while he fucked into you deep. The snap of his hips had you begging for mercy, or for more depending on the angle – every single inch he had lining your insides and hitting every bump along the way, fingertips playing with your swollen clit as you threw your head against his shoulder.

“I want you to fuck me like you fuck her…” You slurred, cock-drunk coursing through your veins, “But dirtier.”

And he did. The grip of his fingers around your gulping throat and the unrelenting pounding you were getting had you grasping for the hand holding your waist for dear life. Daniel was vocal but deliberate, every little whisper turned grunt in your ear sent shockwaves straight to your bud. The sound of how messy he was making you emanating through the humming hotel room, clenching hard and coming fast.

It was dark and filthy, just like the slurry of words dripping from Daniel’s swollen lips as he laid back and let you take control, “That pussy feels so fucking good around my dick, baby – fits me like a glove.”

“Mmm, you like it?” It was a rhetorical question – you could tell by the blown out pupils studying your every move how much he liked it.

Daniel’s strong hands crawled up your thighs, leaving light scratches on the skin before taking their rightful place on your sinking hips while you bottomed out. The burn of his stretch made your head fall back slightly, the bites littered across your collarbone making the man below you beam with pride. I fucking did that, he whispered to himself as you swept your hair to one side.

“Wanna come inside me, pretty boy?”

A strangled moan and a dramatic head nod was all the answer you needed – placing your hands on his thumping chest and lifting your hips gradually, teasingly. He held firm and guided you into the rhythm he needed to get himself off, eyes fluttering shut in concentration as you rotated slowly.

“I’m gonna fuckin' – oh, fuck. Holy shit.”

Watching him lose all control of his suave composure and submitting to the unadulterated pleasure had you coming undone around again, panting and moaning in synchronicity. The aftershocks of your high sent him tumbling over the edge – your pussy clenching his swollen dick as he filled you to the brim, dribbles of his high slipping down your shaking thighs.

“Take it all, baby… That’s it,” Daniel encouraged as you continued to slide up and down his softening cock – squeezing out every last drop.

“So fucking good to me.”

You collapsed into Daniels’ welcoming embrace, face nuzzled into his damp neck and breathing in his sweet scent. It was a scent you found comfort in and it didn’t take you long to find yourself melting into his touch. The facade finally falling.

“... We need to do that more often.”

“I liked how suave you were – so sexy. Really felt like you were in character,” You praised, brushing the dark unruly curls from your husbands blushing face.

“Huh, you liked that?” He baited, reeking of smug.

“Bitch, you know I did,” You scoffed and rolled onto your back, “But I always let you drink whatever you want so take it easy on the insults next time. Calling me a prude... Un-fucking-believable.”

Daniel chuckled, knowing you were only kidding and turned onto his side to take you all in - his beautiful wife, the one person who knew him better than anyone else. You were the person he had endless adventures with, the sex immaculate from the day you started dating ‘til now. The lust you had for each other never fading, in love.

“Roleplaying was your idea so don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Daniel yawned and wrapped his arm lazily around your bare torso.

He continued, “You were incredible though, like at the end with that little move you do that drives me up the fucking wall.”

You giggled and rested you head on his shoulder - legs intertwined under the covers as you listened to him relive the night, “We’re gonna need to do a play by play in the morning, I reckon.”

You sighed and closed your weary eyes, “Good shout, baby.”

“I love you."

“And I love you.”

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scarletttries · 11 months

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Kendall Roy x Trans Man!Reader Headcanons:

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Trans Man!Reader

Rating: Fluff with one NSFW thought clearly labelled at the end :)

Request: "hello! i love your works very much. can I request something about kendall roy x trans man reader? perhaps kendall's reaction to the fact that the reader is transgender? something very cute, some fluff."

Author’s Note: Thank you do much to the anon that sent this request in, I feel like Kendall and Trans!Reader is such a good idea and I hope you enjoy these headcanons ☺️ And thank you for your wedding ship request too, I will share the for you next week 😉 Kendall Masterlist Here 🥳

- Kendall knew it from the minute he saw you across the room at some party Stewy had thrown. He wasn't sure exactly what he knew; that he wanted to be your friend? That you were going to be someone important to him? That one day he'd grow to admire you in a way he wasn't expecting? It's like he knew all of those things at once the moment he watched you mumble a sly joke that had Stewy throwing his head back in laughter like Kendall had never seen before.

- He spent the whole night captivated by your presence; the way you held yourself like you had fought to become the person you were and now you owned your whole energy with every step, the way you effortlessly charmed every person in your path like you had an insight into them he could only dream of, the way the dark club lights danced on your delicate features. He never usually observed someone this closely unless they were a business rival or a love interest, and Kendall struggled to know which camp you fell into that night.

- Meanwhile you had grown used to being the centre of attention, whether for the right or wrong reasons, but even you couldn't miss the way Kendall Roy's eyes were following you through the crowd as you mingled and networked. Finally you had to find out quite what that interested smile on his face was hiding, buying two soda waters at Stewy's suggestion and approaching the slim built man.

"I thought you might need some hydration since you've been too busy staring at me to get a drink?" Your demeanor was even more captivating up close, a playful glint in your eye that had Kendall falling hook, line and sinker.

"And here I was, thinking i'm the master of subtly. Cheers" He held up his glass to yours, intentionally bumping his hand against yours, the spark not going unnoticed by you both.

- He'd get your number from Stewy and call you up the next day, inviting you to golf or watch a sports game or some place he thought two men sat together wouldn't get a second glance, his feelings towards you new and unsettling, but endlessly exciting all the same. It would be obvious to you from day one that these were dates, but it would take a few weeks of denial on Kendall's part before he finally invited you up to his penthouse and once safely in the privacy of his own home he'd build up the nerve to kiss you.

- It would be so slow and timid at first, as if he's not 100% sure either of you are going to go through with it. Gradually as he feels the delicate press of your lips against his, the sweet taste of reciprocated affection, then he'd be a goner, leaning in for more and smiling against your lips. One kiss couldn't erase all the years of internalised homophobia instilled by his father, but good god did it make a big fucking dent.

- You'd know from your time with Kendall that he genuinely tried to be an ally to those less privileged than him (which was frankly everyone) but that didn't mean you wouldn't be nervous to tell him your full truth once you were ready. You'd have him over to your place, a smaller and much more homely apartment that Kendall would come to adore, pulling out an old photo album and explaining the body you were born in, and your journey transitioning, and how you wanted him to know this important thing about you before you got any closer.

- Already thrown off my liking a man, Kendall wouldn't necessarily be smooth at taking the news. Don't get me wrong, he'd be so happy you told him and so proud of you for becoming the person you were meant to be, just brace yourself for a lot of "No worries dude, i'm an ally, fuck gender conformism, it's all construct put in place by people with small minds, you're stupid hot in any gender." All pouring out of his grinning lips at record pace until you finally shut him up with a kiss that he's more than happy to reciprocate, feeling incredibly lucky to be let in on this part of your wonderful life.

- Kendall would want to support however you chose to express your masculinity, but you will absolutely have to meet his tailor. This old-fashioned gentleman would take one look at you, know the perfect measurements for your build, and before you can say anything other than your favourite colours he's pulled out half a designer's catalogue in your size and Kendall is paying to have it delivered to your apartment.

- Growing up with a difficult rivalry with his own brothers, Kendall would love having another man around to do all the things he never has a friend nearby to do, especially when it's the man he's falling in love with and gets to take home at the end of the night. Prepare to have him fully invested in your hobbies, excited to gain a best friend and a lover at the same time, the lonely darkness he once existed in fully illuminated by your light.

- Connor and Willa adore you. Connor's never seen Kendall so happy, and wants to make you feel as welcome in the family as possible given you might be on the receiving of a few off-colour comments from the older generation. Roman would have a field day making slightly disgusting jokes at your expense, but given you have a much smarter retort for everything he says, he quickly gives up and sulk quietly away. Tom and Greg would both make some overly supportive comments about Kendall's newly perceived sexuality that would have even more rumours circulating about the two of them. But most of all Kendall would just take it all with a smile on his face, so content and comfortable by your side that he'll let any of their dumb jokes roll off his back as long as you want, knowing he's exactly where he's meant to be.

- That being said, if anyone is being transphobic, he will 100% ruin their life. There is no coming back from that in Kendall's mind, his love for you growing protective in a world that is so unwelcoming to the trans community, and feeling somewhat responsible given the messaging of ATN. He'll really put in the work to not only improve himself, but also his business, trying to be the change he wants to see in the world for you and everyone other trans person.

- One slightly NSFW headcanon: Regardless of what stage you are at physically in your transition, Kendall will worship your body. Feeling dysphoria? Kendall will kiss every one of your features and tell you what a handsome man he immediately thought you were that first night, and how he's only grown more attracted to you since. Ken will happily bottom for you if that what you're into, letting you take control as long as you praise how well he takes you, hearing him whimper out how good you make him feel.

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yunhohours · 2 years

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um can you write something w yeo one ? smut prompts 16, 18, 24, and 85? thank you !!!

16. “You can get louder, can’t you?” 18. “I want to taste you.” 24. “Don’t cum yet.” 85. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Pretty girl,” Changgu praises as he settles you on the edge of his bed, his hands that were holding you up moments ago smoothing down your outer thighs. That crooked smile of his is shining despite the low light of the room. You chew on your lower lip and lean back on your arms, looking up at him through sweetly batting lashes. He seems to be charmed by your feigned innocence, his eyes drifting to your lips as his own part, his body giving away what it is that he wants.

You hadn’t expected this to happen tonight. You hadn’t expected Changgu to be like this. You had only met him the day prior at your usual coffee spot, almost choking on your coffee when he approached you while you were reading at your self-designated table. You don’t see men that handsome every day. Men that handsome don’t talk to you every day.

He was in a hurry so you weren’t able to talk much. You had just long enough for him to tell you that he thought you were “too beautiful not to meet” and ask you on a date for the next evening—tonight. You exchanged numbers and you spent every waking hour since thinking about what a date with him would be like.

Changgu tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and then cups the side of your face as he leans down to you, his pouty lips only a few short inches away from yours. “I promise I wasn’t planning this,” he whispers, his free hand grazing across the top of your thigh and under the lightweight dress you chose for a summer evening date. His fingertips gently push themselves between your thighs to separate them without being forceful and you part them even more for him, your heart warming at how thoughtful he’s being even in a moment of desire.

He smiles at how easily you offer yourself to him, his lips nudging against yours before attaching to them in a passionate but careful kiss. Your eyes had been glued to his perfect lips all night so you were prepared for them to be soft and intoxicating, but you couldn’t have predicted just how right you would be. You couldn’t have predicted how he would move them so slowly, so intentionally. That he would somehow flood you with relief and desperation at the same time.

His hand glides up the inside of your thigh now, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You sigh into his mouth and feel the smirk on his lips, his hand palming your thigh and squeezing as a sign of his own urgency. Your lips force open and you almost forget you’re supposed to be kissing him. Luckily, he doesn’t let you forget, his lips capturing yours again effortlessly.

His hand finishes its trek up your thigh, his middle and ring fingers easily locating the crotch of your dampened panties. The initial touch is so highly anticipated that you can help the desperate moan that you spill into his mouth. “Mm,” he hums, pulling back just enough to get a good look at the blush on your cheeks, a pleased smirk taking up residence on his much-too-handsome face. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

Your cheeks burn more at his observation, your head lolling as you try to hide your face in your shoulder. “Uh uh.” He stops you, his voice confident yet gentle, as his index finger lifts your chin until your eyes meet. “Don’t hide from me, pretty. I want to see you.”

You somehow manage to maintain his gaze even though your stomach is doing flips and your core is throbbing with need. “To be fair,” he starts, his two fingers now rubbing slow circles into your clit through your panties. “I haven’t had the chance to learn much about you yet.” He winks and you could swear you’re in a dream. He’s a dream.

“I was planning on being a perfect gentleman tonight. Show you a nice time, take you home, and give you a kiss goodnight. On the cheek, of course.” His fingers release their pressure, instead inching their way over to hook into the crotch of your panties and pull it aside. You can feel the cool air of the room as it hits the slick on your cunt, a head-to-toe shiver coursing through your body. “But when I saw just how badly you needed to be taken care of, I decided it would be ungentlemanly to send such a beautiful girl home from a date with frustrations.”

Your whole body is on fire from equal parts embarrassment and lust. You had made it entirely too obvious. Failing to answer his questions at dinner because you were too busy admiring his beauty or fantasizing about seeing it between your legs. The way your hand greedily squeezed his toned bicep when yours was looped through it as you walked through the city. The way your thighs rubbed together in his car as you watched him drive, the beautiful veins of his arm catching your eye.

That’s what clued him in. He meant to just glance at you when he reached a stoplight, hoping to catch sight of a dazzling smile on a dazzling girl, but his eyes couldn’t help but be distracted by the shifting of your legs in his passenger seat. Not one to beat around the bush, he had stopped the small talk he was making with you in order to make you a proposition. “Y/n,” he started with a decisiveness in his tone that made you dizzy. “You look like you need to be touched. Is that right?”

You stumbled over your words for far longer than you could ever forgive yourself for. Luckily, Changgu spoke up again to end your embarrassment. “I want to take you home and take care of you. Is that okay?” You were nodding wordlessly despite his eyes being back on the road. He could see you in his peripheral vision, but it wasn’t enough. “Speak up, pretty. I want to know you’re really comfortable with that.”

“Y-yes, Changgu.” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

And now here you are, legs spread on Changgu’s bed as he stares into your soul, his fingers sliding through your folds like you weren’t almost-strangers. “Please,” you beg him, your fingers curling into his bedding as you envision his fingers curling inside of you. He fights off a smirk and leans his forehead against yours, his words a provocative whisper. “Need to cum so bad, don’t you y/n?” His fingers return their focus to your aching clit, pressing into it much more firmly this time. “Want to watch my hand…” His hand ghosts to your entrance, teasing it so lightly with his fingertip that you can’t help but whimper. “...as I let you feel my fingers from the inside?”

Fuck. Yes, yes, yes. You feel like you could explode from all the sexual tension–most of which you had created entirely on your own all night long. “Changgu… need you. Please.” Your eyes plead with his, your arms wobbling a bit as you try to keep yourself held up. He only smiles and kisses the tip of your nose, two fingers pushing inside of you with the most satisfying stretch.

You bite down on your bottom lip to quiet the lewd moan this feeling elicits, allowing him a much softer, much more polite version of it instead. He cocks his head and grins at you, clearly aware of what exactly it is that you’re doing. “You can get louder, can’t you?” He’s being nice–choosing not to call you out but asking for more as if it's for his own sake. Maybe it is. His fingers don’t stop, thrusting themselves in and out of you at an escalating pace, curling just the right way in your depth.

You take the hint and let yourself relax completely, the seemingly endless string of moans falling from your lips every time his fingertips brush against the sweet spot inside of you. Your eyes are no longer on each other’s, instead watching his fingers glitter with your nectar and disappear inside of you over and over. Something about watching him pleasure you together feels extremely intimate and erotic and you can tell it’s getting to him as well, his jaw slack in awe and a noticeable bulge in his expensive pants.

“Every part of you is so pretty,” he muses, his flattery striking a cord in you that makes you clench around his fingers. He sucks air through his teeth at the feeling, undoubtedly imagining that same squeeze around his cock–not that he would dare say as much to you. He ups the speed of his fingers and finds your clit with his thumb, endlessly motivated to increase your pleasure. When he notices the way your body is quaking and your moans are slurring together, though, he stops.

“Don’t cum yet.” His only answer to the question in your mind: why? Your lips make a perfect pout as your eyes search for his again. They find an empathetic smile on their way before they’re closing to enjoy a deep kiss that feels like it lasts a lot longer than it does. “I want to taste you,” he confesses against your lips as he breaks the kiss half-reluctantly. Oh.

He doesn’t waste a second longer, dropping to his knees as his hands press your thighs apart further to make more than enough room for himself. His eager mouth quickly attaches itself to your swollen bud and your body spasms from the intense suction. You cry out his name in surprise and he seems to like that, his fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue snakes out to toy with you–first flicking your clit then traveling through your folds, lapping up every taste of you he can get.

He’s rewarded with another stupefied moan when his tongue snakes itself inside of you, his beautiful eyelashes fluttering as he loses himself in your cunt. “Oh my god,” you exhale, head falling back as one hand fists his hair for dear life. Pleased with your responsiveness, he hums and fucks you with his tongue, his thumb finding your clit once again to send you over the edge he knows you’re near.

It’s too much. In just the right fucking way, it’s too much. You pull at his hair for leverage as you lose what little control of your body you had left, pleading for release with breathless moans.He gives it to you, this thumb vibrating from its speed on your clit and his tongue muscles only working harder to make sure you feel him. Make sure you never forget him.

You cum on his tongue with a silent cry, mouth agape and eyes rolled into the back of your head. He guides you through your high and your comedown, his tongue slowing as he removes his hand from you to avoid any discomfort. When he stops altogether, he smiles up at you like you just did him a favor, his eyes sparkling. “Much better, huh, pretty?” He winks up at you and flattens his tongue against your slit, dragging it up slowly to make sure you’re clean. You chew on your lip as you twitch a bit from the sensation, but you can’t help but think he’s being really fucking cute right now.

