#my requests r closed btw!! I have too many i need to catch up on lol

[junnibook]

Pt.2 Can I request nsfw alphabet's For 1.hawks 2.iwa-chan 3.daichi 4. SHIGARAKI!!

Shigaraki Tomura nsfw alphabet.

A/n: have fun you dust loving reader 🙏🏼

Q: would you force skin care on him?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

wait, your alive? like your not a pile of dust on his bed? wow okay.. well firstly his aftercare sucks, just saying, he doesn’t care to stay around and if he does have deep feelings for you it would still suck because he’ll either go do “work” or he’ll play the game. his way of after care is keeping you alive so don’t push it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes your boobs and your face. one he’s like a child and most children cling to their mothers chest plus he likes the size and how they feel. they do have a lot of bite marks. he likes your face because of all the fear and emotions you show him. he cant get enough of that, make those faces for him more often. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s a messy boy. okay so one his cum would taste overly salty so if your a swallower get a cup of water because your gonna need it, two its super thick for no reason at all. he likes to leave his cum any and everywhere. he doesn’t came if it’s messy. you turned him on, purposely so that’s your problem.

D = Dick size ( the size of their dick)

he’s above average and isn’t too thick but makes up for it in length. i wouldn’t say he’s a proud boy he honestly doesn’t care if he’s big or not, if someone had somethings to say they could gladly be turned into a pile of ash and he would pee on it it and move on with his ashy day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

none, the boy doesn’t like people before he met you or whom ever, he was like a needy wild animal he had it the first time, didn’t know how to act. just humping away feeling that good ol pleasure and was blinded by it, yea if you had your first with him than he would 100% be rough with you... masochist.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he quickly finds out that he likes to be deep into you- like fully into you, he likes mating press the most, just be on birth control because he doesn’t like condoms like at all. im sure you don’t want any baby shiggys running around turning children into dust right?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

no way, not a chance. you won’t catch him being goofy at all. he has his DICK out and is showing himself to YOU. be glad that you made this far, don’t test him by trying to be goofy. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

100% not shaved or trimmed. why would he? he’s a busy man plus he doesn’t care like at all.. if you have a problem with it shave it your self other than that don’t say anything abt it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

N O he doesn’t know romance it’s not in his mind set. the most he will do that you can call romantic is go easier and or softer on you. if your looking for emotional sex for comfort or something.. get you a side piece and use them for that one thing

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yea he does, it’s a stress relief and on his pettiest of days he’ll leave his cum near you. he wouldn’t care if you thought it was gross, he’ll leave his cum by you and move on with his day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he likes: praise kink, because he likes no he loves when you praise him for making you go dumb over his dick. 

he likes giving you just a little pain.. he likes the literal tears in your eyes. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere he pleases which is mostly in his room. all for one told him off the last time he fucked in public since people got a half a look at his face. but if he wasn’t told not to he’d fuck you in public. “ show the hero’s how you take dick from a villain”  

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anything- he’s so easily turned on, but if he’s playing the game and you try and distract him- he takes that as a threat and literally will sit on you so that you can’t move- or if he’s angry and almost won and you made him lose, he’ll grab you by the neck, have his thumb dangerously close to the rest of his fingers on your throat pull you close and look into your eyes. “stop being annoying before i makes you regret it “ 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

sit down loves he isn’t a bottom nor does he want to try it out, he’s top and if you don’t like it - leave {btw you cant leave because he literally won’t let you} he also doesn’t eat you out- he thinks it’s gross-

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

his head is terrible, he hates eating you out AND him fingering you is like Russian roulette, his thumb might accidently meet up with the rest of his fingers and turn your pussy into dust- no more wap for you, you now have the dap {dusty ass puh} also he might let you suck him might not- he has trust issues and he doesn’t trust your teeth. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like i said- he isn’t the type to go slow, he’s chasing his own pleasure si yes he will go hard and fast nonstop. safe words are needed but will be ignored- just saying so if you don’t like it so rough that your legs give out for a few days than find a new partner because he isn’t for you love. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies are basically you sucking him up while he plays the game - if you want him that bad than you can wait until he wants to get off the game and fuck you, lucky for you it isn’t a long wait.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he use to be risky until he had his face shown at his attacks and so he can’t be risky and fuck you out in public to often, before he was seen he would fuck you in public places- where they could hear you moan 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last up to two rounds- sorry maybe three if he’s needy and maybe four if he’s stressed which is all the time.. so it depends on his mood because it changes from time to time as you know.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t have time for things likes that and besides but how much he’s giving you- you wouldn’t be able to think about anything yet alone toys. he thinks they are weird and un needed. “are you saying my dick isn’t good enough for you? “ say no if you want, he’ll have you in tears begging for him in minutes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

meh- not to much he doesn’t have time to waste on teasing you, he has plans and wouldn’t want to pause them just to tease you, take the dick and go to sleep. it’ll knock you out for sure so sleep up before he wants more. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he doesn’t moan he insults- like degradation kink is a small kink of his, he likes the way it sounds coming form him and he loves the way you repeat it when he tells you too, because who are you to refuse him. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he is down to share you, he likes the idea of breaking you down while using another guys dick. that would probably be a punishment though, like if you happened tp the extra annoying that day and just kept brothering him. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his dick is ashy so be careful don’t get rub burn- im joking it’s not ashy probably  the most non ashy  place on his body,

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as you might think- taking down the heros will always come first on his mind- his games are second and you come.. well last- your the last thing on his mind. no offense.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

knocked out no questions asked, your knocked out too for sure, he put you straight tp sleep. so take the sleep while you can.

#` #anime #im sorry it sucks #anime ask #x reader #ask #likecommentshare #naruto shippuden #haikyuu!! #mha #naruto #shiggy #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki smut #shigaraki imagine

[boys-from-santacarla]

can I request a David X Michael smut? if you're not comfortable then I totally understand :)

Notes: Ok, so first off: thank you so much for your request🤍. Second: this is my very first time writing a one shot about these boys, so I came up with this because I'm sure David's kink is to watch Michael hunt, so I tried my best. I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I really really hope you like it 🤞🏻❤️. I accept feedback, writing advices, constructive criticism 😂, and more comments you want to let me know! I'm sorry you had to wait so much, btw, but I'm new on editing long posts on Tumblr.

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, blowjob, handjobs, and basically just gay vampires.

Fast Learner (David x Michael)

They were on their way back to the cave. It had been four months since his turning, so by now the things coming with being a vampire were already accepted by Michael. But the midnight killings were still hard to get used to.

"You were good tonight, Michael." David commented interrupting his moral dilemma and sliding his arm over his shoulders. He tried to smile kindly and accepted the embrace.

"He says that 'cause he wants to get in your pants!" Paul joked from behind.

Everyone laughed and David gave him the finger, only increasing the laughs from the others.

"But he's right, Mike." Dwayne's deep voice added "You were better this time." Michael only nodded.

They quickly walked down the stairs and everyone went separate ways to get ready to catch some rest. Mike had some plans to get clean and prepare to get back home, but before he could totally get away from David's grasp, the blonde applied more force to keep him in place.

"Where you think you're going?" He asked amused.

"The sun's getting out and I still need to go home." He reminded him in an obvious tone. It was hard to maintain his normal life and keep up with his nocturnal schedule.

David's eyebrows raised up "Don't you think you'll need to look more... Normal?" He said grinning referring to his blood-soaked clothes. "Mom Emerson never told you to get clean after going out to play?" He laughed a little.

