#not complaining! it's nice to get to imagine kissing girls. it makes my gay little heart sing

[cerise-on-top]

hi! how would Valeria and Kate react if their wife’s got hurt because of their work, both of them working highly jobs and it ended up catching up to their s/o. hoe you are doing well and drink plenty of water! thank you!

-🍒

Hello! Both of them would be absolutely distraught, but would go about it in different ways!

Valeria’s and Laswell’s Wife Gets Hurt Because of their Job

Valeria: Whoever hurt you will wind up tortured and eventually, once she thinks they’ve had enough of their miserable life, will wind up dead. Naturally, the first thing she does is check up on you, see if you’re alright and well, that’s her priority. You’re the love of her life, there’s no one else in this world she wants to see do well. You’ll be admitted to the best hospital nearby and will only get the finest treatment. Once you’re stabilized, that’s when the hunt begins. Whoever hurt you won’t get too far since that bastard’s life will be on the line. Regardless of where they might be hiding, Valeria will find them and show them that death is actually a kind of mercy. She has pretty much everything at her disposal, everything money can buy, this sucker won’t know what hit them. If it’s revenge they want, then revenge they’ll get. Valeria promises you that their head will be on a silver plate. She’s not very good with words when it comes to comforting someone, but she will have that person killed in the most cruel ways she can imagine. In fact, she’ll take the pleasure of torturing them upon herself. Once she’s done, she’ll take some days off, which is surprising since she usually can’t afford that at all. You’ll be under her direct care for those days. Anything you want you’ll get. Afterwards there will be a slight shift in her demeanor, Valeria becomes more protective over you. Sometimes she might even assign some trusted people of hers to watch over you since she can’t afford something like that happening again. While she can’t always take some days off, she’ll try to be closer to you anyway. Always texting you, finding excuses to come home for a day maybe. She just really needs to make sure you’re okay, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you died.

Laswell: Laswell will try to be a bit more diplomatic about it at first, trying to coax whoever hurt you out of hiding. This person will be held accountable for their crimes against her world. Naturally, she rescues you first, gets you to the nearest hospital and won’t leave your side until you’re stable again. If it takes you a while to wake up again, she’ll leave to find the fucker and make sure they swim with the fishes. She has a pretty large, efficient network and will find out who it was fairly easily. Once she knows who they are, she won’t hesitate to find out all their past crimes as well, if they hurt you then they must have done some other awful things as well. Once that phase is over, she’ll go to their home herself and have them arrested, put in the worst prison imaginable where the inmates are treated especially badly. She won’t kill them, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they wind up dead anyway. Laswell usually isn’t an evil person, but she does hope that person dies during their time. Their sentence will be as long as possible so there’s no chance of them ever seeing the sunlight again either. Once all of this is over, she, too, would take some days off to spend with you. You’re a priority above all else, so Laswell will want to be there for you, no matter the cost. While she usually isn’t, depending on how severely you got hurt she might become a bit overbearing, a bit overprotective. That overprotectiveness will last for a few months, afterwards she’ll try to give you some space again. However, she’ll always be keeping a closer eye on you, always texting or calling you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. If she needs to, she’ll put you under her protection officially, but the situation needs to be dire for that to happen. Either way, she’ll be keeping you safe.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #fem!reader #I hit over 100k words in my document last night which is so so much #I've written so much for Call of Duty in such a short time it's unbelievable. granted there's one fic I never posted but still #I don't intend to stop now either though it's fun. I'll probably be into cod for a while still anyway so there's that too #besides Valeria and Laswell have me in a chokehold. Farah does too I love them #every time someone requests them I'm very happy. I didn't expect the girls to be this popular though in all honesty #not complaining! it's nice to get to imagine kissing girls. it makes my gay little heart sing #I actually had some art of Valeria and an OC of mine commissioned not too long ago #every time I look at it I giggle and kick my legs a bit #I want her to fluster the everloving hell out of me until I can't speak anymore and am complete mush for her #I know I've mentioned it before but I love women who could absolutely just kill me. and who absolutely would do it as well #cod has some good women. made me realise that older women are also pretty epic #I think I'd melt into a puddle if Laswell ever called me her girl or her wife

[steddiealltheway]

It's a random Wednesday night, and Steve is hanging out with Eddie Munson. Not that that's exactly a weird thing anymore since the world went to shit and Eddie had this whole "you saved my life and I'm going to annoy you for the rest of yours to show my gratitude" type of thing going on. (And yes, he had said those exact words so many times that Steve had memorized them).

But tonight, they kind of just... sit. Not that Steve is complaining. He hates being alone, and always has, so just having someone next to him is nice.

He glances over at Eddie whose eyes are shut, so Steve allows himself to really look.

He had always prided himself in knowing he was comfortable enough in his masculinity to notice when men were attractive. And Eddie certainly was very very attractive. And strangely... pretty.

He has those nice big eyes that make Steve wonder if it makes girls feel all tingly when Eddie looks at them. If they notice the way he's not afraid to make eye contact and lean into it until it feels like he's got their soul on display and memorized it.

He wonders if the girls stare at his full lips and if their hearts flutter when he runs his tongue over his top lip. If they feel all warm and flushed when they imagine what it would be like to feel their lips against his.

Steve nearly groans at the thought for some reason. He wonders if Eddie would kiss a girl gently as if she were fragile or if he would be rough and enthusiastic with the same energy he usually has buzzing around him whenever he walks into a room. He wonders if the girl would run her hand through his hair, and if it's as soft as it looks or if her fingers would get tangled and pull-

"You've gotta stop looking at me like that," Eddie says, startling Steve out of his thoughts as he notices his eyes are now open and on him.

He takes a moment to collect himself and process what he just said. "Like what?"

Eddie looks at him and turns his head away, and Steve tries not to get lost in his profile and the slope of his nose-

Eddie sighs and shakes his head, muttering something like I guess now is the time under his breath, and Steve has no idea what that means. "I mean," Eddie starts and glances at Steve nervously, "You have to stop looking at me with that Harrington look. The one that charms all those girls out of their pants."

Steve scoffs, "I don't have a look."

"You do," Eddie insists as his hand comes up to fiddle with his rings.

Steve looks at Eddie's hands and pulls his eyes away before his thoughts run a mile a minute. "Okay, so maybe I do, but why can't I look at you like that?" As soon as Steve asks, he knows it's a stupid question, but he hopes Eddie gets what he means.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at him and shakes his head. His mouth opens and closes and he groans, leaning over to grab his beer and chug half of it in one go. Steve tries not to look at the tendons in his neck as he swallows.

"Because I'm not those girls," Eddie says as he puts his can back down, "But I certainly think like them."

Steve tilts his head a little and knows that Robin would laugh at him for doing the golden retriever look as she puts it, but he's confused. He guesses by Eddie's sigh that the metalhead can tell he needs more explanation.

Eddie's knees come up to his chest as he turns towards Steve. "Just don't... punch me, okay?"

Steve nods and wonders what that means.

Eddie takes a deep breath and his damn tongue worries his top lip, and it's almost so distracting that Steve almost doesn't hear him say, "I'm gay."

It takes Steve a while to process, and he feels like for some reason his whole view of Eddie changes but... in an exciting way. Almost anticipatory. But he's also still so Eddie that Steve just kind of shrugs.

Apparently, his reaction is a little too late because Eddie is rambling as if he needs to defend himself as he explains, "At first I thought I was maybe bisexual or something, and I held out hope that maybe some girl would come along and I would be wooed or whatever, but then I realized all these crushes I had on girls were kind of just friend crushes and I didn't want to kiss them but-"

"What's bisexual?" Steve asks and continues, "Like what does that mean?"

"It's when a person like girls and boys," Eddie explains and continues on.

But Steve hears nothing else Eddie rambles on about because all that's happening in his head is little flashes of memories of all these men he's found attractive, and how he thought it was normal for men to feel all fluttery when they see another attractive man. Especially one like Eddie who makes Steve feel like his heart is about to rip out of his chest, but he just thought that's how Eddie makes people feel... especially girls.

Or maybe especially guys. Especially guys like Steve.

Shit. Holy shit.

"Steve?" Eddie asks gently, "Are you okay?"

Steve glances back at Eddie and looks at him. Like really really looks at him. And then he focuses on how he feels.

Like maybe... maybe the girls he always wonders about... maybe they're him. Maybe he wants to know what it's like to kiss Eddie and run his hands through his hair. Maybe he's...

"There's that look again," Eddie teases lightly but Steve can see the thin veil of terror he's trying to hide in his features.

"What was that word again?" Steve asks sounding more breathless than he realized he was.

Eddie furrows his brow and shakes his head.

"The bi... the bicycle type word," Steve explains hoping that'll work well enough since he can't properly say the definition right now.

"Bisexual?" Eddie tries.

Steve nods and mumbles, "Bisexual." It feels... weird. But it feels right. But it also feels almost shameful? And how the hell did he not realize this until now?

"Steve," Eddie says and lays his hand over Steve's. His rings are cold against Steve's hand.

"Eddie, what if?" Steve takes a deep breath and tries again, "What if that was me?"

Eddie stares at him for a moment and just nods slowly looking deeply lost in thought until he suddenly clears his throat and asks, "Have you ever felt... attracted to a man or wanted to kiss one?"

Steve can't help but have his eyes flicker down to Eddie's lips. "Yes," he says without thinking too hard about it.

Eddie's eyes flicker to Steve's lips as he practically whispers, "I told you, you got to stop with that look."

"Is it working?" Steve asks as he leans in.

He doesn't expect the hand to his chest as he's shoved back lightly but firmly. "You just figured out what bisexuality is, you can't just..." Eddie's hands flap about as he gestures between them.

"Says who?" Steve asks and Eddie just gestures more and mumbles some incoherent phrases. Steve gently grabs his hands and holds them still. "Eddie, I really want to kiss you."

Eddie's eyes widen as he mutters out, "The speed at which you're bypassing this gay panic is alarmingly fast."

"Bisexual panic," Steve corrects trying the word out again to make sure he got it right plus to tease Eddie who huffs. "If you don't want to kiss me, you can just say it," Steve says, thinking that's maybe the problem.

Eddie shakes his head and rambles out, "I've wanted to kiss you since you ripped that damn bat's head off, Christ." He flails back and runs his hands over his face before turning back to Steve and inching closer to him. "Just... promise you won't punch me if you hate this?"

"Promise," Steve says with a wide smile as he cups Eddie's face.

"Holy shit, I'm about to kiss Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington is about to kiss m-"

"Eddie?"

Eddie hums in response.

"I'm gonna kiss you now," Steve says, trying not to laugh as Eddie seems to be panicking about this way more than he is.

Eddie nods and leans forward along with Steve.

Their lips meet and Steve can't help but smile slightly against his lips as Eddie treats him like Steve had half imagined - sweet and gentle as if Steve were the most fragile thing in the world. Then, the kiss shifts as Eddie's lips move roughly against his, using that same frantic, manic energy he always has as his hands come up to tug Steve's hair.

Steve groans and realizes he can do that too, and Eddie's hair is just as soft as he imagined, but then Eddie's pulling away and Steve is chasing after his lips before he notices the look Eddie is giving him. Is this okay?

"Definitely bisexual," Steve announces before pulling Eddie back in and kissing him again.

He's going to have a field day telling Robin later.

AO3 Link :)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet

[thefrontofmymind]

College Robin Buckley Headcanons

a/n: yeah,,, my fav needed some headcanons,,, there will be more trust me

SPECIFICALLY FEM!READER BECAUSE ROBIN IS A LESBIAN

- ok SO,,,, I’m thinking college!robin (who’s a music theory major bc of course she is) and she’s slowly starting to come out and be comfortable with it and you guys meet at like a dorm mixer thing in like the first week of your guys’ freshman year

- and she’s instantly in a gay panic for you and it only gets worse when she realises you live in the dorm ACROSS THE HALL

- *queue robin panicking and calling Steve to ask for advice lol*

- ‘calm down, Robin! She might not even like girls!’

‘That’s what I’m afraid of, dingus! What if she doesn’t and I make a big fool of myself?’

‘Well do you want me to come down? Test her to see what team she plays for?’

- Robin DOES NOT want Steve to come, but he does anyway bc he’s Steve (btw if you get that reference,,,,ily)

- so one weekend, Steve comes to campus to visit,,, now I imagine he’s just going through the halls to find you based on the very little and general description Robin gave him (which mainly consisted of how pretty your hair and your eyes are and how much she loves your fashion sense)

- eventually he finds you,,, now in the time between the Summer of 85 and now, his gaydar has refined a little and it is GOING OFF

- but he has to be sure so he puts on all the moves, even invites you to hang out at Robin’s dorm–thank the lord she managed to luck out and have a roommate who never even showed up so she's all alone….

- so the three of you are in robin’s dorm, Steve bought some beers and there’s music playing,,, it’s awkward

- Steve is like rapid-fire trying to figure out if you’re gay– ‘what’s your favourite movie?’

‘Fast Times.’

‘Bowie or Jagger?’

‘Jagger.’

‘Matthew Broderick or Mia Sara?’

‘Mia Sara.’

- He’s CONVINCED you’re gay but there’s one last thing,,,, at the end of the night he offers to walk you back to your room–you protest bc it’s literally across the hall but he insists

- He does the whole leaning on your doorframe, looking into your eyes and you just…. ‘I’m sorry Steve, you seem nice but…I like….someone else….”

- He FOR SURE sees you glance back at Robin’s ajar door and there’s like a silent understanding that goes on. He just nods, says goodnight to you and goes back to Robin’s room to sleep on the spare bed in there.

- meanwhile Robin is FREAKING OUT the whole night bc she doesn’t want Steve to mess it up with you but when Steve comes back and tells her to go for it…. She’s so relieved.

- Let’s say that was in like October, Robin doesn’t make a move until like January

- You were both studying at the library, a common occurrence since you guys live so close you guys go a lot of places together, especially late at night

- You were walking back to your dorms at about midnight, big heavy coats on to combat the cold, though you could still see your breath and your noses were tinged red

- It started with you jokingly rubbing Robin’s shoulders when she complained about the cold in an effort to warm her up, but then your arm didn’t quite leave her shoulder, and somehow in the short walk your arms had linked, and you just couldn’t take it anymore

- Outside the dorm building you finally had to unlink so you and Robin could take off your coats and get inside to the warmth

- once you guys are inside you just lean in and kiss her, and she freezes…. You panic, of course because what if you were wrong and she didn’t like you?

- but after a couple seconds her brain reboots and she just smiles and kisses you again

- you spend like every waking moment in her dorm after that, just spending as much time as possible with her

- you literally couldn’t be happier, she brightens up your days and you mellow her out a little, she doesn’t panic-ramble as much with you

- for spring break you TOTALLY go to Hawkins with her and reunite with Steve and he’s just all smug and tells you guys he knew you’d get together all along

- and you meet all the kids (and Eddie bc Eddie is alive, didn’t you know?) and you guys go to all her old haunts like the movie theatre and you visit Family Video and the abandoned mall lol

- you make out at the abandoned mall obvi

- you guys defo move in together for your sophomore year, just a little apartment a little ways off campus :)

- also you guys adopt a cat but it’s a hairless one bc Robin is allergic to cat fur :/

-and you live happily ever after <;33

#robin buckley #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley x reader #robin x reader #robin buckley fluff #stranger things #stranger things headcanon

[shycoconutt]

I Found My Light: Chapter 2 (Kakashi X Reader)

Chapter 1

A/n: Well, I decided to continue! I'm very excited about this. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Left confused after last night, you talk with Kurenai over breakfast at your favorite diner.

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but might not be later lol)

“You… cuddled?” You could feel Kurenai’s eyes burning into the top of your head as you stared down at the coffee cup between your hands, her tone of disbelief unquestionable.

“I mean, yeah, I don’t know how else to describe it,” you started, nervously biting your lip, “one moment we were under the tree with his arms wrapped around me, and the next I was waking up in my own bed this morning with him nowhere to be found.” It was strange really. You don’t remember even moving from the spot you two were in, so how could you have made it all the way home without waking up? Did he carry you all the way there? Teleport? How does he even know where you live?

“Are you sure you’re not imagining it? Sounds to me like you were just having a realistic dream.” You could see Kurenai’s hand reach out and grab your wrist, giving it a small squeeze. “Didn’t you say you were thinking about him the other day? Maybe he just ended up slipping into your dream because you miss him.”

Looking up from your cup, you meet her sympathetic eyes. Kurenai knows more than anyone else about the feelings you had for Kakashi when you were young, so dreaming about him wouldn’t be a far-fetched idea.

“Listen, I get why you would think that way,” you started, “but I’m telling you, as ridiculous as it sounds, that’s what happened.” You lean back into the booth and fold your arms across your chest, escaping Kurenai’s grasp. There’s absolutely no way you will let anyone take that moment away from you, you decided.

“Alright, alright, I believe you!” Kurenai chuckled with her hands coming up in defense. “If you want I can ask Asuma to tell me if Kakashi says anything about it to him. I mean I highly doubt Kakashi would go around telling people you two had a cuddle session, but who knows? He sounds like a whole new man.”

“Order’s up!” Your waiter exclaimed, bringing three plates of food over to your booth. “Let’s see I have the eggs and bacon,” placing the plate in front of Kurenai, “the veggie scramble, and the pancakes you wanted to share.” Placing the rest of the plates down, you both give him a warm smile and a thank you.

“Mmm yum.” You both say in unison as you begin to eat.

“Honestly, (y/n), you better hurry up and eat that scramble because I am ravenous right now and will finish our pancakes before you even get to them.” Kurenai teased with a mouth full of eggs.

“You eat my half of the pancakes and you can expect a kunai in your back during training today.” You threatened, pointing your butter knife at her.

“Wait,” Kurenai paused and then gasped, “that’s right!”

“What?” You ask, a tad concerned at her excitement.

“Kakashi!”

“Kakashi—”

“Will be at training today!” She exclaimed. You could feel the blood begin to drain from your face. “Yeah since he’s not a member of the Anbu anymore he has time to train with us. Gui finally convinced him to, saying something about taking advantage of the springtime of our youth.”

“Ah, typical Gai.” You spoke flatly, trying to remain as casual as possible, but inside you began to panic. How are you going to face Kakashi so soon? You have absolutely no idea how he feels about last night. I mean, he instigated the cuddle session but left you in your bed this morning without any word. Were you supposed to keep that moment between you a secret? Did you already mess up by telling Kurenai? How could you be so—

“(Y/N)!”

You snapped out of your train of thought and met Kurenai’s concerned eyes, a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

“(Y/n), I can feel you spiraling from over here.” She gave you a small chuckle. “You’re going to be fine. If anything, he should be the one nervous to face you. How can he explain what happened last night without admitting he has feelings for you?” She reasoned while taking the last bite of her half of the pancakes.

“Admitting he has feelings for me?” You repeated in disbelief after a pause. “You can’t be serious.”

“Well, how else do you explain it?”

“He’s lonely, or lost.” You begin to think out loud. “Ah, or he needed human connection and I was the only one around, simple as that.” Proud of your answer, you take the last couple bites of your food as well.

“I suppose you could be right,” Kurenai began, “but you're definitely wrong.”

“How am I wrong?”

“Well, to be completely honest with you, if anyone in the world ends up with Kakashi, it’s going to be you,” Kurenai stated matter-of-factly.

“What!” You scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

“Hey, hey, not too fast there with the rejection.” Kurenai reasoned. “Besides Rin, you were the only girl he gave any attention to.”

Rin.

My poor Rin.

I miss her.

“You realize that’s because Rin and I were best friends right? I was only given attention by association. He was close to me because he had to be.” Your voice began to trail off at the end as you could start to feel your throat tighten, Rin’s death still stinging like salt in an open wound. “Don’t forget what happened in the months after Rin’s death.”

“I know,” Kurenai said almost to herself.

You continued anyway, “He avoided me. We crossed paths probably a thousand times at Rin’s grave, no words exchanged. Until one day I told him that I knew what happened and that I didn’t fault him for any of it. Then we exchanged a few words here and there only for it to ultimately fizzle out again. Now here we are, years later, and we’re somehow connected again? Seemingly out of nowhere? It makes no sense.” Damn, maybe I was dreaming.

“Maybe it does.”

“How?”

“Well,” Kurenai sat back and began to play with the ends of her hair, “what if he wants to start over? What if he wants to get back to the way things were before?”

“When we were just little genin?”

“Sure.”

“Or,” you began after a moment, “he feels guilty and wants to clear his conscience.” That sounds more realistic.

“Ah, there you go being a grade-A pessimist again.” Kurenai chuckles with her hand covering her face. “How about we quit the speculation and just find out naturally?”

“Fine.” You sighed, putting your chin in your hand while gazing out the diner window.

“It’s tragic really.” Kurenai pondered, also staring out into the distance.

“What?” You looked at her confused.

“We should’ve gotten two orders of pancakes. I’m still hungry.” She complained.

You stared at her for a moment, unamused while she gave you a big, goofy grin.

Finally feeling yourself break into a smile, you laughed and threw your napkin at her face. “I swear the only things on your mind are Asuma and pancakes. You have a problem.”

“Ugh, not true!” She joked, pretending to be offended. “I also think about how nice it would be if my future maid of honor and Asuma’s future best man were in a happy, fulfilled relationship together.” She stated, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Shut up.”

“Careful, (Y/n),” she smiles, getting up from the table and taking your hand in hers, “at this rate your eyes are gonna roll out of your pretty head.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You mused, putting your arm over Kurenai’s shoulders as you stroll out of the diner, leaving money and a tip for your waiter.