“So much better, Changgu. Thank you.” Your words are still working their way out around your labored breathing, but at least you’re able to use them for something other than begging him to touch you now. As he rises from between your legs, his hands fixing your clothes so you’re decent again, you hold each other’s eyes. “What about you, though?” You ask, not wanting to leave him in a frustrated state either.

He chuckles and shakes his head before offering you his hand. You take it, but you’re not sure why he’s offered it to you in the first place. “Don’t worry about me.” He gently pulls at your hand, helping you to stand up with him, his other arm snaking around your waist to hold you in case you’re not quite steady yet. “As I said, I never intended for this to happen tonight. This, I can allow, because it’s for you.” Wink. “But we will not be focusing on me tonight.”

You smile at him like you pity him, but really you are just completely charmed by him. You knew he was a gentleman, but to this extent? How many men would stop here by choice when you’re offering to give him more? “You really are the perfect man,” you say with a playful smirk, reaching up to kiss his cheek. He beams at both the compliment and the sweet gesture of affection before lacing his fingers through yours.

“Thank you, y/n.” His thumb rubs the outside of your hand as you just stand there and gaze longingly at each other for a few moments. He’s the first to speak and you’re grateful that he does because you’re not sure you’d have snapped out your trance otherwise. “Now, let’s get you home. I’ll grab you some water on our way out. I’ve already had you out far later than I had planned.”

You laugh together at the absurdity of everything that happened tonight as you make your way out of his room. You don’t feel like strangers. You don’t feel weird or awkward. You feel completely comfortable. So comfortable that when he says, “I guess if you ever want to return the favor, you’ll just have to go on more dates with me,” you laugh some more. Deal.

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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Who wants more sad statistics~?

Because say hello to the color-coded guide to Marinette blame/mistakes! Obviously there’s some room for debate (even I struggled with how to color an episode from time to time), but it should be mostly accurate.

Blue = "Marinette wasn't really blamed for anything notable and didn't really suffer from Adrien" Cyan = "Marinette was blamed for something unrelated to Adrien that she didn't do/she shouldn't be made to feel bad for" (this one is probably the most subjective) Green = "Marinette was blamed/made a mistake but it had nothing to do with Adrien" Yellow = "Marinette doesn't technically make a mistake or get blamed, but is negatively impacted by her crush on/relationship to Adrien" Red = "Marinette either was blamed for/made a mistake that related to Adrien."

"Negatively impacted by her crush on Adrien" could mean generally anything, but it leans towards Marinette embarrassing herself in front of Adrien, characters making snippy/unnecessary comments about her crush, and things that wouldn't have happened if her Adrien crush didn't exist. In the case that Marinette makes a mistake/is improperly blamed for something not about Adrien (cyan/green) but also is negatively impacted by her relationship to him (yellow), whatever is given more attention will take priority. There could've easily been a lot of cyan+red episodes had I allowed myself to use two colors.

Now look at all that red, which is easily the most frequent color, and then try and tell me that Marinette's crush isn't just a tool to humiliate her and force her to make mistakes in order to fit the "Marinette makes a mistake" quota.

I've put the explanations below on my decisions for each episode, as well as the tally for everything together:

Season 1

"Stormy Weather" (red) - Marinette blames herself for leaving Manon, and they're only at the park in the first place because of her Adrien crush.

"The Bubbler" (red) - Marinette uses Lucky Charm explicitly to stop Chloe and Adrien from dancing together.

"The Pharoah" (green) - Ladybug drops her schoolbook; relatively minor in the grand scheme of things, but seems to be why the show forces Marinette to awkwardly try to keep Alya in the museum instead of just having Tikki directly point out where to go.

"Lady Wifi" (green) - Marinette overslept while doing homework and was late for class

"Timebreaker" (cyan) - Marinette is blamed for not being home to give the cake to Nadja... who came early and thus Marinette shouldn't have been expected to expect her

"Mr. Pigeon" (yellow) - Marinette embarrasses herself in front of Adrien, with Alya making faces at her all the while

"The Evillustrator" (cyan) - Marinette is blamed for ditching Sabrina when she has an akuma to worry about, accused of "being like Chloe" (i.e: the person who Sabrina immediately goes back to anyway)

"Rogercop" (red) - Marinette, after being accused, states that everyone has the potential to be guilty, but sidesteps Adrien when someone suggests it

"Copycat" (red) - Marinette, panicked by an embarrassing confession she left on Adrien's phone (thanks to Alya), steals it to delete the message (also thanks to Alya)

"Dark Cupid" (red) - Marinette forgets to sign the love letter addressed to Adrien, which Alya laughs at her for

"Horrificator" (red) - Marinette is pressured/convinced to play Mylene's role instead when Alya throws out that she'd be kissing Adrien

"Darkblade" (cyan) - Marinette doesn't want to run for class representative because she already has enough on her plate (...what a monster?); both Alya and Alix make snarky comments at her for this

"The Mime" (green) - Marinette deletes a video on Alya phone and spends the rest of the episode trying to recreate it

"Kung Food" (cyan) - Marinette blames herself for defending her great uncle and insulting Chloe (again... what a monster?), which leads to Chloe sabotaging Wang's cooking

"Gamer" (red) - Marinette enters the gaming competition solely for Adrien

"Animan" (yellow) - Marinette offers to get Nino a date with Alya, an event that wouldn't have taken place if not for Marinette's crush (either there wouldn't have been a zoo trip at all or Alya wouldn't have been there); in addition, Alya tells Nino about Marinette's Adrien crush, which Marinette is distraught by

"Antibug" (cyan) - Ladybug is blamed for "not accepting help from others" (except she did at the beginning of the episode) and not listening to Chloe (who is a habitual liar)

"The Puppeteer" (green) - Marinette folds to Manon's "baby doll eyes" and gives her something that Nadja insisted she not have

"Reflekta" (green) - Marinette tries to steal Guiseppe's SD camera card so Juleka's picture will need retaken

"Pixelator" (red) - Marinette shirks her job as Jagged's gopher in order to get back to Adrien as soon as possible

"Guitar Villain" (blue) - Not much happens, just cool Marinette stuff; there are technically scenes of Marinette embarrassing herself around Adrien, but either no one else was there to witness it or there wasn't any significant reaction to it

"Princess Fragrance" (red) - Alya forces Marinette to go talk to Adrien, which results in Marinette tripping and losing Tikki

"Simon Says" (cyan) - Marinette... I guess is at fault for struggling to keep up with schoolwork and hero duties? That's what you get for wanting to help people, Ladybug

"Volpina" (red) - Marinette is mocked for being jealous, her following Adrien is presented as her doing it jealously (she literally says that she's going to warn Adrien about Lila stealing the book from him before Tikki stops her, but okay), and she yells at Lila as Ladybug, which is also presented as being "only about Adrien."

"Origins - Part 1 (Ladybug & Cat Noir)" (green) - Ladybug neglects to capture the akuma, having forgotten that detail

"Origins - Part 2 (Stoneheart)" (green) - The mistake from Part 1 carries over... the episode also may or may not blame Marinette for encouraging Ivan.

blue - 1 cyan - 6 green - 7 yellow - 2 red - 10

Season 2

"A Christmas Special" (red) - Marinette's "Adrien blindness" causes her to jump to conclusions and believe that a Santa Claus lookalike is an akuma

"The Collector" (red) - Marinette lies to Master Fu in order to protect Adrien, not able to believe that Adrien could be Hawk Moth

"Despair Bear" (red) - Marinette goes to Chloe's party for Adrien and is repeatedly mocked/teased for this

"Prime Queen" (cyan) - Ladybug "makes a mistake" in getting upset at Nadja for trying to pry into her romantic relationships and her potential romance with Chat Noir

"Befana" (cyan) - Marinette is blamed for "lying" to her grandmother about going to a birthday party with her friends (she didn't) and "not wanting to spend time with her" (she did, Gina is the one who neglected Marinette for literal years)

"Riposte" (cyan) - One of the more subjective ones, but going frame-by-frame, Adrien's saber bends first yet the episode calls Marinette "flustered" and "new to fencing" to say that she's wrong in her choice

"Robostus" (blue) - Mostly free of crush and mistakes, episode focuses primarily on the main plot of the akuma being caused (if I had a color for Marinette just normally being mocked/embarrassed though, it'd be here)

"Gigantitan" (red) - Needs no explanation: Marinette is embarrassed in front of the girls multiple times and the entire subplot causes the akuma that almost hits Gorilla

"The Dark Owl" (green) - Ladybug orchestrates a situation in which the Dark Owl could save her so as to not hurt his feelings, which ends in him being found out, humiliated, and akumatized

"Glaciator" (red) - Marinette is upset because Adrien didn't show up to get ice cream with her, which leads to her blowing up on Andre

"Sapotis" (blue) - Marinette goes largely blameless for everything; not much here

"Gorizilla" (yellow) - Multiple "jokes"/"mocking" about Marinette revealing skin/being in her pajamas in front of Adrien

"Captain Hardrock" (blue) - Surprisingly void of blame on Marinette despite her being depressed over Adrien; if anything, Luka apologizes for making a teasing comment when she was upset

"Zombizou" (cyan) - Marinette is blamed for being upset with Chloe for ruining her gift for Miss Bustier

"Syren" (cyan) - Ladybug is blamed for keeping secrets from Chat Noir (look at the Adrien stans for reference)

"Frightningale" (red) - Marinette is bothered by Chloe being Ladybug, but Adrien is involved so the fandom can easily put blame on her concerning her Adrien crush (see Marinette salters for reference)

"Troublemaker" (red) - Marinette's Adrien pictures are intentionally inflated/exaggerated to humiliate her more

"Anansi" (green) - I wouldn't argue if someone suggested that this is a cyan: Marinette "makes a mistake" in cheating Nora's arm-wrestle with Nino since Nora was being unreasonable

"Sandboy" (green) - Marinette agrees with Tikki that they should do something to help Nooroo without asking Fu

"Reverser" (cyan) - Marinette peeks at Marc's work and tries to help him work with Nathaniel (I see, so when Alya meddles to push Marinette past her comfort zone, it's fine, but--); she also embarrasses herself in front of Adrien over this

"Frozer" (red) - Marinette suffers because Adrien's an idiot and has tons of people in relationships to ask advice from, and he chooses to ask Marinette; Marinette appears to be "blamed" for either wanting to move on (due to the girls fighting) or agreeing to go with Adrien, along with a "bonus" (almost earning a cyan) due to Chat throwing a hissy fit over her rejecting him

"Style Queen" (cyan) - Marinette is blamed for thinking that the magic ladybugs would bring the miraculous back to Fu (see "Sentibubbler" covering for Chat for reference on how the narrative sees this)

"Queen Wasp" (cyan) - Carried over from "Style Queen"; Ladybug is blamed for losing the miraculous

"Malediktator" (red) - Marinette is made to feel bad for being glad that her bully of many years is gone (almost earning a cyan here, or even a yellow), and this is all due to Adrien; he also unintentionally convinces her to give Chloe a miraculous (her "mistake" according to future episodes), which sets off a slew of events that makes her suffer

"Catalyst" (cyan) - Alya not believing Marinette due to her Adrien crush carries over from "Volpina," almost earning this a red, but Marinette also lies about her gift for Heroes' Day. However, the fact that she is completely sleep-deprived from the night before and was being made fun of for only bringing macarons is largely ignored by the narrative and treated too much as her fault

"Mayura" (red) - When going to correct her mistake from last episode, Adrien throwing a pity party for himself makes Marinette go back on it

blue - 3 cyan - 9 green - 3 yellow - 1 red - 10

Season 3

"Backwarder" (red) - Marinette gives Adrien the wrong letter (due to each slip of paper she has conveniently looking the exact same but the episode clearly indicates it to be her fault); she's also humiliated over this

"Weredad" (cyan) - Marinette lies to Chat Noir in a panic to protect her identity. The fact that Chat Noir is an idiot who wonders why Marinette might be on her own darn balcony and that Tikki doesn't offer a better solution for the situation is given no attention

"Chameleon" (red) - Alya believing that Marinette is only upset with Lila over Adrien presumably carries over from "Volpina" and "Catalyst;" Marinette's relationship with Adrien also seems to make her more inclined to believe in what he says about doing nothing about Lila

"Animaestro" (red) - No explanation needed; Marinette's Adrien crush makes her more inclined to believe Chloe (remember "Malediktator" and "Zombizou"?) when Chloe claims that Kagami stole her seat next to Adrien, which convinces Marinette to team up with Chloe against Kagami, and this leads to Marinette being embarrassed over her crush

"Bakerix" (green) - Marinette makes a mistake in... I guess riling up her grandfather? (this one's pretty subjective and I wouldn't argue with anyone who says this should be cyan)

"Silencer" (blue) - Regardless of what "Crocoduel" says, Marinette isn't blamed in this episode for challenging Bob Roth

"Oblivio" (cyan) - Marinette seems to weirdly be blamed/punished for getting upset with Chat Noir if the smugness of Chat+Alya about the taken picture is to be believed (perhaps """explained""" in "Reflekdoll" about Chat having his role to play as the "sense of humor")

"Stormy Weather 2" (yellow) - Marinette spends a portion of the episode sulking about the little progress she's made with Adrien

"Reflekdoll" (red) - Needs no explanation: Marinette's anxiety is caused by Adrien and she's blamed for it despite Alya orchestrating everything

"Oni-Chan" (red) - Marinette chases after Adrien and Lila, which is made to be completely about Marinette's crush on Adrien despite Marinette telling Tikki about her actual concerns (which end up coming true as Kagami gets akumatized)

"Miraculer" (cyan) - Chat gets snippy with Ladybug for not telling Chloe right away (apparently assuming that Ladybug doesn't have other obligations to attend to like school; she even tells Chat that she "wouldn't have time that day"), and Ladybug was literally about to before the sentimonster and Miraculer show up

"The Puppeteer 2" (red) - Marinette repeatedly pushed and punished for liking Adrien, then punished again in front of Adrien (who she thinks is a statue) when she was actually just taking the advice that Tikki gave her

"Desperada" (red) - The guitar scene (i.e: "huh, who would've known that my wingwoman for Adrien was actually trying to wingwoman me with Luka one time!"), Aspik (i.e: "wow, the guy who I thought was perfect because that's what the narrative is always telling me actually doesn't fit what the narrative was telling me!"), and that's all I need to say

"Startrain" (blue) - Mostly mistakeless on Marinette's end; the focus is on other characters/plots (again, if I had a color for Marinette being mocked/embarrassed though, it'd also go here)

"Kwamibuster" (blue) - Marinette isn't blamed for anything; even though Master Fu isn't aware of the events at first, Tikki apologizes to Marinette in front of him later

"Feast" (yellow) - Marinette is briefly distracted by Adrien until Alya chides her so that she can show Marinette the information she might as well have hand-delivered to Hawk Moth

"Ikari Gozen" (red) - Marinette tries to sabotage her and Kagami to prevent Kagami from meeting up with Adrien

"Timetagger" (cyan) - Tikki notes Marinette's bad excuses (which are due to the sheer amount of akuma) to the point where Alya had replaced her as babysitter before Marinette explained that she couldn't show up (I wouldn't argue with anyone who said this should be blue instead)

"Party Crasher" (red) - Marinette tries to crash the secret boys-only party in order to spend time with Adrien

"Gamer 2.0" (cyan) - Marinette+Ladybug is blamed for being upset that they have no time for anything, with Ladybug in particular "making the mistake" of taking over and failing due to Chat constantly goofing off despite her urging

"Chat Blanc" (red) - Marinette is pressured/threatened by the girl squad (specifically Rose) enough that she decides to sneak into Adrien's house

"Felix" (yellow) - Marinette, after "finally" confessing to Adrien (for like--the fourth time), ends up running off and rambling in front of Luka (not knowing that he's there), which embarrasses her

"Ladybug" (red) - Alya's doubts of Marinette's hatred of Lila (implied in "Volpina" and stated in "Catalyst" to be about her crush on Adrien) carries over as Alya chides Marinette for blaming Lila, and had Marinette not listened to Adrien in "Chameleon," Lila may have been stopped early on and she wouldn't have gotten expelled (otherwise, the episode would've gotten a "cyan" because how dare Marinette be emotional at being accused of cheating and get angry at Lila)

"Christmaster" (red) - Marinette lies to Chris (in the exact way that Alya does to Manon in "Stormy Weather" but sure) in order to protect her darn privacy so Chris doesn't find out about her chest full of Adrien gifts, which leads to Chris getting akumatized

"Heart Hunter" (red) - Ladybug neglects to detransform due to being distracted by Adrimi happening, which leads to long-lasting and overly harsh consequences

"Miracle Queen" (red) - Ladybug's mistake carries over from the previous episode

blue - 3 cyan - 5 green - 1 yellow - 3 red - 14

Total: blue - 7 cyan - 20 green - 11 yellow - 6 red - 34

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 4

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language, nudity (but, like, for art), and violence Warnings: Unhealthy dynamics, including violence between the shipped pair, leaning heavily into the "enemies" part of "enemies to friends to lovers" Summary: Local vampire discusses art, depictions of certain anatomy, and enjoys the company of her feral soulmate for 4.5 minutes. Then it goes to shit (as things tend to do). 0-60 Real goddamn quick. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly

4: Portraits For Ghosts

“Am I really supposed to just… stay here? Did she honestly think that I, of all people, would behave? The universe gave me two good hands, and by God, I intend to make that someone else’s problem,” you mutter to yourself as you get dressed. It’s not that you necessarily had anything in mind, rather that you hated the idea of waiting around for who knows how long for Cassandra to return. Especially considering what she had done prior to leaving. Sure, you had laughed, but that hadn’t meant much in the end. At this point, you hadn’t even been out of the dungeon for a full day yet, and the memories of what happened there were fresh in your mind. Nightmares, too, even if you had pushed them aside to deal with Cassandra’s. Why did I bother? You wonder, frowning. There was hardly any point to comforting a monster, no matter the way they trembled.