Mike decided to play clown too "So that's the only reason I'll need to delay my fly back? Get decent to go out?" He snapped back and bit his lip watching the other's mouth. David's eyes sparkled in delight. Straight to the point was his thing. So It didn't took more than three seconds to place Michael between his cold body and the wall with his hungry lips ravishing him.

He kept his fists on Michael's shirt, grinding his hips against the other boy to give his cock some needed friction.

"You really did good out there tonight. Making those pricks scream..." He whispered, lightly brushing the other's lips with his words. He stucked his tongue out and marked a wet path from jaw to cheekbone, then made a trail to the lobe and bit it. "Gave me a memorable show". He would never admit it out loud, but seeing Michael participate so vividly in their huntings always turned him on.

"I think I've learned from the best." Whispered the brunette while sliding his hands from David's waist to his ass. Then he took possession of the exposed neck with his teeth and tried to place a mark. David moaned and took hold of Michael's clothed cock to control his body and switch places. Now with him in between the wall and Mike, their kissing got rapidly messy, with both nibbling and sucking any exposed area. And Michael swore if he wasn't his new self, he would now be hot all over.

"But still you make a mess of yourself" David separated his mouth from the collarboone in mid attack and yanked the blood stained shirt. Michael knew he was right; it was normal to get back from their hunting with some blood on them, but not this much. So he put some inches of separation between them to lift his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Better this way?" He asked smirking.

"Yeah." David breathed taking in sight the defined pecs and strong abdomen. Wasting no more time he took hold of Michael's right hand and pulled it to his bulge. "Your technique at sucking still needs improvement tho."

"And you're volunteering to let me practice?" Mike replied almost in awe.

"Always"

Michael have him one last hot kiss, roughly biting his mate's lower lip at the end, and began his way down. His cold hands roamed David's belly underneath his shirt, sensually caressing his abdomen. The only thing the newly turned vampire hated about giving David head was the struggle with so many layers of clothes.

"Why don't you ever take this fucking coat off anyway? You're too cold?" Michael grumbled half joking, never taking his hands off.

"You're testing your luck, you know that?" If he was someone else, he would definitely be far gone by now, David thought.

But at least he was doing a great job.

Settling on his knees, he got to his target. He pressed his face to the already fat bulge and wetly kissed the thick layer of fabric. Then he slowly unzipped it and took it out of its confines, earning a low moan and two hands starting to stroke his soft curls.

Before going any further he looked up and saw David's head leaned on the wall with his eyes half closed. He grinned in contentment, feeling a mix of amusement, excitement and happiness realizing the power he had over this creature in vulnerable moments like this.

He took in one hand the cock before him and David inahled a sharp breath when it was softly squeezed at the base. This was followed by a leisure lick from the bottom to the top. As if savouring it for the first time, Michael gave it a couple of more tastes to then take the crown in his mouth, smacking his lips when he pull it out.

"Fuck, Michael" David breathed.

"That can come later" Mike answered and resumed his work putting the crown in his mouth again, this time giving it shelter a few more seconds before taking it deeper in his mouth. To cover the part left behind he moved his hand to massage it in rhythm with his mouth, and with the other hand he fondle his balls to gently roll and weigh them.

David kept moaning in appreciation, putting some pressure on Mike's skull and tugging at some strands to keep control of the pace, bobbing the head at his pleasure.

Without any more control in himself, David cradled the head with his palms pressing both cheeks and began to frantically fuck Michael's mouth.

"Shit. I love you can handle this" he praised while moving his thump to open more the wet cavity. His panting went wild as well as his movements, causing Michael to give up and just relax his throat to take as much as David gave him.

"Michael you keep it like that and I'm coming soon." David said and then stopped his fucking. He whined and pulled out dripping cock. "Get up" he ordered. Michael obligued and tried to gain some balance putting his hands on David's waist.

"You got big hands, babe." David mentioned "Why don't you work them on us." He commanded unbuckling Michael's jeans while Mike himself spitted on his palm to add slickness. When Michael's dick sprung free, he brought their hardnesses together. The touch made them both gasp, but in search for more Mike took both cocks more firmly in his right hand and changed his angle a bit to fit them correctly in the grasp.

Both moaned feeling their swelled dicks move together, and David said, controlling his tone to not sound pleading "Move."

And Michael began the strokes. At first he struggled to keep both cocks in his hand, so he adjusted his fingers to handle them better and began to catch velocity.

Michael started to feel dizzy with pleasure. With the adrenaline from the hunting still flowing through his veins, the sexual act felt even more powerful. So he put his head on David shoulders and moaned louder. "Damnit." He squeezed harder on their cocks.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that, babe." David panted in his ear. He then took hold of his neck with one hand and licked the other to lubricate it before moving it down to help make a better hold on themselves. They both began trusting in matched tempo, seeking their mutual release. They keep thrusting as brutally as they could.

Moments past before Michael whined, signaling his closeness "Oh, god. God, Im gonna come! I'm gonna-" he groaned and lost control of himself, spurting his load, getting both their hands and bellies sticky. The excitement making his body loose made his fangs come out, biting David's shoulder while spasming.

With Michael's hand reflexing involuntarily, and David's hand milking the last of him with hard strokes, David came too, sighing satisfied with relief. After a few recovering moments he noticed Michael's hand had fallen, breaking the contact on the now resting organs, but still felt the fangs cutting through his rough skin. Albeit not hurt, he protested the injury trying to catch his lover's attention clearing his throat. When Michael didn't respond, he tried again taking a deep breath and speaking "I still need to teach you to control those." He then smiled

Michael chuckled.

#the lost boys oneshot #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys michael x david #michael emerson #michael the lost boys #david the lost boys #gays being vamps #my writings

[strongsassysexysloane]

Patience isn't Sloane's Middle Name

A/n: - So something got my new plot bunny juices flowing tonight. I will forever blame @regal-roni for it. Btw. Didn't edit so, sorry?

But I hope you all enjoy :)

Sum:- A little something when reader works undercover and the assignment goes longer than expected and time is itching closer to a very important date. No not that date.

When you took this assignment you had no idea what the costs would be. It's not like you hadn't done undercover work before but this time was different. This time you had someone to come home to and someone that would worry about you above all else. So maybe you did have some idea of the costs but this assignment was turning out to be longer than expected. You'd infiltrated the drug ring no sweat, having connections from previous undercover cases but the slimeball you were trying to catch this time was more devious than the others. He actually had half a brain.

What should've been a week, two at most, was now going into your fourth week. That wouldn't of bothered you so much, but next week was Jack's birthday and after the year she has had, more like life, you wanted to make it special. Her last birthday you'd taken her out for dinner but that was before you worked up the courage to ask her out. That happened a month later. And she may have been the one to ask you out, if you were being truly honest. Now it was nine months later, the best months of your life and you were lying in a wire cot with most likely bed bugs in the century old mattress, wide awake, wishing you were in bed with the love of your life.

She'd no doubt be wearing one of your old Navy shirts, but you couldn't breathe a word of that to anyone otherwise you'd be on the couch for a month, and those tiny light blue PJ bottoms to match. The thought and image made you smile as you closed your eyes and dreamed of her beside you.

The next morning was check in, you managed to sneak away under the pretense of getting coffee like you'd done almost every morning. Drug dealers still needed their go go juice. Usually it would just be a few texts or a phone call using a burner your partner left you at the table inside the cafe but this morning was a video call check in.

