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stuffeddeer · 5 months

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ddeeeEEER 😭 you have me clutching my chest dying from ur fluff good LORD

i'll be the first to ask for the rest of what you wrote post that shit NOW this is a threat/j

ouggggh ur dazai makes me want to squash him and blend him up and smash him into bits

butt anywho happy thanksgiving!!

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uefiuhseufh THANK YOU 🩵ANON!!!! i wrote these literally seconds after "pt1" but didn't wanna clog ppls feeds w thousands of kissing hcs um oops

PT1

(not necessary to read, just more silly ideas)

15!Dazai who, whether it's you who leans in first or him, gets so overwhelmed. The rush of emotions and warmth he's never been shown causes him to panic, which makes him push you away! (Quite harshly at that..) He doesn't mean to but omg Dazai is just SO not used to affection and comfort that the warm fluttery feeling in his chest makes him sick to his stomach. Processing these feelings makes him feel flustered and sheepish and AHH!!!!! It's too much!!! He'd avoid you so horribly after he's so stupid, ducking into other hallways or using his hands to physically cover his face (very obvious to poor you!!) all so he didn't have to acknowledge the fact that you made him feel different. It'd probably take Chuuya yelling at him for his stupidity for him to realize he really really likes you! And that feeling is actually good!!!

PM!Dazai who's cocky and knows exactly what he wants; He's the demon prodigy for a reason. This Dazai is an asshole who kisses you without warning - no "I'm interested in you" or slow lean in or anything - just cuts you off with a long kiss that takes your breath away before he moves back. He'll tease you for being "so in love with him, as many are," before waving his hand dismissively and leaving. Dazai is a total jerk so when you ask if this means he likes you, he denies it: just saying that he knew you liked him and thought he'd be generous and give you your first and last kiss with him. Dazai flaunts a pretty smile and leans suspiciously close as he says this before immediately leaving under the guise of some meeting he's definitely lying about. He'd start doing things to draw your attention to his lips after this just to mess with you - putting on chapstick and the like. PM!Dazai would love to see you get frustrated and annoyed with his antics but not do anything, knowing it'd only make it worse. grrr biting scratching clawing i need him gone

ADA!Dazai who's anxious. He's so totally in love with you and is overwhelmed by it all! His eyes sting and his throat turns dry, a sign that he feels like crying, but he just stands there at the sight of you. You 'd be the one to initiate it first, an anxious look on your face as you pull back to a ghostly white Dazai standing frigid. The thought of oh fuck, did I overstep? leads to you apologize profusely. Once he finally gets his breath back (you feeling downright horrible with every moment he's silent), Dazai practically hangs off of you, pathetically gripping onto your arm with both of his and holding you close. You ask if this means he likes you back but he still can't speak, just burying his head into the crook of your neck. Give him time, he's still working through everything!!!! It's been a long time since he has actually liked someone, especially so deeply, so it's hard for him to come to terms with it :( He just wants to be near you but he can't find the words to express that just yet. Being vulnerable is so scary!

Beast!Dazai who gets horrifically drunk. How else could he manage all of the things he has to go through? Just knowing he could never confide in Oda like he once has leads him to throwing back drink after drink... Until he ends up on your doorstep. He'd wanted to keep you at arms length, to stop you from following him down the dark road he was paving, but with a few too many drinks in him he found he didn't care. You let him in right away, more than happy to pour him a glass of water and let him crash on your couch for the night. Before you could even turn towards your kitchen, he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, full of love and need and every feeling he has felt for you across lifetimes. The kiss would last a minute or so before Dazai would pull away, hugging you tightly and making you promise him that you'd never leave him, even if he makes horrible decisions and drives everyone else away — you are his, remember? In every life.

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cloudlessly-light · 5 months

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Hi. Can you write something about Emily being obsessed with Aarons arms pls …

Title: Seems you cannot be replaced (Chapter 5/7) Summary: It shouldn’t have happened, but they were drunk. It shouldn’t have happened but it felt right. It shouldn’t have happened but now it has. It shouldn’t have happened now they have to deal with it.

Or, Emily always leaves before he wakes up, but she always leaves a note. Word Count: 3,3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, dirty talk, feels

“I’m sorry.” She whispers it in the quiet elevator the next morning as they’re getting ready to leave.

He’s standing in front of her, back turned. They’re alone and Emily wants to disappear. She hadn’t counted on them being alone so quickly, hadn’t expected not to give them both some more time to digest that she left him. Again.

Guilt was seeping through her body, like every nerve was set ablaze by regret and had been ever since she wrote her message only a few hours before.

“Aaron?” She tries softly and reaches for him, but the second her hand lands on his upper arm he takes a step forward.

“I don’t need an apology.” He says just moments before the doors open and reveals the team standing in the lobby, already waiting for them bags in hand. “I need you to give me some time. You know what I want, how I feel, if you can’t give me that then you need to give me some time.”

She knows he’s right, she knows that she’s the one that’s hurting him. So she sucks in a long breath as he walks away. It doesn’t matter that she knows that she’s made a mistake, not when she could hear the heartbreak in his voice, could see the hurt in his eyes.

It was her choice, and now she’d has to live with the consequences.

“Hey, Prentiss. You good?” Derek’s familiar voice comes from behind her. It’s been a few days since Texas, since that night and Emily knows that the team’s picked up on something. She’s been tired, easily irritated in a way that she normally wasn’t.

“Yeah. Just a bad week.” She turns in her chair and forces a smile that she hopes looks genuine. “Not enough sleep, you know how it goes.”

“Is it-” He stops himself, eyes flittering quicky to the bruise that’s still on her wrist, finger shaped blues, greens and yellows coloring her skin. “Is it because of the case? Because of-”

“No this has nothing to do with the case.” She cuts him off and she can tell that Derek knows he’s overstepped. “I’m fine Morgan, really.” She stands up and squeezes his shoulder. “But thank you for caring.” Her voice was genuine now, because as much as she didn’t want her friends to meddle in her life, she appreciated that they cared.

“Anytime, Princess.”

It’s not even a week later and they’re flying to New York. Things are still strained between them, clipped words and sharp sentences that she doesn’t mind because she knows that Aaron, just like her, aren’t granted the privilege to put physical space between each other. He’s hurting and trying to cope the best he can. So she gives him that.

The second she hears about Kate Joyner she feels annoyed, the subtle dig Dave makes, the knowing looks between JJ and Spencer, it all bugs her. Jealousy she knows she has no right to feel rooting in her stomach and stays there. It doesn’t help that the woman is stunning, a copy of his ex-wife and Emily forces a joke to JJ but all she wants is to drag Aaron out of the office the blonde had just dragged him into.

The jealousy doesn’t go away, even if she manages to subdue it in between fired shots and detective Sam Cooper who she’s seen right through. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy the banter, the easiness of it. It also didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes.

And then the unsub stops mid-chase and shoots him, so she fires back and for a split second everything stops.

Her mind is still reeling as Cooper is being driven off in an ambulance, his blood still on her hands. Aaron is there, he shows up with Joyner but his eyes are on her and she can tell that he’s looking to see if she’s hurt, a slight franticness to him as he does. But she’s okay, gives him a nod and then he continues to talk to Dave and Spencer.

When they regroup it all makes sense. They aren’t dealing with a group of unsubs, they’re dealing with terrorists.

There’s been an explosion, and everything is chaos. There’s been an explosion and she’s been driving like a maniac to find her team. There’s been an explosion and Aaron isn’t there. Aaron isn’t there.

She can’t think about anything else, can’t think about anything other than that he is gone and she knows in her gut that something is wrong. Then Penelope tells them what’s happened and she breathes a sigh of relief because he’s okay, even as her body is filled with disgust because Kate is hurt, badly. She knows she shouldn’t feel relief, but she does because Aaron wasn’t in the car, he isn’t dead.

She’s the first one to say that she’s going to the hospital, she needed to see him, needed to make sure he was still alive.

“I’m fine.”

She hears his voice just as a doctor pushes back a curtain and she follows him quickly.

“Where are my clothes, please?”

“Lay down.”

The sound of her voice seems to surprise him just enough to make him stop.

“I said, lay down and let them do their job.” She says again, staring him down as her arms cross over her chest. To her own surprise he listens.

“Can you give us a minute?” She turns to the doctor who nods, seemingly more than happy that someone else would take over. Once they’re alone she stands planted at the foot of the gurney, glaring at him and he glares right back.

“Has anything happened since the blast?” He asks and she feels rage curse through her.

“You could have died.” She ignores the way her voice shakes but knows that he hears it.

“Emily-”’

“No, Aaron no.” She cuts him off and he sits up, his feet already on the floor before she manages to push him in the chest to keep him from getting up. It doesn’t hurt him, barely makes him budge but he stays sitting on the edge of the bed. “You could have died tonight and we are still in this mess.” A single tear falls down her cheek and he carefully wipes it away.

“But I didn’t.” He says softly and she fights a sob that wants to erupt. “I didn’t die.”

“What if I- fuck Aaron I didn’t know- all I could think about.” She starts her sentence over and over. This isn’t the time or the place, she knows that. But she also knows that not telling him how she felt was impossible, not after having thought that she’d lost him.

He seems to realize too, his eyes gentle and warm as he waits for her to tell him what they both knew, what they had been fighting for weeks now.

“I didn’t.” He whispers and closes her eyes tight, like she’s trying to rid herself of the memories. “I’m right here, I didn’t die.”

“You could have.” She repeats and his warm, large hands move to gently hold her hips, the simple touch nudging her the last bit to say what she needed. “I-I can’t lose you. I’m falling in love with you.”

For a few seconds he stays completely silent, eyes on her, face almost an unreadable and she thinks that she’s too late. But then he smiles.

“So what I needed to do was to almost get blown up for you to admit your feelings?” His words make her chuckle, even as a few more tears fall from her eyes.

“You’re such an ass.”

When they kiss it’s soft, a promise of more and for those few seconds, nothing existed but them.

But of course they’re in the middle of a terrorist attack, Kate has died, and they don’t have time for much more. The team shows up, and as they’re putting the last few pieces together Derek, as brave as he is, drives off with a bomb in a way that Emily would later call stupid.

“I saved all of us.” He defends as they all get ready to leave for the airport the next day. Except Emily and Aaron, they’re driving back.

“Yeah, you’re still and idiot.” She teases just as Aaron walks out and gives her a nod.

“Hey, you’re sure you want to drive back to Washington? I could do it.” Derek offers and she smiles because he has no idea just how much she wants to be alone with Aaron right now.

“I’m good Morgan. I’ll see you at the office.”

When she gets in the driver’s seat, Aaron is already seated in the passenger seat.

“Ready to get going?” She asks and he nods with a smile.

“Did you tell him?” He gestures to Derek who’s about to get into the car and drive away.

“No, let’s keep this between us. For a while.” She feels his warm hand on her thigh and she places her own over his and gives his hand a squeeze.

Three weeks later

They’ve been together only for a few weeks when Emily wakes up with Aaron’s strong arm around her middle. They had spent almost every night together, getting to know each other as more than friends and colleagues and she came to find that it was easy to differentiate Aaron from Hotch. She wakes up before him, something that was rare but she loved when she got to enjoy him as he relaxed against her.

She let her eyes drift over his strong arm, the comfort of the slight heaviness something she’s gotten used to. She looked over his arm, from where his fingers twitched slightly as he slept, to the dark hair starting low on his wrist that she can’t help but to gently trace with her finger. His muscle jumped and she knew he was waking up so she turned from where she was lying on her side.

“Morning sweetheart.” He mumbled, voice rough from sleep and she couldn’t believe that he was this effortlessly sexy. Still couldn’t believe that she had fought this for as long as she had.

“Good morning.” She smiled as he pressed a lazy smile against the crook of her neck where he had buried his face. “It’s still early, you can keep sleeping.”

“Or, I could do this instead.” He already sounds more awake, lips trailing from her neck to her jaw and then he’s kissing her as he shifts and she feels all of him pressing against her. He’s hard against her thigh and she whimpers slightly against his lips.

