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New AU Idea!

So this is based on a thing I did because I was bored with my child Dave AI. Basically I decided to put him on the cat bus and take him to a spirit forest and thought it would be cool to imply that the reason he fits in so well there and not anywhere else is because he’s some kind of creepy lizard fae creature. It was mostly just me reminiscing over watching Studio Ghibli, and then I thought… what if there was a Studio Ghibli DSAF fusion AU.

So my idea for this AU is for it to play like a combination of my three favourite Studio Ghibli movies in plot, those being My Neighbour Totoro, Spirited Away and Ponyo (a bit less of Ponyo and using My Neighbour Totoro as the main framework because it’s what fits best. Also I must mention I adore Kiki’s Delivery Service and Howls Moving Castle, I just prefer these ones, and these fit the story I’m thinking of better.)

So it would have child protagonists like all 3 of those movies, and would mostly focus on Jack. Löng post btw explaining the general plot. Please read it over though and tell me who you want me to design first and if you have any ideas to improve the AU! <:

My idea for the plot is that like in My Neighbour Totoro, Jack, Dee and Peter have just moved to a new neighbourhood. Dee is exited because she’s an adorable little child, is underrated as hell, and I love her. Peter is distant from the rest of the family because he’s nearly an adult and is upset about moving and is angsting. And Jack hates the idea of moving away from his old friends, and is kinda left alone to deal with it.

The new house is a bit of a mess as it’s really old and hasn’t been lived in for a long time, Dee is exited and is constantly exploring the forest, Peter just kinda stays in his own room and ignores everyone, and Jack just kinda doesn’t know what to do.

Dee starts talking about seeing spirits early on, but no one believes her.

Jack gets mad and blows up at his parents at dinner one day, before running off into the woods, he travels into a very deep, dark part of the woods, followed by his siblings, and then is stopped by Dave, who is a fae spirit around Jack’s age, or at least who seems to be as spirit ages are unclear, he’s probably older than that but is considered a child by spirit terms and mentally and physically is one. Dave is immediately hostile and threatens Jack’s life if he gets any closer. Jack asks why and Dave explains that he’s protecting the grave of his master, the rot king (Henry), until he comes home. I should also note that Dave is masked (it’s a rabbit mask because of course the fuck it is) and cloaked at this point and his actual appearance isn’t shown until later.

Jack tries to talk more but Dave tries to kill him, just as he does Jack’s siblings appear. until he’s pulled aside by another spirit just in time. This spirit is Harry, who is a black bear spirit which initially scares Jack but he quickly realizes he’s a friend. Harry takes Jack “somewhere safe” because he claims the forest is not safe for mortals at night because that’s when the vestiges of the rot king come out and seek mortal souls to pull into the void to feed to their master. Dave isn’t technically an actual vestige, and does not have the ability to deliver souls to Henry. The reason for this is because being the sort of evil spirit Henry was, he commanded an army of lesser evil spirits who could only come out at night which greatly limited his power, so when he found Dave, he used Dave to be his servant during the day because as a neutral being of the forest, Dave was able to be out during both day and night.

Harry takes the Kennedy’s into his home inside a large tree, apparently recognizing Dee and scolding her for not listening when he said not to go out at night, where we are introduced to the other bear spirits/phone guys, Steven is a red panda which while technically not actually a bear I think fits, Jake is a grizzly who lost his cub, Roger is a sun bear, and Rebecca (no I didn’t forget about her), is a sloth bear.

The bears explain that they serve the forest king (the real Fredbear), a golden bear spirit that has dominion over all the forest during the day, and once had it during the night too. But then the rot king rose to power and for a time, he ruled both, until the forest king managed to banish him to the void with the help of an unstable ally, the spirit of wolftooth peak (Blackjack) who is a giant dark spirit taking the form of a wolf. The spirit of wolftooth peak however betrayed the forest king and refused to kill the rot king, in favour of torturing him for having previously destroyed the spirit of his sister by destroying her peak. This allowed the rot king to continue his reign from a distance during the night, so the forest king employed the 5 lesser bear spirits to protect the forest at night by rescuing any mortals that enter and fighting off the vestiges. The siblings were lucky that Dave stopped them before attacking actually because if they had come any closer to the grave, the dark magic would have put up a barrier the bears couldn’t cross.

The bears request that the siblings help them defeat the rot king once and for all before he regains his power and escapes, an act he’s close to doing. Peter claims this is above their capabilities, and wants to leave to protect his siblings, but Dee is having none of it, as she’s already bonded with many of the spirits and knows they’ll be hurt if the rot king rises to power. Knowing they can’t deter her, Peter and Jack make a promise to help the spirits by purifying corrupt spirits, an act done by helping them remember what they were before.

The kids go back home for awhile then, to their parents dismay as they had worried about them before, go out o the forest around noon, promising to be back by dusk. They meet up with the bears, and for the first time for all of them but Dee, meet the forest king. He thanks them for joining his cause and explains that the corrupted spirits are ones taken by the rot king and his vestiges and either forcefully corrupted, or in cases that are much more dangerous, manipulated into joining, he also talks to Dee like a close friend, and so does she, making it clear that Dee is also the one who knows the most about spirits and magic because of her friendship with the forest king.

Steven is the youngest of the bear spirits in this and has napoleon syndrome, so the other bears send him with the siblings to help him grow up, something he’s very unhappy with. Steven ends up riding on Peter’s shoulder for most of the story because he likes being tall and Peter is the tallest sibling.

The siblings and Steven are told to seek out a corrupted fawn spirit (Jacob Adams), Peter is given a magic staff (which Steven is immediately rude about him not holding right), Jack gets a sword, and Dee gets a healing wand. The fawn spirit has turned into a stag with long pointed horns, long legs, and sharp fangs. This battle almost ends in utter defeat as the group are terrible at working together as each just tries to do their own thing, eventually Jack manages to pull them together and they purify the spirit, turning it back into a fawn. The fawn thanks them and they help him get back home to his family, exploring the spirit town while they are there.

The next day they spend the early morning finally working together cleaning their new home, and their parents, who are still worried, decide things must be alright as the siblings are getting along better.

They meet back up with Steven, and are sent out to deal with 3 spirits this time, the 3 were friends and were corrupted together. The spirits in question are a nine tailed fox (Foxy, who both Steven and Peter agree sounds awesome), a phoenix (Chica), and a jackalope (Bonnie). Freddy will not show up yet, and rather than having the toys and the standard animatronics as two separate groups I decided to do something else.

They arrive at a long abandoned observatory, and at first don’t see anything, exept for the noticeable fact that every surface is covered in thick vines. Jack tries to cut the vines, but suddenly, they all come to life and start moving, a twisted and mangled fox head appears as do it’s hundreds of viney limbs, this spirit design will be inspired by a combination of mangle, and withered foxy. As the nine tailed and now 900 limbed fox spirit comes to life, so too do the other two spirits arrive, a flightless cockatrice (a combination of toy and withered Chica), and the blind centipede hare (toy and withered Bonnie). These corrupted spirits are incredibly hard to fight on their own but things get worse from here.

Having been alerted of the purification of the fawn, Dave and a corrupted bear monster based on the onikuma arrive to fight as well. The siblings barely make it out with their lives and Dee is taken by the onikuma.

Peter immediately quits when he returns, after demanding to know why no one ever told them about the onikuma, but Jack is sure Dee is still alive and refuses to quit, causing the brothers to fight. The onikuma is revealed to be a 6th bear guardians who was willingly corrupted and they didn’t mention because he normally stays in the bog.

Their parents refuse to let them go out again, and Dee is declared missing. Jack sneaks out at the dead of night, knowing how dangerous it is but going anyway, and he finds the tree. The bears are horrified, especially since he got quite injured by evil spirits on the way. He demands to know where Dee was taken and the bears reveal she’s likely been trapped at the bottom of the bog, which is a sort of nightmare pocket world the evil bear spirit keeps his child victims in. Jack asks how he can free her, and the bears reveal that the only way to get someone out of the bog is with fairy magic. Jack asks where he can find a fairy. The bears tell him that won’t be possible. There’s only one fairy in the forest, but this fairy is out of reach to them, all the others were sealed in the very tree the bears live in by the rot king, and as long as the king still lives, the fairies will never escape.

Jack gets frustrated and asks why this fairy is out of reach, and the bears explain that he’s already met the fairy, it tried to kill him when they first met, Jack figures out that the bears are telling him DAVE is a fairy. Jack is confused and horrified, he’d always been told fairies were tiny and cute, Dave is threatening and hostile, and around his own size. The bears explain that fairies are neutral tricksters, capable of changing size at will, and that this particular fairy was taken in, manipulated, and mutilated by the rot king who cut off Dave’s wings. He’s too devoted to ever be shaken from his goal.

Jack declares he’s going to purify Dave. The bears do not like that idea, and Steven refuses to come claiming it to be suicide. Jack claims he has to do it for his sister.

Jack gets his sword and goes out to fight Dave alone. He finds him sitting at the massive obelisk that is the rot king’s grave and seemingly praying to it.

When Jack approaches he immediately arms himself and demands to know why Jack is here. Jack claims he’s here to purify him, and Dave laughs in his face and then teases him about coming out on his own.

With that the fight begins, Dave removes his cloak to move faster which reveals that his clothes barely fit on him because of how thin he is (he was malnourished by Henry, and only leaves to eat once a week for 3 hours.) Dave far outpaces Jack, but he continues to be able to defend his attacks until dawn breaks, and during the fight Dave’s mask is knocked off outing him not only as a lizard boi, but also shows some of his scars from his abuse at the hands of Henry.

After a few more minutes Jack manages to get through to him and Dave breaks down crying, to which Jack comforts him. Purifying Dave causes the mask and cloak to turn to dust as those were the symptoms of his corruption which is a bit weird but I think it has to do with some of the other unique aspects of his situation. Also I’m not gonna make Dave’s lizardyness be his corruption because lizard boi is best boi, and he can’t just grow his wings back.

Jack decides to stop lying to his parents about where Dee is, and comes home with Dave, who may or may not have developed a crush on Jack when he comforted him.

After some convincing Jack manages to make his parents aware of everything so they can help, and convince Peter to help again.

Setting off with Peter, Steven, and Dave, Jack goes to the bog of the onikuma. After a long and difficult fight which included the onikuma summoning the other 3 corrupted spirits from before, they manage to win and purify all the spirits, setting Dee free with Dave’s magic.

Dee is acting like she never left as she has forgotten ever doing so alongside the 10 other kids locked down there with her.

The group returns to the forest king who despite being proud of everything achieved, such as Dave and the onikuma’s purification and Dee’s release from the bog, is rather grave, as he says it’s too late to stop the rot king’s returns.

The group asks if there’s absolutely no way to stop him, and the forest king admits there’s one, it would be to have the assistance of the spirit of wolftooth peak. The forest king also reveals that if the rot king dies, he does too, as the rot king is a part of him that split off. The rot king can survive without him in a weakened state, but he would die if the rot king were to die.

Somewhat conflicted, the group travels up the mountain, meeting the spirit of the peak. The giant wolf yells at them and fights them for their arrogance but is eventually convinced the rot king must die, and this isn’t what his sister would have wanted.

the group, now with the wolf spirit, travel into the void and meet the rot king face to face. He’s a being of pure decay in this who himself is rotting. Major nowhere king vibes. In an epic final confrontation all the characters but Jack are defeated, like in the game, but Jack manages to bring them all back by channeling energy through his sword.

The rot king is finally defeated. And thus begins the epilogue in which the Kennedy family vow that all future generations will protect the forest, the wolf of the peak finds peace and redemption, Dave decides to give up some of his power so he can grow up alongside Jack for totally not gay reasons, Steven is crowned as the new forest king and everyone lives happily ever after.

It’s a weird AU but I think it could be cool and I might make a fanfic about it, please give feedback and advice and as I’ve said, tell me who to draw first! <:

#dsaf #dsaf au #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf jack #dsaf old sport #dsaf dave #dsaf dee #dsaf peter #dsaf steven #dsaf jake #dsaf roger #dsaf harry #dsaf davetrap #davesport #the Kennedy family but without the dead parents #dsaf blackjack #dsaf henry #please give feedback and stuff! Every comment helps! Also tell me who to draw first!

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shut in [8]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, implied abuse, death, implied ptsd, injuries, guns, anxiety

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: oh my god oh my god sam stans how are we feeling djkghdfjkhgdf. no thoughts only sam wilson in ep1 of tfatws <333

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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

“Hey, I’m just going to step out for today.” You looked up from the doodle you were making on the corner of the paper. “Catch you later? Just find me if you need anything.”

“You okay?” You automatically sat up straighter, blanket creasing under you. Something was amiss in his body language.

“Yeah, just-” He seemed like he was struggling for words. “-Brooklyn.”

You didn’t get what he was making a reference to until it suddenly dawned on you.

It was the codeword he had suggested right at the beginning of your time in the house. If he was in danger you were sure he’d tell you, at least an inkling of information.

But no, this was for some time alone, further confirmed by the distant look in his eyes.

“Oh.” You blinked. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here if you need.”

He gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, turning around and leaving the room.

You were left staring after him, the drawing you were making of the house layout discarded on the bed. You were working on strategies, vantage points- anything that could help in case something went wrong.

Was it because of the dumb ‘moment’ you had shared two days ago? It didn’t seem like it because he hadn’t brought it up at all and God knows you would never. Was it something else that had happened, something you did?

Stop overthinking. He probably just needs a day to himself.

You had spent almost a month in each other’s company and he had never once complained. He had a tendency to be petty about minor inconveniences, like you trying to watch a movie when his favourite segment on the local news channel was going on. He liked the cooking show they hosted.

He had never made it a point to specifically tell you that he needed some time to himself, much less use the word.  

“Get yourself together,” you whispered to yourself, shaking off the nagging feeling you had.

If he had an issue, he would have voiced it. He never shied away from doing that before and you knew he wouldn’t start now.

You forced yourself to think about something else, grabbing the copy of American Gods you had already gone over once before but were subjecting to a reread. Opening the page you had last left it at, you were determined to distract yourself.

Nearly twenty minutes later and exactly zero pages since you had started, you realised that no matter how much you forced yourself to get into it, you went over the same line over and over again, not a single word registering in your head.

“Motherfucker,” you groaned, letting the book fall on your face. You took a long look outside the window, mind drifting.

It was a nice day out. Maybe some sun would help.

You lifted your legs off the bed, taking your book with you to the kitchen. You could get a nice sandwich-- the same as the last three fuckin’ weeks but you digressed-- a glass of water, and you could sit outside for a while. A mini picnic.

You opened a new packet of sliced bread, taking two out before stopping. You pondered over whether you should make him a sandwich for when he returned, knowing that he didn’t eat lunch before he left.

You thought about it for a good minute before rolling your eyes, pulling out two additional slices to make him one as well. It was just a sandwich. It wasn’t a big deal.

Tucking your book under your arm, you carried your lunch and a glass of water to the patio around the back.

The wind rustled the leaves and the sun wasn’t harsh. The low buzz of insects was the only sound that kept you company.

The air was crisp and you instantly felt better than you had all day in the room.

Setting your stuff down on the bench, you sat down, inhaling deeply.

The book suddenly didn’t seem so impossible to complete as you tried once more, slipping into the pages easily. Even after you finished your food, you continued to lounge about there, too engrossed and content to move.

You didn’t notice the afternoon go by, evening coming and going just as swiftly. You swatted at the occasional fly but nothing else bothered you.

It felt like summer break. At least what you thought it would feel like. You never had one, being homeschooled about things from various people in the organization. There wasn’t a singular, long break. You were just forced to adapt.

You didn't know how to deal with the suffocating realisation of knowing there were so many things you missed out on. It grew the longer you spent time away. You just shoved it away, forcing yourself to deal with it another day.

He comes back when the sky is slipping into shades of orange, a backpack on his shoulder. There was a patch of sweat around his neck and his head was hung low as he walked.

“Hey,” you hoped it didn't look like you were waiting for him. It could easily be taken as you camping out there, waiting for your husband to return from a hard day in the fields.

Sam looked up at your greeting. You noted that the bruise on his nose was starting to change colour but the swelling had reduced from how bad it used to be.

“Left you a sandwich on the counter if you’re hungry,” you added. He nodded in acknowledgement, making his way up the stairs and into the house without another word.

You let out an exhale, feeling a little better knowing that he was at least back in one piece. No reason to believe otherwise other than the anxiety you had developed over imagining the worst case scenarios.

You picked up your book again, intending to finish off the last bit before you went back inside for the day.

About half an hour later Sam re-emerged from the house, your attention snapping to him as the door opened and shut. He had changed into a new pair of clothes, looking a little cleaner like he was fresh outta the shower. He had a sandwich in his hand that he had already taken a few bites out of. You wondered if it was the one you left for him.

You didn’t expect him to take a seat next to you on the bench. He didn’t look at you or open his mouth to talk so you followed suit. You continued reading, or at least tried to, as he just sat there, finishing his sandwich without any kind of other interaction.

There was a strange tension he wasn’t addressing. He instead leaned back, arms crossed behind his neck to support his neck and closed his eyes. His foot tapped against the wooden floor and rather than getting annoyed, you found solace in the repetition.

“They recruited me on this day,” Sam said to no one in particular. His eyes were still closed and his feet still tapped against the ground. “Parents died when I was a kid, I got shifted around orphanages and homes a lot. Finally Ransone had someone pick me up.”

You closed your book softly, setting it down beside you. That’s what was bothering him.

Secret adoption is what they called it officially in the business, but around the organization it was just known as the recruitment process. Every record of Sam being alive would have been destroyed to maintain anonymity.

To the world he just… disappeared.

It was a day that clearly brought with it so much pain. You were too young to remember when you joined, and no one had kept track either. You supposed it was for the good.

It was supposed to be a happy day, one filled with new beginnings. Maybe that’s what he would have thought when he got picked. It’s what you did.

“I’m sorry,” you said, not having anything else to offer. You relieved your memories everyday in your head. Having a morbid anniversary of sorts would no doubt drain the life out of you; remembering one singular day that would trigger the rest of the decisions you made in your life.

He didn’t say anything in return. You turned your attention to the sky, finding it easier to look at that than the disturbed look on his face.

“Do you regret this?” he asked out of the blue.

“All of it,” you replied, without skipping a beat.

“Every single one, huh?” Sam’s one eye opened to peer at you.

“It wasn’t up to me to take someone’s life away.” You were just a child. You knew nothing other than what you were taught; so then why was it so fucking hard to forgive your past self for straying into this. “Even once I realised that I couldn’t leave.”

You didn’t form any relationships while you worked with Ransone. Whoever you did allow yourself to care for ended up dead or worse, sometimes as a cruel lesson to not make friends in the organization you worked in because all they served as were distractions and liabilities. Others were plain scum; people who you knew were using you but you didn’t care. The loneliness hurt worse.

“What about you?”

“I’d give anything to go back and change things,” he admitted. He didn’t have a say either. It didn’t make things easier.

“You regret all of ‘em too?”

“Mostly,” he said. “One of them I don’t.”

“That one must have deserved it then,” you deduced. It was the only logical explanation you could think of; the worst of the worst.

“Nah. I let him go.”

It took a while to register what he said.

“What?” You twisted your body to look at him.

“First mission I ever did.”

His hands were shaking lightly, barely holding on to the gun. This wasn’t what he was taught. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.

He had already managed to get his way into the house through the back. His partner had taken care of most of it and Sam only had to knock people out. He hadn’t had to kill anyone yet.

But now his partner was injured outside the door. Quick shot to the leg, a punch in the face and he was out cold. Sam was already in the master bedroom by the time it happened. He had no idea about where his partner was, only the crippling fear of being left alone and the nerves from the threat posed to him if this didn’t go right.

He knew he didn’t have enough time. He had only a few minutes to kill him and get out of there before his family returned.

The man itself was sitting at the study table, his back towards Sam. Just pull the trigger and get out of here. It was deadly silent.

“I know you’re here to kill me,” the man said suddenly. Sam nearly jumped but instead tightened the grip on the gun.

“Stay where you are.” He sounded confident.

“I’m not planning on going anywhere.” His chair swiveled around, letting him face Sam. His hair was white with a beard that matched. He was dressed down in his pajamas, a robe covering him. He didn’t look nervous.

“Stop talking.”

“You’re younger than what I expected,” the man observed, not paying heed to what Sam was in. He was a considerable distance away. “You’re not even legal yet, are you? I got kids, I would know.”

Sam didn’t say a word, only lifted his gun up to align with his forehead. “I said, stop talking.”

“I’ve made mistakes. Several, actually,” he mused, “It’s why your boss sent you here. I’ve accepted my fate.”

“Then it should be easy.”

“Oh, it never is,” the man chuckled. “It doesn’t get lighter. You learn to ignore it but it’ll weigh on you for the rest of your life.”

Sam’s jaw clenched. It would get easier. It had to.

“I doubt that’s what you heard, however,” he continued. “Ransone’s a bit… unstable. It’s in his blood, but you- you don’t look like you could live with it.”

Ransone’s history was well known enough that rival gang leaders knew it too, apparently. The man would have been delighted at his infamous reputation.

Just shoot him. Just shoot him and end this.

“What’s your name?” the man asked, taking a sip from the tumbler he had in his hand. “You’re going to be the last person I talk to. It’d be nice to have a name.”

“Sam,” he whispered, inwardly cursing himself.

“Sam. That’s a strong name,” the man said, clicking the roof of his mouth with his tongue. “Are you sure this is what you want to do, Sam?”

It wasn’t.

“I don’t have a choice.” He hated how defeated he sounded. It was a weakness.

“They want you to believe that. It takes away your freedom. I would know, I’ve used it.” The man smiled, setting down his glass. “I’ll tell you this though, Sam. You always have a choice.”

“Stop talking, man.” Sam pulled the safety off.

“Once you go down this way, there’s no way you can escape. Someone will always have to die; either him or you.”

“That’s not true.” He could leave at any time. He just needed-

“You’ll see for yourself.” The man leaned back on his chair, resigned. “But for now, go ahead. I’ll make it easy for you.”

He simply closed his eyes and sat back.

You waited for Sam to continue.

“Couldn’t do it,” he said, shaking his head lightly. “Son of a bitch got in my head and I knew what he was doing too. Told him to get the fuck out before my partner shot him in the face.”

“Does Ransone know?” You were still reeling from the incident he recounted. You didn't know what else to say.

“Holds it over me every damn day,” he scoffed. “Some fucked up way of saying that I owe him one.”

To be frank, you were surprised Sam was still alive to tell you. Everyone knew that Ransone forgiven the first mistake someone made, but this was huge. If it were anyone else, he would have had someone try out a hundred different ways to push Sam to the brink of death and back; having him begging for the release that death would bring.

“He hasn’t ever cashed in that favour?”

“He did. Had me take out the leader of the Ten Rings after that.”

“So then why did you still continue?”

“I did something extremely dangerous a couple of years ago that he found out about recently. Used that to get me to come for this mission.”

He didn’t elaborate what he meant and you didn’t ask him to. You supposed it was a story for another day. This was heavy enough.

“He wants to get rid of me as much as I want to get away from him, trust me. We’re the weird, toxic relationship those self-help Instagram pages warned you about.” Trust Sam to make a dumb joke during a conversation like this. “Probably the only time someone from the gang let their target go and not died.”

That wasn’t as true as he thought he was but you didn’t want to seem like you were one-upping him. You didn’t want him to think you were making this about you.

“You remember the big break you were talking about?” you tread carefully, gauging his reaction before you continued. “The one that pushed me up the ranks or whatever.”

He gave a small hum of acknowledgement, bringing his hands from behind his head to fold across his chest.

“Similar story, ‘cept Ransone doesn’t know.”

“What?” His eyes shot open. “How?”

“I was so tired of him treating me like a child. Everyone around who joined after me was out there doinghardcore missions and I was stuck with petty shit.” You didn’t know any better. You wished you had. “So he told me if I made it through this one, he’d send me on more.”

This wasn’t your first mission. You had handled hits before, mostly in the shadows, from a distance.

This was different. It was broad daylight, waiting behind a wall near the gated entrance of the house for a car to pull up.

A challenge, Ransone had posed, with strict instructions to do it in broad daylight. If you got out of this undetected, he’d consider sending you on more sophisticated missions.

“Highly stealthy. They’re dangerous,” you were warned. “You won’t know what hit you if you’re caught off your game.”

The low rumble of the car outside the gate alerted you of your target’s arrival. The gates weren’t going to open, the guards were dead.

The car stopped, waiting for the path to open up. When it didn’t the car’s engine slowed to a stop. The man in the driver’s seat got out to open the gate, giving you a clear shot.

You took a deep breath, clenching your eyes shut for a second before taking aim.