You instantly smiled when your work partner, Danny, popped up on screen looking like they'd hardly slept a wink but the smile wasn't for them. You could see in the shadows of MTAC a blur taking up one of the back row seats. You'd recognise that blur anywhere.

"Make it quick otherwise she'll shoot me later." Danny moaned, sipping their cup of morning joy.

You chuckled and saw the blur flick of her shoes and pull her legs up onto the seat, hugging them to her chest. "Got another run to do today and heard of a meet up this afternoon. Hoping Guzzler will be there. It's at..." You paused, looking at your girlfriend and then back to your partner on the tiny screen. "I'll send ya the time and address. High chance they'll be there and you better be ready. I'm ready to come home."

"I'll say." Danny agreed. "I'm ready not to be the go between." They rolled their eyes and looked over their shoulder. "I heard that grumble, Sloane."

You chuckled at their exchange. As much as Jack got along with everyone at NCIS, her and Danny were a different level. Not on fighting terms but she put a lot on Danny in these situations. "Thanks, D. I got it from here." You nodded at each other and Danny left the screen as Jack skipped up to the chair and the computer at the side of MTAC. "Stop bugging Danny, baby." Throwing in her favourite nickname softened the request. "I got this, they have my back and I'll be home in time to spoil you rotten."

"I'll hold you to that." You could tell she forced a smile. Her badgering of your partner was always because of your safety even though you were a fully fledged NCIS Agent with years of undecover work, she still worried. So would you if the roles were reversed, luckily for you, they hardly ever were.

You bit back, hoping to soften her worries. "Says miss I don't celebrate." You winked.

She sighed, leaning back into the chair. "I don't but I just..." She pulled her legs up again, hugging them close, resting her chin on her knee. You hated seeing her like this, everyone saw the strong faced Jacqueline Sloane but you were lucky enough to see her soft edges, the ones she hid from the world.

"I miss you too." You finished the sentence for her even though she was probably thinking of something else.

There was silence and you coffee got brought over. You both knew that time was running out but you couldn't hang up on her just yet. Not when she was like this.

"Dreamt about you last night."

That perked her up, dropping her knees and leaning forward with a slanted smirk. "Reeeeally? What was I doing?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me what you wore to bed last night?" You challenged, praying.you were right.

She laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear. She leaned in closer, looked over her right then left shoulder. "Your Navy training shirt and your purple boxers." She whispered.

You were half right and the half that was wrong you didn't care in the least. It was better than you prayed for. Closing your eyes, you smiled and it only got wider as you heard her laugh.

"Well?"

"You were laying beside me, doing your little purs through your half closed lips, your legs sort out mine for warmth and then I woke up to a loud smash of some idiot coming back late from a job." You opened your eyes when the image of Jack was replaced with the shadows of the night before.

"And here I was thinking it was something more R rated."

"That was the dream the night before." You winked, making her laugh again. It was your favourite thing to do. You sighed, finishing your coffee and looking at the time. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow if not sooner, ok?"

"Miss you."

"Miss you too." You tried your best to give her a reassuring smile before turning the screen black. It was the hardest part of the job but someone had to do it.

To no one's surprise the meeting in the afternoon lead to nothing but a bunch more Intel for the DEA and nor Guzzler. This meant another night sleeping with your new friends, the bed bugs.

You were woken by a raid I'm the early hours of the morning. Apparently Mr Guzzler wasn't as savvy as the previous four weeks and slipped up later that evening on a DUI of all things. From the recordings from the meetings you attended over the past two weeks and the chit chat you listened into of an evening, they got him on many counts and you were free to head back to the office after you reported to the DEA and snuck out the back so no slimeball saw who you really were.

Walking in to see the orange walls was comforting after so long and you slipped down to the gym showers before going to see Jack. The quick rinse was enough and you slipped into your training gear and headed up to her office.

"I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be at work this early." You leaned against the doorframe to her office, her head snapped up at the sound of your voice.

She smiled, lifting her reading glasses onto her head, pulling back her long blonde locks. "It's only just hit 0730." She shrugged, you could tell she was hiding her excitement and instant urge to run into your arms like she'd done after every other undercover op you'd taken over the last nine months. Honestly it was the best thing to come home to.

"And?"

"And there was no one to cuddle so whats the point of sleeping in?"

You walked into her office, disliking the distance still between you. She hopped up from her desk chair as soon as you took the first step, walking around her desk and into your arms. You burried your face in her hair. "I missed you."

She hummed, tightening her hold around your neck, you did the se.around her waist. "Next time come.to me before you shower. Bed bugs and all."

"Clearly you haven't dealt with bedbugs before." You felt her laugh rather than hear it.

You stood there for almost ten minutes, just holding each other before you leant back and placed a kiss on her lips.

"I have a report to type up but after that I'm swinging by the Directors office for a quick debrief and I'll talk him into letting us have the next few days off." You smiled into the kiss that followed.

There was a cough at the door but neither of you seperated. It was the Director, eight months ago you would've jumped apart but four weeks without holding her in your arms, you weren't letting go and neither was she. "Morning, Leon." Jack smiled, resting her head against your shoulder.

"Morning, debrief in 20 Agent Y/N. Your partner has already requested your leave and Jack requested hers three weeks ago. Get the report done and you can both go home for the week."

"Thanks, Leon." Jack hummed.

"Happy Birthday, Jack." He smiled back at her and continued on his path to his office.

"three weeks ago, hey?" You squeezed her sides and she jumped up.

She shrugged seeing.your questioning eyes. "Thought I deserved some time off with my love for my birthday."

Your heart pounded and melted at her words. "You deserve the world, Jacqueline Sloane."

That got you a passionate, spine tingling kiss in return. The next week was going to be one hell of a catch up after the last month and neither of you could wait!

. . . .

Did I plan on writing a new fic/drabble thing tonight? Nope. Am I beyond tired? Absolutely. I apologize for everyone waiting on my other fic. I'm just really tired and working retail Christmas is exhausting, I have more midnight shifts this week 👌 bit if you'll forgive me for not updating that story I may have a drabble of such almost ready for Christmas day :) I hope that makes up for it.

#jack sloane #jacqueline sloane #jack sloane x reader #fanfic #ncis #ncis reader insert

[ssttitdramon]

Ready To Hear It?

Ramón Morales x Stella Nicholls

Request: Ramón x Stella thing where Ramón comes back from the war and Stella confesses her feelings to him and idk what else to put

Word Count: 2,769

Note: Sorry that I posted this later than promised. You might’ve just wanted a Ramón x Stella moment, but the thought of the three in college, letters from Ramón in Vietnam, and Ramón’s family was something stuck in my head so I included all of that too. If you’d like to send in a request, take a look at the rules.

Also: The random u.s. state generator gave me Texas so that’s where he’s from in this fic (M.G. is actually from there btw!) and I made up family members because the ssttitd writers really didn’t give us much on Ramón’s backstory.

Warning: Brief mentions of the Vietnam war, including an injury/surgery (left hand + broken ribs)

Stella riffled through her backpack once again, checking that she had everything she needed before leaving to Texas. Two years after Ramón left for Vietnam, he came back on a stretcher with three broken ribs and on the verge of losing his left hand. 

According to his sister, Elizabeth, he was finally home from the hospital a week and a half later, recovering from a broken hand and lower rib removal surgery. 