“I never thought I’d meet someone with a higher sex drive than me.” She teases and he hums in between kisses that are getting more heated as his hands start to move down her body.

They fuck lazily, enjoying each other until he’s coming deep inside of her as she grinds on top off him.

Later she finds herself watching him again. He’s making her breakfast, wearing nothing but dark green boxers that hang low on his hips and she’s almost taken back by how delicious he looks. She once again finds herself looking at his arms, how the strong muscle is hidden under soft skin, watches the veins as he sits beside her, how the coffee cup looks tiny in his large hand.

“What?” He asks, catching her not so subtle gawking with a teasing smirk.

“Can’t I enjoy the view?” Her words make him blush, and it’s another thing she loved about him. He had no idea just how gorgeous he was.

“What do you want to do today?” He changes the subject and she shrugs as her hand lands on his forearm.

“I don’t know, we could stay at home? Relax for once?” She traces a finger through the fine hair covering his arm, eyes fastened on it.

“Or, you could meet Jack?”

That made her look at him so fast he almost laughs.

“Already?” They had talked about it, but she had figured that it would be months before Aaron was ready for that. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”

“No.” It’s his turn to shrug. “I mean unless you’re planning on ditching me anytime soon?” He winks at her as her mouth opens and closes repeatedly. “I’m only kidding.” He stamps a kiss to her lips. “If you’re not ready to meet him, then that’s okay, it is soon. I just want him to meet my girlfriend.”

“That’s the first time you’ve said that.” She smiles, big and toothy and he chuckles.

“That you’re my girlfriend?” When she nods he moves to gently hold her neck, pulling her forward. “Of course you’re my girlfriend, Emily.”

She smiles into a kiss and when they break apart there’s not a doubt in her mind. She wants the man in front of her, she wants him forever.

“Call Haley and ask if it’s okay.”

That same night she’s coming into the kitchen just as Aaron takes the chicken out of the oven, hair still wet from her shower, body wrapped in a bathrobe. She was tired, but it wasn’t tired in the way you were in you slept too little or were too stressed, no she was tired in the way you were when you had spent hours with a three-year-old. It was the kind of tired she didn’t mind, because Jack was worth it.

“So let me be the first to say, Jack adores you.” Aaron says as she stretches, her hands high above her head.

“I adore him too. He’s such a great kid.” She goes to hug him from behind and presses a kiss to his shoulder. “But am I a horrible person if I say that I’m happy that it’s just us tonight?”

“No, you’re not.” He’s smiling when he turns around to face her. “Did you have something in mind though?” When her eyebrow raised and she gives him a look, his hands grip her a little tighter. “What about dinner?”

“I’m not hungry, at least not for food.” She removes her bathrobe and reveals the lace underwear set she’s wearing.

“Emily.” Her name is a breathy gasp and when she falls to her knees in front of him, Aaron moves to lean against the counter.

She holds his gaze as she gets his jeans off then presses a kiss against his bulge over his underwear. When she feels him jerking against her lips she smirks.

“Take off your shirt.” She says and he immediately complies. “You’re so fucking sexy.” She looks over his body while pulling down his boxers. “And all mine.” When she takes him in her mouth his knees buckle for a second.

“Fuck baby.” He husks out, fingers easily finding their way to her still damp hair. She moans softly around him, the feeling of his fingers gently tugging and gripping making her shiver as she slowly works her way down his shaft.

He’s getting harder with every second, each swipe of her tongue and every suck making him delirious with want. Then she looks back up at him, eyes hazy in that familiar way, pupils blown wide.

“So good.” He whispers and her cheeks tint pink at the praise. “I swear you were made for me, every fucking hole.” His fingers tighten in her hair and she whimper around him. Her thighs clench as she starts to bop her head faster.

She takes him as deep as she can, ignores how she chokes and how her eyes turn glassy as she works his cock over. When his hips start to jerk against her face, she wraps a fist around him and starts to pump. She pulls off him only to suck in a couple of breaths and then she takes him back in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip of him as her hand twists his base and Aaron groans above her.

“I want you to come in my mouth.” She pants and his jaw clenches as he swallows hard. “I want it all.” Spit hangs from her bottom lip and he wipes it with his thumb before sucking that same thumb between his lips.

“Make me come, then.” He smirks and she has him in her mouth only a few moments later. She pushes forward, keeps going until her nose presses against his pelvis and Aaron groans. Her throat contracts around him, her eyes are glassy as she looks up at him, and then she pulls back, only to do the same thing again and he thinks he’s going to lose his mind.

He tugs her hair again and then he fists it hard, making her gasp around the tip of him. She knows what he wants, so she sits back on her heels and opens her mouth wide. When he starts to thrust against her face, she can’t resist and moves a hand between her legs. She’s soaked, the fabric of her underwear damp and she moans quietly around his cock as he keeps pushing his hips against her.

“Don’t come.” He grits out, almost overwhelmed by the pleasure of her mouth and the visual of her on her knees touching herself. “You’re going to wait until I’m ready to fuck you.”

Emily nods, even as her fingers are circling her clit faster. She can tell that he’s getting close, hips stuttering, filthy words fall from his mouth and she’s pretty sure she’s dripping onto the floor by now. Her eyes move over him, from his face, to his chest, to his arms. She can see the muscle in his forearm tense as he grips her hair tighter. She knows how strong his arms are, how easily he pins her down or throws her around and she whines at the thought.

“Gonna come.” His hushed words bring her eyes back to his face. “You ready for it?”

She nods frantically, stops touching herself and instead focuses everything on pleasing him. He tenses just as he grunts and then the salty taste of him lands on her waiting tongue. His hips jerk as she sucks on his tip, her hand coming up to jerk the rest of him, drawing out the pleasure until he’s backing away, still panting.

“Jesus Christ Em.” He leans against the counter, hands gripping it to keep steady before he helps her up to stand. He pulls her into a kiss, pushes his tongue against hers and groans at the taste of him that still lingers. His hand moves into her underwear and when he feels the slick of her he can’t help to hum. “My my, such a messy girl.”

“Aaron.” She whimpers, her hands digging into the muscle of his upper arms. “Need you.”

“Then why would you make me come in that pretty mouth of yours?” He teases as he turns them around until he can bend her over the counter. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you sweetheart.”

He makes her come three times before he’s even inside of her, by the time they land in a messy tangle of limbs Emily’s exhausted and sated. She falls asleep with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

The next morning Aaron wakes up to an empty bed and for a second he feels panicked, but then he hears Emily humming to herself in the bathroom and his eyes move to the note that’s on her pillow.Don’t think the notes stop just cause I’m your girlfriend now. Em

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jjuniehao · 2 years

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[10:34 am]: choi soobin || part 1

soobin cussing up a storm is the first thing your mind registers when you wake up, sight still bleary while you look around, trying to gather your bearings. “this stupid fucking—“ soobin cuts himself off with a grunt, dropping the piece of wood he’d been fiddling with, though you’re not quite sure to which piece of unassembled furniture it belongs to.

soobin turns to you when he hears the tired chuckle you let out, watching you sit up properly and stretch. “morning,” he sighs, turning his attention back to the cluster that is your soon-to-be furniture. you watch him for a second and before you can mention what happened last night, soobin suddenly gets up, excitedly pulling out a chair from behind a wall of boxes.

“look at this bad boy!” he grins, patting the cushion while staring at you expectantly. the two of you just stare at each other for a second, “a chair?” he immediately shakes his head, tsking you with a frown on his face, “it’s not a chair, it’s our chair. our first chair. i built that chair. actually, now that i’m thinking about it, it’s my chair. oh, and also,” he rushes into the hallway, coming back with a paper bag in hand, “i got breakfast.”

the two of you sit on the floor, the baked goods soobin bought earlier resting on the chair you decided to use as a makeshift table for now.

i built that chair, i put my blood, sweat and tears into that thing, we’re using it.

the silence is disturbed by the occasional crunch when one of you takes a bite, but apart from that, the awkward silence is deafening. you both know that there is a lot to talk about, but no one seems to want to be the first one to bring it up. you don’t want to bring it up because you feel like you already overstepped the day before, and soobin would rather the both of you just forget about it — even though he was the one to promise that you would talk about it.

your gaze is wandering through the room, randomly fixating on something in faux interest. soobin seems to be in a similar predicament, his eyes darting from place to place, though he always manages to steal a quick glance at you.

“this is pretty awkward, huh?” soobin suddenly breaks the silence, your eyes finally meeting for the first time. you probably would have no idea how to react if it was anyone but soobin — but it’s him, so you don’t even think about holding back the snort you let out.

“not at all, what are you talking about?” your voice drips with sarcasm and the atmosphere between you two starts to get a little warmer again, the crushing awkwardness from earlier slowly dissipating.

soobin gulps, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, “i never did”. seeing the look of confusion on your face makes him shuffle a little, adjusting himself before he continues.

“yesterday, when you asked when i got over you,” he steals a quick glance at your face, “i never did. i’ve always been in love with you. back then and…i still am.”

you nodded in understanding and then it’s silent again. soobin is…disappointed, quite frankly? he just told you he’s been in love with you his whole life, and your reaction - if you can call it that - is more than lacklustre. maybe even a little annoying.

soobin’s ripped out of his spiralling by your sudden giggling. what’s so funny? are you laughing at him? he just poured you his heart out and you—

“i’m sorry, but i just can’t stop thinking about our first kiss now. it could’ve been so much less awkward if i would’ve known, oh my god,” you giggle at him, soobin’s ears turning beet red at the memory you just brought back.

the premise is cliche; a game of truth or dare. you were asked to kiss the most attractive person in the room, but you were uncomfortable with kissing a complete stranger at a party — so you kissed soobin, and while you both managed to play it off that evening, the burning tips of your ears every time you thought back to it spoke volumes. both of you were very vocal to each other about how it was just for a dare and how he just was the person you trusted the most. he’s your best friend, after all.

your eyes meet, your giggles dying in your throat and there is a shiver running down your spine at the look on his face. there is something in his eyes, a certain determination that you’ve never seen before.

“well…we could always do a redo?” he suggests, gaze unwavering.

he doesn’t know what came over him, where the sudden confidence comes from. maybe because you didn’t immediately shut him down. you didn’t run out, moving back to your parents. you didn’t look at him with disgust or disdain, you didn’t blame him for his feelings.

maybe it’s just his desperation reaching it’s peak.

your throat is dry, and you can feel your insides getting hotter thanks to the building tension. while soobin’s gaze is determined, you can still tell that he’s nervous. both of you know that this is a crossroad you won’t be able to turn back on; if you go ahead now, it’s going to change everything.

fuck it.

change is good, right?

especially when it means you finally get to kiss your best friend without a stupid dare involved.

you shuffle towards him, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips in anticipation. soobin is about to burst, and he hopes you will forgive him for his eagerness when he suddenly places his hands on your cheeks and pulls your face towards him, your lips a mere breath away from each other.

he’s giving you a last chance to opt out, to go back to the way things were. his eyes are soft now, the determination and desperation from earlier replaced with care and pure, gentle love.

it makes you want to kiss him even more.

so you do.

it’s sweet and warm and so, so much better than the last time you kissed — years and years of suppressed affection bubbling to the surface. and it’s clear in the way neither of you want to stop, in the way you chase the other’s lips.

soobin pulls away, staring at you with so much love, his face still so incredibly close; it’s intoxicating, and if there’s one thing you regret in life, it’s not having done this sooner. the way his warm hands cup your face makes your heart swell, and just when you’re about to lean back in, to quell your desire for more, more, more, more, more, there is a knock on the door.

you jump a little and soobin chuckles at you, pressing quick kisses all over your face, “forgot to tell you, i called the guys this morning while you were still asleep,” he mumbles, the knocks getting progressively louder, “figured we could use their help.”

he pulls you in for one last kiss before getting up to open the door while you’re left in your soobin-induced daze, still sitting next to the chair on the floor. you can’t help the giddy smile on your face, and now you’re even more excited to finally be living with soobin.

maybe you won’t even have to waste the energy on building a second bed now.

