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watermelonlipstick · 3 years

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Distraction (Request)

This was a request for @sergeantsea, who asked:

Hi angel!! I was wondering if you could write something with the reader slow dancing w Sam? Maybe they have to pretend to be together to do a mission?

It was a total blast to write--SUCH a cute idea. I hope this is something like you were thinking.

Title: Distraction

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1673

Summary: A misstep during a case requires a distraction and some quick thinking.

Warnings: canon-appropriate threat of violence, mention of alcohol, fluffy fluff fluff, a little teaspoon of smut-adjacent action 😜

You tried to make the quick strides across the room look purposeful rather than frantic and resisted the urge to check over your shoulder for whether the pair had followed you across the bar. It had been stupid to try to eavesdrop without the pretense of another conversation to cover, and when the vampires had both looked up at the same time, you were sure you were done for.

“Look alive,” you hissed, grabbing Sam’s hand and yanking him up from the cracked leather stool he was leaning on. He had to stretch against your grip to rest his pool cue on the wall, giving an apologetic smile to the denim-clad guys he and Dean had been playing. Didn’t matter much, Dean could hustle the two of them by himself anyway.

“What’s going on?” Sam muttered, low and serious as he caught up, trailing just barely behind you so that the words played against the back of your neck, the delicate heat of them along your skin already easing some of the panic you had been feeling.

“I might’ve just gotten us made—don’t look,” you said with a smile you hoped would look flirtatious to a bystander, turning to curl a hand around the back of his neck as a safeguard to prevent his inevitable impulse to check it out.

“Uh, okay. What’s the plan?”

“Just two regular people in a regular bar doing some regular dancing.”

You could feel Sam’s neck tense under your palm.

“You know, I’m really not so good at—”

“Sorry, you’re going to have to pretend unless you’ve got a better option. Smile, please,” you said through the gritted teeth behind your put-on smile, and Sam gave a tight-lipped facsimile as the song shifted, Lionel Richie singing “know it sounds funny but I just can’t stand the pain,” smooth as silk even over the dive’s old speakers . You took Sam’s hand and set it on your hip before floating your free fingers behind his neck. He followed suit somewhat tentatively, holding you with big paws as carefully as if you were some antique Christmas ornament.

“Can I look yet?” he smiled down at you, grin only partly exasperated. You moved a misplaced lock of hair back to the right side of his loose part and tried not to flush at the way he deliberately closed his eyes while you did.

One of your hands traced down the collar of his flannel, resting on his lapel and closing a few more inches between your waists. “Sure. Stocky guy in blue and a blond guy with a goatee.”

Sam checked back from where you’d come under the pretense of tucking you under his chin. When he spoke it was like stepping into a hot shower, soothing warmth flowing over the crown of your head. “They’re definitely watching. You sure it’s only those two? They’re sitting with a bigger table and no one’s talking.”

“Fuck. How many?”

“Uh, how fast do you think you can get to the car?”

“That bad? Spin me, I wanna see.”

He obliged, slipping his hand into your lax grip on his neck and guiding your hips around a small spin that was just enough for you to see the overflowing booth the two had slid into, at least 7 or 8 angry-looking probably-vamps with eyes trained on you and Sam.

When you turned back toward him, an easy, cheeky grin spread over his face as Sam slid an arm to your lower back and interlaced the fingers of his other hand with yours. “I didn’t realize you were this much trouble. What’d you do, spit in their beer?”

“Very funny. Are they buying this?” You rested your palm on his shoulder, feeling the ripple of the muscles as his fingers spread out over your back.

Sam chuckled and you felt the vibration of his chest into your forearms, starting to feel like a competition cheerleader with the plastered-on smile. “Gimme a sec, I don’t want to look suspicious.” He started incrementally rotating the two of you and you knew it was tactical, so he could see both Dean and the booth. Didn’t really help you either way, field of vision pretty much entirely blocked by the broad span of Sam’s chest. Knowing that he was trying to better his position signaled to you to get ready, and you held a deep breath in an effort to calm your racing heartbeat. He leaned back a touch. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just such a fucking rookie move, I feel like an idiot.”

“Don’t sweat it. If it’s a rookie move, I must be a rookie too. And usually the warning Dean gives me for shit like this is yelling for me 6 punches in.”

You snickered a little into the flannel of his shirt despite yourself. “Thanks.”

The two of you swayed together through a chorus. “Come on Dean, you idiot, look up,” Sam murmured to himself. Dean was lining up a shot he could hit backwards with his eyes closed like he needed laser precision, blissful ignorance allowing him to concentrate only on hustling the guys he was playing for a couple hundred bucks and not the imminent danger. A few people got up from the booth and began making their way across the bar. You could see them in your peripheral vision and knew even if Dean miraculously glanced up now and got with the program lightning-fast you’d be in trouble based on sheer numbers alone.

“You trust me?” he asked fervently.

“Yeah, of course I—” you stammered, immediately cut off by the plush crash of Sam’s lips into yours, the deepened pressure of his hand sealing your torsos together. After the briefest stunned moment you got the picture, kissing Sam back cautiously. You let him pull you closer, relaxed into his arms and dragged the hand you had on his shoulder down to gently hold onto his lapel, feeling a little dizzy even through the relative chasteness of the kiss. He disentangled his fingers from yours and slid them to your neck, the tiny chill of each of his wintry fingertips sending goosebumps down your spine as he cradled your head. Hands on his collar, you didn’t even think to stop yourself when you wrapped the flannel up, pure instinct driving your motion. Sam wound through the hair at the back of your neck and those instincts betrayed you again, nipping at his bottom lip on reflex and slipping your tongue into his mouth, somehow sweet over the cheap beer you’d all been drinking throughout the night—perfect—and Sam was much less nervous than you would’ve thought when he took a sharp inhale in surprise but didn’t back down, met your escalation as readily as he supported your weight against him.

And then you were well and truly in it, Sam’s hand hitching up the back of your tee as he reached for a better grip on you, your grabbing at his shirt popping open a button so you could feel the impossible heat off his chest and get towed under by it like a current, like a magnetic field, and you couldn’t stop, needed more and more, mind a fuchsia cloud of want totally void of intelligent thought or awareness of your surroundings even as you had been so panicked minutes before.