“You never know, (Y/n).” Kurenai spoke as you made it outside. “Just promise me you’ll keep an open mind tonight, okay?”

You sighed, feeling stressed again about the training session.

“Yeah, okay,” you finally answered, turning to face her. “And you promise me you won’t tell anyone else about what happened last night, not even Kakashi can know that you know, okay?”

“I promise to not tell a soul.” She spoke sincerely. “I’ll see you tonight, my love.” She gave you a strong hug, a kiss on the cheek, and walked off in the direction of her apartment making sure to look back and give you a teasing wink.

You smiled and yelled after her, “People are gonna start thinking we’re lesbians if you keep that up!”

“Let them think what they want!” She yelled back without turning around.

And just like that, there you were, one of the strongest kunoichis of the Hidden Leaf, feared by many, standing alone on a busy street terrified to attend your training session tonight because of one silver-haired shinobi.

One very handsome, insanely smart, terrifyingly strong, porn-reading, sharingan-wielding, silver-haired shinobi.

That you cuddled.

Last night.

Shit.

#kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi fanfic #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi #kakashi fluff #kakashi imagine #naruto fanfiction #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n #kakashi one shot #kakashi x yn #kakashi sensei #i found my light

[nctzanne]

Bisexual

[Smut, a tiny bit of fluff]

• Ten x Reader (fm)

requests closed ♡

-You are gay, aren’t you? I mean, by the way you look at Johnny, it’s pretty obvious- You speak nonchalant, fixing your eyes on the random yaoi movie you both are watching.

-I prefer calling myself bisexual- Ten answers with no amusement- I still don’t know how it’s to have sex with a girl-

-That’s why i thought you were gay- He laughs under his breath. You turn your sight to him, just to admire his delicate face traits. Indeed, Johnny was lucky.

Being friends with Ten was something... peculiar. He is a mystery, in every possible way. When you think you know him, suddenly he appears with a personality totally different from what he chose to show you. In those 5 years of knowing eachother, Ten always had something new to uncover about him, making you feel refreshed. There was no way you could be bored with him, everything felt new, funny, dangerous. He helped you to skip your first class, to get an A on maths, how to get drunk without puking, and how to freestyle dance. You just don’t imagine your life without him.

And now, that you both live together, everything got even better. Nights reading tarot cards, laughing at some Tik Toks, and even you both escaped to make a friendship tattoo: A little butterfly under your boob and under his chest. 

Some people would say that you both look like a couple, but there is no way Ten have ever felt that way with you. Oh, but if you talk about your personal feelings...

-Uhm, __, do i have something in my face or..?- Ten whispers so suddenly you snap out of your thoughts. One side of his face is iluminated by the different colors of the sunset that it’s occuring outside your balcony window. He looks so pretty like this, how can he even be real?

-Yeah, some uglyness over there- You try to play it cool, throwing a pillow towards him, positioning it on his lap so you can rest a bit over your heavy thoughts.

He doesn’t seem to complain, and starts playing with your hair. It feels so nice to be around him, he is your comfy zone, your safe space.

-I really want to know- he mumbles.

You freeze.

-Know? What do you wanna know?- For some reason, you don’t want to look at him.

-How it’s to have sex with a woman- he sounds so damn secure about himself, like those words didn’t afect you at all. But he’s wrong, your heart speeds up a little bit, trying to figure out where this conversation was heading to. No, there is no possible way that...

-I’ve been thinking about this a long time ago, you know- his voice goes deeper this time- I know so much about sex with men, but so little with girls. I really want to try how I develop during the act- What the fuck is he talking about?

-Ten, what the f...- he grabs you by your back so you sit up and face him. You are only centimeters away from your nose to rub his.

-I want to know... ___, please let me find out- he almost sound like begging. You hold your breath trying to conect the last neurons that are functioning so you convince yourself that you are not dreaming. You can’t help but look at his lips,just waiting for his sign...

There is no movement at all, not his, not yours. The only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat buzzing on your ears, his warm hands on the sides of your cheeks, his eyes piercing your thoughts.

-Just kiss me already- Your voice trembles, almost like if you are unsure. Actually, you are, there is no way this could end in a good way.

But all of that fades away when he connects his lips with yours. For a few seconds, it’s only that, just your lips touching. But it’s enough to make your mind go fuzzy, fireworks erupting on your lower belly, feeling like this moment should’ve happened so many years ago. When you interwined your fingers while walking on the park, or when he comforted you when you broke up with Kun. But no matter how awkward this moment was, it is everything you needed.

You don’t know how longer it takes for you to experimentally open your mouth a little bit, just to lick his lower lip, tasting the waters. He moves away quickly, leaving your mouth hanging open. You think you messed something up, but before you can apologize about taking things too fast he grabs you violently by the nape of your head, so he can start to kiss you messily.

Everything is tongue, saliva and teeth. There is no control, at all. His tongue works majestically inside your wet cavity, exploring every inch of it, like he was marking your mouth as his. You let him lead everything, you just melt under his ministrations, trying to fight his tongue only to earn a deep growl from his throat. 

He grabs your hips giving you a sign to sit on his lap and you do, gasping as soon as you feel his hard clothed member against you. He janks your hair just to have your neck fully display to him, so he can start marking you up. It first starts as tongue kisses, but slowly he sucks mercyless every inch of your neck and collarbones.

-Ten, i have dance classes tomorrow- you try to stay as rational as posible, running your fingers through his dark black locks- Dont mark me up-

He looks up to you, mouth full of saliva, eyes glistening -You are acting as if you aren't mine-

It felt like somebody totally different from Ten was talking to you now. When you said that he always had something new about himself to show, you weren't kidding. His voice was always sweet as a candy cane, but now you can swear he can cut a rock with a whisper. You shiver, not knowing what its going to happen at all.

-My dear pup- what... is that... a nickname? A pool starts to grow on your panties, and you are afraid you will wet his jeans as well- Do you think i don't know how i make you feel only by looking at you? By touching you?- he lays back on the sofa where you both at, just so he can admire your fucked up state, he is loving how wrecked you are by him- Why do you think i dont fuck any other girls, huh? Because I know how to drive you insane, i know how you masturbate with your filthy vibrator everynight you see me without a t-shirt, wishing that pleasure was given by me- your mouth opens in surprise, and you suddenly want to be swallowed by the couch and just disappear. It seems that he notices- The only girl i want to pleasure my whole life is you, because you are the only one who can make me feel this- he grabs your wrist so your hand touches his dick over his pants.

You are absolutely clueless of everything. So many things happening so fast. He heard you masturbating? He masturbates himself thinking about you? Is it now even the time to wonder about those things?

Almost on queue, he kisses your lips softly, caressing your hair -Let me make you feel good, pup. I want to try everything with you, only you-

A loud moan breaks the ice between you two. You look at eachother trying to figure out where the sound is coming, until you both face the TV. Right, the Yaoi movie. The scene is so fucking explicit you couldn't help by sigh, and that doesn't slip out of Ten.

-You like watching that, don't you?- he turns you around, so now that your back is pressed against his chest. He opens up your legs and in a blink of an eye has his hands roaming the waistband of your pajama pants. -You are so filthy, what if that was me and Johnny? Would you rather watch that?- you moan not only because of the scene you just imagine, but also that his fingers start to ghost against your wet folds- Or do you prefer me fucking you, making a mess out of you?- he teases you, rubbing gently but never putting enough pressure, he only rubs your pussy lips.

You open up your legs in desesperate attempt to make him touch you more, but he just takes his time. You are not watching the movie at all, your mind wandering about all the things you can try with him.

Finally, his index finger rubs your clit slowly in a up and down motion. You hate the fact that you are too vocal when it comes to sex, but it seems that for him it tastes like glory. Using two fingers now, he decides to rub your now hard and too sensitive nub in different ways, but when he starts to do it in circles is when you close your eyes and moan his name loudly.

-Okay, that's how you like it then- and you dont notice when he starts to pick up his pace. You are so close, so damn close due to all the dirty talking, but you don't want it to end.

-Ten please, i don't want to cum yet- you rest the back of your head on his shoulder, eyes rolling back. You can hear the sounds that come down from your wetness, and it seems that he tries in all best ways possible to make those sounds louder and louder.

-Who says you have permission to cum anyways, pup?- he whispers in your ear. His eyes are fixed in how his fingers are working on you, at the same time he is listening carefully how his name slips out of your tongue everytime he slows down. 

-Ten ‘m so close, please- You don’t know what are you begging for. Your legs tremble trying to hold your orgasm but you feel like you are going to explode.

-I love when you call me by my nickname, but sometimes i think you forget about my real name- He stops his actions, making you groan in disapproval, but he hush you while introducing his fingers on your mouth. You don’t want to admit it, but you truly love your own taste. 

You suck clean his fingers, swirling your tongue around them, while trying to look at him in the eyes, though it was kinda difficult due to the position he is. He bites his lips, humming in agreement, he likes what you are doing.

-I want to hear how you scream my name while i make you cum- He starts to rub your clit again, but 10x faster. He looks like an expert rubbing you, it feels so damn good, it’s impossible that he is a “girl virgin”.- Say it-

-Chittaphon...- You feel so embarrased, and don’t know why, but you choose to let go and get consumed by pleasure. You feel it, that tight knot begging for release, your hands holding on dear life by his arm muscles, hearing his grunts on your left ear, even the year of his piercings on your cheek makes you burn and get closer and closer.

-Chittaphon im cumming- you warn him with voice cracked, you can’t hold it any longer. 

-That’s it pup, let go, cum for me- He whispers and licks your earlobe. And that’s all that takes for you to disappear from earth, being sucked in by the orgasm that is washing you. You chant his name over and over again, your inner walls clenching around nothing, the climax seems to last for hours. You feel your clit throbbing, thighs full of your own liquids, and you black out.

-____, baby, it’s okay- He hears that you are whimpering, destroyed by pleasure.- Don’t move, let me clean you up- 

In a matter of minutes, you start to get conscious, eyelashes batting fast trying to recognize where you are. The aroma of Ten invades you and suddenly you feel calm, you are in his bed, covered, with a white t-shirt and nothing else below that. He is laying besides you, hugging you by your waist, caressing your skin with his thumb.

-Hey, you woke up. I was worried, i thought i knocked you out or something- He smiles, clearly proud of the mess he just made. You slap his shoulder, letting a little laugh slip out of your mouth.

-Sorry-

-About what?-

-I just passed out... i didn’t even suck you off- You legit feel embarassed.

-Ah, ____, i wanted it this way. It was perfect, trust me- He pecks your lips, worried that maybe you won’t believe him- This is what i asked for-

You feel your heart full. Of blood maybe, but it’s a metaphor to explain how complete this man makes you.

-So, are you bisexual or not- You try to change the subject, laying on your side so you can face him. You still don’t get used to the idea that probably, probably you both like eachother. He laughs outloud, with his perfect teeth on display, and then he bites his lip.

-Im ___sexual, for sure-

You don’t know what it’s going to happen before this. But that’s Ten’s essence, he is a complete mystery. And that’s why you are madly in love with him.

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[turkisherlockian]

Books and Sins | Chapter Two [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Hello everyone! I'm Cer but you might remember me as @rosamundhr a.k.a. Rosamund, it was my nickname but I've changed my mind and I will use my own name Ceren, now. (Cer for short hehehe) Unfortunately I lost access to @rosamundhr so I will keep posting my stories here! I hope you enjoy it and I apologise for making you all wait for so long! Love you all, stay safe. 😸❤️

Summary: Katherine is a fan of Timothy Carlton, the writer who she knows nothing about. No photos, no interviews, no information, not even his age. And one day, a man comes into her life who claims to be her classmate from high school. But through the time, she has a gut feeling something is... Wrong.

Warnings: Mature content, self harm, violence, swearing.

Word count: 1855

Feedbacks are much appreciated and so motivating!

Chapter One

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  Katherine woke up with a weird feeling inside her chest. She was mad at herself for being like this: She could like someone so easily and fall in love with them soon after. It was not her fault though, he was really charming. Too good looking to like her back. However, she tried to convince herself that she just liked him and was attracted to him because he was a writer and well... Handsome as fuck. Not to mention his gentlemanly behaviour. Taking a deep breath, she reached out for her phone to tell her best friend about it. She didn't really have lots of friends and she never complained about it, she liked solitude.

  She scolded herself for being that excited about the thought of seeing him again. He was the very first thing that was on her mind in the morning and she wanted to talk to him again. So badly.

  K: Morning!

  S: Morning to you too 🤣

You're texting me 'morning' since when?

  K: Stop being sarcastic. Can't I be nice to my best friend?

  S: Of course you can, I'm kidding. I just wondered what made you this cheerful... Or who, I should say.

  K: You know who.

  S: Oh do I?

  K: Come on, Samantha! The man I met yesterday. I can't get him out of my mind, I don't know what happened to me but he's like... Cigarette.

  S: You're smoking? Since when???

  K: Of course I don't! It was just an example, idiot. Just can't get him out of my mind. What do I do?

  S: Text him maybe?

You won't seem desperate, don't worry. I am sure he found you attractive as well and he might even be in love with you.

  K: Okay, no need to exaggerate.

What do I say, good morning or hi?

  S: It doesn't matter!

  K: Okay, I'll text you later.

Are you sure I won't seem desperate?

  S: JUST TEXT HIM FOR GOD'S SAKE!

  K: OKAY I WILL!

  S: Don't forget to tell me about it. I gotta go now, talk to you later. xxx

  K: Bye! ❤️

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There was something different about him. Did she like him because he was attractive or because he was nice to her? She had to admit that he was attractive, but there was something else in his voice, in his looks, in the way he talked. She actually found him beautiful.

  Taking a deep breath, she finally decided to text him.

  K: Good morning. :)

  Was he still asleep? Maybe he was at work. Wait, do writers go to work? Maybe he had another job. Maybe not. Maybe he just did not want to talk to her... Why wasn't he replying?!

  She sighed in frustration as she took a big sip from her coffee and burned her tongue.

  B: Morning, Katherine.

How are you? :)

  He finally replied after 10 minutes. She bit her lip as her heart skipped a beat, and started typing.

  K: I'm good! Getting ready to go to school.

  K: I mean work.

  God, I'm an idiot, she thought.

  K: How about you?

  B: Just got out of shower, that's why I replied late by the way. Sorry about that. :)

  K: I was wondering if you would like to meet again sometime.

  She grinned as she bit her lip, that's what she always did when she was nervous or excited.

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  K: I would love that! When will you be free?

  B:I'm always available for you.

Whenever you'd like. :)

  She started squealing in excitement. What did he just say?!

  K:I'm free in the afternoon.

  B: Wonderful. How about the café we met?

  K: Sounds good. Is 2PM okay for you?

  B: Yes. I am looking forward to it, Katherine.

  K: So am I. :)

I gotta go now, see you later. x

  B: Have a good day. See you. x

  She looked at her watch and she was 30 minutes late already. Without telling Samantha about it, she started to get ready in a hurry.

  She was never late for work, so no one was upset with her being late.

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  ''...And my mum said I'm out of my mind!''

  Katherine just could not get him out of her mind, and she hated it. She did listen to her counselee but couldn't pay any attention, and now she was crying. She gave her a tissue, ''I understand you, Jane, and I hope telling me about it made you feel better. I know how difficult it is for you, but I have a suggestion. When I was your age, I found a way to deal with my problems: being your own counselor.'' She smiled warmly.

  ''My own counselor? How?'' The young girl sniffled.

  ''I imagined that I was told about everything I am going through, and I had to find them a way out. Think of it as if you're reading your life in third person of view. I did it for years and I still do when I don't want to tell people about my feelings. Plus, I found out that it was scientifically proven in college, so it is safe and it actually works. How does that sound?''

  She wiped her tears, ''I can try...''

  ''So tell me, what would you say to yourself if you were someone else?''

  ''I think I would say that maybe..." She sniffled, "Maybe her mother wasn't feeling good as well.''

  Katherine smiled, ''That's it! You are right. We all have problems that we don't want to tell the others and sometimes we might burn out on people we care about the most without being aware of it. You can ask your mother if she is feeling alright, it doesn't matter whether you are still upset with her or not; maybe you can help her as well just like you just helped yourself. That was very brave of you, in my opinion.'' She smiled wholeheartedly.

  The girl who was just crying smiled and said ''Thank you very much, Miss Daelan. It's going to be the first thing I'm gonna do when I'm home.''

  ''You're welcome. Feel free to talk to me anytime.'' She got up to open the door for her and then left the room as well before checking her phone.

3 new messages from Samantha

  S: Hey! Send screenshots!!!

Are you there?

Kath!

  K: I'm sorryyyy I was late to work already and then forgot to text you.

Here you go:

*screenshots*

  S: I told you that he liked you as well, he is flirting with you!

  K: No he's not!

  S: He adores you!

  K: You are really exaggerating.

  ''Miss Daelan, do you have a minute?'' Katherine looked up at the principle, "Yes, Mr Brealey."

  K: The principle wants to talk to me, I'll ttyl xxx

  S: What did he say?

  The old man opened his room's door for Katherine, she smiled and walked inside. He gestured her to sit down, "Please, have a seat." he said and closed the door. After sitting down, he cleared his throat and said "Miss Daelan, I... Erm..."

  He loosened his tie, couldn't dare to look at Katherine. His cheeks were red and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. The young woman frowned a little, listening to him in curiosity. "I've known you since the day you started working here and... I must say that you are the most intelligent, kind, beautiful woman I have ever seen... I can't take my eyes off you because you're an amazing woman and I... I love you."

  Katherine was shocked, didn't know what to say at first. She did not feel honored at all, she was disgusted. "Excuse me? I thought you were married!"

  "Yes but I don't love my wife, I'm going to divorce her soon; you must understand Miss Daelan, I love you! Please give me a chance..." And now she felt her blood boil in her veins.

"I am sorry but it's never gonna happen. I suggest you to divorce your wife as soon as possible to keep her away from an asshole like you." Katherine stood up angrily and walked towards the door, "But Miss D--" and she shut the door.

  K: FUCKING HELL!

He said he loves me!

He's fucking married, Samantha!

*seen*

Are you there?

*seen*

  K: I guess you are busy

I'm going home to get ready, talk to you later xxx

  S: Sorry, I had to deal with a costumer

What a prick!!!

How dare he?

I want to kill him.

  K: Violence is never the answer but yeah, I pity on his wife to be honest. He even has children.

ANYWAY

WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?

S: Whatever you're comfortable with. :)

  K: How about a dress?

The one I wore when we last met?

  S: You look so hot in it 🔥

Wear that one!

  K: It covers all of my body, it's kinda tight and there's NO WAY I can look hot in it. I don't want to look pretentious anyway.

  S: Anything you wear looks good on you, love!

  K: Gay. 🤭

  S: Shut up. Wear it!

  K: LOL sorry!

I gotta go nowww

  S: Tell me all about it when you're home, IF you go back home ;) Good luck!

  K: I WILL and thanks! ❤️

  The young woman sighed as she tried to find her keys. She was still mad at the principal and it was frustrating her.

  After a short shower, she dried her hair with a towel and let her curls down on her shoulders. She wore the dress and looked in the mirror, It actually looks good, she thought. After applying some makeup and wearing her favourite her perfume, she was ready. She didn't like to wait and hated making the others wait for her as well, so she left her flat at 1:30PM. It took her 15 minutes to get to the café and she realized that she wasn't the only one who was punctual.

  "Hi..." She said as she walked towards the man she couldn't get out of her mind. He was wearing a brown jumper with beige trousers and she breathed his masculine, minty cologne in. Her heart was beating faster already.

  "Oh, hi, Katherine!" He stood up and for one second she didn't know what to do. Should she shake his hand or kiss his cheek? Or hug him? The young man leaned down and kissed her cheek before hugging her, she was shaking inside.

  He felt her body close to his. He felt her delicate, pale skin; and her linden scent made him feel dizzy. Her arms hugged his chest and he felt her plump, beautiful breasts. He watched her dress tighten around her curves as she moved.

  She was so beautiful and he could barely keep his hands to himself. He could kiss and take her right there, but didn't. He had to control himself until she submitted to him, which wasn't going to take long because it was in her blood. Submitting, obeying, and being his. He just knew it, and he was going to take what belonged to him. Katherine, belonged to him.

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Chapter Three

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[am-imagines]

I see you. - Alex Morgan Imagine.

Request: “ Can I request this: Alex and r are together and the team knows and then they come out to the public in some really cute or funny way and maybe you can also incorporate some supportive reactions from the team? ”

I hope I did it justice, guys. Thank you for the patience to those that are still around. I love y’all. <3

No Beta, so you know the drill here, but I tried my best.

Sharing a room with Alex during the World Cup was somewhat rough when you were barely able to look at her without blushing. You were crushing on her since the day you met, but it was never that bad until you were on the bed next to hers.

The awkwardness that overcame you around her was odd, considering you texted practically nonstop. You became good friends like that, and there was an ease on your conversations that you’d never experienced with anyone else.

You shared so many interests, even had a similar lookout in life. You aimed for the same goals and put in equal amounts of effort to achieve them.

None of that changed the fact that Alex was stupidly handsome. Her beauty smacked you on the face whenever you looked at her and that was your downfall. It didn’t matter what you did, your cheeks would end up flushed with color and you’d stammer total nonsense that would make her chuckle. Alex would inevitably get closer to make sure you were okay, and just like that you were a gay mess.

