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heyyyharry · 4 years

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Porn

(a blurb from the My Girl Series)

…in which Harry and Y/N watch porn, but he won’t touch her.

Warning: smut (duh!)

AU: older!harry, actor!harry.

“You can’t go a day without my pussy,” she had said to him after they’d had sex on the kitchen counter. She’d only come in here to get some juice while he was making coffee, and look how she’d ended up, with her panties on the floor, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her chest bare, and his cum slick on her inner thighs.

She didn’t even remember how it’d started.

He stood between her legs, a hand on the countertop on either side of her. A smirk peaked at the corner of his lips as he considered her with squinted eyes. “Is that a challenge?” he asked.

“It’s a fact,” she returned.

She expected him to tease back like he always would, but he only breathed out a soft laugh and pecked her on the cheek. “Get dressed,” he said. “The housekeeper might walk in.”

They spent the rest of the day in two separate rooms. He had a meeting with his dialect coach then locked himself in his library to study and practise his lines. Meanwhile, she did some research for her new book and tried to write as much as she could so her agent would stop bombarding her with phone calls, texts, and emails.

After dinner, he got a zoom meeting with his publicist, so she took a shower first and curled up in their bed, watching a porn movie on the telly while waiting for him.

He came in an hour later, his hair damp, a white towel draped over his shoulder. He cracked an amused half-smile when he saw what she was watching.

“When you said you were doing research, I didn’t expect this,” he said.

“My next book is a Fifty Shades fanfic. Don’t tell anyone.”

A laugh crackled out of him as she placed a finger on her lips to ask him to keep a secret.

When he returned to their bed a moment later and snuggled up against her, his curls were dry and falling into his forehead. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of boxers she’d bought for him last week. She thought he looked extremely sexy this way. Biting her lip, she continued to stare at him, momentarily forgetting what she’d been watching until he asked, “What position is that?”

She whipped her eyes back to the screen and burst out laughing when she saw the couple performing an advanced version of Reverse Cowgirl, in which the guy’s hips weren’t even touching the bed.

“These porn movies are so extravagant,” he commented, now sitting shoulder to shoulder with her. “Who moans like that? Literally no one. The sex scenes I’ve done are way more sensual and convincing.”

She scowled at him, and his mouth curled. “Sorry,” he said though he didn’t seem very sorry.

She smacked him on the arm and picked another movie with more realistic sex. It was fun watching bad porn because they made her laugh more than they got her off. She wished she had stuck with that, because although she was exhausted, the heat between her legs would say otherwise. On the screen, the couple were fucking like rabbits on the sofa. They were more about pleasuring each other than putting on a show, so it was extremely hard to watch without getting turned on.

She rubbed her thighs together and stole a glance at her boyfriend, whose attention was on the movie. He was pinching his lips unconsciously, the thing he did when he was nervous or turned on. Weird. She was sitting right here. If he was hard, why hadn’t he touched her already?

She dropped her head to his shoulder and started tracing the tattoo on his arm, watching goosebumps pimpled his skin. It normally worked. He should have pinned her down on the bed by now. And if he was tired, he would let her sit on his face or let her ride him; Harry never said no to sex.

She would just let this slide if she wasn’t so horny and frustrated and angry. She leaned in closer, intentionally letting her breast brush against his arm. She was only wearing a sheer white babydoll chemise, which she knew he loved. It was astonishing that he hadn’t made any comment about it.

“Baby…”

“Shhh! I'm watching!” He covered her mouth with his hand while his eyes stayed fixed on the screen, his brows drawn together thoughtfully.

Surprised and frustrated, she licked his palm and he immediately shrank back and wiped the saliva onto her thigh.

She batted his hand away, her gaze skipping between him and the screen. “Why are you watching porn like it’s a cinematic masterpiece?” she huffed, tugging at his shirt.

He still didn’t look at her. “You're being disrespectful to these hardworking porn stars."

She crossed her arms over her chest and sunk into the pillow. “Maybe I should become a porn star so you’d pay attention to me."

He said nothing.

"I'm sorry, okay? For whatever I did or said," she said angrily. "Can you stop now?"

Still nothing.

"This is not funny, Harry!”

This time, when he softly shushed her, he placed a hand at the back of her head and stroked her hair like she was a cat. She knew he couldn't stay in character for too long. But this wasn't enough. She wanted all of his attention.

"When I asked you to watch porn with me, I didn't mean to actually watch porn," she said, resting her cheek against his arm.

His eyes suddenly searched her face, the look made her flustered. Arching an eyebrow, he said, "You told me I couldn't go a day without your pussy. It's only been a few hours and you're already asking to get fucked. Make up your mind, Bambi."

She jolted with a start, her mouth fell open. "I said it as a joke!"

He shrugged and turned back to the screen.

She continued to glare at him while he kept a straight face and began to comment as though they were watching a documentary. "Wow, look at that. Remember when I fucked you like that?"

"Arsehole," she muttered as a smirk crept up to his stupid face. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kick him or suck his dick. Maybe both. The moaning and slapping of skin from the video didn't really help in this situation.

Back straightened, she cleared her throat. “So you wouldn’t even touch me if I was naked?”

No answer.

She bit her lip and reached her hand under the cover to feel his dick over his boxers. He showed no emotions, still playing this game, but from the way he gulped, she knew he was destined to lose.

"You're hard."

"Great observation," he said smugly. "As you can see, I'm watching porn."

"Well, I'm wet," she whispered seductively despite his indifference. "And I hate to fuck myself right here right now because my boyfriend's a dick and he's ignoring me."

When he didn’t respond, she exhaled sharply and pushed his legs apart to sit between them, leaning against his chest. He let her do as she pleased but didn’t touch her. His hands remained on his thighs, his eyes fixed on the telly. When she pulled the chemise over her head and sat completely naked between his legs, he grabbed her hips only to push her to the side so he could continue watching. She stubbornly leaned left and right to block his view until his indifference got on her nerves.

She spread her thighs, draping each of her legs over his, her head tipped back on his shoulder as she moved her hand under the duvet and started touching herself.

At first, she only wanted to mess with him, but somehow this situation turned her on. She was gasping into the crook of his neck with two fingers curled inside of her. He hadn’t made a sound. She didn’t look up to check if he was watching her getting herself off, but from the way his palm twitched before he squeezed his own thigh, she knew he was going to give in one way or another.

She moaned louder, her free arm curled around his neck, her face pressed into his hot skin as she nipped the sweet spot below his ear. If he wasn’t going to touch her, she was going to touch him and drive him crazy until he lost it and had to fuck her. She knew how to play this game. And he was already hard, his cock poking at her lower back.

Eventually, he gave in. Not entirely, but he couldn’t keep his hands off hers any longer. He started by stroking her legs. She’d been craving for his touch, so just the warmth of his hands could make her flinch and pant heavily. He shushed her, his mouth at her ear. She could smell the champagne in his breath which turned her on even more. She was pretty sure the noises she made had drowned out the porn playing in the background.

“Slow down. Do not come yet,” he whispered into her ear. She shivered, biting her lip and giving a nod. “Look at you, Bambi.” She could feel a smirk in his dark tone. “Is this how good girls should behave?”

“You...were naughty first,” she argued, her lashes fluttering. The couple on the screen was doing missionary now. The girl was wailing as she came. Harry didn’t allow her to cum, so she had to chew on her lip and fight the urge to rub her clit.

“Why?” he asked in a fake concerning tone. “Because I didn’t pay attention to you? You couldn’t have my attention so you decided to misbehave?”

“You’re a dick,” she gasped. His faint laugh made her stomach clench and her walls close around her fingers.

“That’s not how you call me, love.”

Slowly, his hand made its way up up to her slick inner thigh and then he placed his palm on her lower stomach, not touching her where she wanted him to. Her breath caught as he grabbed a handful of her breast and started toying with her nipple.

His other hand curled under her thigh, spreading it to give her more access so she could do the work on her own.

She hated him. She loved him. She wanted him.

“Eyes on the screen,” he commanded, cupping her chin gently and tilting her head upward, his lips hot against her ear. “Remember when I fucked you like that?” he asked. “Just this morning. In this bed.” The girl on the screen was lying on her stomach, arse up, as the guy held her wrists together at her back and slammed into her mercilessly.

“Yes…”

Harry chuckled. He knew how good it’d felt for her. She’d bit onto the sheet when she came, wetting his dick. The memory worked better than the actual scene before her eyes. She arched her back and pumped her fingers faster, stroking her clit with her free hand.

“Stop,” he said roughly, but she didn’t listen. She fucked herself hard and cried into his neck. His breathing came ragged. She knew he was frustrated and annoyed. A triumph grin spread across her face, then she came hard, gasping his name, his massive hand squeezed her hip as he buried his face into her neck, groaning loudly as if he could feel it, too. His chest rose and fell unsteadily against her. His cock jerked at her lower back.

She didn’t have the strength to deny him for denying her. Now that she’d made herself cum, she only wanted him more. They both knew it never finished without his cum dripping out of her.

“You okay?”

She heard his raspy voice and tipped her head back to look up. His face was right above hers, his lips parted, ghosting over hers. His cheeks were flushed, and he was taking short breaths. He grasped her wrist and pulled her fingers out of her sensitive cunt. She watched him intensely as he brought her hand to his mouth and sucked and licked her two fingers clean while holding her gaze.

She couldn’t help it anymore. She cupped his cheek and pressed her lips to his, her mouth opened, her tongue sliding against his, heat pooling between her legs as if she hadn’t just cum a minute ago. He only broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, and she wasted no time to free his cock from his boxers. He was leaking precum and it made her mouth water. She wanted to taste it. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off him.

“On your stomach,” he demanded.

She shook her head wordlessly and reached for his cock. He quickly caught her wrists and tugged her up so they were face to face. “Not now.”

“But I want–”

“I’d cum if you put your mouth on me, Bambi,” he rasped, sounding almost helpless.

She clenched at the words and nodded as she scooted toward him on her knees, hands on his shoulders. “Let me ride you. I wanna see your face.”

His laugh turned into an exaggerated, ‘aww’ that made her want to punch him. Instead, she shoved at his chest and he dropped onto his back, hands on her knees as she straddled his thighs. She reached out and grasped his cock, stroking him just once, just to spread her wetness over him.

“Am I a good girl now?” she asked, her head cocked to the side.

“I don’t know. Show me,” he replied with a smirk.

She hitched herself up over his lap and slid down onto his cock, so suddenly that he jolted and dug his fingers into her bum. She rode him hard, holding his gaze. The way he grinned with his mouth open made her moan and squeeze around him. She hated how she was the one riding him but he still managed to have the upper hand.

He let her have her fun for a moment before grasping her bum and thrusting into her hard and fast. She cried out and fell onto his chest, their mouths meeting with more sloppy kisses.

“You like this, huh?” he panted into her ear, her fingers digging into his shoulders as an answer while he fucked into her, taking full control now. She nodded wildly before propping herself back up with her palms on his chest. Seeing the ink on his torso glistening with sweat made her stomach flip and her knees go numb. He circled his arm around her waist and hitched her up, drawing a gasp out of her before his mouth was on her throat as he pumped her on his dick.

“Yes, Daddy, yes.”

He didn’t stop, but his hips faltered for a second.

“What was that?” he asked, dropping his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She could tell he’d been wanting to do this all night. She gasped and clenched around him. She had really sensitive nipples and he adored them.

“Daddy,” she whimpered, rolling her hips. He met her pleading stare and groaned. He knew she was close.

He sighed against her lips but didn’t object when she got one hand between them, two fingers on her clit, rubbing hard the way he would. He loved to make her cum but he also loved watching her touch herself.

She came first, stars exploding behind her eyelids as he fucked her through it and cum inside her, hips jerking up off the bed. Curses spilled from his lips and her own as they both collapsed, her on top of him, his arms tightened around her waist.

She was pretty sure she’d passed out for a second or two until she felt the warmth of his hands against the cool skin of her exposed back. She opened her eyes, cheek resting against his chest as her eyes searched his face. His cheeks dimpled as their eyes locked.

“You’re so spoiled now. Always getting your way,” he said, breathless.

She propped her head up and pouted. “You have to let me win because you’re older. That’s the rule.”

He contemplated her face with an arched eyebrow. “So I have to let you win because I’m older, but I’m not allowed to call you a child when you act like one?”

“Correct.” She nodded and combed her fingers through his hair, pushing his sweaty curls out of his forehead. “I need you to include that in your wedding vows.”

“My wedding vows,” he echoed, his mouth curled.

“Only if I say yes, though,” she clarified, lifting her chin.

“Only if I ask,” he smugly replied.

She glared at him before leaning down and kissing him again. Suddenly, he pushed her away, fingers still in her hair but his eyes were on the telly. “Look, Bambi.”

“What?” She whipped her head around, slightly annoyed by the interruption.

He chuckled softly. “They’re still going at it.”

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Endless Summer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,693

Summary: Tony rents a beach house for an end of summer getaway. Will you and Bucky finally act on the feelings you have for each other.

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and the two amazing prompts below from @buckstaybucky (thank you againf or allowing me to combine!) and for the 24 hour surprise drabble challenge and the end of summer theme. I used a few here: s’mores, beach bonfire, stargazing, sunset and just the amazingness of the beach :) Hope you enjoy this and thank you all for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fluffy and soft fun, flirting, teasing, mutual pinning, slow burn, KISSES! :)

Poking your head around the door of your room you call softly for Nat, waiting but getting no response. You see that the door down the hall is open and you can’t remember if it’s Bucky’s or Wanda’s room. “Hey Wan? You in there?” Nothing. Just as you’re about to go back inside Bucky’s head pops out the open door. “Hey doll, did I hear you say something or…?”

“I was looking for Nat and Wanda actually, sorry.” He smiles and walks out into the hallway, “they both left about 5 minutes ago for the beach.” You didn’t realize he was only in his bathing suit until he comes out of the room and now, you’re trying hard to find words as your eyes wander over his chest and abs. “I uh, yea, ok. Thanks.”

Smirking he comes closer, “did you need something?” Hiding behind the door frame you swallow hard, begging your body to stop reacting to his presence. “Can I ask you a question?” He raises a brow, “You just did.” Glaring at him you try to hold back a smile, “fine, can I ask you another question?” Another step closer, “that was another question.” You huff out in frustration and stomp back into your room, yelling, “oh my god, you’re so annoying!”

You can hear his light chuckle from just outside the door, “can I come in? I promise I’ll be good,” he coos. Thankful for the wall between you, you squeeze your thighs together at the sound of those last words. With a calming breath you push the door open wider with your foot, “come on.” He steps inside, his eyes zeroing in on you standing in front of the mirror as you smooth your hands down the sundress. “Wow.” You turn and look his way, unsure if you heard him say something. “What was that Buck?” He rubs the back of his neck, “uh nothing, what did you wanna ask me?”

You spin to face him and grab your giant sun hat, placing it atop your head. “I was hoping to get one of the girl’s opinions but since they left me here, you’ll do. What do you think? Too much or ok?” He gives you his best pained expression, clutching his chest over his heart, “ouch.” You both laugh and he comes over, grasping the brim and pulling it down over your forehead. “I really like it, looks great on you.”

You push it back up and flick him in the arm as you walk by, “ok good, thank you. Now, let’s go, we have a fun day ahead of us.” He follows you out and grabs his stuff from his room before you make your way out of the beach house and down the stairs. Tony rented a giant place for the last week of summer that sits right on the water and has enough bedrooms and bathrooms for everyone to be comfortable.

While you packed, Nat and Wanda had teased you about getting some alone time with Bucky during the stay. They endlessly prodded you to tell him how you feel and argued this would be the perfect time. However, considering you could barely manage to function when he was walking around with no shirt on you weren’t sure how that was going to happen on a beach getaway, where he would be shirtless most of the time.

Your thoughts were wandering to places they shouldn’t as you walk down to the sand. You turn and wave at Bucky before running off toward the girls, “I’m gonna go say hi.” He throws his towel over his shoulder and watches as you go. “You just gonna stare at her the whole week like a creep or make a move?” Steve’s taunt earns him a hard punch to the arm, “she definitely likes it when I don’t have a shirt on, I have to use that to my advantage.” Steve is still rubbing his shoulder when Bucky finally pulls his gaze from you, “I just have to figure out how.” With that he slaps Steve right in the sore spot and walks away.

The afternoon flies by in a flurry of lingering stares, soft touches and lots of flirting between you and Bucky. It’s almost time to have some dinner and you’re crouching just above the reach of the waves working on a sandcastle. A large foot comes into your peripheral vision and you look up and squint at bright blue eyes. “Hey. Is it time to eat?” He kneels beside you and smooths out some sand for the castle you’re about to put down. “Nope, not just yet. I was wondering where you went off to. Want some help?”

The two of you spend the next half hour perfecting the sandcastle and laughing about the day’s events. Clint yells for you to come grab some food but when you stand and look out over the water you can see the sun is close to setting. “You know what Buck, I’m gonna wait and watch the sunset first.” You search around for your towel realizing you left it by the beach chairs. Bucky grabs your hand, “tell you what, I’ll grab us a blanket and some food if you let me join you.”

Hoping your sun kissed cheeks hide your blush you happily agree, thanking him before he jogs off. Nat scares the shit out of you when she grabs you from behind and whisper yells, “what’s that all about? Do you two have a date?” Throwing her a dirty look you roll your eyes, “no. He’s grabbing some food and he wants to sit and watch the sunset with me.” Now she rolls her eyes, “ok, so it’s not a date but just a super romantic hangout.”

You look up and see Bucky making his way back, “go away, here he comes.” She blows you a kiss before taking off, waving at Bucky on the way. “Thank you for getting this, I didn’t realize how hungry I was!” He sets out the blanket and waits for you to sit, placing the plates down and handing you a fork. You eat in comfortable silence, your toes just close enough to the waves that they get wet on the big ones.

An involuntary shiver runs through you from the cool breeze and Bucky puts his arm around you. “I’d offer you my shirt, but I don’t have one at the moment.” You giggle and scoot closer to his side. “That’s ok, you’re really warm.” He dips his head, breathing against your lips, “thanks for letting me sit with you.” You’re distracted by his mouth, tilting your head ever so slightly, “I’m happy you’re here, sunsets over the ocean are beautiful.”

Another soft breeze blows some hair into your face and Bucky carefully tucks in behind your ear, “so beautiful.” Your lips turn up into a small smile as you ghost your fingers over his bare chest, leaning in even closer. “Hey you two, let’s go! We’re making S’mores!” Bucky squeezes his eyes shut and rests his forehead to yours, groaning loud enough for you to hear.

A splash of sand brings your attention to a pair of feet that belong to Sam, his wide grin focused on you while he waits. “Well, come on!” Bucky stands and helps you up, mumbling under his breath, “way to cock block Wilson.” Sam just chuckles and gets between you, throwing an arm around you both and heading toward the bonfire.

You shove the gooey goodness into your mouth and lick your fingers clean of chocolate, unaware that Bucky is staring. His large thumb reaches up and wipes away some marshmallow, drawing your attention right away. “Thanks,” you say, your voice shaky as his hand lingers at your jaw. “You have some chocolate right there.” Your pinky touches the corner of his mouth and his tongue darts out to lick it off, catching your you finger in the process.

Inhaling sharply, you slowly pull it away, Bucky’s husky voice dragging you from your haze, “wanna go sit by the water?” Pushing yourself off the log you stand and follow him onto the sand, his hand reaching out for yours once you’re closer to the water. You spot the blanket you left out from earlier and pull him down onto it, laying back and looking up at the stars. The quiet fizz of the waves at your feet makes you yawn, pulling your arms closer around yourself. “Cold again?”

Bucky’s face hovers above you as lays on his side, leaning on his elbow. “A little.” You can easily see his smirk under the light of the moon, “good thing I have a shirt this time.” Sitting up he undoes the few buttons that were closed and shrugs it off. You wrap it around your shoulders and lay back down, this time facing him, “thank you.” His hand rests on your thigh, lightly squeezing the soft flesh as he works his way higher, “you’re welcome. Let me know if you’re still cold.” You nod and stifle a second yawn, smiling brightly when you hear his laugh. “What? It’s been a long day, I’m so tired.”

His hand slides under your dress and closes around your hip, dragging you into his chest and you can’t hide the whimper that leaves your parted lips. “Were you expecting to sleep tonight, baby?” His words send the blood rushing to your ears, your head dizzy with the feel of his body pressed alongside you. Closing the gap, he hooks his leg over your waist and brings his hand up to cradle your neck, gently nipping at your lips before kissing them softly.

Carefully rolling on top of you he wedges his thigh between your legs, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth then tracing over the swollen flesh with his tongue. His name leaves your lips like a prayer and you purr, raking your nails down his back while he trails hot kisses along your neck. The waves break at the shore and fan out over the sand, lightly kissing your toes as Bucky takes your breath away.