The spell was broken by a wolf whistle from one of Dean’s opponents, and you broke apart with a lascivious pop of suction. Inches from you, Sam’s eyes were half lidded and kissed stupid, the pink of his lips feathered out to match the flush in his cheeks. You glanced toward the pool table to find the almost-hustled men leering at you and Sam from where they stood next to Dean, whose face had landed exactly halfway between stunned and disbelieving.

Addressing his brother, Sam cleared his throat and breathed, “We were just—” looking back toward where the crew had been closing in and finding nothing, the group now playing some rowdy game and crawling all over each other to stay in the booth, not paying any attention to you or Sam. “We were, uh, just—” he tried again, still at a loss for words.

“Get a room,” Dean teased, play-nauseated, eyebrows twisted so far up on his forehead you were surprised they weren’t pushing his hair back.

“No, it wasn’t—”

“In front of God and everybody,” he continued, roguish twinkle overcoming the surprise in his eyes. You could feel the heat rising in your face and hastily stepped back from Sam, yanking your shirt down the few inches it had risen. Sam seemed not to notice his open buttons as he froze, still facing Dean. “By all means, don’t let us stop you.” He supported his weight on his pool cue, face as clear a challenge as anything.

Sam ruffled the back of his hair sheepishly and took the ribbing with tightened lips. “Yeah, okay. Ha-ha.”

“I’m going to, uh, grab another beer. Do you want one?” you asked Sam quietly, hoping Dean and the pool players might lose interest.

“Sure, yeah. I—ah, I’m gonna—” he stuttered, face screwing up in a silent, bashful “help me?” smile while his shoulders bunched around his neck. You started to giggle, nerves finally catching up to you, and bit your lip to hold your smile together.

“Go finish your game?”

Sam chuckled and nodded, looking at his feet.

You took a deep breath. “Um, thanks for saving me back there. I won’t make the same mistake again, I promise.”

He flicked his gaze up, grin split open at the side to show a few teeth as he ran his tongue over his molars, framed by an impossibly sliced dimple. “I—ah, I wouldn’t mind if you made that mistake again.”

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slut4barzy · 4 years

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hi dude !,,i was wondering if u could do the “i legit have polaroids of you sucking on my tittes.” prompt with jack hughes ? thank uu also i love your blurbs 💕

💗 hi, thank you sm! thanks for sending one in

✰ “i legit have polaroids of you sucking on my titties.” — (jack hughes)

break ups are hard, especially when neither one of the parties wanted to end it in the first place. even though you and jack ended it on ‘mutual’ terms you couldn’t help but feel so angry over how things turned out, it was all going so great, there was no reason to call it quits.

after three gloomy weeks you decided to give him a call to come pick up his stuff. it was pretty hard looking for something then coming across something of his that triggers a memory of the two of you sending you into a crying frenzy. you called three times each going straight to voice mail, thank god, you didn’t know what you would have said if he picked up.

it’s was a chilly thursday morning, you didn’t have anything planned so to fill it up you decided to finally wrap up the presents that you had got for friends and family. you played frank sinatra, and mariah carey’s christmas songs on repeat, danced around, and ate cookies.

for the first time you have felt happy, in your element. until you heard the front door jingling as if someone was trying to break in. you lowered down your music in hopes that you were hearing things but there it was again, the jingling of your doorknob!

you grabbed the pink badazzled pepper spray that was attached to you keys and hoped for the best. you weren’t ready to die, especially not like this. baring your teeth you were ready to fight the intruder and when the door twisted and opened you were kind of hoping that it was anybody else than the face that appeared before you.

“oh!” he exclaimed as he tried to fight the battered key out of the doorknob, “i didn’t know you were home. i-i got your voicemails, i’m here to get my stuff.” jack was red, probably from embarrassment and climbing up five sets of stairs since the elevator in your building has been broken for months now.

before the split, he always talked about the two of you finding an apartment together once your lease was up. ah, the dreams that you had. you waved him in, if it wasn’t today then he was going to come back another day and as they say ripping the band-aid off fast makes it hurt less.

“it’s two days before christmas jackie, i called off.” you mentally kick yourself for the slip of his nickname, “why didn’t you call?” he’s now in, standing at door like a stranger who hasn’t been in this apartment millions of times, “um,” he rubs the back of his neck, “you sounded so angry in your voicemails that i didn’t want to bother you. i can come back another time!”

you shake you head sinking back into you couch, sighing you say, “all your stuff is in my room. you know where they are.” you lean your head back closed your eyes as you hear him say a small thanks before hearing the sound of his boots walk away. you are both adults here, so you are going to act like an adult. resuming the christmas music you shoved a chocolate chip cookies in your mouth humming along to elton john’s step into christmas.

“hey yn!” you perk up answering to his call, “yeah?!” “could you get me some trash bags!” you pull yourself up walking over to your kitchen as you go under the sink for two trash bags. walking over to your room you see all the shit that you had off his sprawled our all over your bed.

“this is just one year of all your stuff,” you laugh and he looks over at you chuckling a bit, “yeah didn’t realize i spent so much time here.” you guys are silent for a bit until her realizes something, “let me give these to you before i forget!” reaching into his jacket pocket he pulls out five polaroid pictures and hands them to you. “i totally forgot that i had these polaroids of me sucking your tits. didn’t want to keep them out of respect,” you look up at him knowing in just a mere seconds you were going to be in tears, “i didn’t know if you wanted them destroyed or not so i brought them here.”

you sort through the pictures each holding a special place in your heart because they documented such a special night. a tear slips and hits one of the pictures and at the sound of your sniffling jack laughs. “are you really crying over the pictures? these are embarrassing!”

you tilt your head back but it was no use the tears were already realeased, “i miss you!”

jack stops opening up his arms for you to come into and like a magnet you went into them letting him console you and run his fingers up and down your back. “i miss you too, pumpkin.”

