#did i ever tell you guys how the moles on his face looks like a star constellation :(

[steddiejudas]

STWG Daily Drabble 11/29/23

prompt: modern au

Eddie is harshly woken by his phone ringing at— JESUS christ, 4:30 AM.

The number isn’t saved in his contacts, and normally he would just let it ring or hang up the call so he could go back to sleep, but his brain is a little fried so early in the morning so he answers it like a reflex.

“Hello?” he asks. He can hear the sleep in his own voice and hopes to god this call isn’t something important that his slow, rough voice will make him look bad for.

“Robin!!”

A very loud, very drunk voice screams the name Eddie doesn’t recognize into the line. He lacks the wherewithal to really sus out what’s happening, so he summons every ounce of intelligence to the best of his ability to mutter: “huh?”

“Robbie I’m so drunk and my phone died. The bartender let me use his to call you. come pick me up.”

The guy is whining directly into Eddie’s ear. it should be annoying, should be grating to his sleep-addled brain, but he can’t help but think he sounds cute.

“Uh, hey man, this isn’t Robin. I think you got the wrong number,” Eddie says.

The guy on the other end of the line goes silent, and Eddie imagines he’s pouting over there, probably too drunk to remember he needs to speak into the phone.

“Hey,” he says. “You okay? Are you going to be able to call this Robin person?”

“I did,” the guy whines again. “You’re not Robin.”

“No, I definitely am not. I’m Eddie. And who are you?”

“I’m Steve. Will you please come pick me up?”

He considers this, chuckling lightly to himself. This Steve sure is trusting. Eddie could be a murderer just waiting for a cute boy like Steve to call him up, and he says as much, but apparently all Steve hears is:

“You think I'm cute? Wait, how can you tell? Are you in the walls or something?”

Is he in the walls? Jesus this guy really is ass blasted, huh. And Eddie can’t leave a fellow bad late night decision maker to fend for himself, can he?

“You sound cute enough sweetheart. sit tight, I'll be there in 15 minutes.”

“mmkay!” Steve sounds purely elated to have Eddie on the way, and hangs up before he has the chance to confirm where he is. It’s no matter really, there’s only one bar in the area that’s open this late, and it seems the bartender picked up on that lacking piece of information as his phone pings with a location pin a minute later.

It’s one of Eddie’s usual haunts so he gets there in 10, familiar with the route and aided by the complete lack of traffic at this hour.

He wonders if in the last 10 minutes Steve has forgotten all about him. He is just a stranger he drunk dialed after all, and Steve’s so far gone his short term memory must be nothing at this point.

But when he pulls up and enters the building, he sees the most beautiful face he’s ever seen alone at the bar. He hopes to any god that will listen that Steve at least remembers his enthusiasm about getting home so he can see the way that elation shows on his handsome features. The bartender who’s been babysitting, and appears to be forcing him to drink water, points to the door and Steve turns around, his face alighting with all the brilliance of precious gemstones.

“Eddie!” He shouts, throwing himself off the stool to stumble over to him. He nearly falls to the ground, but Eddie is there to hold him up.

Their faces are inches apart, and Eddie can’t help but notice the way his drunkenness flushes his cheeks, giving the scattering of moles across his cheeks a beautiful backdrop.

“Hey pretty boy. Let’s get you home, okay? Where do you live?”

“With Robin,” Steve says, his face betraying the fact that he really thinks that’s the answer Eddie needs.

“Mhm,” Eddie patiently hums. “And where does Robin live?”

“With me, silly.”

“Oh boy, you’re really out of it. Why don’t I take you back to my place, get some food in you, charge up your phone, and we’ll go from there.”

“Is food the only thing I'll get in me?” Steve asks, pressing in closer to Eddie’s grasp.

It startles a laugh out of him. One that starts deep in his chest and rolls through his body, throwing his head back and shaking his shoulders.

“Steve, you barely know me. You’re just lucky I happen to be a very nice, very respectful guy, who is going to

feed you and nothing. else.”

Steve pouts a little as Eddie puts an arm around his waist and pulls him out to the car, loading him in the passenger seat and buckling him in.

It seems Steve has zoned out on the ride, either lulled by the movements or, god forbid, incredibly carsick. Either way he sits in silence with his face pressed against the cool glass while Eddie lets him be alone with his thoughts for the short drive home.

Getting up the stairs to Eddie’s apartment is a challenge. It’s like Steve is doing his absolute best to go ass over tea kettle down them. Eddie braces himself behind him, hands on his waist to keep him steady, trying his absolute darndest to ignore the lines of hard muscle under his sweater.

Now is NOT the time.

They make it inside with little incident, Eddie plopping Steve down on the couch to disappear into the kitchen after fishing Steve’s phone out of his pocket and plugging it in next to him.

“So, I’m not much of a cook,” Eddie hollers. “But how do you feel about grilled cheese?”

No answer comes.

“Steve?”

Nothing.

Eddie peeks out of the kitchen to find a snoring Steve, sprawled out on the couch like a starfish. Somehow he’s even cuter like this. It brings a fond smile to Eddie’s face as he covers him in a blanket, tucks a pillow under his head and leaves a trash can by his side just in case.

It’s almost 5:30 now, and the exhaustion hits him all at once. Eddie gives the man sawing logs on his couch one last once over before going back to his own bed and crashing, hoping for at least another hour or two of sleep.

When he wakes, it’s with an unexpected sense of excitement, expecting Steve to be on his couch ready to have a coherent conversation and a real introduction, but when he makes his way out to the living room, Steve is gone, his pillow stacked on top of the neatly folded blanket.

He shouldn’t be sad about this. Steve is, after all, just a stranger who was drunk and couldn’t even remember his own address. He was probably embarrassed, confused, hell maybe even scared to be waking up in a stranger’s house with vague memories of how he got there. He tries to focus on that aspect of the situation, rather than his own disappointment. He does not succeed.

Eddie sits down on the couch, in the very same spot Steve laid his head the night before and wraps himself up in the blanket. He buries his face in it, inhaling the faint scent Steve left on it and wonders why he even cares. It wasn’t as if they had some big whirlwind romance in the span of the hour they were together; but Steve was so sweet, so cute, so excited to see him after speaking on the phone for just a couple minutes. It wasn’t anything more than a random act of kindness, but maybe Eddie wanted it to be.

It’s as Eddie is thinking it over that his phone pings with a message. Eddie groans, it’s probably just Gareth, or maybe the bartender from last night checking that everyone is safe. Though even that is wishful thinking. He checks anyway, trying his best to tamp down any wishful thinking until he sees the unknown number on his screen with one simple word.

[463-291-8275]: Thanks.

Eddie feels a lump in his throat, his chest filling up like a balloon. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say, doesn’t even know if it is Steve, but shit he fucking hopes so.

[Eddie]: Steve? How did you get my number again?

[463-291-8275]: Uhhh… i definitely didn’t try like 10 variations of Robin’s phone number to find the one number i mistyped when i accidentally called you last night

Eddie frantically adds the number to his contacts before texting back, thanking whatever powers that be for giving him another shot.

[Eddie]: Wow I must have left quite the impression on you Stevie 😏

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: you could say that

Eddie smirks to himself, trying to ignore the blush that warms his face at Steve’s words. He tries to come up with what to say next, how to segue into asking him out on a date, but before he can, his phone buzzes with more messages from Steve.

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: so i know this might seem a little strange since we barely talked before i passed out in a drunk heap on your couch

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: thanks for not killing me btw

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: but um would you maybe want to hang out sometime?

Eddie jumps up from the couch, pumping his fist in the air like he just won the lottery. then, like he’s just remembering he lives alone, he yells at no one in particular: “FUCK! YES!” There’s an angry knock on the wall from his neighbor, but he doesn’t care in the slightest.

[Eddie]: idk about that Stevie

He goes to reply in his typical teasing fashion, but Steve’s reply comes in immediately before he can finish the thought.

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: oh

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: i totally get it

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: last night was probably weird for you

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: feel free to block my number i’m so sorry

[Eddie]: Woah, slow your roll there big boy!

[Eddie]: I said I'm not so sure about hanging out with you.

[Eddie]: But only because I’d rather take you out on a date

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: oh

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: Oh!

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: date! yes! date is good

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: i’d love to go on a date!

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: better even

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: i was fighting demons trying not to kiss you in the car last night

Eddie has to set his phone down so he doesn’t throw it to the ground and shatter it, opting instead to fist his hands in the pillow Steve used last night and shove it in his face to scream. He has to regain his composure before he texts back, doing his best to keep cool.

[Eddie]: A date it is then. Can’t wait sweetheart ❤️

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #modern au #wowza can you believe i haven’t done a daily prompt in over a month #this one just spoke to me idk

[writingmeraki]

gents in dilemma.

a park sunghoon drabble !

pairing : rich!boy!sunghoon x gn!reader, teasing classmates to ???

genre : fluff/humour (?)

warnings : nothing just sunghoon using his privileges as a pretty rich boy lmao also no actual knowledge os spider-man comics im sorry if it's inaccurate <3 !

author's note : wooo! a double update ?!? who is thisss mayhaps very random but i told ya'll ( if u read my recent mingu drabble ) it's been a while since i realeased anything enha :( this was sort of a warm up to get back into writing for them! if you have any ideas pls send them in!! i rlly want to write for them again hehe &lt;3

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You were stuck there anyways. Your brother wouldn’t come pick you up earlier enough and all your friends left already so you found no point in wanting to leave and sit outside in the hot and humid weather where you’ll probably just end up with mosquito bites and sweaty skin. 

The song played in your earphones as you lazily flipped through the Spider-man comic. It was your newest hyperfixation and you had difficulties getting copies but you were getting there. 

Suddenly an intrusion popped in front of you as you got to the good part, but you paid no mind to whoever it was. 

Besides, who in their right mind would want to make small talk with a stranger in the damned detention room?

The music was dull but you could hear the sound of someone clearing their throat. Sighing, you put down the comic and looked unamused at the boy in front of you. 

Park Sunghoon. Rich, smart, pretty boy who lived up to all the stereotypes that clung to his personality while also hanging out with the same sort of people. Not a stranger you thought. 

You wondered how you missed seeing him and…Park Jonseong? (If you remembered correctly) walk in. Perhaps you indeed were too focused in your daydreams. 

Now amusement flickered in your gaze as you looked up at him. 

He definitely did live to his pretty boy name you mused as you took in the moles on his face, the shade of his pink lips, the messy yet perfectly sitting hair of his. 

He gulped under your calculating gaze, not knowing why he felt nervous all of a sudden when it was his idea to tell you not to say anything to Mr.Kim for when Jay and him would ditch the detention they got that day. He confidently told his friend he would threaten you if you didn’t comply, perhaps maybe bribe you a bit and surely it would do the trick.

But how his words seemed to bite right back at him because suddenly his mouth felt drier and tongue heavier under your gaze. For a brief moment, he wondered how he had never seen you, otherwise, he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget a face like yours. 

“Now now,what ever have I done to have the Park Sunghoon right in front of me?” You grinned teasingly at him and fuck you had dimples. He swore he might have died in that moment and reached heaven.

He felt a shove that snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Uh-yeah um we- wait you know me?” You raised a brow at his words, the amusement only growing as you saw the tip of his ears getting red.

Was he flustered…by you?

“ ‘course I do, it would seem weird if I didn’t at least to you people.” You murmured the last part, darting your eyes to his friend who seemed to roll his eyes.You weren’t sure if it was because of you or because of Sunghoon.

“Can you get to the point idiot-”

“Hey! Shut up, yeah? I’m talking-”

“All I see is you acting like a huge fucking si-”

They whispered to each other, almost making you giggle at the way they both seemed to be arguing over something, you figured you were somehow involved. 

“Well see- the thing is we’re going to ditch this.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head a little as you leaned forward in your chair, placing your head on one hand.

“And? Does that concern me?”

“We don’t want you snitching, that’s what he meant. You can ditch too, Mr.Kim’s known for never coming back to his detentions once he leaves.” 

You shook your head, “I’m fine here, I have to wait anyways, you can-”

Suddenly a thought occurred to you, “Hmm, the snitching on you both part sounds tempting, I might even get brownie points, struggling with his class anyways.” 

No,he was not supposed to find your smirk cute, nor the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Wha- what’s in it for you?! You can ditch too! Didn’t I say that already-”

“Wait. I might have something.”

Jay stared at Sunghoon in both disbelief and annoyance while you looked at him curiously. He set his bag down and opened it, pulling out something.

“Here.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The newest edition of the Spider-man series. You’d been trying for ages to get it, but held yourself back when you saw the triple digit price point. 

Of course he’d have this. 

You gasped in disbelief, looking in awe as you grabbed it and flipped through the pages. Sunghoon found it absolutely cute the way your eyes lit up. 

He was concerned about how enduring he already found you in the span of approximately 10 minutes. 

“It’s too expensive, I can’t-”

“Who said I am giving it to you? I’m letting you borrow it so you won’t rat us out.”

It seemed the tables turned and it was your turn to be flustered under his teasing gaze and he did in fact have a cute grin. Shit-eating one but adorable. 

“I’ll take it to my grave.” You hugged the comic to your chest and did a zipping your mouth motion, throwing away the pretend key. He let out a chuckle at your actions and the sound absolutely did not do something to your heart ( You think it might have burst ). 

Jay had been observing the interaction and he knew why exactly Sunghoon did what he was doing. Seems like the supposed ‘ice’ prince was melting at your mere presence. Oh he was so going to spill everything to the rest of his friends and tease him for the life of it. 

Sunghoon’s gaze moved towards your phone, seeing it was still unlocked he took it while you yelped in alarm, “Hey! I said I won’t say anything!”

You had stood up from your chair and now only realised just how much taller he was than you when he began to type something with his hands raised above you. 

“Here. My number and I rang it to have yours. Call me when you’re done reading, I expect to get my comic back soon enough.” He held your hand and plopped your phone in it, while you remained frozen at his bold moves. Even the blonde next to him was surprised at his actions, that probably said a lot to you. 

He swung his arm around Jay who had an amused grin as he shook his head, waving bye to you, pausing for a moment when he realized something as he looked back at you.

“What’s your name?” 

“Uh-oh um,” You were still in a trance at what just happened as you said your name, not as confidently as you wished and you cursed yourself mentally for already being so hung up on his actions. 

He repeated it as if testing it out, “See you soon then,” He grinned at you as you just chose to wave back, thinking you might just say something stupid. 

Looking down at your phone, you saw his number and back at the comic book that laid on the desk, you grinned bashfully, shaking your head as you laughed.

Maybe just maybe, Park Sunghoon wouldn't have to wait until you finished the comic for you to see him. 

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[sanjisboyfie]

shanks being your doting boyfriend

(slightly himbo) shanks x male reader

NOT PROOFREAD mb. small, slight manga spoilers??? sorry guys + LMFAO i hadto ctrl + f every single time i used "arms" and switch it to "arm" also im so soorrryyyy its kinda rlly short.....forgive me also idc???? if this seems ooc to me shanks is just a silly lil guy.

— oh god. the power you hold. you actually singlehandedly could change the course of the entire one piece universe if you wanted to. why??? because one of the four emperors of the sea follows everrything you say like a lost puppy. he hangs off of every word that leaves your lips with a dumb, lovesick grin on his face. his head is empty, just thoughts of you. good thing you use this power of yours for good and keep this man HUMBLE.

"[name], can you please tell your idiot boyfriend to just do the dishes, i can't-"

"beckkkkkk, why are you bothering me and my boyfriend's personal time together?" shanks whined, little spooning his way into your side. his stubble was scratching your skin, making you itchy around your neck and shoulder, especially with the way he was so aggressively nuzzling his head. "we haven't even woken up yet,"

"yeah, and you were supposed to be on cleaning duty last night and you instead chose to spend that time coddling [name], so look where we are now,"

"i'm the captain, goddammit! why do i have to do something like cleaning duty?"

"ask [name], he made that rule,"

shanks' aggressive demeanor turned into putty as he pouted at you. it was not a fitting expression for someone that had a reputation like his and also his age (too old to be acting like a kid).

"babbbbyyy, why are you making us spend less time together? is it because you hate me?"

"shanks, just go fucking do some cleaning in the kitchen. it's a shit show and it's pissing me and the chefs off. get a grip, babe," you scolded, pushing his pouting face away from your own.

with a look of hesitation, shanks finally backed off and got out of bed. as he was putting on a proper pair of trousers on, he was muttering about his own boyfriend was bullying him. his comments went ignored by both you and beck — who was watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

to see his best friend, captain, and one of the four emperors of the sea so easily swayed into doing chores was something he doesn't think he'd ever get used to. no matter how long you and shanks have been together, seeing the red head so obediently follow orders was infathomable.

