#to sexy hand sanitizer fic

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Please don't take him just because you can

“Can you believe we’re considered essential workers, Finn? Like, where’s my hazard pay for explaining that yes, we’re out of yeast, shallots and all the frozen French-cut green beans? Not nutritional yeast, regular old yeast in packets,” Rey groused, lifting probably the nine millionth can of mediocre tuna-in-water onto the shelf. At least restocking, they could chat. When they were both at check-out, they might as well be a thousand miles apart.

“I’m glad we’re getting a paycheck,” Finn said. “Though I hear your righteous rage at the capitalist system that exploits and demeans us while expecting us to get our butts in here by 5 am so we can make sure the seniors have plenty of oatmeal and dried apricots to buy.”

“I dunno. This is so weird. Maybe we’re the lucky ones. We have something to do that makes a difference,” Rey said. Rose was going bananas at home with her dissertation defense indefinitely postpone, though JSTOR giving free access had made her squeal like Miss Piggy’s long-long sister. Assuming Piggy wouldn’t have taken that sister out.

“It is what it is,” Finn said, almost growling, mimicking Poe mimicking Luke doing his Zen-master thing. It somehow worked so Rey laughed. Just then, as if that tiny bit of levity had conjured him up to squash it more brutally than any potato bug had ever been squashed, Ben appeared at the end of the aisle, positively looming in his manager’s pique polo, his dark hair flopping across his face most ominously. Finn had once categorized Ben’s hair-flops and this was one of the worst in terms of ominous-ness. The pandemic’s silver lining was that he literally couldn’t afford to fire either of them. It wasn’t much.

“Rey, a word,” Ben said curtly. It was his best adverb.

“Now?” She held a can of tuna in each hand like she was Lady Justice balancing the scales.

“Now,” he said, without any modification. She threw Finn a look that said “Come find my body if I don’t return.” He nodded, very slightly. He wouldn’t let her down.

“So…” Rey said, once they were in the dead-empty prepared food area, not quite six feet apart. He better not kill her, Ben Solo, store manager of Empire Foods, which was a preposterous and self-aggrandizing name even when they had plenty of frozen French-cut beans and shallots. And yeast, nutritional or otherwise. He better not kill her except with his gorgeous dark eyes and those shoulders that made a forest green polo look like Galahad’s armor and those hands, so elegant it was like a graphic designer had drawn them to get an internship in Milan.

“So, you were really good to come in early. I saw the way you helped the older shoppers,” Ben said. She’d left out his voice in the list of things that might kill her, a colossal mistake, so one she was familiar with making.

“They’re scared. I get it,” Rey said. “It doesn’t cost anything to be kind.”

“I can’t get the board to give you guys extra money,” he said. Was it bitterly? Did he sound bitter about being told no? “I tried, I told them—”

“They didn’t listen, huh? Go figure, a bunch of execs not caring about the little guy,” Rey said. “Gal. Whatever.” Not bitterly, because who had time for that?

“Here,” Ben said, tossing something at her without any fucking warning at all. Fortunately, she had decent reflexes and also a lot of motivation not to look like an idiot in front of him.

“What?”

“It’s the last hand sanitizer in the store. The good kind, with aloe,” he said, dropping his insanely long lashes as he spoke. It was a pretty big bottle too, so it was good she’d caught it and not gotten clocked.

“You didn’t have to do this. Ben,” Rey said. Damn, she sounded awkward. She looked at the bottle in her hand; it was pretty big, eight ounces at least. And brand-name, not generic.

“You deserve more. I’m sorry. I’ll keep trying but at least, maybe this’ll help a little,” Ben said.

“I use soap and water at home, but it’s hard here,” she said. It wasn’t going to pay the rent, but who knew—it might save her life. Ben was looking at her like that was something that might actually be important to him.

“What do you sing?” he said, as if that were apropos of anything. Oh! He meant washing her hands.

“You don’t think I sing “Happy birthday?’” she asked.

“You’re not that basic.” She laughed and he smiled. God, what a smile he had!

“Jolene. Dolly Parton. Classic,” she said.

“I'm begging of you please don't take my man/ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene/ Please don't take him just because you can…” Ben sang in a totally unfair baritone. She had to work another eight hours minimum and she was going to hear the song in her head the whole time, in Ben’s undeniably sexy voice.

“You have good taste, Rey,” Ben said.

“Damn straight,” she said, shrugging. She was an engineering student working double shifts at a grocery store during a pandemic to try and pay her rent and her student loans. She’d take what she could get. Which was evidently free hand sanitizer and fantasies about her boss that, based on the look he was giving her, might have some basis in reality.

Couldn’t someone ask if they were out of two percent?

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Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store 2 / Barber Shop With Erik

Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Warnings : mature/sexual conversations?

it's a regular day in the stevens household. going to the beauty supply store again & the barber shop but hey it's fun cause it's you and your man.

First taking Erik to the beauty supply store fic:

“I could beat the brake off her lying ass. First of all, I should’ve known something was up cause she asked me if I’m natural. I said yes. She said well I normally do relaxed hair.. Then said you got to have your hair washed and blow dried already… Talking about she was going to have me serving 90s Nia Long. This bitch got me looking like big momma when she came home for that motherfucking party.” You continue your rant as Erik moves around the room looking for your body butter and your fluffy shoes to put on for the day.