A thing you learned quickly about Alex is that she never quit.

When you were too nervous to talk, she filled in the silence with a funny story or a new song to listen together. Free nights became movie marathons or just quiet moments where you’d work the nerves away before a match.

Halfway through the World Cup it wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to fall asleep in her bed and wake up cuddled on her side come morning.

Pointing the exact moment when your relationship became more than a friendship was near impossible. It was slow, steady and swift. One day you looked at her and realized that she was more than your friend, and when you leaned down to kiss her, she met you halfway.

This was a new side of yourself and Alex; one that you wanted to enjoy without rush or pressure. No one really knew you were into girls to start with although your crush on her wasn’t exactly subtle. Then again, everyone had to be a little starstruck by Alex Morgan when they joined the USWNT.

Once you were World Champions, you had time to explore that relationship and everything it meant to you. It was both exhilarating and terrifying with all the media swarming you, and yet no one noticed the slight changes in your demeanor.

No one really asked, and you never told.

Perhaps you just weren’t ready to come out to the rest of the world. Maybe wrapping your head around some of the details was harder than you thought. After all, you were dating Alex Morgan, for fuck’s sake!

Maybe the longing looks, the lingering touches and the secretive smiles were a few clues for the team, but if they knew or suspected something, you couldn’t tell. They were a part of your family, and in the end, they wanted you to be happy above everything else.

They would wait for you to be ready, and once things went back to normal after the victory tour, you finally were.

“How are we doing this?” Alex asked as she played with your hair. “Livestream?”

You look up at her, your head resting on her lap as you scroll through social media wondering what the fuck you’re about to do. But a second later all your attention is on her, and you find yourself breathless once again.

She’s stunning in a million different ways but you preferred this one; soft and relaxed. That was one of the perks of enjoying a quiet weekend at her place in L.A. before you went back to your respective clubs.

It seems like the National team is fond of Live Streams but it isn't how you want to come out. First because you’d become a nerve mess before actually sharing the news, and second because it isn’t original at all.

If you are about to come out to the fans and sponsors out there, you want to do so in a way they’d remember.

“I don’t think I could do it even if I tried,” you finally say.

Then it dawns on you: humor is the way you handle most of the things that would make you uncomfortable otherwise. That’s not to say you want the world to believe your relationship with Alex is a joke, but there has to be a way to come out in a funny, quirky and clever way.

“We’ll see each other in a couple of weeks, right?” You ask trying to remember the exact date when your clubs will face each other.

“Yeah,” she pauses for a second and you look up at her curiously. “Speaking of, any chance I can steal you for a night while you’re in Orlando?”

“Well, Ms. Morgan, I’m pretty sure that can be arranged,” you tell her with a coy smile. “For now, there’s some online shopping to do.”

With a kiss on her cheek and all the hesitation on the world to leave her side, you finally go to the other side of the room to retrieve your laptop. After all, you’re in a very important mission. And NWSL is the kind of merchandise you’re looking for.

For some miracle of the Gods above, you find both your jerseys in stock available for shipping within 24 hours with an extra fee. You don’t mind paying a bit more to stay on schedule, and even when you technically still have time, you like to be prepared.

It’d be nice to get your items before you and Alex go your separate ways.

You’d be lying if you say having her autograph wouldn’t be nice too.

“What’s the big idea here?” Alex asks while you finalize the purchase.

Her arms found their place around your waist and she rests her chin on your shoulder so she can see what you’re doing. Your plan is still a secret, and you want to keep it like that for a little longer.

“You’re gonna have to wait and trust me for a while.”

The smirk never leaves your face even when you can feel her little pout. It doesn’t last long, the laptop is forgotten on the coffee table and you turn on her arms to face her. A moment later you’re straddling her lap, your fingers undoing her ponytail and combing her hair until she closes her eyes.

“For now, what do you say we stop worrying about the rest of the world?”

“What should we do then?” She asks, already leaning in for a kiss.

“I think you got the right idea.”

*****

“All set?”

You scan the place one last time to make sure nothing’s missing from your bag. Nothing important since Alex has already claimed half your clothes.

Cellphone and wallet already in your pocket, and keys right on your hand, everything seems to be where it should. The rest of your things are packed and ready to go for the last flight home.

The Victory Tour ended on a good note, so now all you have to do is say goodbye to Alex.

Sharing a room with her was hard at the beginning, and you never expected that not sharing it anymore would be exponentially harder.

“Yeah,” you finally answer after patting your pockets once again. “I think-, I think I’m ready.”

“Okay.”

But just like you, Alex doesn’t really move and when she does, it’s towards you.

You’ve never seen her move as fast as she does while crossing the distance between you. But you don’t comment on it, really can’t when her arms are around you in a second and her lips are on yours.

It’s soft and yet firm. The kind of kiss that makes you weak at the knees and all you can do is hold onto her shoulders. You move with her, allow her to take control of it all as you try to burn her into your memory.

You try to memorize the softness of her lips, the silkiness of her hair between your fingers and even that scent that is purely Alex. You try to take all of it in, but you only have a moment that is over far too soon.

Technology is your saving grace, and you’re not sure what you’d do otherwise. And yet there are things you can’t convey through the Internet.

“I should go,” you whisper against her lips.

“Yeah.”

It’s hard -almost impossible-, to resist Alex. So despite the pressing matter of time, you indulge in another kiss.

Just like last time, you melt into her embrace and you consider staying there forever. It’s almost as if time stopped around you. Almost. Your alarm goes off startling you out of the daze, and you can help the little jump that makes Alex chuckle.

A step back creates just enough distance to clear your mind, the action making Alex raise an eyebrow in amusement but it’s really not your fault. She has that effect on you, has been that way for a long time, and yet she still finds it amusing.

With a tap on the screen you take care of the alarm. And there you are, right where you were ten minutes ago.

Time to go.

“Right. So...here I go then.”

“And-,” Alex adds with an excited smile, “-we have a game plan for next week.”

“That we do.”

Next week you’re playing against different teams on different days which gives you the opportunity to watch each other’s match. It’s the first step on your plan. Coming out seems like a big deal, and bit by bit the pieces get in motion.

“No regrets, right?” You ask.

This is not just about you. As big as coming out can be, this is also the reveal of your relationship with the biggest face of the USWNT. Whatever backlash you can get from this, it’ll be worse for her due to her massive following.

So you have to ask her again if she’s sure about this, if she’s as ready as you are.

“Y/n,” she calls softly as she cups your face. “No regrets at all.”

“Good,” you said with a small voice, barely believing this. “That’s...that’s good.”

You’re on this together, and yet, it’s incredible.

*****

Her match is about to start when you pull out your phone to take a selfie.

The pride colors look kinda odd on you. Maybe it’s because you spent the last few months only wearing the National Team kit, or maybe it’s because you don’t wear purple that often. But well, you’re not requesting a team trade, and it was your idea, so you can’t complain.

One of your friends already helped you take one picture of the back where Alex’s name and number are perfectly visible.

You’re practically shaking, but manage to smile as you snap the picture.

It’s something simple, really. Something that shouldn’t mean too much and yet, it does.

Pulling up your social media, you add both pictures.

  |Cheering for the Pride today. #13 show me what you’ve got. ;)

The wink is cheeky; it’s a reason for people to read into it and wonder if there’s something else going on. Which is…well, totally the point.

It’s funny to see the diverse reactions to your post. Some are confused about what you mean, some jump to call a trade that simply won’t happen; at least not that you know. But the press, oh they are ready to call it a rivalry.

It doesn’t matter how many times you two were caught on camera during the world cup being friendly. It didn’t matter if you two worked like a well oiled machine on the field during every match; Victory Tour included. They wanted to push the rivalry angle; fueled by the lack of a rebuttal from either of you.

You can’t help but laugh later when you call Alex to congratulate her. She truly showed you what she got with a couple of goals and the victory for the Orlando Pride. Those have been rare for her team lately, although you can’t blame them with so many key players also going to the World Cup.

However, the rivalry angle is fun to play with and in the end it’s the one you decide to push a little more the next day when it’s you on the field while Alex watches.

You’re already done with warm-ups and head out to the locker room to change into the kit when you hear your phone pinging with a new post. As expected, you find Alex’s post already blowing up despite it has been up for a grand total of two minutes.

   |I already showed you what I’m capable of. Now it’s your turn, Y/n.

Attached it’s a picture of Alex wearing your club jersey and although the number isn’t really showing, it’s more than obvious she’s wearing yours.

A chuckle escapes your lips while you shake your head. A question running through your head as you prepare for the starting whistle.

What the fuck am I doing?

***

A week later the press is going wild with theories about you and Alex. They aren’t sure what to make of it, but everyone has been talking about it for days. The upcoming match up between your clubs has served to add fuel to the fire, but you ignore all the fuzz of it as you prepare.

Last week you obtained the victory with a last minute goal to earn the three points. And unable to resist temptation, you had to make another post about it.

   |I’d say I’m pretty good at delivering. What do you say, Morgan?

   |TBD. See you next week.

The last part was a clue that no one seemed to catch on considering you were staying at her place instead of sticking with your club in a hotel. Of course, you didn’t share that bit of information and instead let the tension grow outside of your happy bubble.

This match is the moment of culmination if everything goes the right way. But playing against Alex doesn’t mean you’re going easy on her. If anything, being on the same field always pushes you to play the best soccer and be the best player you can be out there. It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing the same colors or not.

Being lenient with her as a rival is the kind of mistake that could and would cost you a game. You just don’t underestimate Alex Morgan. And she better not do so to you or you’ll make her pay.

Adjusting the captain armband once more, you follow your team into the field and take your place just a few feet away from your girlfriend.

“Good luck, Morgan.”

“May the best team win.”

You play your hardest on that field; push to your limits and beyond, but in the end it’s a draw. Two a piece. Of course it had to be a draw. But you left everything there.

The game became physical and you tackled Alex as much as she tackled you in order to get back a lost ball. That’s part of your motto, not giving up even if it seems like a lost cause. And considering Alex decided to date you even when you couldn’t look at her four months ago, you’d say Alex doesn’t give up either.

Well that and the couple of new bruises you have after the match.

You’re a bit disappointed with the final score; you always want to win and carry that inertia into the next game. But it’s a fair result considering how close the game actually was. You two put on a show and the fans of both teams can see that.

“Y/n! Y/n! Can you give us one moment of your time?”

Looking at the person calling for you, you have to fight the smirk as you see it’s a reporter. It’s not hard to imagine they’ve been waiting for this moment since the first post you made a week ago.

“Sure.”

“What a great game you gave us today. Are you disappointed with the result?”

You can see this is not really what they want to ask, but you don’t mind playing along giving your commentary to this question and a couple of others.

“One last question, the fans and everyone really, are wondering about this new rivalry between you and Alex Morgan. What can you tell us about that?”

Bingo.

“Oh, there’s absolutely no-”

You could feel Alex lingering around, listening into this interview while being interviewed herself by another reporter for a quote after the game. But it’s only when you’re in the middle of your answer that she takes the few steps to wrap her arms around you from behind.

“We’re dating,” she announces proudly and straight to the point.

“-rivalry.” You finish your sentence before shaking your head. “Babe, I was going to say it!”

“What’s stopping you?” Alex challenges with that smirk you absolutely adore.

“You’re impossible.“

“Yeah, and…?”

“And Alex Morgan is my girlfriend,” you answer with just a little grumble as you look back at the camera. “But we’re definitely winning the next game.”

“Not on my watch,” she counters before turning your face towards her to kiss you softly.

Whatever argument you had is gone just like that. But it’s hard to keep track of your thoughts when she kisses you. Hell, it’s impossible to think straight when she’s too close to you. That’s why it took you so long to actually talk to her.

Your relationship is still so new, and yet you can’t help but feel like you’ve known her for decades. The connection between the two of you is meant to last, and you’ve never felt your heart skip a beat as it does when you look at her.

You’ve never felt your heart hammer against your chest so madly; and that’s something considering you played -and conquered-, a World Cup. You’ve never felt so in peace as you do when you look into her eyes. You’ve never felt so happy, or so whole, or so seen...or so you.

Alex has the ability to understand everything you say, but words aren’t needed for her to understand you. In a short amount of time, Alex knows you better than anyone else in the world, and as scary as that might seem, it’s also the best thing in the world.

“If you’ll excuse us now...”

Surely there are a thousand other questions the press wants to ask. However, you have no need to stay on the field as you guide Alex back to the tunnel. The fans will be all over that interview in no time, and it’s bound to appear in every social media and every news channel.

Even with the anxiety starting to creep in, the doubts nagging at the back of your mind, you don’t let go of her hand until you have to. After all, you belong to two different clubs. But your goodbye will be short lived as you’re going to her place for the night.

Still, the time apart is a bit scary when you’re about to face the backlash of many, and perhaps the support of most. After all, you’re not the first couple -or the only one-, in the USWNT, NWSL or even women’s soccer around the world.

After another gentle kiss, you part ways to reunite with your team.

You’re hesitant for a moment; taking a deep breath to steel yourself before facing them.

As soon as they see you, the room erupts in cheers and whistles of approval. Then again, your crush on Alex Morgan wasn’t exactly a secret. And after the World Cup, they could see something had changed within you.

Of all the people out there to get you, your club got your back. And after you get a chance to check your phone, you notice they ain’t the only ones.

   |Rivalry, that’s what they call it now, uh?

Megan’s post goes along with a picture of you smiling at Alex at the end of a World Cup match. It’s obvious you were smitten with each other back then, and nothing has really changed.

  |We all know how Rivalries work. One of them has to end on top. If you ask me, my money is on Y/n.

Your blush is impossible to hide when you read Ash’s words, and that’s something that you won’t ever reply to. There are things that you simply won’t share with the world.

  |Wait, hold on. Did you guys seriously not know?

Sonnett asks in her post with several pictures taken during camp. Some of them are during team bonding or well...movie nights. It wasn’t unusual for either of you to feel particularly tired and ended up falling asleep in the same bed.

But you’re surprised to see that you cuddled before you were together.

Then, there’s the evidence of you sitting next to each other whenever you could. During breakfast, on the bus, on the bench, on the plane. At some there was hand-holding added, and you wonder, truly wonder, how you called that subtle.

  |Hottest couple out there. Sorry, Krashlyn.

Bit by bit, every single player of the USWNT has shown their support, and it acts as a wave to generate more support from the fans, and it’s so overwhelming that the few people brave enough to try and drag your name on the mud are immediately silenced.

The world is still far away from being perfect, but your friends, your teammates, your family, they sure make it better.

“Ready to go?” Alex asks when you meet her outside.

“Sure, as long as I end on top tonight,” you say with a playful wink that earns you an eye roll.

“You wish.”

#alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #alex morgan x reader #requested #fulfilled prompt

[stanzoeywade]

Dating Poppy Min-Sinclair

I lowkey headcanon Poppy to look like blonde Chungha, and omfg she looks so good in this gif.

Summary: An enemies to friends to lovers trope, sign me the fuck up. I hope you guys enjoy and if you want more please like or reblog. If you want to be added to the tag list please reply. :) I'm also working on the third part of my Poppy x MC series and I oop I'm gay.

Taglist: @somewillwin @origmansello @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @captain-hanadeleine​

SFW

It was hate at first sight (sure, jan), but in all honesty your first impression of Poppy was that she was gorgeous. The scowl on her face did nothing to change your mind. The very first words she uttered to you was "Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about who she is. It's me you have to worry about.

As soon as those words leave her mouth, the only part of the sentence your brain focuses on is the word 'sweetheart' and the way she said it, voice dripping with sarcasm. It did nothing to stop you from thinking how hot Poppy was.

You're suddenly pulled away by Zoey, who tells you about the whole ranking system and she takes you out to hang out at a speakeasy, with your new outfit.

In order to get your mind off of Poppy, you decide to flirt with the stranger at the bar (who ends up being Professor Kingsley), but even as you spent time and slept with them, all you could imagine was Poppy, and how she would feel under you.

You learn that Poppy was the resident HBIC of campus, and a sort of rivalry forms between the two of you.

Poppy won't admit it to anyone but she actually found you attractive when she first saw you, even though you were wearing non-designer clothes. Probably annoyed that she actually found you attractive, she acts extra mean, because she's confused and not good with feelings. (PB please let me romance Poppy)

Not anyone is safe from Poppy's wrath, and its extra hard for you because she becomes extra mean, her words are harsher and actually stings a little.

Poppy seems shocked that you actually got hurt, and opens her mouth about to apologise until she remember that she's the queen bee, she doesn't apologise.

You don't back down and insults are exchanged between the two of you, whenever you meet or bump into each other.

Poppy actually starts to look forward to your banter with each other, and she makes an effort to bump into you a bit more.

When you learn of Kick-off day, you and the quarterbacks team up to create a performance for half-time.

Poppy for sure gets annoyed because who do you think you are trying to compete with her, the queen of Belvoire.

After you show her up and kiss Zoey, she feels a pang of jealousy, which she mistakes and takes out as anger against you. She has a meltdown, breaks up with Carter and everyone stares and start to berate her.

Poppy walks out the field and you run after her, feeling shitty because even if she was mean, she didn't deserve to be shit on in public like that. You feel really bad and run after Poppy to make sure she's okay.

You catch up to Poppy find her all the way on the other side of the campus, she's by herself and you see her crying her eyes out. Her eyes are red, and once you see her your heart breaks a little because seeing her like that made you feel like the worst human being, especially since she was crying because of you. Even though, she's crying she looks as beautiful as ever and you can't help but stare.

You approach her and she notices and sneers at you. "Come to kick me when I'm down? Go ahead, newbie. Here's your chance."

And if you thought you couldn't feel worse, you felt you heart break even more as the words escapes her lips.

You put your hands up in surrender and let out a sigh. "Look, you don't have to believe me but I just really wanted to apologise. Even if you were being mean, you don't deserve that." She eyes you suspiciously and says "What's it to you if I'm upset, Farmsville? Just fuck off, I don't need your pity."

Not backing down, you stare at her in the eyes and say sincerely. "I never really wanted to be part of this stupid ranking thing you guys have, I don't even want to be the queen bee. Especially, if it means that you or anyone else gets hurt in the process."

Poppy looks at you stunned, like she can't decipher why you're being so nice to her, and you continue "Plus, I can't say I didn't enjoy our banter, that was fun." You wink at her cheekily and she can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

You smile at her softly, happy that you managed to make her feel a little but better and you realise that Poppy has such a soft laugh and you want to hear it again.

Poppy's eyes soften as she stops crying. She looks at you and says "Thanks Farmsville, I needed that." You don't know whether your eyes are playing trick on you but you can swear that you can see her blush.

Meanwhile, Poppy feels her cheeks burn and her heart beat a bit faster. 'Damn you for being sweet.'

Smiling sincerely, you ask "Truce?" and Poppy raises her eyebrow at you amused but agrees albeit nonchalantly.

This then starts your sort of friendship with Poppy, but instead of hurling insults at each other, the both of you engage in playful banter (no one knows that you guys are friends). She turns a bit softer, in a way where she always looks at you with an inquisitive gaze to check if you were okay with the banter.

Cue the late night messages, where the both of you stay up late to talk about random nonsense that happened that day, or when Poppy's annoyed she sends you rants where she complains about how stupid everyone is, and vice versa.

Both of you being confused af because is she flirting with me or is she being nice???? (basically is he gay or European but lesbian) The two of you have each other's back, if someone says shit about either of you the other one is quick to defend. Zoey notices your change in attitude towards Poppy and she asks why you're defending your "enemy". You shrug it off by saying "If they're gonna say shit, they should say it to her face, not talk behind her back." Zoey finds that a little bit suspicious, but she doesn't say anything.

This then leads to an actual good support system for both of you, and an actual friendship is formed.

This is when Poppy realises that she actually has feelings for you, and she's quick to yeet out of there, because ewww feelings. She starts to act distant and you're confused because you think you did something wrong.

It's not that Poppy wants to avoid you, she's just really confused about her feelings and she doesn't want to ruin the friendship you two have. Chloe notices that Poppy is acting weird and decides to confront her about it.

Whilst Chloe is usually oblivious, even she suspects that something is going on between the two of you, and she begins to ask Poppy questions. That's when she finds out that Poppy has feelings for you. After her small 'EUREKA!' moment Chloe decides to tease Poppy, and queen bee is not amused. "If you tell anyone that I have a crush on her, I will have you cremated and eaten by the dogs." yells Poppy as Chloe just laughs in amusement.

Chloe lowkey trying to be a wingman, but Poppy tells her off and you just think that Chloe's just being weird, and it just confuses you even more. Like what???

Mutual pining, because the both of you are too stubborn to confess how you feel. Poppy just doesn't even know what to do because feelings. And you don't know whether she likes you back and don't want to risk your newfound friendship with her.

Cue Poppy seeing you flirt with someone else, (Carter, Zoey or Veronica or whoever) and Poppy loses her shit because she's jealous.

Thinking with anger and not her head, Poppy decides to kiss you in front of the whole school. Long story short, everyone sees and it's all over social media, that's how they find out that the queen bee has staked her claim.

Poppy is touch starved and craves affection. This probably comes with the fact that her parents weren't really the affectionate type, which is why she acts the way she does. Her parents probably ingrained it into her head that she has to be #1 for everything and anything below that is the same as being nothing.

She would never admit it but Poppy adores cuddling and lazy days where the both of you just chill out and share soft and sweet kisses, in which neither of you stop until your lips are bruised.

She's also the little spoon (fite me), and you don't mind because she's so soft and you're weak for her.