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aiikawarazu · 3 years

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Hourglass Chapter #21

Title: Winter Flower

Rated: M

Summary: The times when she was confined to her prison of hourglass was long gone, she had broken free from it now. And even if it was just to live in the moment with Eren, this was the only time Mikasa ever felt real. This was the only time in her life when she knew what she wanted to do. And for sure she didn't want to waste any single moment with him worrying about anyone – or anything else. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to be by his side. For now, Eren was right there beside her and for Mikasa, that was more than enough.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin

"That witch!"

Ayako let out a bellow, followed by a loud thud when her small fist hit the wall with tremendous force. The other three people in the vicinity jumped from their seats and looked at her, startled.

"W-what's going on?" Armin asked. In his surprise, he had spilled the hot green tea inside his cup, the scalding liquid now burned ferociously against the skin on the back of his hands, but Armin's attention was much taken by Ayako's rage that he was completely oblivious to the pain. On the seats across him, Eren and Mikasa were also watching their friend with great attention – Mikasa's brows furrowed, Eren's mouth gaping slightly, both seemingly as surprised and puzzled as he was.

As usual, the four of them were rounding up in the empty Home Economics classroom during lunch period. It was early March, and though weather was beginning to get warm, none of them was brave enough to challenge the cold and go to the school rooftop for lunch. They were talking about the TV show last night when suddenly, Ayako – who was standing by near the large window on the side of the classroom, surprised all of them with the sudden yell.

"Ayako, what's wrong?" Mikasa asked again, as Armin's question was left unanswered. But Ayako wasn't looking back at them. Instead, she looked at something outside the window, down on the school courtyard, her long brown hair disheveled across her face, which bore the look of frustration and outrage. She seemed like she was too preoccupied, or too angry, to put anything into words. Curious, the three of them exchanged looks. Then, seeing as Ayako clearly wasn't going to answer anything, they quickly slipped out of their seats and joined her, eager to catch a glimpse at the scenery that's suddenly plunged her into this state of rage.

Mikasa didn't know what to look for at first. But Ayako nudged her ribs and pointed exactly at two figures on the bottom right corner of the courtyard, near the entrance to the soccer field. A boy and a girl were standing there, facing each other, the girl slightly tilted her head up to look at the boy. From up here, they looked just like any ordinary couple who had gone out to the court for their lunch, but Mikasa recognized the side figure after a mere few seconds.

Jean and… Mikasa had to narrow her eyes to be sure of the girl who was with him, but she saw her everyday – surely she couldn't be mistaken. It was Nanako.

She frowned, then turned to face her friend.

"I don't understand…"

"Neither do I," Ayako replied, her teeth clenched. "What is that wench doing out there with Jean? Surely she is up to no good again."

"What's going on?" Eren seemed like he didn't understand a thing. "Why are we talking about that Horseface?"

"For your information, Yeager," Ayako cut in impatiently, "That person right there in the field," she jabbed with her finger to the figures of Nanako and Jean, "With Jean… is the likely person behind all those incidents targeting Mikasa, and you."

"By the way, she's a girl from your class," Armin supplied helpfully, "In case you don't remember."

"I can't even remember what I ate for lunch," Eren said simply, and peered out of the window with curiosity. Mikasa gave him a disdainful look. "I told you about this," she reminded him. "There is a girl in our class who likes Jean, and she hates me for rejecting him." Eren gave out a low whistle.

"Now I remember. That is the stupidest thing I heard, even including the all the school gossips combined." He continued watching out the window with great interest. "I don't know why you think this is a bad thing… sounds like that chick has scored herself a pretty nice goal then, she and Horseface look awfully chummy." The couple were now sitting together on a bench near the soccer field, and unpacking their lunch boxes. Eren was right, they seemed to be having a good time. "Bet my whole lunch this week they'd be fucking each other before March ends."

"You said that because you didn't know her!" Ayako yelled in frustration. "Nanako is a vicious snake! And whatever down there she's doing with Jean, and everyone knows the story between Mikasa and Jean – is going to have something to do with Mikasa in the end… and with you!" she looked even more exasperated now. She played nervously with her fingers and drew a deep sigh, her rage had subsided and instead was replaced with anxiety as she bit her lips in silence, brows furrowed, still looking at the couple with deep concentration.

"Oh, if only I could prove that she was behind all these," Ayako muttered in desperation. "Stalking Mikasa and everything… I'd drag her out in the open, but she would just deny everything…"

"I think," Mikasa said quietly, "That you lots have become somehow more absorbed in this than me. I know," she added quickly when she saw Ayako was about to protest. "I know you did this for me. And I'm grateful, really. But I don't want my friends getting in a lot of trouble because of me," she made a heavy emphasis on the last word, and paused for a while.

"Trust me… compared to what I used to face in my house… this is nothing."

There was such a dark tone in Mikasa's voice that made the three others immediately exchange looks. The atmosphere seemed to suddenly grow heavier with her words. Ayako shifted uncomfortably in her place.

"I don't really care," Mikasa continued, "If they mark my desk with a flower, or throw away my books every day, or accuse me of sleeping around with boys. I said this before, and I'll say it again – I can endure it. I don't mind to endure it, and for me, silence is the best option to their child-like pranks." She walked back to the table where they sat before they all ran to Ayako's side near the window. Then, she picked up her cup and stared absent-mindedly at it for a while. "And I think you forgot," she put the cup down with a small thud, now turning to face the three, who noted with relief that she was now smiling, albeit just slightly.

"I'm stronger than you all are," she said this with a hint of arrogance, but it was such matter-of-fact that none of them could argue further. "I can take on all these people. And as long as you are on my side… then I'm not afraid of anything."

She seemed like she was addressing the three but in the end, her eyes shifted slightly to where Eren was standing. She was looking directly at him. Her smile grew a bit wider, and her expression had changed into something a lot softer. Wordlessly, Eren mirrored her smile. He had never become bored observing how pretty she was, how magnificent… He knew he had been looking at her for a long while, but it's not enough – he could look at her all day – and every time he saw her, there's a certain familiar feeling of warmth that seemed to wash over him.

"Nanako can turn the whole school upside-down if she wants to," Mikasa continued again, this time looking at Ayako and Armin. "In the end, it's me she wants. If it's really her behind all of these, then… when the time comes… she'll go for me. Until then, just stay out of trouble, Ayako." Mikasa now pinned the brown-haired girl with her sharp gaze. "And you too, Armin. Don't waste your energy on her. She is not worth it."

***

It wasn't easy for Armin to find an excuse to talk to Jean.

For one, they weren't in the same class, or in the same extracurricular club. And though they both had people they knew in common – Mikasa and Ayako – this time Armin had to approach Jean without their help, which made the task more difficult for him.

It also didn't help that the only time Armin ever spoke to Jean face to face was during him and Mikasa's failed date attempt last year, in which Mikasa deliberately drag him to her date without previously informing him or Jean. Armin could never forget the murderous look Jean had on his face that day. He looked at Armin as though the blonde boy was some kind of disgusting pest he wanted to crush under his feet, and Armin had to spend several agonizing hours fearing for his life lest Jean would murder him out of spite.

To tell the truth, Armin wasn't planning on approaching Jean by himself. Mikasa had made a fair point to stop them from meddling in her affairs with Nanako, but Armin wasn't convinced. He had never seen Nanako in person, never conversed with her – yet he had a pretty good idea about this person from the way Ayako and Mikasa described her. If he was right, and usually he was rather good at deducing people's personalities… Nanako was not just interested in destroying Mikasa. Yes, Mikasa might be her end target, but Mikasa was wrong if she thought Nanako would just go straight to her in an attempt for revenge. From what Armin knew by words, she was foul enough to also extend the damage to anyone else she saw associated with Mikasa Ackerman.

And that, of course, also included Jean Kirstein.

That was the sole reason Armin wanted to find out the nature of relationship between Nanako and Jean, but first things first, Armin really wasn't sure on how to approach him. He had spent the whole day yesterday, diligently stalking Jean and trying to find an opening that he could use. These days it seemed like he was gradually getting used to stalking and hunting, Armin noted to himself with a bit of wonder. And what surprised him even more, was the fact that he actually enjoyed the thrill. Maybe he had been looking for some interesting events to distract him from the boring school life, after all…

And today, Armin waited in the corner, tense with anticipation. He finally decided that the best time to approach Jean was a few minutes nearing the end of the lunch break – he saw Jean heading down the stairs to the ground floor, toward the row of the vending machines installed near the inter-building corridor. Armin saw Jean put in his coins to the drink vending machine, pressed a few buttons, then bent down to retrieve his canned drink. Jean was alone, thank God, it will make things easier…

Jean finally retrieved his canned hot coffee, bent up again, clicked his can open, and after a sip, began to walk to where Armin was hiding.

Armin counted carefully, inside his head, taking care to act only with the most precise timing. Then, when he finally reached five, he drew in a deep breath and emerged abruptly from the corner. Quite naturally, Jean, who was walking fast to the opposite direction, didn't have enough time to dodge him. He tried to stop in the last second but a collision was unavoidable. They collided, Armin fell to the floor, Jean let out a loud yell, and his canned coffee came crashing to the floor with a loud clank. From the scorching sensation on the front of his shirt, Armin knew that he must have spilled some of the liquid on his uniform. Not wasting any seconds, he proceeded to his next act with ease.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!" he said. "I was in a rush.. didn't see where and I'm going… and I spilled your coffee too… sorry, I'll buy you a new one… wait here."

He handed a piece of handkerchief to Jean, who was wildly confused, still processing what's happening.

"T-that's alright," he stuttered a bit, taking the handkerchief out of Armin's hand, and watched wordlessly as the blonde boy hurriedly made his way to the vending machine, and came back a few minutes later with the exact same drink.

"Sorry again," Armin said, handing over the coffee to Jean. Jean thanked him out of courtesy, and began to observe the boy more carefully.

"Aren't you Ackerman's friend?" he asked, taking the canned coffee from Armin a little mindlessly.

"I'm Armin Arlert," he said, opening his own can of coffee and slipping in casually beside Jean. "We have met before."

"I remember," Jean replied in short. That event might be last year but the disastrous date with Mikasa was still fresh in his memory.

"I – I want to apologize for that time," said Armin quickly. "I really had no idea what's happening… Mikasa just told me to come along with her, so I agreed. And…"

"All good," said Jean. "It's not your fault. The look on your face when you knew what you got yourself into… it was quite amusing, though."

They exchanged short, awkward smiles for a while, and Armin felt Jean began to tense less at his presence.

"Things haven't been calm around Ackerman lately," Jean remarked after a while, seemingly trying to find topics to continue his conversation with Armin.

"Certainly," Armin replied, sighing. "Somebody's really got grudges against her. And decided to bring the whole school into it."

Jean stared listlessly into the distance. "Figured. But Ackerman's been a good feed for the rumor mills even before all of these. People scrutinized every aspects of her life no matter what she did. Maybe not a day has ever passed peacefully in her life…"

"Tell you the truth," said Armin, "She's quite happy people's been ignoring her existence these days. Helped her to keep a much lower profile." Jean looked at him, rather surprised. "Was that really what she said?"

"No, but I know Mikasa," said Armin, looking back at Jean, smiling slightly. "She's about tired being in the center of everyone's attention for well over a year now."

Jean regarded this point carefully. "Whoever's doing this must be not so happy now," he said after a while, voicing Armin's thoughts out loud, and Armin remarked how notably sharp Jean was. "Ackerman's not exactly playing on their favor."

"She doesn't," Armin agreed. "All the more reason they might try something different… and more desperate, soon."

"Yeah," Jean grinned slightly in frustration. "Anyway… I have to go, thank you for the coffee…," he made a start to get back to his own classroom but paused, flicked a glance to Armin and hesitated for a while, before speaking.

"Is she really dating Yeager? Not that I'm being nosey about it –" Jean added quickly. "I'm just… just curious."

That was a poor excuse, and even Armin could tell Jean's real intention. But the boy responded in kind.

"I don't know," he said honestly. "Mikasa never really talked much about her personal affairs. But they've been really close lately, and out of us all… I know that she trusts Eren the most."

Jean's heart sank even further at this revelation. "I see," he mumbled under his breath. Armin watched in silence as Jean looked pointedly at his toes, shifting uncomfortably for a while. Then Armin started again, "I'm sorry to ask, but… are you still… you know…"

"Huh," Jean seemed to have lost his focus. "What?" he asked to Armin, and the boy, turning a bit red now, repeated his question.

"You still have a crush on Mikasa?"

Jean looked embarrassed with Armin's straightforward way of asking it. But he looked even more embarrassed as he tried to answer it.

"Maybe," he muttered vaguely, "I don't… I could… yeah, maybe."

"Sorry," said Armin immediately, "I – I shouldn't have asked."

"That's about the fiftieth 'sorry' for the day, Arlert," Jean replied, with more genuine humor this time, and Armin looked relieved. "It's just that… I've seen you around lately with this girl," Armin admitted. "I just wonder… maybe…"

"With a girl?" Jean seemed to be thinking for a while. "Oh, you mean… Toda. Yes, I've been spending time with her." He looked back at Armin, who nodded. "I don't know her name… but I know she's Mikasa's classmate… short brown hair, rather small build?"

"Yeah, that's Toda alright," replied Jean. "She's in the drama club with me… nice girl, she is… we had good times… she gave me lots of advice on life and helped me make my homework. She –" he stopped when he saw Armin's expression slightly changed. The blonde boy suddenly looked a bit sick, like he was forced to watch people throw up in front of his face. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," Armin lied. His expression was quickly back to normal. "I just thought, maybe… maybe you got over Mikasa already."

"Honestly, I never stood a fair chance against her," Jean remarked flatly. "And if she's happy with Yeager… so am I."

Jean waved to Armin. "See ya later, Arlert." Armin kept his cheerful face until Jean was safely out of sight, then returned to his own classroom, his expression full with worry.

***

"Things have been really weird in this school lately," Ymir remarked crassly as she sat together with Historia one day at their club practice. The petite blonde girl looked up from their next drama script which she had been reading intently and regarded her friend with an inquisitive look.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Things look perfectly normal to me."

"For one, Horseface's been screwing around with a new girl," said Ymir, and Historia looked a bit reproachful. Ymir knew she shouldn't have used that kind of language in front of her, Historia's got a refined taste after all – she's part of the Reiss household, easily one of the richest family in the entire Japan. She used to receive strict education in a private all-girls college in Tokyo, one of the best in the country, until some inner conflicts overtook the Reiss family, and she was forced to split from her parents. She lived in Shiganshina now with her sister Frieda, a much more modest life than what she used to have. She was better in every aspects now, one could say she was cruder, but much closer to a commoner lifestyle than when she first arrived in Shiganshina a year ago.

Historia's friendship with Ymir was the primary driving factor behind this change. Ymir was unquestionably crude, crass, with a no-nonsense kind of attitude that was sometimes considered as rude, and a mouth that would have been better remain shut since it had, more often than not, landed Ymir in various difficult situations when she opened it without thinking. As rude as she was, Historia loved her friend dearly, for Ymir had been the one who had been in Historia's side when she was lost and tried desperately to rebuild her life. For a confused girl at the age of fifteen, she was craving that best friend figure to help her through things, and Ymir was, and continued to be, that person for her.

"I still don't see why that's something weird, Ymir," Historia sighed, closing her drama script. "It's a good thing if Jean gets over Ackerman."

"I would say that… if only that girl who's been all over Horseface doesn't happen to be our newest member. You remember her, Historia… the one who suddenly joined after the new term started."

"Oh," Historia seemed to give it a thought, "Yes, bit of a strange time to join a club…"

Ymir scoffed. "A bit? She joined this club because Horseface was here. She was never interested in drama. Have you ever seen her paying any attention to practice? Or stayed behind voluntarily to do chores? Do you realize that she's only stayed behind when it was Horseface's turn to do club chores? And when he's not in practice, she never attended as well. She's all over him, it makes me sick." Ymir looked disgusted. "I don't know why Horseface is even considering her. If she ever breathed a word that's not a lie… I'd go ahead to Mr. Shadis and offer him a piece of steamed potato during class…. like our idiot Potato Girl did."

Historia giggled unexpectantly. "That was mean, Ymir," she said, but she looked rather amused. "That alone made Sasha our school legend though."

"You know I'm not good at reading atmosphere, but she's even worse," Ymir reproved. "She's thick."

"Not thick, just innocent," Historia defended her. "Sasha has this… childhood innocence on her. You just can't bring yourself to hate her."

"The same childhood innocence had her run thirty laps around the school court, Historia," Ymir reminded, and Historia looked glum.

"Oh yes, Mr. Shadis wasn't too nice with that… Sasha nearly collapsed out of fatigue. Good thing we found her on time," she recalled. "She's almost passed out. Miss Ral wasn't too happy when we brought her in… started saying all things about improper punishments at school and how she'd bring this to Headmaster Erwin… Oh, look… speak of the devil…"

Historia stopped just as Sasha Braus entered the sports hall. She walked straight for the stage where Historia and Ymir were sitting side by side, chatting. She waved at them, looking very excited, her hands are full of something, which, as she went nearer the stage, Ymir and Historia recognized as countless packages of chocolate puddings.

"Historia! Ymir! Look what I got for us! Puddings!" she said, and proudly put down the dozens puddings on the floor, some of them rolled to where Historia was sitting, and she picked it up and gave the object a suspicious look.

"Umm, Sasha," she tried to make her point as carefully as she could. "Where did you get these?"

Historia did know that these puddings were, in fact, best-selling items in school cafetaria, and it was unlikely Sasha could have obtained these many using any normal means, considering it was limited to two items per student, and was almost always sold out during the first ten minutes of lunch.

"Nevermind that now," she said, and Historia noted that she'd almost never seen anyone with such greedy looks on their face. She and Ymir exchanged quick looks, Ymir's eyebrows slightly raised, and Historia knew exactly what Ymir was going to say.

What was that about childhood innocence?

"Well if you don't want to tell –" Ymir said, and picked up a container. "Lets just say… that you found these."

"Yes, I found these. When I was done with my Archery Club duties and I made my rounds here… I found these lovely packages of pudding waiting for me in my locker. They're from… my secret admirer."

Historia was going to say something, but Ymir gave her a quick look.

"You know what… I guess… I'll have a dig. Finders' keepers," Ymir said casually, twirling the package in her hands.

"Finders' keepers," Sasha agreed, and began to scoop a mouthful.

Historia gave a sigh, and opened her own pudding container. If there was anything weird in this school, it's definitely Sasha Braus and her monstrous appetite, and how she never seemed to gain weight even though she kept eating.

"Come on, Historia. This pudding isn't poisoned, you know."

The petite blonde girl lowered her spoon and began to scoop a little of the gelatinous chocolate substance. If you can't beat them, join them.

***

She was unexpectedly witty.

Jean loved her humor. She was that kind of person that seemingly just clicked with him. Jean didn't think it was possible before, they rarely had any opportunities to talk. But now that he knew her, every time they conversed, he found that she could draw him right in.

They wandered along the school, spent their free hours together. She brought him lunch box from home, and they chatted about everything. He told her casual things about his life, where he lived, where he used to go to school, stupid things he did when he was younger – all kinds of unimportant things that he wanted to share just because he absolutely enjoyed spending time with her.

She was like a fresh breath of air to Jean. For once, he felt like his efforts actually meant something. For once, it wasn't only him – chasing emptily on someone's back who's never turning to him. With Mikasa, everything was… difficult. She had too high of a wall, too deep of an ocean to transverse. When they were together, it was almost impossible for Jean to guess what's on her mind, she was quiet, she kept to herself, and not a minute pass by between the two without Jean trying uncomfortably to find a topic to talk. And still, their conversations never lasted long.

Nanako was the exact opposite. She was… no other word to describe her – fun. She had interest in almost everything Jean had to say, she laughed at his jokes, and she seemed to like having his companion. Time seemed to fly when he was with her, and Jean regretted why he never knew her earlier. They could have had a good few months, a good year even, and instead of the pain of rejection he constantly felt toward Mikasa when again and again she turned him down, and again he waited for her heart to accept him, but his time never once came. For once, Jean now learned how it felt to have someone actually accepting him. And maybe, just maybe, after all of his bad luck was spent – maybe now life was going to be better for him.

And this one, he articulated to Nanako.

"I wish I'd known you sooner," he said to her one day when they were alone. "I mean all this time…," he said, "All this time you were that close to me. And I never knew… I wish I'd met you sooner but… I'm glad I met you now."

She turned slightly pink at his blunt honesty, then muttered indistinctly.

"I'm just glad you think of me that way, Jean," she said. "I'm glad I met you too."