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nakamurastorrington · 10 months

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I've come to ur askbox bearing percybaster and also trans!al

Alabaster doesn't like swimming bc gender dysphoria so Percy makes it a mission to find a lil secluded spot in the forest that nobody visits and makes a lil pond type thing for them to swim in 👁👁

took some liberties by making the lil forest pond a lagoon cave thingy instead but here ya go hehe

The little cave is beautiful, with columned walls and jagged domes of limestone embracing the glinting turquoise waters, which are so clear that Alabaster can see the bedrock several fathoms beneath them no problem. Hanging over the cave's northeast side is an eye to the sky, letting sunrays provide them natural light as Percy beaches their little kayak on a flat area next to the mouth of the cave.

It's beautiful, and trepidation cloys in Alabaster's throat. Percy has just barely managed to hammer into his head that all this care wasn't just a way to somehow fatten Alabaster up before he's offered up to a slaughter for the gods. Now, it was just a question of whether said care was out of pity or remorse.

Alabaster likes neither option. Even moreso now that they would make his discomfort look very, very bad. He doesn't wanna be ungrateful.

"C'mon, Torrington! Get in!" Percy yells, whooping as he leaps in headfirst. When he surfaces again, the water rolls off tanned skin in rivulets. "It's the perfect day for a swim!"

"For you, maybe," grumbles Alabaster, toying with the bottom of his shirt. "Any day is a perfect day for you to swim."

"Tsk, don't be so hotheaded. The sun today is oppressive enough as it is."

"Well, don't put the fault on me. Contact your rhyming fucker of a cousin and tell him to tone it down, since you're so chummy with the family."

Still, Percy is right; the day is hot. The crevices of his inner compression shirt are uncomfortable with damp sweat, and the glimmering water looks horribly tempting. Alabaster settles for sitting down where the limestone drops off beneath the water.

Percy wades towards him. "Did I do something?" he asks.

"No." Alabaster slowly kicks out his shins, creating gentle whirpools underwater. "For once."

"What is it, then? Is this... Is this too much?"

"Is what too much? Talking like you sculpted this place into the ideal date venue," Alabaster scoffs.

There's a beat, and Percy awkwardly chuckles. "Not entirely. Just smoothed out the dangerous edges, put the skylight there, cleared out some sharp rocks... But the rest is natural. I just happened to find it."

When he receives no reply, Percy hoists himself halfway out of the water. Alabaster's face grows hot in a way that has nothing to do with the weather—and everything to do with the way Percy settles himself, sculpted forearms and lean torso and all, in the space between his legs.

Contrary to the seeming audacity of that move, though, Percy's next words are laced with uncertainty. "If I overstepped, I really didn't mean to. We can just forget about this and go back—"

Alabaster grabs the Camp bead necklace before Percy can continue, and the son of Poseidon settles. Then, seized by some strange urge, he flattens his palm against Percy's firm sternum.

"One day, when I'm not constantly at the risk of dying," he says, "I won't have to rely on the Mist or my binders anymore. I'll be able to handle being—being seen. Then maybe I'll swim."

Percy blinks at him. "Being seen by others? I can swim outside if you want privacy."

A bitter smile crosses Alabaster's face. "Some days, I can barely look at myself. Today's one of those days, apparently. Especially when you look like goddamn Little Merman, in your element and all. It's annoying."

"Oh. Sorry?"

"For fuck's sake. You were all too happy to give me a show, weren't you? Go on." Alabaster pushes him away with his fingertips, and Percy topples back into the water with bubbling laughs.

He wasn't lying; the next several minutes, he leeches off the contagion of Percy's joy. "Look at this weird seashell I found down there," "How long can you hold your breath, just dunk your face in—haha you look stupid underwater," "SPLASH FIGHT!" and Alabaster actually fucking indulges him. The last one in particular gives him an idea of how to use this place. Just so Percy's effort doesn't go to waste, of course. If there's one thing Alabaster can appreciate, it's a masterful use of one's powers.

That's all there is to it. Really.

"Hey, Jackson!" he calls out, getting to his feet. "Fuck you!" And predictably, Percy shouts it back and sends another mini-tsunami at him.

Alabaster grins. "Incantare," he mutters under his breath, so that Percy can't hear him, "Furit Mare."

Immediately, the wave erupts from the surface with a roar, reversing its momentum and crashing down on its original caster.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Percy's voice reverberates from underneath, and Alabaster smugly grins. The dark head pops back out. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"Well, I figured," Alabaster replies, "if I can't fight you in your element, I'll just have to learn how to work with it to beat you."

"Oh, it's so on," Percy growls, commanding the water to raise him to his feet.

"Oh." Another incantation, and when Alabaster steps onto the water, the surface holds. "It is."

Note: "Furit Mare" roughly translates to... "The sea is raging" .... ? But I am no Latin scholar so I make no pretensions of expertise here HAHAHHA

#i loved this prompt #hope you like this lil smth hehe #percybaster #watermagic #al learning how to walk on water hehe #percy jackson #alabaster torrington #my ficlets #my asks #trans!alabaster

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ilovecupcakesandtea · 9 months

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Chapter 1. Chapter 7

The conversation with his manager had gone better than Steve expected. They had recently lost their overnight stock person and he couldn’t help but think how perfect that would be. Now that his manager had agreed to let him take the spot he could be home with Nova while Eddie was at work, if Eddie would agree to that of course. Since they had moved in, Eddie had continued to take Nova to Aimee’s before work and Steve would pick her up on days he got off work before Eddie. He had been trying to think of a way to be home during the day so Eddie didn’t have to drive all the way to the other side of town to drop Nova off and then back into town to work. His manager hadn’t been excited about the idea, Steve had a way with getting annoyed customers to calm down, but he’d understood when Steve explained.

Now he had to find a way to bring it up with Eddie. It probably would have been best to talk to him before but he thought Eddie might be more likely to accept his offer this way. There’d be the excuse of saving gas too of course. Steve didn’t have to tell him how attached he’d grown to Nova. He knew she wasn’t technically his responsibility but his heart didn’t seem to get the memo. Sure he’d have to get used to a new sleep schedule that involved sleeping a little in the morning and a little again at night, just hoping it all added up to a decent eight hours, but he could make it work. His new shift would have him going in at ten and off by four in the morning.

Eddie would be home any minute now so Steve brought their dinner to table and got Nova set up in her high chair. Should he wait until after dinner to talk to him? What if he lost the courage during dinner when he decided to wait until after? There wasn’t any more time to figure it out when he heard the front door open.

“Princess I’m home!!” Eddie shouted as he walked through the door. “And there is my bravest knight, have you been looking after the princess this afternoon?” he asked Nova as he picked her up blowing raspberries on her stomach whilst she giggled.

"Really?" Steve asked, trying to hide the fondness in his voice with an eye roll. "How was your day?"

“Yes really, look at how much she’s giggling. Are you going to ruin that for her?” Eddie smirked. “Yeah not been too bad, Susan came in, for the third time this week, apparently the car is still making the weird noise”

"Of course she didn't get the hint." Steve mumbled as he started putting the pasta on plates for each of them. "Anyway, I uh, I've got something to talk to you about."

“Hit me with it” Eddie said as he grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge.

"So I got switched to stocking overnight at work."

“Oh, how come? They short on nights?” Eddie queeried.

"No. I actually asked for it."

“Right, why’s that?”

"So um, I kinda thought that maybe it would be helpful. I could watch Nova while you were at work so you don't have to drive all the way to Aimee's and back towards work. Thought it might make things easier and save you some gas." Steve said, pushing his pasta around his plate and staring down at it. He couldn't look at Eddie, didn't want to see the look on his face if he thought Steve was overstepping.

“Steve, you really didn't have to do that, I’m making it work, it means a lot that you’ve done it though. Thank you so much” Eddie replied with a smile.

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to."

“Well, thank you again. So what hours will you be working?” Eddie asked.

"Ten to four."

“Ok, that's great”

"I finish this week on my current schedule and then switch next week."

“I’ll have a word at work as well, see if I can start doing the slightly later shift giving you a chance to sleep before you’re left with madam, I’ll make sure she’s changed, dressed for the day and fed before I leave so she’ll settle back down and give you longer.” Eddie said.

"You don't have to do that. I knew what my sleep schedule would be like when I asked to switch. It's fine really. I don't mind. I just want to help and she's good company."

“It’s only fair after how much you’ve done for us both and continue to do.”

"It's no big deal, really. It's nice to have some life in this house for a change." Steve replied. What he really wanted to say was that he'd do anything for Eddie and Nova. They didn't even have to ask. If it would make their lives easier or better in any way then Steve wouldn't hesitate to do it. That wasn't something he could say out loud though. He had already been worried about overstepping and continued to worry about the possibility of Eddie finding out his real feelings and leaving.

They finished eating the pasta and garlic bread and then Eddie gave Nova her last bottle whilst her bath ran. 40 minutes, a giggly bathtime and silly voices for a story later and Nova was sound asleep in her crib Eddie headed back downstairs, baby monitor screen in hand.

“Fancy a movie before we sleep?” Eddie asked as he walked into the kitchen finding Steve cleaning up from their evening meal.

“Sure, we could watch the second Lord of the Rings film if you want? The Two Towers right?” Steve answered, finishing up with the dishes and drying his hands off.

“Correct, I'll make a nerd of you yet Harrington” Eddie laughed.

“Yeah yeah whatever” Steve grumbled “Go set up whilst I put these away yeah?"

They settled down on the couch and Eddie started the film. Soon enough Eddie's eyes started to get very heavy.

He woke up sometime later to the title screen playing over and over and soft breathing into his neck. Had he fallen asleep with Nova on him? Surely there was no way he would, or that Steve would leave her there. No no, he remembered getting her ready for bed, making up a story and setting her down. That meant that the breath and soft snores could only be from one person. Steve. Oh. Fuck, how had this happened? He opened his eyes and looked down. He was lying on his back on the couch, Steve was lying half on his side and half over Eddie he had ended up with his face smooshed into Eddies neck. Shit. This was not good. He had to move slowly but before Steve woke up to find that this had happened. How would he react if he woke up to find them cuddled up? Eddie didn’t have enough money to move out just yet. He’d hoped he’d have a little more time before they had to move out, he wanted to find somewhere else, perfect for him and Nova.

He slowly moved himself from under Steve and made sure that Steve looked comfy on the couch before laying a blanket over him and then heading up to bed himself. As he lay there after he wondered if Steve would remember in the morning. Had he already ruined what he and Nova had? But then again Eddie didn't remember Steve falling asleep and he certainly didn't remember them cuddling up.

Had it really been that long since he’d been on a date that he took comfort wherever he could find it? He fell into a restless sleep.

When he woke again he did what he did every morning upon waking, he looked over at Nova’s monitor and made sure she was ok. What he saw this morning almost killed him off right there. He watched as Steve said good morning to Nova and picked her up giving her a big hug, she couldn't have been crying, Eddie never slept through her actually crying, no, this was Steve just going and making sure she was ok. Eddie sat up and watched as Steve got her diaper changed and set her down on the floor, sitting with her and playing with her toys. Eddie reached over and grabbed his phone, turning all his dating profiles back on before he could think twice, he figured it was either that or getting on his knees for Steve Harrington, and at this point he wasn't sure he would propose to him or blow him. Both, he would probably end up doing both. Having a crush on a straight guy never ended well.

“Steve, can I talk to you about something?” Eddie asked, walking into the living room a few evenings later.

"Sure, what's up?"

“So, I’ve been talking to someone called Taylor for a handful of days and I was wondering if you could watch Nova a couple hours extra one day next week so we can grab a drink after work?”

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure. That's fine." Steve answered half-heartedly.

“Thanks man, I owe you one” Eddie sighed, relieved. “Fancy Chinese takeout?”

"Sounds good to me."

They both ate their food and then Eddie got Nova ready for bed, she giggled her way through her bath and fell asleep before the princess had met the dragon in his story. The whole time he got her ready he couldn't help but think about how quiet Steve had been after Eddie had mentioned the date. Had he really stepped over the line asking for extra babysitting?