Poppy is also the type to pamper you with expensive ass gifts, even when you tell her that she doesn't have to give you anything, but it makes her happy so you're happy.

Waking up next to her is probably the equivalent of seeing an angel. She looks so peaceful when she's asleep and you can't help but stare because you don't have the heart to wake her up.

Poppy can't cook for shit, because why would she need to know how to cook, she's rich??? Probably so bougie she's never had fast food in her life, so the first thing you do is take her ass to McDonald's.

Arguments usually occur when both of you are stressed and this leads to angry make out sessions where both of you are marked up with hickeys for everyone to see.

This girl needs some TLC, so please be gentle and patient because she's not used to affection.

NSFW HCs

People probably think that Poppy's a pillow princess and sometimes you joke and tease her about it, but in all honesty she can top. Her strap game is impeccable, 10000/10 would reccomend again.

When you go down on her she always tugs at your hair, and you can't help but groan as her nails brush against your scalp. Additionally when she's bottoming, she becomes a little bratty and you have no choice but to play rough and she doesn't mind.

When the two of you argue, this can lead to some intense angry sex, all bets are off when you're arguing, everything is messy, rough and passionate. The two of you don't remember the reason why you were arguing after.

The moans, groans and noises that comes out of Poppy's mouth is music to your ears. It's probably the sexiest thing you've ever heard, and you can't get enough.

When she rides the strap, it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. The way her sweat clings to her body making it glisten, and the way her body moves and convulses as she's riding makes you go insane. 10000/10 would do again.

The type to annoy you by sexting you in class, purposely riling you up, she especially enjoys annoying you when it's Professor Kingsley's class because she's petty like that. It gets to the point where you're so riled up that you just get up and leave class. She loves sending you photos with nothing on but her underwear, almost always pink or white. It's one of her favourite past times really. You can't even get angry because each photo is so good so you can't complain.

She's also the type of girl to get flustered when you sext her back, and it's honestly the cutest thing. It becomes a game of who can rile up the other person more.

These are just my headcanons and you don't have to agree with them hope you enjoyed reading. :)

#poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #queen b poppy #queen b choices #queen b #queen b zoey #veronica lombardi #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices hcs #this is just my headcanons #makepoppyali2020 #poppydailychallenge #squint squint im working on another part of the fic but enjoy this first lmaoooooo #chloe st. james #chloe queen b

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

AIGHT Y’ALL I wasn’t tagged but I’m doing this anyways because f u c k  i t

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I could’ve predicted happening in our lord’s year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But I’ve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I can’t really complain.

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:  

Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans

Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, he’s trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!

Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!

Favorite ship:  

Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes it’s Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the world’s most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? That’s TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because they’re cute as shit and it’s just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!

Underrated character:

SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasn’t always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, y’all! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit he’s become, and I for one think that’s very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):  

Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just don’t watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and it’s just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where there’s not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I don’t like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moon’s influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole “mean girl” shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY it’s underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). I’m really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, I’m begging!!!

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, I’m sorry

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

There’s something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Cole’s boba!!!) I’m also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I don’t really care if they bring anyone else back??? I’m invested in the characters we already have in the show, I don’t need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...I’m good??? That’s all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, “unhinged” karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eli’s lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRI’S NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

I hope not! He’s kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I don’t think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also I’d probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree

What’s your training montage song?

"Shut Up and Drive” by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I don’t know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

*Briefly panics because I don’t actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*

Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY

You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like “Wtf are you doing here? Aren’t you like 30?” ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time he’s about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like “???? He didn’t get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???” ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks he’s selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesn’t work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Daniel’s dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like “Watch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guy’s marriage.” She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and she’s like “Is that the guy from Mac’s goddamn dojo?!?!” ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like “Oh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!” ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and he’s like “IS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIAL’S WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like “Oh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???” Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.

For tagging, uuuuhhhhhh @jackonthelongwalk @soe-leo @max-eagle-fang @cc-tinslebee @backawayfromthegay @asphodel-storm do the thing, if y’all haven’t yet!

#cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #ck #tag game #binary boyfriends #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #it's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip

[frightfurtabby]

Himikiyo Week 2021 Day 2! Bookstore Ambience

// Likewise with yesterdays entry, amino crossposting to be added later. i feel this one’s pretty damn cute

later edit- all links will be collected later in an individual post that will act as a guide/directory.

Word count: 1837

Link

AO3- https://archiveofourown.org/works/34138636

Amino- https://aminoapps.com/c/danganronpa/page/blog/himikiyo-week-day-2-bookstore-ambience/d3DX_eE8Sbum1JjvngPBwrwNV6mNR1eD7WR

A first date, depending on who you asked, was either more nerve wracking or less so than you expect. Kiyo wasn’t sure which they’d agree with but nonetheless they were fretting. Pacing back and forth in their office at the university. A cute teacher from another department had ended up inviting them out on a date, like a date date. They’d been on the job for a few years now but hardly socialized much outside the other anthropology staff who were understanding of at least some of their eccentricities.

Then just before the start of the previous semester the college hired a new batch of professors including one taking a spot over in the English department in a room in just the opposite hall. So they would see her often in the mornings downstairs in line at Coffee place, usually she was to the back of the line and they’d cross paths when Kiyo was going up with their usual order. The first sighting was like this, and entirely by chance as the anthropologist had to turn to answer a colleague briefly and eye contact was made with the cute redhead in line just over the other’s shoulder, Himiko Yumeno.  

They soon hit it off, spending time talking to each other in between class periods in one room, the other, or in the previously mentioned cafe. About work, future plans, what they did in their spare time. Kiyo was always busy doing work, research generally and most of their interests revolved around it and there were days in a row just immersing themself in study. It was like that for as long as they could remember, though what in particular they were fascinated by changed over time.

Legends of monsters, legends of heroes, artifacts left behind, Asia, North America, Africa, they’d deep dive into something and come out the other end being aware of enough to teach their students in extreme detail. Little did they know at the time but in a moment of serendipity just before they met Himiko they felt a pull toward researching the history of magic. And then it turned out that she was interested in that as well.

There were very few days they didn’t find a chance to talk. They had a shared routine every day, and now was a step up.

Kiyo adjusted their collar and tie before straightening out the skirt a bit more and wondered if it was all a little too formal and they were overthinking this. They did tend to do that kind of thing after all. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Himiko was definitely understanding of that kind of thing, they knew that much already. There were also the times they’d complained of that trait and she called it “adorable.”

It was to a bookstore with a cafe in it, so they didn’t need to be terribly formal. Kiyo remembered that it was taking place at around 8 tonight and looked over at the clock and realized that it was much sooner than they thought. She would be showing up any moment. Time went somewhere while they were lost in thought so they quickly put on their shoes, grabbed an umbrella just in case and headed out to the bus stop that was only a few blocks away.

The couple met while Himiko was sitting on the bench still, tapping away at her phone to text Kiyo to make sure everything was alright.

She looked up after hearing footsteps and sighed in relief. “You never seemed much like the type to show up late.”

“My apologies.”

“You also never seemed like the type to straight up ditch either, so…” she blushed and looked over down sheepishly. “I was getting a little worried something happened and you couldn’t pick me up as soon.”

“I got a bit distracted. I-” their explanation started as they took a break with her to sit and rest, arm wrapping around her shoulders.

“Was trying to make yourself extra cute for me?” the redhead teased, putting an arm around them right back and leaning in cutely..

“I… yes, I won’t deny that.” It was a cloudy evening and the autumn breeze blew downed leaves past where they had sat and began to cuddle on the bench. “You know how it is sometimes.”

“Yeah, I remember the time you genuinely didn’t grasp that the poetry I had been showing you for your input was, in fact, about you.”

Kiyo chuckled. “Oh god yeah, that took me a few to even have an inkling of it going on. I just might be the most useless lesbian ever.”

“Mmm, you’re useful for warmth sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?”

“Hehe, y-you know what I mean. Like right now, it’s a bit chilly but you being here makes it not so bad.” The first date was finally here, after they had planned it to be a day they were both free. So the woman was going to savor every moment of it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The couple approached the doors of the date location holding hands, under the umbrella. Skin made cold by the walk over in spite of hands sharing warmth. Small flecks of rain along the top of the umbrella dripped down. Inside, Kiyo instantly felt the warmth of the building. It wasn’t a long trek at all, if it was they would have done this by car. Everything around here was luckily close to the campus, including home.

The umbrella was put back in its holder, so as not to drip all over the place. It would be rude to do so.

Kiyo turns and gives Himiko a peck on the cheeks. “Food and coffee first, darling?”

The shorter woman nodded and smiled. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

It was just to the back left corner from the entrance. Rows and rows of enticing books had to be passed by before you could reach it, but who would come and not buy anything? Romance, sci-fi and fantasy, Manga and light novels too were all present.

After ordering, they got one booth to share, and sat down at the same side. Kiyo’s umbrella, bag, and jacket sat on the ground on the very inside corner. Everything they had ordered would be coming up, and luckily there wasn’t that much of a line on evening’s like this. The barista was even a student from university and had recognized them. It was awkward at first but Kiyo joked that it would be interesting to see which class would become fully aware they were dating first.”Let’s turn it into an experiment. Who has more Gossips attending their lectures?”

And they were glad that put her more at ease. It felt nice gently rubbing Himiko’s shoulder with their hand as she leaned in and placed a kiss on their cheek.

“Well, I sure hope it’s not mine. That’d be a pain.” she said to play into the gag a bit more. “Besides, it’d be fitting for your class.”

Kiyo feigned offense, mock gasping “Hey now what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, just you observant types over in anthropology, always wanting to know everything you can about how people work. I can see that tendency being correlated.”

They had told her previously they thought about doing more research for a paper about something like that after listening to some of their colleagues, ironic though it may be, gossipping about student rumors.

“Point taken.” Kiyo returned her smooch with their own, directly on her forehead.

The coffee and tea arrived first. So the talk continued with the added benefit of drinks. Himiko changed the subject to books on her to-read list. “You know there’s this new book I’ve been thinking of assigning in a future quarter, I’d have to read it first.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s about this girl that finds out that she has magical powers and gets some training, eventually she encounters a strange, beautiful spirit and they fall in love. I always feel like courses need a little more gay love. Oh, and the author is too, so the representation is genuine.”

KIyo nodded and listened. “That’s very good. Perhaps we’ll get a couple copies? I’ll pay. I’ll also be getting a few things that have been on my list for a while.”

They held hands, sat so close. Hans resting between both of their legs. It was such a good time to fit in cuddling any time there was a little lull in the action of the date. Some time to lazily place kisses.

Right on cue the meal arrived. Breakfast for dinner was a classic, from the bacon egg and cheese on croissant to the pie slices as a dessert. Reluctantly, they separated to more easily eat and drink.

“This is as good as it usually is, mmm, actually, it’s even better.” Himiko said, taking their hand again.

“I agree. I don’t know if coming alone will cut it for me any more.” Kiyo leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Shall we move on to the next leg, or savor this moment some more?”

The food was finished or wrapped up for later.

After a few more minutes cuddling in the booth, the couple looked through the aisles closer to the cafe portion first and Kiyo’s stack started, growing through each section until they had to split the load and have Himiko carry some.

“Sheesh, I thought you were only getting a few.” she complained, intending it to be lighthearted.

“My list is quite long.” Kiyo replied with a chuckle.

“Guess this is why you needed the bag then. If this was only a few I have to imagine it’s as long as you are.”

“Oh my~” the tall one replied, complete with suggestive eyebrow wiggling.

“Kiyo! Not like that, I meant your height. Did Iruma from the Engineering department teach you that one?”

As that line of discussion thankfully ceased the couple came to the one Himiko was looking for, it was up front on the display close to the cashier. She picked up one copy and put it on her pile and handed the second over to Kiyo.

“We could have, like, a little book club date. Just the two of us.” If only it weren’t so difficult to nuzzle close due to all these books, she thought.

“I think I’d enjoy that. Your company is always a pleasure darling.” They briefly leaned up close, cutely brushing against her before leading the way to check out.

Himiko blushed. “Yeah this was nice, we should do it more often.”

With a couple of coupons Kiyo kept in their pocket the price was cut down, but still cracked 12,000 yen. They stuffed the back full and carried it over their shoulder. Umbrella similarly along their back for if it would be needed again.

Arms wrapped around each other, the couple walked out and noticed the rain had stopped for now, and it would be dry on the bus trips back home.

#himikiyo week #himikiyo #himiko yumeno #korekiyo shinguji #college professor #au #bookstore #first date #writing #fanfic #danganronpa #danganronpa v3

[lovelyirony]

@ad1thi and i were having a very enlightening conversation, aka Tony’s bisexual and doesn’t realize it. it was fun! 

When Rhodey first sleeps with Tony, it’s incredibly amazing. They had been talking, getting shakes late at night, and Tony suddenly asks if they can take this upstairs. 

Here’s the problem: Tony doesn’t realize that you can like both guys and girls. 

So when they wake up, and Tony says “You know I’m not gay, right?” 

Rhodey’s kind of in shock. Because he laughs. It’s a funny joke. He literally just slept with Rhodey, and while Rhodey’s still a young guy, he can confidently say that Tony will probably always be in his Top Five. 

Tony’s reasoning is that he still likes women. Rhodey is not completely confident that Tony knows what bisexuality is. 

“You know that you can like both, right?” Rhodey says.

Tony blinks. 

“Let’s not talk about this for another five years. Can you do that thing again with your tongue?” 

Rhodey shrugs. 

Yeah, sure, they can wait. Tony has pretty eyes, Rhodey would prefer to get lost in them. Besides, Tony will figure it out in time. 

About three months later, Tony comes back from a meeting, strange look on his face. 

“Rhodey, did you know about bisexuality?” 

“Considering I’m dating one, yes,” Rhodey says. 

Tony stills. 

“You’re dating someone?” he asks. “Who? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Rhodey snorts. 

“Tony, you are adorable. You, honey. I’m dating you.” 

“We’re dating?” 

“Considering you always kiss me and hold my hand and call me nicknames and you’ve met my family? Yeah, we’ve been dating.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I figured you’d figure it out. You also told me not to talk about it for five years. So I wasn’t gonna push my luck.” 

Tony pushes his shoulder. 

“Ugh, you suck.” 

“As of last night, that was definitely not true--” 

“Gross!” Tony declares. “Gross! Also, Bruce wants to know if you’re coming to the improv show. Apparently he and Thor are gonna do something really funny with some of the audience prompts.” 

“Yeah, of course I will,” Rhodey says. “Wanna get dinner before?” 

“Already told Nat I would. Apparently she’s bringing a new friend.” 

“A friend she’s interested in?” 

“No, a girl she said eviscerated all of the business guys in her class. She says we’ll like her, especially you.” 

“Interesting,” Tony says. “We’ll have to see her. Any name yet?” 

“I think Virginia.” 

“I’m going to ask her if she has a nickname.” 

- 

Virginia Potts is not exactly sure why Natasha asked her how she felt about chaos. 

“Why?” 

“You’re about to meet it in human form.” 

She did not think that the guy in the hoodie with a bouquet of flowers on front and the guy next to him in a plain white t-shirt were chaos. 

At least, that’s until the guy in the hoodie flings a grape across the cafeteria and lands it in someone else’s drink. 

“I’m playing God,” he announces. He zeroes in on Pepper. “Goodness, you look like a goddess.” 

Pepper stills. 

“You’re always like this, huh?” 

“He is,” the guy in the white t-shirt announces. “I’m Rhodey. That’s Tony.” 

“I am literally never going to call you Virginia, I think it’s stupid that you were named after a state.” 

“It’s a family name.” 

“Even worse!” Tony says brightly. 

“He doesn’t mean that,” Rhodey says hurriedly. 

“No, he’s definitely right,” Virginia says. “I hate it. I just don’t wanna go by Ginny because then everyone asks if I like Harry Potter.” 

“Struggles,” Rhodey nods. “I understand. My dad wanted me to go by Jim. I wasn’t aware I was supposed to be eighty right now.” 

Tony snorts. 

“Sit down for now. We shall figure out your nickname in time.” 

They figure out the nickname ten minutes later when Pepper is trying to shake some pepper and salt into her soup and the lid to the pepper shaker falls off and dumps the whole container into her soup. 

“Pepper,” Tony decides. “It’s Pepper.” 

“No.” 

“It is kinda catchy,” Nat admits. 

Pepper it is. 

Despite the fact that she wasn’t exactly fond of the nickname, it sticks. She puts it on assignments, goes by it, and when she loses her college ID, changes the name on it to Pepper. 

“So I was right,” Tony says smugly after the improv show one night. “You do like it.” 

“You’re never allowed to brag again,” Pepper warns. “But yes, I do like it. Now pass me my jacket, it’s cold out.” 

The weirdest part to this whole...thing is that she gets crushes. On both Rhodey and Tony, and she is quite sure they’re dating, although sometimes they both flirt with her, and yeah that feels nice. But she’s not sure if they mean it. 

- 

Meanwhile, Rhodey is having a Crisis. And he’s not the one known for having crises, because that is Tony’s part of the roommate contract. Tony has the crises every two months, and usually about something like his nonexistent problem with his grades or something along the lines of family. 

Rhodey had a crush. On Pepper. Which he should’ve been expecting, because she’s...well, she’s herself. Pepper is most likely the most capable human on the planet, has worn high heels to a full day of classes and not complained once, and can get Tony out of the lab with absolutely no bribery, which was thought to be impossible. 

So he is having himself a bit of a crisis. Because he doesn’t want to stop dating Tony. Tony’s his whole entire world, and he can’t imagine life without him. But on the other hand, Pepper could also be his whole entire world, and he can’t imagine life without her. 

He brings this up to Tony over a lunch at the dining hall. 

“You too?” Tony asks. “Thank god, I didn’t want to break up at MacGyver’s Dive.” 

“You were planning it to be there? I like there!” 

“I know. But I hate it there, so I was planning on being petty as fuck.” 

- 

So it goes. They both come to the mutual decision to ask Pepper out on a date. This is all sorts of nerve-wracking because they want to treat Pepper nicely but she has seen both of them at their absolutely worst fashion choices. 

She’s seen Rhodey wear neon green, which is essentially a war crime in the making. 

You can imagine the sort of stress they are under. 

- 

But it starts with asking her to an evening coffee at a little cafe not too far from campus. 

“What’s the occasion?” Pepper asks. 

“What, can’t treat one of our favorite people on earth to the best coffee on earth?” 

Pepper blushes rather prettily as she sits. Rhodey gets their coffee, and Tony entertains Pepper with a new story about the weird guy on his dorm floor that keeps decorating random doors with different animation characters as part of a school project. 

They all sit comfortably, talking about life and school and the stupid people in Pepper’s communication classes. 

There’s an ease of silence that overtakes them. It’s forty minutes to closing. They need to say what they need to say. 

“So, um,” Tony says. 

Pepper breathes. 

“I like you both,” she says. “And I really wanna see if you guys wanna date.” 

“This makes this so much easier,” Rhodey says. “Tony and I like you, we were gonna ask if you would go to the movie night at the student center on Friday.” 

Pepper grins. 

“Of course I’d like to. Grab dinner before?” 

“Unless you want me to bring soup to the movies? Of course,” Tony says, smiling. 

They go out of the coffee shop with hearts a little lighter, eyes a little brighter. 

#NICE #lovelyirony writes #tony stark #pepper potts #rhodey #ironthree #that's what i'm calling it #we could also do peppertonyrhodey #also of COURSE tony doesn't wanna talk about it what is he emotionally stable? get out of town

[idwithoutthesuperego]

6 + 1

SUMMARY: This were the 6 times you really wished you had kissed Harry’s lips. And time the one time he kissed you. A Harry Styles x male reader fic because there aren’t enough of these around.

 Tags: Harry Syles x male reader; angst; fluff

 I said i’d fucking do it. Might make a malls series out of it, not sure yet.

~~~~~~~~

The first Time you really wished you could kiss The Harry Styles was, well, after he became your crush. Teen years and all, who could resist the pop sensation of 1D? Not you, that’s for sure. All it took was watching a goddamn talent show on TV to develop a crush on a curly haired boy with a dimpled smile who you would never know.

But you could dream, literally. After your diehard crush left the show and became part of band, you dreamt of it. And you had an embarrassing dream where you kissed the boy. You blame the YouTube videos really.

Nonetheless, it was an impossible crush, idealized at best. That’s what you told yourself.

~~~~~~~~

A year later, you were dragged to yet another social event that you really wasn’t a fan of. It was on a very fancy estate that belonged to a media CEO your father was friends with. The kind of event where you had to go to have lunch, listen to some live musicians, pretend to like everybody, kiss some ass, be up to date on everything from politics to the personal lives of the present. It was just a tiring afternoon altogether.

What you didn’t predict on your tiring plans was that your father’s friend, was also a friend of the agent of a particular band that the crush you still hadn’t gotten over was on. Luckily, you dressed to impress on these occasions. Maybe fate was on your side and you had a shot?

Arriving at the lunch party, you and your parents were immediately lead to the host, and you lost a good hour saying your greeting to many of the present. Since most of the people were a little older than you’d like, the conversations tended to drag on. Only when you heard one the guests comment on one of the performing band’s name your head did a whiplash.

After a while you found them, they were there with their agent who was introducing them to many influential people. Even if the boys weren’t very comfortable. And Harry was there too of course. You wanted to go and introduce yourself, but that would be way too awkward. So you decided to just keep some distance and wait for the universe to save you from yourself.