— shanks -> really intimidating status as captain of the red hair pirates -> turns into complete mush when you walk into the room. without fail, he physically deflates into whatever seat he's sitting in and holds his arm out to you invitingly, waiting for you to sit on his lap.

shanks was supposed to be in serious mode. he was sitting in front of some pretty high ranked marine officials, who were after his crews' heads. he wasn't the type to hold hostages, just to let them go back running to their navy base, but considering the crew was on a vacation of sorts, he needed to know how they were able to track them down.

it lingered in his mind that there was a chance there was a mole in their ranks, but he didn't want to accept that as it would be a painful reality.

"so, how did you know we'd be at this island to recover?" shanks questioned, eyes glaring holes into the marines' faces. they were shaking where they sat, except for one who tried holding a tough demeanor. "i'm not going to do anything to you if you just answer my question,"

just as the marine was about to spill all their information out, the door of the room they were in was slammed open. shanks' haki faltered slightly as he was able to recognize that it was you, and with that imbalance, it sent the marine officers over the edge and made them pass out instead.

you took in the scene, bleakly apologizing for interuppting. shanks didn't have the heart to scold you, so instead he just took you into his arm with a wide grin and said, "no, no, it's alright. i was beginning to miss you anyway, doll. was wondering why you weren't with me," he pouted into your skin, making you laugh.

"turns out one of the lackeys you let on board recently was the reason why these guys showed up out of nowhere," you informed your lover, who hummed in interest, "took a while, but was able to get him to crack under pressure."

shanks sighed in content, hugging you even tighter, "i love you so much, you're so sexy when you take control,"

another laugh escaped your lips as you heard your boyfriend almost drunkenly sing you praises, "it was nothing, the guy had zero resolve anyway,"

"you're so amazing, baby," he continued complimenting into your skin, acting as if there weren't three passed out marine officers in front of you two.

a couple of the lackeys of the crew came bounding into the room and almost froze when they saw their intimidating captain cuddling into your side like an eager puppy.

"u-uhm, captain?" shanks only hummed in acknowledgement as he held you tight to his side. "what do you want us to do with these guys and that bastard traitor?"

"oh, just keep them tied up and then leave them on the shore when we depart — they probably won't survive with all the wildlife around here," shanks hummed, waving his hand dismissively. you were standing in between his legs and he was relishing in the skinship you were allowing him.

"should we tell the rest that we will be setting sail soon then?"

this time you interjected, "yeah, i'll come with you, boys. i'll make moving the bodies easier."

the crew's face lightened up at your familiar kind behavior, but then stiffened when they heard a groan coming from shanks.

"but [name]!! these guys got it, just stay with me longer, please,"

"oh, shut up, idiot. just go back to the main event and lift up the spirits of our crew, they probably wanna hear words from their captain after such a traitorous bastard infiltrated us,"

shanks sighed at your mini lecture, but dragged himself to follow your footsteps. he was holding onto your hand and his feet were practically stomping into the wood.

"who even made me captain, i never asked for this," he sighed, making the crew weakly laugh to fill the awkward silence while you just tried apologizing for your boyfriend, and captain's, idiotic behavior.

— shanks really cherishes the alone time he can spend with you. living your lives as highly wanted pirates makes your daily life hectic. and, thankfully, the foundations of your relationship only led to you two being able to keep that strong trust, respect, and love for each other so alive.

it was nighttime and the ship was rocking ever so slightly with the waves. for once, you switched cuddling positions and had your head resting on shanks' chest. your fingers were drawing mindless shapes on the exposed skin while shanks' arm was squeezing your plushy flesh every now and then.

"you know, i love you so much, right?" he confessed into the night air, the genuineness of his emotions being made obvious with how softly he spoke.

"i love you too," you easily said back, not thinking twice.

"but, do you know i love you?" shanks repeated, sitting up and holding onto your waist to make sure all your attention was directed on him, "i know our lives don't make our lifestyle easier and i know i get really busy when times get rough, but i needed to tell you again that i love you so much [name]."

you grinned at his sincerity, leaning forward and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his chapped lips. he reciprocated in a second's notice, but you pulled away before he could deepen it (as he usually did whenever you two kissed).

"i know you love me shanks, you are the sweetest lover i can think of. your kindness and humanity remind me everyday that this life is worth living if it's with you," shanks smiled at your words, nudging his forehead against yours to entice you to pull in closer to him.

your lips locked once more in a passionate filled kiss. your bare chests were now skin to skin with one another and it took a couple minutes of desperate kissing for shanks to be satisfied.

and when you finally pulled away and settled back onto his chest, he squeezed you once more and asked, "you've had other lovers besides me?" in reference to what you said earlier.

cue an eyeroll and pinch to his sides to make him shut his pretty mouth for some needed peace and quiet.

#one piece x male reader #x male reader #male reader #one piece imagines #one piece #shanks x male reader #shanks x reader #shanks imagines #one piece shanks #one piece shanks x male reader #one piece shanks imagines

[ithinkabouttzu]

I know it's a bit silly though. enha reaction to have moles same places (ik its sound silly bu i have moles same with enha)

♡ Enhypen Reaction: sharing a mole/birthmark with their s/o

genre! Romance; fluff

warnings! None

description! Enhypen members reaction to you having moles/ birthmarks in the same spot as theirs!

Heeseung

- When you bring it up that you guys have the same moles, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

- The most adorable thing about it to him was that you noticed something little like that about him :( like it’s so romantic and sweet

- There will be a moment where you guys are just checking all over each others body to see you if have any other matching moles or birthmarks really anything like that

- When he finally finds all the moles that resemble his, he gets a little marker and draws hearts all around them (except for your face) but it’s so cute 😭

- “Do you want to mark all of mine now?”

Jay

- “Wait, is that mole on your arm real?!“

- He honestly notices it way before you do, maybe even when he first met you.

- Jay is very meticulous when it comes to you, so he notices all those little things about you almost immediately

- When he does realize that you guys have the same place of moles, he kisses yours softly and reminds you he loves you so much :(

- Talks about the future with you and wonders if maybe your guys’ future kids will have a mole in the same place as you and him do.

Jake

- He strongly believes that it’s fate that you guys are together

- When he first saw your moles, he knew they looked familiar, until he realized that he had the same ones

- that’s when he really freaked out, asking to see your arm again where the moles were

- From now on just expect to be annoyed by him going on and on about how cool it is that you guys have the same moles.

- “We’re practically meant to be, it’s a match made in heaven”

Sunghoon

- “Wait, we do?” He immediately puts your arm up to his when you tell him that you guys have moles in the exact same spot.

- he starts laughing and he thinks it’s the funniest, random thing he’s ever seen

- “Well, I guess that makes sense why we’re together then” LOL

- He loves seeing you get so excited over something as silly as that, he can’t help but wrap you in a big hug and kiss you over and over again

- He probably wonders to himself if you guys have any other matching moles or birthmarks for the rest of the day

Sunoo

- Freaks out when you point it out to him

-“really?! That’s so so cool”

- Has to take a million photos of your mole and his side by side so that he can keep it in his memories to look at over and over again

- then he has to go tell everyone when he gets a chance to “Did you know me and y/n have a mole in the same exact spot?!”

- He’s very enthusiastic about it and he genuinely finds it so interesting

Jungwon

- He notices before you tbh

- “Hey, have you always had that mark on your shoulder?” When you say yes he puts your and his shoulder side by side

- “We’re matching, babe” He thinks it’s the coolest and cutest thing ever tbh

- Has to mark yours and his with a little star around it so that you both know it’s your guys special little mark

- and everytime you have a bad day or really just anytime he feels like showing affection he always kisses your shoulder where that mole is 😭😭

Niki

- He gets so giddy and cute when he sees that you guys have moles in the same exact spot

- He kisses that spot where your mole is a million times, reminding you over and over again how much he loves you 😭

- he’s also like jake, thinking that now it’s fate you guys are together

- He’ll just look at it over and over again, still so shocked that you guys have the exact same marks

-“So babe do you have any other moles on your body that are like mine?” He’s so cute about it oml

Thank you for your request! It was honestly so cute. If you enjoyed, make sure to like or reblog! 🤍

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[stardustlixie]

hyunjin soft thought

(because I'm sad about his mole fading)

so imagine, hyunjin's little mole under his eye being that feature no one likes about him, but his bestfriend absolutely falling in love with it:

you met him through a friend in college, but you and him developed a strong bond and soon he was your bestfriend. you and him shared moments or trouble, pain and bliss alike.

one odd thing about him: he seemed to always have a small amount of makeup on. you didn't care, you thought he wore it really well.

even if he didn't, you probably wouldn't care, this was hyunjin. the guy who laughed a little too loud for public places and made the best art and danced like a god and had a face sculpted by said gods, the guy who couldn't eat a sandwich without closing his eyes, had the most dramatic reactions to things and had to move half of his face to manage a wink.

this was hyunjin, and you were a little in love with him. maybe not so little.

he didn't like to admit it, but he had a soft spot in his mind just for you, he wouldn't admit how much of his art was about you, how he loved it when you watched him dance, how he would laugh a little too loud at your stupid jokes even if they were unfunny because his laugh made you laugh, how he felt blood rush to his face when he caught you staring at his face in awe, calling him 'the prettiest boy i've ever seen' or how he would worry about his little 'flaws', how you wouldn't find him as pretty if you saw them.

until one day you're at his dorm, he wants you to do his makeup for a party, he wants something other than the coverage he usually goes for, something more expressive, much like your own style.

you tell him to clean and wash off anything already on his face, and he does it without thinking, only realising he's bare faced when he's on his chair, face cupped in your hands as you contemplate what to do with the makeup beside you on his desk.

his face heats up, he can only think of how stupid the mole on his face must look right now. it's not that big of a deal, it's foolish, you're his best friend you're never gonna care about something so insignificant and yet he's contemplating all sorts of stupid things when your voice snaps him out.

"hmm, what style are we going for hyunnie? pretty or sexy?" you ask while turning his face around in your hands, more to mess with him than to survey his features -you already know them well enough.

"i was thinking something like you did when you wore that black outfit for the formal? like the darker eyes with the silver shimmer and-" he is in the middle of his explanation when you see it, the ghost of....?

"hyunnie do you have a mole under your eye?"

"uh.. yes?" he answers hesitant, only for you to fall silent, observing the little beauty mark that has almost faded from what was probably many years of bleaching products and a very consistent makeup and sunscreen regime.

"and you..... never thought of letting it be visible to me? after all we've been through hyunnie?" you started with a grave tone only to end with a laugh.

"so you don't hate it?" he looks at you like a confused ferret.

"no dumbass, i love it! it's so pretty! just like you! oh my cheesecake, the prettiest boy i know........ just became prettier. how?" you poke the little mark on his under eye, fascinated by it like a child by glitter.

"come on, don't joke around" he pouts, face still in your hands, and you physically zoom into him to take a closer look.

"no, prince, you're so pretty i could almost cry." you say, this time with the most sincerity you can manage.

"really?" he looks up at you with so much vulnerability that you almost give in to the strong urge to kiss his pout away.

"i don't really like it. my mom hates it, my ex hated it, people have never liked it. i tried getting rid of it but it never completely vanished. so i covered it instead."

"you tried getting rid of something so beautiful because people don't like it?" you ask him, and he releases a tense breath.

"it's stupid, i know. but-"

"what if I love it?"

"what?"

"will you show it if I said I love it?" you ask him, and he looks at you like you've just broken a little spell that was on him.

"i, think i will"

"that's my hyunnie! it will look so good with the type of makeup you want! can I emphasize it? pretty please?"

he can never bring himself to say no when you look like you might cry if he does.

some dabs of eyeshadow later and after the painstaking process of telling him to keep his eyelids still for a little wing, you tell him to open his eyes.

he's a pretty boy, no doubt, but after you bolden his mole with some eyeliner, he looks the most beautiful you've ever seen him look.

"i love you." is what you say when you're dabbing a dark red onto his lips, catching him off guard.

"what?"

"I love you." this time you say it firmly, without hesitation.

"i don't really mind if you don't reciprocate it, but i love you so much, hyunjin, i-" you feel his soft lips on your own before you can continue, the kiss being a non-verbal confession of his own adoration of you.

"you ruined my lipstick..." is what he says with a sad face when you part, before you begin to reapply it and clean the smudged edges.

"i can't believe you-" you laugh, "no omg i love you too' type of thing?"

"shh, do my makeup" he playfully glares at you. you spend the next minute fixing his lipstick while none of you can contain your grins.

accidental confession? more like fated reveal.

you walked into your pretty bestfriend's dorm and you walked out of your very pretty boyfriend's, with your hands interlinked. your boyfriend with a pretty mole.

#what am I doing with my life #why did I do this #what am i doing #skz #stray kids #kpop #skz fluff #hyunjin #fave #skz hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios

[sexhaver]

me n bailey marathoned the first season of this show over the last few days. some thoughts:

Alan Cumming, specifically his accent and wardrobe, are by far the highlights of this show. i sincerely hope someone has made an edit compiling all of his outfits without any of the actual gameplay, because he is consistently serving cunt

like just look at this

that being said i did keep seeing him as Fegan Floop from Spy Kids

oh right there's an actual game/competition component to this

im just gonna get this out of the way: the entire premise of the show is fundamentally flawed. they keep trying to make it sound like the three Traitors in the group are "backstabbing" and "working against" the Faithful (non-Traitors), but, like, everyone on the show (Traitor or Faithful) is competing for the exact same prize pool. it's not like The Mole (or any other social deduction game), where the secret evil team actually has different goals diametrically opposed to those of the good team and has to complete them without having anyone notice. here, the evil team just... votes on someone to "murder" every night. that's it.

to emphasize this point: the literal only thing that can ever give you away as a Traitor is being bad at lying/concealing guilt. there are ZERO gameplay differences between the goals of a Traitor and the goals of a Faithful, which means the arguments over who to vote for banishing are based entirely on "gut feelings"

nobody on the show has ever played a social deduction game before. late into the season, there's a day where all 3 Traitors are alive and it's down to 6 people total (so 3v3). anyone who has played Mafia/Werewolf/ToS/etc knows what this means: barring bullshit last-minute rules from the producers, it is quite literally impossible for the Traitors to lose, because none of them can be voted up. it takes 4 out of 6 votes to exile someone, and there are only 3 Faithful left. if no Traitor votes for another Traitor, then it is, again, literally impossible for a Traitor to be exiled. furthermore, if they all coordinate their votes on one Faithful, all they have to do is convince one of the remaining two Faithfuls to vote with them, and they instantly win $180k (split three ways). and hey, wouldn't you know it, one of the Faithfuls (Kate) was already really suspicious, and another one of the Faithfuls (Quentin) said out loud multiple times that he was voting for her!

so what do you think the Traitors did?

god this part pissed me off so much im having to pause for breathe while typing this. okay. so.

two of the Traitors voted for the third Traitor, who got voted off.

after being voted off, youre supposed to walk up to the Circle of Truth and reveal if you were a Traitor or not. the guy who got eliminated (Christian) was entirely too nice and gracious about it. me n bailey discussed this and came to the conclusion that we would either a) out the other Traitors on the stand and explain, using game theory and math, exactly how fucking stupid they are, completely ruining the game for them, or b) pretend to cry a little while walking up to the Circle of Truth but as soon as you walk behind the first other Traitor's chair you flip it over backwards and elbow drop their nose into their face while screaming "YOU STOLE $60K FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH"

also the guy who got eliminated (Christian) was very clearly autistic and Every Single Reason the other traitors gave for not liking him was like straight out of the DSM V diagnostic criteria ("he talks too loud and laughs weird", "he's got way too much energy all the time", "his emotional responses don't make sense")

apparently there's a season 2 but i cannot bring myself to watch it after seeing Christian thrown to the lions (ayyy Sunday school reference)

also at one point a Faithful has to leave because of COVID (this was filmed in 2020) so the producers don't let the Traitors murder anyone that night for balance reasons, but to compensate, they tell them they can like. write down three names that will be publicly revealed to everyone the next morning, and then one of those people dies the next night. so obviously this is mostly a nerf for the Traitors because they miss a night of killing someone, but the intention was clearly to give the Traitors an opportunity to sow confusion by putting one or two of their OWN names onto the list to make them seem like Faithfuls. and they even had an extra objective during that day's game where one of the three people could earn a "shield" to protect them that night, so if a Traitor was on the list, they could basically "steal" the shield from the other 2 (since they obviously weren't getting killed no matter what). but i think the Traitors heard "write down three names" and "kill" and had all the blood rush to their respective dicks because they just wrote three Faithfuls lmao. deeply unserious show

#the traitors

[boydepartment]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request something soft and sweet with riki. I'm so soft for him always atm. Like maybe a warm lazy afternoon nap where you gently push back his hair from his face careful not to wake him and you run your fingers over his eyebrow and press a kiss there and then you gently brush your knuckles across his cheek and press a kiss there too and of course you can't resist his cute little nose so you press a kiss there too and when you pull back riki's eyes are still closed but he's smiling and you belatedly realize he's been awake the whole time 😖😖😖😖

Maybe riki teases you or maybe he quietly lies there as the tips of his ears pinken. Maybe he opens his eyes when you call him out and pulls you in for a kiss. Maybe he keeps his eyes closed and simply mutters a 'you missed a spot' meaning you better kiss those pink pouty lips of his or you'll be sorry. Maybe you're ~just~ friends toeing a blurry line.