You wanted a cute 90s pixie cut to go along with the theme of the maternity shoot which was like the cheesy 90s mall style set with the faded backdrop.

180 dollars and a lopsided , almost a golden bob later and you are still thinking about snatching her out of that salon.

“I’m gonna try and trim it up myself and dye it before the maternity photos tomorrow. But I’mma get two wigs just in case I mess up.” You explain to Erik as he begins to spread the body butter up your legs leaving a golden glow on your skin.

“Not you down there cackling after getting some hang time on the locs you been growing since high school... It’s quiet, ain't no back talk.” You banter with him and he stops massaging your legs to give you a look and laughs softly before giving you a retort of his own.

“You got a lot to say for somebody that can’t even lotion they ashy lil knees.”

“Your daughter been pushing against my organs for 8 and a half months. I don’t wanna hear nothing unless its about my push present. You know that I like rings… My engagement ring looking reeeealll lonely.” you say to him as you dangle your hand in front of his face.

“You look so fucking good today baby… Say, Big Fine, lemme get your number… I’mma eat the f-” he trails off kissing your legs and letting his tongue trail up it and you grab his chin softly.

“Boy if you don’t come on before you be late for your appointment… Can I stop and get a blue raspberry slushie first though?” you ask him and he sighs softly before giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Yeah, hold on let me grab your shoes and purse and then we can go.”

“And obviously yes when we come back before I install that lace front you can beat, duh.” you reply to him before giving him a peck to his lips.

After he grabs everything and helps you down the stairs. And with his help of putting you into his big ass truck you two are on your way.

“We’re going to get my hair cut first cause I already know you’re going to want to go to 2 different stores and it’s only gon’ take him about 15 minutes at the most to line me up.”

He wasn’t lying with the way that you liked to scan every section of the store before you left because to be honest where else were you going to get a pair of skittle shorts, bomb ass lip glosses, and a cute little panda hand sanitizer holder all in one place?

“Okay, sounds like a plan.. The way that I was supposed to have a hot girl summer this year and ended up with a damn its too hot for me to even put my clothes on mom summer. You really were not playing about trying to start a family on your birthday.” you joke as you crunch on your goldfish and look over at Erik.

“I think you just got finer through this whole thing. Watching my baby grow my baby is something surreal. In the beginning watching you go through all of the morning sickness and the body aches and stuff. I felt so bad you know not being able to physically take on all that was going on with you. I aint gon’ never not be appreciative and awe of you.” Erik replies with a serious comment that you were not expecting and you’d be damned if the hormones aren’t doing their thing.

“I really did not expect you to say that. Baabbbee, come on. You know I cry about everything right now. Love you.” you lean over to wrap your arms around him gently and kiss the side of his face while he’s focusing on the road.

“I love you too…. I think I’mma get my locs cut off soon. I don’t know why I’m ready to get a fade and just call it a day.” he questions before looking over at you briefly

“Either way you still gonna look good. I knew you before you even got your locs so you’re gonna look even better now because you grew into your head. Dee be cutting the fuck outta your hair even though he been bald for a good 40 years.” you say and it causes Erik to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You eventually ended up ordering a blue raspberry lemonade slushie, a hotdog and fries because Sonic basically took all of Erik's money at this point in your pregnancy.

The rest of your ride was chill as you both swayed to the music or turned it down for a little chat every now and then.

In public was always very protective of you but especially since becoming pregnant he has been hovering over you like a lion waiting for someone to even look at you for too long.

He hops out of the sleek matte black truck first to help you out and sling his arm around your waist with a hand resting on your belly.

You feel some eyes on you as you walk through the door. Your multi-coloured sundress that showcased your back, flowing with you.

Some of the men, new to the shop you assumed, were eyeing you down before Erik looked over their way and nods at them and they pretended to check their phones.

“What's up E? Damn lil sis look like she’s about to pop! How you feeling baby girl?” Dee greets you and Erik as you both walk in and some of the regulars in there say hey to the both of you.

“I’m alright Dee. Baby is just really ready to see the world. She has been kicking up a storm at times. I think we might have a little athlete here.” you reply and you watch as the greyed man with freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose eyes crinkle as he finishes cutting the man's hair sitting in the chair.

“I remember when I became a father for the first time. Shits wild because you think that you know everything there is to know and then when you actually see your baby take that first breath. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” He continues as he shows you a photo of his 4 children and you give him a small smile.

“Ooh, they’re beautiful.” you compliment him as you settle into your seat and scroll on your phone on your phone waiting for Erik to be next.

Some time went by and the men seemed like they were trying to keep their conversation in a hush and you can see some eyes on you as they talked back and forth.

“I’m just saying if you want a threesome with your girl and you expect her to be okay with letting another woman into her bed. You need to match her energy. Could you imagine your girl asking you to bring a whole nother man into your room if that’s not what you’re into? Instead of asking for it. Maybe try bringing toys into the situation. Could spice it up a notch and be in both of your comfort zones. Personally, couples vibrators seem to do the trick just fine.” You advise as you look up from scrolling on your Pinterest feed.