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midnight-writ3r · 4 years

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Bad for you pt.2

Mark Lee x Genderneutral reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, you name it, Mark Lee delivers

Summary: Mark Lee, as some would argue, is the epitome of dangerous. You don’t know anything about him, except this:

You have never felt so safe around anyone.

Warnings: There is some swearing, I guess? And super slight smut!

A/N: So, I’m really doing this, huh? Here’s part two 😂😂 idk but I really just like Mark’s character, so I want to dive into this story. Expect unnecessary drama, bad humour and a lot of fanservice from our boy markiepoo 🙏🤷🏻‍♀️

ALSO: Feel free to slip requests or anything into my asks or dms, I’m kinda lonely on this platform and I’d like to get to know some people :’)

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You awake to the insistent sound of a knock at your apartment door. It takes you a second to open your eyes and really place the sound in reality, but when you do, your heart skips a beat.

There’s a mob of wild, black hair under your chin and as you move, you’re pretty sure there’s a hand on your butt, too. Lucky for you, there’s still a layer of underwear that separates you from the boy next to you. However, you’re not so sure about him, so naturally, you panic.

As you try to scramble away though, you find your efforts futile, as Mark’s arm wraps around you and pulls you tightly against him. It’s hard to tell, if he is still asleep but the gesture makes you soften for a moment.

Until you remember the previous night. He had saved you - that much you remember. But then what? You had pulled him inside your apartment, too scared to be alone and-

Shit.

Another knock jolts you from your train of thoughts, way more insistent this time. Unsure of what to do, you gently brush Mark’s hair out of his face. He groans into your neck and holds on still, but you don’t plan to let up so easily.

“Mark.” you mumble and then, a little louder you repeat: “Mark! Wake up.”

Slowly, his eyelids flutter open and he looks around, obviously confused. The tattoo on his collarbone and peck tell you enough to know that he wears at least as little clothes as you do. When his gaze lands on you he gives you a stupid smile and lets his head fall back against your chest with a sigh.

“Mornin’”

“Can you let go of me? Someone’s at the door.” you say.

A trail of kisses lands on your neck, “Who cares, they’ll leave eventually. I’m not gonna let you leave this bed yet.”

His hand trails down your side, over your hips and to the inside of your thigh. It’s tempting to give in and as he leans up to kiss you, you kiss back, as if you were programmed to do so. He moves to lean over you, hips starting to grind against yours in a sensual rhythm. His hair is still tousled and you spot two other tattoos on his arm and waist. It’s sexy and you’re taken aback at how he can manage to look this good, despite having just woken up.

You moan a little, as he keeps grinding down against you and his pleased hum makes your skin tingle. His hand takes a secure hold of your thigh, angling your hips against his even better. When you get too caught up in the feeling to kiss back, he moves on to suck and kiss at your neck, sending sparks down your spine.

“Mark, you-”

“Y/N, its Donghyuck!! I know you’re there, open up!” the familiar voice and another knock at the door makes the two of you jump apart. To your astonishment, Mark looks even more panicked than you feel.

“Shoot.” He presses another peck to your lips, one you can barely reciprocate, by how taken aback you are. “Gotta go.” Then, he pushes himself off the bed and hunts for his pants.

You watch him scramble for his shirt and you almost mourn the smooth skin that disappears underneath it. He gives you a smirk, as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Hurriedly, you look away and decide to put a shirt on as well.

You’re just in the process of pretending this didn’t happen, when you see Mark open your window and look out. His eyes scan the fire ladder outside the window and then he shrugs to himself and jumps right through.

“Mark what the hell!” you speed to the window, where he bounces a little, to test the metal’s stability, “Stop it, get back in here and leave through the door, like a normal person!”

“Sorry babe, can’t do that.” he grins as he sees you flush at the nickname, “If Hyuck finds me here, he’s gonna rip my head off.”

You frown, “Why would he?”

“Might have told me to keep my hands off you.” he shrugs with a sheepish pout, “Not my fault he has impossible expectations.”

It takes everything in you not to flush even further, “That’s unreasonable, he called you to find me yesterday.”

For the slightest moment, Mark’s expression darkens. It scares you for a moment, makes you want to reach out and tug him back inside. Hold him.

How ridiculous. You just met him.

But the expression is gone as fast as it had appeared and he jokes: “Guess he knew that he needed to fight bad with worse. Take care Y/N, don’t get into anymore trouble.”

“What if I do?” you lean a little out of the window.

He steps up to you, his hand in your hair, carding through gently, “I’m sure you can come up with a better excuse to see me.”

You grab a hold of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. He moves with you, full of desire and you find yourself hoping you’d see him again soon. Something about him grounded you and that’s something you never experienced with another person.

“Y/N, for God’s sake, I can hear you talk!” Donghyuck bangs against the door again and the spell is broken.

The two of you separate and you watch Mark hurry towards the steps. Before he disappears onto the platform bellow, he winks at you and you roll your eyes. No one needs to know how much it makes your heart flutter. Especially not Mark.

You close the window and run for your door, opening it to a very unamused looking Donghyuck. He has his arms crossed and looks at you with that ‘you’re in trouble young lady’-look, despite being younger than you in the first place. His eyes widen though, as they travel to the neckline of your shirt. You know it’s not because of the skin that shows, because you and Donghyuck had friend zoned each other years ago. Seeing the other in their underwear was like seeing your sibling in underwear: kind of gross, but really nothing special. No, it is obviously because of what is ON your skin and you realize that just in time for being too late.

“Who ate you?” he scrunches his nose in disgust. Then, his eyebrows shoot up, “They’re still here, aren’t they? I heard you talk, oh god how embarrassing.”

You shake your head and step aside, to show your apartment, “There’s no one here, Hyuck.”

“Ah.” he raises a brow at you, “so you talk to yourself?”

“I, uh…” you clear your throat. Mark’s words are stuck in your head. Would Donghyuck be angry if he knew the two of you had been together? You decide you don’t want to risk it, “I was just calling Mark to thank him for bringing me home last night.”

Nodding, Donghyuck steps inside your apartment and plops down on your bed. You wince a little. Maybe you should tell him that those sheets are definitely not clean? Well, too late-

“Now who?” Donghyuck prompts, “and don’t lie, I can smell… It.”