When Stella received the first phone call from Elizabeth, she and Auggie were in the middle of flipping through flashcards for an upcoming major government test. The knocking on her door woke up Chuck, who was passed out on the floor and tried to reach for it.

Stella beat him to it first, opening the dorm door to the bossy redheaded RA, “Yeah?" 

"There’s an Elizabeth on the phone for you down there.” she scrunched her face at the sight of Auggie and Chuck in the room.

Stella turned to look at them, both shrugging. The boys still followed Stella downstairs and stood close by, trying to figure out who the mysterious Elizabeth was.

“Hello?”

“Ah hi, Stella Nicholls?” answered the quiet voice from the other end.

“Yes, this is she. May I ask, who are you?” Stella asked, looking over to the two boys in confusion.

“Oh, I’m Ramón’s sister. He gave me your number some months ago, but I wanted to let you and your friends know that Ramón is back home now and-” her voice cracks and she sniffs, “I’m sorry. He’s injured, but he’s okay.” she manages.

Stella was stunned, “Ramón is back…” she said softly, trying out the words in her own mouth. Stella was afraid saying it any louder would somehow make it false.

“What?” Auggie and Chuck snap in unison, getting closer to the girl.

“Ramón is back.” Stella declared, bringing her hand up to her mouth. “Wait, so he’s injured? Have you seen him?" 

"No, he came in four days ago and is held up at the hospital. They won’t tell us more, but we’ll get to see him tonight.” Elizabeth answered her, voice shaking and on the verge of tears. She couldn’t help but to think about her older brother, she lost him and can hardly handle the thought of losing another brother too.

Stella quickly thanked her for thinking of them and asked to be called for any more news on his recovery. When she hung up, the three were all silently staring at the phone, no one knew how to react. 

“So Ramón’s back? How is he?” Auggie broke the silence, eyeing his friend carefully.

As Stella started to explain the call, she didn’t realize she was tearing up until Chuck wiped her cheek with his sleeve. She pulled the boys in for a hug, the three letting themselves wallow in a pit of emotions. 

Now, while she was packing up to visit him, she couldn’t stop the onslaught of questions she’s already mulled over since the first call. 

How much has the war changed him? How is his family dealing with his return? How different could he be now since he last wrote? Is he in a lot of pain? What if he doesn’t want to see us? 

She frowned at the last one, she couldn’t think like that now. Not when the three were practically invited by his family with his consent. Plus, Chuck finally convinced his roommate to let the trio borrow his car and make the 20+ hour drive to Houston, Texas.  

As Stella walked over to her shelf to grab her journal, the metal tin box containing all of Ramón’s letters caught her eye. Her heart jolted, she opened it up and peered inside, feeling warmth at the sight of the boy’s slanted, tall handwriting. On the nights when Stella had panic attacks, she would open the box and read over bits and pieces of Ramón’s day, finding comfort in his letters.

Stella flipped through some of the trifolded letters, catching random sentences from the top of the papers,

“My mom finally wrote back and she’s not mad at all, I forgot how much I missed her worrying over me…” 

“You’re not much of a flower girl, are you? Here’s this neat flower I pressed, the villagers around here call it Hoa Dao-“

“Sorry it’s been so long, the sky’s been pouring buckets on us in the past month and we’ve only…" 

"Tell Chuck I won’t be able to write him back until next week, but tell him I said congratulations for winning…”

“but I might go to Japan for R&R in a few months,”

“My dad’s still learning English and he’s practicing some on his letters. It’s the best thing seeing chiquillo next to ‘today I took your sister to the tienda y ya ni la hacen aquí, mijo-’” 

“I’m telling you, you’ll be a famous writer. You’ll be selling out all over the world, just wait.”

“oh and there’s this guy here who laughs just like Auggie.”

“This one will be short, the Sgt just got back and already complaining about one grain of sand too many inches to the right- the boys here call him Ol’ Knuckles,”

“Also, remind Chuck to add 5th platoon to my address,”

“but the package that my sister sent me lasted a good two days because-”

“and he had to tackle this stupid scrawny kid to the ground as soon as the dirt started kicking up,” 

“the team did lose two men before we got there though, they left a rosary behind and I didn’t even notice there was a-”

What if I tell him?

That’s a question she’s been avoiding, but it still managed to pop up out of nowhere. Stella never really figured out when she started to have strong feelings for Ramón. Maybe it was when they were running around Mill Valley together trying to figure out the Bellows girl. Maybe it was in the midst of writing back and forth, finding ease in his words. Stella felt silly, she knew she liked him the minute she barged into his car at that drive-in, but she did not expect for the small crush to stick around for that long.

Stella felt conflicted with the idea of confessing to her first real crush. What if he could only see the two as friends while she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him for the past two years? Plus, Ramón just came back from Vietnam and if she considered the stories of those who have come back, would he even care about something like this right now?

She felt her heart twitch at the thought of Ramón’s head still stuck on the other side of the Pacific.

The knock on her door snapped Stella out of her thoughts. Putting the box back on the shelf, she grabbed her journal and went out to Chuck. He flashed her a goofy smile and dangled his roommate’s car keys by the fingers, “I’m driving first, already argued with Auggie about it and it’s settled.” 

The drive to Texas was a long one, the three would switch between driving, reading off from the map and sleeping in the backseat. The first time Auggie was on the wheel, they accidentally veered off course because Chuck apparently doesn’t know how to hold a map. The pair argued in hushed voices, but Auggie’s frustration still woke up Stella. She groggily pushed her way up front and looked over the map, commenting on Chuck’s great sense of direction. Immediately, she pointed her finger at the new route they found themselves in and flopped back down.

In a small town where they stopped to get gas, a couple of middle school students were playing baseball in a nearby field and nearly missed the car’s windshield by an inch. In a split second, Stella was having to hold Chuck back from freaking out on them and had Auggie throw the ball back to the apologetic kids. 

Later that night at a lonely rest stop’s restroom, the boys rushed out of there swearing up and down the men’s room was haunted. “Stella, I’m telling you, the only flickering light was the one in the last stall. We were washing our hands and we suddenly heard shaky humming from there, with no one inside.” Chuck widened his eyes and wiggled his fingers at Stella. 

The tall grass that surrounded the rest stop waved about from the light wind, seeming to make waves towards the woods. As the three looked beyond the pasture, following the waves into the trees, they could barely make out several tall, slender figures in the moonlight at the edge of the woods.

“Those are just tree trunks right?” Auggie asked quietly, until one of the “tree trunks” seemed to let itself glide back like a blade of grass from the wind.

“Alright, I believe you.” Stella admitted as the three rushed into the car, she began to pull out of the parking lot, “I’m so not dealing with this shit again.” 

They drove a few towns over before agreeing to stop at another rest stop that wasn’t completely abandoned and slept in the car for a few hours.

Once they reached the Louisiana-Texas border, Auggie and Stella kept their eyes peeled as they drove an hour into Houston. They managed to find Ramón’s house after passing by it twice and knocked on his door.

Elizabeth welcomed them in, “Hey, my parents are out right now, but Ramón’s awake upstairs.” she noted, closing the door behind them.

Chuck and Auggie immediately noticed the wall of family pictures by the entrance. Elizabeth was quick to point out Ramón’s baby pictures and mentioned the charming resemblance between him and their older brother. Stella looked closer at the image of Ramón and his siblings at a pool before following Elizabeth upstairs.

They stopped at the first white door to the right and lightly knocked, “Ramón, your friends are here.” 