The little huddle of them in front of you stopped talking and immediately looked up at you in silence before Dee’s laugh broke it.

“I don’t know about bringing another man in. That ain't my thing but I get what you're saying. Which ones would you recommend?” The one named Leron asked and you notice Erik is now paying attention , looking from you to them to make sure they stay respectful.

“You better let them know , baby girl! That’s how that baby popped into fruition. She got you with the tantric breathing, huh E?” he jokes and Erik cracks into a smile, his golds gleaming as he looks at you.

“She not wrong. Engage in what your woman like too. Yoga, talking during sex, giving as much as you receive from her, all that. ” He says casually and shrugging and you give him a small smile cause this man done come so far from when you met him.

After he finishes lining up his beard, Erik pays and you’re on your way to one of your favourite places.

“You look so sexy. Your beard is all lined up crisp and stuff. I told you that beard oil was gonna even it out.” you say to him and kiss him below his ear . His hand gripped your thigh gently and you repeated it again.

It didn’t take long before you were at one of your favourite places.

You turned to Erik and asked him to buy a stocking cap for you to try on the wigs that you liked and wanted to see before you purchased it.

You slid on the stocking cap over your hair before grabbing a cute little 27 piece pixie cut wig just to try it on and see what it was giving . You finger combed it and turned to Erik to ask him how it looks.

“Like you finna start singing “Truth is i’m tired. Take me to the king. Here’s my offering-” .” You hold in your laugh as you push Erik’s chest and he grabs your hands.

“I can’t stand your ass !” You say cracking up and Erik grabs the stocking cap from his pocket that he brought himself and slides it over his locs.

You watch as he grabs one of the bobs from the mannequin and sits it half cocked on his head before shaking it side to side.

“What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold. You know what to do doooo. You know what to doooo.... This is your grand daddy. This is your grand daddy.” Erik starts acting like Andre 3000 and Mr. Brown. You swear this man was gonna make you push out this baby with how hard you were laughing at him.

“Why are you moving your lips like thaaat? What’s your name? B.O.B, so they calling you Bob? Stop playing nigga you know that I’m known for the bob.” you sing the nicki minaj lyrics to him and both of y’all get a good laugh before he takes off the wig and places it carefully back on the mannequin.

He looks over at the one that looked the most like your hair before you got it cut and slides it on.

His expressions changed and he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his hand on his stomach.

“Whew, my god E. You did this to me and for what? My ankles looking like cornbread huh? Look at this shit bae! If my nose swells for real in these next months, we fighting. Damn, I’m getting thick. I look like I'm pregnant in the front and the back. Can you get me two shrimp po’boys and some fries on the way home? ERIK, wake up- You our baby look like Stitch in this ultrasound? Stop playing , im for real.” he sounds exactly like you and mimicked your expressions to a t.

You giggled softly and snatched his wig off leaving him standing there looking crazy in the cap.

“You wanna fight?” You ask him before walking up on him like you’re on bad girls club and swinging the wig at him.

He helped you put the wig back on the mannequin and kissed both of your hands before continuing through the aisle with you.

You both ignored how many times the employee passed by or watched you as you grabbed some of the products from the shelf and put it into your little cart that you wanted to try.

“You wish this was you, huh? You wanted to be Future from 8 Mile so bad, huh? ” you ask Erik , laughing as you point to the full lace faux locs wig that’s in front of you and he shakes his head.

“She got you down bad. This you?” he asks you as he points to the lil gold church wig that’s sitting on the top shelf and you suck your teeth at him .

“You wanna dip dye your hair for tomorrow? A pretty auburn colour would look so good on you or even a baby blue?” You ask him as you move away from the wigs after deciding to put a off black lace front straight wig in your cart and another in sandy blonde with deep waves.

You scan the shelf of dye as Erik wraps his arm around your waist and takes a look.

“This one looks good right here.” He adds as he hands you a colour called Electric Blue.

“This is gonna look so good on you bae.” You compliment him and he leans down to kiss you softly.

“You only tryna compliment me cause you want me to help you install that wig. You think you slick bae.” he calls as he walks off towards the hair care products for his locs.

“Well, if I’m finna use the little energy I have to retwist your hair you could at least extend the helping hand!” You call after him.

“I haven’t tried peppermint oil yet but it should be good to add to my mix? Look, I found this small ass bonnet. She’s gonna be able to match us.” He says walking back to you and showing you the lilac bonnet in his hand and you swear you were about to tear up again cause all 3 of you were gonna have matching bonnets and durag.

“If she takes after both of us she’s gonna have a head full of hair. To cover that melon from your side.” You tease him

“Come on and grab your butterfly wings for your eyes so we can go home and finish our show. I’mma cook them snow crabs for you too.” he says to you and you can see him watching you like you hung the moon in the sky yourself as you venture off.

You grabbed the edge control, lashes, a new lipstick, earrings, glosses, Got2b spray, and some accessories for Erik’s hair before meeting him at the counter.

It took him all of two seconds to pay for your beauty supply store addiction and you were off on your way back to the crib to love on him.

Erik was currently standing behind you while you sat in the chair in his old large tshirt and held down the wig to the Ghost Bond glue.