She was silent for a long time, as they continued walking through the deserted school garden. The bitter cold were biting heavily into their cheeks and almost made Jean's fingers numb – it had been a week of bad weather in Shiganshina, snow was again falling heavily, despite February already coming to an end. Hurriedly, Jean tightened his scarf and put his hands inside his pocket to reach for his pocket warmers to keep his hands slightly warm. School regulation didn't allow students to wear overcoats or any other piece of clothing on top of their school blazers except for scarves, and in winter, sometimes it became so freezing cold Jean wondered how they could survive without an extra layer of clothing. Jean always thought it was a silly rule to not even allow students to dress warmly, and there were times he wished he'd graduate soon so he could go to college where regulations about clothing wouldn't be as strict. But for now, he knew he'd have to make do with another winter, before obtaining his freedom as early as spring next year.

Beside him, Nanako made a brief stop. Jean halted too. He was about to ask her what's wrong, when he heard her suddenly murmured "Oh I wish – I wish I could…"

Jean heard a hearty sniff which made him frown, and he turned to find the girl who stood beside him had, in fact, started crying. Beads of tears were falling down her face from her red eyes, trickled down her cheeks, and down to the front of her winter uniform.

"I'm sorry," she said, in uncontrollable big sobs, that left Jean gaping slightly. "Sorry… I'm so sorry…"

What exactly was she sorry for, Jean could never know. He felt surprised at the sudden turn of events, but at the same time thoroughly miserable. He didn't expect this, he didn't like tears. And especially when a girl cried in front of him it always made him wonder what he did wrong. He didn't know what to do, he wished she would just stop crying. He continued to stand there like an idiot while she was crying sobs after sobs that made her shoulders tremble, until he finally approached her, in his desperate attempt to put an end to this sooner, and awkwardly asked.

"Nanako? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said and Jean couldn't help but point out that nothing could possibly be not wrong the way she was crying like this.

"What's bothering you?" he asked again, hoping desperately that, at least he would sound less awkward than the last time.

"It was just….," she swallowed thickly. "I never… never imagined I would have heard you… I would have heard anyone… saying that to me. Nobody ever loved me… at home, anywhere. And I can't bring myself to love them. I'm just this invisible, unwanted person. It never made any difference whether I lived."

"No," Jean heard himself speak before he could stop it. "Please… please don't say that. Don't say anything about yourself like that." He felt pitiful. He had started this day feeling so happy – he had expressed to her how he was glad to have known her, he'd never have thought things would take their turns this way.

Nanako gave her a sad smile.

"Coming here to school has been my only source of joy. It's been the only times when I feel truly… happy," she sniffed, her voice hoarse with tears. "I'm glad to hear you say that you're happy to meet me, to be with me, but in the same time, I'm afraid… I'm really afraid…." Her face contorted and tears started pouring down her face again. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed, harder this time, Jean had never seen anyone cry with such intensity before – actually, he'd never seen anyone cried in front of him at all, his mind went blank, he didn't know what to do…

"Please," he heard Nanako speak in between her sobs, "P-please… at least… at least say that you wouldn't leave me alone."

Nanako was looking straight at him now, her eyes were puffy, the tip of her nose was red due to cold, she looked so sad, so miserable, and yet… she was the definition of pretty in his eyes. Jean couldn't bring himself to look away, it was as if he was captivated by her, and time had halted to a complete stop.

"Jean…," she said again. "If you leave me alone, I wouldn't… I wouldn't have anyone."

Jean shook his head and swallowed, feeling his words gradually left him. He couldn't find anything to say, and even if he did – it seemed like his brain and his mouth just wouldn't cooperate.

"Jean…"

She had moved closer to him, she was too close now – Jean could see the streaks of tears on her face, her damp eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and her pale, quivering lips…

"Please don't leave me alone."

***

Darkness had never quite left her.

Eren could feel it when he kissed her lips, when they made out, when she, for the briefest moments, albeit with a lot of doubts at first – allowed him to undo the buttons on her school uniform, one by one, until they revealed the beauty of her milky-white skin underneath. It was an inviting sight of beauty that otherwise would have been perfect had it not been for the marks of old scars here and there, traces of abuse that she used to endure during the years of mistreatment she spent in her house growing up.

The first time Mikasa let him undress her, he had been too stunned at the view, and certainly not for a good reason. He had seen her of course, that first night she was on his house, she let him treat her wounds as she told him her story. But that time he had seen only her back, and now that he'd seen her, almost naked, from the front, he could really comprehend how utterly brutal her life was. He paused for a few seconds, his attention completely taken by the dark marks, the old scars, and she, who had been anticipating his move, understood immediately. Hurriedly she clutched the front of her shirt which had been unbuttoned loose by him, trying to block her body from his view.

"They're ugly, aren't they?" she asked, seemingly ashamed at her state, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He didn't stop because they were ugly. He didn't give a damn if they were ugly, they couldn't have stopped him from wanting her. No. He stopped because these scars suddenly made him feel like there was something burning inside his stomach, and he felt a rising desire to punch something to release his anger.

"Wounds will heal, but scars will remain," she muttered slightly, more to herself than to anyone else. "Were you shocked to see these, Eren?"

She didn't sound quite sure, it was as if she was half expecting him to reject her, to call her ugly, as if he could ever do it. But he couldn't lie to her either. Gently he wrapped his fingers around her hands, which had been immensely clutching her shirt, and gave them a squeeze.

"I am," he replied quietly. She looked nervous, sad, and hurt. For a moment she looked like the girl who appeared in front of him that night on Christmas amidst the falling powdered snow. Lost and confused, trying to cling desperately to her one sense of reason. "I was. But it doesn't matter to me. You survived it. These scars are proof – that you have been there, that you endured it, and you came out of it… It's the proof that you are human. You have won your battle. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

She looked at him imploringly, but he only gave a wordless nod. You are not ugly, he said, and she relented, she put down her hands, letting her shirt hang around her body loosely once more. She was dressed in plain, simple white underwear – something of her taste, really. Somehow Eren knew she'd have preferred these than the frilly things, not that it mattered to him, her body was so beautiful, he could have enjoyed looking at her all day. He put his hands around her carefully like she's a delicate piece of artwork made of glass, she put her arms around his neck, pulled him close to her, and planted him a deep, long kiss. Something intoxicating, something endearing, something with a sense of longing. He was reduced to his very basic senses when he was with her, all kinds of reasoning had gone out of his brain while his instincts simply took over.

It was always right with her. They way she moved, sometimes she started with gentle kisses on his lips, sometimes she embraced him as she sat on his lap, kissing him fervently, and he returned with the same fervor, gradually growing more heated as she ground against him, hungry for his touch. She could caress him in a deeply sensual way that made Eren wonder whether she really was a first timer, he almost could feel all the screws inside his brain melt when she touched him, undressed him, and stroked him all over. He hadn't felt this good in a long, long time. He hadn't had sex once ever since he met her, couldn't find his release, and somehow, he knew that any kind of release would have been pointless when he wanted her all along.

The first time they were both naked in each other's presence, Eren was half expecting her to be clumsy, but she wasn't – she was experimental, maybe, she traced her fingers on his chest, stroking his back, seemingly getting herself familiar with the naked body of a man. Then she gradually went lower, found his length, and took it inside her delicate fingers. Soon, Eren found himself laying on the hard floor of their empty classroom, eyes on the ceilings as she put her lips around his hardness in such a natural way, caressing him in her warmth and ran her tongue over it, her hair swaying and her lips moving diligently until she heard his pleasurable groans. She was too good at this. She moved again, even more restlessly now, he didn't try to fight it and sure enough, he came.

She was panting slightly, her eyes looking at him now, satisfied that she brought him to his climax. He cleaned up, then they embraced for a long while. Her body was slick with sweat, her hair was sticking to the side of her face. They didn't say anything, just held each other closely in their arms as the sky outside the window was gradually getting darker.

They took turns satisfying each other's needs, soon it was her lying on the classroom floor, he was pining her down and planting kisses to her body, cupping her breasts in his hands, sucking her nipples gently and exploring her slowly, taking his sweet time to tease her nonstop, enjoying moans after moans that escaped her lips. He slipped his hand between her thighs and felt her through her panties. She was moist and wet, and he knew hecould make her feel even better… He slipped her out of her panties and dropped down and started to use his tongue. She gasped, and tensed at first, but he caressed her inner thighs, wordlessly told her to relax. She relented, giving in to him to do as he pleased with her. He licked, and teased, and kissed at her wet opening. Slowly at first, playfully, teasingly, but that grew more intense before long. He couldn't see her face but her shuddering breaths, her pleasurable squirms, and the way she moaned was more than enough for him. She seemed to enjoy it a lot, and so did he – she came not long after, her hands tensed beside her, her cry was the most satisfying sound of orgasm that he ever heard. Breathless, he emerged from between her legs. "Had a good time?" he grinned, but she was too weak to offer anything in retort.

They were being reckless, Mikasa knew that. She also didn't know what's going on in her minds. Especially since she knew how difficult their situation now was – they were being stalked once, they could be more than likely still being followed and monitored now. And if anyone was trying to spread scandals of her through the whole school, then this would be the perfect opportunity.

But there was a part of her that just didn't care – if Nanako or someone else wanted so desperately to show the whole school how she was far away from the perfect girl Mikasa Ackerman image she used to build, then by all means she would let them have their way. She didn't want to maintain that image any longer, she just wanted to become an ordinary person – she wanted to be put down from the pedestal where people used to admire her. The times when she was confined to her prison of hourglass was long gone, she had broken free from it now. And even if it was just to live in the moment with Eren, this was the only time Mikasa ever felt real.

This was the only time in her life when she knew what she wanted to do. And for sure she didn't want to waste any single moment with him worrying about anyone – or anything else. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to be by his side. For now, Eren was right there beside her and for Mikasa, that was more than enough.

***

People laugh for a variety of reasons. Mostly it was to display a sense of positive emotions: joy, mirth, or happiness. Other times, it could also display less than comfortable emotion: nervousness, sarcasm, or people might choose to laugh out of courtesy.

However, nothing might compare to the laugh that came out of a bedroom in a comfortable two-story house occupied by Toda Nanako and her family, as she explained to her friend Akiyama Emi what happened that afternoon, laughing in obvious satisfaction, for a cause that certainly was not a good one.

"You should have seen his face, Emi! I told him, don't leave me, don't let me go, Jean and he just stood there like some kind of idiot! He completely believed everything I told him!"

"And… and then you kissed?" Emi said, looking unconvinced.

"Of course we did! I gave him a looong and nice kiss that he wasn't able to deny! I've got him now, I know I've got him! Oh, this is going to be so good now…"

"But I thought…," Emi frowned slightly, beaming at her friend. "I thought you like Jean, Nanako. Why are you doing this? I thought it's Ackerman you hate."

"Oh, I like Jean alright," Nanako said cheerily. "He's tall… he's handsome… and he's so pathetic with his obsession with Mikasa. People like him are so easy – he's been chasing Mikasa for so long that he forgot how it's like to have somebody actually liking him back. Just use that against him and voila! He's on the palm of my hands now. I know exactly which buttons to push! Isn't this so amazing?"

"You'll hurt Jean, you know," Emi said carefully, "If he finds out about all these…"

But Nanako gave an obvious scoff.

"You're an idiot, Emi! That's not how it's going to work! See – that bitch Mikasa doesn't seem to care anymore about her reputation, and that Yeager bastard is putting a stop to all the bullying because people are too afraid of him. So I'm going to strip Mikasa off her power, one by one, until she has nothing left! Don't you see why she could act all indifferent, still coming to school with her straight pretty face, as though nothing ever happened?"

Emi shook her head.

"That's because… she had a damn good support system that continued ruining my plans!" Nanako carefully lined up four chess pieces on the table.

"That slut Ayako…"

She put down the rook

"That son-of-a-bitch Arlert –"

She put down a bishop piece

"That bastard transfer student, Eren Yeager –"

She put the knight piece on the table

"And… of course that bitch Mikasa herself."

She put the queen piece in the middle, surrounded by all three chess pieces.

"They're all different, but they're just as troublesome," she sneered. "Arlert and Ayako's been snooping around, sticking their nose in every places – almost caught Tachibana last time but he was clever and he informed me. Such a bad move for people who are trying to keep everything discreet… Now I have no choice but to take down one…," she flicked the rook piece and it fell sideways on the table, "… by one…," another piece fell, this time the bishop, "by one." The knight piece also fell, it clattered on the table and now there was just the queen piece standing tall in the middle of its fallen comrades.

"And where does Jean fit in all of this?" Emi asked wonderingly, and Nanako gave a small tut and a concerned look.

"Just picture this in your head, Emi… just as Mikasa was slipping lower, and lower, and lower… Jean's going to be more and more heartbroken, and lost. He's going to be confused, he's going to need someone… And what else does he need, if not for a person beside him, to comfort him, to tell him that she loves him, and it doesn't matter how long… she will wait for him." Emi regarded her friend with a surprised look on her face. "Brilliant, isn't it?"

But Emi didn't answer the question. Instead, there was a long, heavy pause before she finally muttered. "You have changed, Nanako…"

"Oh no, Emi dear, no…," she said, shaking her head and chuckling to herself. "I didn't change. You just started to know me better."

***

One ring. Two rings. Three rings.

Ayako stirred sleepily and reached her hand to her bedside table, mumbling quietly to herself. She had been woken up by the sound of incoming chat messages from her phone. Not even halfway awake, she looked at her phone clock and it showed 32 minutes past one in the morning. Who was chatting her in the middle of the night? She unlocked her phone and read the incoming message, suddenly her face was lit up with a grin.

From: xxx

Operation Urd successful

Begin Operation Verdandi

El. Psy. Congroo

#eremika #hourglass #eremika fanfic #snk #aot #eren #mikasa

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years

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“Honey, I’m gonna...” (First Order!Poe x reader)

What is this? This is the 1st of 14 short prompt requests I’ll be writing as part of my 500 follower celebration! See my call-out for requests (now closed... unless you’re desperate!) and credit for prompt list creators here.

What is the prompt: “I’m gonna end up breaking your little heart in two” with First Order!Poe (I loved this request- thanks @yougottakeeponkeepinon. I hope you like it! I realise you didn’t ask for smut and yet I wrote smut- hope that’s ok too. Sorry if not!)

Author’s note: Hey, have you all seen that picture of Oscar from Dune yet? No reason, just maybe you should have that look in mind while you read this idk.

Word count: I failed on my 500 word limit (which was the point of the challenge). This is 1042. Must do better next time!

Warnings: 18+ only. Explicit smut (esp. fingering). Mild choking. Language.

GIF: By the fabulous, multi-talented @damerondjarin <3

“Miss me, kitten?”

The Commander’s smooth, authoritative tone is a balm and a whipcrack all at once. With three words he has you both molten and standing to attention. You could swear the rod he speaks into your spine is the only thing keeping you standing, the only thing granting form to your pooling, spreading warmth.

You don’t answer, don’t turn to look at him. You simply stand, servile and pliant in this service corridor you have no business being in so late; no business except for this. You thrill as his strong hand clenches the back of your neck, driving you forward. His body pins you flush against the wall, your cheek flattened against cold, unforgiving metal, the buttons and clasps on your uniforms digging cruelly into you skin.

You whimper as his hot breath billows against the shell of your ear, moan as he thrusts his thigh harshly between your legs, spreading them. “Which part of me did you miss most?” he enquires, voice laden with need. The dash of gravel in his tone makes you throb for him.

“I missed your fingers, Commander.” Your hips already writhe on nothing, desperate for his touch.

“So fuckin’ needy.” he growls, letting out a satisfied breath against the nape of your neck as he reaches around to unbuckle you, easily yanking your layers down to your knees. “Let’s take a look at you then, filthy girl.” Obligingly, you arch your back a little, pushing your ass towards him. Presenting yourself to him. The air cool against your already dripping slit. Your bare skin brushing against the starchy fabric of his uniform, feeling the hint of something thick and hard and full of promise beneath.

You get off at the thought that he’s just looking at you, getting hard for you. From knowing he’s at his weakest when you’re this wet, all for him. You imagine he’s so weak he might even give you what you want. Especially when you’ve been so good for him. When you’ve done exactly as he ordered and haven’t touched yourself all week, no matter how incessantly he teased you.

Reasserting his crush on your neck, against your body, his practised hand finds the space at the junction of your spread thighs, fingers ghosting tantalisingly close to where you need them. “I bet you want me to leave these gloves on?” he purrs.

“Please, Commander.” You feel a heat rise over your cheeks at the fact he knows exactly what you need, knows every shameful desire you like him to perform on you.

“You’ve been good, denying yourself.” Your knees almost buckle at the velvet praise in his voice; at the feeling as he drags a finger of his smooth, leather glove along your slick folds. “Now, I’m gonna make you come so hard you won’t be able to look me in the eye for a week, do you understand?”

All you can do at that is quiver, a fractured moan emanating from your lips. Then, he glides a single finger inside you, just as slowly drawing it out again. The motion is akin to a pin slipping from a grenade; you don’t know how something so subtle could lead to such a powerful detonation, but this touch alone sends devastating shockwaves through your core. “So responsive.” He growls. “So thirsty for me.”

He has already kept you waiting so long, touches you so well, that he only needs to pulse his fingers a few times before you are ready to explode, your fuse dangerously short. The Commander adds a second girthy finger, then another, thrusting in and out of you slowly, deliciously, increasing the intensity of your detonations threefold. His thick digits stretch your walls, the ridges of his knuckles beneath those smooth gloves drag deliciously over every sweet spot.

His touch has you begging for mercy; threatens to level you. There’s no holding it back. Couldn’t if you tried.

“Commander, I’m gonna…. Please. Please, can I?”

“That’s it, kitten.”

You clench hopelessly hard around his fingers, gush over them, a broken moan wracking you, almost like a sob. You could cry with how good it feels.

“Pathetic for me, aren’t you?” he teases, and you can hear the self-satisfied smile in his voice as you go limp against him. You’re exposed for him and a sopping, twitching mess; you can’t exactly argue. The only thing keeping you upright the weight of his warm body pressing you securely against the cold metal.

“Turn around,” he commands, barely giving you time to recover before his hands move down to unshackle himself from his pants. “Wanna see that pretty face.”

As you turn, you see -for the first time in the dim light- that he’s brandishing a fresh, bloody wound above his eye, a smattering of grazes over his face, no doubt from today’s mission. “You’re hurt!” You reach out for him instinctively, but he takes firm hold of your wrists and stares you down with sunless eyes.

“Nuh-uh,” he scolds, his turbulent eyes backlit with amusement at your evident concern. His lips ghost softly over yours, foreshadowing a tender kiss you know he won’t give you – never does. “I know I make you feel good but don’t get too sweet on me, Princess. I’m gonna end up breaking your little heart in two.”

It’s inevitable, you realise. There’s nowhere else for this to go. And he makes the admission proudly. But your lips curl into a devilish smile all the same. “Do you promise?”

His eyes radiate a multitude of dark promises. You’ll gladly cling to any he’ll give you. “You want me to break you, baby girl?”

Your pupils blown out, you tilt your head to the side, offering your throat to him. Showing how you belong to him. “Break me. I’m yours, Commander.”

He slides a hand up to your throat and squeezes. In these moments he shows you that he wants you. That he needs you too, even if it’s only for this.

And so, you’ll let him break your heart, if he wants to. Maybe you’re crazy, but you didn’t know how good it could feel to be broken. Not until you belonged to him and he showed you just how healing it could be.

#first order poe dameron #first order poe dameron x reader #first order poe x reader #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x reader #star wars x reader #poe dameron x you #500 follower challenge #500 follower celebration #fic prompt #prompt request

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twiceinadream · 5 years

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Twice React- Alpha Tries to Steal Omega S/O

Requested: Yup

Request: Alpha Twice seeing another Alpha trying to steal their omega S/O from them

a/u: So I’m back with Omegaverse, and I hope the person who requested this sees it; even though it’s been in my inbox for months. It’s kinda more fluff than NSFW so sorry for that, and that some are really long. But please enjoy and thank you for all the love and support. (Alpha’s have a penis (alpha-hood) no matter the gender)

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Nayeon

“Try touching my Omega again. I dare you.”