After hearing his “come in”, she opened the door to see Ramón sitting on his bed, occupied with his younger brother. The toddler was too distracted with his plastic dinosaurs to notice the visitors, only looking up when Ramón stopped playing with him and finally noticed everyone at the door.

“Vente,” Elizabeth held her arms out to the small boy, “en un rato juegas con Món.”

The toddler hesitated with leaving Ramón, but after getting his older brother’s go-ahead he walked over to Elizabeth’s arms. The two disappearing into the hallway.  

“Món?” Chuck asked cheekily as Ramón carefully got up.

“Mateo can only pronounce Món and it stuck,” Ramón smirked, “also, I can’t hug you entirely, so you’ll have to do with my right side.” he informed, getting closer to the three.

Stella was the first to hug him, careful with his left side as she buried her face into his shoulder, “If either of you start crying, I’ll start crying too.” Ramón jokingly warned, hand stroking her hair. 

“You hear that, Chucks?” Auggie nudged Chuck’s arm before hugging Ramón.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll start bawling for our guy here any minute now.” Chuck quipped before turning serious, “No really, we missed you dude.” 

“Me too Chucks, even when your letters would keep on ending up miles away from me.” Ramón pulled Chuck in. 

The four settled on his bed, catching up with him for hours into the afternoon. Chuck even took the liberty of drawing on his small arm cast, “Does your hand hurt?” he asked, doodling himself onto the white. 

“Right now it doesn’t, mostly numb thanks to the pills. I still don’t know when I’ll be able to move it and use it.” Ramón noted as Stella grabbed another marker and started to draw a dragon onto his cast.

When Ramón’s parents came home, they invited the three to stay for dinner. Despite the awkward communication and Auggie’s choppy Spanish, they were all comfortable at the table. Most of all, Stella felt content with Ramón sitting next to her and seeing him with his family. Even considered confessing her heart out later that night, but she was still anxious about his reaction. 

After hearing that the trio planned on staying at a hotel for the night, Mr. and Mrs. Morales did not like the idea. “En un hotel? No, como crees. Diles que por lo menos se queden aquí esta noche y ya ven si se van a un hotel mañana.” Mrs. Morales told her daughter, eyes darting between the three. 

“Mija, deja que se duerman en tu cuarto, tú te vas con Ramón.” Mr. Morales added.

Elizabeth smiled, “My parents want the three of you to consider staying here at least for tonight. You guys can sleep in my room, there are two beds there.” she translated. 

Chuck’s eyebrows shot up, “Really? There’s no trouble?” he asked.

“Nah, you guys are fine. My other sister, Ana, is out of town this week and Elizabeth will sleep in my room.” Ramón assured. 

The three thanked Mr. and Mrs. Morales with an awkward, but genuine “gracias”. Chuck and Auggie even got up to help Mrs. Morales gather and take the dishes to the kitchen, much to Ramón’s amusement. Left alone at the table, Ramón and Stella decided to go back upstairs with Mateo on her hip. 

Ramón went into the restroom, took out a bottle of pills from behind the mirror and started to brush his teeth, “Ever since the surgery I’ve been getting tired easily and these pills knock me out.” he explained. “Won’t be able to stay up with you.”

“It’s no problem, we need some sleep too.” Stella let Mateo down once he nudged at her arm to get down. 

I should tell him now.

There it was again, she pondered over confessing as she followed him into his room. For a while, the two were deep in conversation on his bed until he started to drift off, “Sorry if I just fall asleep on you.” he apologized with a small smile.

“Ramón, I…” Stella hesitated, biting her lip. Ramón’s eyes fluttered open a bit, trying to listen to anything else she had to say.

As Ramón’s eyes grew heavy, Stella tried again. “I think I…” she began, hands fidgeting on her lap. “I think I’m in love with you.” she whispered, it was finally out but Ramón was already asleep. 

The next morning as everyone went downstairs for breakfast, Ramón winked at Stella and pulled her close for a hug, “Good morning, how did you sleep?” he asked with a raspy voice.

“Alright, you?” she chirped, the idea of him having heard her last night racing through her head.

“I actually slept pretty well, no nightmares. Think it helps that you’re all here.” Ramón smiled, not knowing what he was doing to the poor girl’s heart. “Tonight, you, Auggie and Chuck should stay in my room to keep the jungle away for another night.” he added.

After breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Morales rushed to work, promising everyone they’d come home early. Everyone settled to watch TV in the living room except Elizabeth, who had already secured plans with her friends. 

“Mateo’s fine with four babysitters today, huh?” Elizabeth commented, carrying the toddler over to Chuck and Auggie’s place on the couch. The two kept the smaller boy laughing by mocking the voices of characters from Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! on screen. On the other couch, Ramón and Stella sat close with his right arm over her shoulders, hand mindlessly playing with her hair. 

Once the three boys tired themselves out from imitating random noises from the TV, they fell asleep with Mateo sprawled out over the older boys. Stella took the opportunity to tell Ramón how she felt, again.

“Ramón, last night in your room.” she recalled, feeling his gaze on her. “I told you something I don’t think you heard.” 

“I heard you, Stella.” Ramón nodded, “I can tell it’s hard for you, but I know what you said last night.” he kissed her temple reassuringly.

“Yeah, it’s hard but I feel like I need to make myself clear.” Stella explained, finally turning to look at him.

Ramón shook his head, “That’s okay, every time I got your letters it would become more and more clear. I feel like I’m the one who hasn’t made myself clear,” he cooed. Hearing that, Stella felt her heart at ease.

“Ready to hear it?” he asked with a knowing smile. 

Before he continued, Stella spontaneously began to pepper kisses all over his face, drawing out a soft giggle from Ramón.

*Feedback is always welcome!*

#ramon morales #scary stories to tell in the dark #ramon morales x stella nicholls #stella nicholls #august hilderbrandt #chuck steinberg #ssttitd #mine #when you do a bunch of vietnam war research #and not even half of it makes it on the work -_- #the ssttitd writers did ramon dirty tho omg #he's got a brother and he ran away :) no :) further :) questions :)

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Hi! I was just about to literally fall at your feet for the wonder that is your erised fic BTW DID I TELL YOU I LOVE FAKE DATING TROPE SO MUCH I COULD BREAK THROUGH WALLS JUST TO GET IT anyway i am SO pleased read SPAZZING when i heard about au requests! so here! DARE DATING! both harry and draco date just to prove who is a better date but the catch is the whole date goes PERFECTLY every gesture every glance is fine but underlying thought is OH U THINK U CAN BEAT ME ON THIS R U LL FU I LL WIN

Thank you for this capslock comment, it made my day! Your prompt is awesome, I was laughing when I was reading it, which always means that I’d enjoy writing it. And I did! It was so much fun to write :)

This is 8th year, dare dating trope (rated Teen, 2k). Apologies for any errors, I’m a non-native Eng speaker :)

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Harry didn’t know how hewas pulled into this madness, but before he knew what was happening, Zabini haddared him to go on a date with Malfoy, Hermione had accepted on his behalf andRon and the rest of his House had taken up the challenge with unprecedentedenthusiasm.

‘You’re representing Gryffindor now, mate,’ Ron said, while the girls oftheir year rifled through Harry’s trunk, trying to find the right outfit.‘Gotta prove you’re better than him at dating.’