And yet again it happened.

You were on phone, pinning over the boy a few feet away to your friend, when you heard the voice you only knew from music and TV beside you. Lifting your head, you saw that Harry looked like a deer in headlights when a man you recognized was inquiring him about many subjects you were pretty sure were internal secrets from SyCo. You doubted he knew any, and couldn’t believe someone would do it so blatantly in public.

So you stepped in, right between Harry and the old man.

“Hey, Mister Stone, long time since we last saw! I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I have to steal Harry here, we have some urgent business we need to discuss right away.” You said, giving Harry a wink and a chance to leave.

“Yeah, that’s right! I had forgotten it, we need to leave right now.” Harry said with that deep voice of his.

“Oh, hello (Y/n), but of course, if he had already made plans with you, I’ll take my leave.” The man left without question.

You guided Harry to a more secluded place you knew, where there was a bench near a small lake, having been there way too many weekends for this kind of parties.

“Thanks for that.” He started. “I really didn’t know how to run away from him.”

“No problem, these people are crazy sometimes. Just don’t let them smell the fear in you and all should be fine.” You responded with a smile.

He returned it, and damn seeing it up close his smile was even better. “You could have come sooner you know?”

“Complaining to the people who save you mister Styles? Not very British or polite of you to treat your hero this way is it?” you teased with a smirk.

“No, that’s not it!” He quickly responded, waving his hands. “I saw you earlier, when I was with the boys, it’s just that… you could have said hi before.”

“Oh… you saw that… Well, that’s embarrassing.” You averted your gaze, making him chuckle.

“And are you gonna properly introduce yourself? You know my name, so I should know yours.” He offered giving you a sympathetic look, which only made you blush a little.

“(Y/n) (L/n), nice to formerly meet you.” You said, extending your hand.

“Harry Styles, but you already knew that.” He said with a smile.

When you shook his hand, you swore he held it for way too long, and when you were going to let go of it, he kept holding your hand. Boy, you were definitely blushing and in heaven. But these things never last, and his vibrating phone ruined it.

“Sorry, I have to go; we are going to play in a few. Are you going to watch?”

“Sure, I might know a few songs.” You probably knew them all.

“Here.” Harry handed you his phone. “Give me your number so we can meet later. Never know when I might need rescuing.” He gave you a wink.

And that was the second time you really wished you could kiss Harry Styles.

You watched the show. But you never got to meet him after it, their agent ushering the boys out because of some appointment they had later on.

~~~~~~~~

That night you a text message that read:

Hey, it’s harry, bummer we couldn’t talk after the show… but we can text Going to put your name as (y/n) my hero x

- H

That was the third time you really wished you could kiss Harry Styles.

~~~~~~~~

Over the next two years, you and Harry had only grown closer, but unfortunately, not physically, as you wished. You still had a massive crush on him. And you both talked nearly every day. But through texts, voice messages and video chats. One Direction was always on never-ending world tours and interviews and whatnots.

And you, well, you had been forced to join the family business, had your university classes, and a very demanding schedule that you didn’t really like. The both of you had met here and there, but only for a day or two every year, when both of your schedules permitted.

It would soon be your 20th birthday and you what you really wanted was to have a day off, go to a gay club, and maybe have the guy you liked with you. But you knew that was impossible. Just imagining the headlines on the papers could already give you headaches. If your father even let the papers run to tell the truth, he would probably wrap it up and just kick you to the street, saying you died in some accident. Or worse, they only were the accepting kind in public.

Harry knew, not that you had feelings for him, but that you weren’t straight, he had already admit not being exactly straight himself, but the impact of admitting it to the public, well, management had already said it was a big no.

When the date came, you sneaked off from the big party that your parent threw you to answer a call from Harry. He was all sweaty and tired, probably had just ended a show and really needed some rest if your math was right, but he called to wish you happy birthday, to tell you everything would be alright and it would get better.

That was the fourth time you really wish you could kiss Harry Styles.

~~~~~~~~

Later that year, One Direction announced a hiatus. And you thought that maybe it was finally it, your chance. You could tell harry how you felt now that he was going to build his own career. You were even prepared to face the consequences with your family.

He told you himself how he would be able to be his own person, do stuff he liked, make his own choices, how happy he was. And you were so happy for him. But along with the news, came the news that he was starting to see a girl, a model or whatever.

That night you cried yourself to sleep. And hated yourself for spending three years liking a guy that you talked to everyday, who became such a big part of your life, one your best friends, and not admitting it. And you hated harry, because you pretty sure he knew how you felt, even if you hadn’t admitted it. But all that you really wanted before you finally got to sleep in the midst of your tears, was him to make it better.

And that was the fifth time you really wish you could kiss Harry Styles.

~~~~~~~~

After that you both slowly fell out of contact. You started making excuses about classes that you weren’t really taking, exams that you had already taken, you even began working more on the family’s company, making a name for yourself and earning quite some money.

Harry went on to become a solo artist, released his first album. Went from your crush, to your best friend, to the guy you probably even loved, to a friend, to a guy you used to talk.

When his second album was released, he only sent you a ticket and backstage pass with the message:

I hope you haven’t changed your number and this is still (y/n) my hero

Can we talk?

- H

You never replied to it, but took a plane and went to the show anyway.

During the show you became certain, time had not fully mended your broken heart. You still felt an ache looking at him, listening to his voice, seeing his smile. But neither of you had said a word to each other in three years, since you congratulated him on his first album, so you owed it to Harry to at least listen to what he had to say. It was not as if he knew why you had stopped talking to him.

After the show you went to meet him backstage, a member of the staff leading you to Harry’s room. Absorbed in your own thoughts, you didn’t even knock, just let yourself in, only realizing what you did after you slammed the door shut.

He was the first to speak, startled by your bursting in. “Hey (y/n)… You are here.” He got up from his chair, taking a step into your direction.

“Hi Harry.” You gave him a half smile.

“You look nice… I didn’t know if you were really coming. You never answered my text.”

“Yeah, about that, must have forgotten it… But you look nice too. The new hair looks good.” You gave a genuine smile, your hand rising to feel it, but you stopped yourself.

“That’s a lie.” He said calmly.

“What do you mean?”

“The text, you didn’t forget it (y/n). I still know you, I know when you are lying to me, I always knew.” He said looking deep into your eyes, voice firm.

“Is that what you wanted to talk about Harry? You called me here to call me a liar?” You defended.

“No. I asked you here because I missed you, and there is something I needed to know!” He sighed, tiredness showing in his voice. “I have been wanting to ask you something for the longest time, it just keeps me awake at night, so I need to know.”

“You could have called.” You spat, crossing your arms. You weren’t really sure if you had said that to him or to yourself.

“Would you have answered?”

“I… don’t know…” And that was the truth. “I missed you too you know? Like, every day…” you laughed bitterly. “You were my best friend, and not talking to you was so fucking hard... What do you want know Harry? Ask away, apparently I can’t lie.” You looked at him for answers, what could he want after all this time? It had been over four years since you two fell out, you were pretty sure there was nothing more left of your friendship to savage. You wish there wasn’t, at least it wouldn’t hurt looking at him.

“(Y/n), look me in the eyes and tell me truth, did you like me? Did you ever like me? Not like as your best friend, but really like me?”

And “well fuck” was all that you could answer. It was such a clear and quick response to an unexpected question, that no further answer was needed. And that made Harry smile till his dimples showed.

“Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?” He took another step closer to you.

“Really Harry? For someone who can tell when I’m lying you are pretty daft. Since when? Since fucking always.” You started pacing the room. “Since we first met. I had a crush on you before, but when we became friends and I got to know you, I started to have real feelings for you.” You were angry and it all just started spilling out. “And it only got worse, but you couldn’t date a guy because of one direction’s management. And when you became solo I was gonna tell you, I was gonna fucking confess my heart out! But you said you were dating a girl you never mentioned before.” Tears started to appear at the corner of your eyes. “So that’s why!”

“Oh…” He stared dumb folded at you.

“Oh?! Is that all you have to say Harry? I expected at least a verbal rejection.” You half yelled, balling your hands into fists.

Harry got in front you, grabbing your hands and stopping your pacing. “Do you still like me?”

“I just really want to punch you right now. If that’s why you are asking and holding my hands?”

“No you don’t. I know you’d never punch me.” He said with that smirk that you hated yourself for finding so cute right now. “I’m asking because I also liked you. I still do, never really stopped you know?” He said intertwining your fingers. “Since you saved me from that creepy old man. Why do you think I saved you name as ‘my hero’ on phone? I had the biggest crush ever on you. But I didn’t know if you liked me. Even after you said you were gay, I kept thinking that I had no chance, because we could never see each other. So I just… I settled with having casual relationships…” He shrugged.

Your tears were now flowing, so Harry caught them with his thumb before continuing. “When we stopped talking, I assumed you had found someone. But I couldn’t get over you… That’s why I called you here.” You could see tears starting to appear on his eyes as well.

“I couldn’t get over you and that stupid smile of yours either, you know? Or over those eyes” You said laugh bubbling from your chest.

“I’m so fucking happy to hear that.”

And looking at him smile at you after all that was said right there between the two of you, that was the sixth time you really wish you could kiss Harry Styles.

But this time, when Harry saw you looking at his lips, his hands left yours and cradled your face, his eyes slowly closed and you could feel his breath nearing yours. This time, it was Harry who kissed you.

The meeting of your lips was everything you wished for and so much more. It was both soft and delicate like you always wished, but also a little rough with desire. You could literally feel the knots in your stomach, your hands going to Harry’s waist. Both of your lips soon opened way for your tongues, looking to explore each other’s mouths, it was a fight for dominance, a longing to recover the lost time. Both your and his hands began mapping your bodies while you breathed the same air. It was like dancing to a silent song you always knew but never heard. It was perfect.

When you parted, both breathless and cheeks tinted pink, looking into Harry’s green eyes and stupid dimple smile, you knew. He felt the same as you. And for now, that was all that mattered.

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[unloved-cadillac]

Leather Jackets and Glasses

Y/n L/n, the leader of the notorious gang called The Scouts. Placed in Rose high, Y/n is in her senior year but things take a turn when she starts getting interested in a certain boy named, Levi Ackerman. Follow the journey of heartbreak, betrayal and love between two people who were destined to be together.   

CHAPTER ONE:

There’s always someone out there made for everyone. This is something i highly believe in. Every person has their person. A boy could have had this childhood friend, who later in life turned out to be more than that. The girl who kissed her best friend because she had never had her first kiss and wanted to get it over with, only for her best friend to pull her closer and kiss her harder. Everyone had that someone. it was only a matter of time before we all found them. But sometimes, its not always that easy. Things happen that are out of your control. You won’t speak to them for long periods of time, bad fights, leaving. And this almost always happens before you get together. That’s the bad part. But that’s the wake up call to tell you that “hey. I care for this person more than myself. I need them. I can’t loose them”.

I loved the idea of love. But I never spoke on it. It made me seem weak and soft and, that’s something i did not want a GANG to know. But i have had my fair share of boyfriends, no love just a quick fuck here and there but there was one boy who captured my heart without even trying. He did so effortlessly you would think he was the biggest player out there. But no. That was just who Levi Ackerman was. 

It all began in my senior year of high school. The year had just started and i had nothing to be afraid of. My gang, The Scouts, were the notorious gang of Rose. I was their leader, mostly because my father was the main leader of The Scouts. He was The Godfather. I’d like to say that I did fairly well in school, but not A plus material, I just wanted to graduate and get outta there. This year was mostly about forming new relationships, clearing the air to certain people, and just making amends. But some people also wanted to confess to their someone. I dont want to brag or anything, but i had a lot of people wanting to be with me. Boys would try their luck and i only gave a few chances to a few people, and well, it never turned out good, mostly because my dad found something wrong with them, wanted them to join the gang or they were too scared to take things further. 

I loved the gang. They were my family. And plus I could get anything I wanted. I was a princess. In my senior I made a promise to myself that I would not date. Anyone. No matter who much they begged. Because when I hit 17, my life in the gang became a whole lot dangerous. Shootouts would occur at my house, I would get kidnapped and sometimes they would use my friends to threaten me. It was horrible to say the least. And I could ony imagine what they would do if i had a special someone. God. I would not want my someone to have this life. As great as it is material wise, shit gets serious in a split second. My dad had warned me about it. He said that the only way i would get involved with someone is if he had picked them. And naturally i told him, i just wouldnt get a boyfriend, much to his displeasure. 

Of course, my school had heard about the little, mishaps my gang had endured and that resulted in me having this huge reputation in school. I was labelled as: dangerous. I’m not gonna lie to you and say that I didnt get into fights, or break some bitches nose because they offended me. I was still a gangster, fighting is in my blood. I got suspended. A lot. And apparently, that attracted Levi. 

I had seen him around town and school. He would always be in the cafe around the corner of Trost. I knew that because my brother owned that cafe. Marco had nothing to do with the gang. He wasn’t my father’s child so my dad wasn’t so concerned about him. He was from my mothers first marriage, but that never stopped us from being brother and sister. My mother left me after three years and went back to Marco’ father.

Levi was one of the smartest people at school. Always getting awards but he never seemed to go for the functions. He had kept to himself most of the time. He had his close friends. To name them there was Farlan(his brother), Isabel(Farlan’s girlfriend),Hange(the crazy science geek) and Erwin, the jock.

The first time I actually had spoken to Levi was in Physics. I was running late because I was caught up in beating someone up at the back of the school for reasons I shall not say. I ran into the classroom, out of breathe. Everyone looked at me. Some snickered but when I shot them a quick glare, they shut up.

-Ah Ms L/n. How nice of you to join us.

My professor told me, voice laced with sarcasm.

-uh..sorry. I was busy..lost track of time.

I explained. I winced all of a sudden when I looked at my knuckles. Bleeding. Of course. But I kept that hand behind my back.

-hm. Get to a seat.

He said a bit irritated. I walked away to find one and the only one that was available was the last one by the window. I sat down and realized that..I didn’t bring my books. I cursed myself then I turned to my left and saw a boy sitting there taking notes. He seemed really into his work though, but shit, I needed something to write on.

-hey.

I say to capture his attention. He stops writing and slowly looks towards me. He seems really...shy?

-can I borrow a page? And pencil?

I ask him. He widens his eyes and quickly tears a page from his book and digs in his pencil case for a pencil. He finds one and hands me the objects.

-thanks,man.

He simply nods, a faint blush forming on his cheeks but I couldn’t really see it because he put his head down and his long ass bangs hid most of his face. I take a second to observe him. A simple t-shirt, black jeans with converse and cute pair of glasses. His hair was sort of, jet black. I smirk. I knew him. He was one of those top students.

-alright. I’m gonna pass out your tests.

My professor suddenly says. “Fuck”, I mentally curse. I hated physics. I never got the gist of it. I only knew those Newton’s Laws. But I knew that wasn’t enough. He walks around passing papers and comes to me. He looks at my paper, fucking ‘scoffs’, and hands me my paper. A 57. That’s what I got. I didn’t think it was that bad, but this teacher is makingit seem as if the world had just caught on fire and its pissing me off. Looks like someone’s car is getting wrecked today.

-Levi, well done. Keep it up.

I hear him say to the boy. Ah. Levi. That was his name. I reach over and see his mark. 97. Goddamn. He was smart smart.

-a 97? Holy fuck. I could never.

I tell him. He looks at me, kinda stunned. I must admit, if he took off those glasses, it would be one of those scenes in those shitty teen movies where the nerd removes their glasses to reveal they look like a model. But he still looks cute. I looked at him tilting my head to the side.

-what?

I ask him. He shakes his head and looks back down. What a strange one. Suddenly I flinch and look at my bruised knuckles. Fuck they were bleeding. I pat down my pockets on my jeans and check my inside pocket of my leather jacket. How marvelous. I didn’t bring a handkerchief. So I just hold the bruise down to stop the bleeding. Maybe I can make it 45 minutes. All of a sudden I see a handkerchief next to my arm. I look at it, confused, but I take it anyway. I look at Levi. He has a smile, tiny smile. Yeah, he gave me it.

-Thank you.

I tell him. I saw him visibly tense but he looks at me and smiles. I felt...warm. What was this feeling? It’s weird. I have never experienced this before. I don’t know if I want to throw this feeling away or like it. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone. I may be an asshole, but I would NEVER want anyone to join a gang. Especially my person.

Throughout the day I kept my eye on Levi. I don’t know why I did, but it was just something I found myself doing. The gang and I were chilling on the stands by the football field.

-Ugh! I just want school to finish already! I can’t take it anymore.

Eren says. He was fairly new to the gang, after I found him beating up a kid in an alleyway I recruited him. He’s super hyper and gets worked up easily so he was a good asset to us.

-and I can’t take you complaining anymore.

Jean shoots back. Jean and Eren almost never got along. But I kept them in line.

-both of you shut up.

My right hand woman says. Mikasa. She matched me in strength, but she never dared put me off. We all knew that Jean had a crush on Mikasa, but he never had the balls to say anything. I ignored them and kept my eyes on the boy on the first stand. He was with Hange and Isabel, I take it he was watching Erwin and Farlan train.

-what do you say, Y/n?

Eren asks me. I look at him after a while.

-say what?

I ask.

-you seem to be staring an awful lot lately. Who caught our oh so powerful leader’s eyes?

Eren hops down to where I’m sitting.

-shut up.

I tell him and look back at the field. Eren follows my eyes.

-oh is it Erwin? I’m not gonna lie, he is hot.

-Gay much, Eren?

Jean says as he sits next to me.

-fuck off, horse face.

I don’t care for their conversation and sneak glances at Levi. He seems to be quiet most of the time, since Isabel and Hange talk his ears off. I feel my pocket and I feel the handkerchief. I’m not giving it back. It’s mine now. I seem to be daydreaming again because Jean keeps talking to me.

-what do you want?

I ask him harshly.

-I just want to know if you’re going to homecoming next month.

I scoff and turn my face back to the field.

-of course I am. There’s a lot of things I want to ruin on that night. Oh and by the way guys, home time I want to key my physics teacher’s car. He’s been acting like a bitch and I want to teach him a lesson.

Jean and Eren scream,” HELL YEAH!”, and that caused some people to look at us. That good for that because I caught Levi’s attention. He turns and looks at me. I smile and wink at him. He widens his eyes and turns around. I love fucking around with him.

Hometime rolls in and we go out to the car park and look for my teacher’s car. Luckily, the son of a bitch didn’t park where the cameras were so I pull out my key and so did the others and run it down the bonnet of the car. I run it through the driver’s door moving it to the back. Mikasa took the boot and the boys took the roof and passenger side. After our masterpiece we heard:

-HEY YOU BRATS! STOP THAT.

My physics teacher yells. We look and laugh and made a run for it. We ran to our bikes and took off. Laughing. We drove past the gate and everyone was cheering for us as well. I saw Levi. I once again winked at him and rode away. “Maybe I should mess around with him. What could go wrong?”

Little did I know, a whole lot would go wrong.

Chapter Two

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[hartigays]

3. “It’s always been you.”

3. “It’s always been you.”

billy storms out of the apartment, seething and fighting back tears. because billy hargrove does not cry. ever. he didn’t back when he lived with neil, he didn’t after his mom left, he didn’t when he got arrested for possession and almost lost his scholarship to UCLA.

he’s not about to start now.

not because steve pretty boy harrington has to go around acting like a grade-A asshole, with his soft hair and big eyes and pouty lips, screwing everything with a goddamn pulse. no sir. billy won’t give him that luxury.

the reality is, steve has always had a thing for plowing his way through as many people as humanly possible. or so billy heard all those years ago when he’d first arrived in hawkins and started inquiring about the pretty-faced indiana boy who billy just couldn’t seem to stay away from.

but billy thought all of that was behind them. they live together, for fuck’s sake. they’d moved out to california together so billy could go to school, and so steve could take a position at one of the offices of his father’s company in LA. steve hasn’t been seeing anyone, billy hasn’t been seeing anyone. they’ve been happy. content.

and okay, so maybe they aren’t dating. maybe billy hasn’t exactly told steve how he feels. but, like, steve should know. billy has gone out of his way to make it glaringly obvious. steve may be oblivious, but he’s not dumb. not like everyone thinks.

billy is pretty damn sure there’s no way steve isn’t aware of how he feels.

the worst part is, billy thought steve actually felt the same. at least, he had up until today, when he walked in on steve sitting on the couch with some girl, laughing and smiling and whatever the fuck else. he’d walked out before he could see anything more, despite steve’s desperate pleas for him to come back so they could talk.

there’s nothing to talk about. billy thought steve liked him, steve doesn’t. it’s done. he just needs some time to... process it, or whatever. billy finds himself on the beach soon enough, and he slips off his shoes so he can stick his toes in the sand, plopping down with a sigh.

it’s a private beach tucked a ways away from the pier, but billy knows the owners of this plot. they don’t stay at their beach house until the winter, when they want to escape to somewhere a little warmer during the colder months. he’s pretty sure the rest of their time is spent in aspen. so for now he’s safe to sit here and think, staring out at the water as the sun sinks below the horizon.

billy has brought steve here a lot. they’ve picnicked here several times, and billy even brought steve out a once or twice to teach him how to surf before they knew that steve was irreparably bad at it. the thought makes billy’s heart squeeze, and he has to pinch himself as a reminder to not be such a pussy.

because it’s whatever that steve is into some air-headed cheerleader type with a tiny waist and hair like strands of gold. it doesn’t bother billy one bit. not at all. he Does Not Care in the slightest.

maybe if he keeps telling himself that, it’ll somehow become true.