Or at least that’s the lie you sold yourself.

Soon enough, a knock at the door brings you out of your head. Daphne, maybe, you think, remembering the maiden from yesterday. When you open the door, however, you’re met with an unfamiliar woman. She’s a few years your senior, at the very least, and appears surprised to see you. In her hands is a very enticing tray of food.

“Lady Cassandra wanted me to bring this to you. I am… I am glad to see you are feeling better already,” she says, voice shaking. What was with these maidens and assuming you were anything like your soulmate? Though that last part did catch your interest. Something told you that she wasn’t at all referring to your time in the dungeon. If you had learned anything from Daphne, it was that the best way to get information was to be indirect. So you graciously accepted the food, before speaking, dodging your way around your ignorance.

“Yes, it’s amazing what a bit of meditating can do for the soul- and body, that is,” you start, watching closely for any veiled reactions. Even within the first few words you can tell that this stranger wasn’t expecting you to be pleasant. “Out of curiosity, what did my Lady say about my condition? There are, uh, a few details that I hope she did not share. I’m sure you understand.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, the maiden is nodding, appearing eager to satisfy you. Maybe a hint of fear can be useful, after all.

“No worries, Lady Cassandra did well to respect your privacy, and we would not dare question her further. She simply explained, to her family, that you were dealing with a migraine. I only heard this because I was helping serve breakfast,” she explained, smiling softly. You’re quick to nod, mimicking her expression for maximum empathy. “Do you require anything else? I am here to serve, you must only ask.” Ah, perfect. Would she have offered this even if you hadn’t attempted to be charming? Probably, but your politeness certainly didn't hurt.

“Well, there is one thing… as long as it’s no trouble.”

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It had been a risk, asking the servant to take you to a room you weren’t sure existed, but one that had paid off brilliantly. Even if said room was nothing like you had anticipated. Who would have thought that Cassandra, you think, would be an artist? What’s far less surprising is the fact that the studio (or ‘study’, as you had called it) is a disorganized disaster. Discarded papers lie scattered around an overflowing trash can, a cabinet with an attached tool rack is missing pieces, and in one corner there are literally random shards of broken glass lying about. What is this, performance art? Part of you feels tempted to clean up the mess, if only to occupy your time. Instead, you decide to examine some of the pieces within the room. Maybe somehow they’d tell you something noteworthy about your soulmate.

First, you move to your left, where a workbench houses strange sculptures. For the most part they’re abstract, jagged edges contrasting with gentle curves, but there is one you think you understand. It’s very clearly a bust… of someone’s ‘bust’. Guess that solves the age old question of ‘boobs or ass’, you think, stifling a giggle. Moving on, you shift your attention to the exposed section of the cabinet. One row is dedicated to small vials, each labeled with a concerning ‘blood’, despite the fact that it’s clearly not refrigerated. Still, you have heard of artists painting with blood before, but you seem to recall them mixing it with something else. Perhaps Cassandra had done the same? Though you did wonder if she had any difficulty resisting the urge to drink the blood, at least prior to mixing it.

Shrugging, you continue to the other side of the studio, squatting to get a closer look at the broken glass. As expected, there’s no discernable pattern or purpose. Huh, you think, wonder why she doesn’t clean up. Maybe she’s waiting for a servant to do it? Guessing her reasoning was rather difficult, especially considering your lack of context, such as how long the mess had been here. Deciding that this was a pointless distraction, you move on to the only other thing of note in the room: An easel, in the center, with a canvas nearly as tall as yourself. So far, there’s little on it other than pencil lines, a sketch marking where to paint certain details. Only the (start of) the background has been colored. Understandably, it’s hard to make out what exactly the finished project would end up representing. Based on what you know of Cassandra and her family, however, you infer that this- with four figures, one larger than the others, protective- is a painting of the castle residents.

“Family means something to you, hmm?... I hope that mine does not miss me much, for I will never see them again,” you say to yourself, instinctively reaching out towards the art. Before you can touch it, or think better of it, the door to the studio is flying open. In storms Cassandra, fists clenched at her sides. As soon as she sees you, she’s rushing forward, pulling you away from the easel. “Hello, darling. Glad to see me feeling better, yes?” You teased, smiling wide at her. Feeling a bit emboldened by your earlier success, you go a step further, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I swear to fuck, if you touched any of my stuff-” Cassandra starts to say, intentionally ignoring the kiss, even though her cheeks get flush at the contact.

“Nope, not a single thing. Not even the broken glass. Nice touch, by the way, makes the whole space feel a helluva lot cozier,” you interject. For a few moments she holds you by your shirt collar, staring you in the eyes as if determining whether or not to believe you. Somehow, some way, she declares you innocent, releasing you with an irritated sigh. After pretending to dust yourself off, you return your attention to the central canvas. “Do you do a lot of art of your family? I passed by several pieces on my way here, though they were certainly in a different style.” Another pause, with Cassandra waiting for you to spring a verbal trap.

“Some of those are mother’s work,” she answers, tentatively, eying you closely. When you merely nod in reply, expecting her to elaborate, she starts to relax, little by little. “I doubt you passed any of mine. Mother tends to keep those closer to her quarters, or near the main entrance.” Interesting, you think, why hasn’t she addressed my original question?

“It sounds like she’s very proud of you,” you muse, still facing away from your soulmate. There’s a slight shakiness to your voice, as your mind starts to dwell on memories of your own family. Perhaps noticing this, Cassandra takes a few steps closer, one hand hovering over your shoulder, not quite sure if you needed (or perhaps deserved) any comfort. In this moment, you feel far more vulnerable than you had the day before. Taking a deep breath, you try to center yourself, before perfectly ruining whatever trust you had just established with Cassandra. “Something tells me she doesn’t know about the titty sculpture though, right? Can’t quite imagine that one being displayed where everyone can see it.”

To your immense surprise, Cassandra gives you a blank stare.

“You… you really don’t know anything about my mother, do you?” She says, after several awkward seconds. It feels strange to think that she had been furious, merely a handful of minutes ago. “If you actually behave for a while, I can show you some of her favorite pieces around the castle. Then maybe you’ll understand.” Intrigued, you debate how exactly to respond. On one hand, you did want to see the art, but on the other hand… misbehaving was your goal of the day.

“Sounds like a nice date to me. Why not start the tour right now?” You suggest, hoping to meet your ‘politeness quota’ earlier rather than later. Still, it is in your very nature to be chaotic, and you find yourself giving Cassandra an affectionate shoulder touch. It’s not at all genuine, but the two of you blush nonetheless. How could you not, when your blood was bound together, hearts made to race in sync?

“Don’t get friendly with me,” Cassandra stammers, unadjusted to the way her pulse pounded. “This isn’t a date. We’re just- it doesn’t matter, actually. As long as it means getting you out of my studio, I don’t care.” With that said, she takes your hand in her own, pulling you towards the exit. If she has any feelings about the soft touch, she hides them well… unlike yourself. Cheeks flushed, you’re half tempted to yank yourself out of her grip, hating the way your heart skips a few beats. Would I still feel this way if I didn’t know we were soulmates? You wonder, biting your lower lip to prevent any unwanted comments from slipping out. Soon enough you’d have art aplenty to distract yourself with. Hopefully.

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“My God, you were not kidding. I don’t- I can’t even think of anything clever to say,” you chime, staring dumbfounded at the several statuettes of naked women. They seemed to fulfill some other purpose, one you couldn’t parse at the moment, but you could hardly think about the details right now. “I mean, good for your mother, for sticking to a theme, I suppose,” you continue, tripping over your own tongue, uncharacteristically quiet. Clearly amused by your flustered display, Cassandra lets out a hearty laugh.

“Good to know some things can shut you up. I’ll have to keep this in mind for next time you bother me,” she teases, light-heartedly. Her words only fluster you more, though they quickly give you room to counter, much to your joy.

“Is that so? Planning on carrying around a busty bust for the rest of your life, or thinking of going the more au naturel route?” You asked, briefly sticking your tongue out at Cassandra. It takes her a moment to understand what you’re getting at, but as soon as she does she’s smacking your arm with an offended huff. Despite her irritation, the blow is relatively soft, and you swear you can see her fighting to hide a smile. “Starting to go soft on me, are you? I hardly even felt that one.”

“So you’d prefer I hit you harder? And to think you called me kinky,” Cassandra fires back, without a hint of hesitation. Now both of you are laughing, softly, like old friends sharing fond memories. It’s… weirdly nice. A warmth fills your chest, even as you try to remind yourself that you shouldn’t be happy right now. Damn it, you think, suddenly frowning, hands clenching. We shouldn’t be having fun banter, back and forth like a real couple. Not when I’ve still got wounds from her hands on my skin. Instinctively you reach up to your face, thumb running over the marks Cassandra’s nails had left behind. The touch stings, bad, no matter how gentle you try to be. Noticing your shift in expression, your soulmate inches closer. “If your wounds are bothering you, I can have one of the servants get more ointment or whatever it is we have around. I don’t want you to-... There’s no reason for you to suffer more than you need to, besides, I don’t want you complaining all day.” Of course she couldn’t bring herself to imply that she cared. Of course. It wasn’t like the two of you were actually capable of being soft for each other, obviously. All of your confusion melts down, boiled by the warmth in your chest, turning to a familiar, albeit painful, rage.

“Right, right! Because you care so fucking much, yeah? What the fuck am I doing? Why am I-” you jab a finger towards her chest, accusatory- “talking to you? Why am I pretending you're not the one who did this to me? You’re the fucking reason my face hurts, my shoulder hurts, my brain-... I can’t stop thinking about everything that happened down there. I can’t get those goddamn images out of my head, every time I close my eyes, every time I look at you. I…” You trail off, chest heaving a little, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Cassandra’s standing tall, unflinching, but there’s a noticeable regret in her expression.

“What. Are. You… going to do about it?” She asks, through clenched teeth, fighting back the full force of her emotions. You can’t tell what exactly she’s feeling, but you know that you want her to show you. Every part of you is itching for a fist fight, regardless of how stupid you know the idea is.

“Depends, dickwad, on whether or not these statuettes are properly secured,” you snap, already moving, fully abandoning all impulse control. By the time your hand grips the first sculpture, Cassandra has put you in a headlock, forcefully tugging you backwards. Panic sets in, making you try to jam your elbows into her stomach. Before long both of you are tumbling to the floor, bodies already aching, limbs flailing wildly in an attempt to hit a target, any target. In the end the air is knocked from your lungs as your head smacks against the ground. “Shit, shit, shit,” you grumble, coughing, finally processing just how much of a dumbass you were. It’s clear that at least one of the previous day’s wounds has reopened, and you feel something wet and sticky on your shirt.

“Finished, asshole?” Cassandra wheezes, sounding dazed, roughly pulling you up by your shirt collar. You nod, refusing to meet her gaze. Then she’s sighing in relief, letting you lean on her for support, holding you surprisingly close, considering the circumstances. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Again…”

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #enemies to friends to lovers #blunt teeth sharp tongue #got some fun banter in this one!#followed immediately by heartbreak #they want to be soft so bad #but they do not know how #i promise they will eventually be soft #you have to remember that this is still less than 24 hours after part 1 #the reader is traumatized

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Haruhi Fujioka||SFW Alphabet

A/N: Making gender neutral Haruhi Fujioka content because she’s criminally underrated in fic

Word Count: 1996

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Haruhi shows her affection by helping you and spending time with you. She’s actually quite affectionate. She’s pretty private with it, especially when the twins are around, but she likes to be held by you, preferring to scoot closer to you to lean her head on your shoulder.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, Haruhi is really good at giving you logical/calm advice . Like she’s very blunt and to the point and it might hurt your feelings a little but she never does it out of ill will. Also Haruhi is the best for doing random hobbies or going to random places because she’s just like oh ok and she won’t make fun of you or anything. Overall a good best friend to vibe with that’s also hella responsible.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Haruhi isn’t really big on cuddling. She doesn’t mind it and she’ll cuddle if you want but she’s not one to initiate. The one exception is during storms, Haruhi won’t even say anything to you, she’ll just walk up to you and let you hold her while she’s shaking until she falls asleep.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Haruhi is literally the spokesperson of domesticity across the world. Ms. girl has a whole recipe book don’t even play. However, while cooking and cleaning were things she picked up out of necessity, she loves you all the more because you do this for her without her even needing to ask.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Haruhi had to break up with you, she’s very solemn about it. It’s almost formulaic like she practiced it 1000x (spoiler alert: she did). She cherishes every moment you both spent together, but she feels it’s best if you remained friends.

F: Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Haruhi really doesn’t care either way about marriage. She’s not super traditional in the sense that marriage is a deal breaker, but if you do have a wedding, she’d like it to be simple, with your closest friends and family. Do be warned that Ranka will be slightly butt-hurt if you don’t get married, however the fight between her and Tamaki on who gets to walk Haruhi down the aisle is probably worth getting married.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically and emotionally, Haruhi is very gentle and attentive. Physically, she’s very gentle, mainly because she’s unsure of what you’re okay with and the both of you are just getting a feeling for what you want. However, later on in your relationship, she’s still gentle but she gives her affection a lot more openly in a way that’s still secretive, like placing a kiss on your cheek and walking away like nothing happened. Emotionally, Haruhi is very attentive to the emotions of those around her, even if that person is very private or generally good at hiding their emotions.

H: Hugs( Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

Haruhi is fine with hugs, she doesn’t really initiate them but she’ll just stand there and let you hug her if you need to. The only time she doesn’t like hugs is when they lead to her being the center of attention and getting hugs from behind. Please don’t hug her from behind, it reminds her of when she got thrown in the ocean during the beach episode and she’s also afraid you might pick her up.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

It takes Haruhi quite some time to confess her love to you because admittedly she’s a little dense when it comes to her own feelings. Once she realizes it, it’s all a matter of the perfect time.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

Haruhi’s jealousy is kinda deadpan. Like when she gets jealous, her face just goes blank and she just looks like ‘-_-’ the whole time. She’s silent and won’t make a fuss about it, even if the two of you are alone, but the whole time, she’s making that face until the person she’s jealous of goes away.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Haruhi’s kisses are polite in a way. She kisses like she’s grateful for the opportunity, she does get a little needy when pulling away. She’s always going on and on about how she could kiss you forever.

L: Little ones (How are they around children)

Around kids, Haruhi is honestly like the best. She’s very practical,, responsible, and pretty good at tuning out things that annoy her (read, the entire Ouran Highschool Host Club minus Mori) so she makes for a good babysitter and an even better parent. She’s also very attentive when it comes to kids, she doesn’t quite have the intuition for it but she has a determination and a willingness to learn.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Haruhi are very sweet. Haruhi and you will get up and make a meal together, even if it’s something simple like toast, Haruhi loves spending time with you, and what better way to do it than a slow morning.

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Haruhi are nice, they’re sweet and slow. Haruhi will brew you both a thing of peppermint or chamomile tea and then you’ll be out like a light before you even know it. That’s when the real battle starts. Haruhi can and will snatch the covers from you and she’s surprisingly strong for someone unconscious. Good luck on recovering that blanket friend.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Haruhi is pretty open already. She is a natural after all, any vulnerabilities she has have been shared and any concerns have been brought up to you as her s/o

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Haruhi’s patience is going to get a 76% rating. She does mind her business and make an effort not to be involved in certain things, but drama and mess always seem to just find her. Haruhi does not like messiness or any form of foolishness or buffoonery at all, she doesn’t care for it and is quick to anger when she comes across it.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Haruhi remembers things about you in order of like responsibility. So she’s like memorizing your allergies, your emergency contacts, clothes and shoe size, etc. like she’s almost like a parent in that regard. She does it almost unconsciously too like one day you’ll be out at some street fair and she’s like “oh no Y/N that’ll trigger your allergies” without even missing a beat like it’s almost terrifying sometimes.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Her favorite moment in your relationship is when you got tickets for you both to go to a butterfly garden and you proceeded to spend about 20 minutes hyping Haruhi up on her outfit before you even left for the sanctuary. Once you both got there, you took so many pictures of Haruhi surrounded by flowers and butterflies, and honestly she looked ethereal. But that day with you she smiled and laughed so much that her face was a little sore when she got home.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

Please protect this girl, she’s so sweet. Haruhi protects you by just sort of checking on your needs. The way she needs/ deserves to be protected is the real focus. Of course the general looking out for each other, but if you protect Haruhi like emotionally and she’s yours for life. A a kid, despite her dad’s best efforts, Haruhi wasn’t exactly protected, she had to do a lot of fending for herself and her dad, and she doesn’t resent him for that, but it does affect the way she thinks. So if you can prove that you’re a constant source of support for her,,,

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

In terms of her gifts, and any anniversaries, Haruhi is extremely thoughtful. Even if she doesn’t have much money she still plans meticulously to make sure you have the best day. Her gifts tend to lean on the more practical side as opposed to the fanciful side but if she’s able to, she’ll still try to get you something like a charm bracelet. In terms of dates, Haruhi is still meticulous but most of your dates are you two doing some task but together. She tries very hard though to make time in her day for you even if you both only get to spend an hour or 2 together.