You choke on your own spit and scramble to say, “You don’t know him.”

“A guy, then?” he seems to get a thrill out of embarrassing you, so he taps his chin with his finger in mock contemplation, “Let’s see, who was with you between yesterday evening and now? We were at the club and there was this other person, they looked like they had the hots for you and then… You disappeared on me, which was totally uncool, by the way. After that I called Mark to-” he stops mid-sentence and you realize it immediately:

You’re fucked.

“Y/N please tell me you didn’t sleep with him.”

Looking at your feet you pout, “It’s none of your business anyways.”

“So you did!” his eyes are wide, “and it is my business. As your best friend, I need to protect you.”

“I’m pretty sure we used a condom.”

Donghyuck shakes his head, mildly disgusted, “Not that kind of protecting, you gross idiot. He’s dangerous.”

Popping a hip, you finally gather the courage to look at him, “That’s ridiculous Hyuck, he literally saved me. He beat up those guys and took me home and he was really nice! He didn’t even make the first move.”

Donghyuck buries his face in his hands, “I should have known. He always gets his way.”

“Well in this case, I got my way too, so you can stop worrying.”

He gets up to walk towards you, usually full lips now thin, as he presses them together. It’s then, when you start to worry, because Donghyuck never looks at you like this. Something tells you that you’re in much deeper trouble than you had anticipated.

“You don’t know him, Y/N.” he mumbles, “You don’t know what I know about him. About what he has done. What he still does! He attracts trouble like a freaking magnet. Get involved with him and you get dragged into it with him.” he shakes his head, “You deserve better than that.”

You can’t do anything but stare at him. Donghyuck’s reacting flinch tells you that the worry, confusion and sorrow you feel, must show on your face. But he averts his eyes, fists balled and determined not to give in. With a lump in your throat, you watch him retreat back to the apartment door.

As he opens it, he stops midway through it, “I’m so relieved you’re alright Y/N, I really am.” you see his grip on the door handle tighten, “But trust me when I tell you: stay away from Mark Lee.

He’s bad for you.”

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hptruefan-cheekytorah · 4 years

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~ It’ll Be Alright | Pt 6 ~

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Sirius saw the young man walk into the shop, his hair was a dark brown, and a bit shaggy though he combed it back. He looked awkwardly around before he sat down with a couple of girls. He fit very well in this little shop. His floppy beanie that sat on the back of his head, jean jacket and tight black jeans with cuffs at the hem had him looking the same as any other hipster who came in, but there was something about him that was different. Whatever it was made him stand out completely from every other man in the shop, and completely different than the girls he arrived with, who struck Sirius more as glamour girls with perfectly manicured nails. Sirius quickly realized that one of them was the odd girl from the day before!

A few moments went by, Sirius was drying cups and serving drinks when the man approached him hesitantly. Oh bugger, had he caught Sirius checking him out? Sirius grinned and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He felt his cheeks warm slightly but it was gone as quickly as it had come.

A lock of the man's hair fell into his eyes as he spoke, “Hi...uhh I’m really sorry about this...I’m in a bit of a tight situation … could you possibly play along?”

“Sorry?” Sirius asked.

“Well see I was trying to get my friend there off my back, her name’s Alice, and told her I was seeing someone. So I gave her what I thought was a ridiculous name and said he worked here.” He blinked, realizing what he said and flushed a deep red. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean..of course your name is unconventional...but it’s not ridiculous. So what do you say?”

“Was there a question in all that rambling, because I didn’t quite hear one. Do you have a name?”

“Ah sorry, my name’s Remus. I was hoping you might pretend to be my boyfriend for a short period of time, long enough that she will give me a few months peace when I tell her you’ve done the smart thing and realized you’re too good for me” Remus looked sheepishly at Sirius.

Sirius leaned over the counter getting close and whispering in his ear smiling. “What’s in it for me?” He winked, a cheeky sparkle in his eye.

Remus seemed a bit stunned before he answered, “Well what do you want? I’m not going to sleep with you, in case you’re thinking anything like that.”

Sirius laughed, throwing his head back. Then looking at Remus with a sparkle in his eye. “PG only! Got it! We can just say you owe me one,” he grinned and added “boyfriend.”

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” Remus looked nervously at him.

“Maybe.” Sirius shrugged and then added, “I am working right now but I get off in an hour, wait for me?”

He saw Remus nod and then wander back to his friends. Soon the two girls left and Remus sat at the table alone, with a hot chocolate, waiting for Sirius. Sirius couldn’t help but watch him as he pulled out a book from the bag. Shakespeare, interesting.

When Sirius finally got off of work he sat down with Remus and set a frothy Latte in front of him.

“I’m more of a tea person,” Remus said absently as he turned another page and continued to finish the sonnet he was reading.

“I actually kind of figured that, this is a London Fog. It’s an earl grey tea latte.”

Remus’s eyebrows shot up, “Figured? Coffee drinkers have a look?”

“You pick up a thing or two working as a barista for as long as I have,” Sirius grinned.

“How long is that?”

“Five years.”

“You seem to enjoy it, and I’m assuming you make all those extra designs?” He asked as he slipped in a bookmark and closed ‘As We Are’. He looked down at the little puppy winking at him in the frothy milk.

“I do but they are not extra,” Sirius pouted.

“You made one with a koala bear climbing the branch of a tree with three little baby koala’s all waving. If that's not extra, I don’t know what is.” Remus smirked.

“Fine!” Sirius sighed dramatically and then smiled. “I’m Sirius-Extra-Black, your temporary fake boyfriend!”

“I’m Remus-vaguely amused-Lupin. Thank you for doing this, my friend Alice — the crazy hyper one— she wouldn’t leave well enough alone. I didn’t think she’d actually come down here looking for my ‘boyfriend’.” He looked at his fingers and picked at his cuticles nervously.

Sirius grinned.

“Didn’t think the name Sirius was a real name huh?”

“Probably goes along with the name Remus in the territory of ridiculous.” Remus chuckled.