Harry tried not to wince as he watched the girls handling his underwear.‘I don’t see why I need to bother with my clothes and — ouch, Parvati, I toldyou a comb doesn’t help, it always looks like this.’

‘Maybe a spell?’ she offered, but he stopped her with a hand. Sheshrugged. ‘Let’s hope he likes it that way.’

‘There’s nothing to like!’ Harry protested. ‘This is a dare.I don’t expect him to like anything about it!’

‘Really?’ Hermione was perched on the end of Ron’s bed, flicking throughthe dating advice section of a Cosmopolitan. ‘Because if he hatesit, it means Gryffindor is bad at dating.’

‘D’you want Gryffindor to look bad, Harry? Do you?’ Seamus said.

Every eye in the room (and there were many) turned to stare at Harry.

‘No, of course not,’ he mumbled. ‘Maybe try your spell?’ he askedParvati, who grinned and took out her wand.

In the end, two and a half hours after this new kind of torture, Harrywas waiting at the school entrance, his hair marginally tamer but a lot softer.He was wearing jeans and a plum-coloured jumper that Fleur and Bill had giftedhim. He hadn’t worn it before. Toonice for school, he’d alwaysthought. Lavender had insisted, though and she’d even untucked his shirt tailsand let them peek underneath the jumper. ‘This slightly messy look is sexy.Will make your date want to touch you.’

Harry had spluttered, ‘I don’t want Malfoy to touch me!’ The thoughtthere’d be touching made his insides squirm in a peculiar way.

Several stern looks had shot at him again. ‘Do you think Malfoy hasn’tthought of everything? He’ll make you want to touch him and then Gryffindorwill fail,’ Ron had said, and that was that. Harry had nodded in a resigned anddetermined way. Gryffindor had to win.

When Malfoy arrived, he looked — Harry didn’t want to think of it thatway, but it was the first word that came to him: he looked glorious.He’d worn a crisp white shirt and a dark grey suit, and he looked so puttogether and neat that Harry had to suppress a sudden urge to ruffle his hairup or wrinkle his shirt.

How deviant. Surely this was a Slytherin tactic, like theones Lavender knew. Harry clenched his fists and led the way out of the castleto Hogsmeade.

The walk there was wreathed in a painful silence. Harry wondered whetherthe Slytherins had had a hand in creating Malfoy’s look. Whether he’d also beenadvised what to do and whether he saw it as a House challenge, like Harry did.But Malfoy stared ahead, almost unconcerned that Harry was by his side, whichannoyed Harry no end.

So he reached out and held Malfoy’s hand.

‘What—?’ Malfoy said, shocked, but smoothed his expression when he sawHarry’s satisfied smile.

‘Is there a problem?’ Harry asked.

‘Of course not,’ Malfoy sneered.

They’d walked for a few more silent minutes when it was Harry’s turn togasp. Malfoy had started caressing his palm with his thumb. Malfoy’s smug smileat Harry’s reaction pissed Harry off.

He’d show him. He started stroking Malfoy’s palm, too, and was rewardedwith a blush spreading on Malfoy’s face. Ha!

‘Where—’ Malfoy had to clear hisvoice and start again. ‘Where do you want to go?’

They’d reached Hogsmeade. Harry’d been thinking about the pub: cozy,lots of booze, perfect place to keep this as non-romantic as possible, but he’dchanged his mind. ‘Madam Puddifoot’s alright?’

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. ‘Sure.’

The tea shop was as frilly as Harry remembered but much less pink nowthat it wasn’t Valentine’s Day. Thankgod for small mercies, Harrythought as he squeezed at a round table at the back next to Malfoy. The limitedspace meant Malfoy sat so close that Harry caught a whiff of his perfume. Whichsmelled nice. Enticing.

Harry winced internally at his thoughts. How could he find Malfoy’ssmell attractive in any way? He might not be a bigoted bully anymore, but hewas still a Class A git.

After they’d ordered coffees (Irish; a shot of alcohol being absolutelyessential to deal with this situation), Malfoy held his hand again. Harry’sstomach performed a flip at his touch, which was quite disconcerting. Harrysilently berated his internal organs for their traitorous behaviour and turnedto Malfoy, trying to come up with some conversation. What do you say to the manwho was your enemy for many years? Hermione had advised Harry to be himself; what bollocks. Harry had to demonstrate dating prowess, but judging by his lastfew dates (Susan Bones, Ernie McMillan, not to mention Cho some years ago) hewas crap at it.

Malfoy, apparently, found words, proving Slytherins had trained him muchbetter than Harry’s housemates had. ‘Your hair looks different. Did you dosomething with it?’

Harry wanted to snap back a biting reply, but instead he said, ‘Parvatiknew a spell that makes it softer.’

‘Oh,’ Malfoy blushed. It was hot in that tea shop. ‘Softer.’ His voice cameraspy and low and brought shivers to Harry’s spine. Merlin, Slytherins hadthought of everything!

‘There’s not a lot I can do with my hair,’ Harry said to fill thesilence. ‘It won’t listen to anyone or anything.’

‘Just like its owner,’ Malfoy smiled.

Harry was taken aback by the lack of mockery in his tone. It almostsounded as if Malfoy was flirting. ‘I guess,’ he smiled back, reluctantly. ‘It gotme into a lot of trouble when I was young. My aunt and uncle hated the sight ofit. Once, my aunt sheared it off so much that you could see my skull. But thefollowing morning it’d all grown back. Back then I’d no clue what had happened.I mean, it’s hard to tame, but I like it.’ Harry shut his mouth. Why on earthwas he babbling about hair? He gave himself a mental kick in the bum.

‘Accidental magic.’ Luckily, Malfoy didn’t seem bored. He thanked thelady that brought their coffees and stirred his cup, his left hand stillwrapped around Harry’s right. Harry would have to spend the rest of the dateone-handed and using his left, because he’d be blasted if hepulled his hand away first. Though, he had to acknowledge that it wasn’t thatmuch of a hardship. Malfoy’s hand felt rather nice, warm and just large enough(Susan’s hands were too small, Ernie’s too large). He decided he could likeMalfoy’s appendages even if he still disliked the person.

Malfoy put down his cup. ‘Once, I made my father’s hair turn blue for aweek. Don’t laugh.’ Malfoy smiled, seemingly pleased with Harry chuckling. ‘Nospell could change it back until he bought me what I’d been asking for: a toybroomstick. He was proud, though; he didn’t even Glamour it when he left thehouse, but praised me for doing such magic at the age of five.’

Malfoy trailed off and stared at his half-full cup. A shadow passed hisface and Harry startled himself by wanting to chase it away. He put it down tohis need to impress his date, that was all. It was all part of the dare.

‘What Quidditch team do you support?’ The change of subject was ratherabrupt, but Harry felt a little flutter when Malfoy gave him a grateful smile.

‘Bristol Buzzards. You? Don’t tell me, I know: Chudley Cannons. Theunderdog, right?’

Once the conversation got going, Harry realised he could almost forgethe was talking with Malfoy and holding his hand. Malfoy shifted, pressinghis thigh against Harry’s, and heat spread through Harry’s body. He wassurprised to realise he’d been enjoying himself and had therefore lost track ofhis goal to beat Malfoy in the dating game. He couldn’t help but be impressed;Malfoy was good at dating. Harry had to step up his game, and the opportunitycame when Madam Puddifoot brought over a huge chocolate soufflé ‘on the house’,while sneaking a glance at Harry’s forehead. Before Malfoy had something to sayabout that (as if Harry could help who offered him free desserts!), Harrypicked up the spoon, cut through the soufflé and offered to feed Malfoy. ‘Wanta taste?’