Steve sat rocking Nova in silence. It probably would have helped if he'd attempted to hum or sing but he couldn't really get his mind to do anything but think about Eddie. How Eddie was out on a date with someone else right now, probably having a great time and that should be Steve. Had he done something wrong to push Eddie away from him and towards other people? He wanted Eddie to be happy even if it was with someone else but damn it if it wasn't going to hurt like hell. Maybe Steve wasn't really what Eddie or Nova needed in the end, they'd be happier somewhere else. He could at least pretend that he was enough and try to enjoy their presence while they were still here.

As Steve put Nova in her crib, he heard the front door open and close.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Steve asked once he made it downstairs to Eddie.

“Yeah it went ok, we got on well. Kind of left it open if we’ll see each other again, but yeah. I think it went well.” Eddie said on the friday evening when he got home after his date.

He hadn’t lied, the date had gone well, but Taylor had already expressed an interest in seeing him again but Eddie had said that he would need to sort child care first and would message them. Truthfully he liked them, they were good looking and they both got on well, but something wasn't quite right. He already felt as though they would be second best to Steve and that wasn't fair on them.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #steddie dads #steddie fan fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic

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icequeenlila · 1 year

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Sorry

Mental health went down the drain. Update's gonna take longer than promised. Sorry. Have some Aonung Spider beef in the meantime:

“How?”, Aonung finally broke the silence. “How can a body as small as yours, hold so much stupidity?” He sounded like he was torn between amusement and anger.

“It’s a gift.”

Aonung half turned towards him, his eyes full of disbelieve. “How did you manage to survive until now, with a foul mouth like this?”

Spider shrugged his shoulders. “Mostly, people are too shocked to respond. Makes running away pretty easy.”

When Aonung just continued to stare at him, Spider rolled his eyes.

“Oh, come on”, he said. “Don’t act like you’re all innocent. You’re not any better than me!”

“He is my father!”, Aonung argued. “You are just some small sky people, who’s not even been around for that long. If I was chief- “

“If you were chief, I would’ve voluntarily stayed with the RDA.”

Aonung scrunched up his nose. “You mean the people who shot Neteyam?”

Spider’s mouth fell shut at that.

“Don’t take me too seriously”, he muttered, looking away from his friend. “I’m a skxawng. Happy?”

This time, Aonung was the one to roll his eyes, while turning around his Ilu, guiding it back towards the village. “Let’s say I’m glad about your self-reflection skills.”

Spider shot him an annoyed look. Not that Aonung could see it with his back turned towards Spider. He felt his friend’s shoulders stiffen again. They were both silent as they slid through the water, both lost in their own thoughts and worries.

Spider sent another silent prayer towards Eywa, asking her to keep Tuk and Tsireya safe, wherever they might be right now.

He still couldn’t believe that Payakan would do something like that.

Lo’ak had taken him to meet his spirit brother and Spider had considered the Tulkun a friend, as did Kiri, Tuk and the others. So, why would Payakan just kidnap the girls? It made no sense.

Maybe it was supposed to be joke? Probably not. Even if it was, Spider doubted that Neytiri and Jake would laugh about it. Neytiri most likely was already hunting down the Tulkun, bow stretched, arrow ready to shoot.

Spider really wouldn’t want to switch places with Payakan right now.

“Try to keep your head low for the next few days”, Aonung’s voice brought him back into the now.

“Huh?”

His friend exhaled through his nose, clearly annoyed. “Try to keep out of my father’s sight”, he repeated. “He is a kind man, but you really overstepped back there.” He shot him a sharp look over his shoulder. “My mother would have strangled you to death already.”

“Oh, yeah.” Spider shuddered as he envisioned the woman’s wrath. “I have no doubt in that. Na’vi woman are scarry.”

Aonung actually chuckled at that. “You just don’t seem to get along with them too well.”

“Whatever”, Spider muttered with another roll of his eyes, remembering an earlier thought of his. “What orders did your father speak about back there?”

If Aonung’s shoulders were stiff before, they turned into stone at that question.

Hah! Something was off! Spider knew it!

“It’s none of your concern”, Aonung answered after a pause of silence that lasted a tick too long.

“Oh, really?”, Spider asked. “Okay then. But just so you know.” He leaned to the side a bit so he could see Aonung’s profile. “Neteyam has grown suspicious of this, too.”

The reaction was immediate. Aonung turned to look at him, his eyes growing big for a moment, before frowning down at Spider. “What do you mean?”

Spider half grinned at him, taking a bit of joy in stressing out the boy. “I mean, that the hunters are leaving more often than usual lately and your father goes with them almost every time, despite him being Olo’eyktan, supposed to take care of things at the village.” He shrugged. “Every time Neteyam asks questions you start sweating and now you won’t tell me about those orders.”

Aonung’s frown grew deeper and deeper.

Spider was joking. He thought it was obvious that he was. But somehow his friend didn’t seem to pick up on that at all. It had been a joke to Spider. But it obviously wasn’t to Aonung.

Was there maybe something more to this? Was there actually something the boy tried to hide?

Spider was more than curious now.

“Like I said”, Aonung growled. “None of your business.”

“Like I said”, Spider mimicked him. “Okay. Just a lil weird that’s all.” And then he added something else, because he just had to actively seek out trouble no matter what. “I’m pretty sure Neteyam won’t think too much of it when I tell him later.”

The Ilu stopped abruptly, causing Spider to tip forward, losing his grip on Aonung and falling face first into the water.

First Olo’eyktan. Now his son. Spider just had a knack for pissing people off.

“The fuck, bro!”, Spider called when he resurfaced.

“I’m not your bro”, Aonung growled, a deep frown on his forehead. “And you will keep your skxawng mouth shut about this! Neteyam doesn’t need to worry any more than he already does!”

“I was joking!”, Spider called, splashing a hand full of water at the Metkaiyen. Not that the boy cared. “It’s not like we suspect you to keep some dark secret or something! No need to be such a bitch!”

He grabbed onto the Ilu’s fin, just in case the boy wanted to leave him outside here. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“I could just leave you here”, Aonung said as if reading his mind. “This way I could make sure you will keep your mouth shut.”

“Do you have a hit list or something?”, Spider called up at him, holding on a little tighter to the poor animal. “Dude, you need to chill!”

“What’s a hit list?” Aonung looked confused all of a sudden, clearly thrown off topic by Spider’s words.

“You know, a hit list”, Spider said, trying to pull himself up. The Ilu didn’t seem too happy about all the grabbing and threw him off again. “Would you help me?”

“What’s a hit list?” Aonung looked at him unimpressed, not moving a muscle, definitely not helping Spider up.

Spider rolled his eyes at the boy. “It’s a list you make inside your head, with all the people you want to kill on it.”

Aonung frowned at him again, but this time he looked more shocked than anything. “Why would I want to kill anyone?”

“I don’t know!”, Spider called. “Why would you leave Lo’ak outside the reef to die! Why would you threaten to do the same to me? Why won’t you get a joke?”

“Because you’re not funny!”

“Or maybe it’s because you’re stupid!”

Aonung glowered at him, flaring his nostrils. “I really wish I could just leave you here to drown.”

Spider shot him a big grin through his mask. He wasn’t worried in the slightest.

“Yeah, I know”, he said, still very self-assured. He grinned a little brighter, just to piss the other off. “But you can’t, because then Neteyam would be pretty pissed at you.”

Aonung looked about ready to jump and drown Spider with his own hands. Yes, Spider was really pushing it, but at least his friend was distracted from worrying about his sister for a while. Aonung could scream at him all he wanted, Spider didn’t care. Maybe his friend would lose some tension like that.

“You’re despicable”, Aonung growled, but at the same time reached out his hand, silently offering to help Spider up.

“And you’re such a sweetheart”, Spider retorted, a mocking grin on his lips, taking the boy’s hand. “The sweetest of them all.”

Aonung just rolled his eyes at him, pulling him up. Spider settled down behind him, his hands on his friend’s shoulders again. Still tense. But maybe a little less than before.

(I'm dissapointed myself. I hope you can understand. I shouldn't have promised smth I can't keep, I just got so excited about finishing the chapter. It still has some errors and I'm not ready to post it yet.)

(Anyway, hope you have a nice day.)

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amiramorozova · 2 years

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twisted twins pt. 10

Aleksander drove for some time before he took me back to the dorm room that I lived in as he led me in there then knocked on the door as Nadia answered. She seen I was uncomfortable but she seemed worried too. "Thank you for bringing her back." Nadia said as I smiled at her. Aleksander had his arm around me though that was for the fact I'd already chosen as he removed his arm. "No problem." He said then he turned to me as he leaned in close as my heart beat fast and though Nadia was there I leaned in too as we shared a kiss. When he pulled away he smirked "Good night Amira." He said before he left

When I looked at Nadia she gave a knowing Smile as I looked at her but I knew I didn't want to hear it as I went over to the desk with all the makeup homework and got ready. I didn't care what they said but then I heard Nadia going over talking to Marie. Neither approached me till I was done and with their notes I was able to get caught up as I relaxed later before we decided to order delivery for dinner and I went to the living room to watch tv.

Marie and Nadia walked over sitting beside me as I was holding the remote when I decided to look at both of them. Marie was first to grab my hand to look at the ring on my hand as she looked at me curiosly then Nadia took it as she smiled. "So that's what the kiss was about.." She said as I smiled. "There was another ring offered..by Billy." I said as I described it but they both agreed they liked the one on my hand much better. They realized what it meant to wear it as I was not going to be able to do everything.

"So Aleksander Morozova..is your fiancé..so Billy.." nefore Nadia finished that thought I sighed "Billy can have me when Aleksander says so but right now he is not. I'm to be with both of them." I said as we were busy but then our order came soon enough as we went to pay for it but then the man said it was already paid for. I thought that was odd but then I realized what had just happened so I was going to have to tell him to stop it. Still we ate without a care at that moment then went to bed.

When we came to our college class and turned our homework into the bin as we took our seats I soon seen Aleksander walk in. He walked right over to me as he smirked before he took my hand in his and had me stand. "I hope you're ok with what happened yesterday." He said as I looked at him "Don't pay for my things..I can manage my own." I said as he looked at me "I did not mean to overstep if that is what you meant." He said but then Andrew walked in and seen us.

I disliked Andrew a lot though the man tried to ask me out before and while it was really just Nico, me, Andrew and Aleksander in the room I felt Aleksander pull me close and kiss me. I shouldn't have been surprised but this was infront of my best friend as I kissed him back. When we pulled away I looked over seeing Andrew looking jealous and angry but I didn't care as I just took my seat.

Class started and things were as usual but when we were walking to a next class Nicolas walked by me. "What was that about with you and the Godmother's son.." Nicolas asked as I raised my hand with the ring as he looked shock. I didn't have a lot to say but then things were going as usual. That when Lunch happened I was heading out to buy something but what I noticed was Aleksander was parked ready for me as he motioned for me to come on and get in as I did and we drove off.

"This isn't funny..my life is not a game." I said as he sighed but kept driving "You have no idea how much bigger this was, do you? If you didn't choose soon the enemy area was going to try to move in and remove you." He said his tone of anger easily taken noted of as I was curious. "Andrew is the son of another mafia, he was to get close to you but he easily annoyed you and then I joined in when we found you." Aleksander said as I realized something was off.

In fact Aleksander made a quick turn and his speed increased on the car that I realized something..we were being followed. I looked in the mirror seeing the car that was following us was Andrew's car. Aleksander looked serious as he looked at me from the corner of his eyes "Buckle up..we won't be going back to the college today." He said as I did just that.