Honestly you can write whatever you want I just need sweet tender moments with riki 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING I LOVE U SM

RIKI SHUT UP- Nishimura Riki x Gn! Reader

warnings: like one joke of throwing urself off a highway lol

wc- 900

MASTERLIST

It was a really hot summer afternoon, the kind of afternoon where the bugs outside sounded like powerlines and you didn’t need a blanket to have a nice nap basked in warmth. That is where you and your best friend found yourselves. You woke up a little while ago and let yourself relax in this peaceful atmosphere. As much as you wanted to- you stopped yourself from looking at your friend next to you. He was still peacefully sleeping; you could hear his soft snores. It had been a long week for him so getting this rest in, even if he didn’t want to- was vital.

Now who was sleeping next to you? Right, your best friend. Nishimura Riki. Your relationship has definitely crossed to a territory that has you questioning what you were. You both would do things that couples do all the time, of course not publicly. Your activities included, baking together, holding hands at random points, cuddling and watching movies, and lastly an abundance of staring at each other for way too long. It got to the point where your heart knew you were in love with him, but your brain did not want to accept it. I mean how embarrassing is it to ask, “what are we?” Especially because what if he just thought it was normal friend things. You gripped your hair and rubbed your eyes.

Finally giving in- you looked at him…

Your brain clicked and agreed instantaneously with your heart.

Riki was still sleeping, the sun hitting the back of your wall now letting the light bounce off and onto him. He looked like he truly didn’t have a care in the world, he looked like his brain finally was relaxing. He always works so hard so seeing him this peaceful made your heart so happy.

His hair perfectly fell in front of his eyes- as cliché as it was. His mouth slightly agape as he breathed. Riki was truly beautiful, you’d never tell him that though. Without thinking your hand brushed through his hair. It was a little damaged due to the heavy bleaching but it’s not like you minded. You told him he should start sleeping in a bonnet, but he only agreed if you guys got matching ones. You of course agreed and bought a set on amazon.

“You’re so pretty…” You mumbled ever so quietly. Surprisingly… he didn’t wake up even with your hands brushing through his hair. Your fingers then rubbed his eyebrows. Your heart smiled as he nudged his face in your hand.

“What am I going to do…” You whispered to yourself. Your eyes studied his face like you didn’t know it like the back of your hand. Every mole, smile line, acne spots, everything. Your fingers lined his face more and he stayed sleeping. You found yourself giving him a kiss on his forehead. This wasn’t unheard of in your weird “platonic” friendship. He did this to you all the time to tease you. You went from his forehead to his nose. When you pulled away you saw him grinning widely like some psycho.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” You pushed him and he practically got halfway shoved off the bed.

“HEY!” He moved his body back on the bed and got way too close to you like when he was obsessed with that stupid dance on tiktok.

Your face felt like someone poured lava on it, “YOU WERE ASLEEP!”

“Um no I wasn’t obviously.” Riki threw his head back and started laughing.

“WELL! WELL! When did you wake up!?” You didn’t even want to look at him.

Suddenly he started giggling, “I woke up before you, then pretended to be asleep.”

Your jaw was on the floor. You felt immensely embarrassed, and you wanted to genuinely throw yourself on a highway.

“Sooooo you think I’m pretty?” He asked and poked you. You jumped and glared at him.

“No-“

“Oh what ever shall you do-“

“RIKI SHUT UP!” You started laughing as he started poking you more.

You kept laughing until you couldn’t anymore, you settled down and you were both left facing each other.

“For the record, I think you’re really pretty too.”

Your brows furrowed and you scoffed a bit, “your job leaves you with seeing really hot people everyday- I don’t think I meet their level of attractiveness.”

Riki suddenly sat up, “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”

“DUDE, you are literally an idol, you are surrounded by idols like all the time. I am not an attractive idol. Cause shocker I am not an idol.” You spoke as if you were explaining why 2+2=4.

Riki looked down at you, “like that matters, I like being around YOU, I think YOU are pretty. I LIKE YOU!”

Suddenly the air shifted, and he looked like he just farted in church.

“You like me?” You sat up now. Riki looked at you and took a deep breath, he looked like he was contemplating. You watched as he nodded.

“I do like y-“

“ilikeyoutoo!” You said quickly, not wasting another second. His face lit up and he grinned just like he did when you “woke” him up.

“Okay now pretend to be asleep so I can kiss you all over your pretty face but then you ‘wake’ up and then we tease-“

“OKAY OKAY I GET IT!” At that, you pretended to fall asleep and he fulfilled his promise of kissing you all over your face.

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[loveshotzz]

you reblogged your whatta man masterlist🤨 dont play w my heart rn idk if i can handle it

I did reblog it! but not cause it’s done :( I was manifesting a good writing night which I think it might be! It’s not done yet, but hopefully within the next weekish. I’ll give you a lil snippet since it’s taking so long 💗

God you hated when Eddie was right.

Hazel eyes and freckles trail along his neck leading to small moles placed like the stars above you on his sun kissed skin and stubbled jaw. His chiseled nose runs down a narrow line with lips tinged pink like his cheeks, the expression on his face going from irritated to flirty in seconds flat.

“I’m - oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and no one is ever sitting there and I - Are you okay?” Talking a mile a minute, you silently scold yourself for acting like you’ve never seen a cute guy before.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Raising his hands up to stop you, the press of your thighs is instant when you see the silver band wrapped around the thickness of his middle finger. “No apologies necessary honey, it was an accident.”

The endearment that leaves his mouth followed by the smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips makes you dizzy. Bending down to grab the stool off the ground a matching chain slips out from under his shirt, the glow above giving you a glimpse at the patch of thick chest hair hidden from sight.

“Besides, it’s not the first time a pretty girl has knocked me on my ass.” Folding his arms across his pecs, he leans against the brick of the bar crossing his legs at the ankles. The black boots that cover his feet look big and menacing despite his disposition.

Biting your bottom lip into a smile,you look up at him through shy lashes and you swear you hear him sigh at the sight.

“Well as long as your okay-“

“Steve.” He offers his name with the kind of smile that shows the whites of his teeth, a spark lighting in his eyes when he sees the way you react to it.

“Well you’ll probably see my face around here a lot.” you start to say doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks feel like they are on fire.

“I sure hope so.” Pulling a toothpick out of his back pocket, he slides it between his lips, jaw clenching when he bites down on the wood while his eyes roam your curves unashamed before offering you another grin.

Giggles bubble past your strawberry flavored lips making his grin widen. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, the muscles in your face hurt from how hard you’re smiling.

“I was gonna say, 'cause I live upstairs.” Your voice comes out sweet despite the teasing roll of your eyes as you point to your open window above.

He only breaks his stare to follow the path of your finger before all his attention is back on you. The tension growing thicker when he kicks off the wall. The soles of his boots are loud against the pavement when he closes the distance between you with two long strides. Getting close enough to smell the cinnamon on his breath, and the expensive cologne that lingers on his clothes, you forget all about your date waiting for you inside.

“Eddie’s told me all about you.” Using the tip of his tongue to push the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his smirk tells you all you need to know.

“That’s funny, Eddie’s told me about you too.” Tracing your tongue over your top lip, you taste the fruit of your gloss as you look up at him from under hooded lids. “Steve.”

#whatta man #steve’s night #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #bouncer!steve

[wonfilms]

SKZ AS ROMANCE TROPES ★ !! [HYUNG LINE]

WORD COUNT :  4.7k (around 1k per member)

INCLUDES : HYUNJIN, LEE KNOW, BANGCHAN, CHANGBIN

hyunjin as your first love

he asked you on a date through a note scribbled on a piece of green origami paper. it was folded up almost insignificant at the time, if it wasn’t for the beautifully drawn portrait of you on the front. you paused for a second taking the time to admire the artwork as you held the small piece of paper between your fingers. the immense amount of detail in it had you blushing. 

every beauty mark that was on your face were copied with precision on the sketch. you unfolded the note with care before flipping it over to reveal the message and the boy behind it all ...

“ the first thing people see when they meet people is their eyes, but the second thing i noticed was the cute mole that’s on your cheek. i think that’s what inspired me to draw you. you were so pretty that i couldn’t help myself. i really like you, and i’d like to get to know you better, will you go on a date with me? from hyunjin. “ 

he was in your 4th period , art class.  everyone knew he was immensely gifted, both in his skills as an artist and well... 

... in his looks. to you, he looked almost like a piece of artwork himself, you felt flattered that he felt this way towards you. you sit back on your desk, pulling your pencil out to write a reply to say you accept.   you felt a smile creep up on your face when you write his name. “hyunjin.” you whispered, “hah, even your name is handsome...” .

minho as academic rivals to lovers. 

he takes secretive glances over at you from across the library while you’re busy doing your work. though you were completely insufferable, and nothing but a mere competitor to him, he couldn’t help this bubbly feeling that erupted in the pit of his stomach when he saw you.

your eyes were focused on the notebook in front of you, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, a puzzled expression gracing your face. you’d not looked any different at all since the last time he saw you... yet he swears he’s never seen anyone look prettier than you did at that moment. 

he mentally scolds himself as he got back to his assignment.  this was just a distraction, his mind was playing tricks on him. what was happening to him?? 

he couldn’t let you beat him in the finals that were rapidly approaching. though his cheeks were heating up at the thought of it he couldn’t decide if it was from embarrassment at the thought of you taking his position as the class topper or from the sweet image of you that was now burned into his memory. 

bangchan as childhood best friends to lovers 

chan can’t help the way his stomach does flips at every little thing you do. he shouldn’t feel like this... no.

he CAN’T feel like this, not after everything you’ve been through together. you’ve been there for everything, he doesn’t think that he could function if you weren’t there by his side. he can’t risk losing you just because of some stupid crush he’s formed on you these past few months. 

he doesn’t even know when it started, it was all blurry in his mind. since when did your touches feel so much more intimate than how they used to?  that sugary sweet laugh of yours made the heat rise up to his cheeks, your smiles made him feel almost giddy with affection. he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

he curses at himself for falling for you.

he lays on his bed at night and the only thing he can think about is you. 

you, the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he doesn’t think he can lose that. even if that meant he had to bury how he really felt, though it doesn’t do anything to stop the way his heart hurts when he can’t tell you the three words he’s bottled up for so long. 

changbin as the office romance. 

ever since you started this new job, you can’t get him out of your head. he’s just the guy who works in the room next to you, he occasionally flashes you a smile through the window during breaks. you’re simply co-workers trying to get through your normal 9-5 job. so what is it about him ?

is it the way his hair flops against his forehead, the fit of his white button up over his biceps ? or maybe it’s the way you caught him leaving donuts on the staff room table at break hoping no-one will notice that it’s him. he looks tough as nails but he emits a different kind of aura when you talk to him. he’s got the sweetest personality behind the facade he puts up in front of others. 

you couldn’t pin point what it was exactly but you felt your heart race every time his eyes met yours. it made you feel like you were back in high school experiencing a crush for the first time. the heat rose to your cheeks as your hands brushed with his when he passed you some photocopies. you curse at yourself for being so easily won over, 

maybe you’ll ask him on a date? yeah. you will. when you finally gather enough confidence to do so. 

#-works #skz #skz fluff #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin drabbles #lee know #minho fluff #minho #lee know fluff #minho x reader #lee know x reader #bangchan #bangchan fluff #bangchan x reader #changbin #changbin x reader #changbin fluff #lee know drabbles #bangchan drabbles #changbin drabbles

[flowering-thought]

Omg omg omg can we have some Daisuke nsfw headcanons??? PLEASE??? I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!

Of course sweet Anon! Glad someone wants to see some more of Daisuke <3

I'll link the picrew later-

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

Reader is AFAB and described as a woman

Yandere themes, bondage, oral, sex

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Daisuke Kawahara

NSFW Headcannons

• Honestly? Daisuke is a virgin. He never had any romantic interest and if he did get any semblance of horny he took care of himself only for the sake of his health.

• But boy does that change when he meets you-

• Has about 6.7 inches (about 17 cm) and not too girthy, just enough to make you adjust for a few minutes ♡

• When he realizes it's love that he feels for you (obsessive as that love may be), he cannot help but imagine you the next time he finds himself with a hard-on.

• it was the first time he came that hard and it for sure wouldn't be the last-

• One day he overheard a customer talk about how the guy they were with didn't have any experience and couldn't even get her to cum. After that, he has a minor freak-out and closes the bar early to rush up to his home.

• Next thing you know he grabs an old notebook he never used and starts what he calls "research" due to that he can't imagine his first time being with anyone but you ♡

• His "research" consists of random threads on reddit and 4chan of people more expressed than him. He may have even created a whole new account just so he could write a thread and ask for tips without the risk of you ever finding out.

• He may have also called his more experienced brother for a "hypothetical question" about a "loud customer" (since honestly, he doesn't have many friends)

• But even then with all his research, he may have had a nosebleed when he first saw you naked-

• Of course that led to things becoming less awkward since you and Daisuke were both nervous

• After your first time with him, he understands why some people become addicted to sex.

• The face you made when you came had his heart nearly stop. And the way your bare body felt against his had chills run down his spine-

• After that night and a week passed, he asked if you would let him eat you out-

• It's one of the first times Daisuke had ever wanted something other than you so bad ♡

• He's honestly the type to get pussy drunk as he gets more addicted to how you feel around him

• He's a simple man but he swears that eating you out is the best desert after a tough day.

• He always brushes his teeth if he smokes beforehand cause he doesn't want you to have to deal with the smell or taste.

• He's a switch but has a small streak of forcing you down and overstimulating you-

• Daisuke isn't that into hurting you or toys, but he does have an interest in shibari so expect him to have the softest rope he can find for a special night ♡

• And Daisuke has a couple of moles on his body, if you kiss them he'll grow super embarrassed

• If you're on top? Teasing him and not letting him cum? He will cry and as fat drops of tears roll down his cheeks he'll beg for you to let him cum in your pussy ♡

• In the beginning he couldn't always tell when you came, so he now has a habit of overstimulating you before he cums despite knowing the signs now. He can't help it though, you just look so cute overstimulated-

• Also cries a bit when you suck him off for the first time ♡

• Daisuke loves seeing all the marks he left on your skin. He has the urge to leave bite marks as well just cause it looks so pretty on you

• Daisuke has enough Stamina for about 2 rounds, but if it's a day off? He can go for maybe 4 rounds cause he has more energy on his day off

• As for his favorite position? Mating press. Something about being that close to you while he has your legs pinned and he slams his hips into yours feels so good

• He's not that loud though, sometimes it almost feels like he's not breathing but really he's just focusing on the sounds you make-

• Daisuke does praise you a lot, finding that he can't help himself when you look so good on his cock ♡

•He's also very good with aftercare! And wipes you down if you don't feel like getting up. But since he has a habit of taking photos without you knowing he may have a collection of lewd photos he took when you fell asleep.

• On top of those lewd photos, he one time may have taken a secret sex tape that he uses on days when you aren't with him and he finds himself getting hard at the thought of you.

• As for Children? Daisuke respects your opinion on it. He wouldn't mess around with BC or condoms. But if one day you let him creampie you? He might never want to go back-

• And as mentioned he has a thing for shibari. Something about having you unable to move has him feeling like a pervert.

• Of course if you beg Daisuke to let you out of the rope he would! But sometimes he hesitates when he sees you tear up and wiggle around in rope on the edge of cumming

And of course, if you were to ever find out about the dark things he does, he has soft silk rope waiting for you in a drawer ♡

#soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere male #tw praise kink #tw: yandere #shibari #.daisuke_kawahara_♡

[msmischief101]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: slice of life, alpha!Theo, future fic ♞Words: 1754

ao3

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The blaring of an alarm startles him awake. His hand grasps at nothing, and he topples to the right. A noise rivalling the sound of the alarm escapes him. His stomach drops like a stone as the ground comes to meet his face at lightning speed – and then it stops moving, or rather, he does when the arm around his waist tightens and pulls him back on the couch.