Read More on AO3: The Dare 

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Mermaid AU

Pirate AU

Durmstrang!Harry and Beauxbatons!Draco AU 

Royalty/Arranged Marriage AU 

Musicians AU

Medieval AU

Fae AU

Adventure AU

Firefly/Space AU

Magical Flower Shop AU (canon universe)

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AU Series on AO3

#eighth year #my drarry AU adventure

[imagine-lcorp]

One Drink, One Song (One Shot)

Request

L x R where R is a really quiet DEO agent and is assigned as Lena's bodyguard and Lena tries to coax the reader out of her shell? Lots of fluff please?

A/N: Hi again everyone and happy holidays btw, i hope you get to have a great time! Here I give you this fic based on the request above, I don’t know what came over me to write a this one like i did, but here we areeeee! So I really hope you enjoy this. Kudos to the anon that sent it <3 and please, remember that my ask is open for you, anytime. Enjoy!

Lena Luthor x Shy Bodyguard R//Word Count: 1,938

"Uh, I'm not sure we should go, Miss Luthor." You followed Lena out of her office in a hurried pace.

"Come on, (Y/N), you and I deserve a break." There was a smile on her face when she stopped at the elevator doors and turned to look at you. "And, please, I told you to call me Lena."

"Um, yeah, M-Lena, but I don't think it's a good idea." You were looking between her and the elevator.  

"Why not?" She raised an eyebrow. You couldn't help the blush that appeared in your cheeks while you tried to come up with all the reasons this was a bad idea.

"Well, um, we will be exposed. I don't know the place, or the people that go there. Um, we would have to check the route and call-"

"(Y/N)" Lena said putting a hand on your arm and stopping your little rant. "You don't have to worry about all that."

"Actually", you looked up and rubbed the back of your neck, "I kind of have to."        

"It's just one night. We are going to be there a couple of hours and then," her smile turned into a smirk, "you can take me home." She pushed the elevator button.

"I-" You stammered, your cheeks turning bright red. "I still don't think it's a good idea."

"So we're going? Great!" The elevator doors opened with a ding and Lena stepped inside. You couldn't even protest as you had to rush inside before the doors closed.

It had been three weeks since you became Lena Luthor's escort. J'onn had specifically assigned you for this mission, at Kara's request, given you were one of their best undercover agents.  Both Kara and J'onn couldn't stress enough how important it was that you kept both eyes on her, so you had to become her second shadow.

It was in your personality after all, being a shy person made you look disinterested, nervous around people, and less outgoing than most. However, precisely because of that, nobody expected you to be a trained DEO operative with great expertise in the use of multiple weapons and hand to hand combat.

You could tell Lena was surprised when she met you. Like many others, she was expecting a ripped, eight feet tall goon, to follow her around. Not the timid soul that you were. You had hoped she would be too busy to actually notice your presence, which would have made the job so much easier for both of you. But even when you tried to keep your distance, she would notice you. After a couple of days, she took a liking on you and your sheepish manners.

When you didn't try to conceal that side of you, you were an open book. She would sometimes catch you looking distracted at the city, in front of her window. She would look you out of the corner of her eye, and try to hide her smile, when you looked at her board of investors with a frown, a scoff, or rolling your eyes, when they tried to comment on her rather than her business. Or she would silently laugh at the way you tried to awkwardly apologize, when you stumbled with someone at the office. She found it endearing.

You may have been an experienced DEO agent but, she believed, you needed to learn how to loosen up a bit more. That's why, at the end of the week, she decided you were going out.

"Okay, if we are doing this, we'll have to do a few things first." You insisted before she entered the bar. You weren't that reckless to go inside without a plan.

"So eager to start the night? I like that attitude." A smirk playing on her lips. She also never missed a chance to make you blush with a sassy comment.

You tried to ignore it as you focused on more critical matters. A lot of people went out after office hours but her business attire was too fancy for a night out. Everything in her say multimillionaire business, her heels, black pants, red silk blouse, fancy pea coat, and hair in a tight bun. Something difficult to overlook.

"We need to change." You said, taking your black jacket off and handling it to her. It was still a warn evening, so you didn't have to worry about the cold. "Take this and, uh, maybe you would want to loosen your hair." You made a gesture with your hand, pointing at your own head.

She tilted her head and looked at you closely, your jacket still hanging from your hand and your eyes attentive. You had the feeling she was thinking on another smart comment but she simply agreed.  

"Alright." Lena handed you her purse and coat and you observed as she put on your jacket. She took the barrettes out of her hair and shook her head to let it fall loose over her shoulder. "How do I look?"

The change hadn't been that great but you wondered if there was nothing she couldn't wear. Even when you tried to make her look ordinary, she looked beautiful, as usual. "Cool." You tried to hide the sudden blush in your cheeks.

"Then, let's get inside." She gave you a satisfied smile, took back her bag and coat, and turned to the bar doors.

Half of the bar was already filled with laughter and chattering from people enjoying some drinks. You took a moment to scan the place, checking for emergency exits, the people around. There was someone on the stage, microphone in hand and signing to the lyrics of a song you didn't recognize.

"Oh, would you look at that." Her tone a fake surprise as she pointed at a poster. "Tonight is karaoke night." She walked directly towards the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

You focused all your attention on her after hearing that. "Um, you're not thinking about..."

The bartender put her glass in front of her and took a sip of it. Then, she placed it gently on the table and hummed. "Maybe... if there was someone that wanted to go on stage with me."

Your eyes when wide open, getting the feeling that she had planned this all along. "That someone being...me?"

"Don't you tell me an expert DEO agent with deadly training cannot with this challenge?"

"Karaoke isn't exactly a top secret mission." You looked away, between the stage and the people around.

"One drink, one song." She said. You turned to her with a question clear in your face. "You take one drink with me, you sing a song with me, and that's it. We can go back to the routine after we finish."

She was offering you a deal. A few simple task to complete and you would be on your way to her penthouse, leaving her safe and sound with the next round of security J'onn had assigned to her. One drink, easy. A beer, not strong enough to get drunk but good enough to enjoy the night. One song, not so easy. You weren't a big fan of being in the spotlight but, if that what it took to speed up the night, you may as well do it.

You sighed and took the seat next to her. "Beer, please." You told the bartender. Lena leaned on her chair, her lips turning into a triumphant smile.

Once you took a sip from your beer, things weren't that bad. You discovered that Lena was an excellent conversationalist, driven by her curious instinct but always respectful of the boundaries between the both of you. As a DEO agent, and her bodyguard, you couldn't get into details about your job, so she would ask you instead about the things you enjoyed. Lena was finding that part of you fascinating. It wasn't only your sheepish behavior but your caring, attentive, and funny personality that shined through it.

An hour had passed when Lena finished her glass of wine and you were almost done with yours. "Ready for that song, (Y/N)?" She asked, rising from her chair.

"For the record, I'm doing this for your safety." You drank the last of your beer and the easy part was done. You followed her to the stage, resigned to the inevitable. You could hear her laugh at your remark.

There were a few things you knew about Lena Luthor. She had memorized most of her employee's names, her usual meals looked like recipes from Whole Foods, and she would have a glass of scotch after a pretty stressful day. However, when Lena requested Baby One More Time by Britney Spears, you had to slap your forehead, because Lena Luthor also loved 2000's music.