You were talking him through helping you finish the install because you just didn't have the energy to do it.

“Okay you gon’ take a lil piece and wrap it around the wand. But please be careful baby. This one goes from like 0 to a 400 degrees so fast.” you warn and watch in the mirror as he takes the first piece and follows your instructions.

You watch him for a while focusing on your head and asking if you liked the way that it’s turning out. You smile softly at him and nod.

“I'm so grateful , you know. “ you say to him with a pout

“Damn, I was just about to send you a do you like me back yes or no text after this too.” he jokes and you shake your head.

“I’m tryna be serious and appreciate you-” you are cut off by him leaning down and pushing his plump lips out for a kiss from you

“I love you too. 2 more weeks and I get to have my two babies in my arms. What more could I want? ”

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(Long post. Sorry I'm still learning how to do the read more thing! Sorry for being gone from here for so long. This one really helped me ease back into writing especially after how much love the first one received!)

#erik killmonger #fanfic for black girls #erik killmonger smut #black panther #black panther fic

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: ahhhhh wow WOW cuties LOL i was not expecting this fic idea to keep me up in my sleep and occupy all my waking thoughts BUT thank you so so  much for you words of support!! hehe well....here we goooo i hope that ya’ll are ready teehee--also tags will be added as they come! You can read part one here

Two 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut, angst 

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, jeongin in this fic is my bb and i will protect him, sexy and smart jeongin tho still hehe 

CWs: mentions of death, people dying/killing, mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of getting drunk, hungover, and vomiting, a bombing. 

Word count: 5.2k 

Parts

ONE | TWO | THREE

The road was long and winding, pitch black, desolate, quiet and foreign. In the backseat of the car, Chan had slumped his head over on Jeongin’s shoulder and bobbed with the motions of the road. His nose would twitch in his sleep, and he would make little grunts of nonsense words. He had worked himself up after the banquet, and actually hadn’t stopped his “love confessions” until you told him to shut up or you would shut him up. 

Your partner’s glasses were illuminated from the screen of his laptop which he tapped quietly away at. You too felt drowsy, but sleep would be for later once you had properly arrived at the safe house, or safe hotel, or safe hole in the ground...whatever it was. 

“You hear anything from Carroll?” You slung your arm over the seat and lowered your voice. 

“Nothing yet.” His eyes flicked around the screen. “It’s almost like it’s too quiet. I’ve already told her that we have the prince and that he’s safe, but..nothing.” 

“You don’t think...they got targeted too?” 

Chan snored lightly on his bodyguard’s shoulder, and he didn’t dare to move an inch. 

“I sure as hell hope not. But...that would explain why things have been so quiet. If this was a larger scale attack...I don’t know what this could mean then.” 

From the darkness of the outside world in the car windows, you passed a forest of pines and oher types of stoic trees making up the mountainside. 

“Well, I think that we should be optimistic for the time being.” 

Jeongin nodded. He looked to be a mess: blood had splattered at his white shirt collar and in specks on his neck. His cracked lenses however, didn’t keep him from his work. He had pulled his tie loosely around his neck, and had also provided his jacket as a pseudo-blanket of sorts for the prince. The prince, had offered his own jacket to you seeing as you only had your dress, but you had been managing just fine. You accepted it, but only because it could soothe his chivalrous ego. He had a hard night already, so you saw it best. 

“Two, where are you taking us?” You called to the mysterious driver. 

Ever since meeting him at the hotel, he had been nearly silent the whole ride. 

The man cleared his throat, “As far away from here as I can. I don’t know of any safe houses so...I’m just trying to remove us.” 

“I can find one for us if Carroll doesn’t get back to me....which she should...” 

Jeongin was not one for speaking of his mother as anything other than his boss. Since he had been assigned to be your partner a few months ago, he had never referred to her as his mother, nor did he ever seem to harbor any emotion for the stern woman. Both of them had been a bit allusive to you, but that was simply how it was in this line of work. You didn’t know things about the people around you, and you didn’t need to ask. You had wondered if he had worried about her, or thought about her when you were on missions. The young man had trained rigorously, and had passed each exam from the academy with flying colors. After considering it for a while, you figured what immense pressure he must've been under: son of the woman in charge, a master at infiltration, espionage, manipulation, cybersecurity, and a million more things; he had to prove himself and more. 

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner, but you almost did wish that you had known more. 

Two fiddled with the radio, settling on a station that played some kind of country-western type music. 

“What’s your specialty Two? How’d you end up a part of this shitshow?” 

The driver laughed, then hummed along with the music for a moment. “This has been my gig for few years, but I’ve never been a part of this unit before. Carroll always saw it best for my services to be used in other places.” 

“You have a specialty?” Jeongin asked while still typing furiously. 

Two scratched the back of his head. “I do a little bit of everything. But...let’s just say that I’m good at making friends. That’s why Carroll likes me.” 

“--You know her personally?” Your partner quipped, but the edge to his voice didn’t sound like judgement, but rather caution. 

“We’ve had a few meetings.” 

“Hm.” 

You kicked off your heals to massage your aching toes. If only they had attacked at a time when you had the proper footwear. 