Fuck.

It’s too early for his heart to pound as hard as it does right now. Holy shit.

The alarm stops, and Stiles sucks in a breath, craning his neck to check outside. It’s still dark. Why the hell did he wake up to an alarm? It’s fucking Sunday.

Wait.

He squints. “What time is it?”

Theo nuzzles the nape of his neck, scruff scratching the sensitive skin. “8 pm.”

Goosebumps spread across his skin. Stiles shudders at the sensation. He honestly wouldn’t mind if Theo kept doing that for the rest of the day, well, night.

Stiles groans. “I was supposed to call dad before work.” It’s a thing they started doing after everything they’ve narrowly survived in Beacon Hills, especially before the nightshifts, and after Stiles left for college. Knowing he’s spoken to his dad in case of a shift gone wrong makes him feel at ease.

“He called,” Theo whispers against his neck, “told me not to wake you up. Apparently, he’s got a full night of paperwork ahead of him.”

Frowning, he shuffles around until he can face Theo without craning his neck. They’re squished together on Stiles’ couch, almost nose to nose now, breathing each other’s air. Only nine months ago, Stiles was willing to throttle Theo on sight. Now, they’re spending almost every night together, and Theo is answering his calls, apparently. It snuck up on him, slow and steady, and sometimes, Stiles still waits for the other shoe to drop.

And then Theo brings Wedel chocolate and Delicje and his favorite butter and salt chips to their movie nights, he cuts out pork on during pack dinner night because Stiles allergic, watches Star Wars and comic adaptions without complaining, and listens to Stiles’ info-dumping on random topics with the patience of a thousand saints. He even makes sure he eats and drinks when he can’t bring himself to stop doing whatever he’s invested in at the moment.

He indulges him.

So much so, that his pack complains about Theo playing favorites.

Theo brushes hair out of Stiles’ forehead, small frown wrinkling the skin between his eyebrows. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He cups his cheek, brushing his thumb over Stiles’ mole.

The crush he has on the guy is already unhealthy enough, all this caring alpha act is going to drive Stiles up the wall. Theo wasn’t supposed to be a good alpha, he was supposed to be the lethal solution to all of his problems. That’s how their relationship of convenience started. Stiles was sick of allowing hunters and monsters to walk away, Theo was willing to dispose of all those problems.

Voila.

Then the feelings came.

And decided to stick around.

Stiles scowls, “you should’ve woken me up anyway.”

“You seemed like you needed sleep.” Theo curls his fingers around his chin and tips his head slightly back. “And you looked soft, like someone I'd ruin with a touch.” He brushes his mouth against Stiles’, more a whisper than a kiss, before pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth. Fucking give him a break. Seriously.

His fingers find Theo’s collar, and he tugs at it, holds him close. “That ship has already sailed, trust me.”

Theo growls, deep and low, a dark rumble in the evening of his apartment; it’s the hottest thing Stiles has ever heard. The grip on his hip turns vice-like as anger and frustration fill the air around them. It’s a warning, a saving grace, the only thing keeping Stiles’ sanity intact while every fiber of his body tells him to take what’s offered.

The is unstable, even more than Stiles himself.

He combs his fingers through Theo’s messy strands instead. “What’s wrong, buttercup?”

Theo curls his lips disapprovingly. Turns out, he’s not a fan of nicknames – even less when used mockingly. But he’s given up pointing that out long ago. So, he sighs instead, a sound only capable of being produced by someone who resigned himself to his fate. “I don’t want to go.”

Stiles runs his fingers up the nape of Theo’s neck. A low heat spreads from his chest to the rest of his body, almost as if his heart is slowly replacing his blood with molten lava. “What do you want instead?” Because, truth be told, as much as this started out as using Theo’s obsession against him, Stiles wouldn’t mind spending every night for the rest of his life just like this; limbs tangled, pressed together as close as possible, and their hearts beating in sync.  

“My teeth,” Theo whispers, brushing his closed mouth over sensitive skin, “in your neck.”

Fucking hell.

Stiles hooks his left leg around Theo’s and pulls him between his legs. “Sexually or violently?”

Another growl fills the silence around them before Theo nips Stiles’ jaw. “You really have to ask?”

Hands wander under Stiles’ shirt, and he shudders, pulling his shoulders up as goosebumps spread all over his body. The power this man has over his body should not be allowed — it wasn’t even planned. But Theo just showed up and turned Stiles’ whole world upside down, and when it comes to the chimera, Stiles is a weak, weak man.

He leans up, brushing their noses together, and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Then stay?”

Theo lets out a breath. “I can’t.”

Stiles tries his hardest to keep his disappointment buried. “The duties of an alpha.”

Sighing, Theo sits up. “It’s more about keeping Donovan out of prison.”

“If you ask me—“

“I’m not asking.” Theo grabs Stiles by his shirt and pulls him back onto his lap. It is fascinating that, out of all the issues that could have possibly arrived between them, Donovan is the only one that constantly causes an argument.

Stiles huffs but as he tries to get up, Theo pulls him back down, a hand tightly around his neck. “He tried to eat my legs. Sorry, for still holding a grudge.”

Theo chuckles, dark and strangely enticing. “You’re not sorry.”

“Just saying,” Stiles mutters and scrunches up his face, “I’m not getting him out of prison.” If he’s entirely honest, he’s just waiting for the moment Donovan fucks up royally, and Theo admits that he’s more trouble than he’s worth. Donovan is constantly two seconds away from doing something stupid. All Theo needs to do is let him take the fall for once. Stiles’ dad can’t wait to put him behind bars again either.

This time for good.

“Hence why I need to be there.” His smirk doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but Theo tugs him closer by the nape of his neck regardless, curling his free arm around Stiles’ waist to pull him as close as possible once more. “You could join me,” he whispers pressing short little kisses from the left corner of Stiles’ mouth to his right. It such an intimate gesture, like they’ve known each other for years already, like they’ve known each other all along, and they haven’t just started fucking two months ago.

It would be their first outing as whatever they are, but that’s not the reason Stiles is more than willing to decline that offer. He’s not exactly in the mood to be around people today – aside from Theo, that is. Besides, “so, I’m one stupid comment away from getting my face rearranged?” They both know Stiles wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut, and Donovan wouldn’t be able to control himself – not even for Theo.

Theo narrows his eyes. His grip tightens to a point bordering on pain. “He’d be dead before he touches you.”

“Then maybe I should join you.” Stiles quirks a brow and puts a finger under Theo’s chin, raising his head – fully unimpressed by the red eyes glaring back at him. While it is more than unlikely that Theo will be voted “most-caring alpha” anytime soon, he’s not the biggest fan of jokes about weakening his pack; killing Donovan, unfortunately, means exactly that.

Instead of arguing, Theo huffs out a breath.

“Fine.” Stiles moves off Theo’s lap and flops onto the couch next to him. “Then maybe consider getting him laid. It would do him some good to get rid of all that pent-up up rage.”

Theo narrows his eyes. “I hope you’re not offering.”

“I’d rather make out with a dung beetle than let this guy get anywhere near me, thank you very much.” Stiles gets to his feet, stretching languidly.

Chuckling, Theo wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist and runs his lips along the side of his neck.

A shudder runs down Stiles’ spine. He hates Theo has to leave, and he hates that he hates it so much. If he had any energy left, he’d probably drag himself into the club and play nice just to make sure Tracy isn’t trying to climb Theo like a tree again.

Under normal circumstances, he lives to disappoint, and watching Tracy’s face fall whenever he strolls onto the scene is a special kind of pleasure.

But work has been torturous for the past few weeks. He’s drowning in overtime and doesn’t have any percent left in his social battery. He’d only end up moody and grumpy and be pissed at Theo for agreeing to come along, ruining a perfectly good weekend filled with sex, cuddles and good food.

Not necessarily in that order.

“I’ll come back later,” Theo whispers against his skin. “Just going to get Donovan through the night then I’ll be yours for the weekend.”

Stiles smiles, trying to ignore his heart dancing in excitement. “Sounds promising.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Theo whispers.

“I’m expecting nothing less.” Stiles closes his eyes, enjoying the last moments before Theo leaves to hang out with his pack. Turns out, he’s gotten embarrassingly attached already. “Make it quick.” Stiles doesn’t like how needy he sounds.

Theo laughs. “I haven’t left and you’re already missing me?”

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

Theo lips curve against the nape of his neck.

Stiles’ heart skips a bit. Yeah, he’s never going to live that down.

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #teen wolf #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:steo

[evanesdust]

Then There Was You written with @novkat21 for the tropevember event on Twitter 

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Laura Hale Additional Tags: Deaf Derek Hale, Barista Stiles Stilinski, Meet-cute,  Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Cora Hale (mentioned) - Freeform, Werewolf Derek, American Sign Language, tropevember 2022 

Summary: 'So, could I get you something?' Stiles signs as he speaks, his movements stiff and self-conscious. It's obvious he hasn't done this in a while. 'Did you wanna make out?'

Derek's brows shoot up in surprise, heat rising in his cheeks. That couldn't have been right. 'I'm sorry. I think I misunderstood. Could you repeat that?' Stiles tries again, and this time there's no mistaking it as he crosses his wrists and bobs his hands up and down as if they were two people making out. But it's a good thing that Derek can read lips because he's clearly saying, "Would you like a coffee?"

Derek walks into Pop's Coffee with Laura and Cora in tow, the scent of coffee a warm welcome. It seems brighter in here than outside and a lot quieter. Though the latter is probably due to the lack of customers in the lobby.

He doesn't blame anyone for not wanting to be out today. It's a downpour outside, and people just want to get home where it's safe and warm. Like he did, but Laura and Cora insisted on stopping for coffee first.

The coffee shop is small. Booths line the front of it, with a few tables and chairs on the left side. There's a display case to the right of the counter filled with delicious-looking pastries that have his mouth watering. The other side of the counter has shelves on the front lined with different bags of coffee beans and cocoa mixes.

But what really catches Derek's eye is the young man behind the counter, smiling at something his coworker said. Moles dot his pale skin, and his amber eyes light up as he smiles, showing off the cutest dimples. He's got his work hat on, the name of the shop in white text on the front, and a navy blue long-sleeve shirt under the apron.

He's probably the most beautiful man that Derek's ever seen.

Right as the barista turns to look at him, there's a light tap on his arm.

Laura gives him a knowing smirk before signing, 'Why don't you go up and order this time?'

'Me?' Derek asks, brows furrowed.

Laura smiles and nods, but Derek frowns. After ten years, he still gets anxious whenever he needs to speak with people.

His hands fly as he explains, 'You know I hate trying to talk to people because then they assume I can hear them. Makes the rest of the conversation awkward when I tell them I'm deaf and they ask how I'm able to talk to them. I lost my hearing, not my ability to speak.'

'I know.' She places a hand on his arm. 'But you clearly find that guy cute. Go on. Cora and I will get a table.' He glares when she pushes him toward the counter, signing, 'Latte for me and hot chocolate for Cora, please!'

He sighs heavily. He could insist that Laura go up—she's not cruel enough to force him if he really doesn't want to—but then he glances at the barista. He's cute, and Derek wonders what he smells like. It's too hard to tell from this distance with all the different scents lingering in the air. So, he walks over, waving slightly as he tries not to scowl.

Resting bitch face probably isn't the best way to impress a cute guy.

The barista—Stiles, as his name tag states—smiles. It's big, bright, and beautiful. A truly genuine smile as he waves back.

Derek's not used to it. People don't usually smile at him like that. The most they'll do is twitch their lips or just nod because he scowls too much. Or, it's fake. It's a sly grin, one laced with intent because of how he looks. He's not cocky or conceited, but Derek knows he's attractive, and he works hard to maintain his physique. But the way some people look at him makes him feel…gross.

Not Stiles, though. And his scent—a sweet lemon mixed with lavender—only reveals genuine curiosity.

Derek pulls out his phone and starts to type out the order, but movement catches his eye.

'Don't worry about that!' Stiles signs, albeit a tad slowly. 'I know some sign language.'

Derek raises an impressed brow. It's not every day he comes across someone who knows sign language. 'Where did you learn?' he asks as he pockets his phone.

Stiles runs a hand through his hair as he takes a deep breath before he signs, 'High school.'

Derek nods. 'You know a lot.'

Stiles shrugs. 'Just enough. But thank you.'

There's an awkward pause while Derek figures out what to say. He's never been the greatest conversationalist, especially when meeting new people. And there's something about Stiles that makes him metaphorically tongue-tied.

'So, could I get you something?' Stiles signs as he speaks, his movements stiff and self-conscious. It's obvious he hasn't done this in a while. 'Did you wanna make out?'

Derek's brows shoot up in surprise, heat rising in his cheeks. That couldn't have been right. 'I'm sorry. I think I misunderstood. Could you repeat that?'

Stiles tries again, and this time there's no mistaking it as he crosses his wrists and bobs his hands up and down as if they were two people making out. But it's a good thing that Derek can read lips because he's clearly saying, "Would you like a coffee?"

Ah. Now Derek sees what the issue is. He chuckles, barely managing to suppress a grin as he signs, 'Well, usually I prefer going on a date before making out.'

"What?" Stiles tilts his head in adorable confusion.

'May I?' Derek reaches across the counter and, after Stiles nods his permission, adjusts Stiles's hands, placing one fist over the other. Then he signs, 'Coffee,' keeping his bottom hand still as he turns his other hand like a crank, similar to an old coffee grinder.

Stiles repeats the motion without Derek's help. 'Coffee?'

Derek chuckles again. 'Yeah.'

'So what did I sign before?'

'You asked if I wanted to—' Derek clears his throat, not used to using his voice. "Make out."

A flush rises in Stiles's cheeks, and he lets out a nervous huff of breath.

'It's alright,' Derek tells him. 'An honest mistake.'

"The signs are similar," they say at the same time, making them laugh.

"One time, I accidentally signed, 'fuck you,' to my instructor when I meant to say, 'thank you.' Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed."

"I bet," Stiles says after he laughs, still signing.

Warmth blooms in Derek's chest at his thoughtfulness. Besides his family, no one has taken the time to speak with him this way. Once someone knows he can speak, they don't want to deal with the hassle of waiting for Derek to write or type whatever he needs. And if they do, it's accompanied by eye rolls or impatient sighs.

"If you two are done…" Stiles's coworker, a pretty blonde with cherry-red lips, places three venti cups on the counter between them, along with a chocolate croissant and two blueberry scones. "That'll be $24.32."

Stiles sharply turns his head to his coworker, causing Derek to miss whatever he says.

"What?" Erica, according to her nametag, picks at her nails, smirking at Stiles. "You were taking forever and his sisters are tired of waiting."

Derek raises a brow as he stares at the order. One of those cups is definitely his caramel macchiato. 'How did you—'

She taps her ear, and her eyes flash beta gold as she glances over to where his sisters are sitting.

Ah. A Werewolf.

Derek should have noticed, but he'd been so focused on Stiles. It was like the world had faded away, and they were the only two people in the room.

He smiles at her with a light blush as he mumbles a quiet, "Thank you," before paying and grabbing the carrier tray off the counter. He takes one last glance at Stiles. "It was nice to meet you."

Stiles beams as he signs, 'You too!'

Derek joins his sisters a moment later and sets the tray down, ignoring their twin smirks until Laura kicks him.

'You're welcome,' she signs.

Derek rolls his eyes and picks up his drink. However, he notices something black scrawled on one side. It's Stiles's name and phone number. He can't help but grin as he looks over to the baristas. They're in a heated conversation before Erica nudges Stiles, nodding her head in Derek's direction.

Stiles meets his gaze with a nervous smile. 'Sorry, I didn't ask her to do that…'

Derek smiles back, pulls his phone out, and shoots Stiles a text. It's okay. Now you have my number, too. Text me sometime?

He glances back to see Stiles checking his phone. His face lights up with a bright smile as he nods and signs, 'I will!'

As much as Derek hadn't wanted to get coffee today, he's glad he did. Otherwise, he wouldn't have met such an amazing guy or experienced the start of something great.

#sterek #holy shit i wrote something

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Ch 41: Couldn't Care Less About Pain

Meeting for the first time, twice.

Is it just me, or does this Andy kind of remind you of Frankenstein's monster? The expressions and the bandages remind me of when the monster was first on the run after he escaped from Victor's lab. Also, the name "Victor" hmmm... Is whoever "created" Andy in UU a literary Victor Frankenstein parallel? Is Victor a kind of Victor Frankenstein? Is Andy a kind of monster?

Anyway, they are in Longing! But he doesn't answer regarding the year. It's interesting that he can already speak Japanese.

If this part of Andy's past is just after the Civil War, then the US hasn't been in official contact with Japan for very long. How did he learn Japanese?