If there was anything that Nayeon hated most in the world: it was Alphas who couldn’t take a hint. And god forbid, the day one touched you. The two of you had been on a shopping date, when a very prominent Alpha came up behind you in the aisle; they smirked at you as they brushed their hand over your ass, “What’s a nice Omega like you, doing all alone?” You froze as you looked at them, your nervous scent releasing; you watched as they got closer to your neck, before you felt someone tug you into their arms. Nayeon growled at the offending Alpha, “What do you think you’re doing, touching my Omega?” The taller Alpha rolled their eyes, “Just asking if they wanted to know what a real Alpha feels like.” Your girlfriend’s body went rigid, “Is that so?” The Alpha nodded, moving Nayeon out of the way, “And if you wouldn’t mi...” they screamed, as Nayeon knees them in their alpha-hood, pulling you closer to her. Her scent erratic, “Don’t you ever touch my Omega again.” You smiled as you kissed her cheek, her arm around your waist, “Thank you for that, Alpha.” Nayeon smiled, rolling her eyes at the term, “Anything to keep my Omega safe.”

Jeongyeon

“Their eyes are up here. And their Alpha is right here.”

Jeongyeon will admit, she is pretty self-controlled even for being an Alpha. But nothing could stand in her way, when an Alpha tried to claim you as theirs. She didn’t know why she even dragged you to the party in the first place: it was loud, reeked of alcohol, and full of Alphas. You had been lost in the crowd looking for Jeongyeon, when you felt someone grab your wrist; you could already smell them: an Alpha. You turned to see the Alpha gripping your arm as they pulled you to them, “Slow down there, Omega. What’s your hurry?” You tried pulling away, growling, “I’m trying to find my mate.” They laughed, “How about you forget about them for a bit and come with me.” The Alpha raised a suggestive eyebrow as they looked you over, their alpha-hood growing in their pants; you wanted to vomit. “Let my mate go!” Your head snapped to the voice, as Jeongyeon stared down the Alpha holding you, her teeth bared. “This is my Omega.” Jeong’s eyes went wide, “No, they’re mine. And I’m getting them back, even if it kills me.” They smirked, “So be it.” Just as the words left their mouth, Jeong punched them in the face; releasing the grip on your arm, as Jeong grabbed you and ran for the door. Panting as you guys got to the car, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You wrapped her in a hug, nuzzling into her neck as her scent filled your senses, “Stop talking, Jeong. You saved me and that’s all that matters.” Jeong opened her mouth to argue, but closed it placing a kiss on your head, smiling, “I did. Didn’t I.”

Momo

“My mark. My Omega.”

As a person, Momo was always living life as it was; but as an Alpha, no one was allowed within three feet of you. God have mercy on the idiotic Alpha who grabbed you. Momo had thought it would be nice to bring you backstage, as they prepared for their upcoming stage; explaining how everything worked as she clung to you growling at any Alpha who got too close. You playfully shoved Momo away, “Come on, don’t be like that. Everybody’s looking at us weirdly.” Momo pouted, “I just want to protect you, Y/N-ah.” You pinched her cheek, “You are Momoring,” you pointed to the fresh mate mark on your neck, “and this proves it.” You smiled when you watched Momo perform, she was so natural; then you felt someone’s arms around you. You turn to find another Alpha idol eyeing you up, “Hello there, Omega.” You tried to push them away, “Get off, I’m mated.” But that just made them hold tighter, “Good. I like a challenge.” You wanted to punch them when you saw Momo approach, the Alpha smiled, “Good stage out there, Momo-yah.” But Momo just growled, “What do you think you’re doing?” The other idol just laughed, their grip tightening, “Just asking this lovely Omega here, on a date.” At that, Momo’s eyes held a red gleam as her rage rut began to kick in, “I don't know whether your blind or just plain stupid but,” Momo pulled you away from them, showing your mate mark, “this is my mark. My Omega.” The other Alpha just scoffed as they walked away, Momo pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” You shook your head, pulling her closer, “But you’re her now. And that’s all that matters.”

Sana

“If you try to scent them again, I will make your life a living hell.”

Everyone knew, Sana was quite possessive: over her things, her food, you. So the second another Alpha idol tried to scent you, she was livid. You and Sana had been at a café of all places; a place she thought people would at least have manners. But somehow the world was always there to prove her wrong, as she watched you wait in line; well mostly the Alpha behind you who’s been trying to scent you for the past five minutes, and she had enough. Sana rose from the table you guys had claimed, as she went over to the line; you gave her a slight smile as she passed, not expecting her to grab the Alpha behind you by the collar, “What the hell do you think you’re doing.” The Alpha looked at her, shocked, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, lady.” Sana just growled at them, “I just watched you try to scent my Omega for the past five minutes, how pathetic can you be.” Sana scoffed as she pushed them back, taking your hand as she walked out the door, “How could you just stand there?” You looked down, “Sana, Alphas do that to Omegas every day of our lives. I’m used to it.” Sana looked at you in disbelief before you pecked her lips, “But it was kinda hot seeing you stand up for me like that.” Sana flushed, “Anything for my Omega.”

Jihyo

“You just messed with the wrong Omega.”

You were Jihyo’s. Jihyo was yours. But some Alphas are just too stubborn to take the hint. New trainees were always a pain in the ass to deal with, and a task Jihyo either loved or hated. But with you being one of the leading choreographers of JYP, so she was always in the vicinity of you; and the two had been happily mated nearly a year ago, but even now Alphas still couldn’t get the hint. Making her growl as the young Alphas kept flaunting their scent around you, as they watched you dance; they made her sick. It wasn’t until she was making her rounds around the dance studios, when she saw a young Alpha had you pinned against the wall; her eyes went red as she burst into the room, her scent suffocating, “What the hell is going on in here!” The Alpha on top of you immediately jumped off, startled as they turned to face Jihyo, “Uh, Jihyo-nim I…” Jihyo growled, “You are no longer welcome in JYP.” They looked at her with wide eyes, “But I…” The elder Alpha just released more of her scent, “I don’t care. Get out and never come back.” They immediately ran from the room, as Jihyo scooped you into her arms, “Oh my god. Are you okay? Jagi, did they hurt you?” You shook your head, as you buried your face into her neck, “No. Thank you for being here, Angeuli.” Jihyo smiled, “Of course I am. What kind of Alpha would that make me?” You shot back, “A lousy one.” Jihyo looked at you in offense, “Well, excuse me.” You chuckled, “I love you, my Alpha.” Jihyo smiled, “I love you too, my Omega.”

Mina

“Get out of our way. My Omega has needs, I need to attend to.”

Mina knew she shouldn’t have left you. And now she could smell how bad her mistake had been. She had left for the bathroom two minutes ago, and the first thing she could smell as she stepped outside; was the smell of you, everywhere. It took her a second to figure out what was going on and where they were, ‘Wait, Y/N only smells like that when they’re in...oh my god!’ “Y/N!” Mina ran into the crowd as she pushed her way through to find you, her nose immediately led her to a dark corner of the bar where an Alpha had you pinned against a wall; she could see the way you shivered from fear and your heat. “Step away from them right now!” The taller Alpha turned to see Mina, her fists balled, “Why? This Omega clearly needs an Alpha to take care of them.” She growled, “That’s exactly what’s about to happen. I’m taking my Omega home.” They scoffed, “Where’s your proof they’re your Omega.” Mina just rolled her eyes as she moved past him, grabbing you by the arm as you snuggled into her, “Proof enough. And would you mind getting out of they way. My Omega has needs I have to attend to.”

Dahyun

“This Omega. Yeah, they’re mine.”

To most people, Kim Dahyun was probably an Omega at best. But, a definite Alpha at her worst. Dahyun’s personality was so contradictory to her rank, that even you thought she was an Omega; but that all changed when the two of you had been at an award show and some Alpha had grabbed you from her grasp, “What do you think you’re doing?” You attempted to wrestle away from them. “Come on Omega. I can do so much better than Kim Dahyun. That girl isn’t even half the Alpha I am.” You looked at the Alpha in shock, as they pulled you towards them. Well, before a hand stopped you, you looked to see Dahyun her eyes held a red tint as she looked to the bigger Alpha, “You’re right. I’ll never be half the Alpha you are,” You looked at your girlfriend in shock before she gave you a wink, “Cause I’m already three times the Alpha you could ever dream of being.” The larger Alpha scoffed as they released you, pushing you at Dahyun, “In your dreams, Kim. Just know I’m always open if you ever need a real Alpha.” You just smiled, “I’m alright,” you shot Dahyun a small smile, “I already have one.”

Chaeyoung

“Go knot yourself!”

Chaeyoung was raised like a proper Alpha. And taught to fight like one too. It was common knowledge, Chae was short; but that definitely did not make her any less of an Alpha to you. But a lot of people clearly had a lot of their own opinions on the matter, especially when it came to clubs. The two of you had gone out for the night and everything had been pretty uneventful, until it wasn’t. An Alpha had been trailing you around the dance floor all night, and they had finally pounced; grabbing you by the waist as they grinded up behind you. Their alpha-hood half hard making you sick, as you tried to push them off you, “Who do you think you are? Get off me!” They just smiled, “Calm down little Omega. I’m just here to show you a true Alpha.” Suddenly they screamed as they grabbed their crotch, falling to the floor in pain. You looked to them then back up, as Chaeyoung stood over them breath heaving, “That’s what you get for touching my Omega. And while your at it, go knot yourself.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around your girlfriend, “Let’s get out of here.” Chaeng nodded, “Let’s.”

Tzuyu

“You call that being an, Alpha? Clearly you haven’t met me. Or my Omega.”

As an Alpha, Tzuyu always knew she had the upper hand. An advantage she used to protect you, her Omega. She had brought you back to Taiwan for vacation and to meet her family, you smiled as you walked along the sidewalk; listening to Tzuyu describe each character as you passed by shops, explaining what they sold and how to pronounce items, laughing when your accent cut in. The two of you walked hand in hand, until you were suddenly surrounded by a group of young Alphas, the biggest spoke, “Pretty late for the two of you to be out, all by yourselves.” Tzuyu stood taller, “What's it to you?” Another one spoke, “Nothing at all. We’ve just never had the company of an Omega before.” Tzuyu growled, “Well that’s not happening tonight.” The bigger Alpha spoke again, “Says who?” Tzuyu bared her teeth, “Says me. I’m Chou Tzuyu, shall I have my family send someone to chop off your alpha-hoods to teach you a lesson?” At the mention of her name the Alphas became silent, looking at each other before running off; you looked at your girlfriend in amazement, “Is your family really that powerful here?” Tzuyu just laughed, “Not exactly, we just provide a lot of the healthcare here.” You laughed as you leaned against her, intertwining your guy’s fingers, “Scary Alpha, Tzumong.” Tzuyu smiled as you guys continued to walk, “Sweet Omega, Y/N-ah.”

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daredevile · 4 years

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Illuminate [2/5]

Summary: James Barnes, an upcoming artist in Brooklyn lives a routine life. It’s all sunshine and rainbows until you show up at his building, hesitantly becoming his roommate.

Warnings: Swearing :)

A/N: Well, I haven’t updated this in a loong time. And we’re way past summer so @ruckystarnes, hope you’ll still accept this for your summer of aus challenge lol. So, here you go @halfpasttheworst, I know you’ve been the most excited to read the next chapter, this one’s for you :) [This was in my drafts for the last few months and I never finished it...] Anway, hope you like it!!

The sunlight created a warm glow around your figure, its intensity slowly pulling you from sleep. You yawned, rubbing your eyes while adjusting to the sudden burst of light. It was quiet, peaceful even, no pitter-patter of footsteps, just pin drop silence. Milton brushed past your feet, his tiny paws gliding on the floor. You walked into the living room, noticing his mug placed on the counter, calling out his name - to your delight - received no reply. You grabbed a pan and began making breakfast. The growling sensation in your stomach grew minute by minute as you added the ingredients. Relishing the calm atmosphere, you sat in the balcony, watching cars and people go.

“Hey, Buck,” A man burst through the door, scaring the living daylights out of you. He noticed your alarmed expression and raised one hand to calm you down, “Oh, sorry. You must be Y/N, I’m Steve,” He dropped a cardboard box on the counter before shaking your hand.

“It’s fine, James does that a lot,” You replied, distracted by the softness of his hand. Steve’s eyebrows shot up before smirking at the mention of his friend’s first name.

Steve walked towards the couch, you appreciated his casual, friendly manner. Wondering how Steve could have a friend like James, someone who’s the exact opposite of him.

“So, what made you move in here? James is usually picky about roommates,” Steve stared at you intently, his blue eyes speckled with flecks of green and gold. They were mesmerising.

“Believe me, I can tell,” You rolled your eyes, recalling yesterday’s events, “But, I was desperate and this was my only option,”

Steve chuckled at your annoyance, “He’s not so bad once you get to know him,”

It was silent for a moment before you spoke, “Can I ask you something?” He nodded, “What’s wrong with him?” Steve remained silent, his body tensed slightly. “Don’t get me wrong, the guy’s artsy, funny and all - but’s what’s his deal? He seems like someone who’d have lines of women throwing themselves at him.”

“The thing is... he has commitment issues. Almost everything in his life is temporary - he doesn’t like getting attached. He pushes it away before he has a chance to get hurt, it’s his coping mechanism,” Steve’s focus shifted to the cardboard box, “He wasn’t always like this,”

“Let me guess, Lara?” You asked, recalling Steve’s voicemail. He sighed at the mention of her name.

“They were good friends, they understood each other. She took care of him, he did the same for her. They were pretty much lost in their own world. He was convinced she was the one, but...” Steve shook his head, “They fought, argued and soon, they were set on different things. He knew it was coming to an end, didn’t accept it though. I used to find him completely wasted on the couch, destroying the apartment. There was nothing I could do to help him, he just never listened. One day, she left. No explanations,”

You stared at the ground, catching the burst of colour on his paintings in the corner of your eye. No wonder he was closed off and blunt. It was silent again, neither you or Steve could find the words to talk.

“Oh good, you guys are done talking about me,” James pushed himself off the wall, “Gotta say, my legs were starting to cramp,” His eyes trailed the box, his expression was firm, “Thanks for dropping it off, Steve. I’ll see you later,”

“But—“

“I’ll see you later,” The tone of his voice was set, Steve sighed before standing up. He walked past his friend, patting his shoulder.

You scoffed at his expression, mumbling under your breath while his back was facing you.

“Listen, I need the house to myself. So keep yourself busy for the next 6 to 10 hours. Cool? Cool.”

“What? No!” You exclaimed, he paid no attention to your refusal, continuing to set up his easel.

“Wasn’t a request,” He replied, strands of his dark hair falling to the front of his face as he leant forward.

“Fine, you have problems. News flash buddy so does everyone else. If you think you’re tricking me into feeling sorry for you, you’ve got a long way to go.” You grabbed his arm, annoyed at his lack of attention towards you. He eyed your hands, before sighing.

“You’re gonna stand there? That’s where my easel goes,” He chuckled at your expression, receiving a glare, “It was a joke,” He raised his hands up in defence.

Swirling the hot chocolate in your mug, you stepped out onto the balcony, listening to the sounds of the bustling city. For a few minutes, your eyes were absentmindedly set on the traffic below, until a sudden burst of music came from inside.

“Seriously?”

“What?” He asked innocently.

“I didn’t realise we were back in 1942. Dude, this music is old. Older than you even!”

A fake-laugh at your comment, “This is a classic, and it’s much better than the shit on the radio these days. Plus, it’s your fault, I told you to leave.” He said, waving the paintbrush at you. “Dude,” He resumes dabbing paint on the palette, furiously mixing colours on the wood.

“Are you done?”

“Sorry?” You snap out of your daydream.

“Are you done ogling me from afar? If not, sorry to disturb, I know I can be devastatingly handsome. But, it’s distracting.” James sends a smug smile your way, you shook your head to cover the red on your cheeks.

“You wish.” Milton brushed against your foot, satisfaction written over his features.“So, what are you painting?”

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“Let me get this straight, he kicked you out of your own house.” Natasha raised her eyebrow, unable to process what just happened.

“Yes, but no, he just needed some space.” You shrugged, checking the time on your phone. Only 5 hours more.

“Oh please Y/N, he’s being a jerk. I can’t believe you’re actually listening to him!” She exclaimed, motioning Wanda to listen. “Aren’t you the same girl who stood in line at Taco Bell to get those free tacos even though there were two hundred people in front?”

“Whatever. Look, it doesn’t matter, I didn’t want to be there anyway.”

“Now you’re defending up for him. See! This is exactly what Wanda said would happen.”

“What?” You grabbed the packet of Doritos from the table, a smirk appeared on Natasha’s face.

“You like him.”

To be continued

#rae's au summer #rssummerofaus #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #marvel #mcu

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softforcal · 5 years

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okay okay okay. I’m obsessed with your writing (and you, what who said that) but that gryffindor Ash x slytherin reader had me thinking about slytherin Cal and Gryffindor reader cause like the broody hot intimidating slytherin everyone wants ends up getting together with Gryffindor’s Quidditch seeker and captain the princess who embodies the house his housemates loathe? yeah clearly i’m deep in my feelings and your blurbs are totally not making it worse at all ♥️

SLYTHERIN CAL X GRYFFINDOR READER

(I love you)

-okay so Broody hot intimidating Slytherin Cal who i will also make team captain and seeker because yes please

-and classic Gryffindor Quidditch seeker and captain princess

-so the two of you don’t outwardly hate each other

-Ashton is team Captain for Hufflepuff and he’s super into the Ravenclaw team captain so he suggests that the four house team captains do bonding activities to ‘keep everyone friendly’

-(he just trying to get in Ravenclaw girls pants, but Calum agrees because he’ll do what he can to help Ashton get it, you’re just a minor nuisance to deal with)

-so the four of you meet for butterbeer and Ashton and the Ravenclaw girl straight up ignore you and Calum

-Calum is just chilling, not really saying much and you are getting bored as fuck

-so you just kind of look at the gorgeous Slytherin

-he’s as brooding and quiet as everyone says he is

-and being a courageous Gryffindor (who gets bored easily) you’re not just about to sit and be bored so you throw out something that you know he’ll respond to

-”so i don’t see what the big deal is about you.”

-”what do you mean?” he asks, taking a sip of his drink as he looks up at you.

-you shrug, “girls are always throwing themselves at you and i guess you’re attractive but so are a lot of people.”

-he laughs slightly, “name one guy who you think is as ‘attractive’ as i am.”

-”Luke Hemmings.” you state, “Michael Clifford-”

-”that’s two.” he cuts you off, “didn’t ask for a list.”

-and so begins the bickering

-he’s kind of hurt that you think he’s just a pretty face but you’re right, he doesn’t talk much, and when he does, its usually to say something cocky and arrogant

-he’s surprised at the way you’re talking to him, most people don’t have the balls to just outwardly attack him and he realizes you’re a true Gryffindor

-you continue bickering all the way back up to the school and finally Calum snaps

-”if you want to see what the hype is about, maybe you should let me take you on a date and prove to you that i’ve earned my reputation.” Calum suggests

-you narrow your eyes at him. if you say no, you’re backing down from a challenge, but if you say yes, you’re agreeing to go on a date with the most classic Slytherin ever, and your house will have a FIT

-but you refuse to back down, “fine.”

-”i’ll pick you up tomorrow after dinner.”

-before you can argue he’s gone

-Cal and Ash walk away and Ashton’s like “are you serious?” and Cal’s just like “she questioned me.” as if that makes the whole thing chill

-he’s pretty open about it and by the next morning every Slytherin knows that he’s planning on taking you out and knocking your socks off

-girls are jealous as fuck and by lunch everyone, even the Gryffindors, have heard about the whole deal

-Slytherins are confident that Cal is going to make you fall in love with him and Gryffindors are confident that you’ll have the snake wrapped around your finger

-everyone holds their breath as Calum swaggers over to your table after dinner, he ignores all of the Gryffindors who are watching him. complete confidence.

-”lets go.” he says. you roll your eyes, “wow, so charming, how will i ever escape the bounds of lust i have for you.”

-he grins and the two of you leave the Great Hall but you have no idea where you’re going because he’s walking further into the school

-finally he stops and stares at a wall and you’re about to question his sanity when a door appears.

-he opens the door for you and you state “what a gentleman” sarcastically as you enter.

-but your eyes widen when you realize what the Room of Requirement looks like inside.

-its like a game room/arcade. the sort of thing you’d see at a carnival. all sorts of two player games. the race car driver ones, basketball, skee ball, dart boards, everything you could possibly want.

-you turn to look at Calum who’s grinning because he knows he’s surprised you, “the room loves me.”

-”so this is the secret to how you woo girls.” you tease, “arcade games and skee ball.”

-”nah, this date is specially for you.” “oh yeah, why’s that?” “because you, like me, are a team captain and its obvious that you enjoy kicking my ass at a game so i figured, the way into your heart is by some friendly competition.”

-the two of you approach the dart board and he hands you three darts, “do you want to go first or should I?”

-ya’ll competitive

-its not just you and Cal playing against each other, its you defending your houses

-super competition, lots of bickering

-being pretty even at most things which is super frustrating

-before you know it, you’ve tried practically everything and hours have passed

-you look around “we’ve tried everything.”