U: Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs? (I’m gonna add arguments here because they aren’t on the prompt list I found))

A bad habit Haruhi has is that she tends to downplay serious issues. She tends to downplay her own issues but on occasion she does tend to downplay your feelings. Not intentionally of course, but you’ll be upset and she’ll just go “Y/N, that seems really small to be so upset about” in that deadpan tone. She does work on it though, but her tendency to downplay issues does cause arguments between you two.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Haruhi puts in enough effort to impress you. She’s not big on being ‘vain’ but she does like to look nice for you.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not at all, in fact, one of Haruhi’s favorite parts of your relationship is that fact that you can both spend time apart and still want to come back home to each other. As much as she loves you, she still has other things in life that she wants outside of you. It fills her with the greatest sense of joy to know that you both have each other’s back and are there for each other after everything.

X: (E)xes (Any previous relationship experience. How does that factor into your current relationship?)

Haruhi canonically has 0 relationship experience and it’s completely her fault. She’s just very goal-oriented and a little oblivious romantically so she can’t really tell when someone likes her unless they tell her at which point she informs them that she’s got shit to do.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner)

In general, it takes a lot for Haruhi to genuinely dislike someone as a person. She’s pretty level headed so it takes a lot for her emotions to override her ,mind like that. She tends to have character traits that are more of a no than people that she doesn’t like, a few things get her mad though, are inconsiderateness, thinking the world revolves around you, and of course, rich people.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

You got Haruhi a sleeping mask with her initials on them and she sleeps with it pretty much every night. Like she has a schedule, it’s part of her night time routine there’s no going back now, even if she’s going on vacation, she’ll triple-check to make sure she’s grabbed it.

#ohshc imagines #ohshc x reader #ohshc haruhi x reader #haruhi x reader #haruhi fujioka x reader #gn reader #x black reader #idontblushsrry

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hufflepuffhollander · 3 years

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drive-in: tom holland one-shot

a/n | in honor of hitting 700 followers and also getting my real life heart broken and needing my unproblematic fictional boyfriend back, here’s an oldie from the drafts.✌🏻 enjoy kiddos

cw | language, angst, a lil smut, teasing banter, fluff! 1.5k words.

“Mmm, darling, let me at you,” Tom mumbled against your lips as you lightly squeezed his shoulders, his hands fidgeting with the hem of your shorts, trying to wriggle them down. Just as he’d made some progress, you heard a loud snicker on the other side of your door.

You pulled your face away from Tom’s and averted your gaze to the front of the room, where you could see two pairs of socks in the crevice between the floor and the door, standing on the other side. Without letting you dismantle from him, he grabbed the nearest pillow and flung it at the wall. “Fuck off, you pervs!” The kid-like chuckles coming from the socks continued.

The sudden interruption had killed the mood, so you just sat in Tom’s lap on his bed and laid your head against his chest, sighing. “Can’t they get a job?”

Tom combed a hand of fingers through your hair. “They do have jobs; they’re professional cockblocks.”

“And they need to work from home?”

“Everybody does, baby. We’re all stuck inside.”

“...right.”

You had to keep shifting around on Tom’s lap, uncomfortable from the sudden lack of pressure of his hands wandering over you. He had just gotten back from a press tour, you’d barely had any alone time with him since—and you were both getting pretty tired of not being able to rip each other’s clothes off like you’d wanted to since the moment he walked through the front door. Finally, you have a couple minutes to sneak away from the roommates you’re stuck quarantining with, and what do they do but follow you to Tom’s bedroom like absolute creeps. Creeps that seem to have a vendetta against you getting off. You’d spent too much time hanging out with them while Tom was gone, and now they were far too comfortable meddling in your personal life.

“How long do you think it’ll be til we’re actually alone again?” you asked, tracing over the freckles on his shoulders.

“I have no idea,” he sighed, falling back onto the pillows. “Who knows how long this will all last.”

“We might have to get pretty creative then, because I’m getting a little-”

“Thirsty?”

You smacked Tom’s arm as he giggled at you.

“I was going to say impatient.”

“So...horny.”

You pouted at him. “Can you blame me for missing you?”

He kissed your cheek and then your nose. “No, love, I missed you too. And if those idiots weren’t within earshot, I would’ve already had you screaming my name three times over by now.”

You kissed him back. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

Long, countless days went by, the two of you stuck inside with Harrison, Tuwaine and Harry, trying to find a balance between friend time and couple time but failing miserably. The boys had made a bet behind your back on how long they could go before hearing you and Tom having sex through the walls, and they took their gambling way too seriously. It had been too long.

Seeing an ad for a distanced drive-in movie night being hosted at a nearby park, you jumped on the opportunity, convincing Tom to come with just so you could get out of the house. The night finally came, and you flicked off the group of boys as they shouted after you for leaving the bubble, more than ready for a good old fashioned date night.

“They really do hate us,” you chuckled as you zoomed away.

“Nah, babe, they love us—they’re just jealous we didn’t invite them.” He placed his hand on your own and squeezed it, playing with your fingers for the extent of the drive to the park, just as excited as you to get some one-on-one time.

You cozied up in the backseat of the car with Tom, wrapped in fuzzy blankets you’d brought with and watching Titanic on the large screen set up in the grass in front of where you parked. You were intently focused on the movie, as it was one of your favorites, but Tom spent half the time looking at you, feeling you breathe, smiling at the top of your head nestled into his arms.

Up on the screen, Jack and Rose were in that carriage car on the boat, finally getting their big sex scene, starting to steam up the windows. You turned to Tom as you felt him laughing and shaking his head at the movie.

“What’s so funny?”

He pointed at the screen like the characters would be able to hear him. “So unrealistic, isn’t it?”

“Not really, people have sex in cars all the time.”

“No, no, I mean the windows. How did they get so foggy so fast? There’s no way that happens in real life.”

You were suddenly very interested in what Tom had to say and raised an eyebrow as you spoke. “Tom, have you never gotten laid in a car?”

You could see him turn pink with embarrassment through the light emanating off of the movie screen. “I have no comment.”

You nudged him and started to giggle. “Oh my god, you totally haven’t.”

He made an overly dramatic defensive expression at you. “And you have?”

“Actually, yes.”

Tom’s eyes widened a little as he saw where the conversation was headed. Maybe he’d brought it all up intentionally because he felt so deprived of your body, maybe not—but if he had, he was a damn genius, because it was working.

“And it does get that steamy, if you’re doing it right.”

“I guess I’d just have to see for myself.”

He’d barely finished his sentence before you climbed onto him and firmly planted your lips on his. It usually didn’t take much for him to get you excited, just his husky voice and the right lighting; you hadn’t realized until now how pent up you were.

“God, take your clothes off,” he huffed out, wasting no time in getting to work nipping over your skin as it was revealed.

“Charming,” you laughed, working your hands up his torso to get his shirt off too, Tom wincing as you did.

“Oooh, y/n, your hands are so cold!”

“Deal with it, Holland, I’ve waited too long to be stopped by cold hands.”

Tom was getting more riled up by the second, pushing you into the back of the driver’s seat behind you and speaking impossibly low in your ear. “I need you bad.”

“Take me then.”

You’d managed to get practically naked after doing some pretzeling in the backseat, Tom pulling you on top of him again. You tried to get into it but it didn’t last long—the seat was too close to your knees for you to get at a good angle, and you had to duck so your head didn’t hit the roof of the car.

“Okay, maybe lying down-?” Tom pushed your back into the seats, hovering on top and immediately sinking himself into you the moment he got the chance. You took a sharp inhale and already felt a dizzying high.

“God, finally...”

Tom took a few slow, heavy thrusts into you. “Missed you so much baby,” he leaned down to kiss you, your bodies already sticky with sweat from the heat in the car.

Tom suddenly stopped his rhythm and made a face, trying to shift himself around. “What’s wrong?” you asked, whining at the loss of him.

“I barely have room to move my legs,” he groaned, your fingernails still claws on his biceps, begging him to come back.

“Make it work? Just don’t stop fucking me, please,” you pulled his neck back down to bite his bottom lip, knowing that always drives him crazy.

“Fuck, I know, let me try something...” he found another sweet spot and was suddenly filling you up again, his flushed breaths and small mews making you smile underneath him. It wasn’t graceful, but you made it happen.

You came together as Jack and Rose professed their love for each other, making the romantic scene all too fitting. Tom moved to give you space to sit up, putting his face in his hands and sounding defeated. “Car sex looks a lot easier in the movies.”

You giggled at him and put your clothes back on before someone peeped into the now-clouded window. “Told you it gets steamy.”

Arriving back home later, Harrison and Harry sat at the kitchen table looking like two angry parents about to lecture their teenager on keeping curfew. They stared as you and Tom came in together with arms wrapped around each other, skin looking happily flushed, faces practically glowing.

“What’s got you two lovebirds so happy?” Harrison asked.

“Oh, it was just a really good movie,” Tom smiled, taking your hand and leading you back to his bedroom. “We’re wiped. Goodnight!” he promptly shut the door and laughed with you at Harrison’s puzzled face.

Harry walked over and peered down the hallway. “Goodnight? But it’s barely past sundown-”

Harrison patted him on the shoulder. “I’m afraid you might owe me a few quid, bud.”

Harry stayed confused. “Why?”

Tuwaine appeared from his room, pulling his gaming headphones aside to yell his reply down the hallway. “They fucked, you div!”

Harry connected the dots and looked like he was going to be sick. “Ugh, gross! That’s my brother!”

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hrwinter · 4 years

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pre-dating supercorp where lena knows how often kara stares at her boobs and she realises that she really enjoys eliciting that reaction from her. Basically coquettish lena who's holding back on making them an official thing bc she wants to enjoy this period of flirting and being chased after

I made this a coffee shop AU, too. I’ve never done one of those, and I feel like it should be some sort of fanfic author rite of passage.

—

“Oh shit,” Lena curses. “There she is.”

Without warning, she drops below the register, reaching indiscreetly under her shirt.

“Lena, this is becoming shameless,” Sam judges from above.

“Just block me from James, won’t you?”

The coffee shop is lax, but even Lena’s not bold enough to push their ‘uniform requirements’ to the very limit on this balmy, Tuesday afternoon.

“Why are you still torturing this poor woman? She seems nice,” Sam whines, but despite the defense, she steps in front of Lena and covers her view of their manager.

“Torture?” Lena balks, unsnapping her bra. “Please, she loves it.”

“It’s cruel.”

“Done,” she hisses a second later, ignoring Sam and plucking her bra out from under her shirt. She stuffs it unceremoniously into an empty, clean coffee cup below the counter.

Lena snaps upright just as Kara sweeps into the shop. She’s a vision in a long beige coat. Her blonde hair glows butter yellow in the dying sun. Kara’s eyes meet hers, and there’s an ephemeral smile there, a smile that’s just woken up, taken it’s first breath of something sweet, and exhaled. Then, her eyes glance down. Lena’s let her apron fall to her hips, revealing her t-shirt. It’s thin, gauzy, and borderline threadbare. It’s intentional. WhenLena poses her hands on her hips, her nipples peak through.

Kara tenses, she pinkens. She doesn’t stop walking towards the counter. She also doesn’t mark the elderly woman crossing her path. She doesn’t notice the clutched steaming hot mug of coffee, the woman’s look of rapt anticipation. Kara keeps coming, eyes still trained downward, unflapping from a clear collision course.

It’s absolute pandemonium.

“I feel guilty,” Sam says with a resigned sigh. Kara’s nearly bowled the old woman over and coffee’s splattered over the floor, the walls, like an arterial crime scene. James rushes over to help, to appease with his easy, confident smile.

“I feel like an accomplice to your crime.”

Lena merely smirks, flush with victory. She pulls her apron back up and over her shoulders.

“Your breasts need an insurance policy. Look at the mayhem they’ve caused.”

Lena watches the scene thoughtfully.

“What are the chances I could wear my apron over just my bra without getting fired?”

“Slim to none.”

“Shame.”

—

It hadn’t always been like this. It had started out fairly innocuous. Kara’s a regular. She’d been coming into The Sentient Bean like clockwork on Tuesdays and Thursdays for almost a year. She teaches for a graduate program at the campus nearby, that much Lena has figured out. She’s polite to the staff, dreamy in her comments about the pastries, and charming by all accounts. Plus, she’s gorgeous in a homegrown, corn fed, Midwest manners kind of way.

But.

Lena’s also discovered by a happy accident that Kara, the hapless lesbian, is highly prone to giving in to temptation. What started out as Lena playing absently with the long chain of her necklace on one slow afternoon at the shop quickly progressed to Lena intentionally touching her exposed collarbone. It became Lena wearing thin fabric and bright pink bras. It became mesh tops and plunging necklines. It became Kara’s complete inability to function.

What can she say? Lena enjoys Kara’s Pavlovian response.

“It’s honestly a little desperate,” Sam condemns.

“It’s called foreplay, Samantha. Understandable you haven’t heard of it, being heterosexual and all–”

“Stop talking,” Sam holds up a hand.

After that, they’re busy busing tables and whipping up cappuccinos for a few bleary-eyed, sleep deprived college students.

“Why don’t you just leave her your number?” Sam wanders back over to her, dropping dirty cups into the wash basin.

“Are you kidding? And ruin the mystery? This is the best part.”

Sam taps her finger nails on the counter, nonplussed.

“Come on,” Lena continues. “You know the second I give her my number, she’ll call, and then I’ll find out something terrible like she’s a drug addict or an art student or secretly obsessed with toe nails.”

“Or she’ll find out your last name and reject you?”

Lena doesn’t comment.

“Just let me have my fun,” she pouts.

“Fine, fine. But I’m not taking her order this time,” she shoves off the counter right as Kara enters the shop. “I feel like a voyeur with the way she watches you make her drink,” she grumbles.

Lena shrugs. Fine by her. More face time with Kara. Sam knows she’ll get elbowed in the kidney, too, if she tries to make Kara’s drink.

“Hi Kara,” Lena greets, licking her lips. Kara smiles, eyes flicking down.

“Uh-hi,” she falters hands reaching to clench at the counter as if that will keep her steady.

Lena hasn’t even worn anything too outrageous today. Just the same long silver chained necklace that started it all. It disappears into the cleavage of her tight black shirt, and she has her hair braided, all twelve ear piercings in. The sleeve of her tattoo winds up her left forearm. She’s looking innocent and modest, if you ask her.

But she can tell Kara doesn’t see it that way. There’s an awkward beat where the unfortunate soul seems to momentarily forget why she’s there.

“White mocha?” Lena supplies.

“Oh-uh-yes, please.”

Lena saunters to the espresso machine, prepping to make the drink. Her jeans are black (and tight), too. She can feel Kara’s eyes on her ass like a hot brand.

“How-how much?” Kara chokes out.

“On the house,” Lena swivels her head to smile. Kara’s eyes flick up. Lena winks.

Somewhere in the background, Sam groans.

Kara doesn’t hear it, moving to wait near the stir sticks, watching Lena’s hands work with a trained proficiency. There’s an intensity to her interest that has Lena blushing slightly, and when she goes to hand Kara the drink, their fingers brush.

“Bye Lena,” Kara waves, walking backwards. She also does a clumsy peace sign, too.

“Please put that poor girl out of her misery,” Sam whispers from behind Lena.

—

Lena’s not ready for Kara to come in on a Monday morning. She’s dressed to code. Her makeup’s not on. She’s enraptured in a heavy daytime fantasy about getting back into bed. She and Sam had gone out last night, and she can still taste the pickle shots on the back of her tongue. She has bad breath, looks like hammered shit, and probably smells like a stained bar pool table.

So, naturally, there her crush is, frazzled and positively harassed as she comes rushing up to the counter.

“Look, Lena, my sister said I just can’t wait any longer, and I was wondering if–”

Her eyes glance up for the first time, roving over Lena’s outfit.

“Why are you dressed like that?“

“Huh?” Lena asks after a beat, deciding to play dumb. “Like what?”

“You’re–you’re dressed like,” she waves her finger at the two other employees in the shop. “Everyone else.”

“What do you mean? I do work here—”

“No!” Kara nearly shouts, and Lena can’t help but let a smile break.