“You said we could also call you J?” You sprawled over the back seat in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable. Still, the plastic seatbelt buckles poked into your back. 

“Yes. You can call me J.” 

And that was that. No “What’s J stand for”, or “where are you from”, “where’s your home base,” “how did you rank at the academy?” You added questions to the list of things that weren’t allowed as well. 

Jeongin tore off his glasses with an exasperated sigh to rub at his tired eyes. Chan made a happy little noise, presumably because he had found a cozier spot on Jeongin’s shoulder. He had now gotten the chance to sleep off his drunken stupor that may or may not had contributed to his sudden confession, and the reason behind the two pitstops you had taken for him to retch on the side of the road. 

If he was a prince, he might’ve also been one mess of a prince. In all of his grace and confidence, the pleasures that he partook in would often get the best of him at times too. 

You gave up on trying to get some sleep, but rather sat up to watch that paradoxically handsome and misshapen prince. Just like this: sleeping, vulnerable, with some kind of lopsided smirk on his face, he was much less than the regal figure that you had painted him to be in your mind. For maintaining appearances the whole day long, you hadn’t ever really gotten the chance to see him like this before. His façade faded, and you surmised that maybe he really was different from the way that he let on. 

“I’m so fucking tired.” Jeongin yawned. 

“Get some sleep then. I’ll stay up to watch things.” 

“That’s just it. I can’t sleep even if I tried.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Can you pass me some hand sanitizer or something? There’s...blood on my hands.” 

Your partner’s voice cracked slightly. It was then when you realized that this had been the first time that he had fired at real people. 

“I’ve got a water bottle? Is that enough?” 

“Yeah. It’s fine.” 

He splashed the liquids around while wiping his hands away, then flicked the remnants of water away. 

“Something about this doesn’t sit right with me.” 

“How do you mean?” 

Chan’s coat draped over your shoulders, and you pulled it in closer around your arms. The night had been cool, and the AC blasting in the car didn’t make it much better. 

Jeongin licked his lips. “Nothing was supposed to happen tonight. We made sure of it. No one was suspicious, we ran background checks, we checked the whole area...” 

“Hey,” You attempted to turn your tone softer, “We couldn’t have seen it coming. They just rolled up out of nowhere, there was no way that we could’ve stopped it--” 

“--Innocent people died tonight. If they were out for the prince, or maybe they weren’t, why so much collateral damage?” 

“Obviously they don’t care.” 

“Bastards.” Jeongin took the last bits of water to slug. “We’re gonna fucking find out why they did all of this.” 

Two shifted in his seat, “Any word? Hate to mention it, but I’m getting kinda tired. It’s past three already.”  

“Fox?” 

He clicked around, then shook his head. “Still nothing.” 

Chan snorted a bit in his sleep: an action which woke him up. 

“Wha-what? Where are we? Are the there yet? What time is it? Fuck...my head feels like it’s splitting...” 

“We’re finding somewhere, your Highness. We’ll be there soon.” Your partner motioned for you to hand him another water to give to the disorientated prince. 

Chan nodded while he rubbed his temples. “Shit. Please tell me that I just made this all up. That it’s some kind of fucked up nightmare...” 

You threw Chan’s coat back to him. “Unfortunately, no. We’re trying to figure out everything that we can.” 

“Who the hell were those guys?” Water dripped down his neck in a way that you pretended not to notice. “They were wearing crests. I couldn’t tell, but weren’t they red?” 

“Very observant, your Highness. F?” 

The younger man bit his lip, “I’ve already tried finding where the crest is from, but I can’t find anything that resembles it within our database. I was able to see one up close. It looked like a heart or something like that, and a diamond. I’m guessing that it could’ve been maybe a spade? Like the kind that you see on playing cards? Still, since we’ve never seen it before, we can only assume that they must be a new group.” 

Chan nodded, but anyone could tell that the information had flown right over his head. He licked at his wet lips, then sighed. 

“Bee, You okay? Fox? I suppose that I should ask you both.” 

“I’m...fine.” His sudden concern came as a surprise, and your partner looked just as shocked. 

“I-I’m fine too. No holes in me or anything.” Jeongin suppressed a laugh. “But you’re not, your Highness. How much did you have to drink?” 

“Oh...enough. I guess that I lost track at some point. Those kind of things are boring anyway.” 

“Fox? You’ve got that locale?” Two clicked the turn signal. 

“Oh! Yeah, I’ve got one. Sorry, It’s about an hour from here.” 

“Locale?” Chan cocked his head. 

“A safe house. Or something like that. We need to lie low while we wait for instructions.” 

“No one has said anything...? Not even...my father?” 

Jeongin shook his head gravely. “No.” 

The young prince fell silent, and you watched as worry fell over his clouded eyes that were lined with bags. Normally his expression was anything but strained, but in this moment, you saw doubt sweep over him like the darkness on the road ahead. You leaned the farthest you could from your seat to grab at his hand behind you. 

“You’re safe with us. Nothing is going to happen to you.” 

His hand was warm, maybe a little clammy, but it was soft, like that of a prince, naturally. Still, it was strong and veined. Chan’s thumb rubbed soft little circles into your own skin, muttering, “Thank you.” For once, his eyes which would normally devour you like some kind of rare dish held you earnestly. I trust you, they said. 