-”guess the dates over.” he sighs, “so what do you think? still think Hemmings and Clifford are better than me?”

-”well-” you begin which earns a playful shove from him which you return even harder

-”stop that!” you laugh. “you stop.” he insists as you both continue to push at each other

-finally he grabs your hands and secures them at your sides as he keeps you caged against his chest and thats when the laughter dies out

-you’re looking up at him and he’s looking down at you

-you can feel his breath on your face

-he wets his lips and you laugh, “now who has the upper hand Hood!?”

-he rolls his eyes, letting go of you because FUCK you definitely just caught him about to kiss you

-the two of you leave the room of requirement and he walks you all the way back to your common room. “do you think you’ve been good enough to earn a kiss?” you tease

-this fuck knows you’re going to be an ass about it but he also knows you totally actually want him to kiss you.

-so this Slytherin FUCK just grabs you and pulls you to his chest and presses his lips against yours. you kiss back roughly immediately

-he was not expecting you to return his aggression with aggression and that brief moment of surprise lets you push him against the wall and he grins against your lips but quickly turns the tables by flipping it so you’re against the wall and he’s holding you there with his body

-you make out until you nip at his lip and he pulls away, lips moving to your neck as he states “like it rough.” as your fingers tangle in his hair and tug slightly

-you shove at his chest and he immediately pulls away, eying you. he knows you liked the kiss and he knows he made the right choice but he still is a good guy at heart who backs off when pushed

-”i’ll see you tomorrow.” you state before you slip away into your common room

-Cal stands there stunned for a few moments

-who really won that date?

-you’re both terrified now because neither of you knows if the other is just playing around to prove themselves

-you’re both freaked out

-like really bad

-because neither of you can sleep after that kiss

-Ashton straight up being like “Cal you fucked up big time.”

-and you confide in the Ravenclaw Captain because you really don’t want to go out with her and Ash again, its practically a double date and you are NOT ready for that shit

-so Ashton and his Ravenclaw meet up and are like “they’re both so scared, its hilarious. but we should probably tell them right?”

-so Ash tells Cal that you like him and Cal gets super cocky and is like “i knew it!” and then Ashton tells him that the Ravenclaw has told you Calum likes you back and all of Calum’s ego flies out the window because SHE DID WHAT?

-so you both know you’re into each other

-which is… like… thank god, sigh of relief

-at dinner the day after your date, everyone is waiting to know what the fuck happened on your date because only Ashton and the Ravenclaw girl have any details

-you and Calum ignore the shit out of each other and everyone is super disappointed

-you’re almost back at your common room after when Cal grabs you, “meet me in the room of requirement in fifteen minutes.” he instructs before just leaving

-and its like, who does this arrogant fuck think he is

-you go anyways

-walking into the room and its literally just a bed and Calum immediately is like, “look i can’t control what the room thinks we need.”

-unlike last time where he took charge you straight up barrel towards this fuck who is sitting on the edge of the bed and push him down into it, straddling him

-he’s down for you to have control for a bit but when you start grinding down against him he’s like enough is enough

-tearing each others clothes off

-its just raw sexual energy

-but you’re both just way too aggressive and finally he has to pin you down and just be like “look, i control this time, you control next time, deal?”

-you agree

-umf all the good kinky Slytherin sex with choking and biting and straight up GROWLING because yes he’s in control but you are still a lil bit aggressive

-the two of you are so fucking competitive

-you bet your ass its easy as fuck to rile him up

-like he wants to make you cum until you can’t fucking see straight

-so even after he cums, he continues with you until you’re a mess

-collapsing next to each other afterwards and neither of you is down to cuddle because ya’ll aren’t soft fucks, you are a Slytherin and a Gryffindor

-”what’s your recharge time?” “like ten… fifteen minutes?”

-you dom the shit out of him next

-going two or three rounds at least

-lots of aggression

-finally, after the third or forth round, you collapse on top of him and he just holds you like that… so it’s like cuddling… sort of

-yeah you both are super into each other but you try to hide it in public

-sneaking off to bone every chance you get

-still having hella competition at Quidditch games

-hiding marks on each other

-getting pissed off anytime he teases with a mark too high on your neck, always getting him back, its a vicious marking cycle

-until finally you reach a day where he’s like “just do it. mark my neck. i don’t care anymore.”

-cuz he’s tired of hiding the fact that you two have this wild, crazy, sex filled relationship but he definitely feels for you

-he’s tired of seeing Gryffindor guys flirt with you

-being surprised when he offers his neck for marking because you know what this means

-”Careful Cal, or i might think you’re asking me to be your girlfriend.” you tease

-he presses you against the wall, “and so what if i am?”

-”ask me properly and find out, or do you not have the balls… captain?”

-”be my girlfriend.”

-”okay.”

-making out then and there in the hallway and people totally see you two going at it and people are shook

-”next thing i know you’re going to get all sappy and try to hold my hand.” you tease when he pulls away

-he straight up grabs your hand immediately after and smirks at you, “don’t tell me you don’t enjoy this Princess.”

-true fam

-neither of you will admit to loving the sappy shit at first

-and neither of you want to appear to be soft

-but everyone knows you adore each other

-you bicker all the time but it usually ends in giggles or making out

-and you two bicker but if anyone tries to fight either of you, the two of you will fuck them up

-people are not allowed to question your relationship

-like… you two are together and no one is going to stop you

-okay so this is my new fav pairing? wtf

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aconitemare · 5 years

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[jaydick] The New RA pt. 2

The prompts I’m following.

Read on AO3. Now under its own title on AO3, The New RA!

Dick preferred front row seats wherever he went: concerts, movie theaters, games, medieval jousts, niche campus protests, absolutely any interaction between Bruce and Damian, drama between strangers at a party, and – classes. He made it a point to arrive early to every class so he could stake a claim to a desk in the front row. His notes were always better, it was harder for him to be distracted, and the professor called on him a lot more.

His ethics course met on Mondays and Wednesdays and although it was easy, it was still fun. Professor Prince went out of her way to engage students; the essay assignments were genuinely thought-provoking and class discussions maintained an atmosphere of both genuine interest and mutual respect. The only downside was that she never assigned group work, which was Dick’s favorite aspect of every class. So when she finally offered the choice of working on an upcoming project individually or in groups, Dick’s hand went flying in the air to offer his opinion.

Professor Prince motioned to him and Dick lowered his arm. “I think if we work in groups, we’ll be able to cover a lot more of the material as a class during presentations. Plus, what are ethics without societies, right? People come together to debate and decide upon what’s right and wrong, our moral codes depend on our relations to each other.”

“That’s an excellent point,” Professor Prince praised. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ll start assigning groups and everyone can spend the last,” she glanced at the clock on the wall, “half hour deciding which way you’ll argue.” She picked up the roster and began writing the main topics of their current chapter with student names beneath them.

Someone in the back asked a question. “Can we argue differently from our group? Show both sides of the argument?” The voice was a man’s that struck Dick as vaguely familiar. Dick twisted around in his seat but couldn’t figure out from which end of the room the question had originated.

Professor Prince was still writing down names. “I don’t see why not, so long as your group agrees to it.” Dick’s name paired with two other names he didn’t recognize beneath the term death penalty. Already everyone was glancing around the room searching for faces they could pin to names.

It seemed Professor Prince was doing groups of four. The last name added to Dick’s group was Jason Todd. Dick instantly thought back to his RA, embarrassment threatening the corners of his mind. Before he could forcefully push the memory out of his head, though, the voice of the kid behind him crashed into the name with full force.

Dick’s head whipped around. He scanned the ascending rows of students who were standing up and beginning to mingle. If he hadn’t been searching, he wouldn’t have found Jason Todd in the far right seat in the last row, hunched over and scribbling furiously in his notebook. He was wearing the same leather jacket that brushed against Dick’s arms last weekend.

Dick wondered if Jason, too, knew he had ethics class with the guy who came on too strong that Saturday. Which one of them came on too strong? Dick probably had some fault in this situation. It wouldn’t have been the first time he had accidentally slept with someone.

“Please tell me you’re Richard Grayson.”

Dick breaks his bewildered stare to respond to the girl. She has long brown hair and doe eyes. He laughs and holds out a hand for her to shake. “Yeah, that’s me.” He glances at the whiteboard. The only other name is also a guy’s. “Are you Allie?”

“Yeah. Should I – ” Allie points her backpack to the chair next to him. Dick looks back to the top row where Jason has not made a move to get up.

“Actually, I think we should meet up with Jason over there. It doesn’t look like he’s budging.” Dick and Allie exchanged an amused expression but neither was going to enter a stand-off on principle. They began the trek up the stairs, collecting their fourth partner David along the way.

Jason’s look when the three of them sit beside him is truly imposed upon. When Jason made eye contact with Dick, his face tightened but there was no hint of surprise. So either Jason noticed him for the first time at the beginning of this class, or he had known of Dick before the dorm awkwardness.

Awesome.

The group introduced themselves. Dick had a few ideas milling about his head for the project but before he could voice them, Jason was passing down his notebook and outlining how he thought they should design the presentation.

“Wow,” Dick said, waiting for David to pass the notebook to him. “You’re fast, huh,” he observed.

“Yeah, I think we should do it like this,” David declared.

“Yeah, me too,” said Allie.

“Well, hold on, I haven’t seen his ideas yet,” Dick interjected. On cue, David passed him the notebook. Jason’s handwriting was meticulous and uniform to the point it almost looked typed. The organization checked out. Jason had written “Person 1” and “Person 2” and so on next to each aspect of the death penalty to delve into. There was definite flow and if this was a debate team, it had good bones for winning.

Dick looked past the classmates between them and straight at Jason. “Where are the points against the death penalty?” He was sure it was an oversight on Jason’s part, that he was getting to the next side when they all sat down.

Jason shrugged. “Couldn’t think of any.”

“You couldn’t think of any?” Dick repeated.

“That’s what I said.”

Allie chimed in. “I mean, we don’t have to include both sides, I’m pretty sure. I don’t think it matters.”

Dick cut a sharp glance at her. “Tell that to the people on death row,” he challenged. He immediately regretted it when Allie straightened up as if to pull away.

Jason adjusted in his chair so his knees were angled towards Dick. He was the picture of ease, which wasn’t fair, because Dick didn’t feel at ease whatsoever across from him. “Look, the professor said we don’t have to cover the same side of the argument. If you want to throw a few slides in for why the death penalty is bad, you should.”

“Oh, I’m free to throw a few slides in?” Dick said too quickly to reel in the sarcasm. Why hadn’t Jason approached him sooner? Was he mad Dick rejected him? This was a conflict of interest. “I think your bias is showing,” Dick threw down.

Both David and Allie’s spines were flush against their chairs now. “Because I didn’t include the opposite argument in an outline I made in less than three minutes? You’re the one getting worked up. Maybe you’ve got a bias, Dick,” Jason fired back.

David laughed uncomfortably. “Hey, guys, let’s not name-call.”

“That’s his name,” Jason said at the same time Dick said, “That’s my name.”

“Oh,” murmured Allie. “You go by that.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Dick conceded. “Maybe I don’t want to be a part of a presentation that expounds upon the merits of taking lives legally. Ethics class or not, it’s disturbing. I mean, it’s not like we’re doing – ” Dick read off a term from the white board, “Rehabilitation.” Dick winced. That sounded pretty important, too, actually.

“Would you calm down?” Jason asked. “We’re not on jury duty, okay, we’re not literally sending murderers to their deaths here. Although, it’s good to know that if we were, you’d be set to let the Joker walk free.”

Dick officially did not feel bad about slamming the door in Jason’s face anymore. “Not free,” he corrected, “just alive.”

“He’s out of Arkham every other news segment,” Jason exaggerated and waved a hand in the air. “The only way to stop scum like that is to put them down.”

Dick’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t help it. “And you’re in charge of my dormmates’ well-being, huh? That’s going to work out super well; you’re so compassionate.”

“Uh, I’m going to go,” announced Allie, and so she did, grabbing her books and squeezing by David and Dick.

“Is everything alright?” Professor Prince asked from closer than Dick expected. He didn’t dare break Jason’s intense glare though. He was only half-sure he was capable of looking away if he wanted to. Jason’s eyes burned like rope around his wrists.

“Everything’s fine, sorry, Professor,” replied Dick while Jason said, “I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m pretty sure it’s with me for whatever reason you’ve got bouncing around in that bobble head of yours.”

“That’s egotistical of you,” noted Dick.

Then Professor Prince was standing right by Dick’s shoulder. Jason and Dick broke away simultaneously to acknowledge the woman standing tall with her – shocking muscular, how was Dick just noticing this? – arms crossed against her chest. “It appears this argument has crossed over into the personal. I’m going to have to ask you two to leave so the rest of the class can be productive.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jason mumbled. He was rapidly gathering his stuff.

Dick hadn’t unpacked his bag and so he simply swung it over his shoulder. “My apologies,” he told her, hoping he came off earnest. “It won’t happen again.”

Professor Prince stepped to the side to allow them passage. “If it does, you know where to take it.” She pointed to the door.

Dick nodded. “Right.” He ducked his head in shame but managed not to scurry out lest he seem too scolded. Outside the classroom, he was tempted to head to the student center but decided to hang back instead. Dick’s temper tended to run more cool than hot and he was only a few steps away when he began to regret the escalation. So he leaned against the wall and waited until Jason had emerged.

Jason did not look nearly as calm. His brows were still pulled taut in angry slashes over his stormy eyes. He actually trudged right past Dick, his knuckles turning white over his backpack.

Dick pushed himself off the wall and hurried after. “Hey,” he said, “can we talk?”

“Again?”

“Would it sweeten the pot if I told you I was apologizing?” Dick tried.

“Thank you for the apology,” Jason said curtly.

“Okay,” said Dick, taking it in stride. Apologies were rarely comfortable for the apologizer. “I want you to know that I don’t actually care about the death penalty thing.” Dick grimaced. “Well, okay, I do care a lot actually and would love some day to talk to you about your views –” Jason made a pained noise, so Dick skipped over that part, “But anyway, that’s not an urgent thing. I’m just saying that though I think it’d be a mistake for you to send even the Joker to his deathbed, I wouldn’t think you’re a bad person for doing so.”

Jason stopped walking and gave him a disbelieving look. “You said you were apologizing, not giving me your hypothetical blessing.”

“I can do both.”

“No, because now it’s like you’re forgiving me for something that is literally never going to happen but I’m still at fault for.”

Dick had to taken a quiet moment to consider that. He didn’t like how Jason was putting him through the ringer here, but he was doing his best to sympathize and Dick could maybe see how his approach was off. He inhaled deeply. “Okay,” he said for a second time. Resetting. “You’re right. But I’m not done yet.”

“Seriously?” Jason said, but Dick could tell the anger was draining out of him. Dick smiled, appreciating the pout that was absolutely forming on Jason’s lips.

“I’m also sorry for slamming the door in your face,” he finally said. Jason looked away, which was comforting because it meant he was flustered over it too. “I stand by that I 100% was not hitting on you, but my bedside manner afterwards could’ve been gentler.” And because Dick’s mouth is its own trolley problem, he tacks on, “I know it’s not easy to be rejected by me.”

Jason’s mouth parted to say something when he closed it and walked off, leaving Dick to stand there and admire his own wit. “It was a joke!” he called after, but he let Jason be.

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#sorry if its boring i originally wrote chapter 3 first but midway i was like nah this needs a bridge #jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #fanfiction for the void #dc

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viperbranium · 6 years

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a stucky awful-first-date au

Since @lasenbyphoenix gave me the go-ahead, now I can share this with you guys :D

Thank you SO MUCH for commissioning me, love! It was an absolute pleasure, and I really hope you liked it! <3

Bucky

Steve spends the entire first 10 minutes of their, open quotation marks, date, close quotation marks, checking his phone ever 3 seconds and texting.

He shoots Bucky an apologetic smile for it, says, “Sorry. My friends are about to have a baby,” and scratches the back of his neck a bit shyly.

As far as excuses go, it’s not the worst one Bucky’s heard. Neither is it particularly promising, but it’s not like Bucky’s never needed a get out call himself. Steve had no way of knowing how Bucky was going to be, and he can’t fault the guy for trying to be prepared for every possibility, so he tries to not be too offended by it at first.

However, as the minutes go by and Steve keeps checking his phone like he needs to keep making sure he still has his way-out, it does become kind of offensive.

“Cute,” Bucky says, probably a bit more sharply than he intended, though he’s not sure Steve notices. He’d very much prefer it if the guy was straightforward with him, but he’s not gonna call him out on his bluff. He’s a friend of Sam and Nat’s after all, Bucky’s willing to give him a chance. “I hope everything goes well. Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know,” Steve says, smiling fondly. “They’re hoping for a boy. They think two women in the house is enough.”

His tone is warm as he speaks, and the way his eyes shine is actually convincing. At least he’s trying his best to not make Bucky feel bad over this. Bucky can appreciate that.

He offers him a tight smile in turn, for lack of something else to say, and asks, “So you know what you’re ordering yet?”

“Oh. Um,” Steve says like he just remembered where he is, and reaches for the menu.

Maybe he’s just a bit nervous, and as soon as he loosens up a bit things will turn out fine.

Things don’t turn out fine.

Bucky’s hopeful for a grand total of 7 minutes.

Steve and him make small talk, and the guy seems nice enough. A bit stiff, perhaps, but maybe he’s just not good at the whole dating thing. Not that Bucky can talk, considering how his dating situation –or lack thereof– has been so sad for so long that Nat felt compelled to take matters into her own hands and set him up with one of Sam’s friends.

One of Sam’s huge and muscular and absolutely gorgeous friends, to be precise. Maybe Bucky should switch gyms.

Then the waiter comes to take their order, and “a bit stiff” doesn’t remotely cover it anymore.

“I’m Brock,” their waiter says with a carefully neutral smile. “I’ll be your waiter this evening. Can I get you handsome gentlemen a drink to start off with?” He follows that up with a wider smile towards Bucky, and something edging on a wink.

Steve went completely tense across the table the moment Brock showed up, but he starts outright scowling by the time the man tries charming Bucky. God. Save Bucky from men who think people in customer service positions were being genuine rather than trying to do their jobs. Also save Bucky from men who thought they could get possessive of a first –and it was also starting to seem like last– date.

“A new server would be appreciated,” Steve answers with his jaw clenched.

“Sorry,” Brock says, smiling widely at Steve. “Can’t do. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, boys.”

“I’ll have a club sandwich and a diet coke,” Bucky fills in the terse silence. It isn’t what he planned on ordering, but it’s a simple order that can be made quickly. It’s starting to look like less time he spends sitting across from Steve is a good thing.

Oddly, Steve looks grateful for it. “I’ll have the same,” he says, pushing the menu into Brock’s hands.

Their orders went in a good twenty minutes ago and since then they’ve managed to have a riveting conversation about the weather, the layout of the restaurant, and some old video game that Steve used to play, with the past five minutes going by in almost total silence. Bucky picks at some breadsticks. Steve sips at his soda.

He’s been sitting ramrod straight in his chair since their waiter left.

“So…” Bucky starts, still trying to salvage this whole mess of a date somehow. “How long have you known Sam?”

“Uh, about 3 years now. Useta jog at the same time.”

Their food arrives as he finishes talking, and Steve completely ignores the waiter, stays silent until he leaves, his hands clenched into fists. Bucky purses his lips to keep himself from commenting on it. “How about you and Nat?” he asks once they’re alone again, still tense all over.

“Oh, we dated ages ago,” Bucky answers flippantly. “It seems she has questionable taste in men,” he adds with a smile, and gestures to himself self-deprecatingly. “I didn’t make time for her, and then I lost her and learned a valuable lesson.”

“Sam’s not like that,” Steve replies in a low tone, sounding like he’s a step away from throwing down a challenge to meet Bucky outside.

“Hey, I never said he was!” Bucky can see where that one went wrong right away, but that doesn’t take back the words.

“He’s attentive and loyal. She’s lucky to have him.”

“He’s lucky to have her.” Bucky’s tone sounds hot. They’re arguing the same side of the same argument, but he can’t stop. He crams one of the triangles of his sandwich into his mouth so he won’t have to speak. The conversation doesn’t devolve from there, but it doesn’t get better. If Bucky could turn his ears off and just look at Steve it would be a lot better.

Steve offers to pay, but at this point it just feels like he’s mostly grateful to get Bucky out of his sight at last.

Bucky’s about to ask if he wants to go for a drink –mostly to be polite; better to treat Steve back tonight than to feel obligated to hang out with him again, really–, when the waiter comes to collect the check, and Steve practically shoves it into his hand with nothing but a glare and a clenched jaw as thanks.