“So, you have been doing that on purpose?” Kara asks, sounding adorably persecuted.

“Maybe,” Lena hushes, leaning across the counter and into Kara’s personal space. She can smell a perfume then, maybe a shampoo or a lotion. Lena wants to fold herself into it forever.

Kara takes a huge breath, breathes out, and Lena can feel it on her lips.

“Go out with me.”

She smiles.

“Okay.”

#supercorp #fic #anon prompt #coffee shop AU #lena creating chaos with her assets #hr's askhole

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Mornings with Nagito

Mod Mikan: For the lovely @mrsjenkinspendragon that won 1st place in my 100 follower raffle! Congrats again, love! I didn’t know exactly what to write, so I bring you fluffy morning headcanons! I hope you enjoy! I’m also sorry this turned out kinda short!

-Living with Eva’s beloved boyfriend, Nagito Komaeda, meant that there was never a day where surprises or adventures took place. Even a simple, lazy mornings like the one today, was filled with bliss and joy from the two lovers tangled in each other’s limbs, smiling in their sleep. Who knows? Maybe they were having dreams about each other

-The day would usually start off with Nagito waking up. He’d smile down at his angel, who was still fast asleep in her side of their shared bed. He ran a lanky hand through her locks, muttering a praise about her beauty. God, he was truly a lucky man. She was friendly, energetic, bright, honest, and beautiful! What was there not to adore about her?

-He felt his long-term girlfriend shift in her sleep, twisting her body towards Nagito’s side. With her eyes still closed, she let out the cutest sigh that filled her boyfriend’s ears like smooth classical music, sending a swift wave of serotonin to his brain. His adorable smile grew into a wider one, as he pressed his chapped lips onto her forehead

-He twisted his head to see the time on the wall clock, both hands signaling that it was exactly 6:45 am. A sigh of relief escaped his breath, relieved that he still had some time left before his beloved hope woke up. With caution, he creeped out of their shared bed, the squeaking of the mattress filling the empty space of their bedroom. However, the sleepy actress was still snoozing lightly, pulling the sheets towards her body

-Practically throwing on his jacket, the white haired male couldn’t help but mentally laugh at the delightful sight of his angel sleeping. She was always one to take advantage of the weekends and sleep in He thought to himself, zipping up his loafers. Still proceeding with wariness, he grabbed his keys and exited their bedroom, making his way towards his car that was parked in the basement of their apartment building

-What could Eva’s hope obsessed boyfriend be up to this morning? Well, as stated before, mornings with Nagito almost always contained a spontaneous shocker that awaited the actress, whether it would be waking up to gifts surrounding the bed, maybe a few love letters and notes that could easily pass for Nagito’s future wedding vows. Sometimes, Nagito would order breakfast for her and amaze her with a small ‘breakfast-in-bed’ date, with an even more serene day to follow with the already rapturous morning

-”Hmmm?” A soft mummer escaped from the Ultimate actress’s lips, follower by a soft hand rubbing her groggy eyes. Eva looked around the bed she shared with her boyfriend, but disappointment filled her as she found his side of the bed empty. However, that despondency only lasted a second, as it was rapidly replaced with confusion. She may have not seen her boyfriend, but she found a small note that contain a neatly written letter in blue ink. She grabbed the note, mumbling what it said under her breath

Come to the living room, my beloved hope! I have a surprise for you

-Nagito ♥️

-A smile crept upon Eva’s beautiful face. Dating Nagito came with many bombshells, both good and bad. Sometimes, Nagito’s luck would’ve put a damper on surprise dates or presents that the infamous luckster put a tremendous amount of effort in creating. Nevertheless, there were the good surprises that certainly made up for the downfalls. Especially as time went on, the relationship became more stable and Nagito’s luck didn’t effect him or his girlfriend as much as it did in the beginning. Pushing aside the bad/unlucky days where Nagito needed time to himself, they were deemed ‘the softest and cutest couple alive’. Or well....Sonia and Mahiru squealed and enthused that they were the most adorable pair of lovebirds they’ve seen

-Smiling to herself with these thoughts in mind, Eva straightened out the oversized hoodie that once belonged to her boyfriend, now acting as her pjs for most nights. She allowed her body one last stretch before heading to the designated area

-When she finally arrived, her rubbed her eyes one last time before focusing her field of vision on her boyfriend lying on their couch. Surrounding him was a bunch of presents wrapped in cyan wrapping paper, tied with black bows. Two frail hands covered a pair of pink lips that curled into a smile, along with tears streaming from her face. Before Eva could say anything, Nagito rushed up to her, wiping the forming tears from her face

-”Love,” He smiled gently, pressing a gentle kiss onto her forehead. He pulled back, looking as beautiful as ever with his ever-so calming expression. A veiny hand rummaged through the front pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a small brown box

-”Don’t cry, my hope. I got you these presents cause I wanted to make you happy. And I wanted to hand present this to you personally,” A joyous chuckle left Nagito’s lips, as he finished his explanation. His girlfriend sniffled back her remaining salty tears before nodding quietly, bliss overfilling her body. If she didn’t beam with hope from the sweet message Nagito left on his side of the bedroom, this certainly made Eva feel like she was on cloud nine--Nagito was known for his unbidden actions. A great deal of the time, they ended with laughter, pleasure, and overall joy between the lovebirds

-Eva’s eyes focused on the box presented to her. When Nagito opened the lid, a gasp of surprise left her lips, seeing a pair of funky looking earrings. Eva was guilty of having a collection filled with cooky, weird earrings. She thought it was strange, but her white haired boyfriend laughed and assured her he thought it was cute. Another quirk that made him love his shining ray of hope even more

-The earrings Nagito bought were shaped like hot dogs, hanging from a small silver hook. She carefully removed one earrings, allowing the warm polyester clay to dangle eye-level towards her. She giggled, blushing at her guilty pleasure. But Nagito kept his collected demeanor in the form of a smirk, crossing his arms

-”You seem to really like them. I’m so glad, my hope. But I have more gifts,” He motioned his hand towards the rest of the boxes that still rested on the couch. Eva couldn’t contain the happiness that continued to swell up inside of her. The dam that was containing her delight burst and she suddenly trapped Nagito in a tight embrace, squeezing him until he was pale, even for his usual white skinned complexation

-”Nagito....” She muttered, her delicate voice a bit muzzled from her face buried in the green fabric of his jacket. She pulled back, playing with a red hoodie string before turning to lock her eyes with her boyfriend’s green orbs. The hopeful beam that Nagito adored so much on the ultimate’s face shone even brighter. He couldn’t help but run a lanky hand through her messy locks, affection painted on his sunny face

-”Thank you...” She managed to choke out, still trying to come to terms that Nagito was the perfect man. The perfect partner for her, at least. Yes, Nagito did have his flaws, his luck cycle, but he always tried his best to make up for his...complicated nature. And it was definitely worth it, seeing at the end of the day, he could build hope for the two of them from the despair he unintentionally (or sometimes intentionally) brought upon them. But it all worked out in the end, for the happy couple was still in their loving hug, holding each other in their arms

-Speaking of, still in Nagito’s arms, Eva was brought to the couch, sitting down near the other boxes that contained small presents of hope (as Nagito liked to call his unprompted offerings). The infamous luckster rested his face on his fist, eager to see his hope’s expression as she one-by-one went through the presents that he worked so hard to prepare for her. After all, nothing was too good for his hope

-What could these gifts be? Was it really a surprise that a good amount of these presents were movie DVD’s, manga, broadway charm bracelets, and notebooks covered with glittery covers decorated in gold star stickers? Eva was known for being the ultimate actress, after all! She loved watching movies as much as she enjoyed starring in them. Part time, Nagito noticed her love for anime and writing showing through her side hobbies. He couldn’t help but snicker a bit, seeing a giddy actress flip through the pages of the new Black Butler manga

-”You really like them?” Nagito asked his girlfriend, scooting closer to her. All Eva did was hug him once again, nodding rapidly. She was too in shock from all the kind gestures her boyfriend showed through his actions. It wasn’t a secret he was big on praises and compliments, but Nagito’s other love language, gift-giving, was just as fluent as his verbally admiration. Still, surprising his lover in gifts wasn’t something new to the couple. In fact, it was quite often that it wouldn’t have been consider a surprise at this point. Still, the marshmallowed haired man never fazed to amaze Eva

-”I’ll take that as a yes,” He let out another laugh, cuddling his skinny frame close his hope. Eva rested her head upon his shoulder, wanting to stay in this position forever. But they knew that they have to spend the day together and cherish another great morning by making the most of it

-”Come on, my hope. How about I order some breakfast for us and you pick out a movie?” He offered, already seeing Eva reach for Avengers: Endgame. The actress flashed a grin at him, leaning to peck his cheek as a subtle signal of agreement

-”You always know how to start off a great morning, babe,” She winked, earning a pink blush on Nagito’s face, as he reached for the phone

-Yep. Mornings with Nagito was almost always something special

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Hitch Me To The One I Love (Supercorp Hitch AU), part 1

Supercorp Hitch AU where Kara is a dating "consultant" who helps her clients, mostly useless gays, get the girl. She's got a little bit of a chip on her shoulder, because her ex-girlfriend, Siobhan cheated on her when she was still a gullible and vulnerable kid in college (I'm imagining a scene where Siobhan derides her by saying that she's "out of Kara's league").

Since then, Kara's kind of made it her mission to help her fellow gays avoid the same heartbreak she experienced. She's a hopeless romantic, who believes that everyone should have a chance to get the person of their dreams, even if they're "out of their league". She's clever about it so no one ever traces anything back to her, and her dorky charm and sunny demeanor keeps people from connecting her with this "Supergirl" matchmaker that everyone keeps talking about. She's made a lot of successful matches, and all her clients are grateful to her, and they pass her business along by word of mouth.

Enter Veronica Sinclair.

Kara goes to meet her, thinking she's another ordinary client, but when Kara sees her, she immediately knows something's off, because Veronica is stunning, sultry and confident in an eat-you-alive kind of way. There's no way she needs help getting a girl - any girl, or anyone for that matter. Then Veronica starts telling her about this woman she wants to pursue.

"She's.... something else. There's always been something elusive about her. We were at boarding school together, briefly. We never got along then. But now.... Now, things are different. The stakes are higher. She never returns my calls, won't even look my way. It's infuriating! I've been trying to fuck her for years--"

Kara chokes. "Excuse me??"

"Fuck her," Veronica says with a catty smile at Kara's spluttering. "Rail her until she can't walk the next day. Bend her over her desk and break her in half. Have her on her knees with my fingers in her mouth. I really don't know why I need to explain this to you. You're supposed to be the professional."

"I think you may have misunderstood what I do." Kara tries to storm off, but Veronica catches her by the arm.

"I think you may have misunderstood who you're talking to." Veronica murmurs, low and dangerous. "I'm not the sort of person people say no to. People can wince, cry or beg, but eventually, they do what I want. "

Before she can finish her threat, Kara has her in an armlock, and Veronica's face is pushed up against a wall. "And I'm not really the sort of person who likes to touch or be touched without permission. I'm all about consent, y'know."

Kara lets her go with a forced cheery smile before storming out.

_________

Lena, on the other hand, is the reclusive CEO of L-Corp. Her dating life is nonexistent, because she's married to her work, and trying to repair the shambles of the company her brother almost bankrupted with his schemes.

She had her gay awakening in boarding school, secretly staring at Veronica Sinclair's profile in biology class, and watching her smoke under the bleachers from afar. Lena as a schoolgirl was much too focused on escaping everyone else's radar that she and Veronica didn't interact much, but when they did, they didn't get along. Veronica was too much like a snake for Lena's liking - beautiful to look at, but venomous and deadly.

So when Veronica begins displaying an interest in her, Lena avoids her as much as she can. It's not that difficult, she's the CEO of a multinational conglomerate after all.

Things change when Veronica begins to.... court her. Or whatever version of it Veronica is capable of - which, coming from Veronica, feels more like coercion than courtship.

Veronica keeps sending gifts to L-Corp, and when Lena ignores or returns them, she begins making donations to Lena's various charities and sends her extensive (and admittedly sometimes dubious) contacts Lena's way whenever she gets wind that Lena has need of them for whatever innovation she plans to develop next.

She conveniently runs into Lena, at galas and fundraisers, and other various events that Lena mostly goes to just to keep up appearances. Every time, Veronica is there, scorching Lena with dark, heavy-lidded eyes.

And Lena is only human.

It's nice to have all this positive attention when all her life she's lived under the shadow of her family's infamy, especially when she's been dragged by everyone recently after what Lex did.

And she will admit, it.... it feels nice to be desired after being scorned for years, especially by someone she had stared at and wanted for years as a girl.

She gives in and agrees to a drink. One drink. That ends up with her bent over her kitchen counter, panting against the marble while Veronica fucks her from behind.

Veronica doesn't stay the night. Nor does she answer any phone calls the next day. When Lena finds out that one of the contacts Veronica had sent her way backed out from an important project at Veronica's insistence, she deletes Veronica's number from her phone.

When scandalous pictures of Lena and Veronica in a very clearly compromised position are released by the tabloids, she grits her teeth and takes the hit from the board of investors. Then she downs two glasses of her heaviest scotch in quick succession before drinking it straight from the bottle.

Jess, ever the efficient assistant, gathers as much information as she can on Veronica for retaliation. That’s when she first hears about “Supergirl”, this elusive dating consultant who, from what Jess gleaned from Veronica’s circles, supposedly connects people with women they want to sleep with.

She almost doesn’t tell Lena. But Jess knows her well, and she knows Lena would rather know the truth. So Jess tells her, and hands her the nondescript little blue and red business card with an anonymous phone number on it.

Lena looks down at it, the muscles of her jaw twitching even if the rest of her face is still. When Jess leaves, she throws it in the trash, and throws herself back into work.

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Fast forward a year later, Kara meets Lena when she acquires tickets to an L-Corp event for one of her clients. She’s there mostly for surveillance and as back-up for her client, in case she’s needed, but she spots Lena drinking alone at the bar.

Kara sits down next to her with a smile. Lena politely nods back before she goes back to nursing her own drink.

Kara keeps studying her, even though Lena pointedly ignores her, and out of the blue, Kara tips her glass at her and grins. “I bet you a date I can make you laugh.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You look like you could use a laugh right now. I bet you one date that I can make you laugh.”

“Excuse me--”

“Hear me out. My terms are simple. If I can make you laugh, I get to take you out on a date. Preferably somewhere as far away as we can get from this stuffy shindig. It’s a win-win for you. Your mood gets better, and you get to see me out of my suit.” Kara leans in with a conspiratorial grin. “‘Cause if you think I look good in a suit and tie, trust me, I look much better in jeans and a t-shirt. ”

“Oh, really?” Lena’s expression morphs from one of surprise to amusement. “And what do I get if I win?”

“Well...” Kara’s grin goes wider, and she intentionally drops her eyes to Lena’s lips. Lena’s mouth parts a little, but instead of moving forward, Kara plops the small tub of maraschino cherries from the bar in front of her. “I’ll share these with you. And if you knew me, you would know what a big deal it is that I’m even offering to share food with you.”

The corner of Lena’s lips lifts into a small smile. “Deal.”

She offers a hand out for Kara’s to shake, and Kara takes it in hers. Kara’s hand is warm, calloused and long-fingered. Lena quite likes the feel of it, but she’d rather die than admit it. Just like she’d rather die than give Kara a laugh.

The next half-hour is spent with Kara using the worst pick-up lines on her, each progressively worse than the next, in an effort to make Lena laugh.

“Do you believe in love at first sight—or should I walk by again?”

“I'm no photographer, but I can picture us together.“

Lena shakes her head. “God, you are bad at this.”

“Well, can you blame me? You’re so beautiful you made me forget my pickup line." Kara winks, and Lena bites her lip to keep from smiling too much.

“Here’s another one -- Is this the Hogwarts Express? Because it feels like you and I are headed somewhere magical.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “Oh God, and you’re a nerd.” She neglects to mention that she’s probably a bigger nerd than this girl.

“Do you like Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me!” Lena almost grins too widely at that one, but she schools her expression.

“Are you the SAT? Because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a ten minute break in the middle for snacks.”

Lena takes a sip of her whiskey to hide her smile. “I finished mine in under two hours, so...”

“Well, I’m no mathematician, but I’m pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, give me yours and watch what I can do with it.”

“Can I follow you where you’re going right now? Because I was always told to follow my dreams.”

By now, Lena’s struggling not to smile too much. Her mood has definitely improved, thanks to this nosy yet attractive blonde with the sparkling blue eyes and the irrepressible grin.

When Kara tries her next pick-up line “Didn’t I see you on the cover of CatCo magazine?” Lena finally laughs. Kara’s face lights up and she does a fist-pump.

“You probably did, I was on the cover last January.” Lena holds out her hand again. “Lena Luthor.”

The other woman grins widely, irresistibly. “Kara Danvers.”

“I guess I owe you a date, Kara Danvers.” Lena smiles as she rises from her seat. Just before she leaves, she slides the tub of cherries back toward Kara.

“Just so you know, I’m allergic to cherries.”