“thought i might find you out here.”

billy doesn’t turn around at the sound of steve’s voice, keeping his eyes forward even though his stomach sinks. “congratulations, you’ve finally managed to develop critical thinking skills. let’s bust out the champagne.”

“i can go if you want me to,” steve says softly, even though billy feels him sink down onto the sand next to him, close enough that their arms brush.

billy just snorts, shrugging. “i don’t give a shit what you do, harrington.”

steve just sighs, and for a long time he doesn’t speak. out of the corner of his eye, billy can see him staring out at the sunset, looking rather forelorn. billy wishes he could turn that look into something soft, something happy, but steve has made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t have that right.

“you know, i remember the first time you took me here,” steve says finally, and billy can’t help but glance over at him. steve’s smile is warm and soft, but tinged with something like sadness. “you tried to teach me how to surf. the first time, i mean. i slipped off the board and busted my ass so hard on it you had to carry me home.”

“you suck at surfing,” billy acknowledges, nodding. “badly.”

steve huffs a soft laugh. “yeah, i do. i just remember thinking that it was still one of the best days i’ve ever had. because that was the day i knew you loved me as much as i love you.”

billy goes completely still, his heart leaping up into his throat and his eyes watering, because what the fuck? where does steve get off making an admission like that just to make billy be less upset with him?

“don’t do that,” billy says, his voice rough. “you don’t get to do that. don’t pretend like you feel the same just because you don’t want me to be pissed at you.”

“billy,” steve starts, sounding distressed. he pauses, meeting billy’s eyes and fuck, they’re filled with tears too and billy doesn’t know how he feels about that. “it’s you. it’s always been you.”

the words break something inside of billy, and he crumples. he can’t pretend to be mad anymore when the truth is that he’s devastated. plain and simple.

“you sure have a funny way of showing it,” billy tells him, sniffling and wiping his nose on the back of his hand. “i saw you two. you were two seconds from playing couch twister. would’ve been if i hadn’t walked in when i did.”

“leanne is gay, billy,” steve groans, burying his face in his hands. “she works with me and she’s gay. has a nice girlfriend named annalise. they have a fucking kid. we were just- jesus, i can’t believe i even have to explain this. to you of all people. i’m the dumb one, remember? fuck. we were just going over some fucking spreadsheets. yeah, riveting stuff. super romantic.”

“i didn’t- are you fucking with me?” billy asks, because he’s starting to feel really fucking stupid and a small part of him is hoping he didn’t just throw a (rather humiliating) tantrum over nothing. “you guys were giggling. and sitting so close, i just... i thought you were making a move.”

“god, you can be more dense than me sometimes, you know that? we were giggling about you, dumbass. i told her that i liked you and she wanted to know more,” steve explains, shaking his head in disbelief. “it was just- i dunno. like two friends at a sleepover giggling about their crushes.”

“would you quit calling yourself an idiot?” billy huffs. primarily because he can’t think of anything else to say - his mind is racing too much. but also because it’s true. “this kinda proves that if anyone’s an idiot here, it’s me. i just- i don’t understand why you never said anything.”

steve is shoving his hands through the sand repeatedly, watching the sand run between his fingers. “you know i’m bi, i told you as much. i figured you were like me, or gay, or- i dunno. i just thought you weren’t ready to talk about it yet. i left the ball in your court, thinking that once you were ready, we’d, y’know. address the fucking elephant in the room.”

“the elephant being... ?” billy trails off. and he knows, but he really just wants to hear steve say it again.

steve rolls his eyes, laughing. “you know what i mean. but fine: the elephant being that i’m in love with you. and that i’m really, really hoping you love me, too.”

“i do,” billy says, his voice soft. “and i’m an idiot. i’m sorry.”

“you’re not an idiot. i probably would’ve thought the same thing if the roles were reversed and i walked in on something like that.” steve glances over at billy, giving him a tender smile. “just... next time, let’s talk to each other, yeah? i think that’ll save both of us a lot of grief.”

billy just hums, nodding his approval. they sit in comfortable silence for a little while, both still too nervous to make a move despite having just confessed their love to each other. at this point billy just finds it endearing, but he really, really wants to be closer to steve, and not just emotionally.

“i am gay, you know,” billy starts, his palms sweating, “and i really want to kiss you.”

“i know. and i think i’d like that.”

steve’s lips are soft and yielding beneath billy’s. his kisses feel exactly the way billy imagined they would - tender and sweet and a little shy, but curious. billy tries to keep it slow, not wanting to shove them into uncharted territory, but it’s only a matter of time before billy has steve’s back hitting the sand, hovering over him, their lips never breaking apart.

steve just sighs into the kiss, embracing the new position without complaint. he relaxes into the sand, one hand threading through billy’s curls, the other curling into the tufts of hair at the base of billy’s neck. it’s a kiss that billy never wants to end. but he knows there’ll be more. so much more.

“i’d say at least now we can get a cheaper apartment, but i think we’ll both still need our space every now and then,” steve says when billy pulls away, staring up a him with big eyes.

“yeah. plus it’s... ” billy trails off, his cheeks flushing bright red.

“it’s what?” steve asks, his brows coming together in confusion. “seriously, what were you going to say?”

“it’s home,” billy says gently, bracing both arms on either side of steve so he can swoop down to capture his lips again whenever he wants to. “home is wherever i’m with you, but- y’know. i like our place. it feels like us.”

“you’re such a fucking sap, oh my god,” steve laughs, but he’s smiling so brightly that billy thinks the whole beach could stay lit up for the rest of the night. “billy hargrove, secretly soft and mushy inside. who would’ve thought.”

“wasn’t, ‘til i met you,” billy tells him honestly.

and it’s true, for a long time billy hardened himself to the world, protecting himself with an armor of indifference until steve came along and melted him to his core. but billy isn’t one to complain, not when it means he gets to go to sleep and wake up to steve’s smile every day now, for the rest of his life. forever, maybe, if steve is up for that.

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#is this a modern au? does this take place in the 80s? the world may never know #hope this is enjoyable bby! #❤️❤️❤️ #harringrove #my fics #ask #gideongrace

[isis-astarte-diana]

Vault Night

Summary:  “Despite‌ ‌the‌ ‌Doctor’s‌ ‌lecture‌ ‌on‌ ‌not‌ ‌having‌ ‌casual‌ ‌drinks‌ ‌with‌ ‌mass‌ ‌murderers, ‌nights‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌vault‌ ‌swiftly‌ ‌became‌ ‌routine.‌” Or, the one where drunken game nights in Missy’s vault take a turn for the gay. [Request] [One Shot] [SFW]

Warnings: Alcohol, tiny bit of moderate strong language, allusions to Missy’s violent past but nothing too upsetting.

Word Count: 2897

NB: Hope this is okay for you, anon!

When‌ ‌you‌ ‌turned‌ ‌up‌ ‌at‌ ‌Missy’s‌ ‌vault,‌ ‌quivering‌ ‌with‌ ‌rage‌ ‌and‌ ‌clutching‌ ‌a‌ ‌bottle‌ ‌of‌ ‌cheap‌ ‌gin‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌lifeline,‌ ‌you‌ ‌half‌ ‌expected‌ ‌her‌ ‌to‌ ‌turn‌ ‌you‌ ‌away.‌ ‌Your‌ ‌hair‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌mess,‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌red‌ ‌with‌ ‌angry‌ ‌tears,‌ ‌clothes‌ ‌scuffed‌ ‌and‌ ‌torn‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌latest‌ ‌disaster‌ ‌the‌ ‌Doctor‌ ‌had‌ ‌engineered‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌infuriating‌ ‌obstinance.‌ ‌You‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌bear‌ ‌the‌ ‌sight‌ ‌of‌ ‌him‌ ‌right‌ ‌now.‌ ‌You‌ ‌just‌ ‌needed‌ ‌a‌ ‌‌drink‌.‌ ‌ ‌

Telling‌ ‌your‌ ‌human‌ ‌friends‌ ‌-‌ ‌the‌ ‌ones‌ ‌that‌ ‌you’d‌ ‌managed‌ ‌to‌ ‌keep‌ ‌while‌ ‌being‌ ‌unreachable‌ ‌for‌ ‌days‌ ‌at‌ ‌a‌ ‌stretch‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Time‌ ‌Vortex,‌ ‌disappearing‌ ‌at‌ ‌a‌ ‌moment’s‌ ‌notice‌ ‌any‌ ‌time‌ ‌he‌ ‌popped‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌around‌ ‌the‌ ‌door‌ ‌and‌ ‌proclaimed‌ ‌enigmatically‌ ‌to‌ ‌“need‌ ‌you,‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌thing”‌ ‌-‌ ‌that‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌upset‌ ‌because‌ ‌your‌ ‌unspeakably‌ ‌ancient‌ ‌alien‌ ‌friend‌ ‌had‌ ‌almost‌ ‌gotten‌ ‌you‌ ‌eaten‌ ‌by‌ ‌space‌ ‌lizards‌ ‌and‌ ‌then‌ ‌refused‌ ‌to‌ ‌apologise‌ ‌for‌ ‌it‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌exactly‌ ‌an‌ ‌option.‌ ‌There‌ ‌was‌ ‌only‌ ‌one‌ ‌person‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌universe‌ ‌you‌ ‌knew‌ ‌you‌ ‌could‌ ‌complain‌ ‌about‌ ‌him‌ ‌to,‌ ‌and‌ ‌she‌ ‌happened‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌downstairs‌ ‌and‌ ‌guaranteed‌ ‌not‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌busy.‌ ‌Besides‌ ‌which,‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌certain‌ ‌it‌ ‌would‌ ‌piss‌ ‌him‌ ‌off‌ ‌if‌ ‌you‌ ‌went‌ ‌to‌ ‌see‌ ‌her.‌ ‌ ‌

They‌ ‌were‌ ‌definitely‌ ‌the‌ ‌only‌ ‌reasons.‌ ‌ ‌

Your‌ ‌presence‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌vault‌ ‌had‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌way‌ ‌her‌ ‌tousled‌ ‌hair‌ ‌caught‌ ‌the‌ ‌light‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌sunset‌ ‌filtering‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌window,‌ ‌igniting‌ ‌in‌ ‌orange�� ‌and‌ ‌purple‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌bonfire.‌ ‌That‌ ‌was‌ ‌entirely‌ ‌circumstantial.‌ ‌If‌ ‌your‌ ‌fingers‌ ‌tightened‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌neck‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌bottle‌ ‌when‌ ‌she‌ ‌raised‌ ‌an‌ ‌expectant‌ ‌eyebrow,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌only‌ ‌because‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌still‌ ‌so‌ ‌furious,‌ ‌and‌ ‌possibly‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌bit‌ ‌frightened‌ ‌at‌ ‌locking‌ ‌yourself‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌room‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌murderer.‌ ‌Only‌ ‌natural.‌ ‌ ‌

“Come‌ ‌into‌ ‌my‌ ‌parlour,‌ ‌said‌ ‌the‌ ‌spider‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌fly.”‌ ‌She‌ ‌gestured‌ ‌towards‌ ‌the‌ ‌tufted‌ ‌chairs‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌window.‌ ‌“Here‌ ‌to‌ ‌complain‌ ‌about‌ ‌the‌ ‌eyebrows?‌ ‌He‌ ‌‌was‌ ‌‌rude.”‌ ‌ ‌

“You‌ ‌saw?”‌ ‌Your‌ ‌jaw‌ ‌tightened‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌thought‌ ‌that‌ ‌she’d‌ ‌witnessed‌ ‌your‌ ‌humiliation.‌ ‌“You‌ ‌saw‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌did?”‌ ‌ 

‌“He‌ ‌lets‌ ‌me‌ ‌watch,‌ ‌thinks‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌educational‌ ‌television.”‌ ‌She‌ ‌stood‌ ‌up‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌piano‌ ‌bench‌ ‌and‌ ‌strolled‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌edge‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌platform,‌ ‌leaning‌ ‌against‌ ‌a‌ ‌pillar.‌ ‌“I’m‌ ‌more‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌sex‌ ‌and‌ ‌violence‌ ‌of‌ ‌it.‌ ‌Precious‌ ‌little‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌former‌ ‌today,‌ ‌but‌ ‌I‌ ‌still‌ ‌enjoyed‌ ‌the‌ ‌show.”‌ ‌ ‌

“I‌ ‌almost‌ ‌‌died‌.”‌ ‌ ‌

“Yes,‌ ‌well,‌ ‌that‌ ‌happens.”‌ ‌She‌ ‌flounced‌ ‌down‌ ‌the‌ ‌steps,‌ ‌twirling‌ ‌as‌ ‌she‌ ‌went,‌ ‌and‌ ‌settled‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌chair.‌ ‌“Come‌ ‌on,‌ ‌then.‌ ‌Gin‌ ‌and‌ ‌girl‌ ‌talk,‌ ‌is‌ ‌it,‌ ‌dearest?‌ ‌Tell‌ ‌me‌ ‌how‌ ‌the‌ ‌‌nasty‌ ‌‌Doctor‌ ‌hurt‌ ‌your‌ ‌feelings.”‌ ‌ ‌

This‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌terrible‌ ‌idea.‌ ‌“Forget‌ ‌it.”‌ ‌You‌ ‌tried‌ ‌to‌ ‌sound‌ ‌sharp‌ ‌but‌ ‌humiliating‌ ‌tears‌ ‌of‌ ‌frustration‌ ‌were‌ ‌welling‌ ‌in‌ ‌your‌ ‌eyes,‌ ‌weakening‌ ‌your‌ ‌voice.‌ ‌“If‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌just‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌take‌ ‌the‌ ‌piss‌ ‌I’ll‌ ‌go‌ ‌home.”‌ ‌You‌ ‌turned‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌heels,‌ ‌rubbing‌ ‌at‌ ‌your‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌futile‌ ‌attempt‌ ‌to‌ ‌keep‌ ‌from‌ ‌crying.‌ ‌ ‌

‌She‌ ‌sighed‌ ‌heavily.‌ ‌“Don’t‌ ‌be‌ ‌so‌ ‌‌boring‌.‌ ‌Here‌ ‌I‌ ‌am,‌ ‌all‌ ‌banged‌ ‌up‌ ‌with‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌to‌ ‌do,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌only‌ ‌thing‌ ‌you‌ ‌want‌ ‌to‌ ‌talk‌ ‌about‌ ‌is‌ ‌how‌ ‌a‌ ‌stupid‌ ‌old‌ ‌man‌ ‌upset‌ ‌you?‌ ‌He‌ ‌does‌ ‌that.‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌his‌ ‌‌thing‌.‌ ‌He’ll‌ ‌start‌ ‌to‌ ‌feel‌ ‌guilty‌ ‌and‌ ‌he’ll‌ ‌come‌ ‌and‌ ‌find‌ ‌you‌ ‌and‌ ‌say‌ ‌something‌ ‌to‌ ‌make‌ ‌you‌ ‌feel‌ ‌better.‌ ‌You‌ ‌know‌ ‌that.‌ ‌Let’s‌ ‌do‌ ‌something‌ ‌‌fun‌.”‌ ‌You‌ ‌scoffed.‌ ‌“Or‌ ‌you‌ ‌could‌ ‌go‌ ‌and‌ ‌have‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌cry‌ ‌and‌ ‌drink‌ ‌alone‌ ‌in‌ ‌your‌ ‌bedroom,‌ ‌that‌ ‌definitely‌ ‌sounds‌ ‌better.”‌ ‌ ‌

Okay‌,‌ ‌‌ouch‌.‌ ‌ ‌ 

‌Scowling,‌ ‌you‌ ‌looked‌ ‌back‌ ‌at‌ ‌her.‌ ‌She‌ ‌was‌ ‌draped‌ ‌across‌ ‌the‌ ‌chair,‌ ‌dark‌ ‌skirt‌ ‌gathered‌ ‌around‌ ‌her‌ ‌knees,‌ ‌giving‌ ‌you‌ ‌a‌ ‌glimpse‌ ‌of‌ ‌bare‌ ‌legs‌ ‌and‌ ‌sleek‌ ‌black‌ ‌boots.‌ ‌You‌ ‌swallowed‌ ‌hard.‌ ‌“What‌ ‌did‌ ‌you‌ ‌have‌ ‌in‌ ‌mind?”‌ ‌ ‌

+++++‌ ‌ ‌

“That‌ ‌is‌ ‌‌not‌ ‌‌very‌ ‌accurate.”‌ ‌ ‌

You‌ ‌snorted,‌ ‌glancing‌ ‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌screen‌ ‌to‌ ‌find‌ ‌Missy‌ ‌looking‌ ‌bored.‌ ‌She‌ ‌was‌ ‌hanging‌ ‌off‌ ‌the‌ ‌chair,‌ ‌clutching‌ ‌her‌ ‌half-empty‌ ‌glass‌ ‌in‌ ‌an‌ ‌elegantly‌ ‌manicured‌ ‌hand.‌ ‌“What,‌ ‌have‌ ‌you‌ ‌cut‌ ‌a‌ ‌lot‌ ‌of‌ ‌people‌ ‌in‌ ‌half‌ ‌like‌ ‌that?”‌ ‌ 

‌“Only‌ ‌six‌ ‌or‌ ‌seven.”‌ ‌She‌ ‌sounded‌ ‌far‌ ‌too‌ ‌casual.‌ ‌At‌ ‌any‌ ‌other‌ ‌time‌ ‌it‌ ‌might‌ ‌have‌ ‌worried‌ ‌you,‌ ‌but‌ ‌now,‌ ‌four‌ ‌gins‌ ‌deep‌ ‌and‌ ‌mocking‌ ‌your‌ ‌way‌ ‌through‌ ‌an‌ ‌absurdly‌ ‌gory‌ ‌slasher‌ ‌film‌ ‌with‌ ‌her,‌ ‌it‌ ‌just‌ ‌made‌ ‌you‌ ‌laugh.‌ ‌“The‌ ‌screams‌ ‌are‌ ‌much‌ ‌‌wetter‌,‌ ‌for‌ ‌one‌ ‌thing.‌ ‌Like‌ ‌a‌ ‌gurgling‌ ‌drain‌ ‌saw‌ ‌a‌ ‌ghost.”‌ ‌ ‌

“You’re‌ ‌lying.”‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌bold‌ ‌assertion,‌ ‌but‌ ‌somehow‌ ‌you‌ ‌just‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌picture‌ ‌it.‌ ‌It‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌too…‌ ‌messy‌ ‌for‌ ‌her.‌ ‌From‌ ‌what‌ ‌you‌ ‌understood‌ ‌she‌ ‌was‌ ‌more‌ ‌into‌ ‌vaporising‌ ‌people‌ ‌and‌ ‌pushing‌ ‌them‌ ‌off‌ ‌of‌ ‌elevated‌ ‌structures.‌ ‌ 

‌“Oh,‌ ‌always,‌ ‌poppet,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌agreed,‌ ‌setting‌ ‌the‌ ‌glass‌ ‌down‌ ‌and‌ ‌swinging‌ ‌her‌ ‌legs‌ ‌over‌ ‌until‌ ‌she‌ ‌was‌ ‌sitting‌ ‌up,‌ ‌looking‌ ‌at‌ ‌you‌ ‌properly.‌ ‌“I‌ ‌have,‌ ‌though.‌ ‌A‌ ‌while‌ ‌ago.‌ ‌Different‌ ‌face.”‌ ‌She‌ ‌punctuated‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌delicate‌ ‌wave‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌hand,‌ ‌following‌ ‌the‌ ‌contours‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌features.‌ ‌“Not‌ ‌as‌ ‌nice‌ ‌as‌ ‌this‌ ‌one.”‌ ‌ 

‌“That‌ ‌one’s‌ ‌quite‌ ‌nice,”‌ ‌you‌ ‌admitted,‌ ‌taking‌ ‌another‌ ‌swig.‌ ‌There‌ ‌was‌ ‌an‌ ‌unexpected‌ ‌beat‌ ‌of‌ ‌silence‌ ‌and‌ ‌you‌ ‌blushed.‌ ‌ 

‌Luckily‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌broken‌ ‌when‌ ‌another‌ ‌buxom‌ ‌blonde‌ ‌on‌ ‌screen‌ ‌started‌ ‌begging‌ ‌for‌ ‌her‌ ‌life.‌ ‌You‌ ‌jumped‌ ‌slightly‌ ‌and‌ ‌looked‌ ‌back‌ ‌in‌ ‌time‌ ‌to‌ ‌watch‌ ‌the‌ ‌mutilation‌ ‌beginning.‌ ‌“I‌ ‌mean,‌ ‌there’s‌ ‌no‌ ‌way‌ ‌that‌ ‌‌that‌ ‌‌really‌ ‌happens,‌ ‌is‌ ‌there?”‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ 

‌“What?”‌ ‌Missy‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌looking;‌ ‌her‌ ‌gaze‌ ‌was‌ ‌still‌ ‌fixed‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌face.‌ ‌She‌ ‌turned‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌screen‌ ‌and‌ ‌scoffed.‌ ‌Her‌ ‌accent‌ ‌was‌ ‌getting‌ ‌more‌ ‌pronounced‌ ‌with‌ ‌every‌ ‌glass‌ ‌she‌ ‌poured‌ ‌herself.‌ ‌“‌No‌,‌ ‌that‌ ‌is‌ ‌‌not‌ ‌‌what‌ ‌happens‌ ‌when‌ ‌you‌ ‌gouge‌ ‌an‌ ‌eye‌ ‌out.”‌ ‌ 