Bucky doesn’t miss that he tips him, though. Even when he’s been rude to the guy all night. So hey, at least he’s not a total dick.

“Gotta use the restroom,” Steve says, standing and grabbing his jacket. It sounds like a challenge, for some reason.

“‘Kay,” Bucky replies curtly, getting up too. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Steve makes a sound that could be of agreement or could be a snort, and walks away.

Bucky kind of hates that he can’t help but stare at his ass as he does.

It sucks when assholes are hot.

Steve

It’s raining when Steve steps out of the restaurant. Kind of an appropriate ending for what was definitely not a fun date. Honestly, what was Sam even thinking?

He was so convinced that Bucky would use this chance to bolt, that it takes him almost a full minute to spot him, lounging against a wall half-sheltered from the rain.

Bucky didn’t bring a jacket. His half-soaked red henley clings to his skin, showing off a broad chest and strong arms that flex enticingly as Bucky lifts his hand to his mouth and takes another drag of his cigarette.

Okay, Steve thinks as he watches Bucky’s cheeks hollow, this is what Sam was thinking.

Honestly, Steve even perked up a bit upon first seeing Bucky. He has a type, and Sam knows it. And Bucky is exactly it.

Which made it all the more disappointing when the guy turned out to be kind of dick.

Now, seeing the way the fabric of his shirt hugs all of Bucky’s muscles, and having just been proven wrong ‘cause the idiot didn’t fucking leave when he had the chance, failing to spare them the awkward goodbye, Steve isn’t disappointed. He’s pissed.

Why does this asshole have to look so good.

“You’re here,” he points out when he walks up to him, the rain forcing him to step into Bucky’s space more than he’d like to.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow and shoots him a smug smirk. “What, you thought I was gonna run away?” He straightens himself up from the wall and the movement leaves them standing face to face, and just a tad too close.

“Wouldn’t have surprised me,” Steve counters, shrugging with one shoulder while refusing to back down. “I don’t believe you had a great time either.”

That makes Bucky smirk a bit more, but it’s still a harsh one. Daring. His eyes are glaring at Steve, and the whole combo makes him look a bit feral. Steve’s skin prickles.

“Look,” Bucky starts, running a hand through his hair to get the wet strands off his face. Steve’s eyes follow the movement. “This was a fucking mess. But you’re hot, regrettably, and we’re probably not going to see each other again, so… What do you say we fuck?”

He crosses his arms as he finishes speaking, like maybe showing off the goods will make Steve want to say yes.

Steve doesn’t really need the encouragement.

He huffs out a derisive breath and says, “Yeah. Sure, why not.”

Bucky lives blissfully close. Which is good, because it means they don’t get to talk much, and that Steve doesn’t have time to change his mind.

As soon as the door to Bucky’s apartment closes, Steve’s being shoved back against it, his back hitting hard against the wood.

“Still game?” Bucky asks, pressed flush against Steve and pinning Steve’s wrists to the door, not being delicate about it.

He’s got his thigh against Steve’s groin, rubbing against his hardening cock just this side of forceful, and he’s still smirking like he’s challenging Steve to back down. Well, tough shit. Steve is one stubborn motherfucker.

Steve pushes back against Bucky and flips them around, slamming Bucky into the nearest wall. “Still game,” he says, and before Bucky can catch his breath again, he smashes their mouths together.

It’s hot. Bruising. Bucky lets him lick right into his mouth one second, and the next one he’s fighting back, biting Steve’s bottom lip, clawing at his back. Steve grabs a fistful of Bucky’s hair, wet from the rain, and pulls his head back to expose Bucky’s neck and suck bruises into his skin, letting Bucky fumble with his belt in the meantime.

“Top or bottom?” Bucky asks, pushing Steve’s jeans down his thighs. Steve steps out of them and tugs at Bucky’s shirt, peeling it off him.

Before Steve can reply Bucky’s palming at his cock through his briefs. The wanton sound Bucky makes as he feels Steve’s size sends electricity shooting up Steve’s spine.

“E-either,” he chokes out, the way Bucky’s stroking and squeezing him through the fabric making him see white. “I’m versatile.”

“Good,” Bucky says, and tightens his grip. Steve throws his head back and moans. Loud and unabashed and desperate for more. “We can switch later. But first you’re sticking this thing in me and fucking me into the mattress. Let’s see if you can make me scream your name.”

Instead of answering, Steve just smirks and drops to his knees. Oh, he’ll be making Bucky scream all right.

Bucky falls back on the bed heavily, a loud, well-sated moan escaping his lips as he brings up a shaky hand to brush his hair off his face.

They lie side by side for a moment, staring at the ceiling and catching their breaths, revelling in the post-orgasm languidness.

“Fuck,” Bucky says inbetween pants.

“I thought we just did,” Steve retorts, grinning impishly.

“Shut up,” Bucky grunts. “This blows.”

“What does?” Steve turns to lie on his side and props his head on his elbow. “The sex was great.”

“Exactly. And you’re a jerk. The best sex I’ve had in god knows how long, and it had to be with you.”

“Oh…” Steve says. “Fuck.”

“Exactly!” Bucky repeats dramatically. He gets up with a groan and heads towards the en-suite bathroom, picking up the discarded condom –condoms– on his way. “There’s another bathroom across the hallway if you wanna, y’know,” he tells him from behind the slightly ajar door. “You don’t gotta bolt right away or anything.”

“‘Kay,” Steve tells him. “Just gonna catch my breath for a minute, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

Bucky just replies with a grunt that sounds like a suit yourself.

Steve goes to recover his jeans and his phone from where he left them by the door, and returns to flop down on the bed again, his legs still wobbly from all the intense, acrobatic sex. He shoots Sam a few quick texts, and the reply comes through just as Bucky steps out of the en-suite and moves for his pants to collect his own phone.

He’s walking funny, and Steve lets himself feel proud of it for a second.

“So,” he tells him, putting his boxers back on. “I texted Sam.”

Bucky shoots him a questioning look as he does the same. Steve just shows him the screen.

Steve: dude, honestly???

Steve: wtf man

Sam: having fun?

Steve: worst. date. ever!!!

Sam: haha

Sam: yeah, Barnes is an asshole

Sam: sooo… will i be seeing you tomorrow for our morning run? :grin_emoji:

“Wow,” Bucky deadpans. “I mean, not that I couldn’t tell for myself, but did you have to rub it in my face?

“No, no!” Steve says, shaking his head. “He called you an asshole!”

Bucky quirks an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. “I can see that. Your point?”

Steve smiles placatingly at him. “I thought you were insulting him earlier, but he kind of talks the same way about you,” he explains. “And, look, he never would’ve set me up with you if he did think you’re an ass. He’s making the assumption that I was being sarcastic, ‘cause that makes more sense to him that us not getting along.”

“Are you rethinking your opinion of me cause your friend texted you saying i’m an asshole?”

Steve smiles a shit-eating grin. “Yes.”

“Oh,” Bucky says. “Okay, um. Look buddy, that was the best sex I’ve had in way longer than I wanna admit. So good I’d be willing to make a lot of concessions to keep having it, like the fact that you like pineapple on pizza–”

“Pineapple makes jizz taste better,” Steve cuts him off, still grinning. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Whatever. But I don’t know, man, are you always so rude to customer service workers?”

“I-What?” Steve tries, blinking for a couple seconds before it dawns on him. “Oh! You mean to Brock? No, dude, that was my ex. Well, ex-something, anyway. We didn’t quite get to the proper dating part before he turned out to be a dick.”

Now it’s Bucky’s turn to look surprised. “The waiter was your ex?”

Steve nods. “He supposedly quit last month, or so I was told. I was so glad when I heard, ‘cause they make the best BLTs in Brooklyn. But I knew the date went downhill when he showed up, I can’t be in the same room as him without wanting to punch him in the face.”

“Oh god, you could’ve said something! We could’ve gone someplace else, you idiot!” Bucky scolds him, digging his finger into Steve’s chest. “And you still tipped him? Jeez, you’re a better person than me…”

Steve laughs warmly. “Yeah, well. It probably pissed him off more than if I hadn’t.”

Steve’s phone goes off again then, interrupting them. He takes one look at the screen, and outright squeals.

“What the–” Bucky starts.

“They had it! Look!” Steve exclaims. Bucky seems a bit taken aback by Steve’s sudden enthusiasm, but he glances at the screen like he’s told, sees the picture Steve’s showing him of Peggy and Angie with a baby boy in their arms, and looks back up at Steve with eyes like saucers.

“There really was a baby?” He asks.

Steve laughs, bubbling with excitement. “’Course there was! You thought I was making it up?”

“Shut up,” Bucky says, blushing a bit. Steve kind of likes it.

“Well, well, Barnes. Are you rethinking your opinion of me now?” he repeats Bucky’s earlier words, teasing. He might be riding on the whole being an uncle high, but hey, maybe Bucky really is a better person than he thought.

He’s a friend of Sam and Nat’s, after all.

And the sex was great. The sex was really fucking great. Definitely worth a second shot at this whole date thing.

“Maybe I am,” Bucky replies with a smirk of his own. “But mostly, I’m thinking I should probably treat you to dinner one of these days. Y’know, as payback for earlier. Just so we’re even. What do you think?”

Steve takes a step further and into Bucky’s space, presses himself flush against those well-toned muscles. “Yeah,” he tells him. “I think it’s only fair.”

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #modern au #meet-ugly #i think? lol #lasenbyphoenix #fic commissions #veewrites #this should be going up on ao3 soon #i just need to figure out a name for it lol #<3333 #more coming soon!#this was a dreamy commission thank you so much naomi!! *^*#you're fantastic!

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Namelessshipping: What If

Chapter 13

Back by unpopular demand.

Pairings: Red x Green Oak

Warnings: None

AU: Canon Divergence

There was a loud banging noise that echoed through the small beach house and only Green seemed to be disturbed by it. He glared over at the still slumbering Red who appeared could sleep through a marching band, though it was unusual for Red not to be the first one to be awake in the morning. Red tended to have a strict schedule for the day and never missed out on training himself and his Pokemon, today it seemed their roles were reversed. For a while, Green hoped the knocking would just go away if he ignored it long enough, but no such luck. Not even pinning a pillow over his head seemed to muffled the sound, so finally the Kanto Champion finally gave up trying to go back to sleep. Annoyed at Red for still managing to be wistfully asleep, he tossed the pillow at him, but it seemed to be ineffective against the sleeping male.

Green rolled out of bed, raking his fingers through his hair in some attempt to tame the wild strands, he'd style it later whenever he was more awake. Right now, he just wanted to deal with that annoying noise as he slipped on his house shoes and pulled on a nice tropical robe to keep him from walking around in his boxers. Muttering a few choice words under his breath, Green made his way down the hall, tracking down the sound towards the front door of the house. Who in Arceus' name would be knocking on his door at... He checked the time on the stove, five in the morning? Growling out under his breath, he unlocked the door and yanked it open in a show of annoyance. He gave his best trademark glare as his hazel eyes landed on none other than the last person he wanted to see at five-fucking-in-the-morning.

Gold.

The kid ( Green would always think of Gold as a kid it didn't matter if the boy was twenty years old by now, he didn't act like it ) rapped his knuckles against Green's face, apparently unaware the door had opened until Green made an indignant noise and swatted his hand away.

"What the hell are you doing here, Gold? Matter of fact, why are you here ruining my beauty sleep!" Snapped Green, he wasn't a morning person and never would be. He could tolerate Gold after at least he had a cup of coffee, not before.

"Whoa! Hey, Green! And boy, you sure do need your beauty sleep with hair like that!" Gold teased back, immune by now of Green's angry nature, or just too optimistic to really be brought down by it. "I just wanted to swing on by since we just arrived!"

"Sorry for the intrusion, Green. I tried to stop him, but... You know how he gets." A voice, smooth and cool as he remembered came from behind Gold. It was no Surprise that Silver would be with Gold, the two were inseparable, good thing too as Silver was level headed, but a tad too serious at times, easily frustrated. They seemed to work well together, even though their personalities differed from Green and Red, he couldn't help but to find similarities within them. It was when Gold had come to challenge him years after Green had become champion that Gold had reminded him of Red... A louder one. But that confidence, that complete trust and faith in his Pokemon. It was all the same.

Green sighed out, no use arguing now since the two were here, he opened the door a little wider to invite them in. "Might as well come in, but don't expect me to cook you two breakfast, I'm not your mom." Gold's mom was definitely a sweetheart, but Green was not into pampering Gold like she did. Gold was more than happy to walk in, wearing a gaudy yellow floral shirt the tourist around here wore. It was had to remind himself that Gold was the Johto Champion, it was only during the heat of battle could one really see the heart of the Champion. Gold made a beeline for the fridge, making himself at home and trying to find something for Breakfast.

Silver entered at a more reserved pace, though the black uniform with a red fringe that he wore was in direct contrast with the Alola vibrancy. Green figured it wouldn't last long in this hot weather, but he had to give Silver props for looking nice. "I even insisted we go get breakfast first, but not even the thought of trying new food could deter him." Silver looked over to Gold, letting out a heavy exhale before brushing a strand of loose, long red hair out of his face. Green studied the shorter boy for a moment, there was less tension in the corners of his eyes which was good.

"So what are you two doing in Alola anyways? Signing up for the Battle Tree?" Green asked curiously as he made his way over to the coffee maker to turn it on, there was no going back to sleep after this.

"We're on our honeymoon!" Gold nearly shouted, making Green wince and dig a pinky into his ear. He looked to Gold and then to Silver, who had his face in one hand.

"Gold, we'd have to be married to be on a honeymoon." Silver sounded a little exasperated by there was some sort of humor in his red eyes. "Well, I guess he's not half wrong."

"I proposed to him," Gold chimed in. "Should've seen his face, Green, it was as red as his hair. It was priceless."

"He proposed to me while I was in the middle of battling him. He's lucky that weavile didn't freeze him solid." Silver moved over to take a seat at the small table, there were only two chairs and Green hadn't thought he'd be receiving visitors here. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Gold and Silver had just dropped getting engaged so casually at five in the morning while Green was still in his boxers. Gold never really had a thing for tact as the black haired boy was pulling out a jug of orange juice from the ice box, Green had to swat Gold upside the head before Gold could drink straight from the jug.

Before Green could insist on using a glass, one was set gently down on the counter before Gold. Red, like a wrath had at some point entered the kitchen without making a noise, making both Gold and Green jump, combined with a startled noise that Green wasn't proud of. Gold's eyes were wide as he looked up at Red, locking gazes with those unreadable burnished amber eyes. The kitchen fell silent, Gold was stunned for a moment by the stranger who wore am intimidating expression, Gold was normally good at getting a read on people, no matter what walls they hid behind. Green's panic didn't last long as he was the first one into action, moving between Gold and Red.

More importantly, blocking the fact that Red was still in his Pikachu patterned boxer briefs and nothing else.

Green's motion seemed to snap Gold out of his surprise and Green was instantly flooded with a thousand questions. "Hey! Who is that! Green, you didn't tell us that you were here with someone else! I've never seen him before? I thought you only liked girls! Why didn't you tell us that you liked guys too! Oh man, I would've invited you to all the clubs we've gone to. What's his name? Where did you meet him? Come on, Green, spill the beans, man!"

Green felt like he was going to get a headache at this rate, Silver looked just as surprised but seemed polite enough not to dig especially since Gold was doing that enough for the both of them.First his grandfather and now these two? It wasn't going to be long until rumors would start to spread because Gold couldn't keep a secret to save his life. The guy was far too honest, which was a good trait in most cases, just not this one. "Gold, I like you, kid, but please can we discuss this after I've had coffee?"

Gold was about to reply, likely to protest but a glass of orange juice was shoved into his hands. Red had poured him a drink before pointing over to the table in a silent command. Momentarily quelled, but likely not for long, Gold retreated to the table beside Silver. Green rubbed his forehead as the thought of trying to explain this situation was going to be difficult, for he didn't even know what the hell he was doing. The soft press of lips on the corner of his lips drew him back from the downward spiral he had been drawn into. Lifting his hazel eyes to spot Red looking at him. Others might think Red was a detached man, but Green could see the truth behind that gaze.

There was confidence in Green, reassurance that Red would be there if needed, and more importantly, love.

This is my first time writing Gold and Silver so uh... excuse while I get the feel of the characters.

#namelessshipping #what if #OriginalShipping #trainer red #trainer green #au #alternate universe #canon divergence #trainer gold #trainer silver #trainer blue #green oak #blue oak #champion gold #rival silver #sorry for the hiatus #just uh lazy

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Where We Begin: Chapter 10

Previous Chapter

Jamie stood in the Edinburgh Stables battling his temper and annoyance. This was the second time this breeder stood him up to see this damn horse, and Jamie felt a distinct level of skepticism over his seller’s desire to sell.

“You know they’re like this. I don’t know why it always surprises you,” John said good-naturedly, laying a hand on his friend’s back.

“I don’t know why you always make excuses for them,” Jamie countered, eying John as they walked toward the ring. “He’s trying to drive up the price.”

“You want the horse. It’s my job to keep you civil until the deal is done.”

“How can I want a horse I haven’t seen…” Jamie’s phone beeped with Claire’s personalized sound. His face lit up as he checked his phone, a smile spreading across his face as he quickly typed a response. John quirked a brow, fascinated by this change of pace.

“That’s her?” John asked.

Jamie glanced at him. “Aye. Is it that obvious?”

“Painfully so. You’re making my heart ache.”

Jamie chuckled as they walked on, but John eyed him suspiciously.

“Why didn’t you introduce me?”

“I thought that would be obvious,” Jamie muttered.

“Because I’m better looking? Because you can’t hold a candle to my witty banter and…”

“John.” Jamie threw him a dirty look.

“Come on, you can’t possibly think…”

“Ye have! Damn near every time!” He growled.

For the past 15 years of their friendship, John could point out the fatal flaw in a woman Jamie dated within five minutes of meeting her. He could predict how long the relationship would last down to the week. John had spent many hours with Brian Fraser in the Lallybroch kitchen, chuckling at his friend’s expense. Jenny suspected John hexed Jamie, and was quite happy he could make the tartlets disappear, while Brian Fraser stated John simply had more sense.

“Oh, For the love of God…”John groaned. “This superstition thing again...”

“I dinna need a lecture or a priest,” Jamie huffed and walked faster.

John tilted his head before realization set in. “You really like her.”

“Aye, I do,” Jamie stated, still not meeting John’s eyes.

“Jamie, if you feel that strongly, that already sets her apart from most of the women you’ve dated.”

“What are ye talking about?”

John’s lip quirked. “You didn’t like any of them, man.”

“You’re daft.”

“You’re daft! Even Annalise...”

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?”

“You cringed when she spoke! And then you were baffled when she broke up with you!”

Jamie stopped walking and sighed, admitting defeat and revealing the slightest of grins. “God, her voice was awful.”

John's smirk fell as loud calls and yells echoed towards them.

The city stables were often busy at this time a day with private appointments or rented slots for showings and meetings. Such a display was occurring in the ring, where a monstrous black devil was rearing and neighing angrily at its handler. His coat was in disarray, and the creature kicked out at the hands trying to grab his reins.

“On the ground!” John pointed.

Jamie took off running, John a few cursing strides behind him, until he reached the idiot being dragged around the ring.

“Do ye no’ have sense, man?! Let go!” Jamie called to him as he stood bodily in front of the fallen rider. The young girl took the distraction and scrambled out of the ring.

Jamie threw his arms out and widened his stance, holding his ground as the horse circled. The horse approached him once or twice to challenge the barrier, but Jamie hollered at the beast until it finally began to settle.

“John,” Jamie called out, “is everyone out?”

“Everyone except you,” he replied. “Naturally.”

Jamie smiled at the irked tone in his friend’s voice and lowered his arms. The horse immediately whinnied but didn’t stamp or kick, which Jamie found agreeable. Walking towards the giant beast, Jamie saw the appeal in the boy. Young, gigantic, beautiful stature and lines.

The horse’s ears flicked with annoyance as he neighed his displeasure.

I’m sure these idiots were trying to turn you into a show pony,” Jamie muttered, unaware he had switched to Gaelic.

“Come here, sweet son, and let me look at you.”

John kept one eye on Jamie and then turned to the details: The peeved owners, the too young rider who wanted a horse beyond her abilities, the horse handlers offering their apologies. John would read each of them, and then when Jamie gave him a signal, John would make an offer. John knew his friend well, and he knew when Jamie found what he wanted.

The fact that the beast was Satan incarnate would only encourage him.