I'm caught in the middle of something bigger.. I thought

Aleksander took roads fast that I covered my eyes out of fear but when I removed my hands for a second I seen the radio change to a calling video. It was black at first before the image of Billy showed up on the screen. "Aleks, what is it?" Billy said then seen I was in the car. "Hey Amira." Aleksander was focused on the road "Billy, go to the college and get Nadia, Marie and Nicolas. I have Amira..we have unwanted company from the other group that's against ours. The brotherhood..his son." Aleksander said as Billy's expression changed to hate hearing about the The brotherhood. "If you have Amira, why do I have to get those three?!" Billy asked as Aleksander was still trying to evade Andrew and it was getting dangerous. "Because Billy, they're her friends! Now get them and don't ask again." He said hanging up from his brother

Aleksander sped up even more before we entered an area that was dark as I seen him use his shadows to surround us and he seemed to be focusing as if he could see through them. He made another call and soon I seen Baghra on the screen. "Aleksander what is it?" Baghra said as I was innerly panicking. "The Brotherhood, they're in the area. Her family is not safe..now that the son of their boss knows I have her." Aleksander said as Baghra kept her composure calm "We will get them to safety you just get you and Amira to the safe house." Baghra said then hung up.

Does no one say bye in this family? I thought

When we were a good distance he removed the shadows as he drove but I laid back in my chair. I realized I'd gotten everyone connected to me into something much bigger.

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#twisted twins #aleksander morovoza #Amira Silina #billy russo #fanfic #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone crossover with The Punisher #Amira Silina x Aleksander Morozova #Amira Silina x Billy Russo #shadow and bone #Grishaverse #shadow summoner #sunsummoner #tidemaker #Aleksander Morozova Billy Russo twins #ben barnes #original story

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 1 year

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**Cultivating Love**32**

Lance had returned from the fishing trip with more than once bruise. Apparently telling his ex-mate that his mother was both alive and well was not what Keith wanted to hear when he was in that mood. Lance understood that, after all, Keith had not had the most pleasant of times as young child and the news that his previously thought “run away of a mother” was really Krolia, had jarred him. Having no mother, and losing his father, Keith had faced a lot of hardships from a young age. His clan feared the destructive power within him and his purple eyes. Even with all Keith had accomplished, and despite the love and support of him and Shiro, Keith still avoided the Black wolf clan and all clan politics. He would lie and say they meant nothing to him, yet in private moments, Lance could tell when Keith was worried over them.

Throwing his clothes at him, Keith had snapped at him to get dressed. The pair leaving the river with no fish for dinner, as Keith charged ahead, determined to give Krolia a piece of his mind for not telling him from the start. Once they’d reached the heart of the rebel territory, Keith’s steps had faltered, his anger at Krolia turning to anxiety, and finally he made the choice to hold his tongue. The demon fed mischievous side of Lance wanted to see what Keith would do, leaving him to fight it off and remind himself he’d already overstepped, even if it was Keith’s earnest words that had triggered guilt in him for not telling him sooner.

From that night, Keith started avoiding Krolia. Lance pulled in as an excuse not to be alone with her, or he’d redirect the questions posed by the woman onto Lance. That was why Lance was now scheming to force the pair together, and why he’d taken Pidge and Hunk with him to fish. Krolia would think he was making up for catching nothing, and Keith would think it was something to do with Lance’s mental state. He planned for the two be united over his actions, when Keith would search for him, and Krolia would inform him of their location. In his mind it played out with Keith telling Krolia he was going to check on him, and Krolia saying that she would too.

The first day had resulted in Keith coming to find him without Krolia. The second time Krolia came alone to question why they were fishing two days in a row after Hunk had managed to catch a dozen fish which would last them a few days. The third day had Pidge and Hunk protesting that they didn’t need to go fishing, so Lance had threatened to go alone. Pidge now sitting on the bank of the river, glaring at the world while he and Hunk were standing in the water. The pair of them knowing he was up to something, and Lance knowing he was going to need to clue them in if he hoped to have their continued cooperation.

“I don’t see why we’re back here”

Complaining from the river bank, Lance had had his fun and supposed it was time to let Pidge and Hunk in on the secret. Pidge sounded beyond annoyed and as if she’d storm off at any moment

“We’re fishing”

“No, you two are standing there doing nothing and I’m bored”

“You could come into the water too, you know”

“Laaaance!”

Laughing at Pidge, Lance waded his way back to shore before dropping next to her and wrapping his wet body around her. Pidge shrieking and nearly giving him black eye as she tried to escape

“Get off me, you vile twisted beast!”

Though knowing she was joking, Lance quickly let Pidge go. Pidge straightening herself up, before patting him on he head. His sudden mood must have shown

“You’re a vile twisted beast, but you’re still my best friend”

“Sorry, Pidge. I’m trying not to let it get to me, yet sometimes out of nowhere it does. Still, you should swim. The water is nice”

“I think I enjoy land better. Why are we playing in the water instead of fishing? You said we just haaaad to go fishing today”

“Because we do. I’m trying to let Keith and Krolia be together… so they’ll talk”

Pidge punched him on the arm

“I knew you were up to something!”

Lance not knowing if the punch or the yelling was worse. Both had hurt

“Okay, one. No more punching. I’m delicate. Two. I am and I need you guys to help me”

“Why didn’t you simply ask for our help?”

“Because Keith and Krolia weren’t supposed to be this stubborn. I thought he’d come to check on me, then she’d come to check on me and they might take the walk to talk”

“I’m pretty sure Keith hates her”

“That might be a bit of a problem. Hunk, come over here and sit down, we need to talk”

Explaining why he thought Krolia was Keith’s mother, Pidge had gone silent from the shock. Hunk had his brow frowned so heavily that he looked as if he may implode thinking

“Would you two please say something?”

Pidge took a deep breath, then hit him again, hissing

“I didn’t need to know about and Keith having sex here!”

“I explained everything and that is the only part you listen to?”

“I would have been more than satisfied with you explaining Krolia’s chi feeling so close to Keith’s, you didn’t need to add the end bit on where you told me you told him whilst… doing that. And how could you tell Keith while you two… Hunk, help?!”

Hunk sighed at him

“She has a point. You have awful timing. At least now we know why you returned bruised”

“Me? Why are we talking about me? Krolia is Keith’s mother. Not that you can tell him I told you, but how am I to make them talk? Krolia hurt him so deeply, and now she’s here and he’s here and he knows. I want him to at least be mad”

Hunk deadpanned him

“Your murderous side is showing again. You do not want to hurt Keith”

Lance huffed, crossing his arms as he did

“I cannot stand her not telling him and him not telling her he knows”

Hunk wasn’t having it

“I agree, yet, they need to talk to each other and Krolia needs to approach Keith. You shouldn’t have told him the way you did”

Lance whined back, thinking of the bruise on his face Keith accidentally gave him in his hurry to get off him

“He was being so sincere. I couldn’t not”

“Then you should have picked a better time. No wonder he has been off sorts for the last few days”

“See! This is why they should speak. Keith carries a great deal of pain from his childhood and he should be allowed to tell Krolia that. And I’m sure she has more than enough to tell Keith. I could not bare to be away from everyone for over a hundred years”

Pidge hugged him willingly, ignoring that he was still damp from swimming. Lance hugging her back as she scolded him

“I would murder you myself should you leave us for that long. I was so mad at Keith for how he and Shiro treated you, then I saw how much he truly did care. There must be some other way we can get them to talk?”

Hunk nodded slowly as they both looked to him

“We cannot force them, however, I think I can get them alone together. It means you two will need to behave yourselves”

Lance wanted to be there. He wanted to be there if Keith got mad, or to stop Krolia if she walked away. Yet, Hunk was one of the smartest people he knew and his own plans hadn’t worked

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I have a plan and as payment for dragging us out to this river for the last few days, you are going to have to wait and see if it works”

“Hunk?”

Annoyed that Lance had been too busy fishing the past few days instead of resting, Keith had been worried when Pidge had told him that Hunk wished to speak to him and that she would keep Lance busy while they did. Telling him that he’d find Hunk in the kitchen, Keith had hurried there. Lance’s mood could be all over the place thanks to his demonic energies and he feared that something had happened during the time they’d spent at the river. Entering the rebel kitchen, Hunk smiled at him, the bear in the middle of deboning a fish

“You’re right on time. Here, help me with dinner tonight”

If he was to help with dinner, then what was all this about needing to speak with him

“Pidge said we needed to talk?”

“We do, but I also need to get things in here prepared. Lance’s excess energy left us fishing and now I’m making the most of it”

Remembering the other day, Keith blushed slightly, then coughed into his fist

“He does have a large amount of energy”

“He always has… only he’s more open about it now. I think he’s more than likely scared the fish off that river for life. Here, help me with this deboning”

Keith slid one of the fish over to himself. The beast as red as the river it’d come out of

“Hunk, how has Lance been these past couple of days?”

“Worried. Loud. Murderous. All the things I’m taking as what he sees as normal now”

“He’s worried? Don’t tell me he still doesn’t think he’ll be able to go back to our realm?”

“No. Possibly… Ah, hello, Krolia”

As Krolia entered the kitchen, Keith’s stomach dropped. He didn’t want to think the worst of Hunk, yet…

“I came to see how dinner is going. Pidge said you are cooking a feast of sorts?”

Pidge again. He’d been had. Turning from the fish, he was about to leave, only Hunk came out with the truth

“Wait, Keith. Okay. Sooo… this crazy thing has occurred. It seems Krolia is your mother and that neither of you are prepared to discuss it. Lance is worried for both of you, so I thought perhaps that you could talk as we made dinner together. You do not need to discuss that if it is too hard for the both of you, instead I thought perhaps you could discuss your lives now? Lance has been trying to get you both to the river to talk about it, but… let’s be honest here, he may lose his temper if he feels you two aren’t talking and I would rather him not be tied up again for something he’s working so hard at keeping under control. So maybe for his sake, you could try to listen to each other?”

Hunk wasn’t being fair. He did not know how ostracised Keith had been without his mother or father. He did not know how badly his clan had treated him. Shiro had pulled him out of those depths and Lance had shoved down his throat that he was him. I’m charge of his own lives and actions, and the one that lived his own life so should allow himself to be himself. He’d never have adjusted if Lance hadn’t shoved friendship down his throat in rivalry at first, then merit.

When neither of them answered, Hunk sighed heavily at the pair of them

“Krolia, Keith is one of my best friends. There are times I hated him. And times he’s messed up. Yet he is of general rank amongst the emperor’s army and known for his skills. Keith, Krolia cannot know what you have been through. She cannot know of how deeply you love Lance and how much you have accomplished without you telling her. You surely have to have spent so long wondering if perhaps you would ever have the chance to see him again. And if you did not care for your son, you had no reason to take us once the divine god had been protected. Lance may be a little corrupt, but that’s not all he is. He loves flowers, music and dancing. Though he does have the power to sing you to sleep. On the battlefield he grieved each fallen soldier, provided healing to all those he could, and could come up with a strategic move upon a moments notice. He even gave his life once for the princess of the Altea clan, without thinking twice. He is foolish, has little self preservation, and left alone he’d rather suffer in silence than cause a moments pain. There’s a lot more going on with people than what is on the surface. You two are reunited. Do not waste this chance to settle the past between you. We had thought Lance dead, yet we have all been given another chance. Should either of you die tomorrow, can you say that there are things you will not regret?”

Instead of leaving the kitchen, Krolia walked over to Hunk’s side

“How long have you known?”

“It was Lance. His time here allowed him to feel your energy better than I. And we both know he’s in love with Keith, so it makes sense he knows Keith’s energy as deeply as his own. Why don’t we start simple? What was it that brought you to this realm?”

Rubbing her fingers through her hair, Krolia was fairing better than Keith who couldn’t find the words

“Zarkon. Not initially. Initially it began with the disappearance of cultivation parties sent to deal with demonic breakthroughs in increasing amounts. We too had no idea that time in this realm moved as differently as it does. We began to see the same demons, morphed and changed, yet returning to our realm. Then that all changed when cultivators began to return with corrupted power. The emperor of the time ordered us to track down the culprits no matter the cost, which cost me greatly when they began to track my own energy as if I had become their target…”

No. Keith did not want to hear this. She was his mother who’d left him… and all for duty

“I can’t do this. You have no idea what my life was like. My father died. He died and I was alone… while you lived your life here without making an attempt to return. You cannot play the victim now. For Shiro and for Lance, I would have walked away from my duties…”

“And risk the realm…?”