Sirius was surprised to learn that Remus was minoring in Astronomy and majoring in Anthropology.

“Those are two pretty different subjects, do you mind me asking why?”

“I’ve always had a fascination with astronomy and even though I always knew I would study social and cultural anthro and find a career within that field I didn’t want to give up on the stars.”

“That’s how you came up with your fake boyfriend Sirius, eh?”

Remus nodded and played with the threaded friendship bracelet from one of his best friends.

“My friends are coming back soon with Marlene’s girlfriend and one of our other friends from University, they wanna meet you if that’s alright?”

“Totally fine, how long have we been dating?”

“Only a week or two, it’s fairly new, still getting to know each other.” Remus looked around before leaning towards Sirius, “I love chocolate and 90s music. I don’t touch much, especially PDA. So you don’t have to snog me in public to prove anything.”

Sirius let out a barking laugh as the door chimed and in strutted three of Remus’ friends. One was Alice that he recognized, one had darker toned skin and long brown curly hair, holding hands with a short-haired person with tattoos all over their arms and a short sleeve button down.

“You know, it’s polite to WAIT for the driver to park the car and shut everything off! Why do I drive you selfish lot anywhere? Where is this bloke anyway, what was his name?” Shouted a familiar voice. Lily Evans strode into the room slamming the cafe door behind her and stopped dead in her tracks when she realized who was sitting with Remus.

“Holy shit,” she said a bit too loudly.

*okay okay! I know I left it at another cliff hanger but...I really hope you liked their first meeting. I’m trying to show y’all how I feel about their connection. It’s not just a simple thing here. It’s magnetic. There is lots more story to come, we’ve barely even got started! 😘*

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BnHA Chapter 129: “She Seems Scared”

Previously on BnHA: Deku tried to land a hit on Nighteye using rapidfire attacks lifted from Gran Torino, but was unable to pass Nighteye’s test and take the stamp from him within three minutes. Nighteye realized that Deku had purposely avoided hitting the numerous All Might posters, banners, and cutouts displayed all around the room, which surprised him so much he actually laughed. He then proclaimed that he would hire Deku and was actually planning to do so all along. However, he says he hasn’t acknowledged Deku, and he intends to use the internship to show him how ill-suited he is to being the successor to OFA. The next day, Nighteye, Bubble Girl, Mirio, and Deku set out to do some patrol and surveillance. Nighteye explained that his agency had been tracking a yakuza capo named “Chisaki”, whom the readers know as Overhaul. Because Deku is a villain magnet, of fucking course he ran into Overhaul himself not three pages later. But in a twist, he seemed to be accompanied by a scared young girl.

Today on BnHA: Overhaul, playing nice, apologizes for his “daughter” whom he says has run off. Oh, those bandages on her arms and legs? Not to fret, she’s simply been roughhousing too much and got a little scraped up. Absolutely no one is fooled by this, and Deku can see that the little girl is plainly terrified, so he refuses to let her go as she clings to him for dear life. Mirio is worried that Deku will throw off their investigation by acting too suspicious of Overhaul -- they’re not supposed to know he’s a villain -- but Deku thinks it would be even more suspicious if they, as heroes, were to leave a scared little girl after she’s asked for their help. Overhaul leads them into a dark alley to “talk”, and Eri, afraid that he’s about to kill the two heroes, runs back over to him. Mirio and Deku are forced to let them leave without further incident. Overhaul savagely kills the henchman who almost let Eri escape, and leads her to a freaky laboratory, all the while acting like a total creep. There, he’s told he has a phone call -- from Shigaraki Tomura.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 155 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

guess what time it is kids YEP, you guessed it, NEW VOLUME TIME

well this is all very vague and rather underwhelming

can’t remember the last time I saw a title and cover page that gave away so little. hey guys I think Deku, the main character, will probably feature in this volume pretty heavily. and he’ll be neither happy nor sad nor angry, but based on this, just rather meh. okay then Deku

(ETA: now that I know what the title is in reference to, I kinda wish All Might had also featured on this cover in some small way. ah well)

hey guys who is this

is this what’s-his-name? Amajiki? will he be working with Kirishima interning at this friendly Hamburglar’s agency? AMAJIKI WHAT’S YOUR QUIRK

loooool the character page doesn’t have Todoroki or Bakugou. I’ll try to be a big girl about this. I can go one volume without 2/3 of my sons being featured. but their efforts to pass the make-up provisional license exam had better be fucking successful goddammit. I can only take so much before I start going into withdrawals here

(ETA: sorry, past me. it turns out we’re not very good at handling this. it also turns out it is not, in fact, just one volume. the good news is that as soon as this recap is posted, we are going on a binge of destiny and we will not stop until we have reunited with our missing children. this is my solemn vow)

at least All Might, Ochako, Aizawa, Kirishima, and MY BOY MIRIO are still here

chapter SUTAATO

so we’re flashing back a few moments before the end of the previous chapter

Deku and Mirio are out on patrol!

Deku says he’s nervous, and Mirio’s surprised because this isn’t even anything particularly difficult, it’s just a patrol

and after a moment’s consideration he’s asking if it’s trauma from the League of Villains’ attack

oh Mirio you’re so considerate you precious little dumpling

but Deku says no, he just surprisingly lacks experience with basic hero stuff because so much out-of-the-ordinary shit keeps happening to him

you know what, it’s true. he didn’t even get to do a single patrol during his training with Gran Torino because he ran into the fucking Hero Killer on his third fucking day

Mirio’s all “wow that’s weird” and yeah, but only if you’re not a main character

by the way please look at this duck man here

is this a duck or a chicken or like what the hell is this dude

anyway, because Mirio doesn’t yet realize the scope of Deku’s Main Character Powers, he tells Deku not to worry and that they’ll just be patrolling while Nighteye’s team will be the ones doing surveillance

oh Mirio. so beautiful, so kind, so fucking naive

Deku’s watching this glorious shooting star at work, and thinking again about how he was the original One for All candidate and All Might never said anything

follow me baby

now Mirio’s asking Deku what his superhero name is, and Deku is like, “Deku”