‌+++++‌ ‌ ‌

The‌ ‌Doctor‌ ‌found‌ ‌you‌ ‌a few ‌hours‌ ‌later,‌ ‌perched‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌ ‌Missy‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌piano‌ ‌bench‌ ‌and‌ ‌belting‌ ‌out‌ ‌a‌ ‌truly‌ ‌horrifying‌ ‌rendition‌ ‌of‌ ‌‌Ob-La-Di,‌ ‌Ob-La-Da‌ ‌‌while‌ ‌she‌ ‌played.‌ ‌Her‌ ‌voice‌ ‌was‌ ‌raised‌ ‌in‌ ‌song‌ ‌with‌ ‌you,‌ ‌and‌ ‌you‌ ‌got‌ ‌the‌ ‌sense‌ ‌that‌ ‌she‌ ‌was‌ ‌deliberately‌ ‌keeping‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌tune‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌music,‌ ‌matching‌ ‌your‌ ‌pitch‌ ‌instead.‌ ‌Your‌ ‌jaw‌ ‌ached‌ ‌from‌ ‌laughing‌ ‌and‌ ‌your‌ ‌head‌ ‌was‌ ‌swimming,‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌side‌ ‌of‌ ‌tipsy‌ ‌by‌ ‌now.‌ ‌ ‌

You‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌hear‌ ‌the‌ ‌door‌ ‌open,‌ ‌almost‌ ‌jumping‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌your‌ ‌skin‌ ‌when‌ ‌he‌ ‌called‌ ‌gruffly,‌ ‌“what‌ ‌the‌ ‌hell‌ ‌‌is‌ ‌going‌ ‌on‌ ‌here?”‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

“Oh,‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌just‌ ‌in‌ ‌time‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌chorus,‌ ‌Doctor,”‌ ‌Missy‌ ‌teased,‌ ‌still‌ ‌playing.‌ ‌“Feel‌ ‌free‌ ‌to‌ ‌join‌ ‌in!‌ ‌The‌ ‌human‌ ‌can‌ ‌hit‌ ‌the‌ ‌high‌ ‌notes‌ ‌but‌ ‌we‌ ‌could‌ ‌do‌ ‌with‌ ‌some‌ ‌backing.”‌ ‌

“Are‌ ‌you‌ ‌‌drunk‌?”‌ ‌His‌ ‌voice‌ ‌was‌ ‌humourless.‌ ‌You‌ ‌shrank‌ ‌back‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌sharpness‌ ‌there,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Missy‌ ‌dropped‌ ‌her‌ ‌fingers‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌keys,‌ ‌wrapping‌ ‌a‌ ‌protective‌ ‌arm‌ ‌around‌ ‌your‌ ‌waist.‌ ‌The‌ ‌gentle‌ ‌pressure‌ ‌made‌ ‌your‌ ‌breath‌ ‌hitch.‌ ‌ 

‌“Don’t‌ ‌be‌ ‌cross‌ ‌with‌ ‌her,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌said‌ ‌firmly.‌ ‌“You‌ ‌were‌ ‌awfully‌ ‌mean‌ ‌today.”‌ ‌ 

‌“Oh,‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌not‌ ‌cross‌ ‌with‌ ‌‌her‌,”‌ ‌he‌ ‌reassured,‌ ‌crossing‌ ‌the‌ ‌room‌ ‌and‌ ‌holding‌ ‌his‌ ‌hand‌ ‌out‌ ‌to‌ ‌help‌ ‌you‌ ‌down‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌platform.‌ ‌His‌ ‌voice‌ ‌softened.‌ ‌“Come‌ ‌on.‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌almost‌ ‌midnight,‌ ‌let‌ ‌me‌ ‌get‌ ‌you‌ ‌home.”‌ ‌ ‌

“But-”‌ ‌you‌ ‌looked‌ ‌back‌ ‌at‌ ‌Missy,‌ ‌pulse‌ ‌quickening‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌closeness‌ ‌of‌ ‌her.‌ ‌She‌ ‌gave‌ ‌you‌ ‌a‌ ‌tender‌ ‌smile‌ ‌and‌ ‌let‌ ‌go‌ ‌of‌ ‌you,‌ ‌nodding‌ ‌towards‌ ‌the‌ ‌Doctor.‌ ‌ ‌

“Taxi’s‌ ‌here,‌ ‌dearest,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌said‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌wink.‌ ‌“Might‌ ‌even‌ ‌have‌ ‌an‌ ‌apology‌ ‌for‌ ‌you.‌ ‌Time‌ ‌to‌ ‌go.”‌ ‌ ‌

“Yeah,”‌ ‌you‌ ‌agreed,‌ ‌surprised‌ ‌by‌ ‌how‌ ‌much‌ ‌the‌ ‌thought‌ ‌disappointed‌ ‌you.‌ ‌“I’ll,‌ ‌um-‌ ‌I’ll‌ ‌see‌ ‌you‌ ‌soon?”‌ ‌ ‌

“You‌ ‌know‌ ‌where‌ ‌I’ll‌ ‌be.”‌ ‌As‌ ‌you‌ ‌went‌ ‌to‌ ‌stand,‌ ‌she‌ ‌grabbed‌ ‌your‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌squeezed‌ ‌gently.‌ ‌You‌ ‌turned‌ ‌to‌ ‌her,‌ ‌puzzled.‌ ‌“Thank‌ ‌you‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌lovely‌ ‌evening.”‌ ‌There‌ ‌was‌ ‌an‌ ‌odd‌ ‌look‌ ‌in‌ ‌her‌ ‌eye,‌ ‌one‌ ‌you‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌place.‌ ‌ ‌

“Thanks‌ ‌for‌ ‌having‌ ‌me.”‌ ‌So‌ ‌quickly‌ ‌you‌ ‌might‌ ‌have‌ ‌imagined‌ ‌it,‌ ‌she‌ ‌leaned‌ ‌forwards‌ ‌and‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌a‌ ‌single‌ ‌kiss‌ ‌to‌ ‌your‌ ‌cheek.‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ 

‌You‌ ‌stood‌ ‌unsteadily,‌ ‌still‌ ‌wide-eyed,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌Doctor‌ ‌took‌ ‌your‌ ‌hand‌ ‌in‌ ‌his‌ ‌and‌ ‌helped‌ ‌you‌ ‌stumble‌ ‌down‌ ‌the‌ ‌stairs.‌ ‌“You‌ ‌need‌ ‌something‌ ‌to‌ ‌eat,”‌ ‌he‌ ‌fussed,‌ ‌taking‌ ‌so‌ ‌much‌ ‌of‌ ‌your‌ ‌weight‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌shoulder‌ ‌that‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌essentially‌ ‌being‌ ‌carried‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌vault.‌ ‌“And‌ ‌then,‌ ‌I‌ ‌think‌ ‌we‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌have‌ ‌a‌ ‌talk.”‌ ‌ ‌

You‌ ‌nodded,‌ ‌not‌ ‌really‌ ‌listening.‌ ‌Usually‌ ‌you‌ ‌would‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌ready‌ ‌to‌ ‌fight‌ ‌with‌ ‌him‌ ‌at‌ ‌a‌ ‌moment’s‌ ‌notice,‌ ‌but‌ ‌as‌ ‌your‌ ‌hand‌ ‌drifted‌ ‌up‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌lipstick‌ ‌mark‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌cheek,‌ ‌you‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌seem‌ ‌to‌ ‌bring‌ ‌yourself‌ ‌to‌ ‌care.‌ ‌ 

‌+++++‌ ‌ ‌

Despite‌ ‌the‌ ‌Doctor’s‌ ‌lecture‌ ‌on‌ ‌not‌ ‌having‌ ‌casual‌ ‌drinks‌ ‌with‌ ‌mass‌ ‌murderers‌ ‌-‌ ‌which‌ ‌was‌ ‌almost‌ ‌as‌ ‌effective‌ ‌a‌ ‌deterrent‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌blinding‌ ‌hangover‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌nursing‌ ‌as‌ ‌you‌ ‌listened‌ ‌to‌ ‌it‌ ‌-‌ ‌nights‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌vault‌ ‌swiftly‌ ‌became‌ ‌routine.‌ ‌You’d‌ ‌show‌ ‌up‌ ‌after‌ ‌a‌ ‌particularly‌ ‌discomforting‌ ‌near‌ ‌miss,‌ ‌or‌ ‌an‌ ‌especially‌ ‌trying‌ ‌argument,‌ ‌bottle‌ ‌in‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌face‌ ‌like‌ ‌thunder,‌ ‌and‌ ‌leave‌ ‌with‌ ‌your‌ ‌throat‌ ‌sore‌ ‌from‌ ‌laughing‌ ‌when‌ ‌he‌ ‌came‌ ‌to‌ ‌drag‌ ‌you‌ ‌out‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌small‌ ‌hours‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌morning.‌ ‌Somewhere‌ ‌around‌ ‌the‌ ‌fourth‌ ‌time‌ ‌you‌ ‌decided‌ ‌to‌ ‌make‌ ‌it‌ ‌official.‌ ‌ ‌

“Vault‌ ‌night?”‌ ‌Missy‌ ‌gave‌ ‌you‌ ‌a‌ ‌withering‌ ‌look‌ ‌over‌ ‌her‌ ‌glass.‌ ‌You’d‌ ‌stormed‌ ‌off‌ ‌after‌ ‌an‌ ‌argument‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌Doctor‌ ‌on‌ ‌Gemini‌ ‌7,‌ ‌stopping‌ ‌by‌ ‌an‌ ‌alien‌ ‌corner‌ ‌shop‌ ‌to‌ ‌pick‌ ‌up‌ ‌something‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌‌doozy‌ ‌‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌night‌ ‌in‌ ‌that‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌already‌ ‌planning.‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌some‌ ‌kind‌ ‌of‌ ‌fruity‌ ‌rum-like‌ ‌spirit‌ ‌that‌ ‌burned‌ ‌your‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌when‌ ‌you‌ ‌smelled‌ ‌it,‌ ‌but‌ ‌paired‌ ‌surprisingly‌ ‌well‌ ‌with‌ ‌cheap‌ ‌Earth‌ ‌lemonade.‌ ‌“Every‌ ‌night‌ ‌is‌ ‌vault‌ ‌night.‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌always‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌vault,‌ ‌that’s…‌ ‌rather ‌the‌ ‌point,‌ ‌dear.”‌ ‌ ‌

“Well,‌ ‌yeah,”‌ ‌you‌ ‌agreed,‌ ‌heedless‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌sarcastic‌ ‌tone.‌ ‌“But‌ ‌‌I’m‌ ‌‌not.‌ ‌If‌ ‌we‌ ‌make‌ ‌it‌ ‌a‌ ‌weekly‌ ‌thing‌ ‌then‌ ‌I‌ ‌can‌ ‌plan‌ ‌for‌ ‌it,‌ ‌get‌ ‌some‌ ‌new‌ ‌board‌ ‌games,”‌ ‌sorely‌ ‌needed‌ ‌after‌ ‌the‌ ‌disastrous‌ ‌night‌ ‌you‌ ‌tried‌ ‌to‌ ‌play‌ ‌Jenga‌ ‌with‌ ‌her‌ ‌and‌ ‌almost‌ ‌died‌ ‌(who‌ ‌knew‌ ‌the‌ ‌Gallifreyan‌ ‌rules‌ ‌were‌ ‌so‌ ‌different?).‌ ‌“I‌ ‌can‌ ‌bring‌ ‌food,‌ ‌and‌ ‌‌most‌ ‌‌importantly,‌ ‌I‌ ‌can‌ ‌tell‌ ‌the‌ ‌Doctor‌ ‌that‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌service‌ ‌on‌ ‌Sundays‌ ‌until‌ ‌further‌ ‌notice‌ ‌so‌ ‌that‌ ‌I‌ ‌can‌ ‌be‌ ‌hungover‌ ‌in‌ ‌peace‌ ‌instead‌ ‌of‌ ‌getting‌ ‌dragged‌ ‌around‌ ‌Martian‌ ‌car‌ ‌boot‌ ‌sales.”‌ ‌ ‌

She‌ ‌snorted.‌ ‌“I‌ ‌liked‌ ‌the‌ ‌snow‌ ‌globe.”‌ ‌ 

‌You‌ ‌grinned‌ ‌and‌ ‌glanced‌ ‌over‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌trinket‌ ‌you’d‌ ‌brought‌ ‌back‌ ‌for‌ ‌her,‌ ‌a‌ ‌figurine‌ ‌of‌ ‌an‌ ‌Ice‌ ‌Warrior‌ ‌decapitating‌ ‌a‌ ‌human,‌ ‌trapped‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌sparkling‌ ‌glass‌ ‌orb‌ ‌full‌ ‌of‌ ‌fake‌ ‌snow.‌ ‌The‌ ‌Doctor‌ ‌had‌ ‌wrinkled‌ ‌his‌ ‌nose‌ ‌but‌ ‌agreed‌ ‌to‌ ‌give‌ ‌you‌ ‌the‌ ‌cash‌ ‌for‌ ‌it.‌ ‌‌A‌ ‌belated‌ ‌vault-warming‌ ‌present‌,‌ ‌you’d‌ ‌called‌ ‌it.‌ ‌ 

‌“Fine,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌agreed,‌ ‌with‌ ‌theatrical‌ ‌reluctance.‌ ‌“Saturday‌ ‌night‌ ‌is‌ ‌Vault‌ ‌Night.”‌ ‌ ‌

“I’ll‌ ‌bring‌ ‌pizza‌ ‌and‌ ‌Uno.”‌ ‌You‌ ‌stood,‌ ‌wobbling‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌bit,‌ ‌and‌ ‌she‌ ‌chuckled‌ ‌and‌ ‌steadied‌ ‌you‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌hand‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌side.‌ ‌Even‌ ‌as‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌getting‌ ‌used‌ ‌to‌ ‌her‌ ‌morbid‌ ‌sense‌ ‌of‌ ‌humour,‌ ‌her‌ ‌love‌ ‌of‌ ‌all‌ ‌things‌ ‌gruesome,‌ ‌the‌ ‌casual‌ ‌touches‌ ‌only‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌getting‌ ‌more‌ ‌confusing.‌ ‌She‌ would‌ ‌lean‌ ‌over‌ ‌you‌ ‌to‌ ‌pour‌ ‌more‌ ‌drinks,‌ ‌close‌ ‌enough‌ ‌that‌ ‌you‌ ‌could‌ ‌smell‌ ‌the‌ ‌perfume‌ ‌on‌ ‌her‌ ‌neck;‌ ‌she‌ ‌would‌ ‌grasp‌ ‌your‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌tug‌ ‌you‌ ‌towards‌ ‌the‌ ‌piano‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌song.‌ ‌Once,‌ ‌while‌ ‌music‌ ‌played‌ ‌over‌ ‌unseen‌ ‌speakers,‌ ‌she’d‌ ‌proclaimed,‌ ‌“oh,‌ ‌this‌ ‌one‌ ‌is‌ ‌‌yummy‌,”‌ ‌and‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌an‌ ‌arm‌ ‌around‌ ‌your‌ ‌waist‌ ‌to‌ ‌dance,‌ ‌twirling‌ ‌you‌ ‌around‌ ‌the‌ ‌vault‌ ‌until‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌both‌ ‌too‌ ‌dizzy‌ ‌to‌ ‌carry‌ ‌on‌ ‌and‌ ‌collapsed‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌chaise,‌ ‌hysterical.‌

Totally‌ ‌normal.‌ ‌Don’t‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌think‌ ‌about‌ ‌that‌ ‌too‌ ‌hard.‌ ‌ ‌

When‌ ‌the‌ ‌door‌ ‌opened‌ ‌she‌ ‌snatched‌ ‌her‌ ‌hand‌ ‌away‌ ‌as‌ ‌if‌ ‌she’d‌ ‌been‌ ‌caught‌ ‌touching‌ ‌something‌ ‌that wasn’t hers.‌ ‌“Home‌ ‌time‌ ‌already?”‌ ‌She‌ ‌pouted‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌way‌ ‌that‌ ‌you‌ ‌thought‌ ‌was‌ ‌only‌ ‌half‌ ‌joking.‌ ‌ ‌

“Apparently‌ ‌so.”‌ ‌The‌ ‌Doctor‌ ‌grimaced‌ ‌at‌ ‌you‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌doorway,‌ ‌holding‌ ‌out‌ ‌his‌ ‌hand.‌ ‌You‌ ‌ignored‌ ‌him‌ ‌and‌ ‌turned‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌her.‌ ‌“I’ll‌ ‌be‌ ‌back‌ ‌on‌ ‌Saturday,‌ ‌yeah?‌ ‌Five‌ ‌days.”‌ ‌ 

‌“Five‌ ‌days,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌agreed.‌ ‌Slowly‌ ‌she‌ ‌reached‌ ‌for‌ ‌your‌ ‌hand,‌ ‌bringing‌ ‌it‌ ‌to‌ ‌her‌ ‌lips‌ ‌and‌ ‌brushing‌ ‌a‌ ‌lingering‌ ‌kiss‌ ‌against‌ ‌your‌ ‌knuckles.‌ ‌Your‌ ‌pulse‌ ‌skipped.‌ ‌“Be‌ ‌safe,‌ ‌poppet.”‌ ‌ 

‌“I-‌ ‌um,”‌ ‌you‌ ‌swallowed‌ ‌nervously.‌ ‌“I’ll‌ ‌try.”‌ ‌

 ‌+++++‌ ‌

‌“I’m‌ ‌very‌ ‌glad,‌ ‌you‌ ‌know.‌ ‌Honestly.”‌ ‌ ‌You‌ ‌glanced‌ ‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌Uno‌ ‌cards‌ ‌that‌ ‌were‌ ‌growing‌ ‌increasingly‌ ‌hard‌ ‌to‌ ‌focus‌ ‌on‌ ‌and‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌Missy’s‌ ‌sprawled‌ ‌figure‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌parquet‌ ‌floor.‌ ‌Takeaway‌ ‌pizza‌ ‌and‌ ‌‌astonishingly‌ ‌‌strong‌ ‌Plutonian‌ ‌brandy‌ ‌had‌ ‌made‌ ‌for‌ ‌an‌ ‌enjoyable‌ ‌first‌ ‌Vault‌ ‌Night‌ ‌so‌ ‌far,‌ ‌though‌ ‌she’d‌ ‌beaten‌ ‌you‌ ‌several‌ ‌times‌ ‌already‌ ‌at‌ ‌every‌ ‌game‌ ‌you‌ ‌brought‌ ‌with‌ ‌you.‌ ‌The‌ ‌glee‌ ‌on‌ ‌her‌ ‌face‌ ‌each‌ ‌time‌ ‌she‌ ‌won‌ ‌had‌ ‌led‌ ‌you‌ ‌to‌ ‌believe‌ ‌that‌ ‌she‌ ‌wouldn’t‌ ‌get‌ ‌bored‌ ‌of‌ ‌it,‌ ‌but‌ ‌her‌ ‌cards‌ ‌were‌ ‌face‌ ‌down‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌floor‌ ‌and‌ ‌she‌ ‌was‌ ‌looking‌ ‌intently‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌wood‌ ‌grain,‌ ‌tracing‌ ‌it‌ ‌with‌ ‌her‌ ‌fingertip.‌ ‌ 

‌“About‌ ‌what?”‌ ‌You‌ ‌stretched‌ ‌out‌ ‌and‌ ‌gave‌ ‌her‌ ‌a‌ ‌gentle‌ ‌nudge‌ ‌with‌ ‌your‌ ‌foot.‌ ‌“Come‌ ‌on,‌ ‌play‌ ‌the‌ ‌game.”‌ ‌ ‌

“I’m‌ ‌very‌ ‌glad‌ ‌that‌ ‌you‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌get‌ ‌eaten‌ ‌by‌ ‌a‌ ‌giant‌ ‌lizard.”‌ ‌ ‌ 

‌You‌ ‌laughed.‌ ‌“I‌ ‌mean,‌ ‌same,‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌fair.”‌ ‌ ‌

“‌No‌,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌drawled,‌ ‌thickly‌ ‌accented,‌ ‌and‌ ‌rose‌ ‌up‌ ‌on‌ ‌her‌ ‌palms‌ ‌to‌ ‌look‌ ‌you‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌eye.‌ ‌“I’m‌ ‌telling‌ ‌you‌ ‌that‌ ‌I,‌ ‌Missy,‌ ‌the‌ ‌‌Mistress‌,‌ ‌last‌ ‌of‌ ‌the-‌ ‌penultimate‌ ‌of‌ ‌the-,”‌ ‌you‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌help‌ ‌grinning‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌way‌ ‌she‌ ‌slurred‌ ‌and‌ ‌stumbled,‌ ‌belying‌ ‌the‌ ‌imperious‌ ‌tone‌ ‌in‌ ‌her‌ ‌voice.‌ ‌She‌ ‌sighed‌ ‌and‌ ‌scrubbed‌ ‌a‌ ‌hand‌ ‌over‌ ‌her‌ ‌face,‌ ‌trying‌ ‌again.‌ ‌“‌One‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌Time‌ ‌Lords‌ ‌of‌ ‌Gallifrey.‌ ‌I‌ ‌am‌ ‌very‌ ‌glad‌ ‌‌that‌ ‌you‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌get‌ ‌eaten‌ ‌by‌ ‌a‌ ‌giant‌ ‌lizard‌ ‌that‌ ‌day.”‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ 