“Screw the realm! We were your family! You left us and made the choice not to return! You. I wish Lance had never told me. Do you even care that my father passed away?! Everything in my life I had to earn. I was scorned by the clan. Scorned for being parentless! Scorned for my dark energy and these eyes! They called me a demon! All while you lived. Shiro and Lance were my life. The ones who loved such an unlovable son. Despite being gone for two years, Lance wanted to return. He wanted to come back to me… I cannot do this”

With his temper getting the better of him, Keith stormed towards the kitchen door. He wanted Lance and he wanted to be alone, more than anything he wanted to be away from Krolia and this realm.

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lesbianstarlightglimmer · 3 years

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#meows #h. hand work pls.#ik i made you work on one and a half arts but come ON let me draw lfls angst #someone i managed to draw a good side profile lfls but NOT the angst i ordered #and i came home to my parents fighting almost the entire time my mom got back from work and apparently today was #my f*thers first day off in nearly 10 days so it just made things extra worse and mighty stressful on me #bc for whatever reason they didnt close the door! and when my f*ther gets annoyed his voice hits octaves only dogs can hear!#one day i swear imma just start howling like a dog when he starts getting high pitched watch me #wish theyd get couples therapy. or better yet a divorce so my f*ther can pay shit dad money #also apparently he didnt leave like i thought i think he just stormed out and played basketball w my brother #oh well! besides that i helped implement a lesson into my partners fourth grade class and i wanted to cry the students were so #sweet and cute. i couldnt see em for most of the time tho bc i was sharing my screen but apparently when i switched over #they saw my icon of cinder and all went AWWW KITTY!!! and then at one point i went quiet while they worked to not disturb them/#not overstep since it was my partners class not mine and one girl goes 'is ms [my last name] still there :(' ALL SAD AND I.....#i go again tomorrow so they can finish up their activity im just *__* children are so sweet i wish i could teach younger grades #but god id feel like a fool messing up ''easy'' math and science. but i love working with kids so its aaaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!#and by kids i mean like elementary school age ill still will be dealing with ''kids'' aka teens as a hs/middle school teacher but still.....#it makes me miss volunteering in the sunday school class. well not enough to go back bc covid obviously #and also my great aunt doesnt work there anymore and i dont wanna deal w strangers.......

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Our Manager ~ Jeon Jungkook

You could hear Jungkook sigh before he even entered the room, finding you sat at your desk as you sorted through your paperwork. Your computer kept logging off as you busied yourself, glancing past your shoulder as he walked in to see you.

His eyes narrowed as he looked over what it was that you were doing, recognising the name of the group that you were sorting plans out for. Sorting schedules was a huge deal for you, even if Jungkook was bitter watching you do it.

“I still think you should come and manage for us, you’re talented enough to do it,” Jungkook told you, folding his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the wall as he continued to watch you write down your notes.

With twenty-three people to organise for, being NCT’s manager was far from easy for you. It was a job you loved though, a place that treated you incredibly well unlike the other places that you had interviews for before.

“You know how I feel about working at your place.”

“But I’m there now,” Jungkook sighed, keeping his eyes on you as you put your pen down and then turned your attention to your laptop. “You know that if anyone treated you badly then I’d be there to put them back in their place.”

The last thing that you wanted to do was go somewhere just because of Jungkook, especially after your last time working at Hybe. The interviewing process was a nightmare from start to finish, leaving you terrified of going back to place, not even bringing yourself to go there since you had gotten together with Jungkook too.

“It’s not as easy as just quitting and moving on,” you tried to tell him as he huffed beside you.

It annoyed him knowing that someone had created a bad perception of Hybe for you, wondering how different things could be if you worked over there, how much more time the two of you would be able to spend together too.

“Why can’t you give Hybe another chance, for my sake?” Jungkook quizzed, offering you a weak smile. “Think about it, NCT are great, but imagine the things that you’d get to do if you were a manager for us instead?”

“I still get to do great things with them too,” you corrected Jungkook, looking at your screen, “right now I’m organising the schedule for their Weekly Idol appearance next month.”

You could see a hint of surprise in Jungkook as he realised what you were doing, trying his best to not seem bothered. As great as he knew the programme was, he still knew that the boys and him could do better and give you more work to do too.

“I love my job,” you reminded Jungkook, picking up your pen and tapping it against your notepad, “I don’t want to risk losing what I have now just to be unhappy at Hybe again.”

He was confident that things wouldn’t repeat themselves, that if you gave up what you had with NCT, you’d be able to enjoy yourself with the boys more. They were your friends, they trusted you, it seemed like a match made in heaven for you and the boys.

“What about if I spoke to them? Put in a good word?” Jungkook continued to push, determined to see it through. “They probably wouldn’t even need to interview you anymore, not after seeing how good of a job you’re doing right now.”

Your head continued to shake at Jungkook, it wasn’t as easy as he wanted it to be. As much as you wanted to be the manager for him and the boys, overstepping the hurdle that the company provided you was a huge deal for you.

“That would be just abusing your power to get me there.”

“Is that such a bad thing to do from time to time?”

“I bet there are more deserving people.”

Straight away Jungkook’s head shook, no person other than their manager knew their schedules as well as you did. At times, you did little jobs for the boys that a manager should do without being asked to as their management team failed them.

Jungkook was still relentless beside you though, continuing to smile across at you. “You want this badly, don’t you?” You quizzed, unsurprised when his head nodded back at you, “what if me being your manager affects our relationship?”

“Neither of us would let that happen though.”

“Plenty of people say that,” you whispered, running your hands through your hair, “and then they struggle to distinguish between their personal and private lives. All of a sudden their relationship breaks down, and their working one too.”

Jungkook understood that you had your doubts, he was slightly concerned too about the odd little bits. But he knew too that the two of you could get on, if anyone could be professional, then it was going to be the two of you.

“I still can’t just give up on NCT,” you reminded him.

“But you think it would be good to be our manager too?”

“I do,” you confirmed, picking his mood up straight away, “but there’s so much more to this than just that, starting with getting any job over there.”

There was little doubt in Jungkook’s mind that Hybe wouldn’t want to take you on. They saw the hard work that you put in whilst managing NCT when they monitored other groups in the industry, the skills that you had were skills that Jungkook knew they’d want to snap up as soon as they got the chance too.

He didn’t know too much about your previous interview and what they had done to you, but he hoped that whatever had happened then would have changed now, making the company a much more appealing one to work for.

Most of all though he knew that if he so much as mentioned it to Bang PD, he’d be interested. Although Jungkook hadn’t mentioned it to you, for a little while they had been inquiring about your availability.

“If coming across to manage us is something that you’d be willing to try, then I can get the ball rolling. I know you love managing where you do right now, but the one difference is that I’m not there.”

“Having you there can’t influence my job Jungkook.”

“But it is an advantage, isn’t it?”

Your smile grew as he looked expectantly across at you, “of course, but that’s not why I would switch, I’m more professional than that.”

“I know,” he agreed, “and I know that’s why you are where you are, because you’re treated with respect and like a professional, but I promise I won’t let you come over to Hybe unless they give you that too.”

“It’s going to take something special to make me want to leave,” you warned him, “if you boys and Hybe want me, you’ve got to prove it.”

His head nodded, knowing that the boys were more than capable, and that they’d be able to convince the company to do the same too.

“I’ll go straight to Bang PD tomorrow,” Jungkook told you, “if I go straight to the top, then hopefully the people lower down will listen, and whoever thought it was alright to be rude to you last time won’t do the same this time too.”

“You can’t go in all guns blazing Jungkook.”

“I’ll be polite, my charms will hopefully be enough to get them all to listen to me.”

“Charm them like you’ve done for years.”

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moonctzeny · 3 years

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Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

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dysfunctionalcrab · 3 years

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teddy bear

written for @mayasimagines 600 event!

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

prompt: ‘where in the hell did you find that?’

with one giant heave you finally managed to get the box down. you wiped the back your hand against your forehead and sighed.

you had been meaning to clear out the attic for some time now, you just never found the right moment to do it. luckily, it was spring break, so you decided to stop being lazy and just get on with it.

the attic was filled with boxes of old ornaments and clothes and other miscellaneous items. you curiously opened up the one of the cardboard boxes laying there.

you smiled at the memories of the some the items you found, your old polaroid camera, an old hoodie that was way too small for you now, your old yearbook, but then your eye caught something interesting.

george heard a knock on the door. immediately, he turned around in his swivel chair. “yeah?” he called out.

you entered the room slowly, hoping that he wasn’t currently streaming. no, he was just playing a game on his computer. with a grin he greeted you and took off his headphones “oh, hey [y/n]!”

you walked up to him and smiled softly, you didn’t respond but only held out a small silver teddy bear. he looked at the small stuffed bear that was in your hands. he raised an eyebrow. “where in the hell did you find that?”

“i was clearing out some of the boxes in the attic, i found it one of them,” you handed it to him and he took it from you, looking down at the cute but slightly ragged stuffed bear. “do you remember that day?” you asked him

of course he did. it was your second ‘official’ date, where you dragged him to a funfair despite his complaints.

“get on the ride with me, please?,” you begged him with pleading eyes. you were holding his arm and ready to drag him towards it.

the fairground grew luminous against the pitch black sky, bright neon lights came from all different directions.

“nope.” he said sternly. “you won’t get me on it. rides make me feel sick,”. he answered. you only huffed, deciding that you weren’t going to overstep any boundaries, this was only your second date, after all.

“fine.” you rolled your eyes. “then i’m going to get some hot dogs,”. the air was filled mouthwatering aromas of hotdogs, it only made you crave one, “stay here while i get them,”

“shouldn’t i come with you?”

“nah it’s fine, it’s too crowded,”

george watched you disappear into the mob of people. people were bombarding almost every food station there was. he was starting to get a little nervous, thinking you were annoyed at him, maybe he should’ve gotten on that ride

you, on the other hand, were thinking about hotdogs

you started to make made your way back after about 10 minutes. you thanked the man and handed him a 5 pound note.

you made your way back to where you had left him, squinting at the myriad of vibrant colours being illuminated onto your face. but your expression twisted with confusion when you realised he wasn’t there. you looked around in a panic, where could he have possibly gone?

“[y/n]!” you heard your name. you turned around and felt yourself relax when you saw him pushing himself through the crowd.

“where did you go?” you asked him.

he didn’t respond, but only held out a small silver teddy bear. you looked down at the small stuffed bear that was in his hands, it was fluffy with two polished black eyes. “i won you a bear,”

you felt your heart beat faster in your chest, “you won me a bear?”

“yeah,” he held it out to you. “i know it’s small, but the giant ones were kinda already gone,”. you beamed at him, if you weren’t holding two hotdogs you would have grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

“aww, well, thank you,” you told him, feeling a little flustered at the act. “it’s so cute!” you said, your face getting warmer. you handed him his hotdog, and he handed you the bear. you held it close to your chest.

you didn’t notice, but george was looking at you lovingly, watching your eyes glisten as you did so.

almost four years since then, and you still had the same spark in your eyes. he smiled fondly at the memories, remembering how awkward he was with you then, and how comfortable he is with you now.

he held the bear to his chest, and you looked at him lovingly.

he then glanced up at you, opening up his arms. happily, you accepted his invite and melted into his touch. there was nothing else between the two of you, just a loving silence filling the room. he kissed the crown of your forehead. you smiled, letting out a content sigh.

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a dick Grayson x Avatar like fem reader with either a jealous Babs or Zatanna I hope that made sense🥲

True Love’s Kiss

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 4.1K

@writing2sirvive : Hi love, me again but with a request this time. If you have time of course. I was thinking true love’s kiss with Dick Grayson. You can go crazy with it because I know you love Dick Grayson as much as I do. Btw I love your writing so much.

A/N: I think I did it wrong...cuz even though this is a Dick Grayson x reader fic, it’s mostly centred around reader and Zatanna???? Sorry about that???

You were fine with knowing that Dick was still friends with most of his exes. You completely accepted that he was able to keep functional relationships with most of them. In fact, it showed you how amicable and neutral Dick was and how he never held any grudges against people.