I just really love Deku’s “I’m Deku” face. he has no right to make me keep wanting to ruffle his hair like this

Mirio’s name is “Rumillion”, which apparently refers to the fact that he wants to be a guy who can save millions of people. even if it’s not quite to All Might’s standard of being able to save all people

(ETA: so as we all know, it’s actually Lemillion, which is apparently French? so weird)

what an interesting interpretation of what the “all” in All Might stands for. pretty sure it’s wrong, but it’s still cool

so I guess his chest plate does say 1,000,000. and also his actual name is worked into the superhero name just like Uravity’s punny name. these fucking kids

Mirio gets Deku pumped up by reminding him that they’re heroes now. “don’t let your guard down, Deku!”

and now back to this hilariously terrible situation that Deku has somehow found himself in through sheer bad luck

maybe that’s his actual quirk. a quirk that charges up numerous small instances of terrible luck and then unleashes them as sudden Good Luck Energy. does that make sense. so much bad shit happens to him, but then he also has the absolute best luck at the most critical times. shit, this started as a joke but now I’ve half convinced myself into making it headcanon. goddamn

anyways

looooool. shit. fuck. :’D haha this is the worst

he says she’s been horsing around “so she’s a bit scraped up.” hahahahhaha oh my god Overhaul heyyyyy fuck you?!

(ETA: unbelievably, this sentiment will only keep growing stronger and stronger. it is rather impressive how he keeps reaching new depths of terrible)

Deku can’t control his face at all. he looks openly horrified. if anyone ever sat down to play cards with this kid they’d fucking clean him out

holy shit Mirio is SO FUCKING SMOOTH oh my god

Mirio I’m stanning you and your quick-thinking, cool-under-pressure heroic phasing ass, goddammit

Deku’s looking at Mirio in surprise and wondering what he’s talking about. oh my god, you’re supposed to be smart

and now Mirio’s apologizing to Overhaul

and now Deku belatedly realizes that his facial expression was giving away the whole fucking game and that’s why Mirio flipped his mask up to hide it

now Deku’s actually putting on the rest of his mask oh my god. how weird

meanwhile Mirio’s amiably complimenting Overhaul on his own “kickass mask”

Overhaul is amiably replying that he’s just sensitive to germs

I’m sure it won’t be the last time :’D

Mirio replies that they’re still new and so they’re “nervous”

he’s trying so hard to cover for Deku’s slip-up. I’m sure Overhaul can see through it in an instant, but you still have to hand it to him, it’s one hell of an effort

Overhaul’s asking what office they’re with. lol put them on the spot

Mirio says they’re still students and they’re not with any agencies yet and are just on patrol for some field training experience

he’s very deliberately avoiding any mention of Nighteye, and he’s trying to get Deku to leave with him as soon as possible

so he’s telling Deku it’s time to go finish their patrol. but here’s the problem, though

like. what the fuck. you can’t just fucking abandon this little girl who’s showing clear signs of abuse, and leave her with this guy who you know is a fucking villain

and she knows they’re heroes too, she knows this is her chance

so now. here’s a test for you guys. can you take her with you without openly letting on that you’re investigating Overhaul

I think the only way they can do it is if Eri gives them reason to step in, but I’m worried she might be too scared

oh by the way, I know absolutely nothing about Eri and she’s been in the manga for less than one full chapter, but I’ve already adopted her and would die for her you guys. so Deku, don’t you dare leave her or I won’t fucking forgive your ass. All Might wouldn’t leave her!

so now Deku’s politely pointing out that Overhaul’s “daughter” is scared as fuck

Overhaul smoothly replies that it’s because he just scolded her. fuckkkk

Mirio’s trying to telepathically communicate to Deku that he can’t show too much suspicion, and he’s again telling Deku “let’s go”

okay, Deku has clearly already decided to save Eri no matter what, so that’s good

he’s pointing out that the bandages are a little extreme for “just horsing around”

Overhaul says she falls down a lot. fucking...

Deku continues to argue that she seems unnaturally traumatized. that’s right, Deku. if he can make a plausible argument for there being good enough cause to save Eri here, he just might be able to get away with it

problem is, I don’t think Overhaul will let it happen. he’s still playing “nice”, but if push comes to shove I think he will shift from “polite citizen” to “rude uncooperative citizen” and he’ll still be able to get away with it without giving up his civilian cover

Deku would save Eri anyway though. we’ve already seen that he will say “fuck you” to the rules if he believes it’s necessary. even if it screws up the investigation

and then there’s the matter of “what does Overhaul want with this girl anyway, and what lengths will he to go to keep her?” I assume she must have a really useful quirk. I don’t think she’s his actual daughter, no way. kidnapped seems more likely. or something along those lines. this guy is an underworld crime lord after all

so as expected, Overhaul has stopped cooperating, and now he’s basically implying that this is none of Deku’s business

yet again Mirio is trying to push Deku to drop it, and he’s worried about them blowing the investigation

so far this is the only thing Mirio’s done that I disapprove of. sorry Mirio. you’re still a beautiful cinnamon roll

(ETA: Mirio I totally forgive you and I’m sorry for ever doubting you. you beat yourself up so much over this afterward and you were so hard on yourself and you pushed yourself to your limits and beyond to make up for it and you didn’t have to, it wasn’t your fault. you’re so good and brave. aghhh I’m still so upset about this)

but Deku thinks it’d be even more out of character and suspicious to leave at this point

point: Deku

oh shit, even Overhaul’s acknowledging this, and now he’s changing up his strategy

he’s shrugging and says he understands their concern

and holy shit now he’s inviting them to follow him into this dark alley

loooool follow him into the alley if you want to be spontaneously combusted, kids

oh my god they’re actually gonna do it. “it’s not like we can just make off with her”

sure, but you can argue that you want to continue this discussion over at the police precinct just to be safe. or in literally any private place that isn’t a dark alley where no one will hear you explode. or, and here’s a crazy thought, you could just tell him “no thank you sir, I think we can talk about it right here”, and to hell with whether or not he’s “embarrassed”

but nooo, they’re following him in there. sigh

Overhaul says Eri does nothing but rebel and that he’s ~worried~ about her

:’D cry me a riverrrr

so naturally Deku suspects abuse

but now he finally does have his poker face on -- he always did have that delayed reaction time, didn’t he -- and he’s playing along and says “that sounds rough”

Overhaul’s all “kids are hard to understand”

and now he appears to be moving to take off his gloves

heh. this isn’t good huh

well, you guys wanted to get proof of Overhaul doing something villainous, though...