__________

Their first date is a disaster.

Hordes of paparazzi attempt to follow them, all eager for the scoop on “Lena Luthor’s new lady love”, and Lena’s security team deems it unsafe for them to go to the gallery Kara knows Lena would have loved.

Instead, they stay holed up in Lena’s office, and Kara orders in Big Belly Burger while she pulls up pictures of the art made by the trans street artist that the gallery was featuring. One of her old clients, though she doesn’t mention it to Lena.

But Lena sits beside her on the white couch, heels off, feet tucked under her, humming in appreciation as the two of them pore over the young artist’s work. They spend hours on the couch, talking and laughing, shoulders barely touching. The date ends with Lena enthusiastically purchasing many of the artist’s pieces, while Kara studies her with a small smile on her face.

The next date is no better.

To avoid the paparazzi, Kara decides that they should stay in again. She painstakingly sets up a private dinner at the rooftop of L-Corp -- with the help of Jess, who has now been recruited into her operations -- complete with Lena’s favorite food, a trail of candles, and Lena’s favorite flowers.

Unfortunately, the weather report that morning betrays Kara, and the skies suddenly open up in a heavy downpour, leaving her drenched like a drowned rat with nothing but doused candles and a water-logged meal.

Kara sulks, frustrated and disappointed, looking at the mess that was half a day’s efforts. The small bouquet of plumerias she had been planning to give Lena wilts, sodden in her hand. She’s a little startled when an umbrella suddenly appears over her head, and she turns to see Lena surveying the mess on her rooftop.

Instead of being annoyed, Lena smiles at the whole soaked wreckage, then at Kara, who sheepishly holds up the sodden white flowers and offers it to her with a defeated shrug. Lena takes it with a small laugh.

“Thank you.” Lena takes the flowers with one hand, the one holding the umbrella, and slips the other into Kara’s slippery hand. It makes Kara smile, and she lets Lena pull her back into the building.

In her office, Jess -- bless her, she would do wonders for Kara’s business if Kara could ever steal her away from Lena -- has laid out fluffy white towels and a blanket. Lena takes a towel and drapes it over Kara’s shoulders, rubbing lightly to dry her as much as she can.

Kara stays very still. She could insist that she can do it herself, but there’s something almost... entrancing about the way Lena bites her lip as she rubs Kara’s back and shoulders in wide, gentle circles.

When she reaches up to dry off Kara’s hair, Kara finds herself leaning forward. Lena studiously avoids her gaze for a moment, toweling off the ends of Kara’s hair. Kara’s hand gently encloses her wrist in a loose grip, giving Lena enough time to pull away if she wants to. Lena looks up, fragile, glass-green eyes finally meeting Kara’s mesmerized stare.

Lena’s hand stops moving, and Kara slips her hand from Lena’s wrist to her chin, fingers slowly tracing from her jaw to her neck until she can slip her fingers right under her head. Lena’s eyelashes flutter, and her pulse beats rapidly under Kara’s palm. She pulls Lena just a little bit closer, and she feels Lena’s breath stutter.

“Kara, I...” Lena’s lips part to form words, and Kara’s gaze is immediately drawn to her mouth, full and red and tempting.

Before Kara can lean forward, Lena is pulling away. Kara feels disappointment crash over her like the downpour of rain on the rooftop, but she lets Lena go, lets her clear her throat and straighten herself. “I-I asked Jess to get you some dry clothes. You can change in the bathroom.”

Kara dutifully accepts the clothes, taking one last moment to study Lena, before closing the door behind her. When she’s done changing, she returns to find Lena on their couch, surrounded by food from Kara’s favorite Chinese restaurant.

Lena looks up at her with wide eyes and an appreciative smile. “Well, you were right. You do look good in jeans and a t-shirt.”

Kara grins. Despite the earlier awkward moment, she thinks they’re okay. “You should see me in flannel.”

Their third date is at a dive bar.

Not exactly common date fare for a multi-billionaire, but Kara thinks Lena will like the change. They’re soon joined by Kara’s friends, and Kara chuckles a little at Lena’s deer-in-the-headlights expression. She runs her hands up and down Lena’s arms to reassure her.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you.”

She’s already drilled into her friends to be on their best behavior around Lena, but of course, her sister is the first to break that rule.

Alex smirks as she shakes Lena’s hand. “So... you’re the Lena I’ve been hearing so much about. Kara hasn’t shut up about you for weeks. Every sister night, it’s ‘Lena this’, ‘Lena that’, ‘Alex she’s just so pretty’, ‘Alex, she’s so smart, like you would not believe’, ‘God, Alex, I just wanna--- mmphff!”

Alex’s voice is muffled by Kara’s hand slapping over her mouth. “Sorry! This is my sister Alex, and she is going to be silent for the rest of the night, and -- Ew! Did you just lick my hand?? Gross!”

The rest of the night progresses smoothly. Lena manages to beat Kara soundly at pool (”It’s basic geometry”) -- and Kara’s definitely not gonna complain, because holy crap, the view she gets whenever Lena bends over to take a shot almost makes her pass out several times. Lena, however, loses spectacularly to Alex at darts (”Excuse you, I have great aim. I’ve just never played darts before.” ”Yeah, yeah, sure. Pay up, Miss CEO”). At one point, Kara hears her offering Kelly a position in her VR department, so it’s safe for Kara to assume that Lena’s having a good time.

The only tiny baby hiccup of the night is when Kara offers to get her another drink from the bar, and Lena’s eyes tighten a little before she refuses with a polite smile. Throughout the night, Lena carefully sticks to one glass of wine and no more.

When the group disperses for the night, Lena offers Kara a ride home. A few blocks in, Kara asks her the question niggling at the back of her mind.

“Why didn’t you drink anything tonight? I mean -- you don’t have to answer that, I-I was just curious. I know you have a bar in your office, and I’ve seen your collection of scotches that probably cost more than my yearly rent. But you barely touched your wine tonight.”

Lena is quiet at first, fiddling with her purse. Kara lays a soft, gentle hand on top of hers to still her nervous fingers. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me anything--”

“The last time I got drunk at a bar with a beautiful woman, it almost ended up ruining my life.”

The story slowly unfolds, and Lena shows Kara the tabloid pictures of her and Veronica. Kara merely sits and listens, even after Lena’s driver has parked the car in front of her apartment.

She’d known Veronica was bad news from their first and only meeting, but she hadn’t known how truly atrocious she was. Kara is acutely aware that there’s a high probability Lena was the woman Veronica had been talking about when they met. She finds herself vacillating between the need to tell Lena the truth, and the need to keep her own anonymity.

No one outside of her friends and clients knows what she does. And she had refused Veronica outright as a client. Exposing Kara’s part in this, however small and non-existential it was, would mean exposing herself as “Supergirl” to someone who’s not a client.

Besides, telling Lena would only add another complication to an already complicated mess. Lena has moved on, she’s recovering from the fallout Veronica left on her life, and telling her this will only set her back, open wounds that are probably better off left alone to heal.

Kara takes Lena’s fluttering hands in a gentle grip. She meets Lena’s eyes with a warm, steadfast gaze. “ I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of this, Lena. That woman, she doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.”

Lena doesn’t speak, just looks at her with soft, heart-hurt eyes. Kara feels her chest constrict, robbing her of breath, and she knows that she would do anything to make sure this woman is never hurt again.

She doesn’t realize she’s spoken it out loud, breathed it into the space between them, until Lena drifts forward and presses their lips together.

Kara’s mouth is still half-parted, and she tastes the wine from Lena’s mouth. She feels a tingling that starts from where their mouths are pressed together, soft lips meeting soft lips, spreading through the rest of her body.

It’s like being wired alive, and Kara’s hands move of their own accord, settling firm and greedy on Lena’s hips, urging her closer. Her fingers slide under Lena’s expensive top, finding warm skin there and making Lena gasp into her mouth. Kara shifts, and Lena shifts with her, hauling herself onto Kara’s lap. Her tongue sweeps over Kara’s lower lip, filling her mouth with the taste of wine and Lena, and Kara moans into the kiss.

Eventually, Kara knows they have to stop. They’ve been parked in front of her apartment for more than half an hour with the engine running. She won’t be able to look Lena’s driver in the eye for a few weeks. Her nosy old neighbor is likely peering at them through the curtains, and who knows if there are any reporters following Lena. Despite every cell in her body protesting, she pulls away from Lena slowly, trying to catch her breath.

Lena doesn’t look like she’s faring much better. She rests her forehead against Kara’s and her possessive grip on the collar of Kara’s button-down pulls her forward. Her eyes are closed, her breathing heavy, and her lipstick is smeared in the most delicious way that almost makes Kara kiss her again.

When Lena’s eyes open, Kara can see the crystal green of them. Her heart squeezes at the brilliance and tenderness of Lena’s eyes and oh, Kara’s in trouble. Lena’s fingertips gently stroke Kara’s cheek. “You’re amazing, Kara Danvers.”

Lena lets her go, and Kara somehow manages to stumble out of the car. She stands on the sidewalk in front of her apartment building, waves like an idiot with a silly grin on her face, as Lena’s smiling face disappears from her view.

Well, shit. She’s fucked.

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #alex danvers #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #veronica sinclair #hitch #supercorp au #those pick up lines are not mine. i just found them online #i was watching hitch and i was like ofc this could be supercorp #my writing

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OTP Prompt

@kh5160 requested 23 from the first prompt list.

“Take my Jacket.”

This is a non-witchy AU.

Sabrina was a little thrown off when Prudence asked her to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. She wished she could say she was pleasantly surprised, but the way that Prudence shoved over the sequined box with the champagne and calligraphy note with a grimace led Sabrina to believe the bride didn’t want her in the wedding at all. But as the closest thing to a sister that Ambrose had, it meant a lot to the groom to have her standing up on that day. Sabrina had begrudgingly accepted Prudence Night into their family when she’d started dating Ambrose, so Prudence could do the same by letting Sabrina into her bridesmaid fold.

The group consisted of her sisters, Dorcas, Agatha and Leticia, and Roz. That was to no one’s surprise as the two of them had gotten closer in college in their occult studies classes. Ambrose’s party involved a rag-tag group of guys from Oxford including the dark and elusive Nicholas Scratch.

Sabrina had never met said friend before, though she’d heard the tales spun of him. He sounded like an enigma, all folklore and mystery, and she wasn’t certain the man who had been claimed to be the King of Campus even existed at all. Dorcas and Agatha however, never ceased to shut up about him, always claiming he was the king of the bedroom as well. Both begged and prodded Prudence to be the one to walk down the aisle with him, and Prudence had had enough when she and Ambrose finally announced the pairings.

Sabrina was convinced Prudence had done it to piss Sabrina off, to intentionally get her sisters to turn on her. But Ambrose had a completely different reason for pairing her with this Nicholas Scratch, the exact opposite of anyone she had ever been with, and anyone she would ever be with too.

“Cousin, he’s loads of fun and you could use some fun.” He’d told her at the co-ed bridal shower.

“I have plenty of fun, Ambrose.” Sabrina said as she crossed her arms and scrunched her nose at the way her cousin scoffed in return.

“Not enough. I’m not saying you should marry the guy, because well you shouldn’t, but he’s the good kind of ruffle in your feathers.”

“Are you seriously encouraging me to have sex with one of your groomsmen.”

“Stranger things have happened.” Ambrose shrugged and laughed again at Sabrina’s glaring. Really, she needed to let loose.

“Isn’t he supposed to be here? Some groomsman.”

“I think he’s in Santorini.” Ambrose said as he took a sip of his champagne and became momentarily distracted by his fiancee who was calling him over with her finger. “Or was it Spain? Who the Hell knows. He’ll show up on the wedding day, tolerably sober and all will be well. Now if you’ll excuse me I am being summoned.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes again, though she couldn’t fight the smile creeping to her lips at her cousin’s happiness. Never in a million years did she think that her cousin would get married before her, to Prudence no less. But as her cousin said, stranger things have happened. The strangest? Discovering Nicholas Scratch wasn’t so bad.

He certainly made a terrible first impression. He’d shown up late to the rehearsal, made fun of her headband, and asked her if she was the flower girl instead of a bridesmaid. He was the kind of handsome that she swore should be displayed in the pages of a magazine and for a moment she thought James Dean himself had been resurrected. She was also aware that he was the kind of charming and conceited that knew exactly how attractive he was and exactly what to do to make it work in his favor.

And he was fiercely determined not to fall under his spell.

However his clever and incessant flirting wore her down inch by inch, though she’d never let it show. He determidly ignored Dorcas and Agatha, and begged Sabrina not to leave his side all night, and the two would joke about the different guests in the room, inserting their own commentary and guessing what conversations were being had. She noted he stopped stuck to one drink, and when he’d passed on the wine at dinner he returned her eyebrow raise with an explanation that he’s trying to be more responsible.

It seemed the elusive and bad boy Nicholas Scratch was not so bad at all, and Sabrina thought she may have made a new friend. A hot friend. She’d think only to herself. He was the type to flirt with anyone and she didn’t see herself as special, just his bridesmaid of the week.

He found her later leaning against the balcony outside. Nick had been taken with her immediately. He’d heard from Ambrose about his cousin for years, had even seen pictures. But no image could ever capture the enrapturing beauty of Sabrina Spellman. She was like a sunset, completely existing in a world of its own, beauty meant to exist in its own reality. Her moonbeam curls were a hue he’d never seen before and he couldn’t help but think about kissing her red lips the first time he’d seen them. The first time they’d been turned down because of a dumb thing he’d said about her headband.

Things seemed to be turning around for him though in the twenty-four hours they’ve known each other. He didn’t let her fall while walking down the aisle, she’d turned completely to him at their table and gave him her attention when he talked about his travels, and she’d even let him hold her close on the dance floor. Even his hand drifted dangerously low in her low-backed dress, to the area of skin not exposed to the elements.

She looked cold but content as she leaned against the balcony. It was Fall, but Sabrina Spellman seemed the type to enjoy any season. Her rosy cheeks and warm smile stealing away any chill in the air.

“Hey, Spellman.” He said as he leaned next to her.

“Hey, Scratch.” She responded.

So that was a thing. She’d never had good nicknames with anyone before. Not Harvey. Not fucking Caliban who was twirling his new girlfriend from hell on the dance floor. It was the two of them, who had somehow gotten an invite, that had her sequestering herself outside for a moment. She had thought she wanted to be alone, but when Nick showed up she realized that was wrong.

A chill washed over her with another breeze and Nick noticed immediately.

“Here, take my jacket.” He said, shrugging off the rented thing that Nick was glad to get rid of. She took it but looked at him teasingly.

“Thank you, I didn’t shiver on purpose by the way.”

“I know.” Nick smirked back at her. “You wouldn't have had to to get me to do that.” He tilted his head to the side. “Why are you out here anyways?”

“I needed some air.” She shrugged. “And I was sick of seeing the ex-boyfriends.”

“What about the current boyfriend?” Nick asked suggestively. He knew the answer but he wanted to see how much she would flirt with him. She’d been tiptoeing into those waters all night.

“That spot’s still vacant.” Sabrina said with a small smile.

Nick winked at her and held up his bourbon glass for her to clink with her wine one.

“Cheers to finding the next candidate.”

“Cheers.” She answered back, suddenly aware of how close they were standing, how warm Nick’s jacket was, and how it smelled of something that was so new but familiar at the same time she immediately felt at home.

Another chill ran through the air and not even Nick’s jacket or his fiery gaze could keep her from shivering. In fact, it was his eyes burrowing into her, begging to know more, that made her shiver in the first place.

“Why don’t we go inside?” He suggested.

“Why don’t you take me upstairs.” She blurted out without thinking. She was feeling bold, and she hadn’t been drinking that much, but something about Nick was intoxicating. She wanted to drink deeply of it, so she kept her gaze steady and sure on him and raised her eyebrows so he knew she was serious.

His eyes didn’t break their focus on her as he leaned down and brushed that beautiful hair out of her eyes and kissed those red lips that were so damn inviting. She melted into it and pulled him closer, anxious all of a sudden to taste more of him. When they broke apart she repeated her request and he didn’t deny her.

Two years later at another wedding in the Fall, with Prudence as a bridesmaid and Ambrose as a groomsmen, the newlyweds stole some time away to spend on the balcony and recreated their first kiss over and over. Ambrose had told Sabrina not to marry Nicholas Scratch, but she was deliriously happy. And well?

Stranger things have happened.

#nabrina #fluff prompt #Nicholas Scratch #sabrina spellman #otp prompt

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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12 Days Of Christmas: Ravens

Part of a collaboration project under 12 Days Of Christmas hosted by yours truly.

Member: Younghoon

Genre: christmas fluff, ion know

Word Count: 1.6k

The sanitizer scent of the airport was inviting you into a gentle slumber due to the jetlag. Younghoon had dragged you halfway across the planet in a bid to spend Christmas with you, because you had been so busy with school that you barely had time to spend with him.

Whilst it was unlikely of him to initiate a holiday overseas for just the two of you, it didn’t come unexpected. It had been something the two of you wanted to do for a long time anyway.