The body hit the gravel and you quickly made your way to the car. You could see the woman in the backseat gaping at where the man was standing a few seconds ago. She was struggling against the door, trying to escape.

She finally succeeded, the door opening suddenly as she stumbled over herself trying to get out.

“Stay there,” you commanded. She slowly looked up at you, face white as a sheet.

“Please,” she croaked. “Don’t hurt us.”

“I’m sorry.” You truly were.

Her face changed, dropping the facade immediately. She just looked on in acceptance, not making an effort to move. Manipulative. She almost had you convinced

You held the gun over her, pulling the trigger. A single shot. Her body slumped over.

You stared at her in silence, expressionless. You let out an exhale, tucking the gun back into the waist of your pants, stepping over her body to leave.

A small, staggering breath made you stop in your tracks. It was so slight you barely heard it. You took a step back, trying to trace where it came from.

You ducked your head to peer into the car, your heart stopping. Your hand instinctively reached for your weapon.

“What the-” you muttered, facing a boy who looked only a few years younger than you. He was staring straight ahead, muscles in his jaw tight.

The son wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be abroad, according to the case file. Unless there were two of them you didn’t know about, this boy wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Listen,” you began, but he didn’t look at you. Just stared straight ahead, body trembling. He was scared. He didn’t show it.

“Show no mercy,” Ransone’s voice rang in your head.

“He’s a child,” you murmured to yourself. Your gun felt heavy in your hand.

Show no mercy.

You could only imagine what would be in store for you if you returned to Ransone with some tale of sympathy. This boy was only a few years younger than you. He didn’t have anything to do with this.

Show no mercy.

“Kid,” you called out. He slowly turned his head. “Go on. Get out of here.”

“What?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“Leave. You can’t be seen if someone comes back,” you urged. “I won’t be able to help you.”

“You killed my mom,” he jeered, unmoving.

“I’m sorry. I had to.” Your voice was quiet. Your hand clutched at the hood of the car to keep your balance. “But I don’t want to hurt you. Go.”

When he didn’t shift, you slammed the hood of the car, scaring him enough to pull at the door and stagger out of the car.

You turned your back to him, not waiting to see where he was going. The more deniability you had, the better.

“Did he make it?”

“He did,” you divulged the information you had found out a while ago. It was a messy confrontation to say the least but you got out unscathed.

“And Ransone doesn’t know.”

“There’s no record of this kid. He thinks he was at boarding school.” You shrugged. “Wasn’t going to correct him either.”

“If he did find out-” Sam trailed off.

“I’d be dead,” you concluded. “Being his favourite wouldn’t matter.”

“Why was it such a big deal, this mission?”

“She was a part of a major gang that Ransone was losing to.”

Sam just nodded knowingly, looking ahead again. You knew he’d done missions like this as well. Things like this were common so it didn’t need further elaboration.

“This job sucks,” he let out.

You gave a short laugh. That was an understatement.

“I want out. Can’t keep doin’ this for much longer,” he continued, however, to your surprise. “Don’t wanna keep doin’ this.”

You bit your lip, eyebrows knitted in concern. “You will.”

“How?” You hadn’t seen him like this before, this hint of desperation in his tone that left as quickly as it came. “I’ve tried, everything just comes up short.”

“I’ll help you.” You wanted to, God you did.

“You gonna kill him for me?” He looked at you. “‘Cause that’s really the only way out of this.”

If you were pushed to the limit, if he was on his knees in front of you and there was a gun in your hand pointed at him; would you be able to pull the trigger? Would you be able to kill the only constant you’d had for more than half your life?

“I can’t,” you muttered, dejection making its way into your thoughts.

“I know,” Sam said softly, “I wouldn’t ask you to either.”

You took a moment to observe him. The sun did him good. There was a soft glow to his skin, the colours of the sunset dancing in his dark eyes. Laugh lines were becoming more prominent around them, only adding to its charm.

He was a good man. He deserved better.

“I’ll find a way,” you sounded determined, “I promise.”

You didn’t say that very often. Your word didn’t mean a lot to people in the business, but it seemed to, to him.

“Thank you.” He appeared taken aback but didn’t show it in his words.

You simply sent him a smile, a reassurance. You knew what you had to do, just weren’t sure how.

He was right. There wasn’t a way out of it other than the one he proposed, but it wasn’t an option. You had to find another.

You would. You’d figure it out.

“It’s Cinnamon, by the way,” he said without any context.

You looked at him in question.

“My embarrassing nickname.” This was not where you saw the conversation heading but you were delighted all of a sudden. “My ma used to call me that all the damn time. Mortifying.”

“Cinnamon and Buttercup.” You didn’t bother hiding the grin that spread across your face. “World’s best assassins.”

“If that name ever leaves this conversation, I’ll know who to murder.”

“You couldn’t even if you tried,” you said playfully, nudging his shoulder.

He shrugged, face relaxed. “T’was worth a shot.”

An unintentional pun you snickered at. You didn’t tease him any further, just filed the name away as a memory. Maybe you’d use it later.

“Have you ever let anyone go after that?” You didn’t want to keep coming back to this conversation but you liked having someone to relate to.

“No.” Sam shook his head. “Didn’t want to test my luck.”

“Me too.” One had been enough. You lived in fear for so long, waiting for someone to pull the plug and tell him what you’d done. That fear only grew everyday, finding a place at the deepest corner of your mind to fester.

“It’s what I meant when I said Serpentine had a motive to want me dead,” Sam said, piquing your interest once more.

“Huh?”

“The man I was supposed to kill- he was their old head. He disappeared after that and no one heard from him but it pissed off everyone, right from Ransone to their stupid gang’s janitor,” he explained, your eyes going wide with every word. “So the irony is, if we’re right, I might have led us into this situation. They’re looking for revenge.”

“Holy shit,” you uttered under your breath.

“I just assumed he died of old age if someone didn’t get to him first. He looked like he was one birthday away from the grave anyway.”

“How are you still alive, Sam?” you asked in wonder.

“I’d do it again.” He laughed, a deep one from his stomach.

He was reckless, clearly. Happily and unashamedly so. And if you continued to hang out with him after this was over, he’d probably get you killed in some stunt or two.

But maybe you’d deal with that if the time came. 

He leaned back again, this time no creases on his forehead from stress. He looked at peace.

You sat together in silence. You occasionally stole glances at him as the sun set in front of you, a small smile on your face.

You leaned your head on his shoulder tentatively. You could feel him tilt his head to look at you and you prepared to have him ask you to move.

It never came. Instead, he scooted closer to you, letting you rest against him more comfortably. Your heart skipped a beat; barely but surely. 

A realisation quickly hit you, suddenly before consuming you. Your stomach sank.  

“Fuck.”

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What’s Their Name Again? (Miya Atsumu x GenderNeutral!Reader)

Summary: In which Miya Atsumu quickly becomes infatuated with you and hits someone in the face with a volleyball because of it.

Word Count: 4,877

Warnings/Genre: fluff, the slightest bit of angst, cute stuff :) no warnings except maybe swearing and osamu and atsumu being argumentative twins lol

Notes: I posted this on ao3 yesterday and now it's here! I could not get this idea out of my head and just had to write it! Please let me know if you like it! I love to hear your feedback! <3

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The first time Miya Atsumu saw you was in his first year of high school. He had been walking onto the court to play a game at the Spring Interhigh Nationals when his wandering eyes fell on your own. He couldn’t even remember the other team’s name he was about to face. However, he could remember the deep blue and gold tracksuit you were wearing a couple of courts over. He practically stopped in his tracks as he watched you talk to a manager from another team.

Your eyes shined brightly and the smile that graced your lips had him reeling. Needless to say, he was rather speechless with your angelic appearance. The stadium was too loud to hear the laughter that came out of your mouth, but he was sure it was perfect. His eyes scoured over your body, looking you up and down.

Wow, he thought, tempted to watch you for as long as he could, before something bumped into him.

His eyes were dragged away mercilessly from your figure and to his brother’s.

Miya Atsumu groaned loudly as he looked at his gray-haired twin. His frustration boiled over easily as if in too small of a pot and it resulted in him chasing after Osamu until Kita gave him a look that told him to behave. Oh, yeah, we are at nationals…

“Tch,” He mumbled before looking back at you. Or at least, where you had been standing.

You were gone.

And he was too entranced by your looks to see what school you went to. Atsumu looked back to his team and held in a groan as he forced himself to focus on the game that was soon to start.

~~

The next time Miya Atsumu was graced with your appearance was during the Winter Interhigh for his second year of high school. His team had once again made it to nationals, and it seemed yours had too.

In fact, you were currently standing opposite him on court B, while he stretched out his limbs.

You seemed much more confident in yourself than last year. The small, nervous blush that was permanent on your cheeks last year was gone. Your hair was shorter than before, no longer hiding over half your face, and it made you look way too good.

He stared at you as your team ran around the small court.

Tanuki High, he read off the jerseys.

Although he wasn’t happy to be facing off against your team on the first round of nationals, he tried to look at the bright side. He could impress you.

He found himself frequently looking at you as he warmed up, hoping you were looking at him. However, his now blond hair didn’t even help him stand out in a crowd. Rather than looking at the gorgeous setter that he was, you were looking at a player from your own team.

The boy had short black hair and green eyes. He had a smirk practically plastered onto his face and it made Atsumu want to hit him. Not a punch that could make his precious hands and knuckles bleed, but maybe a swift kick or elbow of the stomach.

He could not figure out why you were looking at that other guy so much. From what he could tell, the green-eyed bastard was also a setter and much worse compared to his own skill.

Atsumu groaned as he watched you look at that idiot with such a kind smile. He hated how beautiful he thought you looked and how much he craved for you to look at him that way.

And I don’t even know your name, he thought.

Once again, Atsumu was torn away from you by his brother.

“You like ‘em?” He asked, nudging Atsumu and looking at you.

Atsumu didn’t reply and simply walked away.

“Ah, so you do?” Osamu pestered, becoming that much more incessant.

“Shut it,” The blond twin spat back, “I need to practice my sets, toss them to me.”

Osamu didn’t bother to say anything else and simply followed along.

~~

It was about halfway through the game when Atsumu’s blood began to boil.

Tanuki High was not a bad school. They had a great defense and an ace who practically shut them out. However, Atsumu was able to keep calm and levelheaded until he saw you looking at that black-haired setter.

For most of the game, you had been dutifully noting down every point, block, and whatnot. It helped that you weren’t staring and giggling at the setter like before. Except, as everyone shifted positions and Atsumu moved to serve, he watched the opposite setter move to be standing closest to you.

Back left, Atsumu thought.

He watched attentively as the green-eyed boy looked at your sweetly and waved.

You waved back shyly.

Atsumu saw the other setter mouth something he couldn’t hear and your face went red immediately before you giggled.

The blond groaned as he took his steps back. When he looked up, you were still smiling like an idiot at the other setter. The referee whistled, signaling that it was okay for Atsumu to serve. He didn’t even bother silencing the cheer team, subconsciously knowing it would draw attention to him. He ran forward, jumping just in time, and smacked the volleyball as hard as he could.

It took less than a second for the ball to connect directly with the black-haired bastard’s face.

The referee once again blew his whistle and multiple people rushed over to check if he was okay.

Smirking, Atsumu walked up to his brother who was standing at the front as said, “Serves him right for not paying attention.” He knew he was an ass, he knew it was a little much to purposefully do a jump serve right into someone’s face, but it was a split-second decision.

Osamu chuckled and Atsumu felt a sense of pride rush through his veins until he saw your eyes snap up at him.

Like any manager would, you had rushed over to check on the player. His nose was bleeding and tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

When you heard that comment from the blond you had just served, you looked up in disgust at him. Your eyes held a fury that was rarely seen and Atsumu stepped back tentatively.

“You monster. How dare you,” You spat at Atsumu with venom dripping from your voice.

Atsumu could barely pay attention as he watched you usher the setter out of the gym and most likely to the infirmary.

Well, that backfired, he thought, now missing your kind presence that previously filled the gym.

The game ended quickly after that, Tanuki High being low in spirits. Although Atsumu wasn’t that much better either.

His heart felt like it ripped apart as you came back just in time to see your team lose. You were not accompanied by the setter and sadly shook your head as he watched the coach ask you a question.

Was my serve really that strong? He questioned as you sat down.

Atsumu simply followed the motions as he perfectly set the ball to Aran and watched closely for any possible blocks. It didn’t matter though.

He heard the smack of Aran’s powerful serve hitting the floor before he registered much and the ref's whistle blow.

End game.

He watched you calmly put your clipboard down before looking up to meet his eyes.

There was still so much anger in your eyes, but you hardly looked at him, barely spared him a glance, before going up to the players and hugging each and every one of them.

Atsumu stared at you with a foreign feeling. It felt different than the jealousy that ran through his veins when he saw you talking with that black-haired idiot from before. This feeling made him feel empty, but at the same time made him crave to fill that hole with your smile.

Oh, that gorgeous smile. You had lips that he would beg for a chance to kiss. The perfect shade of pink that matched perfectly against your skin tone to the slight laughter lines. Your smile was not joyful currently, it was more so filled with a pity directed at the volleyball players, a sorry attempt to cheer up the players.

He knew he should, but the second-year was way too nervous to actually go up and apologize to you. However, after a small cheer he shared with his team, Kita and Aran did force him to go and bow and apologize to the entire team.

“I’m very sorry for hitting your teammate. Please give him my sincere apology and know it was never my intention to hit anyone,” He partially lied, while bowing down to a 90-degree angle. He flashed a remorseful smile directed at you in hopes for pity.

You had none.

~~

Atsumu did not see you during the Spring Interhigh National games. He didn’t know if it was because your team did not make nationals or if you just didn’t cross paths. Regardless, he didn’t want you to see him lose in only the second round and was grateful for the absence.

~~

Atsumu finally saw you again at the Winter Interhigh National games.

Your tracksuit somehow fit even better than in years passed and Atsumu almost immediately walked up to you because of how profoundly gorgeous you looked.

However, what stopped him was the black-haired idiot. Or more so the lack of him.

He must have been a third-year, Atsumu thought as he watched you talk to the players. He was quite sure you were giving them an endearing and powerful speech. The passion and fire in your eyes outshined everything else. He absolutely adored how passionately you looked. If he looked closely, he would have noticed that you were also teary-eyed.

Atsumu continued to watch over you as he debated what to do. He was more confident than he was before, confident enough to walk up to you and ask for your number.

But what if you aren’t single? He thought, knowing full well that the alumni setter had flirted so freely with you and most likely asked you out.

“Stop being such a wuss.”

Atsumu looked away from you and to his brother.

“You have been looking at ‘em since our first year,” Osamu reasoned.

“No, I have not!” Atsumu countered, ready to hit his brother in the head.

Osamu barely ducked away in time from the attack before laughing, “Yeah, and you totally didn’t hit that guy in the face with a volleyball last year because he was flirting.”

Atsumu groaned, knowing that he was right. “Shut up, ‘Samu.”

“Whatever,” Osamu replied. “Just don’t come crying to me when you finally work up the courage and can no longer find ‘em.” His brother shrugged and walked away to go and talk to Suna.

Atsumu immediately turned his head around, worried you would be gone like before. He would theoretically only have one more chance to see you, that was if your team even made it to nationals. Atsumu groaned, knowing Osamu was right.

You were currently kneeling on the ground by the back wall and packing up some things in a bag, getting ready for your team’s game to begin. With most of your team busy warming up on the court, it gave Atsumu his best chance to talk to you privately. Most of his team was also leaving the court so none of those idiots would interrupt him either.

Before he could even think about what to say, his legs began approaching you. He inched close and closer but stopped when he was about five feet away and simply watched you.

Shit, what the fuck am I supposed to say?

“Can I help you?” You asked, looking up at him, worrying that he was going to be one of the many volleyball players from a different school that simply asked you out because they didn’t have their own team manager. You had a suspicious look on your face that heavily juxtaposed the sweet smile you gave all the players in Tanuki High.

“Oh, uh,” Atsumu stumbled over his words, not realizing you would notice him. He tentatively stepped closer, suddenly much more anxious than he was a few moments ago. However, he also found your confidence and bratty attitude so goddamn attractive. “I’m uh—"

“Oh!” You stood up from the kneeling position you had been in and pointed at the blond. “You’re Miya Atsumu, right?” Your eyes scanned his features and he wondered if you knew him from his noticeable, sunken eyes and bleached hair.

Atsumu immediately felt his face heat up, something he had yet to experience in his academic career. Despite being sought after by many people from his own high school, those people only liked him for his talent.

He never cared much for people who couldn’t befriend him for his personality but were happy to ogle him while he played. Nevertheless, he also still found himself enjoying their praises while he played.

Any of the people he tried to date in the past, a whopping three people, ended up breaking up with him because of his personality. The explanations ranged from him being too loud to being too obsessed with volleyball.

Either way, he was much more cautious than before, and yet you still grabbed his attention and made him want to learn more about you.

Atsumu would have looked away from you and toward the ground, except your eyes were sparkling too brightly for him to possibly miss a second. Fuck, he thought as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Y-you know me?” He finally asked. He pointed to himself in shock, eyes wide and unsure of himself.

“How could I forget the number #1 setter who hit Tadashi Kou in the face with a volleyball?” You ecstatically spoke, leaning back casually onto the wall and smiling with a confidence that made Atsumu’s heart rate increase.

Atsumu figured you were talking about the setter from last year, especially because he did not make it a habit to hit people with volleyballs. However, your voice, although not dripping with honey, did not have any anger in it as it did previously. He thought that if you remembered him for that, then you would be more upset with him. Your blatant compliment told him differently.

Regardless, Atsumu found himself sheepishly rubbing the back of his head and apologizing. “Yeah, sorry again about that,” He mumbled, looking down to the floor.

“Don’t apologize,” You waved him off, sheepishly scratching at the side of your face for making him feel bad.

“Oh! Um, but why?” He asked, silently thankful. The conversation wasn’t flowing perfectly, it was filled with awkward pauses and exclamations, but that was better than nothing. In fact, Atsumu wondered if your awkwardness was because you liked him, the same way his awkwardness was because he found your more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. He reminded himself not to jump to conclusions, a normal person would not fall that fast and he was only beginning to understand his own feelings.

“Tadashi Kou is an asshole,” You swore. “That bastard totally deserved it.” Your voice echoed itself from that day last year. Except, almost angrier. It dripped with a fury Atsumu was unfamiliar with and he was glad he didn’t hear you speak this exact way to him last year.

“Oh,” Atsumu awkwardly replied, not quite sure what to say. What did he do to you? He wanted to ask but feared stepping over a boundary.

“I suppose you are wondering why,” You mumbled more so to yourself.

They know me so well, Atsumu thought, well aware that anyone would think that. However, he decided to let himself dream a little bit more, relish the good feelings he got from talking to you.

Even just your voice was gorgeous. From the way it dripped with honey as you talked to your teammates to the excitedness behind it when you guessed who he was. Even the sassiness and anger that your voice held at certain times made him shiver in new ways.

He realized how much he liked a confident person. No person who had shown interest in him before was the confident or teasing type. They were all confident enough to confess to him, but not confident enough to stop him if he was doing something dumb. Which was rather frequent, unfortunately. But your confidence made him hopeful that you would be willing to joke around with him and stop him when he was going too far. He found himself grinning wildly at just how quickly he was falling for you.

When you looked up at him, he realized his mistake. His eyes were glued to you, but he was thinking of something completely different and you definitely noticed.

Shit, I must look like an idiot. How long have I been not saying anything?

The smile on his face was wiped away because of his nerves and he was sure his face was red. “Uhh, yeah, but I don’t want to make you,” He mumbled back, wanting to forget about this awkward instance. However, your sparkling eyes looking directly at him with such curiosity made it almost worth it.

“Well, the whole world should know he’s an ass,” You replied, shrugging your shoulders, and moving so gracefully that no one would realize the swear that came out of your mouth. “He cheated on me if you must know.” Your voice was flat and blatant.

“Oh, shit,” Atsumu replied without thinking.

“Yeah,” You shot back.

Atsumu wanted to say something, anything, to cover up the silence that quickly took over your conversation. He moved closer to you, now only being a couple of feet away. “Well, I knew he was an ass from the beginning, so…” He trailed off, not sure what his point was.

You, however, still sputtered out a laugh that made his heart skip a beat. Once your chuckles died down, you looked up at the blond with a glint in your eyes that anyone would realize was flirtatious. “Oh really? And what made you hit him in the first place? I assumed it was an accident.”

Atsumu scoffed, replying quickly with, “What makes you think it wasn’t an accident?”

You scoffed back, equally as quick-witted, “Because I’ve seen you play. Coach made me watch hours’ worth of videos when we were going to play you last year, so I know you pride yourself on your serves. You wouldn’t try to hit someone unless provoked, especially because it would make it seem like you didn’t have almost perfect control over your serves. So, I just assumed it was a freak accident.”

Atsumu smirked, “You watch me that much, huh?” On this inside, he was screaming. He was going absolutely feral. You were way too much, and he was about ready to ask for your hand in marriage.

You simply shrugged once more. However, Atsumu, who was watching you intently saw you smirk at him. “So, was it an accident?”

Atsumu smiled and shook his head.

Your smile somehow widened. “And are you gonna tell me what provoked you to hit him?” You wanted to know so bad. What could possibly make Miya Atsumu forgo professionality?

Atsumu, who was busy staring at you, slightly shook his head to bring him back to focus. “You really want to know?” He asked, moving even closer to you, and forcing you to look up at him to meet his eyes. The angle was rather perfect, it gave him an ideal view of your face and he was so tempted to lean in and kiss you.

Either he was an idiot, or you were flirting with him. And he was really hoping you were flirting with him.

Atsumu smirked boldly and you visibly swallowed and tried your best not to breathe completely in his face.

“I do,” You breathed out, barely trusting your voice.

Atsumu hummed low in his throat, an action he knew worked well in getting a rise out of people. “Well,” He leaned back slightly, giving him some more room to talk. “You’re right that I pride myself on my serves. However, I’m not so prideful that I wouldn’t intentionally hit an idiot in the face. In fact, I have a lot of practice aiming my serves directly at my brother's head.”

He paused and smiled joyfully as you shot your hand up to your mouth and laughed. However, your laughter died abruptly stopped as the blond setter once again leaned forward. This time, he put his left arm against the wall behind you, effectively trapping you in closer than ever to him. Atsumu felt lucky that there were a lot of people in the stadium, making it easy for him to hide. Just imagining his team mocking him for this moment almost made him regret it.

He looked into your eyes, so innocent and simply looking directly at him. What he would give to hear your thoughts right now…

“You never told me what made you hit him,” You finally spoke, your throat dry, but still determined to know why.

“If you must know,” Atsumu spoke, looking directly at you and tentatively licking his lips. Your eyes shined with intrigue and your lips were slightly parted. As a last-second decision, Atsumu leaned forward again, brushing his lips against your right ear. He gently breathed out, noting how you shivered easily against his actions. “I couldn’t help myself when I saw how he was flirting with you.”

He was lightheaded.

It was very unlike him to act like this.

Sure, he thought about how to flirt with people, but actually doing it was different. In fact, the last person he dated laughed in his face when he tried to flirt.

He was sure you were about to do the same.

Except, you didn’t shake with laughter. You gasped and turned your head just slightly to meet Atsumu’s eyes as he moved away from your ear. He could feel the heat radiating off your face and see the light blush on your cheeks.

Atsumu smirked, hiding his own nerves. He was so ecstatic with your reaction, but at the same time anxious to see how you would reply.

“Fuck,” He heard you swear. It was so quiet as if coming out as a meek breath. He wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t so close to you still.

Being so close to you felt suffocating at this point. The air was hot and the temptation to lean down and kiss you was way too high. He wanted to take this slow, at least for now. Atsumu slowly pulled back, just enough so the air he was breathing was no longer yours as well.

Quickly, you looked down at your feet and fumbled with your hands.

“Don’t look away,” Atsumu sadly whined. He wanted to see your face and your reaction.

“But you made me nervous,” You whined back, causing Atsumu to smile wildly.

“So cute,” He simply spoke before moving his hand to gently cup your chin. He tilted your head up and smiled kindly at you. He could tell you were just as nervous as him and hoped his actions didn’t intimidate you.

You looked into his eyes expectantly. You weren’t sure what he would want from you. Unlike people from his school, you didn’t know much about him. You knew he was popular though. At least, a popular athlete. You clearly remembered the multiple women who cheered for him and held up signs for him during games.

You wondered if he was only flirting with you for fun. Or maybe he was hoping you would entertain him for the night. However, the idea of him literally hitting someone in the head with a volleyball simply because they were flirting with you made you think it might be something more.