Maybe it's that only Victor's memories are locked in the memory card, but not his skills. If Victor could speak Japanese, then Andy can, too. Obviously, Andy could still speak English after Victor was suppressed, so there are some things that were passed along.

Oh, Josh doesn't want this new chick moving in on her captain! (Captain of what, exactly?)

None of them trust Fuuko from the start, so she thinks of the best way to prove she's not a threat. It's a similar situation to when she earned the trust of the kids in Longing; winning people over is something Fuuko's going to be doing a lot in this story.

Fuuko proved she knew Andy by identifying his tattoos and scar, just like Juiz did when she pointed out his mole! Poor Andy having people come up and tell him about parts of his body that he hasn't (knowingly) showed them!

But also--- damn, Andy has a lot of ladies after him! Everywhere he goes! Gina, zombie preschool teacher, Fuuko, Josh...

The rescued children all return to their parents, and the group accepts a meal as payment. The woman at the bar has an apron that appears to say "Sunflower Saloon." They just can't stop naming things after sunflowers in this town, I guess. It's almost like Longing longs to be a certain way.

It's like a setting that the author reuses just because they like it so much. They even included a similar premise with the kids needing to be rescued. In some ways, Longing functions in the meta in the same way it functions in the story: as a movie set.

Shen told us in Ch 11:

Yes, except the THEY in this sentence is the Author/God! They reuse this setting for all things Western. I'll bet we see Longing a few more times before the series ends.

Alexa, please add "Quantum Leap/amnesia traveler" to the list of genres.

Andy's crew still doesn't trust Fuuko, and it gets even weirder when she said she knows him from his rampant nudity.

Andy gives Fuuko the initiation test, and now she's looking as reckless as Anno Un! She was so sure that her Andy wouldn't have put real bullets in the gun. Again, she knew him almost better than he knew himself!

And that's how Fuuko joined Cap'n Andy's Wild West Adventure Crew! And then, almost immediately, he loses everyone except her.

I'm not even sure present-day Andy has ever made a face like this. It's so distant and cold.

What a disappointment that the saloon lady sold them out! I get that she was trying to protect the kids from more harm, but these are people who literally just protected the kids! What the hell, lady?!

OTOH, I think the narrative reason for having her sell them out is to prove to the readers that the bad guys shooting up the place wasn't any kind of effect from Fuuko's Unluck, from when Captain Andy caught her or when Josh touched Fuuko's hair, or any other theory. It was pre-planned before Fuuko even came into the scene. It would've happened anyway, because it's part of Andy's past.

"It makes more sense to get in close." That's a line spoken by someone who has killed before and expects to kill again. And if Captain Andy were a villain, that'd be a pretty chilling thing to have him say! It's so detached from emotion.

But Fuuko knows his heart, and she knows how much each loss hurts him (even Red, who we hardly met...)

Compare this reaction to what he said about his war buddies in Russia and his tone when he told Fuuko they were all dead:

He said they'd back them up when they need it! And he was looking forward to the restaurant (he was probably gonna introduce Fuuko to them!) And then he just says they're dead, just like that. And when she asks "what now?" he assumes she's talking about dinner bc he's not thinking about his dead friends OR dinner right now. He's pushed down grief for so long just to keep fighting! T.T He's a lot like Juiz.

Masterpost

#overreading undead unluck #undead unluck #undead unluck spoilers

[hollywoodsargeant]

hi dear President of the Logan Sargeant Worship Club. what are your favorite Logan selfies??? do let us know and do add commentary please... thank you

did not realize there was a logan sargeant worship club but happy to hear i am apparently the president. as always. thank you for entertaining my nonsense... i can definitely provide my favorite logan selfies with bonus commentary. my true purpose on this site

and you have fr come to the right person i have a separate folder in my camera roll for logan's selfies. separate as in separate from my main folder of logan pictures which is at... a cool 3.3k photos. still more than a third of my entire camera roll this guy

anyways here are The Selfies

call it recency bias call it being weak for logan on a boat call it whatever you want i like this one. wearing my favorite sunglasses and everything... the big white t-shirt... the scurff... all the moles on his neck... maybe i'm just obsessed with him. callum is also there hi callum

i legally cannot make a post about my favorite logan selfies without including this one. this was my lock screen for SO LONG. it does make a good lock screen fyi like bc he's all down at the bottom of the screen he doesn't get covered up at all... besides the point. surely you know how i feel about the Logan In New York Era (see my icon) but i love this picture. really good outfit imo bring it back

while i'm on new york here's this. the peace sign makes another appearance... as does. his affinity for horrible angles. he posted this one while i was in a bar for a show and i had a moment about it anyway (my friend laughed at me) then i threw myself headfirst into the mosh pit. good times take me back

whatever this black cap is he wears it a lot. backwards exclusively. it'll come back later. ANYWAYS. really good stuff spectacular work et cetera the gym will Also come back. first one is peak horrible selfie angle say hello to his eyelashes don't get to see those very much. i long to bite his neck

more logan and his buddies... more peace sign... more awkward little selfie smile. you will notice there is not a single smile with full teeth to be seen here. POINT IS I LIKE THESE ONES. the shirt he's wearing in the second one isn't he wearing that in some of the recent pics from ibiza... logan can you show me the inside of your closet. are there only three things in it (are you one of them) sorry

this is peak Tool Logan aka gym mirror pic. black backwards cap. Arm. I SHOULD'VE PUT THIS ONE IN THE ARMS POST... damn. well it's here now i like this selfie in spite of it's tool-ness and i want to eat him and and and

moving on.

black and white gym selfies specifically? he has some other black and white selfies that i did Not include because no. he seems partial to the b&w filter (esp recently) also shoutout benny. AND THE FUCKING PEACE SIGN AGAIN

speaking of benny. and peace signs. good shit. logan is so cute... emphasis on the second one bc he's wearing a mask but you can still tell he's smiling from his eyes... i love him so much. thank god he still did his hair to get on that plane. actually his hair is also done in every gym pic isn't it. What Is Your Problem Dude

his hair looks particularly Done in the home gp one. oh miami... my favorite sunglasses too... i love him so bad. it's so over

MORE PLANE. he's so cute. guy in hoodie guy in hoodie... and again with the hair. Alright. can't believe this guy ever buzzed his hair off considering how obsessed w it he is i remain to be convinced he lost a bet and had to do that

so not the point he's cute and i love this selfie and i want to kiss his face

all the same. he's so cute in this one too. and i like how his eyes look here... my baby my baby et cetera et cetera. why are you not looking at the camera what are you looking at why are your selfie angles so terrible YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE SO CUTE

backwards black cap. peace sign. bad angle. checking all the boxes in this one buddy... once again not looking at the camera but i still think he is perfect. every single time he posts a selfie it takes years off my life bc i am so horrendously down bad for him... draws a big red circle around his vaguely fucked up ear i love him so much

WOULD NOT BE A SELFIE COMPILATION WITHOUT THE TONGUE OUT IN THE GYM. still dying to know what the hell the motication was for this one. and a high angle for once? but like. put your tongue back in your mouth. slut

and these r included also for kicks. first one i mostly think he looks like an idiot and the other one is 90% dog. nice hand though (apologies i am not a dog person)

#ask #thank you all for entertaining my need to share logan pictures with commentary #truly the greatest use of my time #logan sargeant #i love all of his selfies very much and he should post more of them #show me ur pretty face logan

[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Reader x Thor

Chapter 9

Warnings: swearing, angst, injury

Y/N woke up to a beeping sound and felt someone holding her right hand. She opened her eyes but couldn't see for a minute until they adjusted to the bright light. She looked to see who was holding her hand.

"Mama? You're awake!" She rasped out.

Her mother smiled but had a sad look in her eyes "and now you are too" she squeezed her hand then brought a cup of water with a straw up to her "Take a drink, you've been out for a couple of days."

Y/N tried to sit up but her whole left side felt like it was on fire, she huffed in frustration and waited while her mom adjusted the bed.

"Please tell me Natasha is taken care of. And Thor is ok"

Her mother nodded "Yes, she's dead and he's fine. Most of your people are fine. James too, in case you were wondering."

She made a face "I don't know if I care about him. He chose her." She felt a tear "and Clint, Clint was the mole. He betrayed our family for a piece of ass. He said Dreykov was going to put him in charge of our family." She tried to look around "Mama, my arm hurts and I can't move it. What happened?"

Her mother looked at her with tears in her eyes "You were shot baby. In your left shoulder. The doctors did everything they could but-" she choked back a sob "Honey they couldn't save your arm."

Y/N shook her head "That can't be right, it hurts so much." She reached with her right hand only to find the stub at her shoulder. She looked back at her mother with wide eyes "Mama my arm. How will I ride now?" And burst into tears, her dream truly was gone. She cried onto her mother's shoulder for what seemed like forever. Her mother just rubbed her back and whispered soothing words.

Y/N pulled away from her mother when she heard someone come into the room. Her mother moved out of the way as Dr's Banner and Strange looked at her.

Banner looked at her kindly "How are you feeling kiddo? You've been out for a couple of days, had us worried."

She looked at him irritated "I really don't know, Bruce, considering I just learned my lifelong dream is gone. I guess I'm just a mob boss now. Something I never expected to be until after I had my gold medals."

Stephen tried to console her "I know it's terrible but your life doesn't have to be over. Once you're fully healed we can look into prosthetics. Your godfathers company has done some incredible work on that front so I'm sure he can-"

She snapped at him "Don't try to bury me with your optimistic bullshit. How would you feel Stephen if you lost the use of one or both of your hands? All I ever wanted was to ride horses but this mob shit keeps fucking with my life" she yelled and threw the food tray across the room "GET OUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!!!"

Y/N sat there breathing heavily and crying "I can't do this mama. I just can't. Please leave me alone."

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At the Barnes townhouse Steve knocked on Bucky's bedroom door "Hey, Buck?" And heard a groan "She's awake so you might want to take a shower and sober up. We're going over to see her after lunch."

Bucky groaned again, he had come home from the hospital with a few bumps and bruises then dove into a bottle of scotch until he couldn't feel anything anymore.

Steve opened the door and made a face "Damn dude, take a shower. This whole room smells like a bar."

Bucky flipped him off "She's not gonna want to see me after everything. You guys go on without me."

Steve frowned "You need to get your nasty ass up before I call Sam to help me."

"Fine. I'm up now fuck off." He dragged himself to the shower and sat under the hot water berating himself for the many ways he screwed everything up. 4 years with Nat and it was all a lie. He scrubbed himself until his skin was red, trying to get rid of her touch but he couldn't. He desperately wanted to see Y/N, to apologize and beg her forgiveness even though he didn't feel like he deserved it.

When he saw her thrown back and the blood on her chest, after Clint shot her, he felt like his chest caved in. If only he had listened to her.

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At the hospital, Y/N was being a difficult patient yelling at everyone except her mother and throwing whatever she could reach. Her mother finally had enough and called him.

Thor arrived at the hospital 30 minutes later, hair still dripping from his shower. He could hear her yelling from down the hall and grinned that she still had her fire. He knocked on the door frame "Hey there, little one" and went in to hug her.

The hug was desperate, clawing, wanting to be closer but unable to. She sobbed into his chest as he soothed her. "Alright little one, I'm here, you're alright."

She pushed him away angrily "No, nothing's alright. Everything is fucked. How can I ride or compete like this? It's over. I might as well marry some boss and start popping out kids while he stays out late to fuck his mistress. My life is over."

He pulled her back and stroked her hair "No little one, it's not over. You'll have to make some changes and adjustments but you can do it. Remember Sonora Webster? She kept diving horses after losing her sight and she didn't have a godfather with a tech company that happens to make prosthetics. You'll be brilliant little one."

She calmed some "How can a prosthetic be as sensitive as the real thing?"

A voice from the hallway "Are you questioning the quality of my work, kiddo?" Tony and Pepper walked in with a huge bouquet of multicolor roses and set them on a shelf across from the bed "If you work with me we can make something that will almost be indistinguishable from your right arm. Have a little faith."

Y/N looked at them and tried to smile. "Hey Tony, Pepper"

Pepper gave her a small smile and gentle hug. Tony on the other hand was, well, Tony. "I've already been working on your new arm. The Wakandans were happy to give me the vibranium to make it and Princess Shuri has been brainstorming with me.

We should have it ready by the time you are healed enough." He grinned proudly

Her smile was a little more sincere "Thanks Tony. I don't know what I'm going to do but I guess that's a start."

"Consider your dreams delayed. You need time to help me perfect the arm and hopefully Destry will stoop balking at water features" he quipped

A small chuckle snuck out and she covered her mouth with her right hand. Tony grinned "That's my girl. I know it's all a mess but you have us. We'll help you through."

Thor sat quietly holding her hand as she spoke with Pepper and Tony. When they both gave her kisses and left he was still there.

He squeezed her hand "See little one, it's not all so dire. It might not be easy but you have support and will be ok."

She looked at him, really looked for the first time since he came to visit. "Thor. What's going on?"

Thor blushed and rubbed his neck "What do you mean?"

She scowled "Don't play that game with me. There is something....."

He sighed "I planned to wait until you were better but you're too perceptive. I met someone."

Her heart stopped and she tried to smile for him "That's amazing Thor. I'm so happy for you."

"You know I love you little one and I always will. Jane is just, incredible."

"She's a lucky lady." She said sadly

Thor gently grabbed her chin and pulled her to face him "This doesn't change anything between us. I'm still your friend, trainer and whatever else you need me to be."

She looked surprised "Does she know about me?"

"Of course, you know I'm not one for keeping secrets. We are not committed at this time." He tried to reassure her.

Y/N smiled at her friend "I'm happy for you, Thor. Truly. I am getting very tired though." She stopped as an orderly came in and set her lunch on the tray. They chatted about nothing as she picked at her food. She would miss the physical aspect of her relationship with Thor and hoped he would still have time with her outside of training but she really was happy for him.

@bigphattygyal @lokiandbuckysdoll @kimomoraba @avery199 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @esposadomd

And resigning herself to being the old mobster lady with all the horses, there were worse possibilities. At least she never married Zemo.

Chapter 10

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #mob!au #reader x thor #mob!bucky #arranged marriage #angst #angst with a happy ending

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Summary: Telekinetic powers can be beneficial sometimes. Other times? Yeah, not so much. After a mission gone wrong, it might be that her gifts are godsent. Adrian, however, knows she is godsent, especially with boobs like that.

Tags: Telekinesis, Eventual Smut, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Temporary Blindness, Fluff, Bathing/Washing, Injury

Music Recommendation: Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Growing up with powers is always portrayed the same way: when the child gets to puberty, they go berserk. Look at Carrie. Any number of the X-Men. And Y/N. Y/N went berserk. At the age of 12, she wiped out her entire football team by accident. The soccer ball hit her in the head and the next thing she knew was that all of her teammates were on the ground with their heads exploded. She could remember the smell like it was yesterday.

All of the remnants of their brains splattered against the pitch, looking like a disgusting grey matter version of a Jackson Pollock. Teenage Y/N hesitantly stepped closer to the nearest body and tried to make out who it was. She had no idea.

Waller had found out and immediately sent operatives to capture the young girl. She was taken to a secure location, where she was placed in a cell and would stay there until they figured out how to lessen her power, and her spirit.

It seemed that she'd only listen to one of the newer agents named Rick Flag. That was clear from the get go. He'd joined in her 5th year of being held captive and he'd always enter her room with his hands by his head, showing he meant no harm, and bring her sweets.

Once a month, he would bring her one of those teen fashion magazines so she'd be occupied for a while. That was her favourite day. She'd read everything in the magazine from top to bottom over and over again.

"Did you know that Gaga's meat dress was actually a stand against the United States military's then-active don't-ask-don't-tell policy?" She asked Rick when he entered her room, not even bothering to look up. They rarely ever sent anybody else.

"Gaga? What in the goddamned hell is that?" He replied. She burst into laughter. She was the one who was confined to this small prison and still knew who Gaga was.

"Come on, Ricky, her new song Poker Face? You've got to know. I hear it's a good one. Obviously, I haven't actually heard it, but a girl can imagine."

For the first time in the ten years she'd been held here, there was some good news. Waller's team had finally figured out how to lessen Y/N's powers. By using the help of some fancy shmancy electronic pulses that could easily be omitted by a bracelet, she could finally leave.

Not leave Waller's grasp, god no. The teen was too much of an asset to let go. And Waller never let the girl go. Her clutch was tight for years. That's why Y/N was placed on the 11th Street Kids. The team with her boss's daughter and the guy who had killed her only friend.

Thanks to the bracelet, which was implanted into her wrist - a fact that neither Y/N nor Flag was told at the time - her head popping abilities were nowhere to be found. She still had enough power to levitate small things and occasionally break weak things in two, but it was nowhere near as bad as it used to be.