Of course, you were surprised by the sheer number. And the fact that he seems to interact with them practically every day. But eventually you managed not to let yourself get too bothered by it.

I mean, how could you? Barbara was the smartest, funniest, most approachable person you had ever met. She always made sure not to overstep her boundaries and was unusually open with you, given that Dick was her ex-boyfriend.

Raquel was adventurous and fun and you always had a good time when you were around her. She was another one who was respectful of your relationship. She never brought up her past flings with Dick, nor did she ever try and put you down. In fact, she was one of the people who really shipped the two of you.

You liked most of his exes. To the point where it made Dick kind of uncomfortable.

You liked most of his exes.

Ever since you had joined the team, being introduced as Nightwing’s significant other, Zatanna had been a constant thorn in your side. She was nice and sweet but there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way. You could tell almost immediately that she wasn’t quite over her relationship with Dick. Short as it was.

Or maybe she was just the type of person who didn’t want someone, but didn’t want others to have the same person either.

Nonetheless, being around her put you constantly on edge. You lost count of how many times she redirected a conversation to be about her previous relationship with your boyfriend. ‘Oh, Dick took you to a fancy restaurant for your birthday? Well, I remember back when we were dating, he threw a huge party for me on mine.’

‘Oh, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with Dick in Paris? Well during our 3-month-aversary he bought me an expensive necklace.’

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. At least, not in the way that she hoped. It didn’t make you insecure or doubt or feel intimidated by her. It was just an annoyance that you couldn’t shake off, like the teacher you didn’t like or your annoying neighbour.

Unfortunately, Zatanna couldn’t take a hint that it made you and your friends (Barbara and Raquel included) uncomfortable and slightly irritated. Yet, everyone was just waiting for you to express the slightest distaste, not wanting to step on your toes. However, they were quick to change the topic in case they thought she was going too far.

Dick had been blissfully unaware of everything and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you needed was this turning into some sort of issue, especially since Zatanna was still his teammate.

However today you had enough.

You could look past Zatanna’s petty jealousy but allowing the jealousy to come to the forefront during a mission was where you drew the line.

Dick, M’Gann and Conner had been on a covert mission for Batman and out of the country and under team vote decided that you should be made in charge until he returned, since you were the only other older member (other than Zatanna but you were voted leader unanimously. Something you were extremely proud about). That was well and good, until you had been given a mission.

Regardless of how much you did not want to work with Zatanna without the others there to wrangle her, you had to put your personal feelings aside when you had a mission to complete.

You thought you could both be professionals about it and act like mature adults.

You were dead wrong.

If it wasn’t disagreements, it was insubordination. If it wasn’t insubordination, it was blatant arrogance. She questioned your judgment in front of the other members and even had the nerve to argue with you about mission strategies. You were trying to look out for everyone and put yourself in the line of fire since the squad members were better at stealth.

Zatanna seemed to think you were trying to steal the show and insisted that she be partnered with you even though you wanted someone with the younger members to keep them safe.

When you relented and agreed to go stealth, she accused you of ducking out and intentionally trying to put her in danger. The others had to watch as steam practically came out of your ears when you relented once again and decided you’d be with her because you honestly couldn’t argue with her much longer.

As if that wasn’t infuriating enough.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she refused to work as a team, putting the mission at risk and nearly getting the both of you hurt. She was fighting on her own, not bothering to have your back and going into it alone. Obviously, the two of you were overpowered quickly once they realized that you were pretty much behaving solo.

Luckily, the others pulled through and got you both out of there before anything horrible happened.

You sat in the ship, jaw clenched so tightly that they swore they could hear your teeth cracking, fists nearly white as you tried to control your anger and keep yourself from screaming at her while you were still in the air.

Once the ship landed in the docking bay and Zatanna was the first one to leave without saying another word, you snapped.

“What the hell did you think you were doing today!” You growled out, fisting her collar and stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” She feigned innocence and you felt your skin burning. Everything around you faded out and all you could feel was fury. In hindsight, you would have liked to handle this issue in a more refined manner, but you honestly couldn’t care.

So, you didn’t notice the rest of the team, along with the a few members of the Justice League watching you chew Zatanna out.

Whatever would keep you from lighting her on fire was enough.

“I’m talking about putting the mission, not to mention ourselves in jeopardy, all because you can’t stop acting like a spoilt brat!” You hissed.

She rolled her eyes and you and the thought of strangling her briefly crossed your mind before she shoved your hands off her, dusting herself off like your fingerprints were dirt, “You need to stop blaming others for your inadequacy.”

She turned on her heel sharply and walked away. Blood pounded through your ears and your fingers twitched by their sides before you formed a whip of water from the bay and lashed it against her feet.

Zatanna, caught off guard, was thrown across the room before she caught herself with a muttered spell and turned around, glaring at you furiously.

“We’re going to settle things, right here, right now!”

“If you would stop being so insecure, then we could sort out our differences like mature adults!” She screamed back at you and before you could control it, flames erupted from beneath your feet and raced towards her, scorching the ground beneath it.

Each puff of breath you took released sparks. Zatanna immediately got into an offensive stance, levitating one of the weapons crates and chucking at you. You blocked it effortlessly using a wall of earth before throwing an inferno at her.

You kept fighting, flames and splashes of water going into the air every time you collided. The others watched in fear as you both raced towards each other, it looked like neither of you were holding back.

Before you could strike her again, you were being pulled away by Superman and as Zatanna was by Batman, they both pulled you yards apart. Even with his strong, authoritative grip on you, you couldn’t stop thrashing in his arms, throwing gusts of air at her.

“(Y/N). Enough.” Superman spoke in your ear and you calmed down, relaxing in his grip. He let you go after and you winced, feeling your skin bruise where he grabbed you. He gave you an apologetic glance at that.

“You both have to put your differences aside and work as a team or you won’t be allowed to go on any more missions.” Batman told you, voice firm but it didn’t shake you.

“No, Zatanna is going to have to put her issues with me aside and learn that when I have been elected as leader of the squad then you are supposed to put your petty jealousy aside and know your place.” You spat.

“You weren’t right for the position!”

“I did everything right! And if it hadn’t been for you, we wouldn’t have been under open fire tonight!”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“When I am the leader of the squadron then I am! And you’re meant to listen and not question my judgement because you’re being blinded by your pathetic jealously!”

“I’m not jealous of you!”

“Oh, please! That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard from you and it was all proved today! Admit it! You were immature and fucking stupid because you can’t get over that fact that you dated Dick for what? 3 months?”

“That’s because he’s supposed to be with me!”

“LIKE HELL HE IS!” You roared.

Batman felt a little helpless watching the two of you scream at each other. All this fighting? Over a boy? His son, no less? He had other sons and you were free to have your pick. But at this point, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

“You just can’t seem to accept the fact that he doesn’t love you anymore! Get over it! Because he certainly has!” You shouted, spinning on your heel and stomping away from her, determined to have the last word. Superman sighed in relief. He thought another fight would break out.

“You’re just insecure because you know that if he had the chance, he would come crawling back to me!”

A chill went done your spine and you felt cold fury run through your veins, turning around to glare at her murderously and clenching your hands tightly. You were so angry your feet were rooted to the floor, body seizing up slightly.

The others looked anxiously between the two of you as you glared at each other for a minute before you spoke with the calmest, yet most terrifying voice they’ve ever heard from you.

“Zatanna, you can try your damn hardest to win him back. But I promise you, you’re never going to get what you want.” You told her darkly, before walking away.

As Zatanna glared at your receding figure she decided she was going to prove you wrong.

***

To keep you from fighting with Zatanna again, when Batman came to you with a solo mission you couldn’t agree fast enough. Even though you knew you’d miss Dick’s homecoming, you still wanted to get the hell away from here. Not like you’d be missing anything important, other than Zatanna fawning over him.

You’d get to tell him how much you missed him in private anyway.

As soon as you were out of the cave, you couldn’t help the relief that filled your bones. You had been so on edge the past few days, still furious with her so the distance between the two of you was appreciated.

When Dick got home, he was ecstatic to see you again. It had been nearly 3 weeks since he had last held you and his skin was practically buzzing with excitement when he reached a cave, desperate to hug you, kiss you, touch you.

He got to the mess hall quickly, running all the way there and when he opened the door, he was instantly disappointed. You weren’t there.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Beast Boy, hoping he would tell him that you were just back at your apartment or that you had gone out for a while and would be back soon but he felt his heart sink when Gar gave him a sympathetic smile.

“She’s on a mission for a week.”

“A mission? Who’s with her?”

“No one. It’s a solo mission.”

Now he was worried. You usually didn’t take solo missions, liking to work in a team, knowing that there would be people who would be watching your back was reassuring. He knew you were more than skilled to handle a solo mission but not being by your side made him nervous and slightly antsy.

He was also upset that you weren’t here. So, he decided to do the most adult thing. Go home and sulk in bed while holding your sweatshirt that smelt like you.

But apparently the world had something against him because when he was about to go through the Zeta tube he was intercepted. By non other than Zatanna.

Now, poor clueless Dick had no idea that you had thrown hands with Zatanna just a day ago and was the reason why you weren’t there to welcome him when he got back. If he had he would’ve sulked at her and whined loudly for her to hear while he dragged his feet.

But, poor clueless Dick had absolutely no idea Zatanna was the reason he was being deprived of your kisses. So, he just smiled brightly at her and asked her if she needed anything.

“As a matter of fact, I found an old spell and I need someone to test it out on!”

“I don’t know how I feel about being your non-scientific experiment, Z.”

“Come on, it’s totally harmless, I promise.”

“I don’t know...”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He did. But there was just something about this situation that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he missed you like crazy and just wanted to go home and sulk until you came back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable to go somewhere private with his ex-girlfriend without telling you first. Or maybe it was because of the way Zatanna felt the need to guilt him into it.

Nevertheless, he agreed, albeit reluctantly and went to her room. Inside Zatanna had a bunch of ruins written on a paper and some weird poultices beside it.

“Now this isn’t going to work unless you give me your consent.” She informed, bustling about the room and Dick suddenly felt the air was a little stuffy.

“What do you mean by consent? Consent for what?”

“It’s a love spell.” She told him, smiling slyly but he couldn’t quite understand why. His hands got a little clammy at the announcement. What did she mean by love spell? Was she trying to get him to fall in love with her? Why would she be so open about it then? Especially when she knew he was in love with someone else?

“What do you mean?”

“Oh relax, stop being so tense. It’s just a love spell that proves who you truly love.” She said, immediately noticing how stiff his body was. Though she chalked it up to confusion. Dick was simply confused about who he loved, he was clouded by his attraction to you and he felt guilty about being unfaithful. But deep down, he really loved her. And this spell would prove it.

“In the olden ages, people would use it on their wedding to prove that their significant other truly loved them.”

He nodded, mouth falling open with realization. He already knew what the answer would be so why even bother? He assumed it was because Zatanna was curious to whether it actually worked.

“Too bad (Y/N) isn’t here, I mean I know who I love but I’d like to try it out on her. I mean, who takes a mission the day before their boyfriend comes back to town.” He complained, more to himself but Zatanna still heard it.

“Anyway, can I cast it on you?”

“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”

Oh, how he’d come to know just how wrong he was.

***

You raced through the halls, panicked, hearing your heart beat out of your chest as you sprinted to the Med Bay. Even though you were running as quick as possible you still pumped your legs to run faster, needing to get there quickly.

As soon as you saw Zatanna outside the Med Bay, you skidded to a stop in front of her and grabbing her collar, pinning her against the wall. She hit it with a thud and she saw white for a second when her head collided with the hard surface.

It was then you got a good look at her face. Her eyes were red and face wet. Her lips were bitten until they bled. You gritted your teeth, grip tightening around the collar as tears pricked your eyes.

“What the hell did you do!”

She whimpered, eyes getting glossy again before she started crying, incomprehensible words leaving her lips and you snarled before shaking her again, “You don’t get to cry! What the hell did you do to him!”

“It was a love spell!” She cried out, “It was supposed to reveal who he truly loves.”