However, the long, pregnant pause that had you both reeling in nerves and teenage feelings was stopped when your name was called.

You looked over, Atsumu’s head also turning when yours did.

Your face met the face of one of the first years. A sweet boy with pale, blond hair. He still had a little baby fat on his face, but he was quickly becoming an excellent player despite his innocence and cheerfulness.

Those factors made this moment all the more awkward.

Atsumu’s left arm tucking you into the wall and his right hand holding your chin. He towered over you in a way that made this look even worse.

You gulped down the lump in your throat. “Yes, Watanabe-kun?”

“The game is starting soon, and Coach wanted to talk to you,” He mumbled, his eyes only looking into yours, too nervous to look anywhere else.

“I’ll be there soon, okay?” You replied. Atsumu hadn’t moved in the slightest. He simply only watched Watanabe like he was a potential threat.

The first year nodded and jogged away.

You turned back to look at Atsumu how met your eyes. “So,” You mumbled.

“So,” Atsumu repeated as your voice died down into nothing.

“I have to go,” You finally added.

“You have to go.”

It was clear that you were both reluctant to separate. Atsumu didn’t want to move because he worried that you would leave and he would not see you again.

“Can I have your number?” You finally asked, surprising Atsumu.

“Um,” He finally pulled back and looked down. He tapped at his shorts, realizing he was still in his jersey. No pockets, no phone. “Do you have your phone on you?”

“Yeah,” You replied, and moved down to the bag you had been previously packing up. You unzipped the small, front pocket which helps your phone, and a small first-aid kit.

You quickly unlocked it and opened up to add a contact. You handed your phone to Atsumu and watched as he put in his number. You expected him to simply hand your phone back to you, but he suddenly moved to phone up high. He looked into the lens, smiled, and held up a peace sign before taking a photo of himself.

When he handed you back the phone, you saw he not only added a photo but also entered in his name. TsumTsum <3

“TsumTsum?” You questioned, looking up into the blond with an inquiring look.

Atsumu sighed and flopped around rather humorously. He acted like he couldn’t control his arms and whined out, “I thought it was cute!”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t!” You shot back, laughing at his actions.

Atsumu whined again, “Then why did you look at me like that?”

You simply shrugged, a beautiful smile on your face as you looked down at your phone and typed something out. Once done, you showed him your fine.

‘Hi TsumTsum <3’

Atsumu smiled proudly at the text.

“There, now you should have my number too,” You explained before tucking your phone away into your back. “Hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled at Atsumu and gave him a quick wink before turning away and walking over to your team.

Atsumu smiled happily, so glad he was finally able to talk to you. In a haze, he finally left the gym and walked down the hall to where his team was supposed to meet up. Most of them were sitting around the small area, either on their phones or trying to sleep.

Atsumu had already given them a short speech about how they played today so they had most of the day free until after dinner when they would watch the recording of them playing and go over it with their coach.

Atsumu plopped himself down onto the ground next to his bad and Osamu. He immediately chugged his water and grabbed his phone out of his bag.

He giddily unlocked his phone to look at the text you sent him. His noise made his brother look over his shoulder and to his brother’s phone.

“Oh, did you get their number?” Osamu asked, turning around to see Atsumu’s phone more clearly.

Atsumu immediately moved to hide his phone. “Yes,” He abruptly replied before looking back to his phone and moving to add you to his contacts. However, as Atsumu’s fingers hovered over his keyboard, he realized something. “I didn’t get their name,” He spoke, looking up to Osamu as if he would have a solution.

The gray-haired twin immediately began laughing at his brother.

“Shut up, ‘Samu!” Atsumu exclaimed, moving to kick his brother.

Osamu hardly dodged his brother’s attack, unable to move swiftly from laughing so hard. “You’re such an idiot, ‘Tsumu!” Osamu said in between his laughs as he moved over to get to Suna.

Atsumu groaned loudly and turned to be by himself. He looked down at his phone, debating what to put as your contact.

Would it be too weird to put a pet name, he wondered.

Finally, after debating for some time, he decided to simply put your contact names as ‘Baby’.

Maybe I’ll change it once I know their name, he reasoned before turning back to his team and interjecting himself into Suna and Osamu’s conversation.

He never did change it though.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #miya #miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu #atsumu fanfiction #miya osamu #suna rintarou #kita shinsuke

[gumnut-logic]

Thunderfam Appreciation Post

I’m giving this a new post to prevent scroll city, but the original and several reblogs can be found by clicking the above link. Also, it’s an excuse to post a piccy of Virg cos any excuse, really :D

Many thanks to @willow-salix for writing this question list :D

Before I start, I just want to say that I value every member of this fandom. I’m often hopeless at communicating in group settings so I don’t speak to many peeps, but that is my failing, not anyone else’s. You are an amazing group and you have supported me and each other just brilliantly over the last nearly three years that I have been hanging with you guys. Thank you ever so much for all your wonderful support and encouragement. I’ve had so much fun and created so much stuff…you guys are amazing. Thunderfam rock!

Please note that my memory is pathetic and I will fail to mention everyone. Please do not take any offence if you aren’t listed below. That does not mean I don’t value you, I do, it just means I have swiss cheese between my ears.

-o-o-o-

Your favourite writer of your favourite boy.

@i-am-chidorixblossom  You are a whumper and comforter after my soul. You speak the Virg :D @vegetacide I adore your turn of phrase and your description is to die for.

The person who's stories you will always read.

I try to read most fics that come across my dash, but there are a few that have me jumping up and down. @i-am-chidorixblossom , @vegetacide , @tsarinatorment , @scribbles97 , @the-lady-razorsharp , @janetm74 Of course, I regularly fail at this as some of you write a huge amount of fic and I am often playing catch up, but fic!

Who wrote the first fic you read in this fandom.

I landed on FF.net back in May 2018. I immediately ran into @the-lady-razorsharp who I knew from another fandom ten years prior and she was absolutely wonderful, drawing me in and introducing me around. I gobbled up several of her fics in the process.

Person you can talk to for the longest without a break.

I am hard to get started, persistence is required, but once started, it is usually hard to shut me up. @scribbles97 @vegetacide and @tsarinatorment have all discovered that. Dangle a Virg, a plotline and stand back.

Person you can't be trusted to be left alone with.

Um, @vegetacide and I have plotted out the entirety of Warm Rain together…poor Virg. Add @the-lady-razorsharp into the equation and Virgil ends up with a beard, dressed in leather and riding a Harley – that was a hilarious evening.  Between @tsarinatorment and @janetm74 Virgil gets grey hairs and has to go rescue Scott – because Scott inevitably ends up in the story :D  @scribbles97 gets the blame for Gentle Rain – expand your horizons she said ::headdesk:: But then there was the time I left one random line about Eos visiting Virgil in the shower and went to bed. I woke up to hilarity and chaos as Thunderfam took the idea and ran with it! Love you guys :D

Person whose fic made you cry the most.

I know there were at least two fics that made me cry, but for the life of me I can’t identify them. I did cry writing my own fic – Flannel – and don’t tend to reread it for that reason. Purupuss traumatised me with A Quiet Day to the point I had to put it down and walk away for a bit ::wails::

Person whose fic made you laugh the most.

I have no idea. I know there are fic out there and I know I’ve read it, but without a complete list of everything I’ve read, I don’t have a clue.

Person whose fic made you think the most.

Aaaargh, I don’t have a master list so can’t remember everything. Staring at my paltry favourites list on FF.net (which was mostly gathered three years ago and never maintained), Purupuss’ ‘Brothers in Arms’ and her whole Quiet series has me wanting to write a Scott-Virgil telepathic fic (and she has given me permission to run with the idea, I just haven’t actioned it yet). Counterpoint by Swallow and Amazon is amazing and likely contributed to Sotto Voce.

Person you have laughed with the most.

I’m really not liking this ultimate one person idea. I’ve laughed with a lot of people in this fandom. I’ve candy cannoned a bunch of you as well :P There has been mad plot cackling, evil conspiring, fic written to stir pots and delight on purpose. Hell, I’ve even written fic that was purposefully a giant virtual hug because I’m so far away that even if half the world wasn’t in isolation, I couldn’t hug most of you. Sure, I talk with some of you more than others, and there is laughter in those chats…oh, god, so much cackling, poor, poor Tracy boys. But then there are also so many smiles both vocalised and not. Thunderfam is one of my happy places. Bring on the belly laughs :D

Your comfort fic that you'll go back and read again on a bad day.

I will often resort to my own fic when I’m really down simply because it helps me get to sleep :D and it is kinda tailored to me ::grins::  (and my memory is that bad I often forget what I wrote anyway – yes, it is that bad) But there are also a few on my FF.net favourites list. Mostly hurt/comfort in a Virg flavour. Cheesycheese, nhsweetcherry, A Small Rescue by Nalina, Breathe Easy and Under the Weather by @loopstagirl – several of hers, in fact – the Virg ones :D Pretty much anything that has Virg fainting and being looked after apparently :D Chiddi and Veggie fic, of course.

Favourite piece of fan art.

I have never been so honoured by artists before. This fandom has some amazing skills and I have been gifted some beautiful works. You guys are amazing (I keep saying it like a broken record, but you are).

Again, I’m stuck on having to list one and I can’t. I think Fanart Appreciation Month in January pretty much summed up my opinion.

Who have you known the longest in the fandom.

@the-lady-razorsharp followed by @vegetacide both wonderful peeps. I can’t miss out on @weirdburketeer either for her amazing support almost from day one.

Favourite OC.

I have to say that I really enjoy reading about Ray from @i-am-chidorixblossom ‘s fics :D He is so gentle and kind and just ::sigh:: Virg likes him lots :D Selene by @willow-salix is, of course, a major presence in the fandom and amazingly written. @hedwigstalons ‘ Claire is lovely.

Person who supports your work the most.

The Thunderfam? There have been some wonderful people who support all the time. @hedwigstalons  @cg29 @janetm74 @weirdburketeer in particular have been amazing support liking and commenting on just about everything I write. I honestly don’t know how they do it. Plus several peeps over on FF.net and Ao3 who support me over there.

And then there are the poor souls who put up with me in chat and listen to my wibblies and whining and character checks and field random chunks of writing that get thrown their way. @scribbles97 @vegetacide @the-lady-razorsharp  @tsarinatorment @i-am-chidorixblossom @onereyofstarlight @godsliltippy  @willow-salix @janetm74 all have had random passages thrown at them at all times of the day and night by a crazy me begging for feedback. Does this work? Is this in character? Am I insane? What the hell is Scott doing? Is this John??? I give up, tell me what to do? Virgil is driving me insane! So, um, yeah

Person who's progress you are the most proud of.

I love those peeps who appear in fandom who start off poking around commenting and generally being lovely and then all of a sudden get out their own pens and start writing and they are frickin’ amazing! Both @janetm74 and @hedwigstalons come to mind in this department. Like holy cow – ‘here is my first fic and I’m not sure’ ::reads it:: Omigod! Where did you come from? That was amazing. Sit down here now, keep doing that writing thing, bloody hell! I think being brave enough to pick up a pen and join in is a major thing :D

Person who's story you think is underrated and should be read by more people.

If I find fic I like, I reblog it and shout about it. What I like is definitely skewed in a Virgil direction and this dictates often what I’m going to read first. I can’t reblog what I haven’t read. So, this equation will always be skewed by ‘reasons I haven’t read a fic’ which mostly involves either Virgil or the fact I’m juggling RL. So, my answer to this is if I think a fic needs to be shouted about, I shout about it.

Something you think people would say about you.

She’s nutty.

Silliest 'thing' you do with someone.

I’ve been known to write fic on the fly directly into chat windows to try and distract peeps going through shitty times.

Favourite pairing you now Stan because of someone's fic.

Virgil/Kayo because of @vegetacide for reasons I have blamed her for multiple times. @the-lady-razorsharp and @weirdburketeer were accessories to the fact.

Favourite headcanon from someone's fic.

Um, Virgil and coffee? I got that from somewhere and it has infiltrated my fic…a lot.

Ultimately, though, I feel most people I interact with contribute to my fic and how I’m feeling. This has been a wonderful experience. I try to return the support as much as I can, but sometimes it is a juggle between writing more, my stupid fluctuating mood, the demands of RL and my own creative drive. I hope I’ve helped a few peeps, because you guys have certainly helped me ::major group hug::

And yes, I hug a lot, because to be honest, I have no other descriptor to communicate how I feel, so you get buckets of hugs :D

Tagging the Thunderfam. Feel free to grab these questions and run with them. You’re all part of the gang whether you write, read, art, gif, screenshot, chat, babble, stare at Virgil all day...I know I do a lot of staring.

Nutty

(Thunderfam rocks!)

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderfam #thunderfam rock

[whatshername-please]

Out of the Water - Chapter V

Synopsis: You were very proud to be a mermaid, thank you very much. You didn’t want to be where the people were. Actually, you’d rather avoid it. Defending the merfolk was the biggest goal in your life… well, it was until you meet a certain pirate… it seems that your family really had a thing for humans, after all. Not that you’d ever admit it…

Pairing: Harry x reader

Word count: 4514

Part 5 of ?

Warnings: none? Possibly grammar mistakes? Also, some cuss words

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so I’ll probably mess up some tenses, grammar and stuff. Go easy on me, please. Feedback is always appreciated.

               The sun was fading away in the horizon and soon it would be dark and, as you walked, you wondered why everything in this damned kingdom had to be so far away? Didn't they have magic carpets or something like that? Besides, since it was getting darker by the second, the sense of urgency was growing too. You had the feeling that Audrey was just playing with you - she obviously knew where you were, so why she didn't make a move yet? It was like a cat and mouse game and you were the mice heading towards a trap. Also, Mal having the Amber did not put your mind at ease since you didn't have the advantage.

You were literally entering to the lion's lair willingly.

"What happened between you and Hook?" You raised an eyebrow and Evie, who had come to talk to you, explained. "We heard the screaming. I know he can be difficult to deal with, but soon we'll all be in Auradon together".

Evie was way too good for this world, wasn't she? You didn't have the heart to contradict her or tell the atrocity the pirate had done to you.

"I know, sweetie. Don't worry, I'll try to be civil, even if the person in question is an utterly jerk who deserves a punch".

She sighed, looking almost disappointed. Obviously, you didn't give the answer she was hoping for but honestly, what was she expecting from you? Moreover, your response was nice enough, considering Harry was annoying and a water thief.  

"That's a beginning, I suppose. But I think we can work on the aggressive attitude, though" she said with a shrug.

Oh, maybe you should have skipped the punching part... If she thought that was violent, you hoped she never found out that you almost chopped Harry's finger off, then.

As the time passed you grew impatient, it was already night and no one was in a chatty mood anymore. As for you, you've never wished for a day to end so fast and, on top of that, something else was bothering you and it was not the perspective of facing Psycho Audrey. Maybe it was the fact that once everything was over, Mal would let the kids off the Isle (it was what she had promised, after all). However, as much as you want to believe her, you had your doubts. Either way, nothing would ever be the same.

Finally, you arrived at Fairy Cottage and crossed the garden very quietly, trying not to draw attention to yourselves. When you finally got at the building, Ben burst the door open.

Great way to go unnoticed.

However, in the end, it didn't matter because Audrey wasn't there and your little journey had been a waste of time, thereby she was still on the loose and you had no one idea where she could be or what she was planning to do (but whatever it was, it would be unpleasant). Suddenly, the sound of a bustling knock filled the air startling everybody.  Ben followed the source of the disturbence and discovered a very scared Chad locked in the pantry.

The poor thing looked completely distressed and hysterical and, soon after, he mumbled some nonsense and rushed off without a second thought.

"Well, at least he is pretty" you said out loud. How Cinderela could have had such a foolish son was beyond your comprehension, but his golden locks made up for the lack of discernment.

Harry laughed and the clumsy encounter with Chad lifted everyone's spirit and, when you left the Cottage, there weren't Mal's gang or Uma's crew anymore, just friends trying to save the world. Even if you were all doomed; at least you'd end up things in good terms.

Yeah, that's what you naively thought.

Evie told Ben about Mal's promise and apparently Mal had had other plans that she didn't bother sharing with anyone: she was going to close the barrier for good. No more in, no more out.

Nothing serious or extreme.

No reason to freak out...

Holly shit!

You felt like a fool!

Just to think that you gave your word to Harry and Gil that Ben wouldn't do that! You were so mad that you couldn't even talk and it never happened before! Also, you didn't have the heart to face Uma, not after you said to her things were changing for the better. You knew how Uma pretended to be tough, but right now her spirit had been shattered...

Harry confronted Ben about the lie and you thought he'd lose his shit and gut someone, but he just looked completely broken, like someone had taken away his will to fight. Even though Harry and Uma knew pain and betrayal, they didn't expect this. They trusted the people of Auradon were different and they were let down.

Things weren't suppose to go this way! You wanted to do something! Anything! But what?

It was then that Celia took the amber from Mal's hand and threw it into the water. Well, if you were screwed before, now you were hopeless. At least it was for a good cause, if people in Auradon thought their lives were worthier than the life of the inhabitants of the Isle, let them rot. You couldn't even be mad at Uma for leaving since that was what you wanted to do too, but you knew there was nothing you could do to help her in this moment. Actually, you knew Uma well enough to know that going after her would only bother her.

The words Harry said to you earlier about Auradon's privilege echoed in your mind and you couldn't stay put anymore.

"I know this is not my place to say something. I mean, most of the time I'm not even here, I'm not a VK and closing the barrier doesn't affect my life... but it does. It does because there are people there, good people destined to live a dreadful life just because they were born on that Isle! People in Auradon have been living their perfect little lives where everything is pretty and colorful while we claim to be the good guys, but what we have done to the villains and their kids is atrocious! There will always be good and evil, that's how life works and we can't run away from it. Deciding which path to follow is what defines someone's true self, but in order to make this decision we need to have a chance. Mal, you of all people should know that, you had a chance and now that your life is good you want to deny those children the same opportunity? From this day on, every time you play 'happily ever after' with your prince charming, know that you are doing it at the expense of a child on that Isle"

You wish you had heard Mal's reply, but as soon as you finished talking, the world froze.

                                                     _______

Legend says that you were indeed the hottest stone statue in Auradon, but it didn't soothe you a bit. To say you were pissed was not nearly enough to express what you were feeling right now. If Audrey weren't already dying, you would have gladly killed her yourself. The only reason why you were still in the awful human world was Uma... this, and also because becoming stone had consumed all your energies and right now you were way too busy drinking a huge bottle of salted water to not die of dehydration.

Your grandfather would have to choose another diplomat because you were never ever setting foot on land again.

Maybe, if you weren't so angry, you would have choked on your drink when Mal told Hades was her father.

It explained a lot about her, though.

So, Hades, Mal's father, was the only one who could save Audrey and they were going to fetch him on the Isle to help the dying girl. Oh! The double standard! When a kid from Auradon curses everybody is "a mistake", but if someone from the Isle does that is "they are too dangerous, let's lock them up forever". Is it fair? No. Does anyone care? Also no.

You thought it couldn't get any worse, but boy, you were wrong. Uma just said she was going back to the Isle, which was pretty understandable and expected, but you had one itty-bitty tiny hope that she would stay.

Oh, on top of that, everyone accepted Mal and Ben's selfish decision to close the barrier. You scoffed under your breath, salted water wasn't enough to deal with all this, you needed something stronger, like vodka. The good thing was, since everyone was leaving and your cousins were safe, you had no more business in the human world and you took your cue from the VKs to announce your own departure too.

You waited for the limo alongside Uma, Harry, Gil and Celia, the atmosphere was tense, and you had seen happier people at funerals.

"I thought you were going back to Atlantica" the teal haired girl said, breaking the overwhelming silence.

"I'll go with you... until we reach the barrier, at least" your voice was more hoarse than you expected it to.

"Yeah, don't want to risk getting trapped, right?" If this was supposed to be a mean comment, Harry had failed; he just sounded sad, like everyone else. The pirate wasn't expecting an answer but you gave him one, anyway.

"I wouldn't mind going to the Isle, but there is no magic there and no magic means no legs for me, so you would be stuck with a mermaid... unless you don't care to carry me around..." you half-joked.

The car finally arrived and you got into it. It was nice that Ben sent the limo to pick up the VKs, and the guard's vehicle was going ahead, probably to go find Hades. There was all sorts of food in the limo, but no one touched them because all of you were way too lost in your own minds to be hungry. As you were approaching the Isle the unsettling feeling in your stomach grew worst and there was definitely something wrong with your eyes. Just before the car crossed the barrier, you asked the driver to stop. For one second, it seemed he would argue against it, but you gave him a warning look, since you weren't in the mood for more useless fights.

"Uma, can we talk outside for one second, please?" you asked.

You two got out of the car and, as soon as Uma closed the door, you hugged her.

"I'm sorry, Uma. I'm so sorry" the only thing you could do was to repeat how sorry you were, but you knew your apologies didn't change anything.

"I know" she reassured you, looking in your eyes "It's not your fault, you shouldn't be apologizing".

"Someone has to" you said, your felt so tight in your chest that hurt. Then, Uma smiled and hold your hand.

"Thanks for everything you've done for me. I don't know how I would have gone through the past months without you"

"You'd have done just fine, you're a fighter" it was now or never, you lowered your voice so even if someone in the car was paying attention to the conversation, they wouldn't hear you "You can still change your mind, let's go back to Atlantica and, before you interrupt me, Harry and Gil can come too. I have no idea how this is going to work but we'll figure it out" you offered her - you had to try.

"You know I can't abandon the Isle, speacially now" her eyes were full of sorrow, she knew exactly what meant to go back "Maybe you can swim near the barrier so we can see each other from time to time".

You knew she would say that, but it didn't mean it hurt any less.

"Definitely!" you tried to sound cheerful, but the words that left your mouth were robotic and fake "We'll see each other again".

This was a lie, even if you saw each other it would never be the same. The realization hit you hard and that weird feeling that you had in the car, finally made sense when streams of salt water started falling from your eyes.

"I'm leaking!" you freaked out "What is that?! I'm leaking!"

"You're crying, you idiot" she laughed, her eyes watering too.

"Nonsense, mermaids don..." before you could complete the sentence, Uma hugged you again, which made you start crying even harder.

No, not crying, leaking.

"I promise, Uma. I'll not stop fighting for the Isle. I'll talk to Mal, Ben or whoever I must to! They will change their minds, even if, in order to do so, I have to summon up the wrath of the ocean upon them".

You didn't know how long you two stayed crying in each others arms but a voice with a thick accent called both of you after a while.

"Are you ladies alright?" Harry asked. The pirate and Gil were standing there next to both of you. The dark haired boy had a hint of curiosity on his face but he knew better than to tease his captain.

You two pulled away from the hug, Uma looked slightly embarassed to get caught in such an emotional moment.

"I can't believe I'm leaking" you said while trying to wipe away the tears from your eyes; however, they insisted on falling down.

This was so awkward.

"You're not leaking, you're crying" Gil's brow furrowed "Don't you know what crying is?"

"Yes, I do... it's just I've never cried before..." you said between sobs.

"Wow, life in Auradon must be really perfect if people don't even cry here" for the firts time since you met him, he sounded sad. The boy was probably thinking about all the opportunities he would never have in Auradon because he was destined to live on the Isle forever.

They took away Gil's bright smile and you could not forgive that.

"It's not that... I live in the sea, tears don't fall when you are under water" you explained, finally calming down.

"Maybe the ocean is just a big pool of mermaid's tears." Gil said absently, eyeing the vast blue ocean in front of him and you couldn't help but hug the blonde boy too.

The Sea Bitch was such a softie.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Gil. I wish we had more time to know each other better, but I know for sure that you're loyal, brave and gentle. I hope you are very happy. You deserve it".

You broke apart short after and Gil seemed very touched by your words.

"Thanks... that was one of nicest things that someone ever said to me" he offered you a shy smile "I wish you the same".

You looked at Harry, who looked back right into your eyes. You stared at each other until you hold out your hand, which he accepted. It was weird, Harry Hook has gotten on your nerves since the very first moment you met. He was smug, annoying and a little crazy, but at the same time he was very funny and fearless, qualities that you admired. You wanted to say something, but before you could open your mouth he let go of your hand.

That was it, then.

You also said goodbye to Celia and wished her the best. Then, the VKs got into the car again and, since Harry was the last one standing outside, you took the chance to ask him a favor.

"Please, take care of Uma"

His face broke into small smile and he nodded slightly.

You watched with a shattered heart the limo cross the barrier, taking away your friends from you forever.

There was nothing else you could do, so you jumped into the ocean and disappeared between the waves.