‌“Okay?”‌ ‌You‌ ‌frowned‌ ‌slightly‌ ‌when‌ ‌she‌ ‌looked‌ ‌up‌ ‌at‌ ‌you,‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌dark,‌ ‌face‌ ‌serious.‌ ‌“Missy,‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t-‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌sorry,‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌understand.”‌ ‌ 

‌“Neither‌ ‌do‌ ‌I,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌admitted,‌ ‌hand‌ ‌fluttering‌ ‌in‌ ‌front‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌eyes.‌ ‌“In‌ ‌my‌ ‌head,‌ ‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌it.”‌ ‌ 

‌“That‌ ‌was‌ ‌what?”‌ ‌You‌ ‌offered‌ ‌her‌ ‌your‌ ‌hand‌ ‌but‌ ‌she‌ ‌waved‌ ‌it‌ ‌away,‌ ‌climbing‌ ‌to‌ ‌her‌ ‌knees‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌floor‌ ‌in‌ ‌front‌ ‌of‌ ‌you.‌ ‌“That‌ ‌was‌ ‌it,‌ ‌to…‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌good,‌ ‌you‌ ‌mean?”‌ ‌ 

‌“No,‌ ‌I‌ ‌‌don’t‌ ‌‌mean,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌spat,‌ ‌voice‌ ‌so‌ ‌venomous‌ ‌that‌ ‌you‌ ‌flinched.‌ ‌“Good,‌ ‌good,‌ ‌good,‌ ‌that’s‌ ‌all‌ ‌you‌ ‌two‌ ‌ever‌ ‌think‌ ‌about.‌ ‌Well‌ ‌what’s‌ ‌‌good‌?”‌ ‌She‌ ‌gestured‌ ‌wildly‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌door.‌ ‌“He‌ ‌left‌ ‌you‌ ‌alone‌ ‌to‌ ‌‌die‌ ‌‌and‌ ‌you‌ ‌almost‌ ‌did,‌ ‌was‌ ‌‌that‌ ‌‌good?‌ ‌You‌ ‌came‌ ‌to‌ ‌me,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌pointed‌ ‌at‌ ‌her‌ ‌chest,‌ ‌which‌ ‌was‌ ‌heaving‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌force‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌outburst.‌ ‌“You‌ ‌came‌ ‌to‌ ‌me‌ ‌crying‌ ‌and‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌like‌ ‌‌nothing‌.”‌ ‌ ‌

“Missy,”‌ ‌your‌ ‌throat‌ ‌was‌ ‌starting‌ ‌to‌ ‌ache‌ ‌with‌ ‌tears,‌ ‌and‌ ‌you‌ ‌swallowed‌ ‌them‌ ‌back.‌ ‌‌Stupid‌ ‌space‌ ‌brandy‌.‌ ‌“He‌ ‌just-‌ ‌he‌ ‌made‌ ‌a‌ ‌mistake‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌made‌ ‌it‌ ‌up‌ ‌to‌ ‌me,‌ ‌we‌ ‌got‌ ‌over‌ ‌it.”‌ ‌ ‌

“Yes,‌ ‌of‌ ‌course,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌nodded,‌ ‌rubbing‌ ‌her‌ ‌eye‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌heel‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌hand.‌ ‌“Yes,‌ ‌you‌ ‌‌made‌ ‌up‌,‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌you?‌ ‌You‌ ‌forgave‌ ‌him,‌ ‌just‌ ‌like‌ ‌that.”‌ ‌She‌ ‌snapped‌ ‌her‌ ‌fingers‌ ‌for‌ ‌emphasis.‌ ‌“Well‌ ‌‌I‌ ‌didn’t‌.‌ ‌I‌ ‌‌don’t‌,‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌understand?‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌forgive‌ ‌him‌ ‌for‌ ‌it.”‌ ‌ 

‌“For‌ ‌what?‌ ‌For‌ ‌leaving‌ ‌me?”‌ ‌She‌ ‌was‌ ‌closer‌ ‌now,‌ ‌her‌ ‌hands‌ ‌coming‌ ‌to‌ ‌rest‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌knees‌ ‌as‌ ‌she‌ ‌leaned‌ ‌up‌ ‌towards‌ ‌you.‌ ‌There‌ ‌were‌ ‌only‌ ‌inches‌ ‌between‌ ‌you.‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌alright.‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌alright.”‌ ‌ ‌

“It’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌alright,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌said‌ ‌pleadingly.‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌not.‌ ‌You‌ ‌would‌ ‌never‌ ‌have‌ ‌come‌ ‌here.‌ ‌You‌ ‌and‌ ‌I,‌ ‌we‌ ‌would‌ ‌never-‌ ‌‌ugh‌,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌raked‌ ‌a‌ ‌hand‌ ‌through‌ ‌her‌ ‌hair.‌ ‌“Why‌ ‌is‌ ‌this‌ ‌so‌ ‌‌hard‌?”‌ ‌ 

‌“Just‌ ‌tell‌ ‌me‌ ‌what’s‌ ‌wrong,”‌ ‌you‌ ‌implored,‌ ‌reaching‌ ‌out‌ ‌to‌ ‌cup‌ ‌her‌ ‌cheek‌ ‌before‌ ‌you‌ ‌could‌ ‌stop‌ ‌yourself.‌ ‌“Please,‌ ‌Missy.”‌ ‌You‌ ‌expected‌ ‌her‌ ‌to‌ ‌flinch,‌ ‌but‌ ‌she‌ ‌leaned‌ ‌into‌ ‌your‌ ‌hand‌ ‌like‌ ‌she‌ ‌hadn’t‌ ‌been‌ ‌touched‌ ‌in‌ ‌years.‌ ‌ ‌

Near‌ ‌enough,‌ ‌probably‌.‌ ‌ 

‌“If‌ ‌you‌ ‌travelled ‌with‌ ‌me‌ ‌I’d‌ ‌never‌ ‌leave‌ ‌you,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌breathed,‌ ‌eyelids‌ ‌fluttering‌ ‌closed‌ ‌as‌ ‌she‌ ‌placed‌ ‌her‌ ‌hand‌ ‌over‌ ‌yours.‌ ‌“I’d‌ ‌never‌ ‌let‌ ‌you‌ ‌be‌ ‌so‌ ‌hurt,‌ ‌so‌ ‌scared.‌ ‌He‌ ‌doesn’t‌ ‌deserve‌ ‌you.”‌ ‌ 

‌You‌ ‌smiled‌ ‌tearfully.‌ ‌“He’s‌ ‌my‌ ‌friend.‌ ‌He‌ ‌has‌ ‌his‌ ‌moments‌ ‌but-‌ ‌he’s‌ ‌my‌ ‌friend,‌ ‌and‌ ‌so‌ ‌are‌ ‌you.”‌ ‌ ‌

“I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌want‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌your‌ ‌friend.”‌ ‌Missy‌ ‌opened‌ ‌her‌ ‌eyes,‌ ‌ice-pale‌ ‌and‌ ‌gleaming‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌smudged‌ ‌black‌ ‌makeup‌ ‌she‌ ‌wore.‌ ‌Your‌ ‌heart‌ ‌wrenched‌ ‌when‌ ‌you‌ ‌felt‌ ‌the‌ ‌first‌ ‌warm‌ ‌drops‌ ‌of‌ ‌saltwater‌ ‌streaking‌ ‌down‌ ‌her‌ ‌cheek.‌ ‌Her‌ ‌hand‌ ‌tightened‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌thigh,‌ ‌clutching‌ ‌it‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌drowning‌ ‌man‌ ‌thrown‌ ‌a‌ ‌rope.‌ ‌“I‌ ‌want‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌‌yours‌.”‌ ‌ ‌

‌Stunned‌ ‌to‌ ‌silence,‌ ‌you‌ ‌took‌ ‌her‌ ‌face‌ ‌in‌ ‌both‌ ‌hands‌ ‌and‌ ‌leaned‌ ‌closer.‌ ‌She‌ ‌kept‌ ‌her‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌fixed‌ ‌on‌ ‌yours,‌ ‌breathing‌ ‌harsh‌ ‌and‌ ‌open-mouthed.‌ ‌When‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌able‌ ‌to‌ ‌speak,‌ ‌your‌ ‌bottom‌ ‌lip‌ ‌trembled.‌ ‌ 

‌“You‌ ‌‌stupid‌,‌ ���‌ridiculous‌ ‌‌Time‌ ‌Lady,”‌ ‌you‌ ‌managed,‌ ‌caught‌ ‌between‌ ‌laughing‌ ‌and‌ ‌weeping.‌ ‌“Why‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌you‌ ‌just‌ ‌‌say‌ ‌so‌?”‌ ‌ ‌

Missy‌ ‌made‌ ‌a‌ ‌soft,‌ ‌broken‌ ‌noise‌ ‌and‌ ‌inclined‌ ‌her‌ ‌head,‌ ‌bringing‌ ‌her‌ ‌lips‌ ‌to‌ ‌yours.‌ She ‌tasted‌ ‌bitter‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌tears‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌alcohol,‌ ‌and‌ ‌your‌ ‌head‌ ‌spun‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌thought‌ ‌that‌ ‌this‌ ‌was‌ ‌‌her‌,‌ ‌Missy,‌ ‌traveller ‌in‌ ‌space‌ ‌and‌ ‌time,‌ ‌ancient‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌‌moon‌ ‌‌and‌ ‌somehow,‌ ‌by‌ ‌some‌ ‌mad‌ ‌virtue‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌universe,‌ ‌on‌ ‌her‌ ‌knees‌ ‌begging‌ ‌you‌ ‌to‌ ‌want‌ ‌her.‌ ‌The‌ ‌bizarre,‌ ‌the‌ ‌surreal‌ ‌had‌ ‌become‌ ‌old‌ ‌hat‌ ‌since‌ ‌you‌ ‌met‌ ‌the‌ ‌Time‌ ‌Lords,‌ ‌but‌ ‌this‌ ‌was‌ ‌something‌ ‌different.‌ ‌This‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌dream‌ ‌come‌ ‌true.‌ ‌ 

‌You‌ ‌broke‌ ‌away,‌ ‌gasping‌ ‌for‌ ‌breath,‌ ‌and‌ ‌leaned‌ ‌your‌ ‌forehead‌ ‌against‌ ‌hers.‌ ‌“I‌ ‌love‌ ‌you,‌ ‌Missy,”‌ ‌you‌ ‌said‌ ‌simply,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌sounded‌ ‌so‌ ‌small‌ ‌after‌ ‌hers.‌ ‌“I‌ ‌want‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌yours,‌ ‌too.”‌ ‌ 

‌“You‌ ‌are,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌promised,‌ ‌guiding‌ ‌your‌ ‌hand‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌press‌ ‌against‌ ‌her‌ ‌chest.‌ ‌You‌ ‌could‌ ‌feel‌ ‌the‌ ‌twin‌ ‌heartbeats‌ ‌there,‌ ‌beating‌ ‌out‌ ‌a‌ ‌hypnotising‌ ‌rhythm‌ ‌into‌ ‌your‌ ‌palm.‌ ‌“You‌ ‌are. ‌Always.”‌ ‌ 

‌+++++‌ ‌ ‌

The‌ ‌Doctor‌ ‌found‌ ‌you‌ ‌asleep‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌sofa,‌ ‌tucked‌ ‌close‌ ‌into‌ ‌Missy’s‌ ‌chest;‌ ‌her‌ ‌hair‌ ‌was‌ ‌splayed‌ ‌across‌ ‌the‌ ‌cushion‌ ‌beneath‌ ‌her,‌ ‌your‌ ‌cheek‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌close‌ ‌to‌ ‌her‌ ‌hearts.‌ ‌One‌ ‌hand‌ ‌cradled‌ ‌your‌ ‌head‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌rested‌ ‌protectively‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌small‌ ‌of‌ ‌your‌ ‌back.‌ ‌ ‌

He‌ ‌frowned‌ ‌down‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌image‌ ‌of‌ ‌contentment‌ ‌and‌ ‌she‌ ‌opened‌ ‌her‌ ‌eyes,‌ ‌holding‌ ‌you‌ ‌tighter‌ ‌when‌ ‌she‌ ‌saw‌ ‌the‌ ‌look‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌face.‌ ‌ ‌He raised his hands in surrender, a silent promise not to take you from her.‌ ‌

“We’ll‌ ‌talk‌ ‌about‌ ‌this,”‌ ‌he‌ ‌said‌ ‌quietly.‌ ‌“You‌ ‌know‌ ‌that.”‌ ‌ ‌

“Of‌ ‌course,”‌ ‌she‌ ‌agreed,‌ ‌kissing‌ ‌the‌ ‌top‌ ‌of‌ ‌your‌ ‌head.‌ ‌“In‌ ‌the‌ ‌morning?”‌ ‌ 

‌“Yeah.”‌ ‌He‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌stop‌ ‌the‌ ‌small‌ ‌smile‌ ‌that‌ ‌tugged‌ ‌at‌ ‌his‌ ‌lips,‌ ‌throwing‌ ‌a‌ ‌blanket‌ ‌he’d‌ ‌brought‌ ‌with‌ ‌him‌ ‌over‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌of‌ ‌you.‌ ‌“In‌ ‌the‌ ‌morning.”‌ ‌ ‌

#mine #sfw #missy x reader #the master (gomez) #the master x reader #request

[iwach4n]

Reminisce (Iwaizumi x fem!Reader)

This is incredibly self indulgent but by god i want to marry Iwa. I want to marry him so bad.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

warnings: mild swearing

word count: 1889

read time: 7 minutes

11:30am was not a particularly early time to wake up, but considering that you had returned to the hotel room at 3:00 after hours apon hours of drinking, dancing and chatting with friends and family, it was actually quite impressive. You looked and felt a mess, with sweat remaining from the shower you had been too tired to take, hair sticking out in every direction and remnants of makeup, sloppily removed in early hours of the morning, smudged around your face. And yet, Iwaizumi was still looking at you like you were the most amazing thing on Earth.

"What?" you laughed, shifting closer to him under the covers.

"Just looking at my beautiful wife," he responded, with an expression so lovestruck it made you giggle more.

"I'm never going to get used to that."

It was his turn to laugh, pulling you closer against his bare chest, "You better, Mrs Iwaizumi, because I'm going to keep saying it."

You smiled with an expression mirroring his own. In the five years you had been together, you never got tired of mornings like these. Waking up in his arms, taking in every detail of his face, memorising exactly how his body felt pressed against yours. And now you were married. There was nothing better in the world.

"What did I do to get so lucky?" he mused, making you shove him half-heartedly with a laugh.

"Save the compliments for when I don't look like shit."

His arms didn't relent, wrapping around you and pulling you ontop of him. A soft kiss was pressed to your lips.

"I'm not kidding. If someone had told me seven years ago that I'd get to marry you, I'd be overjoyed, and also never believe them," Iwa said, before catching himself on his words.

"Seven years ago? You mean like first year?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice as you rested your chin on his chest. He groaned a little in embarrassment.

"Okay, so I may have lied when I said I started liking you at the start of third year."

You couldn't help but start laughing for real now.

"We didn't even talk in first year!"

"I know, but I was sixteen! What was I supposed to do, not fall for the cute girl who helped me with my English homework?" he defended as you rolled off him in your laughter, finding his reaction funnier than the actual situation.

"You're so adorable," you said, pecking him on the lips and giggling at his red face.

"Asking you for help with that English was probably the best decision of my life." His hand found its way to yours under the covers, calloused fingers intertwining with your soft ones.

"I can't believe that's actually what got you," your laughs were softer now. At the start of your relationship, you had been a little insecure as to whether Hajime liked you as much as he said he did, but you'd grown past that now. Though you sometimes wondered quite what he saw in you, you knew he wasn't lying about anything.

"You were pretty and nice to me and you told Oikawa to fuck off. At the time, that was like, my dream woman."

A snort escaped from your mouth as you nestled into the crook of his arm, tracing patterns along his chest.

"I think the moment I really fell for you was when I first saw you play in a match," you mused, remembering being dragged to watch with your friends in second year and not regretting it one bit. Your husband gave a small hum of encouragement, as if telling you to continue, so you did.

"I mean, I thought you were hot and cool and whatever before, but on court, you were just so... driven. You kept pushing for one more point," you said, eyes glued to your finger as it wove its way through invisible paths along his torso, "it was like a whole new side of you."

As you spoke, he had buried his face in your hair, and you felt him smile against your scalp.

"Honestly, that's the only way you would've fallen for me. I'd have been much more awkward if I'd known you were watching."

"Looking back, you were so awkward," you recalled, thinking back to your highschool days, "but at the time, I just thought you hated me or something."

"For real?" It was his turn to rumble in laughter.

"You were always avoiding me!" you said in defence, pouting at his growing laughs.

"I'm sorry for making you think that," he said, unable to keep the grin off his face, "you were so ridiculously pretty that I got nervous. And it's only gotten better from there."

"Someone's sappy today," you giggled as he rolled over, hovering over you. He only hummed in response, planting a sweet kiss on your lips, "but seeing as we're remembering the old times, remember when you first asked me out?"

These words were enough to make him groan and collapse off of you, arm going up to cover his reddening face.

"I wish I didn't. Most embarrassing moment of my life."

"I think I need to refresh your memory," you managed through giggles.

"No!" he groaned, "you do not."

"Oh, I'm going to."

Hajime always got embarrassed when you brought up how he asked you out on your first date because it was a prime example of how awkward he'd been at the start of your relationship. You still remembered it vividly, and his reaction to you telling the story was almost as cute as the image in your head, so you would remind him every chance you got.

"Can we talk about the proposal instead? I was a lot cooler with that one."

You ignored his pleas, beginning your narration, "Imagine it-"

"You told this like fifty times yesterday. Stop," he was laughing too, despite being bashful.

"This isn't just what I told yesterday. This is the unabridged version, just for you," you said, and he finally gave up on arguing with a sigh, "imagine it; the last week of third year, and it was coming to the end of a maths lesson - a class I didn't share with the hero of our story. In my head, I was thinking about the lovely ace, who is currently looking at me like if someone was to shoot him, he wouldn't complain, but that his dying wish would be for me to shut up. I was wondering if I should make a move on him."

Iwaizumi's face turns from one of annoyance to curiosity - he hasn't heard this part of the story. You'd never really told him what went through your head that day. Noticing his change of expression, you decided to expand on that train of thought.

"You see, there was only a week left. After that, I might not get the chance. I might never see him again - at least, this is what I thought, as I didn't know that we were both going to the same university the next year. Part of me thought that it was now or never, but I decided on never. He was cool and popular and always seemed confident. If he liked me, I thought, he would make a move himself. This thought crossed my mind as I began to pack my things, and then, as if on cue-"

Iwaizumi's arm returned to covering his face. This was his least favourite part of the story.

"My knight in shining armour burst in, having been let out of his class early, and shouted, in front of the whole class, '(Y/N), I really like you, and have for a while! Please go on a date with me!'"

Your husband let out a long groan at this, the embarrassment still fresh despite it having been five years. Usually, this is where you stopped. It was pretty much the end of the story. But you continued.

"Naturally, I agreed. But, as if things weren't already awkward enough, our good old friend Oikawa decided to pipe up from behind you-"

"Oh my god," Hajime interrupted momentarily, "I forgot about this bit."

"And the somewhat sweet confession was finished off with the lovely note of 'Woo! They're finally gonna bone!'. The end."

It appeared the little addition shook Iwa out of the annoyed mood the story usually put him in, because he uncovered his face and laughed reminiscently.

"We both got detention for that," he chuckled, pulling you back into his chest.

"Was it worth it?" you asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

"Take a look around. We're married. Of course it was worth it," what was probably the hundreth kiss of the day was placed on your forehead, "I'd sit through a million detentions to keep you with me."

"Good thing you don't have to. I don't think I'd be able to go a million hours without you," you said, beginning to fiddle with his hair, "can I try and plait your hair?"

"No," was the short answer, "we're gonna talk about that first date I asked you on."

"Why?" you asked, cocking your head as your fingers left his hair. The date had been nice, but other than the fact it was your first with your now husband, there had been nothing particularly special about it.

"Don't think I've forgotten about when you tried to say you were hungry and instead said horny, and were so shocked by the fact that your mouth did that that you spilt your drink all over both of us."

"Oh my god, even I forgot about that."

"I'm gonna give you a dramatic narration."

"No!"

The rest of the morning and early afternoon was taken up like this - reminiscing about notable moments in your relationship. Everything from your first kiss, which had turned an uneventful 'date' of running errands together into a special one, to your first 'I love you's, which had slipped out on a late night call. Each of you gave vivid retellings of meeting the other's parents for the first time, which had gone swimmingly for Hajime, but had been incredibly awkward for you until his father made some comment about thinking his son was gay until then because of the amount of time he spent with Oikawa. That really broke the ice between you, but it put Iwaizumi into an adorably disagreeable mood for the rest of the night. Iwa finally got to talk about the proposal, which you had to admit had been very romantic, and then you talked about the wedding the night before.

Eventually, you moved on from the past and talked about the future. Where to go for your honeymoon, where you'd like to settle down one day, how many kids you'd like and when. You decided you'd move to the outskirts of Tokyo, and start a family in your late twenties. You settled on two kids, but maybe a third a little later on. And then, when you retired, you'd move to the Okinawa prefecture and live by the beach. By the time you got hungry enough to need to get up, you felt like your entire life was planned.

You couldn't wait to make it real and have more things to reminisce about.

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