“Two. Let’s switch.” Jeongin slammed his laptop closed. “I’ve got it from here.” 

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The safe house was quiet. As most of them where. It was even a bit stereotypical: a little cottage in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods on nearly all sides. It had a little overgrown garden, and a shed that looked like it held either all kinds of gardening equipment, or the real thing that sheds were meant for in your business: ammo. It had a white painted porch with cracking paint, as well as porch swing with rusting chains. In the early morning the windows were are black, but still faintly reflected the massive array of sparking stars above your heads. The only thing less antique about the home was the touch keypad on the front door. It beeped with a little tune, then flashed the insignia of the agency: a ticking clock. 

“Two, can you find a generator or something? Get the electricity up and going?” 

“Can do,” He said, then disappeared. 

Two was mostly a quiet man, a feature that gave you both reasons to trust him and to be suspicious. Besides him being a bit smaller in stature with thin legs and characteristically round cheeks, there was something different about him that you couldn’t place; something unexpected. You wished once again that questions weren’t on the list of things that weren’t allowed. 

“There should be clothes around here somewhere.” Jeongin padded his way through the dark rooms. “You shower first your Highness.” 

Chan tripped over his feet as he spread out his arms to find his way. You giggled lightly at the action. A man really was stripped down of any and all sense of composure when his life had been threatened and he had to have his bodyguards pat his back while he had gotten sick after one too many royal drinks. 

The lights flashed on, flickering at first with the sound of the lightbulbs waking up after a long sleep. The interior design of the place was exactly as you had expected: it was a family home with a fireplace and several chairs and couches covered in dust. Bookshelves were full with the strangest assortment of reading material and board games there held a thin layer of grey dust too. The kitchen was small and cozy: it had all the necessities. A stained glass chandelier hung over the wooden table for eight, and was decorated with glass hummingbirds and pink flowers. In odd corners of the house, children’s toys had been sitting untouched. A family must’ve been living there, and you wondered what must’ve become of them. 

Two returned with spiderwebs caught on his dress coat. “Water should be hot in about thirty minutes or so I think.” 

Your partner crossed the room, raking a hand through his snowy white hair. “I’m gonna try and make the calls again. See if I get anything. If not, we’ll have to...begin Operation Cheshire.” 

It was the phrase that you had hoped neither you nor your partner would have to say. 

Chan slumped down in one of the upholstered chairs, throwing dust into the air as he did. Compared to the rest of the room, him and his designer clothes seemed comically out of place. “Wha-what’s that?” 

Two pinched between his eyes, and your chest shook with an unsure inhale. 

“It means that we assume the worst. HQ got taken over and we’re all at risk. Information about us could be accessible to anyone. Essentially, we go into sleeper mode until we can reconvene with other agents...if there are any more. We dissapear. Next, we work on getting you back home, no matter what it takes.” 

“HQ?” What are you talking about?” Chan toyed with his diamond set cufflinks. “HQ? Like whoever manages the bodyguards??” 

“Your Highness...” You and your partner exchanged knowing glances. “We’re more than bodyguards.” 

“What?!” 

“We’re operatives. Agents. We work for an intelligence agency that specializes in a bunch of different things...protecting royalty if needed.” 

“What the fuck?! Why didn’t anyone tell me? Chan slapped his leg. “Fuck! No one tells me anything!!! I get that I’m a fucking prince but I’m not fucking useless!” 

The memory of the confidential file reemerged in your memory: the promise that you had made to His Majesty The King after he had requested a “special hire” to watch over his son. The file itself had contained a several thousand words or so that you hadn’t bothered to read, but rather skimmed till you got to the signature part. Carroll had simply nodded before you put your pen to the paper. 

“It was for your saf--” 

“--My father did this, didn’t he? Didn’t he? Some kind of sick way to keep tabs on me? See what I’m doing?? God! The man never trusts me. If the thinks that I’m that much of a disappointment...this is just--” 

“Your Highness, it’s been a long day, you’ve been through a lot, just take a shower and get some rest. Alright? We’ll talk more about this in the morning.” Two stepped forward with his hands folded in front of him. His interjection was unlike his previously quiet presence. 

The prince sighed, tapping his tragically expensive shoe on the hardwood. 

“Fine. We’ll talk about it in the morning.” 

Chan’s eyes grew dark with an authoritative air that you had seen before. His façade had slipped over him like a cloak. He rose, buttoning his jacket, then tweaking his sliver brooches decorating his neck. 

“Fox. Bee. Two. Thank you. Good evening.” 

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Chan knew that it was you at the door when you would knock two times, then pause, and knock twice more. In your hands, you held a cup of warm milk. For a prince, even he couldn’t reject the beverage to help him fall asleep at night. You had seen him order it at hotels on more than one occasion. Jeongin had found a nearby store to get food for the morning. The two of you had suddenly found yourselves as now both his bodyguards and his servants. While you waited, you hoped to God that Carroll would compensate you for the extra work. 