Meeting Peacemaker for the first time was hard. She tried to be as polite as possible since she knew the kind of manipulation Waller was capable of. Fuck, she'd seen it first hand. So, a part of her knew it wasn't entirely his fault. All was going well until he held out his hand for her to shake. No. Just no. She couldn't and pushed past him, slumping against the wall on the outside of HQ. Great. Now she'd acted like a brat in front of her new colleagues, fuck, hope none of them tell Waller.

"Hey, don't want to gross you out or anything, but I saw a dead rat exactly where you're sitting two days ago."

She turned to look at whoever spoke to her. A guy. Couple of years older. Maybe two. Maybe three. Serial killer glasses. Mole. Mischievous glint in his eye. Cute. Very cute. The kind of boy she'd see in the 'awkward crush' section of her magazines.

Looking down at the area under her in disgust, she checked for any dead rats. There didn't seem to be any. Still, rat guts or teen girl brains, she knew which was worse.

Without waiting for her to respond, he took a seat next to her, smiling inanely. Y/N held her breath as he leaned in, speaking softly, "Why are you sitting on the ground?"

"That's a good question." She wiped her hands down her face, before adding, "I don't know. Well, I do. But I don-"

"You either do or you don't, it's one or the other."

The way he said it came from confusion rather than any sort of malice, so she surveyed him. He didn't seem untrustworthy or unusually skittish, so she admitted, "I do know. A guy I have to work with did a shitty thing to my friend, and now I have to be all polite and shit, have to act like I don't want to put a bullet through his brain everytime he cracks a dumb joke."

Shitty colleagues? Adrian knew about that. That's why he was so ready to work with Peacemaker, since Chris is cool and a totally awesome guy to work with. Sure, he says some problematic shit frequently, and is mean a lot of the time, and always acts like he doesn't want Adrian around. But, he's great to work with, right?

Time for some advice. "Do what I do." He paused for effect. "I play Tetris in my head whenever someone says something I don't like."

Y/N let out a chuckle at the strange man. Maybe she would take his advice. "I don't think I've ever heard that before, but it's a good one."

"Yeah, I'm a real genius sometimes." He stood up, offering his hand to her, which she took and allowed him to help her up. "I'm Adrian, by the way."

"Y/N."

He still hadn't let go of her hand when John came out of the door and sighed, "Oh, there you are. Vee, leave the girl alone, would you? Newbie here is just trying to clear her head, give her some space."

"Economos, it's fine," she clarified. John gave her a quick once over, before nodding and retreating back inside. She turned to Adrian and pointed out, "So, you're Vigilante?"

"What? No. Me? Vigila- No! No way." She crossed her arms and gave him a smug smile, causing him to give up. "Yeah. I am."

"I didn't expect you to look so.. well, like that." Y/N looked back down at her arms, running her hands along the length of her forearms before relaxing her grip and dropping her arms to her sides. "So cute."

Vigilante is cute? He laughed, loud and genuine. "I'm not cute."

She raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say, Vee."

Unsurprisingly, Adrian found Y/N's powers fascinating. It wasn't uncommon for him to stand in front of her and ask for her to 'use the force' to shoot trinkets and small objects into the palm of his hand. His face was one of awe the whole time, and he spoke freely, asking questions about what she could and couldn't do, and how she could get more powerful. Every time, she'd answer with, "I don't want to get more powerful."

It was nice. She had a habit of using her telekinesis whenever he accidentally dropped anything, catching it half way before it could reach the floor and presumably smash. And, he often took the brunt of interactions with Peacemaker for her, not that he minded, of course. Plus, the pair stood up for each other whenever the rest of the team decided it was time for ribbing and ill-natured insults.

"How can you be so fucking stupid!" Emilia yelled at Vigilante. Sure, he was supposed to wait for 'the signal', but they hadn't told him what the signal was. He was just supposed to know.

Filled with annoyance, Y/N argued back to her boss, "A bomb going off sure seems like that would be the signal."

Someone knew what he was thinking, that's great. Huge news. Vigilante threw up his arms and smugly retorted, "Thank you! That's why she's my favourite."

Y/N had to look away. She had to hide her blush before anyone else caught on.

"What about me dude? I thought I was your favourite?" Chris replied, a little hurt that his buddy had a new friend, which was a total hypocrite move.

"You were before you said you'd cut my balls off if I tried to dye Eagly pink again." He patted Chris on the shoulder, smiling, before replying, "EAGLY LOVES BEING PINK. I'm sure of it."

"Oh? You know my eagle better than I do?"

"That's not what I'm saying and you know it, motherfucker."

"Eagly is a warm blooded American man -"

"That doesn't mean he can't embrace his feminine side." Vigilante yelled back, reloading his gun. "I'm sensing a some serious internalised misogyny happening here-"

Harcourt was about to call the entire mission off. Her patience was on a thin fucking thread. "Will both of you shut up! This was supposed to be a covert mission."

Under her breath, Y/N muttered, "If it was so covert why the hell did you set off a bomb?"

"Ahem," Vigilante said, his tone indicating he was about to speak.

"No, no, no!" Harcourt yelled, holding up a hand to silence him. She turned back to the rest of the team. "As much as I hate saying this, we need to call it off. We need to get out of there and regroup. EAGLY-"

Eagly flew in and took out two of the guards that were on watch, pecking their eyes out and turning their heads into gooey, jelly-like messes. "Oh my God." Adebayo let out a little squeal. "That's disgusting."

"Okay, okay...let me think," Emilia began, trying to formulate a plan in her head. The longer they waited, the more likely it was that the Toyman would complete his device. There was no telling how long they'd have to sit around and wait for that to happen. "Vigilante and Peacemaker come up from behind -"

'I do always like to cum from behind," Peacemaker joked, leaning across to get a high five from Vigilante, who excitedly slapped their palms together.

Adebayo couldn't help but comment, "Gross, Chris."

"L/N and I will sneak through the side entrance. Adebayo get back to Economos and prepare to leave as soon as we're out."

John hadn't spoken in a while and wanted to tease, "Aw, look at you two, getting your little girl power moment."

"Economos, I won't hesitate to pop your head."

"Nice shot, Y/N. I know you can't do that anymore. It's in your file."

"I can still try."

Each pair went off in their respective directions, not before Vigilante lightly hit Y/N in the arm and assured her, "You've got this."

It was a nice moment. Adrian always did that before they parted. It was his own, special way of trying to ease her. He knew she had a tendency to get nervous before, during and after missions. So, letting her know that he knew she was going to absolutely kill it was his little tradition. And, she always loved it.

Y/N allowed herself a small smile. It had been a while since she'd felt like she was on top of her game. This was a good feeling. It was a good feeling, she could tell.

The next few minutes were filled with running around, sneaking past guards, trying to avoid being seen. It was easier said than done. Admittedly, it was a little easier for Y/N because she could use her powers to distract the guards. Or, if there was enough height and she had an item that was heavy enough, she'd fling it straight at the opponent's temple, knocking them out immediately. Eventually, they were able to get through the side door, and they managed to avoid any confrontation at all. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank fuck." Emilia totally jinxed it.

Peacemaker and Vigilante on the other hand, didn't have such a quiet time. They were loud and boisterous like usual and had shot down many, many guards. Y/N could tell they were enjoying themselves due to the excited grunts and yelps that she heard across the comms.

They were providing enough of a distraction for the girls to make it up to Toymaker's lab. Scattered all around were gross looking mashups of half doll/half metallic animatronic parts. There were a half dozen or so in the lab itself, but more were on the second floor in a series of child-sized bedrooms. This entire place was a fucking abomination. It was so, so wrong. Were there children here?

Y/N felt her heart drop in her chest and took a few steps back from the door, her gun at the ready. Harcourt, on the other hand, took a few steps forward, the barrel of her gun poking around the door's frame.

"Hello?" a young, high pitched voice called out from behind the doors. Y/N hesitated for a moment. Was it a trap? She didn't think so, but she couldn't be sure. That voice seemed a little too robotic for her liking.

Pulling Harcourt back, which was more difficult than it should've been - Jesus that woman is stubborn - Y/N slowly used her powers to open the door from a safe distance. That seemed to be the right move as the second it opened, a small puff of gas came out of the robot's mouth. Emilia instantly took aim and got the robot in the eye, powering it down with ease.

Slowly making their way up the stairs, the pair checked every single one of the bedrooms. All but two had robots tucked into a four poster bed. They disabled each one.

"Where's the last one?"

"What last one?" Y/N responded, then pieced it together. There were two beds missing robots. They knew where the one was. The other? Not a clue.

Before they could figure that out, a large man with a red bow tie and a pink and white candyman blazer stood in their path, holding what looked to be some sort of ray gun to their heads. "Please, I apologise for the wait. I must say, you're much more competent than the last pair of intruders I had here."

"Toymaker?"

Coming from below them, they heard a very loud, girly scream. And then, seconds later on comms, Chris reported, "One of those little girl robot's totally gassed Vigilante out and now he's staring off into space, drooling. I can tell because his mask is getting really wet around the mouth area."

Cool. Vigilante was in danger. Toymaker was, presumably, human so a simple shot between the eyes would suffice. So, that's exactly what Y/N did, without even waiting for him to spill his evil scheme, which caused Emilia to yell, "We were supposed to bring him in alive, dumbass. Does nobody fucking listen to me?"

Making it where they had heard the scream, Y/N and Emilia watched from the level above as Vigilante clutched the robot in his arms, slowly swaying from side to side, like a father with a child as Peacemaker tried to pry it from his grasp. More henchmen were incoming. "Drop the bitch, Vee!" Peacemaker swore at his buddy, checking around for the incoming enemies.

"I got this," Y/N said, using her power to grab the droid by the neck, harshly pulling it out of his hands and up into the air. "Shoot." Emila did just that and got it through the eye, as she had done with all of the others.

Still, even with the robot gone, Vigilante seemed out of it.

Through the comms, Economos warned, "You guys have got nine... no ten, ten more guys on the way. And that's just the first wave." Y/N could hear the stress in his voice. Clearly, he was having a hard time keeping track.

Y/N turned to Harcourt, who had her own gun at the ready, and nodded. The woman that was usually so calm and cool under pressure was trembling. They hurried down to the teammates and prepared to shoot some motherfuckers.

Just as some bad guys were about to enter, Y/N dragged Vigilante behind some cover so he was out of the line of fire. She checked him quickly for any notable injuries. None yet, so why was he acting so strangely? Was he drugged? What the hell was going on? "You stay down here, okay? I'll do the shooting today," she whispered to him.

"But-" he started to say, before suddenly his eyes began to droop like he was really, really tired. His eyes were heavy, so heavy, but he sloppily reached out his hand to try and touch her, letting out, "I can't see."

"Oh fuck. Uh, that's not good. Just stay, stay down here and don't move."

Bloody noses always happen when she uses more of her power than Waller wants her to. The electronic pulses were set to disrupt at a certain frequency and if it ever needed to operate at a higher level, it would cause her to gain a ringing in her ears and for her nose to bleed. It was punishment for using more than she should.

Clearly, forcing the child-sized robot out of a very strong grown man's hands was obviously a bit too much.

"Y/N? Y/N? Let me...let me, I -" Vigilante started to say, his words slurred. She shook her head and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"Stay down," she repeated, peering around the cover and shooting the first henchman she saw. He fell into the arm of one of his comrades, who quickly used the dead body as a bullet shield.

More and more henchmen fell. Chris, Emilia and Y/N had wiped out a lot, but it just seemed that they kept coming and coming. They were being overwhelmed.

"Fuck, I'm out of bullets!" Emilia let out, slumping behind the wall, out of the line of fire.

Chris still had a tomahawk and two knives, but since Vigilante had been incapable of fighting for a while, he still had some weapons. Y/N reached across and took one of Vigilante's guns, reloaded it, and slid it across the floor to Emilia. Then, she reached for one of his knives and threw it at one of their attackers, getting them in the throat.

Soon, all of the bullets were gone. They were truly fucked.

"How many are left?"

Y/N poked her head out to see and was rewarded with a shot to the side of the neck, the bullet making a gash in on her skin. It wasn't serious enough for her to die from it. Still, it fucking hurt and she let out a groan, the blood rushing to her ears and a low ringing omitting throughout the room.

Adebayo asked again, "Harcourt, how many are left."

"None."

There was no way for them to win this. Even with all of the firepower they had, without bullets and with enemies coming from all sides, they should've lost. But, they didn't.

One by one, each of the henchmen's brains exploded out of their head, like a scene from a slasher movie. Y/N had no idea how she was going to be able to explain this to Waller, but it was a win in the grand scheme of things.

But, Y/N hadn't realised what had happened yet. She was busy with the ringing in her ears, the blood trickling from her eyes, the dull ache in her wrist, and the almost unconscious Vigilante next to her. She lightly slapped him across the cheek and loudly urged, "Got to stay awake for me. You've got to."

"I'm trying," Vigilante said through groans and wheezes. "I can smell a lot of blood."

"You can?" Y/N touched her face then looked at her hands and saw that she was covered in blood. "Shit, how did this happen?"

That's when she realised the gunfire had stopped. Nobody was attacking. Were they dead? She poked her head out from behind the wall to see what was going on. "What the fuck?" she asked, hearing her own voice sound strangled and weak.

"They're all dead," Harcourt said, letting the gun fall from her hands. She was covered head to toe in blood too. So was Chris. Well, so was the entire room. It was all red. Y/N backed away and looked in horror at the growing puddle at her feet.

"Was it me?" she asked, looking around as she tried to make sense of everything. It had to be because of her. She had used her powers, she had used them too much. It all made sense now. She'd caused this.

"Do you know any other crazy bitches who can explode people with her brain?" Chris replied, moving to retrieve his weapons and nudging a few bodies with his shoe. Y/N didn't know what to say. She just watched him. It was all happening so fast and she was so fucking tired.

Vigilante tried to get to his feet, but was failing miserably, so she hooked an arm under his armpit and helped him up. He leaned against the wall for support, and she was shocked to see him looking so frail, so confused.

"Y/N take Vigilante to the van so Leota can find out what's up with him. Peacemaker and I will retrieve our weapons and try to find some information about, well, all of this shit."

"Got it," Y/N said softly, gesturing for Adrian to put most of his weight on her shoulders. Even in his altered state, he was reluctant to, but eventually gave in. They were both covered in blood, and he was blind and about to pass out, so the decision was easy for him to make.

She carried him out of the warehouse and into the bright sunshine. The sky was blue. The sun was out and the air was warm. The sounds of the city were deafening. It shouldn't have been such a nice day.

As soon as Leota saw the pair, she opened the van doors wide and hurried to help carry Adrian's weight. "Damn girl, what happened to you?" Leota asked, hauling the boy up the step of the van and letting him sprawl out on the seats in the back.

Y/N saw the first aid kit and grabbed it, opening it and seeing what supplies she had. Thankfully, she had gauze, tape, and a bandage in here. "I'll start on me. You check on Adrian. He can't see."

Groggily, Adrian pointed at the wound in the general direction of Y/N's voice and mumbled, "Y/N's hurt, Adebayo. Should... I should... check it out."

Even as he was, he sounded worried. Concerned. She gave him a weak smile and said, "I'll be fine, I promise."

Eventually, Leota concluded that Adrian had been hit by some high class stunning gas that Toymaker had been developing. She'd done a full once over, finding out that, not only was he currently blind, but he was having a hard time hearing too, so yeah, not ideal. And going off the documents Peacemaker had found, he'd be back to normal in around three days. They'd have to be careful with him for a while.

Peacemaker noticed Y/N patching herself up when he first got into the van and halted her hand. "Give me the needle. You're doing such a shitty job." Not in the mood to argue, she handed it over and let him do his work, never letting any sounds of pain escape her lips. And, never taking her eyes off Adrian.

It had been a while since she'd used her powers like that. She had to reacquaint herself with her body, her senses, her brain. It took longer than she'd thought. There were times she had to stop to take deep breaths and hold her palms against her temples when she felt too much, or when the ringing in her head got too loud. "Got an aspirin in that kit, Chris?"

She'd never called him that before.

"Yeah, here you go, Y/N," he replied, handing her the pills and a water bottle, watching as she downed it.

Technically, they'd won. The bad guys were dead and the information he held was in their possession. (Not that handing Waller any data about a super effective flash bang could be anything good.) But, the crew was silent on the way to the hotel. It was quiet and stunk of blood. Honestly, Y/N tried to shake it off. They were alive, and alive was a really good thing. Her breathing had calmed and the ringing in her head decreased as she heard Adrian's soft, ragged breaths. But her heart was still beating way too fast, and she kept getting the urge to throw up.