“AND?!”

“It’s activated by a kiss.” She sniffled, “And I did.”

“Is it done?” Dick asked just as she finished casting the spell. His body was enveloped by a slight glow that was only visible to her and Zatanna’s lips curled when she realized it had worked. Now there was only one thing left to do.

“Yep.” She said, slinking over to his side and he pouted curiously.

“Are you sure? I don’t feel any different. You said it was supposed to reveal who I love. What happened?”

“We’re gonna find that out. Hold still.” She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. Dick froze, feeling her lips move against his and his mind went blank for a second before his chest contracted painfully.

He gasped against her mouth, before his legs buckled and he tumbled to the ground. Zatanna’s eyes widened when she saw the way his body twitched, pained gasps leaving his mouth and tears began falling from his eyes.

“Are you okay?!” She panicked, wrapping her arms around his thrashing figure but he couldn’t choke out an answer.

“Someone help! Anyone! Please!”

“A kiss doesn’t put people through cardiac arrest!” You screamed, feeling your chest tighten as you heard it out loud for the first time. Your eyes began burning and your throat contracted, feeling tears build. It was the first time you had admitted it to yourself.

You were scared. Emotions that you could barely process or understand swirled around you in a dark cloud and you were scared that Dick wouldn’t make it out of his critical state. If he was taken away from you because you hadn’t been there to stop it, you would never forgive yourself.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, sobbing and her body went limp in your fists. The urge to rip her head off her shoulders resurfaced. She didn’t get to be upset, not when this was all her fault.

“I don’t give a shit.” You hissed, “How do we save him?”

“A true love’s kiss should stop all the side effects.” She whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “If Dick truly loves you, then when you kiss him, it’ll reverse the spell.”

You needed to get in there.

You released your hold and Zatanna and she slid to the floor pathetically, holding her body as she cried. But even with her heartbroken sobs, you couldn’t feel any sort of remorse to her, glaring at her instead, “You better hope this works. Or I’ll kill you myself.”

And then you rushed in.

When you got to Dick’s side your breath stuttered when you noticed just how many things he was connected to and you felt your body shake. Batman was carefully watching him from his bedside.

You carefully walked to his side, gently brushing your fingers against his cheekbone. He looked like he was in so much pain. He looked so weak. You wanted to help him but a part of you was scared. For the first time in your life, you doubted Dick’s feelings for you.

The time you needed his love and devotion to be true the most, you were doubtful. A million thoughts rushed through your head and for a second you were tempted to just avoid doing this at all. But you knew that you had to at least try.

So, with trembling hands, you held the ventilator fastened to his mouth, taking a deep breath before tugging it off. Batman, already knowing what you were about to do, let you pull it off him before pressing a fluttering kiss to his lips. Tears gathered underneath your lashes when you didn’t feel anything happen.

Just when you were about to pull away, Dick took a deep breath through his nose and panted against your mouth, kissing you more firmly. You couldn’t help the sob that bubbled out of your throat and he swallowed it without any qualms.

Even through bleary vision, you were able to make out his blue eyes and the small smile on his face.

His hands came up to weakly cup for cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs, “I missed you.”

You sniffled, letting more tears fall because you knew he’d be here to wipe them away, “I missed you too.”

***

Bonus:

You walked into the mess hall quietly. Dick had just fallen asleep in the Med Bay where he would be kept for a couple days under observation. It was past 1 in the night and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed but you had some unfinished business left to handle.

It was dark and it was hard to make out your surroundings until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As you walked to the kitchen island, your eyes landed on the sorceress that had her head in her arms and wondered if she was asleep. Batman had said you were free to deal with her anyway you liked and that had been exactly your plan.

“He’s okay now, if you’re curious.” You told her. Her head shot up and she looked at you out of the corner of her eye before bowing it away shamefully. But you caught a glance at her face. She looked like she had been crying for hours, eyes bloodshot and face red and blotchy.

“Thank god.” She croaked out.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N).” Zatanna whimpered out before crying again, “You were right. I was jealous. And I did a crazy, wrong thing. And I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, nodding at her apology even though you knew she couldn’t see you. You weren’t sure if you accepted it, and you didn’t have to. For now, it could remain in the air.

“He really doesn’t love me....” She whispered out and you sighed once again, stepping up beside her and setting something on the table.

Zatanna glanced at the bottle of tequila and the two shot glasses you left. You didn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare straight ahead. You opened the bottle, pouring yourself a shot before tilting your head back and downing it, hissing at the burn.

“Obligatory break-up drink.” You mumbled, pouring her a shot and passing the glass to her.

She sniffled, looking at the glass in her hands before gulping it down. You took a deep breath, refilling the glasses. You still didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her, just poured a refill when either of you finished and downed it in one gulp. The excitement from today and the tense feeling from sitting beside Zatanna kept you from getting drunk too early.

You two ended up finishing half the bottle, drinking in the dark until she passed out first and you followed soon after.

The others found you the next morning, passed out at the kitchen island, clutching empty shot glasses.

***

Bonus bonus:

Batman sighed, smelling the overwhelming scent of tequila as he came closer. None of them were able to wake either of you up. You were out cold, face scrunched up and head against the table in a position that would no doubt have your neck in a crick.

Zatanna was no better. Her hair was a mess, tequila spilt on her clothes and she was drooling all over the table, snoring unattractively.

“All this over a boy?”

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weirdkittenhere · 3 years

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Lost chance

Fandom: Tears of Themis

Paring: Artem x f!reader

Genre: a tiny bit of angst at the beginning and then fluffffffff

Synopsis: A new rookie at the firm was starting to be a bit too friendly with y/n and Artem did not like that.

A/N: Very self-indulged

w/c: ~1,5k

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There you were again. Standing there with that gorgeous smile of yours. The only problem was that it wasn’t aimed at him. He sighed silently, praying for the coffee machine to work faster so he wouldn’t have to look at you much longer. He has a coffee machine in his office but he still goes to the pantry every time, as a habit. A habit, he developed so he can see you more often. Even though you're partners and you’re seeing each other most of the time, he wanted more. Even if he wasn’t able to admit it, he enjoyed spending time with you, a bit more for it to be just a work relationship.

That was until the new rookie appeared at the firm, and started to fawn all over you all the time. You were talking, laughing, and generally looked like you enjoyed each other's company. He was doing all the things Artem was too scared or embarrassed to do. And it was killing him seeing you so happy because of someone else. Every time he sees you together, his heart breaks a little.

“You should’ve made a move before. Now you lost your chance, coward” he thought to himself, swallowing the bitterness in his throat. He took his cup and went to his office, not looking in your direction anymore.

After some time while he was burying himself with work to stop thinking about you, you went through the door of your shared office with a loud sigh. You plopped onto your desk chair and hid your face in your hands. That worried him a little.

“Something happened?” He frowned forgetting about his work and you sighed again

“Sorry, It’s nothing related to work I’m just… tired”

“If you want you can take a break for the rest of the day. We don’t have anything urgent, I can drive you home and-” You interrupted him.

“No no, I’m not tired because of work.” You hesitated. You didn’t think it would be appropriate to talk about your personal problems with your superior, but on the other hand, after such a long time of working with him and sharing so many conversations about private matters too, you really wanted to let out what was bothering you. You sighed again. “It’s this new guy, John.” He perked up at this name, his grip on the pen tighten. “He’s starting to be… annoying.” He blinked a few times. But you were so happy talking with him? And now you're saying he annoys you? “I’m- sorry I shouldn’t have talked about my personal problems” You shook your head

“No no!” He exclaimed a bit too loud to his liking. He coughed. “I’m… happy to listen to anything you have to say if it helps you.” He couldn't lose another chance. You smiled gently at his words, feeling soft inside.

“Well then... he was funny at first, but now he just… he’s desperately trying to go out with me even though I said no multiple times. But he’s so persistent and tells me that I'll change my mind when I get to know him. He just can’t understand that I'm not interested!” You got carried away and almost yelled the last part. “Sorry I went off the deep end” You looked away a bit embarrassed. Meanwhile, Artem was fuming from his seat. He took a deep breath and tried very hard to keep his cool.

“I’m glad you told me this. If he starts bothering you again, don’t be afraid to come to me and I’ll... talk to him about it. You won’t have to deal with him anymore” You looked at him shocked and blinked a few times

“Artem, it’s fine, he’s just annoying that’s all”

“No. You told him clearly no and he keeps pushing you instead of accepting your decision. I won’t let him disrespect anyone at the firm, especially y-... my employees.” He coughed trying to hide what almost slipped through his mouth.

“I- don’t know what to say.” You said shyly, couldn’t hide a smile from your face. “Thank you, Artem”

“Don’t mention it. It’s nothing” He shook his head turning back to the computer screen to his neglected work. Ironically, he feels a lot better knowing you're not interested in him and he has new hope. And this time, he won't lose his chance.

The next day he arrived at the firm and, as usual, went straight to his office. Going through the pantry he saw the person he wanted to see the most, y/n and your infamous colleague, but after your talk yesterday, he wasn’t sulking while looking at you anymore. When he wanted to greet you and continue his way to the office, you called out to him with a pleading gaze, which alerted him.

“Hello Artem, John was just talking about a new movie premiere this weekend, I was thinking we could go as a group with other people from the firm? What do you think?” You said with a polite smile, but John grabbed your arm and gently took you aside before he could answer.

“Please excuse us for a moment.” He said but Artem had no intention of leaving you both alone, especially after seeing how uncomfortable you looked and how you tried to stop him from touching you.

“I apologize, but that’s something I can’t do.” He answered immediately, freeing you from his grip, and shielding you behind him. Before John was able to protest, Artem looked at him with a sharp, cold gaze and frowning his brows. He looked so intimidating, the guy was only able to swallow his saliva “I don’t recall her giving you permission to touch her like that. Moreover, I believe she already refused your invitations on going out on multiple occasions, no? Aside from that, if you can’t tell when a lady is clearly uncomfortable in your presence, I advise you not to bother them, until you learn how to respect them. In summary, leave her alone, and grow up before you try to approach any other woman. Do I make myself clear?” The guy was so flabbergasted, he only managed to nod his head. “Good. Because next time I might not be able to keep calm like this.” He loosened his fist he didn’t even realize he clenched and turned around to face y/n. He gently took your wrist, wary of your reaction, and went in the direction of the office. You were only able to look at him from the side with admiration, completely stunned.

When you arrived at the destination, he released your arm and after a few seconds of silence he spoke

“I’m… sorry if I overstep your boundaries. I got carried away.” While he was thinking about his next words, you coughed gently, a shade of pink dusting your cheeks.

“No no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m thankful you intervened. He was starting to be more and more pushy.” You spoke softly, averting your gaze.

“Are you ok? He didn’t do anything to you?” He stepped closer to you, taking your hands into his and inspecting your silhouette, worried what he might have done to you.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you again, really.” You looked up at him, into his mesmerizing azure eyes. You drowned in them for a second, your cheeks becoming a bit redder.

“Don’t mention it. I’m glad you're okay” He smiled softly, his thumbs gently stroking knuckles on your hands. His heart almost explodes in his chest while he’s looking into your eyes. The temperature in this room rose to dangerous values and only then, he realized what he was doing. His cheeks instantly became bright red, he dropped your hands and stepped aside turning around to his desk, coughing harshly. You covered your red face with one hand, the other grabbed the wall to support your weak knees.

“Well then!” He finally said “I’ll send you a few files that I found concerning Mrs. Tailor’s case”

“erm… Artem?”

“Yes?” He said not looking at you. Then you took a deep breath and mustered all the courage you had left in your body.

“About the movie premiere this weekend… do you… wanna go with me?” Your head was turned right and you weren't looking at him. However, your words made him perk up in slight surprise and he looked at you, wanting to make sure he heard that correctly.

“I’d love to” He couldn’t stop the smile on his face. His, almost instant response, made you give him a quick peek with a blush on your face and a smile creeping up on your lips as well.

After that, both of you came back to work, but couldn’t stop your racing hearts at a thought of the weekend.

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