Not an hour ago all you wanted was to be back home, but now everything seemed pointless. For the last months Uma lived in Atlantica and going back without her gave you a knot in the stomach, things wouldn't be the same anymore without your friend there. The two of you used to spend hours plotting ways to get everyone off the Isle, finding a hole in the barrier or just talking about the future... and now you had nothing but crushed hopes. Of course you wouldn't give up, but you felt like you had moved backwards 10 spaces in the game, you fought for the merfolk on the Isle for so long and when it finally seemed that everything was going to be fine, it was a lie.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn't pay attention to where you were heading, which caused you to bump into your mother and younger brother.

"Where have you been"? Attina asked, her voice was somewhere between angry and concerned, but it was impossible to miss the vein popping out on her forehead "I was worried sick about you!"

"Sorry mom, I was in Auradon" you told her, knowing very well that this answer would only upset her more because there was no way she hadn't hear about Audrey and her little mishap.

"Auradon?!" The look of horror on her face made clear that she knew about what happened and wasn't happy about it. If humans thought you were hardcore, it was because they never talked to your mother "Do you know what Sleeping Beauty's daughter did?"

If you knew? You lived and survived it.

"I heard even Uma was there! Your grandfather was almost sending guards to look for you and your cousins! What happened?"

"Did you finally meet Uma, then?" your brother, Nereus, joined the conversation. He didn't know anything about Uma or that you two were friends. Also, he had no idea that he had talked to her many times when she was under the charm spell.

Then, your mother called by your full name, which never meant something good.

"You weren't there in hopes to befriend Ursula's daughter and bring all the merfolk from the Isle to Atlatica, were you?" Your mother knew you so well... and she wasn't happy.

"Of course not, mom..." I'm already friends with Uma, you added mentally.  

Before she started complaining, you explained everything that happened that day (ok, almost everything, you definitely skipped some parts). Her disapproval face grew to the point her vein was ready to explode, while your brother gasped and cheered at the most exciting parts, as you told the story. Under other circumstances you would have narrated the events in a dramatic and majestic way, not sparing any single detail; however, it was way too painful to remember that was your first and last adventure with Uma and her crew.

"Will they close the barrier forever for real?" Nereus asked and, when you nodded, he offered you a sympathetic smile. He knew how much you fought for the merpeople on the Isle.

Your mother, on the other hand, had other things bothering her.

"So, you tell me that they let a bunch of kids fight against a delusional girl who held one of the most dangerous tools of dark magic in the kingdom? Where were Fairy Godmother, the Blue Fairy, the 3 Good Fairies? You can't trust fairies, that's what I always say to your grandfather! Where were Belle and the Beast? Any adults?!" as she talked, her voice got more and more high-pitched, until she was practically shouting.

"They were probably under Audrey's spell" you enlightned her, even knowing that it would not ease her mind one bit.

"That's an absurd! How can we trust our kids to go to Auradon Prep if they can't keep the security system of a museum working properly?!"

You and your brother exchanged looks. Although your mother had a valid point, you didn't want to hear any of it, which was odd, because you never missed the opportunity to roast the human world.

Claiming to be tired, you excused yourself and swam to your room and, as soon as you got there, you glanced at the spot where Uma would used to stay, knowing that you'd probably never talk to her again. You felt like someone was crushing your heart and if you weren't under the sea, tears would be rolling down your face. You lay on the bed, trying to stop thinking about Uma, the Isle and everything. It was a good thing that you were exhausted, so you soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but, suddenly, you were woken by someone knocking on your door. You cursed under your breath, who, in the seven seas, was disturbing you right now? Not even bothering to look up, you invited whoever was at your door to come in, you heard them entering and closing the door and, after a moment, you felt the weight of someone sitting on your bed.  

They coughed and you recognized the deep voice that belonged to none other than your grandfather, King Triton.

"Grandpa!" you sat up quickly and hugged him.

"Hello, my dear" everyone feared your grandfather for he had quite a dauntless reputation (even you had to admit that he was frightening sometimes), also, his temper was known in all Auradon. However, when he looked at you with those gentle eyes, you forgot he was the King of the ocean, in these moments he was just your grandfather and you fell protected and loved near him.

"Oh grandpa, it was dreadful and I'm misarable" you hugged him again, hiding your face on his neck.

"Your mother told me what happened and that King Ben wants to close the barrier" his voice was so calm that it was difficult to imagine that when he was angry he could create storms and tsunamis.

"That's horrible. I feel so powerless and guilty! I know most of people think everyone in the Isle is evil but that's not true! They are kind and loyal and they don't deserve to be doomed to perish in that place! You should have seem their faces when Mal told them the program had been shut down" your grandfather wasn't know for his love for villains, everytime someone brought Ursula up he got riled up and changed the subject quickly, but you needed to speak out.

"And who are 'they' that you're talking about?" he asked, stroking you hair softly to confort you.

"You know... Celia, Gil, Harry... and Uma" you were nervous to talk about Uma with him. Actually, despite him knowing that you were in charge for her "search party" you have never discussed that you wanted to bring her to Atlantica, even more that you had brought her to the palace clandestinely and that she lived under his roof for months.

"Uma?" his voice was stern when he said your friend's name.

"Grandpa" you straightned up and looked him in the eye "I know it must be hard for you because Ursula caused great pain to our family but Uma has nothing to do with it, she is brave, smart and care so much about other people. She had the chance to stay in Auradon but she came back to the Isle because she couldn't abandon them! She might has taken some questionable decisions, but who hasn't? She was fighting for what she believed was right! Isn't it what you taught me?"

King Triton furrowed his brows; the wrinkles in his forehead were visible which could only mean he was deliberating something.

"You do seem to know a lot about her" he said after a while, his voice and face were severe and you swallowed... this conversation was taking a dangerous path.

"Well... I..."

Before you could finish the sentence, your grandfather cut you off.

"I know what you did"

You froze, he couldn't possibly be talking about Uma living in Atlantica. There was no way he knew that, if he had had any suspicion of what you did, he would have been beyond furious, so you tried to play cool.

"What are you talking about, grandpa?"

He raised an eyebrow and sighed.

"I know you brought Uma to live here in Atlantica"

And then you died.

The end.

Oh wait.

You weren't dead... but you were sure your grandfather just told you that he knew about Uma... Something was terribly wrong. He probably noticed your bulging eyes and horrified expression because he elucidated soon after.

"I raised seven daughters, my darling. I don't need my trident to see through a charm spell and a lie" it was weird, his voice was strangely serene and he looked slightly amused.

"But... how... like... why... Aren't you angry?" there weren't enough words to describe your shock right now.

"I learned to trust the people I love a long time ago, even when we don't agree on the subject." his tone was solemn and wise and it made you feel so small and pathetic because you knew you had disappointed him.

"I'm sorry, grandpa.... I'm sorry that I lied to you and that I disappointed you, but I'm not sorry for what I did" you didn't have the courage to look him in the eyes, but he lifted up your face and smiled.

"You didn't disappoint me. I trusted you enough to let you do what you thought was right, that was what I taught you. And considering everything I saw in the last months, I believe Uma is a good girl and I'm glad you're friends"

You returned his smile, not in your wildest dreams you thought your grandfather would understand this and it made you so glad how supportive and understanding he was about everything.

"I'm sorry for lying to you! I won't do it again" you promised him.

"You're young, you will" he laughed it off "But trust me when I say that I'll be by your side no matter what"

Everything should be perfect; however, there were a bitter feeling in your mouth and a knot in the pit of your stomach that you couldn't get rid of. In the end, it didn't matter if your grandfather trusted Uma or not, because she would be trapped on the Isle forever.

"So… I think I need your help" you bit your lip, uncertain of how to say it "We can't let them close the barrier for good, but I don't know what to do!"

"Don't worry, I promised I'll talk to King Ben about this. They can't just close the barrier like this without measuring the consequences" he reassured you "Now, rest, my darling. You had a long day"

He got up and swan towards your door, but before leaving he turned his head and said.

"Otherwise, you have my permission to summon up the wrath of the ocean upon them" he winked at you and left.

"Wait" you whispered to yourself "How does he even know?"

And then it hit you.

"SEBASTIAN!"

#harry hook x reader #harry hook #harry hook x you #harry hook imagine #descendants #descendants imagine #descendants x reader #uma daughter of ursula #descedants fanfiction #out of the water

[annamiasworld]

Detain the Dangerous [Gravity Falls: Ford x Bill]

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Note: This is my first fanfic ever which I publish here on tumblr so I would be indiscribably happy if you could leave some feedback in the comments. Plus this is the first time I wrote about Gravity Falls so if you notice any mistakes concerning the timeline of the story etc. point that out if possible. Also goes for typos because english is not my first language. This fic was inspired by the song “Dangerous” from David Guetta by the way. Other than that I hope you enjoy reading this!

Summary: This work is about Ford and Bill during Fords researcher period in Gravity Falls. It’s pretty much Fords thoughts without a real plot and takes place before he realizes that Bill bertayed him.

Warnings: None

Requested by: @zirandem

Word Count: 1,5k

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When Ford woke up the first thing he saw was an overthrown cup of coffee and a brown viscous substance soaking itself into his paperwork.

“Oh not again” he mumbled still sleepy and stretched his back. That action caused more pain then it actually should and the noises his body made sounded anything else then healthy. He still got up – probably a bit too fast because his head immediately began to throb and for a few seconds everything went dark in front of his eyes. Ford rammed his fingernails into the wooden table he was sitting at a few moments ago until he got his orientation back.

A heavy sigh left his lips. He hadn’t slept through for more than a week now because of his project. It simply took up all of his time and energy. He knew that he could never handle all of this on his own and that’s also why he was so thankful for the help he got from Fiddleford. And of course not only from him…

Fords eyes quickly skimmed the room while he asked himself if he’s being watched. An uncomfortable feeling rushed through his bones, making him shiver. He definitely needed another cup of coffee.

On his way to the kitchen he turned on all of the lights. He wasn’t paranoid or anything but lately he felt like something changed. It felt like the air was full of electricity and something heavy and dark built itself up becoming more and more dangerous every day. For most of the people this description would seem weird but Ford was sure that he was right. Still he kept these thoughts to himself because he knew others wouldn’t understand. Except maybe…

“Hey Sixer!” a familiar voice called. While Ford had begun to make himself coffee Bill Cipher casually appeared behind him floating just above the table.

“Morning Bill” Ford said. He had expected that his friend would turn up but he also knew what that meant. It meant going back to work again and right now he really wasn’t in the mood. He just woke up feeling horribly tired so all he would like to ask for was one single morning where he could sit at the kitchen table eating a proper breakfast. But he knew of course that this wasn’t possible. Not before their project was finished.

“I hope you were diligent in my absence.” The triangle grabbed Fords coffee and took a long sip.

“Of course I was”

“Well then I suppose you wouldn’t mind me taking a look at your notes”

Ford took a deep breath and prepared himself for letting Bill inside his mind. After that his memories went blank.

He found himself sitting in front of his table again with Bill next to him. His friend was in a good mood as always when he pointed to Fords work.

“This was really impressive! The additional notes about the invisible wizard could be very helpful for building the portal!”

Ford smirked. Bill always knew how he could get him. They just shared the same passion when talking about supernatural stuff. And secretly Ford was extremely glad whenever Bill praised him.

“Well for sure not as useful as the materials he kept in his shack!”

“You have a point there” Bill laughed.

“I wonder if there is a way to see the invisible wizard. I could try to reinforce my glasses with…”

But Bill interrupted him. “Listen, I know that there is still a lot to discover but let’s focus on the important thing first. The invisible wizard won’t run of. I mean it’s impossible since we locked him in that closet.”

Now it was Fords turn to laugh. “Well then what’s the order of the day, muse?”

Bill ensured him that he would wait at the car until Ford got himself ready and disappeared. Ford hurried to the bathroom, not wanting to make Bill wait too long. With a glance into the mirror he saw that he looked just as horrible as he felt. But he had no time to wallow in self-pity. Bill was waiting.

While brushing his teeth the strange feeling he had felt during the last few days returned. Since he met Bill a lot had changed. Through him he discovered that there are creatures at places he would have never found on his own. Also the portal would be a huge step to finally understand how all of the dimensions worked together. And once he had summed up all the facts he could make the information available for everyone. Nobody would dare to call him crazy anymore when he had proofs for everything. To the contrary he would be the greatest scientist of all time.

But suddenly a question popped up in his mind. What is Bills benefit? He tried to get rid of the thought, explaining to himself that Bill was a muse or he probably had to serve somebody like a genie, that there was a logical explanation but he still couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Well I could just ask him, right? We are friends after all.” he muttered while walking down the stairs.

As soon as he sat into the car seat he gathered his courage. Why was it so hard for him to do this? It was just a simple question, right?

“Listen Bill, I’d like to ask you something…”

The triangle appeared on the passenger seat the moment Ford started talking, giving him an interested look.

“Spit it out already Sixer. What is it?”

He swallowed. “I know that you only want to help me… but… why? What’s in this for you?”

There was an oppressive silence and Bill examined him carefully. After what seemed like minutes to Ford he finally said, “Do you doubt me Stanford?”

Fords eyes opened wide. His question had exactly the impact he didn’t want to attain.

“No, no, no, no, no! I was just… I only wanted… I thought maybe…” he stuttered awkwardly.

Bill dropped his gaze and sighed.

“It’s okay. I knew that you would ask this at some point. But you still hurt me.”

“This wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry Bill.”

“I know. Yet I owe you an answer.”

Ford waited silently while Bill tried to search for the right words.

“Of course I’m doing this because you are my friend. I see an enormous potential in you. But you are right. There are other reasons too. I’m trying to show you as much as possible but there are dangers in which I don’t want to put you. Sometimes it’s better not to know everything, Ford.”

Ford felt really ashamed. Why did he always have to question everything? He was never the guy who had plenty of friends and now he risked to lose his best one.

“I’m really sorry, Bill. Please forgive me.” Ford apologized again.

“It’s okay, Sixer. Let’s just… forget this conversation.”

Ford nodded relieved. He would never dare to mention this topic again.

“Are we ready to pay the Geodites a visit?” Bill changed the topic skilfully.

“We totally are.”

The second time Bill left Fords mind they were at a different place again. The triangle had lead them to a mine at the foot of a mountain. There were debris all around the entry and it didn’t look very stable but he still walked towards it. Bill told him that the Geodites are simply living geodes. They are hard to destroy and could be a good binder for some immobile parts of the portal. If they managed to catch some of course.

He wondered how he could explain the function of the new commodity to Fiddleford. His former college friend was a good soul and a fabulous engineer but Bill has warned Ford to tell him only the bare necessities. Unfortunately Fiddleford tended to be instable concerning his mental health so he could easily get nervous when Ford brought some new materials he found with Bill.

It didn’t feel right to keep a secret from his colleague but Ford had no choice. Maybe when they had reached their goal, when they finished the portal and activated it, when he understood more and visited other dimensions he could inaugurate Fiddleford. He would surely be glad that he was part of this project when he only saw all of the profits they could draw from other dimensions.

Ford knew that something about this wasn’t right. He was out here in the wild, discovering things that aren’t meant to be discovered. It almost felt like an addiction. A possibly deadly dangerous one. But he wasn’t alone. Bill would protect him, right? That’s at least what he hoped. That’s at least what he promised him.

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[tarithenurse]

The good Villain - 4

Based on the prompt “You’re the villain and you know that you just want the ‘good guys’ to understand why”

Pairing:Loki x Fem!Reader (eventually) Content: Slight angst and sadness due to trauma, sexual innuendos. A/N: I’ll be updating more frequently because I’m a slut for feedback and I can’t wait to show what’s in line for you all :D Thanks for all the wonderful responses and reblogs! Seeing your names appear with each post makes me really happy.

Chapter 4

…   Reader   …

As days trickle by, you start to gather an idea of who your new prison guards are while they each take turn watching and “sneakily” questioning you. A few come close to something akin to subtlety (a female called Natasha, and a male with an interesting left arm), but they too have the disadvantage of interrogating someone who has nothing to hide.

“You admit to killing innocents…dozens of families on and off Earth?”

The tall blond male, most often referred to as Captain by the others, is leaning heavily against the glass. Fists balled tightly and chest heaving. He, at least, would never succeed in a game of subtlety. Too righteous. Now you have to listen to another of his rants about right and wrong and innocent lives taken – as if you had done anything but come in and clean up the damage done by pests.

“Oh, Captain, Captain,” you sing-song as you bend into another stretch, “haven’t you read any of the report?”

At this he pauses to look at you but finding your behind to be the most prominent point he neatly turns aside with a blush – a Terran response you have come to appreciate. “IF by report you mean the notes you’ve written? Th–“

“Of course that is what I mean because that is what they are.”

“They’re claims without proof!” Abashed by his own exclamation, he calms down a bit. “Besides…we haven’t translated it all yet.”

Now that makes more sense. “The Asgardians should be helpful there. Once the brothers have done their bit, I am sure you will be busy cross-referencing any statements with intergalactic records thus proving me…right.” Satisfied that you can not make the poor Terran change his facial colour further, you saunter up to the glass. “The longer the investigation lasts, the longer the threat will rage unchecked. Go-go.”

You watch him leave, tight-lipped and with broad shoulders shaking from pent-up frustration, before turning to the airlock where Captain had placed a meal upon arrival. As always, you ignore the bottle of water and turn your attention to the other items on the tray: cuts of bread with stuff in between (the wrapping claims it is a Sandwich), a fruit, and for the first time a puffed up bag. Even through the packaging, you can smell the salt, tempting you to devour those first. Would they poison me? Turning the little package in your hands, you cannot find any signs the wrapping has been compromised.

“I figured you would like those,” Loki’s voice informs you endearingly, “as an alternative to your own stash.”

You shoot him a quick glance where he stands by the comfortable looking chair, but his face in unreadable. “And I assume you want something in return?”

“Consider it a gift,” he smirks, “out of the kindness of my heart.”

Rather than eat in front of the male, you lazily reinvestigate the corners of your cage for the millionth time, poignantly filling up the silence with nothing. Two can play at that game, experience tells. Of these people, these Avengers, quite a few have mastered the concept of waiting for an opponent to talk to end the awkwardness instead of wasting time asking the wrong questions. You first, you will Loki silently.

“If you could break out, you would already have done so,” he yawns, giving in to a long stretch that shows off an unoffendable physique, “not only that…why let yourself be taken in in the first place?”

“Little me? Against all of you? Why waste the energy like that if I can get your help instead?”

The last part is neither meant nor received as a question.

A dark gleam dances in his pretty eyes as he gingerly steps up to the glass. “You’d hoped for the same when your own people came for the arrest.” Long fingers draw unseen figures on the barrier, but it feels like it could have been along your spine judging by the shivers racing along your skin. “No fight then either…why should we believe you now if they didn’t?”

Sneaky bastard. It is clear that at least one of your captors has gotten further studying and verifying you report than the others…unless Captain is a much better liar than you initially have taken him for. Nope, this is the one to play.

“I suppose…I thought you were smarter…” It is with glee you see Loki’s mouth twitch. “Less…blind to the facts.”

 …   Loki   …

“Their dried out minds still cannot see the patterns!” he snaps a second too soon.

Oh, she’s good. It is difficult to gain the upper hand in a conversation with the Betan, and as much as it riles him up it also pleases Loki immensely. With perfectly groomed innocence, she has baited and caught him, causing him to reveal his own weakness in the process of showing off just how intelligent he is.

“Ohh, not only are you looking under every rock…” Her voice is sweetened sin. “You already see the shape of the monster hiding there…and it is not me.” The most delightful giggle escapes the lips. “Tell me, what do you know?”

No peace is left when he steps up as close as possible, their palms only separated by the glass that freezes over in gasps to obscure [Y/N]’s face from his sight. Get a grip. Schooling himself, it takes a moment longer than he would like to admit to calm down. Frustration? Anger? It hardly matters as long as it no longer controls him except…those ever-black eyes hold him so well.

“The missing vessels from the colony…the research station. You tracked them down.” For once she actually seems impressed, although the Asgardian notices something else too which he sets his mind to uncover later. “You followed in their wake as far as you could, am I wrong?” Not giving time to respond, Loki continues with a dismissal wave of the hand. “Half of the notes are crude calculations to establish the most likely course to a next target-planet while some of the rest are a tally and I dare say it’s of the monsters you hunt! The ones that killed your crew!”

He has been too swept up relaying the knowledge privy only to him that he only now notices [Y/N] has slid to the ground, knees tugged to the chest and at least one arm slung bracingly around to hold herself in. To prevent her from falling apart. Short clipped nails are digging through messy locks the colour of Asgard’s waters on a bright day. Listening carefully, Loki hears the first broken sob.

“It…it’s true then.”

A needless comment but what else can he say? That he will help her set it right? Make the Avengers understand and aid as well? Nothing can lessen the pain, share the burden that has driven her wildly while holding her down by its weight.

“What have you done?!” Her sobs are broken by terror, and for a moment Loki actually fears he may have caused her some sort of harm. “I am leaking!”

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[twdeadlysins]

No Big Deal

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 1,888

Summary:  Derek and the reader split up in search of their unsub. The reader draws the lucky card when she finds him, but he has a weapon aimed at her lover.

Request: Requested by @lovelyy24 -> Can you please write a Derek Morgan x reader imagine, where the reader is a part of the team and gets hurt trying to save him? (Not badly) ❤️ Thanks in advance 

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, the usual criminal minds stuff? and possible typos

Author’s Note: This is my first Derek Morgan fic, so I hope it’s decent! Thank you @lovelyy24 for the request, I hope you like it! This concept was the only thing I could come up with since it was stuck in my brain ever since I read the request lmao. Anywho enjoy!! 

If you want to be tagged/removed for/from my Derek Morgan fics, then don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message, or leave a comment! The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer, so um don’t attack pls. Any feedback is much appreciated! Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

MASTERLIST // DEREK MORGAN MASTERLIST

“Y/N, go front. I’ll round back, ‘kay?” You nodded, pecking your boyfriend’s lips with your guns drawn before splitting up. You and Derek were first on the ‘scene’ since you had gotten a call from Spencer stating the unsub was the person you were on your way to question. The unsub wasn’t a person of interest, he was just a lead on the person you all thought it was, his best friend that was also in the military, Austin, turns out the trail ended right there. The unsub was Christopher White, a father, a husband, and also a serial killer. He was a sniper in the military and brought his work into his personal life… by sniping Florida citizens in broad daylight.  

You slowly swung the front door open and tiptoed around the living room, aiming your pistol swiftly around every corner. After clearing the downstairs entirely, you crept up the stairs, halting halfway when you heard a light bump. Hesitation lasted a split second before you proceeded up to the second floor, not calling for your partner since you didn’t want to alert the unsub of your presence if he was there. You’ve proven countless times to the team and yourself that you could hold your own, even Derek liked to call you his ‘lil badass’ and well… he’s not wrong. 

When you first joined the BAU, you volunteered to go undercover since you were the unsub’s type despite everyone disagreeing other than Derek and Gideon, they had your back since day one. Hotch ultimately gave you permission after numerous pleas and so the operation was a go at the bar where the unsub preyed on his victims. After you flirted and acted like you were going home with him, he pushed you up against a wall in an alley and held a knife to your throat, seething threats in your face about screaming or resisting and the knife would go in your neck. Hotch kept calling your name through your earpiece when you didn’t answer, saying he should’ve never let you do it in the first place before giving orders to move in. Once they approached your location, they lowered their weapons in shock as you were finishing cuffing the man that was twice your size, that night Derek asked you out for drinks… the rest is history. 

The hallway was dark and narrow, the only light source coming from the room on the very end where a lamp sat on a desk. Every other door was closed, so you chose not to search them knowing you’d come up empty and just end up making unnecessary ruckus. Once you reached the doorway, you turned to your left and steadily aimed at the man in question. Your eyes slightly widened seeing that he had his sniper rifle on a stand pointing towards his backyard where Derek was searching. Chris peered over his shoulder with a wicked smirk, knee leaning on the window seat. “I would hand over the gun, agent, or your partner’s death will be all your fault.” 

You nervously swallowed and gripped your gun tighter, never being in the type of situation where the person you cared for was in danger and it was up to you to not get them hurt. Any other time you stand your guard and not give it up, but there was no talking down this unsub, so you carefully placed your gun on the floor and slid it over to him. “Okay, Chris, you got me unarmed. What now?” 

He chuckled after looking into his scope, making you peek over to the grand window that was in front of you to see your boyfriend scoping out the garage. “Don’t you wonder why I do what I do?” Chris proudly questioned. He wanted to tell you his fascinating, disgusting story, but you already had him all figured out. 