I don’t suppose Mirio has like a panic button he can push to alert Nighteye in situations like these without letting on that he’s called for backup? that seems like something these guys should have

anyway so now everyone’s on alert because they all know shit is about to go down

oh shit

ERI NO

Overhaul, absolute bastard that he is, is asking Eri if she’s done with her “little tantrum”

and she’s nodding. fuuuuuuck

now Overhaul’s apologizing for bothering them, bidding them farewell, and HE’S LEAVING WITH THAT SWEET, SCARED LITTLE GIRL OH MY GOD

this is so upsetting?! I’m so fucking upset right now???

Deku wants to go after them, but Mirio’s holding him back again, and now I’m back to siding with him

he says that if they push it they’ll just make it harder to catch him later on

and he’s right. but this is still fucking devastating. and Deku looks just as upset as I feel

jesus christ look what he fucking did to the guy who was supposed to be watching her

JESUS CHRIST

and that happened because Eri tried to run. he doesn’t even have to hurt her to keep her in line; all it’ll take is threatening to hurt other people, because she knows he’ll follow through

fucking shit, I don’t like this! you guys this dude is SO FUCKING EVIL holy shit. he makes Tomura look like a kid playing cops and robbers

ughhh Eri’s trying to shut it out and I can’t I need someone to rescue her like fucking yesterday my dudes

Overhaul is telling Eri she needs to “stop being selfish”

whaaaaaat the fuck

what the fucking fuck you guys

okay so we’ve got a fucking torture chair or whatever, and it’s hooked up to at least two big stasis-chamber-looking things. and there’s all this medical equipment all around. what the hell, what is going on

this guy was not fucking kidding when he said he had a real, actual villain plan and not just vague All Might-crushing ambitions like Tomura. I have no idea what this guy is planning, but damn does it look legit

AND SPEAKING OF TOMURA

FUCK ME, IF THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS GETS INVOLVED IN THIS TOO THE HEROES MIGHT JUST BE SCREWED

(ETA: ooooooor, it might just ironically be the thing that gets them unscrewed. definitely wasn’t expecting that. although I’m still not quite done with the arc yet so we’ll see)

oh my god. fucking bad guys. I’m gonna chill to Overhaul’s trap beat theme again for a little bit

BONUS:

good for him, now we know it works. he can take it off again now lol

#bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #toogata mirio #eri (bnha)#overhaul (bnha)#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #one thing I do like about the revised hood design is that his hair is sticking out all wildly in the back #he looked SUPER weird all the way back in chapter 8 when he had it all tucked under the mask #he still looks super weird here but it's not quite as bad #there's a bit less second-hand embarrassment #oh deku

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Melting Magnets: a Sanubis Fic

One of my old Sanubis fics. Enjoy!

WARNING: Non-descriptive mentions of sex. Brief adult language. Rated high T.

Sadie knew she should have been a smidge more careful with the mission, but honestly, it wasn't like she was trying to release a horde of demons into the Met and collapse from straining her magic. She wasn't sure why Anubis was making such a big deal out of it.

"I'm making a big deal out of it because you were an inch away from dying," he hissed, his gorgeous coffee-colored eyes alight with anger. Really, it wasn't fair that he looked so attractive, even while yelling at her. When she found him in her room so late at night, she hoped he had a different sort of passionate encounter on his mind, but that clearly wasn't going to happen any time soon. "Did you even take a second to consider the consequences of the spell?"

"Alright, I thought you promised to cut the bloody mind-reading shit," she snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what was I supposed to do; let the demons wreak havoc on the rest of Brooklyn? You know I couldn't let that happen."

"I thought you promised to stop being so reckless with your life. You could have let Carter, or Zia, or literally anyone else who was there help you take care of the problem!"

"I know my limits," she shouted, her sapphire eyes glittering dangerously. "I've used ha-di a thousand times! I only passed out for a minute!"

"You've never used it on this large a scale!" Anubis spread his hands wide, clearly getting more and more frustrated. "One of the reasons your father allowed me to stay here with you was so that I could keep you safe. How am I supposed to do that if you keep throwing yourself in the path of danger? I shouldn't have to keep checking the faces of the souls lining up for judgment every time I have to go to the Duat, hoping that you're not one of them!"

"Look, Death Boy, I'm seventeen; I'm not a child anymore! And you're my boyfriend, not my babysitter!"

"Sadie, as much as I wish you weren't, you are still mortal. Every time you over-extend your powers, you come close to death. I cannot watch you kill yourself out of sheer stupidity!" He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, sighing in frustration. "I'm needed back at the Hall of Judgment. I trust you can manage to not die in the time I'm gone."

She let out a gasp of indignation as he pushed the air in front of him, creating a doorway of darkness.

"Fuck you!" she shouted at his back as he stepped through the portal, angrily tugging at the red streak in her blonde hair. Then she turned and screamed into her pillow.

"Woah, someone had a rough night," Jaz joked as Sadie walked into the infirmary. Zia, bandaging a burn on one of the anklebiters, chuckled quietly before freeing her charge. "Let me get you an energy potion. How was he?"

Sadie supposed Jaz had the right to make assumptions. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was a tangled mess, and she probably looked like she didn't get any sleep the night before (which was true). She was lucky it was Saturday—she was definitely not in the mood to deal with Drew and the rest of the Plastic BAGs.

"Nothing happened," Sadie grumbled, accepting the potion Jaz handed to her. "We got into a bloody fight about the mission. I don't know why Anubis got so upset—I've had way closer calls before!"

Jaz looked up from putting gauze back on the infirmary shelf and quirked a perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow. Zia narrowed her amber eyes.