The people at the bar were already in high spirits and you stepped on stage with a round of applause. You turned to see Lena, taking the mic and trying to reassure you with a playful smile. She looked like she was about to deliver one of her famous TED Talks. You, on the contrary, looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Lena took the lead when the song started and you made your effort at singing with her. You were impressed at how she didn't even have to look at the screen for the lyrics. For the first time, since you became her bodyguard, you saw her truly loosen up. There was no poker face, no witty comments, and no sign of the CEO. She was smiling, making faces, and even coming up with some dance moves, making a show of it. You couldn't help but follow her enthusiasm, it was contagious.

"I must confess that my loneliness is killing me noooow." You sang, the bar filling with the sound of your voice. You were dancing, jumping up and down, on the stage. Soon, the song was over, the crowd was cheering, and you couldn't stop smiling.

After that, Lena kept her end of the bargain. Once you walked off the stage, she went to pay for the drinks and let you lead the way outside. You were a few blocks away from her building, so she convinced you to take a little walk.

"You were certainly out of your shell tonight, (Y/N)." She chuckled.

"Uh, thanks?" You smiled and shook your head. "But, what about you? I didn't know you could pull something like that."

"Well, there is so much you still don't know... and you have to admit that was fun."

"Yeah, It...It was." You gave her a shy smile.

It wasn't midnight yet when you arrived at her building. It had been a short walk indeed. "Here we are. Just like I promised." You walked her to the front doors when she turned suddenly. "Oh, I almost forgot. I still have your jacket."

"Oh, it's alright, you can keep it." After that, you wanted to slap yourself in the face. "I-I mean, um, it suits you." You sputtered and stopped before saying anything else.

Lena smiled at the hard blush that appeared in your cheeks but thought better not to comment on it, for your sake. What you had done tonight had been enough torture so she would save her sassy comments for another occasion. However, she appreciated the gesture.

She walked back to you and did something you didn't expect. "Thank you, (Y/N). Goodnight. "She leaned and left a small kiss on your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded as she went inside.

"Goodnight...Lena." You whispered, following her with your eyes until she disappeared in the elevator. Maybe karaoke night wasn't a bad idea after all.

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Why are you looking at me like that? With Anthony please!!!

A changed the prompt just a bit to fit the story I had in mind. Warning: Sexual themes (it’s pretty much just diet smut), implied smut, and embarrassing situations.

You might want to listen to Dead Girl Walking from Heathers before reading. This is Highschool/Theater AU btw. (there’s a read more after a couple paragraphs, I know sometimes you can’t see those so just so you know, it doesn’t just drop off there)

“Alright, are you guys ready to run the scene?” Your theater teacher shouted, “Y/N, Anthony, on stage please.” You jogged up the stairs and onto the far right side of the stage.

You began singing, walking across the stage when you had to, exaggerating your arm movements when you had to, and looking back on queue to see Anthony stripping off his jacket. You’d gotten pretty close to Anthony since you were cast as the two leads of your school musical. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and you definitely had a bit of a crush on him, which was why it was going to be difficult for you to do this scene without turning into a cherry from blushing as deeply as you knew you were going to. You climbed the stairs of the set, focusing on singing rather than on Anthony’s pecs and the way the looked in that tight black t-shirt…

“Veronica? What are you doing in my room?” He asked, perfectly on time, like you’d rehearsed so many times. The only difference was that this was your first time singing it through with the choreography. You shushed him over dramatically before moving on with the song.

You walked swiftly up to Anthony, barely shivering when his hands fell on your sides. You pushed down on his shoulders until he fell to his knees. He looked up at you as you continued to sing with your hands placed at the sides of his face. 

You tried to ignore the feeling that jumped across your skin when his palms drew slowly up your legs, moving the skirt of your dress upward with them. It was only the nerves of performing a sex scene in front of your classmates… right?

“Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!” You belted. “And you know, you know you know…” You sang more quietly, kneeling down in front of Anthony and running your hands over his chest gently. You dropped your cardigan off your shoulders, showing off the bodice of the strapless floral dress you wore and forcing yourself to lock eyes with Anthony as you riffed.

This was the part you were dreading. You tangled your fingers in his long, curly hair, pulling his face to yours in a passionate kiss. He was a good kisser, and you liked the way his hair felt between your fingers. You could focus on that, not on how flustered you were beginning to feel. 

He fell back onto his hands, legs stretching out in front of him as you pulled forward to sit over his waist. Grateful to have a chance to stop kissing him for a minute and catch your breath, you peeled off his shirt quickly and tossed it aside. You pushed him down so he lay flat on his back, leaning down to kiss across his bare chest.

“Yeah!” You sat up abruptly, throwing your arms into the air. “Full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking!”

Anthony propped himself up, arms extended straight behind him, “How’d you find my address?” He looked a little bit anxious, but the expression went along with the line so you forgot about it and continued. You kept on singing the lines at each other, somehow, a light blush crept it’s way onto both of your faces. 

You pretended to slap him and he pulled lightly on your hair as you threw your head back to make it seem like he pulled much harder. This is where he would rip open your blouse, but since you weren’t in costume, he simply moved his hands across your chest. 

His hand accidentally brushed against your bust and you drew in a sharp breath before delivering your next line, “But no more talk-” Your voice dropped off and you froze. No. Way.

“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Your drama teacher asked, the background music coming to a stop soon after he’d spoken.

Anthony groaned helplessly in front of you, face flushed red as you stared at him slack jawed and wide eyed. “Do you have to look at me like that?” He asked, covering his face with his hands.

“Holy shit.” You spoke through laughter, all of your nerves were gone now. “You-”

“Shut up.” He groaned again, shimmying out from beneath you.

“Hey! Guys!” The drama teacher got your attention again, standing up from his seat in the center of the house. “What happened?”

Your laughter only picked up and Anthony’s face reddened even further.

“Ant got a boner!” Jasmine shouted from the wings.

“God, did ya have to Jazz?” Anthony yelled back at her.

“Well, I’m not wrong, am I?” She asked, emerging onto the stage with a smirk on her face.The two of them had broken up not long ago, but now they were closer friends than almost any other pair of students in your school.

“Do you need a minute, Anthony?” The teacher asked, rubbing his eyes exasperatedly.

“Yeah.” Anthony squeaked, scampering out the door and into the hallway before anyone could say anything else.

After a few seconds of deliberation, you followed him out.

“Ugh, why are you here?” He asked when you found him pacing outside the door. 

“Anthony.” You caught his wrist, getting him to stop walking. “It’s fine, relax.” Your hand didn’t leave his arm, instead, you stepped to face him, taking his other wrist.

He stayed silent, looking at you nervously. “Maybe…” You moved closer, your arms shifting to fall around his neck. “We should rehearse the scene a few more times, to…” You rose to your tiptoes leaning in so that you shared breaths with Anthony, foreheads pressed together, noses touching, lips inches away from each other. His hands came to your waist, just like in the choreography from the the song. “I don’t know…” You continued under your breath, “Find a way to avoid what happened…”

“Right…” He said quietly, “That’d be the only reason?”

“Mm-mm.” You hummed, signaling contradiction.

“Oh?” Anthony prompted you to say more, but you just brought your lips to his. That was the only response he really needed. His hands tightened on your hips and he pushed you toward a janitor’s closet. After that, you had only one coherent thought, you were going to be sore tomorrow.

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