Jamie got his hand on the horse’s lead rope and led the irritated animal to the center of the ring where Jamie ran him through some basic groundwork. It was clear the horse lacked discipline, but Jamie was surprised at how quickly the horse’s mood shifted once led with a steady hand. He caught John’s eye and pinched his denim pocket. Then he turned his back and let the horse come to a halt. “Let’s get you settled with some hay, a bhalaich,” Jamie spoke softly.

Claire dropped her grocery bags on the counter and stripped quickly, heading towards her shower. She ran the water, throwing herself under the jets and finally releasing a long ragged breath.

Jamie was coming over as soon as he finished up at the stables and Claire found herself on edge.

She’d last seen him 5 days ago when she left his apartment Saturday afternoon. She nearly shook with need remembering their lazy morning: tangled limbs, tender kisses, and Jamie’s fingers coaxing her legs to open for him again and again…

She bit her bottom lip and grabbed her loofa to distract herself. Five days seemed far too long. They talked every day since she left his home. His lips had lingered on hers and delayed her departure for several hours, but eventually, she had gone, and life had resumed. Too much so.

Work had quickly consumed them both, making it impossible to align their schedules. Even tonight was a compromise, as Jamie had to leave in the early morning to head to Lallybroch for the weekend. She wished she could head up with him, but she still had a shift to work tomorrow afternoon.

He had insisted on tonight, and she couldn’t argue. She tried several times this week to remember how it had felt with Frank at the beginning. Of course, he had pursued her and romanced her, made her feel giddy and light, but this felt entirely different. Jamie tasted like oxygen after surfacing from a deep dive.

She heard her front door slam and smiled. She’d left the door open for him.

“Sassenach…” she heard him call.

“In the shower!” She called rinsing out the suds in her hair. “I’ll be right out!”

She was startled when she heard the bathroom door open a moment later.

“Jamie?”

She squeaked as he pulled the shower curtain back.

“What…”

His lips met hers in a hard kiss, as he stepped into the shower and pinned her to the wall. As his hands came up to cup her cheek and hold her hip, she realized his nakedness and smiled against his mouth.

“Hi,” he whispered huskily.

“Hallo,” Claire whispered back, running her tongue along his upper lip. He pulled her knee up around his hip and pressed his hips against hers. He was more than ready.

“Do you just walk around like that all day?” She quipped.

“Only when your near, lass,” he chuckled. “I got hard climbing your stairs.”

“Oh,” Claire whispered. Jamie entered her with a grunt and Claire’s cry muffled against his shoulder.

“Christ did I hurt…”

“No! Please, I need more,” she sighed against his shoulder.

He pulled out and thrust back into her as she nodded against his fevered skin.

“How are you this wet, Claire?” He whispered against her mouth, his thrusts growing faster. “Were you thinking of me, too?”

“Uh huh.”

Words failed her as he sped up to ram her, his hips slapping against hers in a smooth rhythm of lust and arousal.

“Come for me, Claire,” he moaned in her ear. “I want to watch you fall apart, feel you fall…apart,” he grunted, biting his lip as he concentrated.

He could feel her hip quivering, and with a few swipes of his thumb over her clit she screamed out his name, hips bucking against his as she contracted hard on his cock.

“God, Claire,” he moaned as he released jets of seed into her. His chest heaved and trembled under her fingertips.

He lowered her leg slowly as her mouth sealed against his. She tasted the salt of his mouth, his hot breath, and knew that this felt much different than mere pleasure or desire. His hand came to her cheek, and she felt a tear bead down her face, overwhelmed by his tenderness.

“I missed you,” she murmured against his lips.

“And I, you,” he answered, a glowing smile breaking on his face. He looked around, puzzled.

“Lose something?” She quipped.

“I just realized I smell like horses and I don’t have soap here.” He grimaced.

“Alas, laddie. I do have soap.” She chuckled.

“Mmhmm. Will I smell of botanical breezes after?” He smirked.

“You arse,” she said, snapping a wet washcloth at him as he chuckled. “Its citrus, and you didn’t mind it when I was in your shower.”

“I don’t mind much when you're naked,” he said huskily. He pressed a kiss to her lips and reached beyond her to the soap, eying it skeptically. “I’ll make do.”

Pulling on a t-shirt and panties, Claire eyed Jamie’s bare chest from across the room. His body was beautiful, cut and muscular, with soft auburn curls cutting across his chest. He chuckled when he saw her staring and motioned her over with a crook of his finger. Grinning, she obliged him and made a content sound when he placed a kiss on her collarbone.

“Come then,” he said softly. “I want to hear all about your week.”

“Well, you know the highlights already,” she said, leading him into the kitchen. “Long shifts, Dr. Roth being more of a hardass than usual…”

“Harvey Roth?” Jamie asked. Claire looked over at him, raising a brow. “Yes. You know him?”

Jamie looked back down at the plates and scooped some leftovers onto each. “A bit. He’s…odd.” Jamie frowned. “He’s your supervisor?”

“One of them. The only one who gives me a hard time at least. Why?”

Jamie placed one of the plates in the microwave and pursed his lips. “Nothing. Rumor is all. He’s part of the Scottish Antiquities Society and is known to be a ruthless businessman. He earned some unpopularity when he sold some rare Scottish coins to an Italian merchant a few years ago.” Jamie’s face darkened. “To sell outside of the society is bad enough, but to a foreign trader? For an extra 10% profit? He was nearly ejected.”

Claire considered this as she closed her pantry, groceries fully packed away. “Frank always talked about the scattered nature of Scottish history, especially after the 45' rising.”

“The antiquities society funded most of the recovery efforts since 1920. They were the ones who probably entrusted the coins to Harvey's family ages ago. To…” Jamie blushed suddenly, a sheepish look overtaking his expression. “Sorry, Sassenach.”

“For what?” Claire asked, taking a plate from him and handing him a fork.

“Bah, going on about nothing. My point was, Harvey's a bastard.” Jamie grumbled, sliding into the chair next to hers.

“So what else…”

Her hand grabbed his wrist and turned his arm over, revealing a terrible gash on his forearm.

“How the hell did you do this?” She asked, barely containing her alarm. Jamie barely looked up from his plate.

“A horse bit me.”

“…it BIT you?” She exclaimed.

“Aye, well. I got between him and his hay, ye ken. My fault for being ill-mannered with an ill-mannered horse.”

“I see,” she furrowed her brows. “Did you tell the owner about the foul thing?”

“Nah. I already bought him when he bit me.”

“You BOUGHT the creature that did this to you? He broke the skin!”

“Och, it’s no’ that bad.”

“Och, it is, damn it,” Claire growled, standing up. She dragged him from his seat and lead him to the bathroom where she pulled out her hydrogen peroxide and bacitracin.

Jamie stood silently as she grumbled her disagreement, cleaning his wound over her sink. When she had applied the ointment and wrapped it to her satisfaction, he let a small smile cross his lips.

“Well, that’s quite proper.”

“Do you know how many silly cuts and abrasions turn into full-blown blood and staph infections because people don’t clean them properly?”

“Is that right?” He said, pulling her close.

“I’m serious, you bloody…” he kissed her, but she wouldn’t be silenced that easily. She pulled away, glowering at his grin.

“Scot.”

A few hours later, they were curled into her sheets, clothes abandoned on the floor from their lovemaking. Claire laid nestled in Jamie’s arms, her back to his chest, with one of his hands gently cupping her breast.

He’d been telling her about Lallybroch, about his love for it and what they’d do and see this weekend when he fell quiet. Only the gentle drumming of his index finger let her know he was still awake.

“You make me so happy, Claire.”

She smiled, feeling a glow fill her chest near to the point of bursting. She kissed one of the knuckles on his hand.

“When I’m not lecturing you, you mean?”

“Nah. I’m happy then. I’d be happy if you were moody,” he nuzzled close to her ear. “Or cross. When your wee cheeks get red with anger…” he bit back a laugh as she frowned, “or even if you shrieked like a banshee.”

“I. Do not. Shriek.”

“I’ve heard you come, Sassenach. I like your shrieks just fine.”

She kicked at his shins until he turned her in his arms, planting a kiss on her nose.

“You make me happy too, at least when you aren’t being bitten by horses,” Claire murmured, curling into his chest.

“G’night, mo ghraidh.”

My darling, he had told her, when she asked what it meant.

“G’night, Jamie.”

Chapter 11 Part 1

Where We Begin Master List

#Outlander #Outlander Fanfic #outlander fanfiction #WhereWeBegin #LaythornMuse #LTM Where We Begin

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//Not requested. prompt: Kol Mikaelson is your boyfriend and you guys are having a lot of NOLA fun until he meets Davina and everything changes//

//warnings: first person POV. swearing. lil bit of violence. angst (i think?).//

Part Two

“Come on now, Darling.” He laughs, grabbing my hand and tugging me down the street. “Just one more. Don’t quit on me now.”

“Kol, come on!” I laugh, following behind him. “This is the fifth bar we’ve been to! Are you still hungry?”

“Relax, Darling!” He says, stopping and pulling me close. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder. “You and I will have our own adventures when we get home.” He says smugly in my ear.

This was the last normal date night with Kol. After that night of raiding and draining local bars and tourists, he was different. He wasn’t my Kol anymore. He was hers and everybody knew it. Everyone except for me for a while.

Let me introduce Kol Mikaelson. The youngest of the Original Vampires, and the light of my life. We had met over four centuries ago and we have been dating for almost just as long.

He turned me a few weeks after we met, and that’s when we became inseparable. I had given him the love and appreciation he didn’t get from his family, but I was also willing to wreak a little havoc with him. He taught me to control who I became but how to revel in it as well.

We were a force to be reckoned with and no one ever successfully stood against us. We protected each other, fought for and occasionally against each other, loved each other, and hated each other at times. We were a typical, long term relationship, other than the immortal blood sucker thing.

At least, we were unstoppable. We were inseparable. We used to fight for each other and protect each other, sometimes we still do but it seems to be against each other more often. We used to love each other but now it seems like a one sided deal… Ever since she came along and everything changed.

Her name was Davina Claire, a pretty little NOLA witch and a harvest girl. She was remarkably powerful since the ritual wasn’t complete and she held the power of three additional dead witches. She had a beautiful smile, a caring personality, but also a flair of the dramatics and violence. Exactly Kol’s type.

He met her when he was out and about one day, the day I decided to hang back with Rebekah and catch up. He said he was going to bring back coffee and it would be a quick errand. Maybe I should’ve gone with him.

When he came back he was quiet, distant and distracted. I thought nothing of it at the time, but maybe I should’ve.

Now, a few months after he met Davina, I met her officially. Of course, I already knew of her since she was causing trouble with Klaus, but I had yet to meet her.

She lit up when Kol entered the room, as did he. A light shined in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in months. He hadn’t lit up for me since that night when we hit the bars, months ago. That’s when I knew for sure that my Kol was gone. He now belonged solely to Davina Claire, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I couldn’t change the fact that I lost Kol, but I could change my relationship with Kol. As much as I hated it, I had to end it today. I loved Kol with my whole heart, but I would not follow him around like a lost puppy waiting for him to give me a second look.

I kept to myself until we got home. I had nothing to say and so much to say at the same time. I was close to exploding, I felt it. I replayed different possible conversations in my head as we headed back to the compound. Luckily, the rest of the family was dealing with something more pressing than my relationship drama.

“You haven’t said much. Everything alright, Darling?” He asked as we stepped through the front door. His voice had a hint of concern, and if this had been a few months ago, he would’ve carried me off bridal-style and smothered me in kisses until I was happy again.

“Like you give a shit?” I laughed and walked away. “Do both of us a favor and don’t act like I matter to you anymore.” I commented as I left.

I heard a whoosh of air and he stood in front of me, a few inches between us. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms, and I desperately wanted to hit something. Not necessarily him, but if he didn’t move I was going to.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, placing a hand on my hip.

“Fuck off.” I said in a silky voice and shoved him away, leaving a bloody handprint on his shirt. I hadn’t bothered putting any vampire strength into it because I didn’t want a fist fight with him.

“Y/N.. What the hell did I do?” He asked after he regained his composure. His voice was full of confusion, not concern. He didn’t care what happened, he just didn’t understand.

“What did you do? Or who?” I challenged. “You have a lot of fucking nerve, dragging me along like this. Why don’t you just cut your loses and get with your pocket witch? Everyone can tell that you want to. Or have you already screwed around with her? Is that why you’re always out so fucking late half the time?”

“Davina?” He asked. The way he said her name was the way he said mine before we started dating. Low and sultry, as if she was only his and others weren’t allowed to know her. “What does she have to do with anything? She’s just a friend… Oh Darling, are you jealous of her?”

“Goddammit, Kol!” I yelled, finally losing my head. “How fucking blind are you!? Do you not see how obvious you are? Your eyes don’t leave the little bitch when she’s around! This isn’t about me being jealous, you headass! This is about you falling in love with her!”

“Watch it, Y/N.” He said through clenched teeth. “Don’t push it.”

“Or what?” I teased and pushed him by his shoulders. “You haven’t stopped pushing me away since you met the little witch bitch.” I went to push him again and he grabbed my wrists.

“You need to stop.” He said sternly. The veins under his eyes darkened, his fangs coming out. I challenged him in the same way, and he looked slightly surprised. “Now isn’t the time.”

I yanked my wrists away and stabbed a finger into his chest, hard. Both of us returning to our regular features as we continued.

“You-” I gripped his shirtfront. “-don’t get to tell me shit anymore.” I pushed him away with all the strength in my body and he stumbled over the coffee table, crashing to the floor. “You’ve been fucking around with me long enough. For months you have been ditching me and going off by yourself and when I want to do something with you, you can’t be bothered! But let someone even whisper her name and you’re right there in less than a second!”

“What the fuck are you talking about!?” He shouted back, jumping to his feet. “What the hell is your problem?”

“Jesus fuck, Kol. Have you even been listening to me? Oh wait.” I groaned, running my hands through my hair. “I’m not Davina so you don’t care about me at all. Let me spell it out for you. You are my problem. You and that fucking Davina! You haven’t looked at me the same since you met her and I’ve seen the way you look at her, Kol. Don’t fucking argue that you don’t have feelings for her either.”

“Y/N,” He sighed, putting on hand on his hip and the other to his forehead in exhaustion. “I don’t know what you think is going on with Davina and I, but I promise you it’s nothing. You’re looking into this too much. I promise that she means nothing. You’re being silly.”

My temper snapped and I brought my hand across his face hard. Hot tears burned in my eyes and one fell down my cheek, but I refused to acknowledge them. He looked at me with wide eyes. One of his hands touched where I hit him before he slammed me against the nearest wall by my throat.

“Don’t ever.” He growled. “Do that again.”

“Go fuck yourself!” I spat and kicked out at his chest.

The impact threw him to the floor but he hadn’t let me go so I was thrown with him. He flipped us so he landed on top of me, his hand still firmly around my throat.

I gripped his wrist and yanked down hard, snapping the bone and he dropped his hold on me. He yelled out, rolling off of me to take a few steps back, setting the bone back into place and glaring at me.

“Don’t ever.” I growled back, pushing myself to my feet and dusting off my clothes. “Tell me what to think or belittle me again because I will make you regret it.”

“Don’t threaten me.” He said in a raspy tone. It was similar to the tone he used in the bedroom, when he was in charg, but it had more of an edge to it.

My hands balled into fists and I connected with a left hook against his face. His head jerked to the side, but he didn’t move. My right hook connected and he stepped back.

“I thought we had something better than this!” I shouted, breaking inside due to the way everything changed. “Fight back!” My voice cracked.

“You want me to fight you!?” He screamed at me, wiping the blood from his nose.

“I want you to do something!” I cried out. “Fight me! Leave me! Do something that shows me you fucking care!”

I aimed a jab at his face but he caught my wrist. He flipped me over his shoulder and I crashed into the coffee table. I kicked his legs out from under him and he fell backwards. I quickly pinned his hands above his head with one hand and his hips to the floor by straddling him. This was a common and hot position for us to be in, just not with this context.

Another hit and another. Punch after punch landed, causing a gash on his cheekbone. But he refused to hit me back. He finally pushed himself up, slamming me against a wall again. His forearm braced against my chest, pinning me to the wall.

I stared at him for a minute before acting. Blood streamed slowly from his nose and the newest gash on his cheek, close to his eye. A small bruise was under the cut, quickly fading. His eyes were lit with anger but he refused to phyically take it out on me.

He pulled himself off of me and connected his fist with the wall a foot away from me. His hand went through it effortlessly and he screamed in frustration.

I sighed and put my hands on my hips. “Just tell me the fucking truth, Kol. This run-around and evading is fucking ridiculous.”

“You want the truth?” He asked as he turned to face me and laughed. “I fucking told you the truth!” He stepped closer, yelling in my face.

“Then why is everyone asking how we stayed so close when you’re dating Davina!?” I snapped, throwing the rumors in his face and pushing him away. “Elijah, Klaus, Rebekah. Even Hayley! They all can see the shit you’re pulling with me and Davina. I didn’t realize you and I were just friends now, if that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed and turned to walk away. “I’m not gonna stand here and take this shit, especially from you.”

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me, Kol Mikaelson!” I yelled firmly and he froze. My voice had cracked when I yelled his name and he slowly turned around. “If you walk out that door, I won’t be here when you get back. That’s a promise.”

“Are you threatening to leave me?” He asked lowly, hurt lacing his voice.

I nodded quietly.

He walked closer to me and took my hands in his. His wrist had healed already. His thumbs ran softly over the back of my hands and he stared deep into my eyes.

“Dear God, Y/N. What have we become?” He said, a hint of regret on his face. “We were so good together. We never screamed at each other like this. We never tried to hurt each other like this.”

“You need to choose, Kol.” I said finally in a broken voice, not acknowledging the true words he spoke. Our fights never got this bad. I never screamed for him to actually fight back or tried to force him to get physical. In those moments, I wanted to see him care about everything that was happening in one way or another. Whether it was the fact that I was able to piss him off because he cared so much and I was so stuck on this Davina thing or that he cared about Davina so much, I meant nothing anymore and he could easily hurt me.

“Me or her. I won’t stick around if you don’t want me to. But I’ll stay if you ask me to.” As much as it hurt me to say, I had to.

“I still love you, Y/N.” He finally said in reply and my heart soared. “So fucking much but…” My heart quickly stopped.

“But you’re not in love with me anymore. I get it. I’m not her..” I finished his sentence for him. He nodded slightly and I slowly pulled my hands away. His own hands dropped and he took a step closer to me, keeping my eyes locked in his, showing a familiar expression. An expression that I saw countless times through our four centuries. An expression that I never thought he’d turn on me. An expression showing he wanted to compel me.

“I don’t want to do this, Y/N.” He started and I stepped back, attempting to turn away. He gripped my wrist firmly and my eyes dropped to the floor while I kept my back to him. “But it’s for your own good.”

I turned on my heels and came face to face with him. “You don’t get to make that decision for me!” I said firmly and yanked my hand away. “You chose Davina, fine. But you do not have any right to choose what happens to me from now on. Not what I remember, not what I feel, and most definitely not what I do from here.”

His eyes stared deep into mine, ignoring everything I just said. He was going to do it anyway.

I pushed him away and attempted to leave the room and hide in my own, but with him being older than me, he was faster. He was in front of me before I could get out of the room.

“Kol, I swear to God…” I threatened as he held both of my arms at my sides. “I will never forgive you if you do this. You’ll never see me again…”

He hesitated slightly but swallowed hard and spoke anyways.

“You’re dead to me, Kol Mikaelson.” I whispered just before he started speaking.

“You are not hurt.” He said softly, as if he regretted doing this. I felt a tear slide down my face, betrayal and hatred bubbling in my stomach. Kol had attempted to do the one thing he swore never to do, compel me. I hated him in that moment and I knew that I would not be able to feel the same way about him. Not after this. Never again.

“You understand why we broke up. It was mutual. You will find love again and he will be better for you than I ever was. This wasn’t your fault. You hold this against no one and you can easily move on with your life. You will not turn off your humanity because of this. You will live on, loving and caring as you’ve always been. You know I still care about you, and will be there whenever you call. Always and forever…” He whispered the last line.

He placed a soft kiss to my cheek before he sprinted off at vamp speed and I was left alone in the middle of the room.

My hand touched the pendant that hung low on my chest. I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and felt my heart shatter. He betrayed me, lied to me, and broke me. He did not choose me, so he will never see me again.

“Dumbass doesn’t know I wear vervain.” I said to myself and turned to pack my things.

I was leaving New Orleans. I would never come back for more than a visit. This was the city my greatest relationship crumbled in. I would not crumble in it as well.

I rushed notes to the family. A special note for everyone and placed them on each bed before I grabbed my bags and headed out.