When the van pulled to a stop, she flew out of the back and puked onto the street. It had been so long since she'd used her gift, it took her a little time as she puked to remember how to unleash that kind of explosive force. She was glad that this time her team was alive. She'd controlled it enough to keep them safe. That was something to cling on to.

Once she'd gotten herself together, she helped Adrian out of the van and told everyone, "I'll clean him up. Let's go." Nobody else wanted to volunteer to do that, so they were quite thankful that Y/N jumped in without much fuss.

Adrian could walk. He just had no idea where he was going, so Y/N held both of his hands and walked backwards, guiding him where they needed to go, occasionally saying things like, 'little step coming up, the size of a jar of mayonnaise,' or 'there's a bin to your right. No, your left. My right. Bin to the left.'

They made it to the hotel room bathroom and she sat him down on the toilet, warning before undressing him, "I'm going to start with your mask, okay?"

"Okay," he replied softly, his eyes still glassy and his pupils dilated from whatever gas they'd used on him. Slowly, she slipped his visor off and placed it in the sink, taking his hand in hers. He was pale as a sheet, and his skin was clammy and cold. Despite this, he still joked, "Just tell me how good I look and I'll do whatever you want me to."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat in her chest. "You look… really good, Adrian." Softly, she got to work removing the rest of his clothes, moving slowly so she wouldn't startle him.

She was glad he didn't flinch when she ran her hand over his bare torso, her fingers slipping over the hard ridges of his pectorals, if anything, he seemed to quite like it. The goofy grin on his face gave away how much he liked it. She asked him to stand so she could pull his trousers down. "I feel like I should be paying you," he said, still smiling.

Finally letting out a laugh, she got all of his clothes off except for his underwear then turned the tap for the bath on full blast. "How about a shower?" he asked, pouting. He hated baths. He thought they were cauldrons of filth.

"There's only a bath. Sorry," Y/N said, shaking her head and adding, "I know. I know, filth cauldrons," before he could use it as an argument.

Helping him up and telling him, "Pretend you're stepping over a vicious toddler," so he'd lift his leg up high enough to get in, she eased him into the water, careful not to splash too much. It took him a few minutes to adjust to feeling liquid around him without being able to see it, but soon relaxed as she gently brushed up and down his arm.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said, sighing as she lathered up the soap and brushed it against his shoulder, down his arm, and across his chest. He let out a long groan when she started to massage his neck, so she figured she was doing it right.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Other than the lack of sight, which I've not adjusted to yet, the constant ringing in my ears and the fact that you have speak so loud so I can hear you? Yeah, I'm having a blast," he replied, his eyes fluttering before closing as he leaned his head back.

"I just realised, I can't watch a movie."

"Just put audio description on."

"No. I was going to force everyone to come over and watch movies with me to, like, celebrate the mission. I guess I'll go fuck myself with that idea now."

Continuing on her task of cleaning him, they made idle chatter until his hand aimlessly slapped around trying to find hers, splashing water everywhere like a baby. It was a funny sight at first, but she eventually gave in and took his hand in hers. As soon as he felt her, he lifted her knuckles to his lips and pleaded, "Can you get in too?"

"In the bath with you?"

"Please," he asked, his voice turning serious. "I want to be close to you."

"I'm covered in way more blood than you, that would make the cauldron even filthier."

Adrian pouted.

"Fine," Y/N agreed, sitting down on the closed toilet, undressing herself down to her underwear and finding the shampoo and conditioner in her suitcase, and a glass so he wouldn't have to dunk his head under the water. Leota always managed to steal the hotel samples before Y/N had a chance to even think about using them.

After tying her hair in a bun, she tapped his shoulder and instructed, "Squidge forward, mister," which he did, gleefully. The gap he left was perfect for her to slide in behind him. He was a bit stiff at first, but once Y/N started running her fingers through his hair, he relaxed. He liked her touching him. A lot.

"You're wearing a bra?" he asked, his eyes half-closed and his voice sleepy.

"Yeah."

"Aw, I was hoping to feel your boobs."

Chuckling, she reached out for the shampoo and teased, "Calm down, horndog," then gently started to run it through his curls as he hummed in contentment, relaxing in the tub. He had the most beautiful hair. Naturally thick and wavy, it felt so good to run her fingers through, to feel him relax against her chest as she did.

He was sure he'd never been handled this way before. It was almost magical. For the longest time they just sat there, enjoying the moment. He was completely focused on the fact that she was touching him and how amazing it felt. It was a rare treat to get to be this close to someone who didn't want to kill you.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Uh-huh?"

Leaning his head back on her shoulder, he inquired, "You know how I'm going to be like this for a couple of days?"

"I am aware of that, yes."

"I know Peacemaker probably wants to because we're BFF's and everything, but can you look after me? He's kind of...mean."

"Peacemaker? Mean? I've never heard of such a thing," she joked, then paused to order, "Close your eyes, don't want shampoo in them, do you?" and as soon as she did what she said, she took the glass and poured some of the bath water on his hair, getting all the shampoo and grime out of it.

Still, she hadn't answered his question. "Will you?"

"Of course."

"Sick. That's why you're my favourite."

Soon he was all nice and smelling far from the blood and gore that they had experienced earlier. She manoeuvred out of the tub, then pulled the plug. It would make much less mess if most of the water was gone before he attempted to stumble out. As he stepped out, she wrapped him up in a towel, her arms snaking their way around him.

At first she gestured for him to hold it, then remembered he couldn't see so added, "Ade, hang on to this, sweetheart," and did the same to herself. He got the idea and secured it around his waist, letting his sopping underwear thump to the ground. They both stood there, the warm water dripping down their bodies as they both smiled. No more blood. No more people to kill today. They could just get into their pj's and settle down for the night.

"Room service?" She asked, placing the menu in his hand.

Chuckling to himself, he answered with, "You're going to have to read the options for me."

How the hell did she keep forgetting that?

After reading the menu to him (at least four times over because he was having a hard time choosing), he finally picked and when the food arrived, he was over the moon.

A little harsh, but she found it quite funny watching him try to pick up his burger whole. He kept grasping at only the bun, disappointed that he only bit into bread. After an appropriate time of teasing, she helped him out, wrapping the back of his burger in a serviette so none of the fillings would fall out and curling his fingers around the sides. He still managed to get the sauce all down his face and she softly wiped it away with a napkin.

Bedtime was easy. He made it clear what he wanted when he lay back and opened his arms wide for her to get into. Y/N didn't have to be asked twice. He was comfortable and warm, and a good night's sleep was what they needed. He'd claimed that he needed something to ground him in reality if he woke up still blind, and while that made sense, she also thought he had an ulterior motive. She didn't care either way, as long as he was safe and not freaking out. That's all she could ask for.

Placing a loving kiss on his cheek, she said, "Goodnight, Ade."

He yawned, "Goodnight, Y/N." With a soft smile, he drifted off to sleep.

As morning came, Ade awoke to a pair of soft hands running up his back and his senses exploded with light. A sweet, tender voice asked, "Are you ready to get up?"

"Mhm," he groaned, his eyes still half-closed as he leaned into her. He enjoyed waking up like that. Her light touch, the warm, comforting body, and the voice, it was almost too much. He could have stayed there all morning.

"Come on, I got you." And with that, she helped him out of bed, and with anything he needed for the next two days until his vision came back.

When they awoke on the third day, he couldn't believe it. He'd woken up before her and, fuck, this is what he'd been missing out on? The sight of her cuddled against his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around her, her hair falling down to her back with his fingers tangled in it, it made him freeze.

Overjoyed, he shook her awake and exclaimed, "I can see you! I can. See!" and he held his hands out in front of him, gesturing to his eyes. Her mouth immediately turned into a grin and she nestled closer to him, beaming.

The world was sharper, more vivid with every new detail he took in as he put his glasses back on for the first time in three days. He looked at the room, his eyes taking in every detail of this place. The white walls. The blue curtains. The coffee stain on her shirt. He looked at her, from her messy hair to her big, tired eyes and perfect smile. He ran his fingers through her hair, taking a few strands and holding them closer to really examine them. When he was done with that, he ran his thumb along her cheek, then over her lips before finally settling it on her jaw. He'd almost forgotten how beautiful she was.

"You're even hotter now than the last time I saw you." He whispered it into her ear, his voice so quiet she could barely hear it. He continued to just look at her, taking in every detail of her face. Just as he had gathered the confidence to lean in to try and kiss her, Peacemaker knocked on the door.

With the sound of the heavy bangs on the wood, she got up and let Chris in. "How's he doing today?"

Truthfully, the rest of the 11th Street Kids left Adrian's care mostly to Y/N. They occasionally popped their heads in to check in. Leota had to take care of Adrian for an hour or two while Y/N was going over the mission report with Harcourt. Apparently, he got a little anxious when she was gone and Leota later confirmed that he asked 'Is Y/N back yet?' every three minutes.

"Dude, I can fucking see!"

Peacemaker stepped further into the room, lifting his middle finger in front of him. "So, you can see this now?" He had a look on his face that made Y/N want to punch him in his stupid, thick skull. Adrian on the other hand just excitedly returned the gesture.

"Dude, you would've loved to see it the other day. Those heads exploding. It was totally gross, man," Chris replied, making big hand motions when he said 'exploding'. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure it was," Adrian laughed. His laughter ended when he watched Y/N wince and slowly rub her temples. Had she been doing that for the last three days and he had no idea? Was she also in pain whilst helping him through his shit? Why hadn't she told him? He couldn't have helped very much, but he would've made sure to whine less if he knew.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

"Course she's okay, this crazy bitch saved us," Chris cheered, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and squeezing her tight. He loosened his grip when he felt her tense up.

For some strange, weird reason, Adrian couldn't help but stare daggers at Peacemaker's shoulder. Like, why was it around her? He shouldn't do that. Adrian didn't want him to do that, and he was pretty sure that Y/N didn't want him to do that. Based on everything he knew about her, Y/N hated it when Peacemaker touched her.

Ignoring Chris, Y/N lied, "Yeah, I'm good. Just need some water."

"I can get you some water," Adrian offered, but she shook her head and did it herself.

When she retreated to the bathroom to get changed, Chris watched as his buddy's eyes followed her every move. "So how long have you been faking it so you can look at Y/N's tits without her hitting you?" Chris asked, taking a seat on the bed.

"What, dude? No. That's an awful thing to do."

"Come on, man, I know you. Y/N is hot, and you're a weird pervert."

"I'm not a pervert."

"Yesterday, I figured it out. You are Stevie Wonder-ing us."

"Stevie Wonder is blind, man."

Chris had prepared for this. "No. No, he's not. I saw this video on YouTube and there was this woman with the biggest rack you've ever seen. Guess where his eyes were, dude."

Not understanding what the hell Peacemaker was implying, Adrian earnestly replied, "I don't know. In his head?"

"He was looking at her rack, man! At her nipples, her boobs, that shit." Chris threw his hands up in disbelief. "How did he know they were there? That's right. He can see."

"You don't know that," Adrian argued.

"Trust me, dude. It's true," Chris said. Now, Adrian was confused and he was getting pissed off. This was complete and utter bullshit.

"All I know is that I couldn't see until this morning, okay? It was sort of...sca-" He stopped himself. Peacemaker would definitely call him a pussy if he admitted he was scared. "It's just... I like seeing things and I couldn't do that."

Completely dismissing everything Adrian just said, Chris continued, "How many times did you sneak a peak when she got dressed in front of you. She had to, you know. Of course a blind dude isn't going to -"

"Get out, man."

"Fine, but I'll be back to check on you later, okay?"

"Yeah," Adrian replied, before closing his door and leaning his head against it. "He's gone, Y/N. You can come out now."

Maybe it was just his imagination, but Adrian had the feeling that Y/N hesitated before opening the door. After a moment, she emerged from the bathroom, and Adrian felt his heart skip a beat. She caught where his eyes went to and apologised, "Sorry. I didn't bring enough shirts with me and you had spares."

"That's...okay." He hated that he sounded so nervous, but he wasn't used to this. He stepped forward to hug her, and she stiffened. "Why don't you want to hug me?" he asked.

After a beat, she admitted, "I do want to hug you. Just don't squeeze me tight: I might throw up."

Somewhat confused, Adrian replied, "Why would you do that?"

"Still got the ringing in my head."

Adrian's eyes went wide, he let go of her after she stepped back and held both of her temples. "Oh my god, are you okay? Let me get you something."

"I'm fine," she insisted, then took a deep breath to confess, "Well, actually, I'm not. But, I will be. Um, as soon as you guys get back to Evergreen, I'm being handed back to Waller so they can sort the power thing out again."

Adrian couldn't help the gasp that escaped from his lips. "You mean..."

Y/N nodded. "I'll be back in solitary confinement for a while."

Maybe if he ignored it and went on acting like everything was normal, it wouldn't happen. He could just carry on pretending as if everything was the same, as if she'd be fighting alongside him during their next mission and totally not in some cold, lonely jail cell.

"Do you want some breakfast? I'm starving. They better do pancakes today because they didn't yesterday, but did the day before. Like, it should be a set menu, you know? If you say you do pancakes, I should get pancakes..." he rambled on and on, distracting himself from the fact he wouldn't see her again for a long time.

Even on the way back to Evergreen, he didn't shut up, which was normal. The only difference was that he kept Y/N's hand clutched with his, using both to gesture wildly in the hopes of making her laugh and smile, because that was the only thing keeping him sane.

When they arrived back at the base, everyone else said their goodbyes and got out of the van before them. His eyes were locked on their hands. He refused to look at her as he said, "Can you let go so I don't have to?"

Sadly, she wiggled her hand out of his grasp and placed a kiss on his temple. "We'll have that movie night you said you wanted when I get out, huh?"

Adrian just stared at the floor of the van as he muttered, "Yeah. Yeah, as soon as you're free."

"Goodbye, Ade."

"Bye, Y/N."

After she walked away, he let his head roll back on the metal of the van and lightly hit against it, closing his eyes. As long as he kept his thoughts positive, nothing was set in stone, right? He would survive without her for a while. He would find a way to make it work some other time.

'Surprisingly', her cell looked as it always had. Bland and boring. They had even left her magazines in the corner where she left them. As she lay down on her old bed, it was as if nothing had changed. Except for the fact she wasn't a teen anymore. She was a full grown adult.

She listened to the sounds of the base, not as loud as they had been, but still. The hum of the generators, the clank of equipment, the quiet conversations of the guards. She used to hate this. The quiet. The waiting. The boredom.

This was where she was supposed to be for now. She was the right place for her. And, in a horrid way, this place felt like home a little bit.

But, she'd forgotten how lonely it was. She had nobody to talk to. No Rick to bombard with pop culture trivia. No Adrian to joke around with. She was alone for the first time in a while. No Harcourt to disobey. No Leota to braid her hair. No John to whine at. And, no Chris to get annoyed at. Alone. Totally alone.

Weirdly, in a shocking turn of events, Waller arrived outside Y/N's door and, through the glass pane - she wasn't risking a head popping - asked Y/N all about Leota. Despite her daughter exposing secrets about Task Force X, Amanda Waller still seemed concerned for Leota. She asked all the typical mother questions, ones like, 'is she doing okay?', 'how's her relationships with Keeya?', and 'how many of those yappy little Chihuahua fuckers has she got now?'.

Frankly, Y/N wasn't sure if Waller was truly concerned or if she was just humouring her, trying to get back on Y/N's good side, but she answered everything as best as she could.

In the moments when it was just Y/N and she'd exhausted her patience with the magazines, she played Tetris in her head like Adrian had told her about. It was more fun than she first assumed. Admittedly, there were times that she only used the I shaped blocks and felt really good about herself since she was absolutely acing the game.

One week turned into a month, turned into two. Three. Four. Then midway through five, she was released. They'd managed to remove the bracelet - which would end up as a pretty gnarly scar around her wrist - and replace it with an implant below her ear that did basically the same thing as the one before, just better.

Now Y/N could use her telekinesis without bloody noses and headaches, so that was a win. The biggest win though? She could leave and see her friends again, see Adrian again.

Harcourt was the one who picked her up. Waller had asked Leota, but because that meant she'd have to see her mother, she passed the duty onto Emilia. "Hey, Miss Carrie White," Emilia teased as she drove Y/N away, "How was your spa retreat?" She had a sarcastic tone, but Y/N could tell it was light-hearted.

Y/N waved her hand in the air in a flippant manner. "Fine. You know, boring. Relaxing. A lot of sitting."

"Well, loverboy has insisted that everyone huddles in his tiny apartment so we can all watch a movie and... I don't know, marvel at the fact that you're back or some shit."

"Adrian?"