The door creaked open, revealing your prince modestly dressed in plaid flannel, hair dripping slightly in wet strands. You had never seen him as simple as this before: no princely persona or cold exterior to upkeep. He looked...normal. 

“What is it Bee?” 

“I thought you might like some...well, this.” You provided him with the cup. “I know that it’s nearly morning, but you should still try to sleep in. We’ll take care of things. 

He took the ceramic mug from your hands, fingers barely brushing against yours for mere moments. 

“Thank you.” He hushed with a thankful smile. “Would you like to come in? We could...just kind of...sit for a minute.” 

Behind him, sun peaked at the horizon, a splitting of red piercing the navy deep of the night. The colors muddled, blurred, a bit like the color of blood fading into the deep fabric of one’s formal wear. It was desolate, but still beautiful. 

“To be honest,” His eyes fell, “I don’t want to be alone right now.” 

You had saved the biggest room for him. It smelled of mothballs and other old things like sheets that had rested in a dark room for much too long. Still, there was a kind of familiarity to it all and the way that the matted rugs and brass vintage lamps lit the room with a soft yellow light. The full sized bed creaked once you had sat down. In his golden halo, Chan’s brown strands appeared to be softer, and not as prim and staged. 

“I’m sorry for snapping earlier. I realized that there are things that are out of my control. You know more than I do, and I accept that. I trust you...a-and Fox.” 

You rubbed your hands into the jeans you had found in the cupboard. They had dirt and grass stains from work in the garden you presumed. 

“It’s okay. I understand that you would be scared. It’s okay to be. I...get scared sometimes too. I know that it might look like it, but I fear...for my life too. So does Jeong--Fox.” 

Chan’s voice cracked. “Is someone out to kill me?” 

You sighed, sensing his hesitation. “I don’t know. But we will know soon.” 

The prince stared down at the white bubbles in his milk, then swirled around the liquid to watch the way that that it moved. 

“I don’t think I’d like to die. Would be pretty unfortunate, don’t you think? I feel like I’ve got so many other things to do. A kingdom to manage, people to govern, much more bottles of Scotch to drink, parties to attend...” 

His eyes met yours, and you could see the very fragility of the life that he spoke of right in them. He was right in that dumb speech of his. He really was just a person. 

“...I like to think that I’ll get married someday to someone that I love. I actually would really like to do that.” He chuckled. “Lame, right? Someone like me who always bounces around. Wouldn’t take me for one?” 

“Mm. No. I think that from what I’ve observed of you, and I’m trained to observe, I think that bouncing around...means you’re looking for the right thing. And, I guess that it’s fun too.” 

Chan chuckled, “You’re good at observing.” 

You paused, remembering Lee Minho from earlier. 

“Were you looking when you were talking to that man at the banquet? He was very handsome.” 

The prince placed the cup down. “He was. I don’t know. He just seemed kind of interesting. The kind of mystery that only a stranger has. I would’ve liked to have talked to him more now that I think about it. Maybe it would’ve been worth my time.” Chan twisted his back to crack it. “I don’t know if you saw but he had some really nice fucking thighs.” 

“Ahhh. Nice thighs. Didn’t know that you cared for that.” 

The two of you laughed together a bit like old friends. It felt nice. 

“...Bee. I should also probably apologize for how I acted back before we got in the car. I was...drunk, scared. I said some things--” 

“--That you were in love with me?” 

“Yeah...that. I realized that...I’ve been...unfair to you. You don’t deserve the ridicule. You’ve only ever been helpful to me and--” 

“--Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.” You shrugged. You had met hundreds of guys like him before, at least you thought. 

Chan sighed as if he was gathering himself. “Bee. I did mean what I said.” 

“What? Ch-your Highness, you don’t mean that.” 

He laughed, “It’s alright. You can call me Chan. And...yes. I did. You’ve got a kind of mystery to you too. Frankly, I can’t stop thinking about it.” 

“This...this is inappropriate.” You shifted, the rising off the bed. Your cheeks warmed, but you couldn’t know why. Maybe he was just too damn charming. But, he was like that with everyone. 

He rose too, hastily following you on your way to the door. “Bee, wait.” 

“Chan, you can’t do this. It makes things...complicated.” 

He advanced, slowly, closing the space between you. “It’s only complicated if you feel the same.” 

“I-I don’t.” 

The prince’s hand carefully rose to cup your face, a gesture so gentle that you shied from the feeling. Even this close still he smelled of white roses. 

“Have you ever heard of conflict of interest?” Your breath hitched. 

Chan grinned, “There you go making this complicated again.” 

A wandering hand of yours acting on its own reached to tug hold of his shirt. 

The prince leaned in closer, nearly close enough to breech the gap between his plush lips and yours. 

“What if I don’t mind making things...” He whispered the word, grazing his mouth over yours, “...complicated?” 

“Ch--” 

He pressed his weight fully into you, a smashing of lips met with incessant heat and your back shoved into the door. His tongue easily twisted around yours, and his soft gasps filled up your mouth. It had taken you a couple seconds to realize what had happened, and to decide what to do with yourself. His mouth was blazing, it was as if he was weaving a spell, or perhaps you had made it up for yourself. He kissed you with vitality; like he had never tasted anything like you before and was starving for you. You realized, perhaps you had wondered what it would’ve felt like. One hand squeezed tighter to his shirt, and you kissed back, meeting his heat. 