“No, I don’t ‘cause I already know why.” His brows went up in curiosity before gesturing his hands for you to continue, to tell him what you thought- rather what you knew. “After being honorably discharged, you missed the thrill of the work you did there. How the trigger felt against your finger, being able to see people at their most vulnerable- when they least expect a bullet to go through their skull, it’s amazing, isn’t it?” You described, hoping to distract him long enough for Derek to get out the garage and into the house so this would be all over. “The best part is that the people you kill… are or were criminals. The criminals who walk the streets keep committing crimes over and over again, and the ones who get out… well who's to say they won’t reoffend? I honestly don’t know why we’re stopping you, you do what we wish we could do,” you smiled convincingly, wanting him to think you were on his side. 

“I’m impressed, agent… but did you really think I’d fall for the whole ‘I’m on your side’ act?’ He said before leaning down to look into his scope and just in time for Derek to exit the garage. “Wait, I gave you my gun! Don’t hurt him!” 

The unsub tore his gaze off the sight and gave you a smug smirk. “I never said I wasn’t going to kill him if you handed over your gun, I said it would be your fault if you didn’t. So don’t worry, it won’t.” He went back to tracking Derek’s movements, waiting for the right time to strike and you were trying to hurry up and come up with a plan… and the plan you came up with didn’t sound the greatest.  

“Y/N, baby girl, you alright? Got anything?” You heard your boyfriend say in your comm and you snapped your orbs over to see him standing still, waiting for you to respond. The unsub’s finger slowly went to put pressure on the trigger, causing you to mentally curse yourself before sprinting towards the unsub. The both of you hurtled through the glass window, rolling through a bed of flowers before ending up in a pool.

The water was ice cold, making you gasp when you breached the surface with the unsub’s shirt still in your grasp. With your free hand, you pushed your soaked hair out of your face as you swam, dragging the unsub with you to Derek who had ran to the edge of the pool. Chris struggled in your grip, splashing water in your face, only for him to get a punch in return from you. 

“Baby, you okay?” Your boyfriend asked with concern, giving you a worried look as he was cuffing the unsub that was now glaring at you face down on the ground. You nodded your head tiredly before you heard car doors slam in the front, making Derek yell that you guys were in the back. 

Derek stepped over the unsub, ordering for Rossi to take him before gingerly helping you out of the freezing water. He whistled, caressing your cheek and inspecting the cut on your forehead that continued to bleed, stopping at the edge of your eyebrow. “Here, baby girl, lets go get this patched up and have you looked at,” he suggested and before you could protest, he gave you the eyebrow raised look that meant ‘nuh uh baby girl, you goin,’ so you rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around him. 

While the EMT cleaned up the cut on your head, Derek was standing in front of you with his arms crossed, watching them aid you and you could tell something was on his mind. When they were finished inspecting you for any other injuries, they gave you the all clear, so you hopped off the back of the truck and grabbed onto your boyfriend’s bicep. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

You stepped in front of him when he stopped walking, but before he could voice his thoughts, Hotch handed back your gun that you surrendered as he informed you that they’d meet you two back at the station you were helping. You smiled as you holstered your weapon, giving him a nod, he knew that the two of you needed to talk, you could see the acknowledgement on your boss' face. 

“Things tonight could’ve been a lot worse, like a lot worse and it would’ve been my fault,” your boyfriend said, causing you to feel guilty. He shouldn’t feel responsible for what happened, it was not his fault at all and it pained you to know that he thought that. 

You rubbed his arm with your thumb, your eyes soft and sad as you stared into his that were focused elsewhere. “Derek,” you called, your voice small as you laced your fingers with his, grabbing his attention. “He had a sniper rifle aimed at you… he was going to… he was going to pull the trigger and I had to stop him… I had to-” Your boyfriend eloped you in an embrace despite you being drenched, cradling your head as you snuggled into his chest, tightening your arms around his waist. You mentally sighed, glad that you didn’t have to explain yourself further, he knew and you didn’t trust your voice to. 

After standing there for what felt like hours, he loosened his grasp on you and held your cheek. “You saved my life and here I am being a baby about my damn feelings.” You chuckled and covered his hand with yours before lifting his palm to your lips to kiss. 

“You’re not being a baby, Derek… your feelings are valid, but don’t feel guilty. We separated to cover more ground and in the end we got the sonuvabitch.”

“You got the sonuvabitch,” he corrected with a smug grin, proud of you, his lil badass girlfriend. You playfully shook your head as he wrapped his arm around your neck while you did the same around his waist, walking in the road towards the car. “And you got a booboo in the process… I’m sorry, baby girl and I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal.” You shrugged your shoulders and peered up at the man you adored, seeing him smile down at you with so much love. Derek pecked your head before you felt him pick something off the top of it, causing you to jerk your head back with questioning brows. Derek’s brows were raised up with amusement as he held a wet flower in front of your face before tossing it on the ground. You scoffed in disbelief, but with a smile as you pushed your boyfriend away from you, making him lose his balance and chuckle while he regained it.

“Oh. My. God. That’s why Hotch and the EMT looked at me funny! Derek Morgan, you are so getting it! Why didn’t you tell me!” Derek bolted down the road when he saw the irritated, but mischievous look in your eyes before you chased right after him. Once he peeked over his shoulder to see you hot on his tail, he turned around, making you jump into his arms instead of colliding into his chest. The two of you had the biggest grins on your faces as you giggled at one another before you brought your head down, giving him a passionate kiss.

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x reader insert #derek morgan x y/n #derek morgan fanfic #derek morgan fanfiction #cm fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #cm #criminal minds #derek morgan one shot #derek morgan oneshot #cm oneshot #f.

[lordabovehelpme]

Hola! I hope you day has been good so far! :)

I know I am not the only one to feel this but I adore your blog! I, too, and a fellow writer, but I was wondering how did you gain an audience? How did you start from your first post? Did you wait for requests? Or did you just jump right in?

Sorry, that was a lot of questions, but I was just curious as I’m trying to start up my blog! I really look up to you and your blog! 🥰🤩🥸

-🪐

Hello, hon!

First off, let me just tell you how overjoyed I am at the fact that you thought to ask me. When I first read this I had the biggest smile on my face. It means so much to me that you look up to me. Literally, I am crying over here!

Second of all, I wish I had some really good thought out advice for you. But I really don’t, however, I will give you the best advice that I can.

The first time I ever wrote fanfic, it was an idea that had been plaguing my mind for days. I tried to find other fics that would satisfy me, but I just couldn’t. So I sat down and practically said “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” I had no experience writing but I tried to give it my all. I don’t know why, (But I am thankful I did), but I decided to set up a Tumblr account and post it. I had no expectations of it going anywhere.

However, I woke up the next day with so much love and support being shared over my fic. That is the one thing that has really blown me away; How amazing every single person is in this fandom. They offer so much kindness that it has become mindblowing.

Now, what I do when I write is, as cliche as it sounds, I just write. Whatever comes to my mind, I put it down on paper. (Well really a google doc but we don’t need to know the details) Or if I am laying in bed and something pops into my mind, I write it down on any paper I can find. Now, I just have a pen and notebook that permanently stays on my night desk. Oo, also, whatever you write down doesn’t have to be elaborate, just whatever will make you remember your ideas.

One piece of advice is, when you are writing and you seem to be in a good flow, don’t let little details stop you. If you have no idea where to go next, or what a character should say, just add those handy three little dots, and continue on. Don’t get caught up in the little things! Sometimes I have a plan for a fic, other times I have no idea where I am going with it. But those are always the most fun to write, at least for me.

Writing, for me, is like a puzzle. It has little pieces that when put together, make one really beautiful picture. However, there is no right way to put those pieces together, just whatever seems to work for you.

Now, for how I gained an audience. Man, I really could not tell you. I am still flummoxed with how many people interact with me. However, I would say, make sure to use tags. I know that when I first started reading fanfic I would just read everything under the recent side of a certain tag. Other people do the same thing, so using tags is a huge thing!!! Use gifs and photos, to draw people's eyes to your fic. Do a small summary, make them want to read your fic! Capture them with that first paragraph!!!!

Get yourself out there! Ask for feedback, maybe find a friend who could read your stuff and give you an honest review. I edit my stuff at least twice before I post it. Read through it with a fine pick comb. Read it out loud, does it flow right? Do you stop on any words? Did you misspell anything? Did you use the right version of their, there, or they’re? How about your and you’re? I always find that these simple little things are the ones I often look over, it sucks!

How did I start receiving requests? Again, I have no idea. I just woke up one day and saw that someone had put one in. I was like, hell yeah, let's do this! And I started to write for it. Usually, once people see that you are open to taking requests, they’ll start to ask themselves. It’s kinda a “get the ball rolling” situation. You could also just do a post saying that you are taking requests. In addition, just keep posting, at least semi, regularly. (I need to get better at this too.) Get people to keep seeing your account.

Did I just jump right in? Hell yeah! As I do with everything in my life, why not start big. Like I said before, I was not expecting myself to blow up this much, I still find it crazy. But I just started posting little stories I had written without paying attention to the note count.

It’s easy to become hyper fixated and base your worth off of how many likes you get, how many reblogs you get, and how many people comment on your stuff. In my case, a few months ago, Tumblr was not sharing my stuff so I would only average about five likes per post. Sure I was discouraged, but I had taught myself not to base myself off on those numbers. Thankfully, it has been sorted out, but do you get what I am trying to say? You should be posting for yourself, not a number on a screen.

I try to write as much as I can now. Even if I don’t want to post anything, I still try to do even a small creative writing. You’ll notice that at the beginning of my masterlist, my writing is not as good as my writing now, and probably in a few months, my writing will be so much better. It all just comes down to practice.

Descriptive words are your friend!!! If it’s one thing I’ve learned from all my writing classes, it is to set the scene. The setting is such a big part of a story, and yet some people tend to look over it. Really try and immerse yourself and your characters into the plotline.

Try not to have your sentences start with the same word over and over again. Also, break up your sentence structure. Sure you want a nice flow, but it doesn’t want to become monotonous. In addition, try not to use the same words within your sentences. Just as speaking, when someone says a single word a ton, the listener will become fixated on that word and not pay attention to the rest of them. So, moral of the story, break it up! Find new cool words to use. I always have a tab open where I can just put the word I want to use and look up cool new synonyms.

But at the end of the day, this should be something you enjoy. I’ve seen way too many writers get burnt out and start to view their writing as a job. If you notice that this is starting to happen, take a step back and ask yourself why? Is it the genre? Are you just not feeling the vibe of a story? Are you just in a funk? Etc. Take a break until you feel better! Self-care is the best medicine!

In conclusion, thank you so much for asking me. I wish I had some vast knowledge of fanfic writing, but I really don’t. I am still learning every day. But that is the best part! I love looking back at my old writing and going, “wow I really have grown.” It always feels so rewarding.

I hope this helps you, I know it’s kind of long, but I thought they were all good points. If you want, please tag me when you start to post, I would love love love to read your stuff! Obviously, I understand if you don’t want to, no hard feelings there.

Thank you again, darling. If you feel like no one is supporting you, remember you have me over here ready to help you in any way, shape, or form! I love you so much, and good luck!

#lordys thoughts #lordys advice #🪐 anon #writing #writing advice

[my-rae]

303 |Lee Byounggon|

When Byounggon has a crush on his next-door neighbor and friend but doesn’t even know their name.

Words: 2.8K

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): an awkward neighbor! Au + mentions of alcohol + idk I just hope you like this kdjsk + stream movie star peeps!!

This is a part of a silver boys series I’m currently writing. Find the masterlist here!

Feedback is very appreciated!

“Pleeease.”

"No.”

“No.”

“Gonie, please.”

“Those puppy eyes don’t work with me, Seunghun.”

Seunghun rolled his eyes and pouted as he talked to his best friend.

“I can’t see why you don’t want to do it, there are only advantages! Look: we get some credits for our grade, we make friends, we-“

“We get less time to study, we look ridiculous since nobody would join and people from other clubs will make fun of us... Do I continue?”

That time, Seunghun frowned and gave his best friend a friendly punch on the shoulder. It had always been like that: Seunghun, the main dreamer; Byounggon, the realistic dreamer. It was obvious that Seunghun was going to be benefited by that stupid theatre club he wanted to create, after all, he majored in acting and he was basically raised inside a theatre. But for him? He’s majored in music, production of music to be accurate, how’s that going to help him apart from the credits?

“I’m not helping you this time, I’m sorry.”

That was a few months ago. Now, he finds himself with a notebook and list of the ones that are already inside the club.

“Bang Yedam and Kim Doyoung.” He reads out loud. “Why are some high schoolers joining the club? Isn’t it for college students only?”

“Haven’t you realized that the dance club began being only for students but some people of all ages ended up joining? It doesn’t really matter who joins, college students are the only ones getting some benefit though.” Seunghun explains and Byounggon nods, he is surprised at how his friend seems to be taking it seriously.

“Lee Midam.” He continues reading. “Noa Kazama, Kim Junkyu.”

“Our first member and dearest friend Jeon Woong.” Seunghun smiles fondly when he reads Woongs's name. He was the first person that joined and Seunghun will always be thankful to him. “And these two girls... Oh, let’s stop reading here.”

“Aren’t you like half dating one of them?”

“Shut up. She dropped, there’s only her friend in the club, I forgot to remove her name.” Byounggon decided not to comment anything else. After all, he seemed a bit down when talking about his girlfriend’s relationship with her friend. Byounggon didn’t know what happened, but he doesn’t know if he wants to know.

“Anyways, let’s keep this tomorrow okay? I think you have a class to plan and I have some things to do.”

“Okay friend.” Seunghun stood up from his bed, where he was sitting, and guided Byounggon to the front door to say goodbye properly, as he always did. Byounggon smiled at his friend and made his way to his apartment slowly.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s glad he has an apartment for his own. He won’t be able to become a real artist if he isn’t 100% focused on his music, and he doesn’t want to bother anyone with it, as well as he doesn’t want to be annoyed in that process. When he’s on his creative phase, he’s super energetic, but nobody is able to see it since he locks himself until he creates the song that matches his idea. After that, everything is happiness. However, when he’s going through a drought, is better not to talk to him until his mood is a bit better.

That’s probably another reason why he lives alone.

“Come on, Bx, you have this.” He tells himself. Right now he wishes he could write something, but with all the subjects to study, all the projects he has to create for class, and the fact that he is worried about Seunghun, he can’t really focus, and, as written before, he’s a bit unbearable.

He opens the door that guides to the balcony and he sits there on a chair while holding his guitar. He begins to play something, maybe that way, with the cold air of winter caressing him and with nobody to listen to him at sight, he can focus better. He tries, again, and again, and again, but fails to find something to inspire him to create a good track for his teacher. He begins to create a melody he likes but stops suddenly when something doesn’t match.

“Why did you stop?” He turns around to the sound of a very well known voice for him. He finds you sitting on a chair while having a cup of hot chocolate and your laptop in front of you. “I liked it.”

“I didn’t, that’s the problem.” He answers you.

Being honest, in spite of becoming unbearable when he has no inspiration, he wouldn’t talk to their neighbors like that, but he knows you well enough to talk to you openly.

“Are you going through another crisis, 301?” You ask the tall boy. He rolls his eyes, but when they meet yours, he knows he can’t lie to you.

“I am, I can’t really focus on my school projects because I have no inspiration and then I don’t know how to help my friend with the club I told you the other day.” 

You listen to him carefully, as you use to. This is how your dynamic works: you could be freezing out there in the balcony, or melting under the hot summer sun, but you have created a bait to talk about your life and give each other a piece of advice when needed.

Funny when you don’t even know each other’s names, you just name each other after the apartment you live in.

“What’s wrong with the club? It isn’t working?”

“It’s going better than expected, Seunghun is happy already, but I know he wants more, and I want to help.”

“301, I’m going to give you my honest opinion, as I have always done.” You say. Byounggon begins to draw simple figures on a piece of paper to avoid looking into your eyes. “I think that you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Focus on what’s important now, because I see you’re already pretty overwhelmed with all the assignments you have to do. Talk to your friend and try to find a way to promote the club! As a marketing student, I can give you an example of flyers to hang around or to spread but just do me a favor and don’t try to carry all the weight of the situation, okay?”

He thanks God he’s looking down because he can feel his cheeks burning up. That’s your effect, he always thinks his heart is about to explode every time he talks to you as you’re always making sure he’s fine and giving him the best pieces of advice ever. He does the same to you, yes, that’s what friends are about, but he doesn’t think about you as just friends.

“Once again you’re right, 303, I’ll try to listen to you, thank you.” You smile and look at the time.

“No problem 301, I’ll bring them tomorrow if you want to.” You focus on your laptop again and sigh, that’s when he knows you’ll be complaining. “I have to finish this for tomorrow but this is so long 301. I went outside to talk to you and get some fresh air, but I’m afraid this will take longer than I expected.” You shiver when you finish and hug yourself.

“Are you cold?’“ He asks.

“A bit, but my roommate has all the blankets because I told her I didn’t want them.” You shake your head, thinking how dumb were you when you let her take all of them.

“Take my hoodie.” He suddenly says. “I’m not really cold, you can take it for tonight if you want to.” At first, you didn’t want to take the poor boy’s hoodie because he would freeze, but he is a very persistent person, so you end up wrapped around his hoodie and smelling his cologne.

You will mark this night on your calendar because you don’t know how you’ve ended up sleeping with his hoodie on.

“Seunghun I’m cold.” The brown-haired boy tells his friend when they get into the giant room where they plan everything about their club. 

“Why didn’t you bring a hoodie? It's literally February, are you dumb?”

“I forgot I washed all my hoodies at the same time, and I lent 303 the only hoodie that isn’t wet.”

“You lent your crush your hoodie?” 

“I did.” Seunghun smiles at how Byounggon didn’t even try to deny the fact that you’re his crush. “Oh god, Seunghun I really lent them my hoodie!”

“Congratulations on realizing mate.” He teases his friend, knowing how embarrassed he is. “You’re a step closer, now all you have to do is to ask their name!”

“I will, someday.”

Seunghun shakes his head in disapproval.

“Make up an excuse and talk to them! Don’t be a coward!”

Byounggon rolls his eyes, but he knows his friend is right.

“They said they were going to help me with the promotion of the club and was going to give me some flyers to spread and stuff.”

“They’re so nice!” Seunghun has stars in his eyes. “Haven’t they helped us already giving you some ideas?”

“They have.” You were the one who helped to design the sign and also spread it around your university too, that’s how close you are to Byounggon.

“Of only you confessed Bex, if only you confessed.” Seunghun has the theory that you like him too, but Byounggon thinks he is completely wrong. You would have thrown a sign already, right?

“Nothing will happen if I confess. We have a special neighbors relationship, I’ve been the fool that caught feelings here, they have nothing to do.” Seunghun rolls his eyes, but decides not to mention the topic again, he knows his friend doesn’t like to talk about it.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. By the way, are you coming to Chan’s party?”

“I haven’t been told about any party.”

“Yes, it’s in two days, Friday night, Woong said it last night on our group chat.” Byounggon curses at himself for being so distracted, he should talk more on their group chat.

“I’m not sure, I'll tell you later."

He saw it clear Thursday night when he got home. He began working on songs and lyrics that didn’t satisfy them as much as he would like to. Besides, you said you were going to show up, but you didn’t appear that night.

“What a shame.” He thought to himself. “I really wanted to talk to them today.” It’s the main disadvantage of not being completely close.

To: Pompompurin

So, party tonigh?

He sent the message to his friend before going to the university and his answer didn’t take long to come.

Pompompurin(4)

I can’t believe we’re going to a party.

FinaLLY.

I was feeling bored already.

Hyunsuk will be there too!

He sighs, Hyunsuk is also one of his best friends, but he’s not the right person to party with right now, he knows it the moment his friend offers him a cup with more alcohol than soda to equilibrate it.

“What are you drinking, Hyunsuk?” He asks his friend right when he comes into the party as he takes the cup from him so that he doesn’t drink much more. He has heard from Seunghun that he’s having some difficulties in his relationship and apparently the only thing he does now is going to parties.

“S fine friend.” Hyunsuk answers as he slur words.

He ends up drinking two more cups to prevent his friend from drinking that much, but he forgets that his tolerance to alcohol isn’t as good as Seunghun’s or Woong’s, so we can say he’s not drunk, but maybe a bit tipsy.

“I’m bored.” He tells Seunghun. “I don’t want to drink more from Hyunsuk’s cups, he’ll end up making a cocktail out of the water inside the vases.”

Seunghun laughs.

“Wait here, I’ll go pick up my coat and we’ll leave in a few minutes, okay?” But Seunghun shouldn’t have trusted a tipsy, bored Byounggon. He’s never an irresponsible person, but he becomes one when he’s in that state. 

Byounggon ignores Seunghun’s calls, who thought he was still inside the party and was looking for him like crazy. On his way home, he thought of something he could do now that he could blame it on the alcohol, so instead of opening his door to come into his lonely apartment, he knocked at your door.

“301? What are you doing here?” You ask sleepily.

“Hi 303, I thought I’ll see you yesterday.” He says casually.

“Are you drunk?”

“Just tipsy.” You have only seen your neighbor drunk once, and the only difference was the strong scent of alcohol and that he was more flirty than usual. You know it’s bad to listen to drunk people, but when that night he opened his front door for you to come into his apartment and literally begged you to put him to sleep as he explained to you his life detail by detail, you could feel your heart warming up.

You know everything about Byounggon, but he forgot you know the following morning. You guess he thought it was his friend Seunghun and that’s why he asked no questions.

“Just tipsy? Are you sure?”

“Stop teasing mee.” He complains and laughs it off. “No, seriously, I’m perfectly fine, just more confident than usual.”

“That’s good. Do you want to come in?” You don’t know why you’ve asked him that, the boy you are absolutely crazy for? Half drunk? At your house? Without your roommate to be seen? Dangerous.

“I actually do. Someone told me they were going to show me some flyers, but didn’t appear yesterday.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I missed you. I have been so worn out, I needed your light.” You feel your heart sinking and you have to remind yourself that he’s drunk.

“Okay, let me show you the flyers.” You do what you’re the best at, running away to calm your stupid heart down. You come back with a huge variety of flyers with colors and shapes and take a seat on the couch. He decides to follow your example, but he’s closer than you expected

He looks at the flyers amazed and you begin to rant about this one and that one and their stories behind. At some point, his eyes are not on the pieces of paper anymore, and they’re completely focused on you.

“Do I have something on my face?” You ask him when you realize.

He shakes his head.

“You’re just very cute, 303.”

“Oh shut up.” You try to ignore his compliments, knowing he has a flirty personality when drunk.

“You are cute, but I’m tired of this.” Your heart stops.

“You’re drunk 301, let’s talk when you’re sober, okay?”

“I already told you, I’m not drunk, just braver than usual. That’s why I finally have the guts to say that I have like a huge crush on you.” You are completely shocked to say the least. Did you hear it right?

“Like a huge crush on me?” It is all that you can say.

“Okay, actually I really like you but it’s weird I mean, I don’t even know your name.” The fact that the Byounggon you use to know becomes a little child when he’s nervous and with alcohol in his system hits you when you realize he’s both, nervous and drunk, at this moment.

And, as you are nervous too, the only thing you can do is laugh it off.

“Don’t laugh at me!” He pouts. “I knew I shouldn’t have drunk to say this, I should have guessed that you weren't going to take me seriously.”

“You drank so you could confess?”

“At first that wasn’t my purpose but let’s say it ended up like that, yes.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“I know, I know, let’s not bring me down even more, okay?” You then realize that this is the moment, you must say what you feel now.

“Does the fact that I love you back makes you feel a bit better?” You ask the question smoothly, almost as if it wasn’t something that concerned you, but the truth is you were even more nervous than him.

Everything fades away when he smiles widely, happily. Your heart skips a beat, he’s defenitely the closest person to perfection in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’ll let you kiss me tomorrow, if you remember everything that has happened this night.”

“How can I let you know? Do you want me to kiss you right when I see you tomorrow?” The way he says it makes you blush, how can he take it like that when you still haven’t recovered?

“Please no! I’ll be so embarrassed.”

“Then what?”

“Call me by my name.”

“And what’s your name?” He asks, approaching you dangerously.

“Y/n.”

“Sounds nice.” He’s still getting closer and closer, but you don’t feel the need to move away. “You’ll always be my 303, though.”

You may or may not have finally kissed more than once that night. 

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[uglypastels]

The Perfect Guy // Tom Holland

requested by @thedolphinsbee : short fic where tom is dating a med student or something

(a/n) I’m going with what we talked about. Hope its decent lol 

word count: 1638

warning: nope 

Tom stepped through the doors of the hospital. He ignored the many signs to different sections of the building, just immediately took a turn left and kept walking. If he stopped and actually thought about where he had to go it would only confuse him more.  