But your groggy sight can only offer you so much of the male sitting opposite you in the empty waiting lounge for the plane. Younghoon was staring blankly at the planes outside the window, the blue pullover looking so snug around his shoulders. You’ve always been told that you were lucky for having such a good-looking friend but you’ve always felt luckier that he was even your friend.

Most people had placed him on a pedestal without thinking twice about how well he takes care of people, especially when he cares for you. You haven’t been friends with Younghoon for an extremely long time, if you counted the years, it’d be about five or six, give or take.

Out the corner of your eye, you catch some other youngsters your age enter the waiting lounge for the plane, and the two girls just could not remove their eyes off him.

A smug smile creeps on your lips when you open your chat messages with Younghoon, coyly sending him a text.

You: Still got that charm, don’t you?

Younghoon’s trance is broken when the vibration shakes him out of it, and he flashes you a quick glance before turning to them. It’s not surprising that they look a little shier when he looks to them, offering a small bow of his head.

Pulling your hoodie over your head, Younghoon grabs his jacket and duffel bag, walking over to you and taking a seat down next to you.

“The heartbreak they will suffer when they think I’m your girlfriend,” You pull out a book and flip through to the page you stopped at.

Younghoon grips his phone and passport in his hands between his knees, leaning over to you. “Had they not made those googly eyes at me, I wouldn’t be so worried about you being upset.”

A frown creeps onto your face, a sneer of disgust showing up on your lips. The book has lost your attention. “Me? Upset? Over your fangirls? Pfft.”

Younghoon’s scent is stained all over the hoodie you were wearing, and whatever piece of clothing of his that’s on you, it’d be way larger than fitting for you. Pulling the sleeves over your fingers, Younghoon picks up the book from your lap, flipping through the pages.

If you could count the number of people who had assumed you were dating, you’d need more than a pair of hands. The first day you met Younghoon, his dumbass had been trying to feed a Raven sitting right outside an elderly care centre. Your grandfather had just been admitted due to a home incident, so walking out of a building filled with people struggling to stay alive and then running into someone who had no clue how dangerous Ravens can get was an entertaining episode in its own.

“I really wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Younghoon’s bright doe eyes look up at you with the breadcrumbs still in his palm. The raven was cocking its head to the side, dark pearls for eyes staring at him.

“Ah, well,” Younghoon drizzles the breadcrumbs on the grass, allowing the raven to start pecking on it as he stands up. Your eyes follow his face so when he reaches the height he’s at, it intimidates you for a good few seconds. “It’s a friendly one. The nurses here feed it occasionally too.”

“Huh,” You shove your hands into your pockets. “Most ravens aren’t fans of humans.”

Younghoon smiles, then pushes his coat aside to reveal his uniform and the nametag he had on. The sight of the uniform catches you off-guard -- he is a freshman at the same school as you.

And just like that, five years had passed since without warning.

On the plane back home, it’s a quiet, peaceful ride. Younghoon isn’t a fan of words, and you appreciated it. He probably wouldn’t open his mouth to say anything stupid to waste your time (unless he’s intentionally feeling particularly annoying on some days). So it’s comforting when he wraps you in his arms with the armrest between the two seats pushed upwards, and his attention is on his screen while yours are on your book.

The jetlag returns to haunt your lids, making them heavier than you’d like them to be. The constant whirring of the plane in the background was also coaxing you to drift off into your slumber, and you miss the moment that Younghoon gently removes the book from your hands to stuff it inside the compartment below the screen.

By the time you’re awake, the plane was bustling with activity because it was breakfast. Home time or not, you couldn’t even decide. All you knew was that you couldn’t eat a grain of rice even if you tried.

“Are you okay? The stewardess is coming over soon, what are you feeling?” Younghoon helps you sit up in your seat, brushing your hair out from your eyes. He hands you the little menu booklet, leaning over into you and resting his head on your shoulder.

“The roasted chicken thigh looks good, but I know you’re more of a chicken salad and pasta person.”

The words look hazy to you, something doesn’t feel right.

“Hoon, I’m not feeling all that great. D’you mind if you get me the salad, and you can have the chicken and pasta?”

“What?” He removes himself off your shoulder and presses his hand to your forehead. “Are you okay? You don’t have a fever though. Are you feeling nauseous?”

No, but I kinda feel like I wanna die.

Younghoon reaches for his bag under the seat, pulls out some medication and then calls for some water.

The days that Younghoon chooses to be a kind, caring friend are the days you enjoy the most. Albeit your health would be at risk because this side of Younghoon isn’t specially a regular sight, but you know he can be the most thoughtful person you’d ever meet, even if you don’t see it often.

The food comes after he orders, neatly rearranging the food on your pull-out tray and leaving you with more medication in case you needed it. You can feel the digestive juices in your stomach gurgling, so at least you know your shit-whack of an appetite hasn’t given up on you.

The rest of the flight is then spent drifting in and out of drowsiness, because the medication that Younghoon had you eat was sleep-inducing. There was a pang of guilt because you were well aware that he was for you and yet there was nothing you could’ve done about it.

Then the plane jerks a little due to turbulence, jolting you out of your sleep. The plane was in complete darkness, forcing your eyes to adjust to the lack of light.

Thanks to the light from the back of the cabin, you could roughly make out the reflection in Younghoon’s screen. There he was, resting his head against yours, with most of his blanket covering you even when you already had your own. the sight makes your heart flutter, forcing you into an internal panic mode.

No. Why now? We’ve been friends for so long, if feelings were supposed to come, they would’ve a long time ago, right?

Younghoon shifts a little, nose scrunching up and his fringe tumbling over his brows and over his eyes. His cheek was flat against the crown of your head, and a light squeeze under the blanket makes you aware of your arm linked in his.

You continue watching your reflections in the screen, admiring how peaceful he looked while he was asleep. His breath was gently tapping against your hair as he exhaled, and you could feel his shoulder under your cheek heave gently with every breath he took.

The cabin was decorated in some Christmas ornaments, the gold and silver glitter shimmering in the reflection of the screen and in the corners of your eye. The sleepiness is about to claim you again, then Younghoon’s fingers interlocking with yours under the blanket captures your awareness again.

“What are you looking at?”

He’s looking at you through the reflection now, eyes sparkling like two stars in the black screen.

“Um, just the Christmas decorations.”

You can feel his Adam’s Apple shift when he gulps away a dry throat, expecting him to release you or move off you --

But he doesn’t.

His eyes are closed when he licks his lips. “But are you feeling better?”

“Somewhat. Thank you for the medication.”

His laughter comes out in the form of a sharp exhale through his nostrils. “How could I have forgotten it when I know you have motion sickness?”

A smile claims your lips. “I appreciate it. I’ll buy you a meal or some sorts when we get back home.”

Younghoon hums in slight response, then a pause. “If you want to return this favour, I have a better idea.”

“What is it?”

“Stop being so busy with school for once and go out on a date with me.”

#younghoon #tbz younghoon #the boyz #the boyz younghoon #kim younghoon #younghoon scenarios #younghoon fanfic #tbz fan fic #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #younghim imagines #fkin sobbed man

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cotncandyboifics · 3 years

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1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 6

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Masterpost

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 1,987

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: food, (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: I hated writing this chapter because I love Logince and I'm intentionally writing this story so that Logince doesn't work and I just- my heart and my creativity have a conflict of interests here :')

...

Roman was left alone in his room, staring at the door where Virgil had slipped out silently a few minutes ago. He'd turned off his music, and was sitting up, staring, thinking.

What was even the point of asking Logan out? I didn't have any interest in him before, he was just a nerd who i never bothered, and he never bothered me... perhaps for the challenge? when I saw him in class today something just sparked, and i felt the need to pursue him. I didn't think he'd entertain it, especially so quickly. And what of Virgil?

What of Virgil?

Roman shook his head and stood, leaving his room to see what his parents were doing, and if he could help with dinner. He needed a distraction, and he knew homework wasn't going to do it.

...

The next few days at school were strange, to say the least.

Patton was the same, as far as the others could see. He tried figuring out some of the routes Logan took to different classes, just a few so as not to seem suspicious, but Roman was more often than not already there and bombarding Logan with his charms. Patton still caught him alone sometimes though, and did his best to make conversation about little things, just wanting to get to know Logan. They had an engaging conversation about Logan's surprisingly extensive knowledge about drug abuse, and Patton was thankful for the bits of advice he could get. They'd also run through proper methods for caring for various species of turtles.

Logan continued to hound himself about why he had accepted Roman's courting after such a short time knowing him, let alone that they were very... different people, to say the least. He'd told his father that one of his friends had requested an outing to a cafe to study for an upcoming calculus quiz. His father was reluctant but upon Logan's presentation of evidence of such atmospheres increasing the effectiveness of studying and concentration, his father granted him permission to go. Logan knew his father would never permit any,, frivolous activities, when Logan had so much academic potential. And Logan made himself feel the same way, acquiring knowledge and more importantly incredible accolades was all that mattered until he was out of school. And yet, here he was, about to go on a date behind his parents' back with a jock, very stereotypical of a teen and yet very atypical for him. He couldn't explain to himself why he'd allowed himself to get into this situation, but it wasn't causing any immediate problems, so he decided to try and let the topic rest.

Virgil was acting stranger than ever, at least from Roman's perspective. He seemed even more cold and distant, except on occasion he'd strike up a conversation. Sometimes they got rather lively, debating about which were the best Disney movies, even if they had very... differing perspectives on what messages they portrayed. Roman was baffled, Because he didn't think someone who was previously unconcerned with Roman for the most part could become so black-and-white, switching between completely ignoring and/or glaring at him, and coming into a room and immediately proposing a topic of conversation.

Roman had his hands full with courting his new love interest, and trying to figure out what was going on with Virgil. Virgil himself was very conflicted. Any time he saw Roman, his feelings became intense and he never knew how to act.

The group's dynamic had shifted accordingly whenever they were in class together. In Biology, Logan was usually hard at work on their report, Patton doing his best to help. Roman often attempting to fluster Logan in any possible way he could, and Virgil, ever unpredictable.

...

Finally Thursday came, and Roman got into his mustang to pick up his date. He drove quietly up to a large white house, with a very systematic garden laid out in the front. He got out and leaned against the closed passenger door, and messaged Logan, letting him know he was there to pick him up.

Logan had hoped Roman would have the sense to pick him up around the block, but upon exiting his house and seeing him directly in front of the house leaning against his red mustang with a single red rose in his hand, Logan brought his hand to the bridge of his nose and massaged it, trying to keep from getting aggravated before their date even began. He walked over slowly, trying to keep an open mind instead of letting his logical self shut everything about Roman's love language down.

Roman had to keep himself from staring. Logan was dressed... well, typically his own style, but... he had gelled his hair back so it became one big dark tuft instead of it's usual gentle messiness, and he had on a silk navy button up and a black bowtie instead of his trademark necktie. He had on Black corduroy pants that accentuated his slender legs, and white and blue converse that complemented his shirt and pale skin. Roman was impressed at the attention to detail yet the simplicity of his date's outfit, and was indeed that much more attracted to him.

"Well hello there," Roman said as Logan neared, looking him up and down, "don't you look ravishing."

Logan's cheeks glazed a bit. "As do you," was all he could think to reply. Roman had on a dark red v neck and a black and gold baseball jacket, dark grey ripped skinny jeans with a silver chain, and red checkered vans. Logan realized he'd let his eyes linger on Roman's exposed collarbone a moment too long. God, why am i acting like this?

Roman just smirked and stood aside, opening the passenger door he'd been leaning on and making way for Logan. Logan sat, his knees nearly touching the dash. Roman got on one knee and dramatically presented Logan with the flower. Logan smiled gently and took it, examining it. Roman shut the door and made his way around to the driver's side and got in.

"Will you relay the whereabouts of our destination or will it remain a mystery to me?" Logan asked as Roman opened his door, not looking up from the flower.

Roman smiled with a glint in his eyes. "Well it would be no fun if i were to spoil the surprise, now would it?" He put the key in the ignition and started the car, and the engine hummed smoothly to life. "Completely unrelated to said surprise, but have you had dinner?" Roman rolled down his window and rested his forearm on it.

"Yes, unfortunately I follow a strict meal plan." He adjusted his glasses.

"Well, i wont question that, but that works for me." Roman left it at that and pulled out his phone.

"Would you happen to have a music preference?" Roman asked as Logan smelled the rose, and finally set it down in his lap.

After a moment of thought, Logan replied, "Well I suppose not. I don't listen to much music other than classical on occasion, and at this point i find it rather..."

"Boring?" Roman mused.

"Insufferable," Logan smiled.

"Alright, I'll enlighten you to something other than Beethoven and Bach," Roman reached for the aux chord, plugged his phone into it, and picked a particular song he felt was... fitting for the moment. The song intro began, and Roman pulled the e-break down and shifted into first gear, pulling out onto the road.

he said "let's get out of this town,

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds..."

I thought "heaven can't help me now,"

Nothing lasts forever...

Logan watched things pass on the road, absentmindedly tapping his ankle to the beat. He didn't recognize the area of town they were heading to, but he didn't expect Roman to kidnap him or anything, so he just observed.

But this is gonna take me down

He's so tall, and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well.

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

Logan looked straight ahead at the road now, wondering if Roman had selected this specific song for any reason.

Say youll remember me,

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your

Wildest dreams, ah, hah...

They were driving up a hill now, and the road was getting steeper. Logan was beginning to wonder if he should have just rejected Roman from the beginning.

Roman sensed his unease, and turned the music down so that it was just background noise. "I promise I'm not about to murder you in the woods," he said with a small laugh, "There's just a nice spot up here to... observe," he assured vaguely, glancing at Logan.

He nodded with a small smile from the passenger seat, returning to looking around as they passed sloping driveways and mossy-trunked trees.

Just moments later, they emerged into something of a clearing, with a cul-de-sac and a large meadow. There were clusters of small flowers and clovers all over, and the trees cleared perfectly to display the sun was crawling toward the horizon.

They parked and Logan got out, and turned to realize Roman was still in the car, seemingly reaching behind his seat awkwardly and rummaging around. He emerged with a plastic bag and a rolled up plaid blanket. Roman locked the car and led them to the meadow, where he dramatically unrolled the blanket and laid it out, after ruffling it in the wind. Logan sat cross-legged facing what would soon become the sunset, the bottom of the sun's visible sphere nearly dipping itself below the horizon.

Roman sat as well, beginning to dig through the mystery bag, Logan now paying him attention. Roman pulled out two large paper cups, with plastic tops and straws in them. He handed Logan one of the cups, and Logan began inspecting it. It appeared to be a milkshake, likely chocolate flavored due to the brown hue... It looked rather delightful. Logan took a sip and was not disappointed; he'd never actually had a milkshake, at least not since he was very young, so he had to attempt to hide his enjoyment.

"That is quite tasteful," He looked back to Roman, who was tasting his own milkshake.

"Yeah, you struck me as a chocolate type," he leaned back on one hand. "Hope you like the view. I thought it would be nice as a first date to watch the sunset and talk."

Logan gazed out at the sky that faded from blue to purple to red to orange and a bit of yellow, clouds peppered around and absorbing the hues. He certainly did appreciate the view.

"Alright, let's talk then."

...

A few hours later, it had gotten dark and stars were spattered across the sky. Logan was laying with his hands behind his head, watching the sky, and Roman was laid next to him, leaning up on his side and watching Logan's eyes. They'd talked about anything, from childhood memories to opinions and briefly about their home lives. Roman felt very... usual. Everything was going perfectly, and he could feel that fact slamming against his chest. Do I actually like him or is this all just a game to me? Am i being fake, or completely real?

Soon Logan checked his wristwatch and informed Roman it was time he be heading home. They stood, and Logan shivered as Roman collected the blanket. He sighed upon seeing Logan's arms loosely held around himself, trying to keep warm.

Roman rustled his baseball jacket off and draped it over Logan's shoulders.

They made their way back to the car, and as Roman drove them, all Logan could do was lean his head on the window and stare up at the hazy white moon.

Roman dropped him off, walking him up to his door. Logan thanked him for the evening, and tried to return Roman's jacket, but Roman insisted he hold onto it. They shared a small kiss on the doorstep, and bid each other goodnight. Roman drove off into the night, pondering heavily.

#ts logan #logan sanders #virgil sanders #ts virgil #ts roman #roman sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #high school au #slow burn #prinxiety #logicality #patton x logan #roman x virgil

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missaudreyhorney · 4 years

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jealous!Hopper headcanon

This is my very first HC request and I had so much fun writing it. It did take a while to brainstorm though because there were so many things that I wanted to add. It came out longer than I thought, but I’m pretty sure there’s still stuff that I accidentally left out, stuff like him saying “Only I’m allowed to see you like this” which is a paraphrased quote from “Change Of Scenery” by Duchess_Of_Brighton on AO3.

As you may or may not know from the ask about angry!Hopper, I personally prefer him a bit on the meaner side so I hope this is to your liking. (Disclaimer: this is obviously a fantasy and I don’t condone anyone acting like this IRL.) Some parts are slightly NSFW but I don’t go into detail.