"Fine," Sadie sighed, sinking onto one of the infirmary beds. "I get it. He just doesn't want to see me hurt, blah, blah, blah. What should I do?"

"I would just apologize," Zia suggested, sitting down on the bed across from her. "If I'm being totally honest, you were a tiny bit reckless last night."

"Yeah, yeah, I should have let everyone help me instead of panicking," she said, crossing her arms. "No one realized how many demons there were at the museum. I thought I could handle it."

"Well, at least you realize what you did wrong," Jaz mentioned. "You and Anubis get into little fights all the time. Just handle it like the ones before."

"Yeah, but before, we would just make out before it got too intense," Sadie said, collapsing back onto the bed. "This is the first one where he actually left."

Zia sighed. "Look, the only experience I have in relationships is with your brother—"

"Which is why I don't exactly trust your judgment when it comes to romance."

"But anyone can see that you two have a huge, magnetic attraction," Zia continued. "I know I didn't approve of you and Anubis at the beginning, but he definitely cares for you. You've been together for four years. He won't be gone for long."

"Whenever he comes back from his hissy fit, just kiss and make up," Jaz maintained, flipping back her curly blonde ponytail and moving over to where Sadie was sitting. "Whenever Walt and I have a fight, we always try to get it out of the way as soon as possible."

"Alright, fine," Sadie reluctantly agreed, running her hand through her red-streaked hair. "I won't make any promises—I'm still pissed off about it. Now I'm going to go teach my divine words class on no sleep. This will be marvelous."

"As the closest thing we have to a doctor, I'm going to recommend you don't do any intense magic today," Jaz said, crossing her arms. "Just go get something to eat and take a nap—you need to restore your energy levels."

"I'll cover your class," Zia added, playing with a fire amulet around her neck.

"Thanks, you guys." Sadie chugged the rest of the energy potion. "I'll tell you how it goes."

"Oh, and Sadie?" Zia called after her. "You might want to clean yourself up a bit. It's hard to feel better when you, ah, don't look your best."

"And if everything does go well with Anubis tonight, remember to use protection!" Jas shouted after her.

Sadie flipped a certain finger at them before walking away. Honestly, she needed better friends.

She collapsed on her bed, still in her combat books, red tank, and black jeans from earlier, and groaned. It seemed that, as per usual, nothing in Brooklyn House would wait for her romantic issues to be resolved. After being quite rudely awakened from her nap by her brother, she was forced to answer the questions of some moronic old magicians in the First Nome, deal with what Felix aptly named an "Ice-pocalypse," reprimand Felix for using his powers in the dining room, apologize to Felix for making him sob, and confiscate one of Walt's lion amulets from the anklebiters. What's more, that bloody-minded Jackal Boy hadn't shown up since the fight, and she was getting more and more irritated by the minute.

Sadie was debating whether or not she was recovered enough to use ha-di on him when a knock sounded from her door. She muttered some choice words under her breath as she heaved herself up and stomped over to answer it.

"Carter, I swear to all the gods of Egypt, if those old gits have another question, I will—" She stopped abruptly when she realized it was not, in fact, her brother standing at the door.

Anubis stood in the hallway, looking as attractive as ever in his skinny black jeans, white T-shirt, and classic leather jacket. His hair was perfectly rumpled in his typical just-had-amazing-sex fashion, and he had a stupid little half-smirk on his gorgeous face.

"Lady Kane," he said, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Oh, no," she huffed, narrowing her black-rimmed eyes. "You do not get to leave me in the middle of a fight, show up an entire twenty-four hours later unannounced, and go all Lady Kane on me, expecting me to drop my panties and forget everything."

He sighed through his nose, tilting his head to the side. "May I come in?"

Sadie crossed her arms over her chest. "What, so you can give me another lecture about being responsible? I get it, Death Boy. I wouldn't have used the spell if there wasn't another option, and if you think I'm just going to pretend that there was anything else I could have done—"

"By Osiris' Kingdom, you are so infuriating sometimes," he interrupted, sounding exasperated, before leaning in and locking their lips together, hard. She rolled her eyes and kissed back, tangling her hands in his hair and deepening the kiss. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him.

"Are you going to let me in now?" he asked after a few moments, his eyes smoldering.

"Oh, shut up," Sadie snapped, grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him into her room. She shoved off his jacket and resumed snogging him thoroughly, slipping her hands under his shirt, grazing her knuckles against his toned stomach and bringing him even closer to her.

He growled low in his throat. The next thing she knew, Anubis had lifted her up and pressed her against the wall by her bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started kissing down her neck. She had almost forgotten how strong he was—being the god of funerals really gave him an unfair advantage. As she busied herself with undoing his belt, the way he pushed her shoulders back with his forearm as he grazed his hands across her chest was almost painful. Unwillingly, she let out a tiny gasp of discomfort.

Anubis pulled back, his eyes widening. His hair was now a tangled mess, and he looked a bit dazed. "Did I…Did I hurt you?"

"I'm fine," Sadie muttered, glancing down and dropping her feet to the floor. "Just get back here."

He looked at her quietly for a moment, his head cocked to the side, before leaning back in with a decidedly gentler kiss. The clothing that separated them started to slowly came off until there were no barriers between them, and the sound of their heavy breathing blocked out all other noises.

When it was over, they lay tangled in the sheets of her bed, her bare back against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder.

"I apologize for last night," Anubis said quietly, stroking her hair softly. "I… I wouldn't be able to bear it if anything happened to you. I overreacted, and I'm sorry for that."

"It's alright," she whispered, turning over to face him. "I overreacted as well. I'll attempt to be more careful."

He pressed another kiss to her forehead. "I trust your judgment. Until you get granted immortality, I will attempt to not panic."

Sadie snorted lightly and closed her eyes, snuggling closer into his warmth. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Jackal-Head. That's a while into the future."

"I know," he whispered softly, as her breathing mellowed out. "I love you."

"Mm-hmm," she said sleepily. He might have said something else, but she was already asleep.

#sanubis #tkc #the kane chronicles #sanubis fanfiction #fanfiction #sadie kane #anubis

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