He had reached the floor you usually were at, together with the other students. He was just about to ask a nurse where he could find you when he saw you turn a corner, dressed in scrubs. 

“Tom!” you jogged up to him. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t leave yet, its super busy and they need all of us to- ughh... I don’t want to bore you with all the medical stuff.” you laugh. Tom just nodded in agreement but wanted to say that he would never get bored of you talking about your study. It was fascinating... And besides, maybe he could use it as research in case he ever needs to play a doctor. 

“that’s fine darling, I can wait.” 

“You sure? I don’t mind if you go home. I can take the bus.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous. Now, go save lives and I’ll wait here and then we can go get some pizza like you wanted.” he shooed you off. You wanted to reply that technically you weren’t saving any lives - just helping more experienced people do that - but you really had to go. 

Tom sat down in the waiting room. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through his apps. That continued for a few minutes until he felt something on his leg. He looked up from under his cap to see a little girl, carefully poking his knee. She must have been around seven or eight. 

“Are you Spider-man?” she whispered. Tom smiled and replied, in his Queens accent, “Yeah, I am. but shhh don’t tell anyone. It’s kind of a secret you know.”  The girl giggled. 

She was about to say something when a nurse walked up to her. “Mary, there you are. I’ve been looking all over the place for you.” That’s when Tom noticed that she was wearing pajamas and a little bathrobe. She was a patient. 

“No, I don’t wanna!” she cried out, pulling away from the lady, “it hurts.” She sat down next to Tom and hugged his arm, surprising him and the nurse. Her eyes widened and cheeks heated up, and Tom wasn’t sure that was because she recognized him or because the child clutching on to him. 

He raised a confused eyebrow and the nurse just sighed, shrugged sadly and mimicked the injection of a needle. Tom nodded that he understood and turned his attention to the girl. He continued talking in his Peter Parker voice. 

“Hey, Mary, it’s gonna be alright, kiddo.” 

“Nooooo,” she whined, “I’m scared.” 

“I don’t believe that. You look like a tough cookie.” she giggled at his comment. “You know what, I’m not really supposed to tell this to anyone, but Mr. Stark is super afraid of needles too.” Her eyes widened in surprise. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, don’t tell him I told you that or he will take my suit away again. But yeah he is super scared of them. Like crazy scared. But Mr. Stark is also crazy brave. Just like you.” 

“See, Mary,” the nurse kneeled down to talk to her patient. “You can do it. Come on.” She reached out her hand for her but Mary just looked at Tom pouting. 

“Can you come with me, Spider-man?”

“Uhhh,” he shared a look with the nurse. She looked just as unsure as he did. “No, I’m sorry kid, I have to wait here for someone. But I believe in you. You can do it. High five?” he put up his hand. Mary smiled and hit his hand with her small one. He pretended like he just took a big hit. “Woah, you’re strong!” 

The girl squealed in happiness before going with the nurse. She kept turning around and waving. Tom waved back until she was gone. He turned his phone back on.  

Some more minutes later, he saw the same nurse walk up to him. “Hi, sorry to bother you, but you’re Tom Holland, right?”  

“Yeah,” he chuckled as he put his phone away. 

“Wow, I’m a huge fan! What you do- it’s amazing! Are you waiting for a doctor or...” 

“No, I��m waiting for my girlfriend. Her shift should end any minute.” 

“Argh, and you’re sweet too.” she laughed, “Uhm, anyway, I wanted to say thank you. You really helped Mary get over her fears of needles. Poor kid hates them. She used to run away every time.” 

“yeah, no problem. Is she gonna be alright?” 

“We hope so, but like you said, she is strong. She’s definitely a fighter.” she laughed nervously, “and also a bit of a blabber. She told all the kids in the ward that she met Spider-man and, I know that this must be really inappropriate because I know this is your own private time, but they are dying to meet you.” 

“Ah no, it's fine. I would love to meet some fans,” he smiled. “If the hospital and parents are okay with it, of course.” 

“Really? Ah, that would make their day! Okay, follow me.” She lead him to the part of the hospital that was most definitely meant for kids. The walls weren’t a depressing shade of grey. They were colorful, with pictures of all kinds of fictional characters like Winnie the Pooh, Princess Leia and... huh, there was Spider-Man. 

There was one wall that was mostly one big pinboard, filled with drawings. 

The nurse, whose name turned out to be Jane, showed him the way to the playroom. A few kids were sitting around and playing. When the door opened, their little heads shot up from their toys to look at the people walking inside. A boy gasped. Another yelled out: “Spider-Man!!”  and ran toward Tom and hugged his legs. 

“Oof, hey big guy, hows it hanging?” The other kids followed walked up to Tom. “Hi guys, I’m Peter.” he waved to them and they all waved back excitedly. The boy that had a hold of his legs let him go and looked up. 

“That’s my name too!” 

“Alright!” Tom squatted down so the kids didn’t have to strain their necks. Some of them took that as a sign to sit down on the ground. They all looked at him in awe. 

A girl with black pigtails asked: “Are you really Spider-Man?” 

“I sure am.” 

“So where is your super suit?” a boy with blonde curls questioned further. 

“Ugh, my aunt put it in the dryer and it shrank. Can you believe it? Mr Stark is making me a new one though.”

“Is it gonna have a cape?” 

“No,” Tom laughed, “no capes.” He couldn’t help make at least one the Incredibles joke. These kids were giving him so many opportunities. 

He talked to them for a good hour. By that time you had ended your shift and got changed into your normal clothes. You walked into the hallway where you expected Tom to wait for you, but he wasn’t there. Maybe he went to the toilet?  So you waited for a moment, but when, after five minutes, he still hadn’t shown his cute face you were getting confused. 

You checked your phone to see if he had left you any messages. Nope. This didn’t make any sense. He wouldn’t ditch you like that. But where the hell was he then? 

Then you heard some nurses talk as they passed you. “Oh my god, did you hear who is here?”  

“Yeah, Tom freaking Holland!” the two women giggled. “you know, I hate working with kids, but I am so jealous of everyone in the pediatric wing.” Of course, he went to visit the kids. He couldn’t help but play pretend with his younger fans. Smiling to yourself, you made your way to that part of the building. 

The moment you stepped through the big doors separating the general part of the hospital and the more child-friendly part, you could hear his laugh. Followed by the many noises made by the children. 

You walked to the play area. Tom was sitting on the ground. He had just caught a big teddy bear that was thrown at him by a little girl. He was smiling, little crinkles under his eyes. 

“Hey! What was that for?” 

“You called Boocky stoopid!” the little girl accused him. “He isn’t stoopid.” 

“Okay, sorry.” His eyes found you in the door. His already joy-filled eyes lit up even more. 

“Ahh, guys, I’m sorry but I gotta go.” He started to slowly get up. A collective groan from the kids erupted. they also got up and all attacked him into a big hug. Of course, most of them only reached up to his thighs but it didn’t stop them from a tight hug. he high-fived the kids that couldn’t reach him. 

“Bye guys!” Finally, when they let go of him he walked up to you. The kids were waving like maniacs. Bright smiled on their little faces. You had a feeling that for some of them it was the first time in a while that they had smiled like that. 

You walked behind Tom until you left the ward, then immediately wrapped your arms around his middle. His arm found its way over your shoulder. 

“That was adorable,” you said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You are seriously the most perfect guy there is out there.”

“I try to be.” he kissed your forehead. Enveloped in each other like that, you walk outside.  

“So, you still feeling like eating pizza,” he asked as you both opened your doors to the car, “Cause I sure as hell could eat a Hawaiian?”  You roll your eyes as you step into the car. 

Okay, he was almost the perfect guy.

The End

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[jodywegner]

A bad day. (I just need to rant into the abyss of the internet)

I’ve never actually left work early for a bad day before. But I felt that today if I didn’t, I’d end up embarrassing myself and ruining all of my relationships with my coworkers or better yet end up in the HR office. It was just an accumulation of a few too many small things that have been building up for months while I’m emotionally vulnerable.

I also know that none of my coworkers will ever see this post. But even if they do, I doubt they were aware of my feelings. The worst part is that nothing is really anyone’s fault. There’s no bad guy, and that makes it all the more frustrating, and that finally came to a head today. Because I can’t chew people out for doing nothing wrong. Sorry for the long post. Lotta resentments getting bottled up.

So context. 1. My grandfather has been in declining health for a while now. This isn’t very upsetting for me. He’s in his mid 90s and lived a full life. We were all provided for and everything is taken care of. For me, it feels more like a natural thing that is now finally happening. My aunt and my father have been fighting for years over different things, but my grandfather’s declining health has definitely rekindled the flames of war. 2. I work in TV animation production, and my goal is to become a storyboard artist. I’ve made that goal clear. I’ve asked for tests but I can never get any. I’ve asked for feedback and no one has given me any. The shining star of this was my boss giving me 5 long minutes of not quite saying “it’s not good enough.” I figured he was busy and didn’t want to hurt my feelings. He did say that if he hadn’t hired our then current revisionist, he’d love to have me start as one. Since then, he’s hired 4 more revisionists who have come and gone for different reasons. 3. I don’t think I draw that fucking bad. I’ve been told my artists I work with “why don’t you have an art job yet?” which the answer is “because no one will fucking give me one when I ask and you guys aren’t in a position to.” (they mean it as a compliment but it just really keeps bringing me down whenever I fail) And there are a lot of people my age getting art jobs while I’m not and yah I’m not that old but it’s very stressful and discouraging regardless of logic and optimism. 4. My intern this last semester showed my boss a sample board and got extensive notes and feedback and was offered freelance revision work even though she’s still a junior in college. She’s 3 years younger than me and was here for 2 months. My boss literally walked into my office then started talking to her in the adjacent cube over the wall about how good she is and the upcoming freelance revisionist work. And I have to sit there quietly and pretend it’s not killing me. 5. I’m lactose intolerant. 6. I guess I’ve been suffering from job related depression for the above reasons. Nothing major, I’m not suicidal, but I’m definitely very unhappy and going to work is definitely not a fun or even neutral experience anymore. It’s hard because the correct answer to my problem is “git gud’ and we all know how NOT FUCKING HELPFUL that is. Today 1. I get a text from my parents at 6 am telling me that my grandfather has passed away. We went over yesterday to say our goodbyes expecting him to pass either today or tomorrow. We left at around 8pm and asked my aunt to call us when he passed and that we’d come over. So my parents find out that he passed away at 6 am today. From a third party that isn’t even FUCKING RELATED TO US. Apparently my grandfather had passed away 10 minutes after we left yesterday, and she decided not to let us know. We had to find out through some other person offering my father his condolences. 2. Well the two coworkers I am closest with were late for miscellaneous reasons so I kinda had to keep #1 bottled up for 2 hours. 3. When things happen, I bluster and storm for the first hour before calming down and becoming rational. So I’m sitting at my desk all morning trying my best to keep my shit together because I’m absolutely fuming and was (forbid) by my mother to retaliate. She’s not wrong but there’s a lotta stress and emotions here. (3.5. Although I was directly forbid retaliation, I still went ahead and planned it anyways because it was a mildly constructive use of my stress. DM me if you want to know how to ruin someone’s entire week and never get caught.) 4. I took some Lactaid 30 minutes before I decided to finish my leftover mac n cheese from the fancy food truck yesterday as breakfast. Yah the Lactaid didn’t work at all for some ungodly reason... It’s 9am and I’m in a lot of pain both physically and emotionally now.... 5. So one of my favored coworkers finally beats traffic and gets in so I go to talk to her about all of this. I immediately get cry-y. Which blah blah blah crying is part of grieving but I can do that later. It’s not great when I’m at work because crying opens up the floodgate of emotions and the near impossible task of re-wrangling them under control is now daunting. Emotional fortitude -50. And people just kinda didn’t notice that I was crying and upset and not very quietly recounting this horrible morning story. They kinda walked right by. Not a single person other than that one coworker (and my other favored one who came in a bit later) offered me any condolences or asked about how I was doing of if I was ok. It’d be one thing if that happened and no one was around and I regained my composure. BUT I DIDN’T. 6. That fucking intern (who’s a nice person but god I wish they’d stop existing in my life. It’s fucking petty but today is really the worst day for it so fuck it I’m saying it.) is coming in for a big storyboard meeting between all the board artists, revisionists, and supervisors. So I had to see her and pretend to smile and be pleasant and supportive while I’m emotionally compromised, grieving, pissed, and now petty and jealous all over again. So I get that out of the way and I sit back down and get to work. 7. The other coworker I like to talk to comes in. She was a former intern who also wants to be a board artist so we try to help each other in our endeavors together. She’s an optimist. She says that she’s going to ask if she can sit in on the meeting and asks if I’d like to come along. Bless her outgoing-ness that I struggle with. But as much as I’d like to... that’s a room full of people who either forgot that I want to be a board artist, don’t care, or are straight up ignoring me about it and keep doing and saying all of these unintentionally hurtful things to and near me. Also that fucking intern is there. Also I’m pissed. Also I’m emotionally distraught. So I declined her offer. Even if I could get something good out of that meeting, I’m pretty sure I would have just had a breakdown in the corner. So I didn’t want to embarrass myself like that or make people feel uncomfortable for doing their normal business. 8. So by this point I’m sure I’m going to be snippy or mean or start crying in front of people, so my goal was to finish my most important task and leave at noon. I finish, I grab my bag to leave. As I do, they all get out of their storyboard meeting and bluster past me because they are now late for seeing the storyboard trainee program final presentations. GREAT. 9. Another production coworker of mine comments on how its important for them to go in case they see anyone they’d like to hire as a revisionist. I fianlly hit FUCKIT and say “IM GOING HOME.” And so I go to walk to the elevators. 10. I chose the wrong time to walk to the elevators because everyone in that meeting is waiting at the elevators to go look at the storyboard trainee presentations and scope out the new talent. They’re in too much of a busy mind to notice that I’m about to cry and am probably glaring with white knuckles as I clutch my bag. Luckily for me the elevator is full and I have an excuse to take the next one and not theirs. A part of me wished that they would say “come on in! i’m sure you can fit!” But... stuff like that never happens with them. No one goes out of their way to include me in things. So... whatever. Maybe I’m just being negative trying to find the bad in every little thing, but this is a rant so I’m going to do just that because fuck the consequences of people liking me and thinking I know how to adult properly. 11. I’m driving home and get a message from my coworker (glanced at a long red dont arrest me pls wait till tomorrow) saying that the intern asked if I had sent her intern evaluation to her school yet. I did. A few weeks ago. This isn’t really a bad thing it’s just that I was finally fucking free and just about to not have any reason to keep it together but then BAM. Intern shows up in my life again. Right after I though it was all over. A little god damn poke. Now So I managed to drive home without crashing into buildings or furiously honking and I am now just holding my cat and typing this. I’m pretty sure none of my coworkers will ever see this. A part of me wishes they would and that maybe they’d care, because I really don’t want to have to start a conversation specifically about all of this with them.    Who the hell starts a conversation with: “By the way boss, can you please stop discussing giving the intern freelance work when I’m within earshot let alone in my god damn 6′x8′ cube?” “Hey boss, remember when I asked you for feedback and got none? Why does the intern get your full attention when you are even busier?” “Hey boss, why have you hired 4 more revisionists when you said that’d you’d love to have me as one? Did you forget? Were you just lying to me because you didn’t know how to give me feedback? Did you even care about what you say to me?” “Hey intern, I understand you are excited and this is a great opportunity for you, but can you please read the room at least a little because I want to cry every single time?” “Hey everyone, I want to be a board artist remember? REMEMBER?” ”Hey everyone... I’m an artist too.” “Hey everyone, can anyone just give me a little help?” ”Hey everyone, if I keep my purse stocked with your allergy medications, pain killers, band aids, digestive relief, girly goods and keep good snacks around and remember your schedules and try to make your jobs easier and serve as your primary IT person...will you remember that I’m here?” “Hey everyone, do you all dislike me or do you all just not care enough to notice me?” They’re all good people, but it’s not stuff that I really know how to say just out of the blue. So today... I just couldn’t stand being even in my own cube anymore. I’m not an outgoing entrepreneurial person who bugs people everyday trying to sell themselves as an artist. I’m someone who tells you my intentions, and asks for help, and then believes people when they tell me sorry they’re busy, that they wish they could help, that they’d love to have me if only not for “x”. No one is entitled to give me a job or help me. But... I don’t get why I’m the only one who gets nothing for a response when I do ask. If they were busy, that’d be fine. But since then things have gotten busier, and my boss personally worked through multiple iterations of my intern’s practice board with her. A good piece of advice I got was that your first 5 tests are awful...but I can’t even get anyone to give me my first one. I’m told to work hard and “git gud”. But it feels like I’m just bashing my head against a brick wall, and no one even acknowledges the effort. It feels like if I decide to stop doing that because I’m about to have a breakdown, I’ll be looked down on as a quitter and not passionate enough. I have passion, but all of this is 100% killing it, and I don’t want to hate art. I really don’t. But I’m starting to. It’s hard for me to enjoy it when now it’s only done to seek attention and approval that I’ll never get from these people. Today would have been difficult still, but not unbearable if not for that. My grandfather’s death isn’t a tragedy for me. He was in pain for a long time and he definitely made the most of his life. The tragedy is that despite all of this, my aunt decided that my family didn’t deserve to know that our grandfather, my father’s father (who lives literally 5 minutes away by car), had passed. I’m definitely not looking forward to the memorial service for my grandfather. Not because the death is hard to deal with but because all of the family there is. Would love to make life terrible for my aunt. Would love to be just as petty. I have so many colorful things to say and do. But ultimately none of that matters. It’s just death. Nothing changes it or adds a new flavor to it. So all of that anger and hurt just kinda snowballed today. And to top it all off as I’m typing this some asshole is beating a dog somewhere in the neighborhood and the dog is screaming and yelping. (called the police so hopefully they find them) Thanks for reading this long negative rant. I hope it helps anyone who is feeling similarly frustrated, because I dont have someone around who’s breaking down quite like I am so this is all I have. Shooting it into the internet in a passive aggressive attempt and chance that maybe someone who needs to read it will. Positive news: I watered my plants with the extra time. I hugged my cat. I will be returning with art for Mermay.

#bad day #rant

[bethhxrmon]

All I Ask of You Pt. 36

“Say you want me with you now and always” - “All I Ask of You” from Phantom of the Opera

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None really???

Summary: That whole climax thing is getting pretty close

A/N: As always I can’t wait for your guys’s feedback and the masterlist is in my bio!

When they landed, it was still light out. Granted, that didn’t say very much since it was summer, but the sunlight in Tahoe was far different from the overcast skies in Seattle. Still, it all just reminded Annie that they hadn’t been in Seattle for very long in the first place. Which made sense, they didn’t want to draw attention to themselves. Except, she still felt like she hadn’t been in the new suit for long enough to face such a huge threat. But then again, would she ever be prepared?

She tried not to think about how prepared she was for what was going to end up happening. It was easier to think that she was. To keep thinking about how she had defeated Carnival at one point. At the very least, she had made it so it took him a long while to finally come back. Maybe if there was someone else and maybe with better equipment, she could finally get it done for good.

Those were the handful of thoughts that kept her from trying to convince everyone that they didn’t need to go back just yet. Though, the thought of coming up with any sort of excuse to keep them there was tempting.

Being in the cabins with everyone put everything into a sort of limbo. Sure, all the experiences she was having were real. Everyone who was there, she was going to end up seeing again regularly after all this was over. However, things would more than likely never be as calm as they were in that moment and she knew it. She would have killed to stay there with everyone for longer.

Once they were back at the cabins, Annie tried to get a head start on packing up her things. Only, as she started to pack up her things, she got distracted by everything around her. She picked up her ukulele and started to strum something on it.

It wasn’t anything special, but it was the song she had to learn for the Seussical over a year ago. That was the song she always reverted back to when she couldn’t remember the chords to the other songs she had been trying to figure out.

“That was really good,” Pepper commented, causing Annie to jump a little bit.

The girl turned and smiled a bit, “Thanks, I had to play it for this one musical awhile back, it was pretty fun to learn.”

“Well, I’m glad we got that for you.”

Annie sighed, “Hey, what’re we doing for dinner?”

“Oh, I think we were just gonna sit around the fire and make some hot dogs and s’mores or something like that,” Pepper replied.

Annie frowned a little bit, “Um… jeez, I really hate being ‘that person’ but um… could we maybe not do a fire? I mean, we can, I just um… I can’t do smoke really well. It freaks me out, and I mean, I know I’m gonna probably have to deal with smoke later and it shouldn’t be a big deal, you know what, um… forget it, that sounds great.”

“Hey, Annie, when you say that it freaks you out, what do you mean?” Pepper asked, sitting next to Annie on the floor.

She shrugged, “Just, well, I think about the fire and then about Tina and then falling through that one building, and I can’t breathe… but I need to get over it at some point, right?”

“That’s something we need to know about. We can help you sort this sort of thing out, but we aren’t going to start by placing you around a fire where smoke is probably going to end up choking you one way or another.”

“Oh, come on, I gotta get over it sooner or later.”

“Except you’re definitely not ready. You need a chance to face that issue in a more healthy setting when you’re more prepared.”

“But I don’t have time for that, I-I gotta face Carnival, and… honestly, if I could do it on my own again, I’d rather do that than risk getting anyone else hurt. This would be like getting myself prepped.”

“Absolutely not, we’re going to change plans because having you suffer a panic attack isn’t healthy, okay?”

Annie huffed, “It would be fine, I promise.”

“You can’t promise that.”

She frowned, her hand running over the smooth wood of the ukulele, “Okay, maybe not, but I can’t be weak right now.”

“You’re not being weak.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re freaking awesome, I mean, you’re out there being a CEO of a major company and you face all types of stuff through that alone.”

“And I manage that by knowing where my limits are. You shouldn’t force yourself into situations for no good reason. That’s how you end up getting yourself hurt.”

“So you don’t think I’m being a bother for that?” Annie asked, looking up.

Pepper shook her head, “Not in the slightest, and for the record, I’d have to say that you’re freaking awesome yourself. There are only a few people in the world who can manage going out and saving the day and not think very much of it. And you’re one of those people.”

“Oh please, I just glide around and make barriers.”

Pepper laughed a little, opening her arms, “Come here.”

Annie hugged Pepper tightly, “You and Tony are super close, right?”

“That would be a word for it,” Pepper responded, smiling.

Annie sighed, “Has he ever mentioned what he would think about me being his kid?”

“Well, if I’m being honest, Tony didn’t want to mention the possibility to you. But he wouldn’t stop talking about it, so I finally got him to go ahead and tell you. And you know what? He doesn’t get why you like theater as much as you do, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone try to read up on it so quickly.”

Annie’s jaw dropped, “Wait… he tried to research theater stuff? But… why?”

“I think he wanted to see why you liked it so much. And I don’t think he gets it now either, but I also think that he would be proud of you anyways. See, I think if you stay confident in what you’re doing, he’s going to be proud anyways. Hell, I think it’d be that way even if you don’t end up being his kid.”

-Annie smiled, “I mean, that’s more than my dad’s ever done.”

“Well, I’m not going to tell you what you should do with your own dad, but I’ve always found that the family I make over time ends up meaning more to me than the people I grew up with,” Pepper offered before letting go, “And I’m going to go order some Chinese for tonight.”

“I’ll try to get some packing done.”

During dinner that night, everyone tried to ignore what was going to end up happening soon. It probably would have benefitted them to talk over their plan another few times, but none of them wanted to acknowledge the risk involved. So instead, they all talked about nothing. All of them went on about small things that they could think of. Anything that didn’t even remotely involve the plan.

The plan had several ways in which it could go wrong. Of course, the whole point was that there would be at least two people against one. If things got to a certain point, Tony said that he would join in. Granted, the closer the time came, the more Annie felt like he should just be right with them the whole time. She almost wanted to see if it was possible to get a few other Avengers in on the plan as well on short notice. It would make everything easier, that was for certain.

But Annie wanted to prove herself. She had to. That was the one shot she had to get over everything that had happened.

The greater part of the evening was spent packing up everything. Though, Annie kept moving around her room sluggishly, slowly folding up clothes and organizing her suitcase. How in the world had she managed to fit so much into her suitcase to begin with?

By the time she had finished, it was nearly midnight and Annie still didn’t feel like she was going to get to sleep any time soon. Just thinking about facing Carnival made her pulse rush. What if she went to use one of the knives and he ended up getting a hold of it instead? Or what if the new web fluid backfired? What if, no matter what she did, this crazy villain she had spent the better part of her superhero career trying to defeat ended up beating them anyways?

She paced the room back and forth, continuing to think into every intricacy. There was no way that she was the only one, but as long as she just kept her door shut, maybe everyone would think she was asleep. By all rights, she needed to sleep, but how could she?