Many of Jim Hopper’s bad habits have improved since he started leaving Eggos in the woods, but that doesn’t mean he’s been able to tame his wild jealous streak. He doesn’t think of you as his property per se, but both of you would agree that you belong to him completely. The feeling of ownership he has over you brings you great comfort and solace. He is therefore territorial with you, some might even say possessive.

This is why he likes to touch you when you’re in public together, so that it’s obvious to everyone around you that you are his and only his. Hopper usually does this by resting one of his hands on your lower back, the weight of it comforts you and makes you feel safe. When he spots someone’s gaze lingering on you just a little too long, he’ll pull you towards him and give you a fiery, passionate kiss. Although this happens with increasing frequency, it still manages to catch you off guard every time. On special occasions, he will wrap his baseball glove of a hand around your smaller, softer one and hold it in his. This is when you feel the most protected and cared for.

The hickies and the bruises that he gives you are a more primal sign of ownership, almost like a temporary branding. The first few times Hopper left marks on you, you were annoyed, but the more he does it, the more you love to show them off. It's a warning label to anyone who looks at you. It tells them that not only are you spoken for, but by a man who isn’t afraid to be rough, a man who will absolutely destroy anyone who disrupts a single hair on your head. (I could do another headcanon solely about marking.)

Sometimes you’ll be at the grocery store and even just the checker being friendly to you gets Hopper’s nostrils flaring and his hands balling into fists. You smile at him and give him a look to calm him down, a look that says it's okay. While that reaction in him is cute at times, it’s also silly and unnecessary. You have absolutely no interest in any other man besides Jim Hopper and he has zero reasons to worry about you being with anyone else. That’s not the problem though. He trusts you, he just doesn’t trust everyone else around you. He knows how handsy men can get and he does not take kindly to anyone else touching what is rightfully his.

However, there is in fact a small reason for him not to trust you, because twice now you have intentionally made him jealous. The first time was when you were on one of your dates together. A man closer to your own age flirted with you and you flirted right back, knowing that Hopper was watching you the entire time. Once he had seen enough of your grotesque display, he ordered you outside and you obeyed with both fear and excitement coursing through your veins. When you got back to his truck, he yelled at you and made you bend over in the back of it, spanking you to teach you a lesson. Hopper turned your ass bright red right there in the parking lot, and oh boy, was it painful to sit down in the car ride afterward. It hurt even worse upon returning to his place, where he pounded into you from behind.

The second time, you employed the same routine but got a slightly different response from Hopper. Like before, a man approached you flirtatiously and you immediately reciprocated. Unlike before, Hopper knew right away what you were trying to do so at first, he pretended to ignore you. You turned up your charm and your giggle to get his attention, but once you had it, he remained calm. Not getting a reaction from him pissed you off and you weren’t about to admit defeat so easily. You leaned your body a little closer to the guy and he had the gall to put his arm around you. It made you tense up, but he didn’t seem to notice. Beginning to regret your decision, you shot Hopper a nervous smile as he continued to watch with a blank expression. It wasn’t until the guy moved his hand from your shoulder to your waist that he decided to intervene. “Hey pal, you moving in on my girl?” You couldn’t help but smile, genuinely this time, at his pointed words. The guy backed away with his hands up, obviously not wanting any trouble. “I didn’t know she was with anyone.” He got into the guy’s face, not because he needed to but because he knew that’s the reaction you were seeking. “Is that why you’re putting your hands on her?” he interrogated, his tone intensified. “I’m sorry, man,” the guy said as he took another step back. “Come on!” Hopper demanded as he wrapped his arm around your waist, practically pulling you out the door. When you arrived at the cabin, he still spanked you to the point that it made you cry, but this time it was because he was fully aware that being a brat was your way of asking him for it without saying the words.

There was at least one time you can recall with perfect clarity that his jealous rage was warranted and used for good. The two of you were at The Hideaway, getting a drink after work. Hopper had gone into the men’s room on your way to leave and when he came out, some asshole was hassling you, grabbing you by the wrist and asking “what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone in a place like this?” You looked over at Hop, who was immediately seething with anger, and you replied calmly “I’m not alone”. The sleazy man let go of you just in time for you to slip away before Hop swooped in with a mean left hook straight into the guy’s jaw. The bartender yelled for him to take it outside, and Hop gladly did, grabbing the jerk by the back of the neck then dragging him outside, and hurling him onto the pavement. He beat the absolute shit out of that guy and you loved it. You felt exhilarated, like you had never seen something so visceral and sexy in your whole life. He held on tightly to your thigh the entire way home and once you were there, you fucked each other like wild animals for the rest of the night.

You almost wish that Lonnie Byers would come back to Hawkins and hit on you. You’re not attracted to him, but from the way you’ve heard he treats Joyce and his sons, you would love nothing more than for Hopper to beat his ass to a bloody pulp.

A lot of people, if not most, would be horrified to be with someone who gets jealous at such slight provocations. Not you though. You appreciate his intensity, it makes you feel desired and well taken care of. You know Jim Hopper well enough to be fully aware that he only gets this way because he cares about you, because he’s a passionate person who just doesn’t know how to express himself. Even if he won’t fully admit it to himself or to you, he gets this way because he loves you. He holds onto you with an iron grip because his greatest fear is losing you just like he’s lost so much already in his life.

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Faking It - VI

Summary: You’d done plenty of dumb things in your life, but the dumbest had to be picking Greendale’s latest bad-boy to pretend to be your boyfriend.

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A/N: truly cannot believe that this series is over!! thank you guys for all of the love and support that you’ve given it (and me) 💕💕 (also ps it’s my birthday!! so here’s a birthday gift from me to you)

Despite the numerous other times you’d gone out with him and the fact that he’d seen you in sweats more times than you could count, you were back to the age-old saga of trying on every outfit in your closet in preparation for your date with Caliban. The only difference between this time and the very first time was that this time you enlisted the advice of the most fashionable person you knew. But Roz was busy so now you were on the phone with Harvey.

“I don’t get it. How is this one different from the last one?” Harvey asked for the billionth time. You rolled your eyes at the video of him sprawled out on his bed with his maths homework to keep him company.

“The last one had stripes.”

“Oh, well, I don’t really like stripes anyway so go with this one,” Harvey said with a shrug. “You look great. So stop freaking out about it.”

“I am not freaking out. He refused to tell me where we’re going, and how am I supposed to plan for that?” you asked, taking your phone off it’s careful perch to glare at the screen. “I’ve been on dates before. I’ve dated Caliban before.”

“I didn’t say you hadn’t, I just told you to stop freaking out.”

“Whatever. Do you like my outfit or not?”

“You look great,” Harvey repeated, closing his book and taking his phone in his hands. “You’re gonna have a fun night.”

You looked away from your phone for a second as you thought of something witty to say that would change the subject. It was hard to come up with something when you were so preoccupied with your anxieties over what ‘something real’ with Caliban would be. “Yeah, well, whatever,” you said eventually. “Thanks for, you know, everything.”

“Yeah, well,” Harvey said awkwardly. Clearly, he was just as bad at this emotional stuff as you were. “What are friends for, right?”

“Right,” you repeated. Your phone buzzed and a notification scrolled across the top of the screen.

Ambercrombie: Let me know when you’re on your way x

“I gotta go if I’m gonna make it there before this adrenaline wears off,” you said. “I love you, Harv.”

“Love you too, slugger.” Harvey smiled and shifted on his side of the screen. “Oh, and tell the asshole ‘this is for the sixth grade.’”

“Okay?”

You didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on the weirdness of that last bit because soon enough you were driving over to Caliban’s and doing your best not to let your heartbeat out of your chest. It was disgusting. Though not any more disgusting than the nausea that came over as soon as you pulled into Caliban’s driveway.

The last time you were here, it didn’t end so well, and the pretty bay windows and happy plants couldn’t distract from that ... Though Isobel waving at you from the roses she was pruning did a good job of distracting you.

After a few seconds of wondering if it was too late to reverse out of the driveway, you sucked it up and got out of the car. Isobel met you halfway but held up some dirty and gloved hands to stop you when you tried to hug her.

“I’d love to, honestly,” she said with a small laugh. “But I don’t want to ruin your outfit.”

Despite your reservations, you felt yourself smiling. “This old thing? I say we ruin it.”

Isobel laughed and leaned in for a hug. She took the glove off one of her hands and squeezed yours as she pulled away. “We missed you around here.”

“Don’t tell anyone, but I missed being here,” you said.

Before Isobel had the chance to say anything else, Caliban came out of the house with a small box in his hands. He shut the door and jogged over while Isobel joked about him not wanting her to tell you about the three weeks he spent moping and eating every piece of chocolate in the house.

For probably the first time in his life, Caliban seemed nervous as he looked between you and his mom. Hesitantly, he put a hand on your back and smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” you said with a matching smile.

“We should really be going if we’re going to make it there in time,” Caliban said.

“Well, don’t let me keep you kids from your special date,” Isobel said as she took a few steps backward. “Have fun.”

“But not too much fun?” Caliban asked.

“Not so much fun that I have to take a trip to the police station.” Isobel adjusted her glove and shook her head. “That Officer Pike keeps trying to ask me out to dinner.”

You laughed at Caliban’s disgusted face before promising Isobel you’d do your best to keep him out of trouble. The two of you only managed to walk a few feet before arguing over who was going to drive, and it was only once you were in the safety of his dumb BMW before Caliban handed you the box he’d been safeguarding.

He was quiet as you undid the little blue ribbon and lifted off the lid. Inside was a small, white corsage. The flower was beautiful but it was the last thing you were expecting, you know, because it wasn’t prom.

“You hate it,” Caliban said, turning in his seat to face the steering wheel.

“I don’t hate it. It’s really pretty.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Harvey and his stupid first date etiquette-”

“Wait, Harvey told you to get me this?” you asked. Caliban shifted awkwardly and turned back to face you. “Uh, when we were talking earlier, he said to tell you ‘this is for the sixth grade.’ I assume this is this.”

Caliban laughed and all his anxieties over the corsage seemed to melt away as he relaxed back into his seat. “My dearest cousin had a date with Elizabeth Coolidge in the sixth grade. I may have gotten it into his head to be very attentive and chivalrous.”

“You told him to baby her?” you asked, pulling a face.

“Not in those words. Those words make it sound bad.”

“That’s ‘cause it is bad, babe.” You laughed and reached a hand over to hold onto his wrist. “I love the corsage, and I still like you even though you’re a horrible cousin.”

“I think it adds to my charm.”

“I’m sure you do.”

Caliban smiled and dropped his gaze to your hand on his wrist for a moment before looking back up and leaning over the armrest to kiss you. One small, soft kiss but it still made your stomach turn over and heart speed up. Other than some forehead kisses and quick cheek kisses, this was your first kiss since that day in the hallway. That kiss had been drawn out and surprised, though it still stopped your heart - the kiss of strangers - but this one was everything that one had lacked. It was sweet, the kind of kiss between two people who cared about each other.

Your hand lifted to touch the side of his face lightly and you kissed him again. Caliban angled to get closer and accidentally pushed down on the horn in the process. After a very undignified yelp and jumping back to a straight-up sitting position, you started laughing. Caliban pressed down on the horn again, intentionally this time, and the two of you laughed a bit harder. Once you’d recovered, he interlaced his fingers with yours and brought them up to his lips for another quick kiss before reversing out of the garage and down the driveway.

Isobel gave you a very amused smile as she watched the car maneuver into the street and you gave her one last wave before disappearing into the distance.

---

Though Caliban refused to tell you where he was taking you, you caught on when you passed the third sign for the town carnival. It only happened once a year, and you’d only ever gone as a third wheel to Harvey and Sabrina. Cotton candy, fortune tellers, dumb games, and more food trucks than you thought possible for such a small town. You loved every part of it.

You started off with some popsicles and browsing through the different stalls before moving onto the bumper cars. For someone who was such a great driver, he couldn’t drive his bumper car for shit. Once Caliban got sick of the twelve-year-olds driving into him, he hopped out of his car and into yours.

After being banned from bumper cars, Caliban sought to redeem himself by winning a prize for you at one of the baseball throw games. You chose the biggest, fluffiest teddy bear from the top shelf and - after being told he’d never win it from the guy behind the counter - Caliban started throwing. He knocked down bottle after bottle until the guy behind the counter told him he’d hit enough to win the stupid bear. Now would the two of you leave him alone?

Scooping up your new child, you and Caliban made an exit for the Ferris wheel. Though you’d been on this thing at least once a year for as long as you could remember, riding it with Caliban was different - and not just because there was a giant teddy bear between you. As if you weren’t already in way over your head, he had the nerve to look pretty in the ugly fluorescent lights.

“So what are you going to name it?” he asked when he caught you staring at him again.

“Huh?”

“What are you going to name the bear?” Caliban asked with an annoyingly smug smile on his face. “You know, the one that’s currently blocking my attempts to kiss you.”

“Oh, right. That bear.” Moving to get a better look at the bear as you recovered from your embarrassment, you moved some fluff out of its eyes. “I don’t know. What do you think of Bearington?”

“Bearington?”

“Yeah, you know, like Barrington. It’s a people name,” you said. “But he’s not a people so it’s Bearington.”

“Bearington.”

“Stop saying his name like that! It’s cute.”

“Is it?”

You scoffed and pushed his hand that was draped over the back of the seat. “How dare you talk about our son like this? I want a divorce.”

“Like hell. I put the best years of my life into this marriage,” Caliban said as he turned in his seat to look at you. “I gave up that promotion at the firm so that you could open your store for your ridiculous handcrafted jewelry.”

“You said you loved my jewelry!”

“I also said I loved your cooking. You married a liar.”

“Well, you married a thief! That’s right, that priceless Faberge egg that ‘got lost in the move?’ I sold it on eBay to buy new shoes.”

“That egg was a wedding gift from my mother!”

Despite the abundance of jokes on the tip of your tongue, you couldn’t help laughing at the fake argument and how close the two of you had gotten as a result. You lifted your hand from the safety bar and grabbed some of Caliban’s shirt to pull him closer and kiss him.

After being kicked off the Ferris wheel for not following safety regulations, you went to one of the photobooths to take your first photo as a family, among a few other - far sillier - photos. You put a copy of each in your purse and Caliban put the other in his wallet before the two of you went off looking for any other trouble you could find.

Fortune teller? Check. Enough cotton candy to make you sick? Check. More carnival games for Caliban to be annoyingly perfect at? Check.

It would have been the perfect date if, while you were trying to juggle Bearington and a drink (as well as trying to get something out of your purse), someone didn’t grab your purse and take off. Luckily for you, unluckily for them, Caliban raced after them and pinned them against the wall in less than a minute.

When you caught up, the kid was sputtering an apology and begging Caliban to let go of him. Caliban handed you your purse and you checked to make sure everything was still there while the would-be thief asked if he’d let go now that you had your stuff back.

“Come on, aren’t you gonna tell your boyfriend to let me go?” he whined.

“No, I’m gonna tell him to knock your teeth out,” you said with a polite smile. You weren’t sure who looked more surprised about that; Caliban evened loosened his grip slightly in his shock.

“Seriously?” the kid asked.

“Really?” Caliban asked.

“Yeah, you tried to steal from me,” you said. “If you want, he could break your hand instead. I hear they still do that to thieves somewhere.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. So you can choose: no teeth or a broken hand? I’d go for the hand because teeth don’t grow back but-”

“You can’t listen to her,” the kid rushed out, holding onto Caliban’s hands and pleading. “Seriously, I learned my lesson. I’ll never steal again. Promise!”

“I think he's being sincere, love,” Caliban said. “What do you think?”

“I think …” The kid looked at you with terrified eyes and you figured it was time to stop messing with him. “I think you can let him go.”

Caliban did so with a smile and the kid disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, leaving you and Caliban alone to laugh and carry on with the rest of your date.

You visited the few stalls that you hadn’t already seen and then, very slowly, made your way back to the car. Caliban buckled Bearington into the backseat and you defrosted in front of the air vents with his jacket around your shoulders. When he got into the car, Caliban took your hand in his to warm them up.

Neither of you said anything.

You soaked up the silence and did your best to commit this moment to memory. The way his hands, with their healing callouses, felt over your own. The way the street lights lit up his eyes. The sound of your racing heartbeat. His smile. You didn’t want to miss a detail, even though you knew you could never capture it again.

Maybe because you could never recapture it.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

“My pleasure,” Caliban said, equally quiet and soft.

He drove much slower on the way home than he had going to the carnival, and you almost didn’t want to say anything to ruin this perfect, not-fake bubble that the two of you existed in as you went down the highway. So, instead, you picked some music that both of you liked and turned the volume as high as it could go, only turning it down when the two of you got close to his house again.

The happy yellow house broke your heart when you saw it because that meant you’d have to burst the perfect bubble and go home. Caliban must have felt the same because he pulled into the driveway but didn’t switch the car off for a long time after that. When he did, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“You know, if we kept driving, I’m sure we could make it to the beach by sunrise,” Caliban said, hand still resting over the ignition.

“I’m sure we could.”

“That’s more second date material though, isn’t it?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” you said. “Why don’t you ask me out and we’ll see?”

Caliban smiled and turned his head to look at you. “Would you like to go out with me again?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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