‘Rebekah, my dearest friend. I hate to leave you without a proper goodbye, but there is too much heartbreak in this city for me to stay. You of all people should understand the pain New Orleans can bring. I hope we can continue to be friends because I cannot imagine m life without you. I love you, Rebekah. Take care of yourself. I hope we’ll see each other again. -Y/N’

‘Noble Elijah. You were one of the few people who saw something good in me. I hope that in my new adventures, I can continue to be that person you believe me to be. I will miss your constant leadership and big brother attitude. Take care of yourself and don’t lose touch. I do hope we’ll cross paths again. -Y/N’

'The Infamous Klaus. You always had something stupid to say about my relationship with Kol, but I will miss your humor. Continue to protect your family, no matter what. Always and forever, Klaus. Never lose sight of what’s important. Tell Hope good things about me. Take care of yourself and keep me updated. See you around, Nik. -Y/N’

'Hayley, the unofficial Mikaelson. You’re a part of my time in New Orleans that I will miss dearly. You did whatever you had to do to make a safe world for your baby girl. Tell Hope good things, and make sure Klaus does too. Take care of yourself and your family. Send me updates on everyone occasionally. May we meet again. -Y/N’

I hoped Mystic Falls would be a better home. As the years went on, it proved itself to be much better than New Orleans. Less heartbreak. Less memories. New friends. New opportunities. With just as much chaos and battles to save the city.

I would not hear from Kol for several years. I kept in contact with the other Mikaelsons the whole time. Hope was doing well at the school Caroline Salvatore built with Alaric and the family was doing well on their own paths after defeating the spirit of a witch much older than even them.

I ran into Kol in Las Vegas, many many years later and when I did, we almost didn’t recognize each other. But that, is a long story for some other day.

//AN: I left this sort of open ended for a part two//

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Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 21: U - Useless

Stiles completely lost his shit on a Wednesday. It was a week after he had been released from the hospital, and at first, he’d loved the sudden increase in attention, and had been shameless in taking advantage of Derek and his dad’s sudden need to dote on him. It had been fun to watch Derek scurry around the apartment at a mere suggestion or a quiet sigh. Even his dad had begun to willingly make healthy meal suggestions and choices to lessen Stiles’ apparent stress.

Relegated to cherished invalid, Stiles was waited on, hand and foot, twenty-four seven by his boyfriend and his dad, which included a myriad of increasingly ridiculous tasks from being carried from bed to couch to kitchen, cuddled by his favourite living, breathing, fluffy wolf-pillow, and sponge-bathed daily since his nearly full leg cast couldn’t go in the shower.

His dad had only tried to help sponge him down once, and that had been enough. Apparently, it had been more than his dad ever wanted to see of his adult son, and Derek had happily, almost eagerly, taken over the duties. Not that Stiles could deny his boyfriend the honour of sponging his naked body because the end results usually lead to a little more clean up.

But then, the had guilt set in.

Every pained whimper etched another crease into his dad’s already worried brow and sent Derek’s protective instincts into overdrive with his need to take care of Stiles. Derek and his dad did everything for him. Stiles wasn’t used to sitting back and doing nothing because he liked to be in on the action and throw himself into the fray. Relax hadn’t been a part of his vocabulary for a long time. Beacon Hills saw to that.

Moving to New York to attend Columbia had been a huge lift on the pressure and stress, a break in the nightmare of fighting for his life every single day, but he had thrown himself into his work, both school and job, to fill the sudden emptiness. No time to slow down. He planned to graduate with honours. But then, a little girl had chased a balloon into a busy street, and it hadn’t even been a choice for Stiles.

Stiles had woken up in the hospital almost a day later with a terrified Derek and his worried dad, who had flown across the country, at his bedside.

It was a little after two in the afternoon, and Stiles was lying in bed in a pair of boxers, and nothing else. It was difficult to fit pants over his caste, and shirts were a little too warm in the unseasonably warm weather they’d been having. His cast was elevated on a short stack of pillows, and another pile propped him up against the headboard.

A large black wolf was curled up beside Stiles on the bed. For whatever wolfy reason, scent possibly, Derek’s nose was tucked into Stiles’ armpit, and the occasional puff of hot air tickled.

Stiles pet Derek’s soft fur, running his fingers through the dark strands and played with the pointed ears absentmindedly while he read aloud from the latest novel in the series they were reading. His voice calmed Derek. It was something he learned a few months after he and Derek moved to New York. They hadn’t been dating yet, just friends. Inordinately close friends, but friends nonetheless.

Derek had woken up from a nightmare, a strangled roar echoing through their apartment. Stiles had been cautious in climbing the stairs to the little loft bedroom Derek had claimed, the same one his dad was staying in now, to find torn sheets and a partially shifted and trembling Derek gasping for air. He hadn’t recognized Stiles at first, bright blue eyes glowing in the dark. Stiles had crept across the floor, hands out in front of his body until his hand made gentle contact with Derek’s shoulder, and he had suddenly found himself pinned to the mattress with Derek growling down at him. Derek’s nostrils had flared, and then his nose had been buried in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, deeply inhaling his scent.

For a long while, Stiles hadn’t done anything beyond what he was doing now, eventually finding a book and reading aloud to Derek until the werewolf breathed easy.

A muffled cheer from the television drifted into their bedroom from the living room where Stiles’ dad was watching the game. Which game, Stiles wasn’t sure. He’d never paid much attention to sports outside of his high school lacrosse team or occasionally watching Derek play with a few of the neighbourhood guys down at the courts a few blocks from their apartment.

Stiles’ stomach rumbled quietly, and Stiles whined as he rubbed his belly. He realized too late his mistake. Derek had already shifted back on the bed beside him, completely naked.

“What? What is it? Are you in pain?” Derek asked quickly. He placed a hand on Stiles’ forearm and frowned when there was no pain, beyond a little trickle of the ever present dull ache, to drain.

“No,” Stiles said with a dismissive wave of his hand. He refused to be hopped up on painkillers, and had only been taking half doses.“No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Stiles?” Derek’s nostrils flared as he scented the air.

“It’s nothing,” Stiles insisted, but his stomach gave another twinge of hunger, and his heartbeat no doubt betrayed him because Derek narrowed his eyes.

“Stop lying,” Derek snapped. He rearranged and plumped Stiles’ pillows. “Are you uncomfortable? Do you need another pillow? Did you want to move? I can carry you to the couch?”

Stiles sighed, and Derek’s expression fell.

“Do... do you want me to leave?” Derek asked. His voice cracked.

“No!” Stiles cried. He sat up abruptly, sending a stab of sharp pain through his abdomen, and he clutched the bandage that bound his cracked ribs. “Ow, shit. ”

Bright blue glowing eyes stared down at Stiles as Derek eased him back down onto the bed. A low growl rumbled in the werewolf’s chest.

“God, Der,” Stiles grunted. “Fuck, calm down. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine!”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “It’s just my stomach,” he said, but even as the words came out of his mouth, he could already see Derek’s eyes widening in panic. “I hungry, that’s all,” he added quickly.

Teasing Derek wasn’t fun anymore. Sending his boyfriend on errands or running for a glass of water had been amusing at first, but now, Stiles deserved to have his head slammed into a steering wheel again. Derek’s hands were clenched tight at his sides, his brow deeply furrowed, and his jaw tight. Stiles’ big bad beta boyfriend was seconds from an alpha sized meltdown in the middle of their bedroom.

“I’ll make you a snack,” Derek said, already making a hasty retreat. And who was Stiles to argue?

With one of his legs in a cast, an arm in a sling, cracked ribs and collarbone, fractured skull, and his body a living, breathing Rorschach test, Stiles wasn’t in peak fighting form. In short, he was useless. If a rampaging alpha burst through the door, the best Stiles could do would be to fall out of bed.

“Derek, clothes!” Stiles called after his boyfriend, but Derek had already disappeared behind the curtain wall that separated their bedroom from the main living space of their apartment.

“Jesus, Hale,” Stiles’ dad shouted, and Stiles snorted. “Put some clothes on, son.”

A few seconds later, Derek slunk red-faced back into their bedroom while Stiles snickered gleefully from the bed.

“I did try.” Stiles grinned, and the werewolf paused to glare at Stiles, then grabbed a pair of loose basketball shorts and tugged them on, completely freeballing it. “My dad just doesn’t appreciate a true work of art when he sees it.”

Before Derek could rush off in pursuit of food again, Stiles’ dad pushed into the room. “Is he alright? Is something wrong?” he asked in a rush.

“Oh my god,” Stiles said. He threw his one good arm up, and then immediately winced when it jostled his cracked collarbone.

Stiles didn’t have a chance to settle back into the pillows because Derek was already draining his pain and gently easing him down while his dad adjusted the pillows and checked his sling.

“Does he need another painkiller?” Stiles’ dad directed the question to Derek and smoothed back Stiles’ hair.

Derek frowned. “Probably. It’s been a few hours. He complained about his stomach hurting from hunger.”

They continued to debate the best course of action over Stiles’ head while they smothered him with attention and care, while simultaneously acting as if he weren’t there. It had become apparent to the that Stiles needed an entire meal, more painkillers, another sponge bath, clothes, and his hair brushed. His dad would warm up the leftover salmon steak in the fridge while Derek stripped him down and washed him. At least they were getting along. A few days ago, his dad hadn’t even known they were dating, but Stiles’ idiotic heroics had bonded them for life.

Stiles huffed and batted away Derek’s hand. “Seriously. Enough!” he shouted. His stomach dropped when Derek flinched back, eyebrows drooping like a scolded puppy. Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Sorry. No, you know what, I’m not sorry. I’m not fucking sorry. I’ve been trapped in this bed for days. I need to get out! I’m going crazy. You’re not even listening to me. Not really. I just want a snack. Maybe some popcorn while we watch a movie or I kill some aliens or something. Anything. Derek, I love reading to you, I do, so don’t walk away from this with a giant ball of man pain thinking you're forcing me, but the bed has a perfect imprint of my butt. I love you both, but you’re driving me nuts.”

The room was silent. The steady tick of the ornamental clock in the other room echoed through the loft. Derek’s shoulders were stiff, his muscles coiled, ready to bolt, and his eyebrows were scrunched in uncertain worry.

“Der...” Stiles started.

“Why don’t you carry Stiles to the couch and get him settled, son,” Stiles’ dad interrupted. He clapped Derek on the shoulder, and to his credit, ignored the werewolf’s visible flinch. “I’ll pop the corn while you two pick out a movie. I’ll catch the highlights later.” And then he left Stiles and Derek alone in the room.

Stiles gnawed on his lower lip while he studied to the moles and the smattering of hair that trailed down on his bare stomach. The hair on his arms prickled as Derek continued to stare.

“Stiles, I-”

“Nope. Uh uh,” Stiles cut in. He looked up into Derek’s broken expression, and his heart stuttered in his chest. “You are not taking the blame for this. I fucked up, dude. I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you.”

“But-”

“You haven’t been smothering me,” Stiles said before Derek could verbalize his misplaced guilt. “Well, I mean, you have, but I appreciate it. Dude, you’re awesome. Now come here so I can use you as a wolfy crutch and snuggle the shit out of you on the couch.”

Obedient to a fault, Derek helped Stiles to his feet, wrapped an arm around Stiles’ waist so he supported the majority of his weight. All Stiles had to do was lightly hop along on one leg with Derek guiding him. The flexing of Derek’s bicep against his waist told Stiles that Derek was holding himself back from simply picking him up and carrying him, for which Stiles was grateful because needed some semblance of independence, even as little as the appearance of independent hobbling.

Derek eased Stiles down onto the couch and surrounded him with pillows, plumping each one before he tucked it in behind Stiles’ back. Stiles smiled when Derek lifted his broken leg with the greatest expression of concentration etched into his forehead, and the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“God, you’re adorable,” Stiles sighed.

Derek blinked up at him from where he was crouched next to the coffee table. Somehow, he still didn’t believe Stiles, even when his heart never skipped a beat because Derek was the sweetest, most endearing man he had ever met. Their past may have been rocky in Beacon Hills at first, especially with Derek having threatened to rip his throat out with his teeth on a semi-regular basis, but his entire view of Derek as a person changed the day he lost Erica, and then shortly after, Boyd.

The air popper hummed to life in the kitchen, and his dad tunelessly whistled along to the sporadic ping of kernels. Tomorrow, Scott would arrive and throw the domestic peace into chaos, but for now, Stiles was content. He patted the seat beside him, and Derek perked up.

“You wanna lose the shorts and shift back, big guy?” Stiles asked, but Derek shook his head. “Alright then.” He flung his arms wide open. “Take me.”

Instead, Derek climbed onto the couch beside and curled around Stiles, mindful of his various injuries, and held Stiles like the most precious thing in the world. He was still wrapped around Stiles, nose buried in his neck, fifteen minutes later when Stiles’ dad wandered back in with a bowl of buttery goodness and ruffled Stiles’ hair as he passed behind the couch.

“So, what are we watching?” his dad asked, ignoring the werewolf snuggled tight to Stiles’ side.

“The Lord of the Rings,” Stiles said, and Derek huffed against his neck. His dad plunked the bowl down in his lap, and he dug in with gusto. “Extended release, duh.”

“Oh good lord.” The couch creaked as his dad stood up again. “I need a beer.”

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Project Echo, Part 1: Chapter 26 (If It Can Go Wrong...)

Part 1 Summary: A long-buried Hydra disaster, a monster in the shadows, a missing child. Eight months after the events of “The Winter Soldier”, Bucky turns himself in to the Avengers on one condition: They must help him find a girl snatched off the streets by Hydra seven years ago. In their quest, the Avengers accidentally unleash a horrifying creature of darkness and shadow, intent on making their quarry its prey.

Chapter 26: If It Can Go Wrong...

Bucky watched over Inessa day and night via the tablet. The child was hunted by the Shadow, and as it grew in strength they were at a loss to challenge it. Natasha injected the anti-venom faithfully every 12 hours, but they saw no change. It was like a piece was still missing, and as the weeks rolled on Bucky had no idea where to look.

He didn't sleep much. None of them did- but Bucky was the only one with the Shadow breathing down his neck (quite literally most of the time) and all he could do was try to keep himself busy. Tony gave him completely unlimited access to his classic car warehouse and Bucky ordered one of his father's old 1940 Chevrolet Street Rods brought up for restoration. No more engine rebuilds, now he had the entire thing. There was also Netflix, which allowed him to make great strides in his understanding of the modern world with Steve and Thor (it also provided a fantastic mental escape from the stress and strain in the Tower).

"I do not jest!" Thor argued one night as they watched some 'Sherlock Holmes' movie, "Do you not also believe this Sherlock resembles our Tony Stark?"

"Please," Steve laughed, "you said the exact same thing about the guy in 'Kiss Kiss Bang Bang'."

"And you swore you saw my twin in 'Hot Tub Time Machine'," Bucky pointed out, "I think you're losing it."

"Do all of us Midgardians just look the same to you?" Steve was mock-offended. Thor laughed and gave him a light shove- he flew to the other side of the room and hit Bucky. All of their movie nights included a wrestling match these days.

Bucky and Steve had Thor pinned down (not for long) when Bucky felt it- that fear growing in his mind. The Shadow was coming. Thor's head jerked back suddenly and he made a desperate, choking noise. A moment later Steve flew across the room into the television. Thor dove after him, pinned him to the wall, and with a single blow crushed his rib-cage. He dropped Steve and turned to Bucky.

Black flames burned in his eyes. He watched Bucky like a predator- moving slowly towards the door all the while. A muscle near his nose twitched- was he snarling?

"What do you want?" Bucky demanded, "You can't have her. You know we'll keep her safe. What do you want?"

Thor roared at Bucky and attacked. The human was faster- it wasn't hard to dodge his blows, the real danger was if one connected. Thor- or rather the thing controlling him- aimed for Bucky's face, then when he ducked swung his left fist to connect with Bucky's stomach. He flew backwards into the window. It was reinforced- he didn't go for any late night flight, but he came damn close. Bucky crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. Thor took off out of the room. "It's got Thor!" he coughed the words out, "Get Nessa out of here!"

"Sam!" Natasha, several floors up, grabbed Inessa and dragged her to the balcony.

"Oh my way!"

A dull and distinctly Hulk roar echoed through the tower. Banner would slow it down, at least.

Bucky scrambled over to Steve. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, he looked bad, "I'm fine, you go."

Bucky wasn't buying it. He ripped Steve's shirt open- his torso was already turning purple, "Internal bleeding. I'm not leaving until-" a white med suit ran in flanked by two other remotes. Bucky smiled, "until now." he patted Steve on the shoulder and got out of the suits way. Once it had Steve secured inside, he ran out the door to catch up with Thor.

He found him on the landing of Banner's floor, locked in a wrestling match with Hulk. The "Jolly Green Giant", as Tony put it, was pinning him down as best he could, but the beast inside Thor fought viciously- gnashing it's jaws at Hulk's throat, kicking out randomly. Bucky grabbed a leg with his metal arm and pinned it down, but it barely helped. The creature had Thor's strength, and Bucky couldn't anchor himself. He was tossed about with every kick, but at least his added weight was tiring the demi-god out.

Natasha and Clint came running down the stairs followed closely by Tony. Between the three of them they brought four large spotlights, which they turned on at full-blast and dropped around Thor. He roared and, slowly, the darkness faded from his eyes. When he stopped kicking, Bucky held out a hand behind him. Natasha gave him a needle full of anti-venom, and Bucky stabbed Thor in the leg.

"Kill the lights," Bucky's eyes were burning. The three did as he asked and he crawled around Thor to inspect him. Hulk tipped back to sit against the wall, panting. For a stupid, tiny human(oid), the man was strong. Bucky lifted both eyelids- jet black, as expected. He remembered how Thor had convulsed as they wrestled. No part of him should have been in shadow- every room of the Tower was fully lit! Except- he'd been pinned down very close to the couch, and Tony didn't have lights in the floors. Bucky carefully turned Thor's head to the side and pushed up his hair. A long cut ran along the back of his neck, already turning silver.

"Sam, stay out there for a few more minutes. JARVIS, give us house lights at 100%," Tony wanted to make damn sure the Shadow was gone. Even if that meant blinding everyone.

Bucky closed his eyes and concentrated. He could feel it close by, watching, waiting for them to let their guard down. Wherever it was perched, Tony's lights flooded it out and it let out a loud, echoing roar before being blasted back to wherever it came from. It was trapped, the Shadow was depleted, but it was also encouraged somehow.

"Everything alright?" Bucky opened his eyes. Banner stood over Thor. He was still slightly green, but it was fading.

"I think so, but... It's happy about something. Like we did it a favor."

"I don't like the sound of that." Tony rubbed his neck.

Natasha waited 5 minutes before calling Sam back from his flight around Avengers Tower with Inessa. By then the med suit had a report on Steve.

"Four broken ribs, punctured lung, and a ruptured spleen," JARVIS sounded cheerful. Tony decided with all the tension in the tower any bad news should be presented as good news. It was a supremely bad idea. "Beginning automated surgery now. Chance of survival at 99%."

Tony whistled, "Damn, Thor packs a punch," the god moaned in response and slowly covered his eyes, "ooh, well done Simmons."

Thor was sitting up within minutes, though he did throw up a few times, "What has happened?"

"The Shadow got you," Clint tapped the back of Thor's neck, "Right there."

Thor felt the cut himself and shuddered, "My last recollection was of us arguing while we watched 'Sherlock'-"

"Oh! The one with the guy who looks like me!" Thor pointed at Tony and looked at Bucky as if to say 'told you so!'

"I still don't see it."

"Did I- was anyone harmed?" the tone became serious quite suddenly. Thor looked at the faces around him- there was no Steve Rogers, or Sam Wilson.

Bucky shook his head, "The Shadow did a number on Steve, he's in surgery, but he knows it wasn't you."

Thor could feel Heimdal's eye, watching, "Do not worry, old friend. We will defeat this foe. Keep the Bifrost closed, and report none of this to my father or the Warriors Three. Please." the sense faded. Heimdal was content to listen to his Prince.

Tony spiraled a finger around mid-air to trace the universal gesture for 'Kookie'.

"Any new insights? Did you see anything?" Clint prompted. Thor sorted through his memories as best he could- he had considerably more to quiet down than the others had. He paled slightly, but shook his head.

"I learned nothing. James Barnes, can you help me to my quarters? I believe I may be ill yet again." Bucky helped pull him up and the others gave them space. Thor seemed well enough- he made it to his apartment with no help from Bucky.

Once inside though he closed the door, waited for the sounds of Clint, Natasha, and Tony passing to their own floors, and slid down the wall to sit on the hard marble. Bucky crouched next to him, "What did you see?"

"Our enemy is no longer alone," he sighed, "it has summoned many, many companions. James Barnes, I believe you were correct when you said we shall all perish. It means to attack soon."

Chapter 27: … It Will

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