Then there was a soft knock at her door. She definitely wasn’t the only one up. Granted, the fact that she still saw a light on in the other cabin could have told her that to begin with.

Annie opened the door to see Peter, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Can’t sleep,” Peter said with a shrug, walking in as Annie let him in.

She laughed a little, “Me neither… and I think we’re the ones who’re actually supposed to get sleep.”

“Well, then clearly we’re doing a bad job,” Peter said with a small smile.

“Are you scared?”

“Hm?”

“About tomorrow, are you scared?” Annie asked, her brown eyes gazing at his.

Peter ran a hand through his hair, “Um yeah, you?”

“Terrified. I mean, I think we have a shot, we work pretty well together and all, but I also worked pretty well on my own. That didn’t get me nearly as far as I thought it would.”

“Why do you say that?”

Annie sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed, “I mean, the first time back in Seattle, I thought I’d blasted him into just not existing. And then I see him in New York, it makes me feel like I don’t really know what I’m doing, like, at all.”

“Hey, how could you have known any better?” Peter pointed out, sitting next to her and pulling her close, “And now we know what we can do better. And do you know why? It’s because you’re here to tell us.”

“But what if it doesn’t work again?”

“Then we’ll keep on looking for something that does work,” Peter told her, kissing her forehead, “It’s gonna be okay.”

Annie, hugged him tightly, “I really hope so.”

“You know, you’re better at this than you’ve been giving yourself credit for. We’ve been practicing for this for months.”

“Yeah, but I’ve barely had time with these knives, what if I, like, stab myself?”

Peter shook his head, “You won’t, trust me. That Carnival dude won’t be expecting it,  though, it’ll help you if you’re stuck.”

“You’re right.”

Annie stared at Peter, their foreheads pressed together. She closed the gap, pressing her lips against his. Every time, kissing him ended up feeling just as right as the first time. He was holding her close, his arms wrapped around her waist. She found her fingers becoming entangled in Peter’s hair, and he pulled her so she was in his lap.

After a few moments, Peter went to slowly lay down, but they were so entangled in each other that they landed on the bed rather clumsily, forcing them to break apart. They both laughed before colliding right into each other again, right back to where they had left off.

Eventually they broke apart, laying on their sides facing each other. Annie smiled a little before nuzzling into his chest. She felt Peter’s arms wrapped tightly around her as she closed her eyes.

“Um… should we turn off the lights?” he asked.

Annie opened her eyes and sat up, “Oh, right. I got that.”

She concentrated on the light switch across the room, manipulating it so that it would simply flip itself off.

“Wait… do you have telekinesis too?!” Peter whispered excitedly.

Laughing, Annie pressed a kiss to his cheek, “No, I just started figuring out how to get potential energy to turn kinetic on a smaller scale. Pretty neat, right?”

“It’s amazing… you’re amazing, actually,” Peter paused, “Did you want me to stay with you? I know I just kinda invited myself, I just thought you would be up and um… yeah, I can go if you want.”

She pulled Peter closer, her lips brushing over his again, “No, I want you here.”

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[studentville-struggles]

On Set // Part 3

Chris Evans x reader

Multi-part series following the reader’s life on the set of the latest Avengers film 

Part 3

Words: 2,797 (oops and its all trash I’m sorry)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nudity, its trash writing 

So I wrote a lot of this after a colossal meltdown so this may well not make sense (I tried to fix it) and its kinda total trash but ya know; here it is! I really hope this is okay and please leave some feedback or let me know if you liked it!

Masterlist // Part 1 // Part 2

“Cut!” Anthony shouted from off set. “Well done guys, that’s it for the day, go get some rest.”

You’d just finished filming a scene with Chris and Tom where Spiderman and Captain America are chewing out your character for various reasons. And after the conversation you’d had with Tom the day before, he kept making the weirdest of faces at you every time there was a break in filming. Well, he was doing it during the filming as well until you cracked a smile and had to reshoot the scene introduction... shaking your head at Tom one last time, you turned, walking back towards your dressing room.

“Y/N!” Chris called for you, jogging to catch up to you.  

“Captain.” You winked, knowing how much it frustrated Chris when you called him that off camera. He starts spluttering out complaints almost immediately, as predicted, so you needed to get him back his normal focused self. “What’s up?”  

“Oh, right, yeah. I was just wanting to check in, see if everything was okay? You seemed a little distracted today.” That would be Tom’s fault, but whatever. Still, thoughtful Chris is cute.  

“Yeah, all okay, just couldn’t seem to keep my focus up for some reason.” Not a lie, to be fair.  

“Good, good. I wasn’t sure whether Scarlett inviting the sack of crap and his friends round for the weekly cast dinner would be an issue. I can have them removed if you want that, just say the word.” Scarlett did what now? You didn’t even bother covering the shock you felt. “You didn’t know... I’ll have them removed.” She’s planned something... you could feel it.  

“No, no, Chris it’s okay! I didn’t know they were coming over but it’s not an issue I promise. It’s all in the past, you don’t have to worry.”  

“You still look tense.”  

“I do feel a little tense, to be honest. I don’t think I stretched very well this morning.” That is true, you usually stretched before coming in, a habit your trainer Steve had instilled in you.  

“I’m heading to the gym if you want to join?” How sweet, it would be just like to good old days, except now you can actually keep up with Chris. You used to just be a flushed, sweaty mess in the corner of the gym, questioning if Steve Zim actually hated you.  

“That would be perfect.”

***

You could definitely focus now. However, your focus was how much you ached already, which was a lot. The conversation you’d had with Tom about how you and Chris acted around each other had been taking over your mind, and was driving you up the wall. You were debating every single interaction, trying to see what the motives for every comment, joke, and flirty comment could be. You'd flirted before and that hadn’t changed, everyone did it, but now you were really thinking about it. As a result, you pushed hard at the gym, and Chris took your lead. You’d worked out together for over a year now so knew how to get the most out of each other.  

Typically, you two would have a quick rinse in the locker room showers, known as ‘the gym shower’, before heading home in sweatpants, and then have what you called a ‘full shower’ at home. Tonight was no different, though you made sure to leave enough time to be home and ready for the cast dinner.  

Once a week, you would all make an effort to have as many of you as could be there, in the main dining room, for a huge family-style dinner and groups would take turns cooking for everyone. This week was Scarlett, Chris Hemsworth, Tom Holland, Chris Pratt, and Elizabeth Olsen, so you knew it was going to be a great meal, huge, but oh so good. These meals were always such a good laugh, and fans seemed to love getting a glimpse of them on everyone’s Instagram stories. It was easy to get 20-30 of the cast around for these dinners so they usually took several hours of preparations; hence the group of five actors on cooking per week, and planning it so people would cook when they had quiet days on set.  

Walking out of the gym, you headed to the car park, having agreed to meet Chris in the car, ready to head back to the house. Slipping into the passenger seat, Chris started up the car and headed back to the house. Almost instantly, you started to fall asleep as you left the town, driving back to the countryside.  

When Chris realised that you’d fallen asleep, he turned the radio down and upon parking his car outside the house, whispered your name to see if you would wake easily. No one wants to wake anyone up from a nap; worldwide fact. Chris noticed that you had shifted in your sleep, trying to get into a more comfortable position and took this opportunity of you being restless to wake you up. He swiftly moved to your side of the car, opened the door and crouched beside you.  

“Y/N” He cooed. “We’re at the house now, you gotta get up so we can be showered and dressed in time for Scarlett’s big dinner.”

Stirring, you grumbled. “I don’t wanna.”

“I know sweetie.” Chris giggled at your tired response. “How about I give you a piggyback ride inside, take the hard bit out. You may need to hold the bags though..” Yawning as you try and wake up a bit more, you nod at Chris.

He chuckles again as he gives you a hand to help get out the car, the boys have always said it’s like dealing with a puppy when you’re sleepy.  You looked at Chris with one eyebrow raised, and a slight frown, silently asking whether he’s sure it’s okay to have a piggyback into the house and upstairs.  

“C’mon then you,” He handed you his bag to put over your shoulder like you did with your own. “Up you get.” He says in response, turning around and crouching so its easier to hop up onto his back. Once, he’s got you settled and starts walking towards the front door, you dropped your head down onto his shoulder, snuggling in a bit more, and murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ into his neck. This earned you yet another chuckle.  

“Lemme take a photo”

“I want one too!”

“Is she asleep?”  

Wondering why is this such a big deal to everyone, you lifted your head to look at who was wanting to photograph you and Chris. Obviously, the first thing you could notice was Toms huge shit eating grin. Making eye contact with him, his grin turned to the smuggest look you’d ever seen, hands on hips and all. Trying not to feed his smugness anymore you simply rolled your eyes and whispered to Chris that you didn’t mind walking upstairs if he wanted to put you down.  

“I pushed you really hard at the gym, only fair I carry you up when I said I would.” He said kindly, starting off towards the main staircase. Taking a last look around, you noticed your favourite group of extras had arrived and were yet again staring at you with open mouths. Stood beside them was Scarlett, smug-faced and seemingly very happy with me being stared at.  

“DINNERS IN THIRTY MINUTES, DON’T BE LATE!” Scarlett called up the stairs after you. Thirty minutes wasn’t long.  

Your room was on the same floor of the house as Chris’, so it was easy for him to drop you off at the right door.  

“Alright then sleeping beauty, time to start getting ready for dinner.” Chris said, carefully putting you down once he reached your door. Smiling up at him, you thanked him again for carrying you inside and up the stairs. Chris being Chris, and just being an adorable human, muttered an ‘anytime’, whilst taking his bag that you offered out, before turning around and heading to his room.

After watching him cross the corridor and enter his room, you turned around and entered your own. You began emptying out the contents of your gym bag, putting the sweaty stuff into the laundry bag in the corner, and draping your gym towel over the radiator to help it dry faster. Once you’d finished your mini post gym routine; you stripped off your comfy clothes, wrapping yourself in a bath towel before wandering down the hallway into the bathroom. However, just as you reached the bathroom, Chris exited his room, having just done the same routine as you. With his room being directly next to the bathroom, he was half in the doorway just as you arrived at the door.

You knew you should have turned away, gone back to your room, and it definitely wasn’t the first time you’d seen Chris in such a state of undress. Something about him was drawing you in. Maybe it was the looks and gestures Tom had given you over the last couple of days; maybe it was the way he was so soft and gentle with you but also authoritative when you needed him to be (ie the gym cos you sure as hell wouldn’t work as hard if he wasn’t); or maybe that he managed to look both fine as hell but also cute and cuddly wrapped in a fluffy towel. Whatever it was, it was causing a feeling you weren’t sure you liked.

“Looks like we’ve got a stale-mate here Evans.” You joked, leaning against the doorframe.

“If you want to go first Y/N I don’t mind waiting.” Was Chris, nervous?

“Well I was behind you so I should wait, should being the keyword.” You started, currently sounding like an ass, great start here Y/N. “But you heard Scarlett, we can’t be late. So I was thinking; why don’t we save some water, and some time, and shower together.” Oh yeah, whatever this was, it was going to get you in some real shit. Tom would die if he knew about this.  

Chris was flustered now, even you could tell. The not-so-subtle way he drew his bottom lip in to bite was a mild give away. Building on this random confidence you seem to have, you took a step closer to Chris, separated now only by the two towels.  

“What do you say, Captain? I mean we’re both adult’s right?” You asked Chris, looking up at him. Calling him ‘Captain’ had the same effect as always. “You can close the door and we might make it to dinner on time, or you can walk out of here and I won’t take any offense.” You added, making sure he knew this was all in his control now.  

His response? Placing one arm around your waist to steady you against him, he used the other to push the door closed behind you and obviously paired with a dashing Evans smile. Without wasting any time, you turned, dropped your towel and started up the shower, letting it steam up around you. You must’ve caught Chris off guard as he did his little awkward cough. Trying to help him get over himself, you reached out your arm, offering him a hand. When he accepted, you pulled him into the shower, making sure to keep eye contact with the very attractive, naked, man in front of you.  

Keeping eyes at eye levels seemed to prove difficult for both of you, Chris deciding maybe it was better to feel than see, and so closed the distance between the two of you. You weren’t flush against him but you were close enough that most movements would cause a fleeting touch. Reaching around behind Chris, you grabbed the body wash off the shelf and poured some out, handing it to Chris to do the same, before lathering it up all over. Same thing you did every day before now but suddenly it seemed to have another meaning. The fact that Chris Evans was naked and in the shower with you, seemed to catch up and the confidence shifted from you to him.  

“Can’t let you hog all the water, can I sugar?” Chris whispered into your ear as he placed an arm around you again, pulling you flush against him, and spinning you both, allowing him to be under the flow of water with you. Naturally, you wrapped your arms around him, in an attempt to steady yourself.  

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, eyes full of truth and caring. At that moment you realised that you and Chris may not be quite the platonic friendship, and you may not want it to be that platonic friendship anymore.  

Slightly reeling from this realisation, you quietly continued on with your individual shower routines. It was only when you were stood rinsing the conditioner out of your hair that you realised the revealing position you were stood in gave Chris a very good look at your figure - something the two of you had managed to avoid by staying close enough to feel rather than see. Opening your eyes to look at Chris, the effect you were having was very obvious. He was tense, eyes dark but he couldn’t look away. As you looked at all of him you couldn’t help but bite your lip, he was a gorgeous man anyway, but covered in little drops of water, tense muscles and rock hard because of you, he looked divine. Eyes flicking back up to his, making eye contact for the first time, you lowered your arms to start covering yourself. Chris lunged towards you, basically pinning you into the corner of the shower.  

“Don’t ever feel like you should cover yourself, you are gorgeous.” Chris breathed out, never once breaking eye contact. You nodded, placing an arm over Chris’ shoulder, leaning on his and running a hand through his hair. Following this affection, he pulled you in closer against him, flush enough to feel everything. Only now breaking eye contact, he looked at your lips before his eyes closed slowly, leaning in, closing the last gap between you. His lips had barely brushed against yours when an alarm sounded, Chris pulled away groaning.

“What is that?” you asked looking around outside the shower for the source of the alarm.

“It’s my phone, I set an alarm for five minutes before dinner.” Chris grumbled as a response.

“Fuck, we need to go then.” You said, squeezing the excess water out your hair before stepping out the shower.

Quickly drying yourself off and wrapping the towel around your body, you turned to Chris with a grin. “See you at dinner?”

“Not sure I’ll see anyone else.” God that look of his did things to you.

Rushing to change, you made it downstairs just in time for dinner. Immediately Tom came scampering up to you with a very smug face.  

“What can I do for you now Holland?” You queried.

“Tell me why you’re looking awfully happy? You looked basically dead when Chris so heroically carried you in. Very cute by the way, I may have to make one of those photos my new lock screen. It’s between you two and the look on Daves face when he saw you being carried by Captain America.”

“I will kill you. Anyways, it’s amazing what a shower can you for your mood. Although I can't be mad at Daves reaction, I assume Scarlett has a plan for this evening?” Just as you spoke, Chris came downstairs, running a hand through his wet hair, he locked eyes with yours, still looking a little flustered.

Tom followed your gaze, wondering who you were staring at. Unfortunately, at the same time, Chris was too busy looking at you to notice where he was going and tripped up over a chair leg, stumbling very loudly. Always so subtle. Although he was getting more and more flustered by the minute, it was so adorable to see. Tom looked from you to Chris, and back again to you. You could see the wheels slowly turning in his head, and then Tom made the highest excited squeak you have ever head. Again, always so subtle.

“You did something, didn’t you?!” Tom whispered excitedly, not bothering to respond to your question. “I fucking called it!”

“I have no idea what you’re on about.” You replied, still grinning at Chris. 

“You will tell me everything and you know it.” In time, maybe you would, but not now.

Taking your seat at the table opposite Chris, you thought his flustered state was going to pass unnoticed, but no.

“Chris, you look like you could use a cup of tea. Are you okay?” Tom Hiddleston, canonically the most British man anyone has ever met.  

Part 4

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Out of the Water - Chapter IV

Synopsis: You were very proud to be a mermaid, thank you very much. You didn't want to be where the people were. Actually, you'd rather avoid it. Defending the merfolk was the biggest goal in your life... well, it was until you meet a certain pirate... it seems that your family really had a thing for humans, after all. Not that you'd ever admit it...

Pairing: Harry x reader

Warnings: none? Possibly grammar mistakes?

Part 4 of ?

Word Count: 2975

A/N: English isn't my first language, so I'll probably mess up some tenses, grammar and stuff. Go easy on me, please. Feedback is always appreciated

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You weren't an expert, but you had already seen that tree twenty minutes ago, and that rock, and that berry bush. Either Dude had no idea where he was leading the group or Ben was moving around really fast. Maybe, you should go after Fairy Godmother's wand instead, it was the most powerful magical object in Auradon, after all. If it had turned a pumpkin into a golden carriage, it would help an angst teenager to overcome her evil phase.

Gil stopped to eat some berries, and he was completelty mesmerized by them. The blonde boy even suggested that you played the icebreaker, praising Jay right after. The compliment took Jafar's son by surprise but he went on with it, and, in a matter of instants, he and Gil started chatting like childhood friends. Someone didn't seem very thrilled with the boys new found connection, though. Harry, whose attitude showed that he couldn't bare being left out, didn't waste time on making a scoff comment about the conversation.

As for you, it was gold to see the Harry's expression when Jay and Gil kept talking like they didn't hear the pirate's bitter words.

"They completely ignored you" you glanced over him just to see his smirk fading away from his face and turning into a scowl. Harry Hook didn't like to be overlooked, you could tell for sure, and you'd take advantage of that to bother him a little.

He deserved it, anyway.

"They are not even paying attention to you, how sad" you added, just to push his buttons a bit further.

It worked, he glared at you in such a way that made you glad that looks couldn't kill, otherwise you would have burst into flames. You took no notice of him, evil faces didn't scare you.

Hary catched a berry with his hook and ate it in a very dramatic way, drawing all attention to him. That guy was all about aesthetic, wasn't he?

"PS, your mutt went that way" he told Carlos and it was only then that everybody noticed that Dude wasn't around anymore. The boys followed to where Harry had motioned, leaving you and Jay, who grabbed a few more berries, behind.

"Look at you, all sociable and making friends" you teased him.

"Weren't you talking to Harry like, a second minute ago?" he threw your little chitchat with the pirate right in your face.

"I only want to get to know Uma's friends" you defended yourself, shrugging your shoulders.

"Why?" he questioned, intrigued by your answer.

Damn, you forgot you weren't supposed to know Uma at all.

"Well... you said it yourself and I quote, 'I have this thing about protecting every mermaid of the world', so if Mal keeps her promise and really let the VKs off the Isle, it means Uma will be staying in Auradon, and she is the daughter of Ursula, therefore, she is part of the merpeople who are under the protection of Atlantica and..."

"Okay, okay! I get it" he put his hand over your mouth, knowing very well that when you started talking about this subject, nothing could stop you.

In other situation that, wouldn't have stopped you to adduce your speech about the Isle and the rules of the sea, but since this was exacttly the reaction you expected to draw from him, you just pushed his hand aside.

You went after Dude, who finally seemed to be on the trail of Ben's whereabouts. Or it was what you thought, because all you could see were trees and more trees, and...

You heard a loud growl and out of nowhere a buffalo monster jumped from behind a tree, pouncing on the little squad. Good thing you all had good reflexes, because with the size of the claws of this over-grown furry ball, he would have ripped your guts out in the blink of an eye.

Now, more than ever, you regretted not going back to Atlantica.

What the hell was this thing?

Oh wait...

The blue and yellow combinantion...

The clothes...

Oh...

That thing was Ben.

Gosh, Audrey didn't take easily their break up, did she? You made a mental note of never ever dating her if this was how she treated her exes.

"Use your magic " Carlos cried out, urging you to do something about your beasty friend.

"My magic won't do any good. He needs true love kiss or something like that, and I am defenitely not a furry" you pratically shouted the last part, getting ready to defend yourself in case Ben decided to attack you again.

It was Gil who noticed something was wrong with the beast's hand.

"He's got a boo-boo that's why he is so cranky... My dad said his dad did not handle pain well, at all" he talked about his father's murder attempt on King Beast as if he was talking about the weather.

How precious was this boy?

Ben snarled at you again, and Carlos stepped in. Carefully, he approached the cursed boy, soothing him. You expected Ben to pluck out Carlos eyes or something, but the VK managed to pull the thorn out of Ben's furry hand with mastery, instead.

Nice...

Now what?

Out of nowhere, a blast of water flew right past your head and splashed all over Ben's beasty body. Slowly, he started to look less like a beast and more like an ordinary human being. You looked over your shoulder and saw Jane, who was holding a water blaster, it became quite clear that the Fairy Godmother's daughter was the one responsible for undoing partially Ben's curse. Who needed a magical wand when you had enchanted lake water, right?

You and Jay rushed to help Ben, holding him up and taking him to sit down on a rock nearby. The poor boy seemed to just have woken up from a nightmare. However, not even the enchanted water was strong enought to lift the spell completely, but it was funny to watch Jane splashing another blast of water on Ben's face in hopes of making his new grown beard and fangs to disappear.

"Don't worry" you reassured him "I'm sure Mal won't mind"

"Do you like it?" Ben grinned cheerfully and ran his hand over his beard, expecting your approval.

You hummed, not sure if he wanted to hear the truth. You looked away from your friend and saw Harry hitting on Jane and a jealous and protective Carlos interceding on her behalf.

You rolled your eyes. Being in Auradon was always like entering into some cheesy soap opera. The drama, the angst, the musical numbers that came out of nowhere...

While Jay and Carlos explained to Jane and a very confused Ben everything that had happened up to that point, you decide to stay away from the conversation to avoid questions that could lead them to realize you had helped Uma. Not that you were afraid of them, but if your grandfather knew about that, he would have a fit and King Triton's rage was feared in all seven seas and beyond. So, there you were again, left to talk to the villain kids who, although you weren't sure why, appeared to be a little apprehensive since Ben joined the group. Then again, it could be just your impression.

"Are you enjoying Auradon so far?" you asked the boys.

Gil went on a rant about what he liked so far, giving examples and detalied descriptions of flowers, grapes, threes, berries and all the things that you had in Auaradon and they didn't have back on the Isle, which was basically everything. He also said something about penguins and going on a jungle cruise with Jay, but you didn't pay attention because Harry leaned over you with that stupid smug grin of his.

"It's not as boring as I thought it would be" did he really have to come this close just to say that? You were pretty sure that his life's mission was to be as annoying as he could.

"Really? Everybody is cursed..." you replied, but it only made his grin to grow wider.

"Exactly"

You shook your head, what a weirdo.

"Hey" Gil called your name, making both you and Harry to turn your heads in his direction at the same time "Do you think Ben will kick us back to the Isle?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry stiffen up and his confident expression fade away.

Was it possible that they were worried that Ben wouldn't allow the kids to come off the Isle as Mal had promised?

"No!" you set their minds at rest "Ben may seem a bit innocent, but he is compassionate and very smart. The VK Program was idealized by him and even if people didn't agree with it, he put his foot down. I know Ben and I've annoyed him long enough about this matter, so I am sure he won't abandon the Isle. Also, Evie will kill him if he shuts down the program... Thus, I think you're good"

More than that, you would never let him put Uma back on the Isle and if he did that, it would become your personal goal to make him regret every decision he ever made in his life. Actually, if Ben dared to back down, you'd raise hell.

Finally, you arrived at Evie's home and in the right time! You've been walking on land for too long and starting to feel a little dehydrated. All you wanted to do was to come in and have a glass of water. Luckily, the girls were already waiting for you at the door and, as you got closer, they greeted the group, glad that everyone was alive and safe. Uma even teased Mal about Ben's fangs. Funny how a few hours earlier they were at each other's throats and now it was like they had always been friends.

"You okay?" you felt Uma's hand on your shoulder and looked at her, smiling.

"Yes, of course. Just feeling a bit dried. Have I mentioned how much I hate being ashore?"

"I don't know. Maybe a thousand times, just every single day since we met. 'Uma, the human world is a nightmare. Humans are so annoying and stinky, swimming with dolphings is so much better than anything else they have up there' " she made an impression of you, putting her hand on her forehead dramatically.

You groaned.

"Don't mock my pain, and I never said that. You know I much rather swim with rays, they're way more friendly than dolphins. Also, I do not speak like that".

"But the attitude is on point" she winked.

Then, it was decided that Jane, Gil and Doug would go after Fairy Godmother, who surely had become a stone statue like everybody else, otherwise she'd have appeared by now. Or maybe not, after a 16 years old boy was crowned King of Auradon you stopped believing adults had any idea what to do. Therefore, Fairy Godmother could very well be drinking tea while expecting that a bunch of teenagers would solve all the problems.