"Yeah, him. I swear, sometimes I think I'm going to puke on his shoes when I hear how much he talks about you. Every day he'd come in and say, 'Is Y/N back? Do you know when she gets out?' It was so annoying and I blame you for that."

Y/N laughed and found herself blushing, smugly smiling out of the window.

"I mean, I get it," Harcourt continued. "I'll kill you if you repeat this, but it has been less Matilda-like without you around."

"You missed me?"

"No. I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to."

Buzzing. That's what Adrian was feeling. Absolutely buzzing. For the past five months, he'd done everything in his power to keep his mind off Y/N. He'd picked up more shifts at Fennel Fields. He stayed out later on patrol. He even joined tinder and quickly found out that it wasn't for him because the first guy he matched with messaged, 'Hey, how big is your asshole in mm?', yeah, that was information he didn't want out in the world. The thought of Y/N being back made him feel alive in a way he hadn't since he'd been with her.

When she walked through his door, he had to refrain from squealing and jumping into her arms. Play it cool, Adrian. Be sauve. Be gentlemanly. 'She hasn't seen you in months and she's been locked up by herself, you don't want to scare her', he mentally chastised himself.

But... Y/N was home. She was back. He had a small window of time where he could pursue her, be with her. She wouldn't be available forever, but for now, he was living in a dream world where he could take her out to lunch or grab drinks after work and...

"Hey."

Hesitantly, he stepped aside so that she could enter his apartment. She was wearing the same clothes she'd had on when she'd left, clearly they had been washed in that time, but it was almost like a gut punch. She was back, and he had no idea what to do with himself.

Her gaze swept and flicked over him a few times. "Hi, stranger," she greeted back with a huge grin.

His heart was palpitating. "You look good," he stuttered, his eyes not leaving her.

"I do, huh?"

Emilia pushed past them, muttering something about, "Don't want to hear whatever gross flirting shit you guys say."

Now they were alone. After a second of apprehension, Adrian reached for her wrist totally planning to pull her closer to him and snog her face off, but immediately let go when her brows furrowed in pain. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay," she responded, lifting the sleeve of her cardigan to show him the slowly healing injury on her wrist. "They removed the bracelet." Then she tucked some hair behind her ear and pointed out, "They gave me an ear implant to replace it. It's stronger."

Adrian felt the little bump of machinery under her ear carefully, taking his time to really examine it. Y/N's skin was warm against his finger. As he was busy scanning, her focus settled on his face and she frowned. "You look tired. Stay out late last night?"

"Not too late. Work and patrol, you know."

"Ah, really?" She tilted her head as if she didn't quite believe him. There was something he wasn't telling her. Yet, there was time for that later, their friends were waiting for them. "What movie are we watching?"

"I wanted Paddington, but everyone else said no. I think they agreed on some 80's movie."

Getting comfy on the couch, she soon found out that the movie they wanted to watch was Poltergeist, which was fine with her. Adrian on the other hand got a little jumpy when it came to ghosts. Blood, guts and gore? He was more than okay with. Spooky, tension filled spooktaculars? Well, it's safe to say he clutched onto Y/N's arm for more than one reason.

Trying to twist the top off the jar of salsa in her hands was harder than it looked, okay? Yeah, she's a telekinetic government agent, but still, jars are hard to open if you have soft hands. And, she didn't dare use her powers on it. She'd probably smash the glass if she did that. But, it was fine. Adrian was there. She placed it in his hands and, without even looking away from the movie, he opened it for her.

"So strong," she playfully complimented, gleefully shoving a tortilla chip into the dip and holding it out for him to eat as a thank you. He took it without question.

An hour later, after some snacks and a few refills, he could barely keep his eyes open even with her home. He had been so tired for so long and she was so warm beside him. He had to, he just had to fall asleep on her shoulder.

"Asshole invites us around and doesn't even have the decency to stay awake," Chris teased way too loudly, which caused Leota to shush him.

The sudden loud noise woke Adrian up slightly, but Y/N gently guided his head onto her collarbone, soothingly scratching circles into his scalp and he fell right back to sleep.

"Gross. Is he drooling on you?" Economos whispered in disgust.

"Yeah, by the look of it," Y/N responded, trying not to laugh. She didn't mind. It was kind of cute.

"That's nasty."

He continued to sleep peacefully, her heartbeat steady against his cheek. Y/N stroked his hair. She could spend the rest of her life running her fingers through it. She only stopped to brush her finger against his cheek to softly wake him up when people were leaving. "Ade, sweetheart. Peacemaker is leaving" she whispered. He stirred and smiled sleepily.

"Bye, Chris." There was nothing else he said. He just sloppily waved and waited for their friends to leave.

Even though he felt exhausted, he didn't want to go back to sleep. He had been so happy in his sleep-deprived stupor and that increased tenfold when he woke up.

"I forgot to get a hotel for the night, mind if I stay on your couch?"

"You can stay here as long as you want. Stay forever." He smiled and sat up, realising he had a damp trail of spit in the corner of his mouth. And she had a big wet patch on her cardigan. "Fuck. I.. sorry. Peacemaker does always make fun of me for drooling over you."

"It's a simple fix," she reassured, taking the cardigan off, leaving her in just the tank top underneath. Adrian blushed furiously at the sight of her. "What?"

"Nothing. It's just.. Wow." He blinked a few times, trying to get his brain to work properly. It was a few seconds before he found his voice. "Boobs."

"I'm glad you like them."

His eyes were fixed on her chest, his face burning. She pushed her hair back, smiling at him coyly. He tried to focus only on her face, but he couldn't.

"I like everything about you."

'Clearly, he's still groggy and disoriented from sleep', she thought. He still looked like he could do with more sleep, and that's why brushed past his compliment to say, "Want to settle down in bed?"

At this point, he was ready to go along with whatever she said to do. He excitedly nodded, letting her pull him to his feet then showed her to his room. Y/N followed him, feeling herself blush, and trying not to stare at his ass in his jeans. Once they arrived at his room, he went to turn the lights out, but she stopped him.

"Wait, I need to know one thing."

"Anything," he replied, nervously.

"Did you miss me?"

Adrian's heart skipped a beat. He felt his face get hot, but he shook his head, smiling. How could he tell her what was on his mind? Well, instead of speaking, he decided to place one hand on the back of her neck and lean in for a slow, deep, passionate kiss. She didn't hesitate to reciprocate. She melted against him as his lips found hers. He swept his tongue into her mouth and she moaned softly, rubbing her body against his. He broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked at her, smiling.

"I missed you. A lot."

"I took your advice, you know. Playing Tetris in my head really helped the hours pass."

"That's my girl." He pulled her close and she let him. She closed her eyes as he lightly kissed her forehead. It was a light, comforting touch that caused her entire body to relax. And there, in the quiet of his room, she let herself be. She let herself be held by someone who wanted her, who she wanted to be with.

When his lips made it to her neck, she stopped him and said, "Let's continue this in the morning. You still look way too exhausted and I'll feel bad for keeping you up."

"But-"

Brushing past him, she took her trousers off and got into bed, urging him to do the same, which he did. He undressed down to his underwear then placed his head on her chest, mostly so he'd get an eye full of breast if he looked down, but also because it was comfortable. He let out a deep breath, and she could feel it vibrate against her chest, as he fell asleep almost instantly. Not long after, she, too, fell asleep, dreaming of sweet nothings.

In the morning, he woke to a soft, almost inaudible little whine. He looked at her and saw that her eyes were still closed, but her breathing was getting slowly heavier. A huge grin spread across his face when she breathlessly mumbled out his name. She was obviously having a dream about him. A sexy dream judging by how her hips were lazily moving against him.

He just watched for a moment, taking everything in before he woke her by sloppily sucking on the pulse point on her neck. She moaned awake with a smile and giggled when he playfully bit at her skin, making her squirm. He teasingly kissed his way down her chest and across her shoulder, stopping at her bra strap. She gave a little sigh when he lifted his head and grinned with sleepy, satisfied eyes.

"Nice dream, beautiful?" Pink blush immediately appeared on her face as she shyly looked away, her giggle becoming more obvious. He reached for her hand and softly kissed it, smiling. "Tell me and I'll do whatever you were dreaming about."

She stared into his eyes, noticing how blown out they were which added to his usual energetic sparkle. She bit her lip and nudged him to get off her so she could lean against the headboard, drawing back the duvet to expose her bottom half and spreading her legs, then she reached and caressed a soft horizontal line across his bottom lip. He understood.

"Fucking jackpot," he let out on an exhale and instantly manoeuvred in-between her thighs, putting her knees around his shoulders. At first, he thought he'd be able to tease her, maybe rile her up a bit, but as soon as she was right in front of his mouth that went out of the window.

With his eyes locked on hers, he moved her panties to the side and his tongue darted out, sweeping across her clit, making her let out a squeal before his lips closed around her and he began to suck. She wrapped her thighs around his head, digging her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer as she began to ride his tongue.

"You like that, huh? You like my mouth all over your pretty little pussy?" he asked in his best seduction voice. When she nodded in response and moaned out louder, he knew she was like putty in the palm of his hand. Well, hand and mouth. "Fuck you, you taste so good."

And with a lick across her soaked slit, he entered her with his fingers. She arched her back and screamed his name as he pumped into her, making her feel so good, so amazing. She was so close, but her body wanted more. It wanted his entire body. She wanted to feel him pressed up against her, feeling his hardness rubbing against her, filling her, claiming her.

Breathlessly, she let out, "Ade, stop. I want to come on your cock."

Obviously, as soon as she said 'stop, he stopped. Still, he explained, "You can do both. I'll make you come again, and again, and again, and-"

"Carry on then."

Laughing, he gave her butt a playful slap before he began finger fucking her again, making her feel so good, so complete. His fingers were magic, better than any toy she'd ever had. He'd said she could come multiple times, and she intended to take him up on the offer. She could feel the wet heat of her orgasm building, burning, threatening to consume her. He began to move his fingers faster in and out of her slick, wet heat, making her gasp and cry out.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt orgasmic bliss, her entire body going lax in pleasure. For a second, she felt detached from her surroundings and didn't realise that she was accidentally psychically lifting his lamp off the bedside table. Adrian hadn't noticed either since the second she began to shake, he lowered his mouth once more and continued to flick his tongue around her clit, not letting up his ministrations until she began to scream out his name again.

Once she went still, the lamp fell back down with a small crash and teetered off the side of the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. He was there, looking down at her, a grin from ear to ear as she looked down at the broken appliance and apologised, "Oops, sorry. Remind me to pay you for that."

Adrian's laugh was low and sexy. He crawled up and pressed his lips to hers, deepening the kiss instantly before pulling back slightly to stare into her eyes. He kept his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks, as he compromised, "Pay me back by fucking the absolute shit out of me?"

Giggling, she nodded and flipped them over so she was on top, straddling his thighs. His hands went immediately to her breasts, teasing her nipples through her shirt. She slapped his hands off and seductively chastised, "Nu-uh, it's all about you now, not me."

Impatiently, he groaned, looking into her eyes and giving a pained but passionate look. "What if what I really want is to..." He trailed his hands up from the hem of her shirt to her bra, the fabric collecting at his wrists, "...undo this damn thing."

"Clasp is at the front," she informed him before he even tried the back, taking her shirt off. It came off easily, just as his fingers found the clasp in the middle of her boobs, it fell and he threw it across the room. She looked down and laughed at the expression on his face.

He let out a low rumble in his throat, his hips bucking underneath her as he tried getting his hands on her bare skin once more. She held him down and slowly moved herself down, keeping eye contact as she pulled his underwear down with her teeth. His breathing became ragged, and it took everything for him to resist pushing up his hips, desperate for her to take him inside her.

When his hardened length was fully exposed, slowly traced her pointer finger down it, from the tip to the base. A needy groan escaped his lips, and he bucked. Grinning up at him, she taunted, "Is this how much you missed me?"

"Mmph," was all he could manage. She lowered and pressed her lips to the head of his cock, taking him into her mouth. She loved the way his eyes went dark and the way he grabbed her hair and held her in place as he watched her, entranced. So beautiful, she thought, as she continued taking him deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his length. His heart was galloping, her name on his lips.

Slowly, she began to move upwards, taking him deep into her throat. It felt so good, so damn good. She continued her movements, taking him further down her throat until she gagged. He grabbed her hair, stopping her from moving too fast, too suddenly.

"Just...just a little more," he begged through gritted teeth. She lowered her head again, taking him deep inside her mouth, past the gag, and into her throat. He started to shudder and loudly whimpered her name. He was close, so close. He began panting, his grip on her hair tightening as his legs began to shake, his heart pounding in his chest. A desperate, needy whine escaped his lips as he came, so hard and so fast that the whole world went dark.

When his breathing finally slowed, she lifted her head, staring up at him and traced little shapes on his quads, smiling as his eyes fluttered and his chest slowly heaved. "That was..." his voice was rough and raspy, "...uh, yeah. Yeah. That was, fuck... I'm glad we hadn't done it sooner because, holy shit, if I knew I was missing out on that, I'd... I probably would've tried to break you out."

She giggled. Pressing a kiss to his stomach, she asked, "You'd save me from big, bad Waller?"

Hooking his finger under her chin and guiding her up so their lips were centimetres apart, he confirmed, "Amanda Waller would be ten feet under before she even laid a finger on you."

Despite the fact that neither of them could ever outplay Amanda Waller at any point, the idea was sweet and Y/N couldn't help but smile. Waller is a certified god-level threat and she will not be fucked with.

One hand going to the back of her head so he could pull her lips onto his and the other fondling her breast, Adrian felt her body rocking against him and decided that this was the time to ask, "Just to make sure, do you like me and want to go on a date later?"

Her laugh was bright and full of delight as she pulled back, resting her forehead against his. "I like you and want to date you," she confirmed. He smiled, his heart so full of happiness that he thought it would burst.

"Great, I had a hunch that was the case."

"Oh yeah? What gave it away?" She teased, waving her hands to point out the position they were in.

"Well, for one thing, you just gave me the best orgasm of my life," he smiled, holding her in place as she started to kiss along his jawline and down his neck.

"I gave you the best orgasm of your life up to this point," she confessed against the skin of his neck, trailing her hand down to find him hard again. She got close to his ear to bite it then seductively stated, "And you haven't even been in my pussy yet."

Eyes widening, he clasped his hands around her waist and quickly rolled on top of her, desperate to get inside of her as soon as was physically possible. This was what she'd been waiting for, the feeling of her body being moulded into his, of her desires taken care of.

"That can be arranged. How's your schedule looking?" he joked, pushing his hips forward and making a show of slowly pushing himself inside of her. He began to move against her, the friction hot and wonderful, and she dug her nails into his back, loving the way he made her feel.

"My schedule is wide open," she purred, pulling his head down so she could kiss him. She started to rock against him, her pleasure increasing the more he got inside of her.

"I'm available any time," he told her, smiling into her kiss, pushing himself harder into her. She moaned, her toes curling as her inner muscles clenched him, making him groan. He broke the kiss, letting his head rest in the crook of her neck as he began to grind faster, his hands gripping her ass like he could keep her steady. He wasn't steady at all, she realised, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close to her as his pace increased.

It was too much, too good. She couldn't take it anymore and released a loud cry, nearly coming immediately. His hips bucked into her as he came down her, his whole body pulsing as he filled her. She held him tight, her whole body shaking as she felt his heart thundering in his chest.

Across the room, she'd managed to nudge a couple of his old books off his shelf, making a large bang causing them both to jump in surprise.

"I need to work on not wrecking your room everytime you make me come."

They lay there for a time, the silence in the room heavy and full of contentment. Y/N curled up against Adrian's side, her eyes falling shut as the quiet brought her peace. She felt his hand caressing the side of her face, his thumb drifting across her cheek as he murmured, "...I'm glad I met you."

Smiling, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was staring at her, his eyes intense and full of feeling.

"Best fuck of your life?" She asked, knowing the answer.

"That wasn't a fuck. No. We just made love."

"Gross. Don't say it like that."

"What? We did."

Sluggishly, she let her hand dance around his back, until she caught a glimpse of some red on her finger. She examined it for a moment then peered over his shoulder.

"Fuck, sweetheart, my nails really did a number on your back. Why didn't you say?"

Adrian shrugged. "I thought it was hot. You liked it. I liked it. Why mention it? I'm not much of a talker, as you well know."

"How much do you talk?" Y/N asked, grinning.

"Not much," he repeated, grinning at his lie. "...Well, a few words here and there. Confusing noises when I'm concentrating. I think you're supposed to say everything that you think, right?"

The date they picked was a trip to the nearest IKEA so she could buy him a new lamp. A strong, sturdy one that wouldn't break if she accidently fucked with it.

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