As soon as you entered Evie's cottage, you went straight to the kitchen. Getting the biggest cup you found, you filled it with water and, to give it an extra punch, you added some salt. It was the closest thing you had to ocean's water, anyway. The glass was almost touching your lips; unfortunately, everything went wrong.

Harry Hook literally came out of nowhere and took the glass from your hands, you tried to warn him against it but it was too late, the next moment he had already drunk all its content. You'd have laughed when his carefree expression changed into one of utter disgust as he swallowed the water, if he hadnt spitted out all of it on your face soon after.

You did what any sane person would have done: you started yelling at him.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" Harry screamed as loud as you "What kind of person drink salt water?" his pained expression showed that the taste still didn't have left his mouth.

"A mermaid, you barbarian!!" you shouted, doing your best to dry your face off.

"Were you trying to poison me?"

You scoffed at the pirate's words. Was he really accusing you? You had to give him kudos for his guts, because he lacked any commom sense.

"YOU STOLE MY FUCKING WATER!!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. If everyone in Auradon wasn't sleeping or a statue, they would have been able to hear all the nasty things you said to Harry, to which he replied accordingly.

It took you both a while to notice a third voice joining the riot, it was Uma's. Upon hearing the shouts and death threats, the girl entered the kitchen to find her best friends acting like angry sharks. It was almost amusing to see how fast Harry went quiet when he saw Uma there, asking if you two had gone mad.

"She tried to poison me, Uma!" he pointed at you accusingly.

"Excuse me!" you look at your friend, who couldn't be any less impressed by your petty explanations "He spit water on my face. MY WATER. I WAS GOING TO DRINK IT"

The sea witch's daughter rolled her eyes so hard that you could swear she saw her own brain.

"You know what, lass?" Harry got dangerously close to you, leaning slightly on the kitchen's table "I'm used to rotten food and sea water, but I have never tasted anything as dreadful as this. If this is what mermaids have to drink, I understand why so many of you want to leave the ocean".

You gasped and he grimmed, thinking he had finally gotten you. That pirate had just crossed the line and he had no idea who he was dealing with. You could put up with him stealing your drink and spitting it all over you, but talking bullshit about your beloved kin was something you weren't able to ignore. Uma would have to settle for having Gil as her first mate because you were about to kill Harry.

"You know what Hook" you said in your sweetest-sounding voice "You have the accent, the jacket, the hook, the smokey eyes... but you're still missing one thing... Better saying, you are not missing it..."

As quick as one could blink, you grabbed a small knife from the counter and stabbed it into the table close to where Harry's hand was lying.

"A FUCKING HAND!".

Okay, you wanted the knife to land close to Harry's hand, but it was a little too close... Actually, you failed to hit it for a couple of inches, had you done it a little bit to the left, Harry Hook would be lacking a finger.

Maybe you were kind of moody, after all.

Harry Hook had big blue eyes that usually sparkled with a boyish malice (and a bit of insanity), but, right now, he was looking at you with bulging eyes, one part of him didn't believe in what you just had done and the other was a little bit impressed by it. Of course all these emotions washed off from his face in seconds.

"DID YOU SEE IT, UMA? SHE IS CRAZY!"

"So, you can walk around spitting on people and threatening to hook them and that's okay? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME"

And the yelling started again, but Uma was having none of it and she knew both of you enough to understand that if someone did not step in, you wouldn't stop until one of you were dead.

"Stop both of you, right now!" she didn't even have to shout, just the look on her face was enough to make you shut up "We are on a very dangerous mission and we don't have time to deal with this silliness!"

"She started!"

"He started!"

You both cried out at the same time.

Uma took a deep breath, her patience running thin.

"I don't want to hear it. If you want to act like children, I'll treat you as such. Now, apologize to each other.

Harry and you exchanged looks of pure and sincere disgust.

"I won't do it" you threw your hands up.

"Neither will I" Harry declared, folding his arms.

"Great, so I'll call Evie and Gil and they can talk to you about the importance of friendship. I will personally ask them to sing about it"

Uma's threat was enough to make Harry turn to you and apologize.

Uma had real power over him. A true goddess, indeed.

"Okay, I'm sorry" the words that left his mouth were bitter and you knew he was dying inside for having to say them out loud, and that's why you enjoyed every single second of it.

In this moment, Mal called all of you to hurry up because they were about to go to Fairy Cottage, Uma gave you and Harry a warning look before leaving the kitchen and you went to fetch another glass of water. You were almost finishing to drink it when you notice Harry staring.

You took the last gulp and smiled innocently at him.

"I'm sorry, did you want some?" you asked.

"You didn't apologize" he raised an eyebrow and you put the glass down. Walking closer to him, you looked the pirate right in the eye.

"I just said I'm sorry, didn't I?"

"It doesn't count!"

"Yes, it does"

"No, it doesn't"

You hated to admit, but you were taking quite a liking to teasing him. Fortunately for you, Jay came into the kitchen to fetch you and Harry who were delaying the rest of the group. You couldn't help but notice the despleased look in the pirate's face.

Victory.

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[Part 2] It’s James. (Bodyguard!Bucky x Female!Reader)

It’s James.

Don’t forget it, doll, because it’ll be the only name you’ll be screaming the whole night.

tw’s: (unprotected) sex, language, alcohol, drugs, au setting

Tag list: @sp2900​ @bloodiedskirtts​

* inspired from an ask from @papi-chulo-bucky * my hand slipped and made this super long * comments/feedback are appreciated

Bucky couldn’t say he was past the point of no return. They still had their clothes on, and it wasn’t too late to shove her off and walk away. He also had ample time to take a cold shower and jack himself off before heading to bed to get a sufficient amount of rest.

The problem, however, was that he didn’t want to return. He wanted to stay under her touch as she peppered his face and neck in wanton kisses and go further, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. James Buchanan Barnes couldn’t fathom risking his reputation as the most honorable, respectable, and professional Director of the Secret Services just because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

“Stop.” Bucky’s tone was a weak attempt at being stern, while the supposed firm grip he had on her shoulders did nothing to stop her– anything he did at that point was blatantly ignored and wasn’t worthy of any sort of compliance. If anything, it only prompted her to press her heated core against his toned thigh, rocking her hips slowly to show how much she wanted him to get serious and stop her, or perhaps encourage her. She’d always been the boss of her own universe, so to have someone older and much more in control take that away from her had her squirming with arousal.

“Loosen up, Jake.” she giggled, sensing how tense and stiff his hands were. Placing her hands over his, she moved them to rest on her waist and dragged them upwards, letting his palms pass over the valley of her breasts and skim down to her stomach towards the direction of the spot that really needed attention. “It’ll be our secret. I promise.” she muttered in Bucky’s ear before taking his earlobe into her mouth, lightly sucking and biting.

It’s wrong!, his inner voice practically hollered at him, but his thought process was made hazy with arousal. He couldn’t deny how her expertly done ministrations sent him straight to Cloud 9 and beyond, but he also couldn’t deny the repercussions that were bound to come after their little moment– it was like being caught between a rock and a hard place, between lust and his career. Such thoughts seemed to evaporate, however, when his hands naturally started to knead and caress the soft mounds, making her sigh contentedly and gasp in pleasure, while his member strained against his pants, further clouding his thought process and the line of professionalism.

As wrong as the situation was to the naked eye, the way her sounds of sordid pleasure grew more intense, her whispers of how she wanted more, and the secrecy of their little encounter– everything seemed to fall into place and it felt so right.

She, however, felt the heat in her system intensify with lust, wanting nothing more than her buzzing, slow system to cooperate with the feral desire burning in her core. Closing her eyes, she allowed her desperate need for pleasure control her as she shamelessly ground her heated core against the prominent bulge in his pants. “Oh, Jeff.” she breathed. Through her intoxicated haze, she was aware that she’d been calling out the wrong name the entire time. As much as she wanted to correct herself, she didn’t know what to say.

“It’s James.” he growled the answer she’d been looking for the whole night, jaw tensing and teeth gritting before he hastily removed his suit jacket to show the crisp, white shirt that stretched nicely over the toned planes of his body.

He had come to a firm a decision, and that was to let his lust win over and have her scream the correct name as much as long as her voice could take it. Without any warning, he rolled her onto her back to hover over her, their faces mere inches away from each other. “Don’t forget it, doll, because it’ll the only name you’ll be screaming tonight.” his words were barely above a deep-toned whisper, and it sent delicious shudders all throughout her body.

“James.” she muttered out, lightly brushing her lips against his as she savored the sound of his name and the faint taste of whiskey on his lips. “Tell me every little thing you wanna do, James.” her voice was barely above a whisper, further drawing him into her. Cocking an eyebrow at her little challenge, Bucky moved to nudge her legs apart with his knee, audaciously pressing a toned thigh against her moist core.

“Well, baby doll.” he rasped, teeth lightly grazing the shell of her ear. “I wanna see how much you want this.” he murmured before ducking down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and neck. Fluttering her eyes closed, she turned her head to the side and further pressed her heated body against his. Drowned in lust, she became oblivious to the way his hand wandered up and down– cupping her plush backside before moving his hand under her skirt, trailing his fingers across the crotch of her underwear as he relished the warm, damp sensation that welcomed him.

“Oh, God.” she breathed out, feeling his fingers sneak its way into her underwear and run across her slit. Engaging in something so promiscuous wasn’t exactly new to her, but she could say that it was definitely her first time being handled by a man who knew his stuff– who knew that her humble bodyguard could treat her way better than those stuck-up conglomerate heirs she wasted her time on? “I’ve been a fool.” she uttered mindlessly, a bit too garbled for Bucky to make out.

Lost in thoughts of how good he was to her, she didn’t notice that Bucky had already slipped two fingers into her dripping core up until the pads of his fingers brushed against a certain bundle of nerves that made her jolt and roll her eyes so far back that she was certain only her scleras were visible. Bucky, on the other hand, could hardly hold himself back from biting down on his lower lip as his hand picked up the speed, greedily wanting to her more of her moans and whimpers of pleasure.

Despite the garage’s dim lighting, he could still see how her face was contorted in pleasure as it glowed with a light sheen of sweat, causing stray strands of her hair to stick to her forehead in an elegant disarray. At that moment, Bucky was so absorbed in seeing more of her coming apart and falling deeper in ecstasy that he failed to notice how tight she was around his fingers, indicating that she was close to her climax. It wasn’t until something warm sprayed on his lower stomach, soaking through his shirt, that he was brought back to earth and realized that shit, he just made her squirt. 

While Bucky has had his fair share of experience in the bedroom, he wouldn’t necessarily say that it was anything adventurous or notable, which is why it came as a surprise to him that he experienced what the porn industry seemingly shoved down the masses’ throats. She, on the other hand, tried her best to catch her breath as she lay flat on the vehicle’s leather seats, her lips curled up into a blissed out smile. She knew that should word of their little rendezvous get out, they would be in deep shit, but after knowing for sure that he’s the first man who ever treated her right in an intimate sense, she decided that it was absolutely worth the trouble.

Mustering all the strength she had left in her body, she sat up and motioned for him to do the same before taking the liberty to straddle him and place her damp crotch over his prominent bulge. Wasting no time, she moved to ghost her lips along his neck as she moved down south, gingerly getting onto her knees whilst unbuttoning his shirt before pressing needy kisses onto the newly-exposed skin, eliciting pleased sighs from Bucky as his left hand absentmindedly carded through her hair. Upon feeling her unzip his pants and run her warm palm over the tent that had formed in his boxers, he couldn’t help but bite down on his lower lip as he watched her seemingly admire with wide doe eyes what he had to offer, making him wonder if she’s ever been with anyone as– humility aside– gifted as he was.

Once she took the liberty to free his rock-hard member from its rather suffocating constraints, Bucky closed his eyes and leaned his head back, already falling into pleasure just from the cool air that seemingly caressed his heated shaft. Without warning, she gingerly poked her tongue out to coyly lick at the swollen head. Gasping, the brunette man’s grip on her hair tightened, giving her the impression that he was all for what she was about to do. Looking up at him through her dark lashes, she blinked in mock innocence a few times before dipping her head down to fully take him in her mouth. 

“Oh, fuck!” Bucky’s voice cracked as he cussed out loud, pleasantly jolted by how good it felt. Through hooded eyes, he watched as she bobbed her head up and down as she hollowed her cheeks, putting so much effort into pleasuring him as if it were her job. “Princess... My sweet little princess.” he absentmindedly breathed out, which seemed to fuel something that made her moan and attempt to take him in further, not stopping until she felt the tip of his member nudge the back of her throat. Not being able to hold back, he stilled her head with both hands as he thrust into her mouth wildly, causing her to moan around him while saliva ran down the sides of her mouth. It didn’t take more than ten thrusts for him to shudder and buck deep into her mouth, shooting a rather hefty load down her throat, which she was more than happy to swallow. “Shit, princess. Don’t waste a drop.” he grunted, finding himself slightly amused at how she turned out to be a swallow kind of lady; her pristine and spoiled image made him think that the mere thought of it would be more than enough to make her gag in disgust– it turns out that she was a little more adventurous than he thought.

On any given day, she would pull away before the first drop of semen could touch any part of her body, but this time, she made an exception; there was just something about her unbelievably attractive bodyguard that made her want to impress him. Perhaps, she had grown tired of the hopeless boys trying to impress her in bed, only for them to chase after their own pleasure before leaving her high and dry. Bucky, however, just had this confident, experienced air around him that told her that he would surely take care of her and then some, leading her to step up her game for that night– she didn’t want him to know that she had wasted her time on losers who had nothing but money to offer.

She couldn’t deny that the way he praised her further added to her arousal. Sure, she was flooded with compliments every waking minute, but she knew it was superficial and solely said just for the sake of saying something. However, with the way Bucky moaned out how she was doing so well and making him feel so good, she could feel the raw sincerity and got addicted to it. Hell, she would be more than willing to be painted with his load like a cheap whore as long as she could hear more of it.

Bucky’s thick, calloused fingers lazily danced along her jaw as he panted in an attempt to catch his breath, while she leaned her cheek on his thigh, occasionally poking her tongue out the lick at his semi-hard shaft. When she least expected it, he tightened his grip on her face and made her look up at him, making her meet his lust-filled gaze. In mock confusion, she slowly batted her eyelashes at him and slightly tilted her head to the side, making the man chuckle in amusement at her rather transparent act. “Oh, princess.” he crooned, running his thumb over her swollen lower lip. Wordlessly, he pulled her up by the waist to settle on the seats, gently guiding her to lay on her back before he hovered over her.

The two were enveloped in a brief moment of silence as they caught their breaths and looked into each others’ lust-blown gazes. Licking her lips, she gingerly reached out a hand to cup his cheek as she slowly pulled him down for a heated kiss, to which he eagerly reciprocated as he felt himself grow hard once more. Upon feeling his bare arousal lightly prod at her exposed thigh, she hooked her legs around his waist to grind her dampened sex against it. Moaning into her mouth, he gripped the plush flesh wrapped around him, lightly sinking his fingers into it whilst rolling his hips into her. 

“Ah, fuck!” she cried, immediately getting addicted to the feeling of his bare erection rubbing through her clothed, heated core. She was still quite sensitive from his earlier ministrations, hence leading her to abruptly orgasm, moving her grip from his face to his shoulders as she moaned out and screwed her eyes shut tightly; she can’t recall if someone ever made her orgasm twice in a row, but if they did, it seemed like it’s been a while given how foreign the feeling was to her. “Jesus fuck!” she choked out, feeling her entire body buzz with the euphoric aftershocks of her orgasm.

Bucky couldn’t help but feel his heart swell with pride (and arrogance) at how he made her into a sweaty, moaning mess, and he wasn’t even halfway through with her. As hesitant as he was in the beginning, he was way in too deep right now. In his life, the high-profile former Secret Services Director had his fair share of drugs, alcohol, and gambling, but always found the will to keep himself from getting hooked. Getting a taste of her, however, made it almost impossible for him to control and stop himself– professionalism be damned. All he knew at that moment was that he had to get his fix of her while he still can; God knows when they’ll get to do this again, and he wouldn’t know what to do until then– for sure, his right hand would absolutely be useless after this encounter.

“James.” she rasped, pulling him out of his reverie and diverting his attention into her lustful, needy gaze peeking through her eyelids that have gotten heavy with pleasure. “I want you so badly.” she murmured before grinding her clothed crotch into his stiff member once more.

“I want you, too, princess.” Bucky gruffly replied, running his hands over her smooth expanse of her legs before briefly pulling away to flip her onto her stomach, gripping her hips and pressing himself against her ass once he got her where he wanted her. Sighing in bliss, she pressed her cheek against the semi-sticky leather seats and arched her back, wiggling her hips against him in anticipation. “You have no idea.” his voice was barely above a whisper as his hands pushed her skirt up, revealing her plush, scantily clad backside to him. “Sweet Jesus.” he muttered, biting down on his lower lip as he his warm, calloused palms ran through her ass before moving it across her waist to cup her breasts.

Upon feeling him knead the flesh and tug at her nipples through the her clothes before harshly ripping her dress to get a better feel of her luscious assets, she let out another satisfied sigh, shifting to press her core against his bare member before rubbing herself against him. Realizing that she was more than ready for what he had in store for her, he let out an amused chuckle at her desperation before tugging her underwear down to her knees, making her gasp and whimper at the cool pads of his fingers running up and down her leaking slit.

“My, my, princess.” Bucky was in awe at how soaked she was for him; never in his life did he fathom he would have a seemingly untouchable, out-of-his-league lady on her knees, desperate and begging for him– it made his cock swell and further harden in arousal, as if it wasn’t hard enough. He had planned to tease and frustrate her all night long, the same way she teased and sexually frustrated him since Day 1, but he couldn’t hold back his excitement and decided that he just had to have her right now. “You’re soaked.” he mindlessly commented, though it didn’t go unnoticed as the heat crawled up to her cheeks while her legs closed ever so slightly, embarrassed at how desperate she probably looked at the moment. “Don’t be shy, princess. You’re not as pristine as people think.” Bucky cooed teasingly, placing a rather harsh smack on her bottom and a tug on her nipple, urging her to keep her legs apart as a wanton moan escaped her lips.

“Fucking hurry up!” she hissed in impatience, proving that despite the weight of intoxication and arousal, she still was the sassy, smart-mouthed brat; perhaps, it was part and parcel of who she really was. She knew that it was always her way or no way, but in that particular moment, however, where she was under the mercy of a dominating, headstrong man, she knew that it was best to watch herself or she’d never get what she wanted.

Raising an eyebrow at her snark, Bucky placed another harsh smack across her ass before tugging her head back by her hair, as if to warn her to pipe down. “Feisty, are we?” the brunette tutted, biting back the amused smirk that was making its way to his face. Soothingly rubbing the red mark, he gripped his cock with his free hand, giving it a few tugs before aligning it with her soaked core, running the angrily read head up and down just to tease her.

Feeling him prolong the teasing and take her farther away from what she wanted the most at that moment, she felt tears prick at her eyes as she jerked her hips back in a futile attempt to relieve herself. Finally caving it, Bucky leaned down to level his lips to her ear, whispering promises of how he’ll give it to her and make her feel so good that she’ll never forget it, making her whimper as she mindlessly nodded her head in hopes that her show of desperation would make him give in. Letting out a low chuckle at how adorable she was even at her most immodest state, he inhaled sharply before inserting the tip of his member into her, relishing the feel of her warm, silky walls embracing his shaft as he took his time pushing in inch by inch, letting out a shaky breath each time he did so.

“Oh, James!” she cried out, her nails scratching on the seats in an attempt to hold onto something, anything that would keep her from floating away on her orgasmic high. Interpreting her response as positive affirmation, Bucky’s grip on her hips and hair tightened as he thrust into her, letting out a stuttered gasp as he felt her walls clench around him, while she mewled and moaned out at the pleasurable feeling of being so full– none of her lovers has ever come close to making her feel that way. “Shit, James, babe.” she muttered, feeling her head spin with arousal albeit him barely doing anything.

Not being able to hold himself back, Bucky tested the waters and thrust into her shallowly, eliciting moans and sighs from her while he threw his head back, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Soon enough, it seemed that his body acted on its own as he found himself thrusting erratically into her, giving into her pleas for him to go “deeper” and “harder”. Initially, he planned on taking full control of what was about to go down that night, but he found himself wrapped around her dainty finger as always, realizing that her pleasure was something he could get off to.

Feeling Bucky give it to her in a way that was electrifyingly foreign made it clear to her that there was no way she was going to last longer than she had hoped, especially since she was still quite sensitive from her previous orgasm. Bucky, however, had different plans, as he briefly pulled out of her and sat back down on the seats before pulling her onto his lap. Getting the message, she wasted no time in straddling him as one hand gripped his cock, guiding it back in her core, while her other hand held onto his nape for dear life. Once she was fully seated, she felt his cock lightly twitch and brush against a certain bundle of nerves that would reduce her into a sensitive, sobbing mess in no time. Bingo, was the only thought that crossed Bucky’s mind upon noting the sudden shift in her expression– he’s got her good now.

Given that she wasn’t as well-versed in the position as she is with others, she lifted her hips before sinking back down, testing the waters by riding him slowly; there was no way in hell that she was going to ruin this for them. Sensing her insecurity, Bucky reached out a hand to grip at her waist, while the other softly cupped her cheek, startling her and making her look at him. “You’re gonna ride me good, baby?” he asked huskily, to which she frantically nodded to in reply. “You’re gonna make me feel so good, huh? I know you will.” he added, making her clench around his swollen member further– she absolutely loved it when he talked dirty to her. “Shit!” he hissed as the grip he had on her waist tightened.

Oh, she was gonna be the death of him.

“Yes, James.” she whispered into his ear, before taking the dive and hastening the movement of her hips, alternating between bouncing on him and moving her hips in circles. Gritting his teeth, Bucky let out strings of curses and praise, hoping that by being talkative, he could distract himself from reaching his climax. As unfair as it was, however, he wanted her to reach hers quickly– there was just something so addicting about they way she looked when she was coming apart. With that thought in mind, his hand sneaked in between them, his fingers reaching out to circle and rub at her clit. “James– fuck! Right there!” she moaned out loud, the movement of her hips speeding up even more. As much as she wanted to make tonight all about them, her arousal sparked something greedy and selfish in her that she wanted to chase her orgasm.

Trying to prolong her orgasm was, in Bucky’s humble opinion, futile at this point– the thought of him teasing and punishing her the whole evening was a bust, as all he wanted to do at that moment was for them to be intertwined and drowned in ecstasy. “I’m not gonna last, princess.” Bucky groaned out, throwing his head back on the headrests as the touch he had on her clit grew heavier. “I’m not...” he trailed off, screwing his eyes shut and moving his hips up to meet her thrusts, eliciting cracked cries and long moans from her.

It was in Bucky’s nature to be alert and calculating, even when it came to small matters, but with the way their bodies fluidly moved as one, he lost track of time and all other senses. The only thing he could focus on at that moment was how the heat in his lower belly roared and eventually made its exit through his member, coating the walls of her warm cavern with copious amounts of his seed. It didn’t take more than five seconds for her to follow suit, reaching her climax with a high scream as she succumbed to the pleasure of him filling her up and lazily rubbing her sensitive nub. Her core clamped down on him so tightly that Bucky swore and abruptly let out another spurt of cum into her, making him let out a string of cusses at how deliciously overstimulated and sensitive he was. 

Lazily circling her hips, she made the most out of her orgasm and rode it out before flopping down in exhaustion, inhaling and exhaling deeply in an attempt to catch her breath. Bucky moved his hand from her waist and core up to skim up and down her back, blankly staring at the ceiling as he drowned in his post-orgasm high. “Jesus, princess.” he muttered lowly, disbelieving that they actually fucked and that she could fuck like no other. “You’re a damn catch.” he chuckled out, to which she hummed in response.

“Oh, James.” it was a shock that she was able to say his name correctly given that she was shrouded in paralyzing pleasure. “Goddamn, where have you been all my life?” she mumbled into his shoulder, eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. For someone who seemed to be void of romantic and sexual relationships, her bodyguard sure knew how to guard a lady’s body.

“I’ve always been here, princess.” was Bucky’s gruff reply, punctuating his statement with wet kisses along her breasts up to her neck as he laid her across the cool, leather seats to lay with her and bask in the afterglow a bit longer. “I’m here.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead as her eyes fluttered shut, a telling sign that he would have to carry her up to her bedroom just like he’d always do after her wild alcohol binges.

This time, however, it wouldn’t matter to him at all. That way, he could get a little more time with her, and perhaps get her even more intoxicated in something else if the opportunity presented itself.

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