Jeongin’s voice called down the hall, “Bee? Bee, are you there?” The sound of your bedroom door shut. 

You pushed Chan off you with flat hands on his chest and an amazed smile on his face. 

“This...this doesn’t mean anything.” You gasped, reaching for the knob after a moments pause. 

Chan snickered, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“Goodnight your Highness.” 

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For a man so young Jeongin liked his coffee black, and drank it like an old man too with his nose buried in a newspaper while it fogged up his glasses--or what was left of them. 

“I finally got correspondence from Carroll this morning. She said that HQ experienced some kind of blackout and all the systems went offline. It wasn’t safe for her to contact us on a regular line. They got everything back up and running and everything seems fine, or so they think.” 

Your partner had already made himself comfortable in a pair of sweatpants and a cotton tee with slippers. You never would’ve guessed that he was a trained assassin on the side. 

Two returned huffing in the door from his morning run. He was one of those people. 

“Any word?” He rubbed his face off with a dishtowel. 

“Disgusting.” You sneered at the crude action. 

“Well, we’ve got thousands of miles between us and the kingdom and what seems like a hell of a lot of guys on our tail, but, after I sent Carroll the info about the red crest, she wants us to do some digging. 

“With the prince in tow?” You lowered your voice lest the sleeping royal heard you. “I don’t think so.” 

“It sounds like she’s convinced that the person behind all of this could be someone who attended the charity ball. And, I don’t really disagree. They must be good at keeping secrets if they evaded us.” 

“Hm. You’re right. A high profile event like that, even though its for a good cause it’s always a competition with those snobs. I just don’t know who could order something so cruel...all those people in the same place...” 

“Since it’s a new group, they must still be underground. So, to see who lives underground, you’ve got to go there yourself to find out. Or, in our case, find someone who knows the rabbit hole.” 

Two grabbed a chair, ruffling his deep brown soaked hair. “What does that mean?” 

Jeongin flipped his laptop around. “This is the man that we need to go see. Codename White Rabbit. Or as he calls himself--” 

“--Bun.” You cut in. “Yeah, I know him.” 

Both of the men chimed, “You do?” 

“Yeah, he’s undercover ops for the agency. He’s sort of a jack of all trades. He owns some kind of front out in Egypt. It’s called The Tea Party. Bar up front, but in the back he provides all kinds of information--for both sides. His cut is that for any information he gives to the agency he gets cash compensation. If anyone would know about anything underground, it would be him. As I’m sure Carroll told you, he’s a stickler for meeting in person. He’s one of us. I think.” 

“You think?” 

“He also does...other deviant things. I heard that these days he’s had a couple dealings in some...substances. Black market stuff. Carroll also provides safety for his business in return for his information.” 

“That...sounds illegal. Immoral even.” Jeongin’s eyes widened upon hearing the news about his mother. 

“You’ve got to pay to play you know.” 

“So Egypt then?” Two wiped off the back of his neck with the dishtowel, stretching out one of his toned arms. “I’ve always wanted to go there.” 

“Oh--one more thing.” Jeongin took a rather long sip from his cup. “The King’s counsel reached out to me too this morning. They asked me if the Prince was safe and where we were. I have them loose details of both. They seemed somewhat relieved.” 

Chan sauntered down the steps with a massive yawn, stretching up his arms and shirt to reveal an inkling of his abs. You also pretended not to notice it. 

“Gooood morning everyone. Fox. Two.” He dished out a wink. “Bee.” 

“Morning your Highness.” Jeongin nodded, and crossed his legs. “Feeling well?” 

“Ahhh much better.” He poured himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, staring out the little window over the sink, then took an indulgent sip. “It’s peaceful here. I kind of like that.” 

“Your Highness, we’ve received word--” 

Chan rose his hand to shush your partner, then languidly took another sip. “I’m still enjoying my drink F.” 

A light buzzing resonated somewhere in the house, a bit like the sound of a dryer, and the home started vibrating. Your water glass on the table rippled. 

“Two, did you notice if there was anything strange about the house?” 

The buzzing grew nearer. 

Two looked puzzled, “No, why?” 

The vibrating grew more violent, and your glass shuddered off the wooden table, shattering on the ground upon impact. 

Chan squinted out the window, “Is that a--” 

“CHAN GET DOWN!” You shrieked. 

Within milliseconds the whistling of a bomb screeched through the air, then crashed into the rickety ceiling, splintering wood everywhere and demolishing the furniture. 

You had seconds to act while the matte black bomb hissed with a steam releasing from some seam and ticked. You sprinted to grab Chan’s arm as hard as you possibly good, all in a blur, pummeling your bodies against one of the shattered windows, and hurling yourself out to the morning dew. You had no time to see if Jeongin or Two had made their exit, but looked out, towing the prince so hard you must’ve done some damage to his shoulder. You stumbled to your feet, tripping, and grunting until the bomb diffused, and exploded the cottage altogether. You covered Chan’s head and most of his body with your own as a shield and the shards of wood, metal, and brick came flying. 

“Ar-are you okay?” You patted the prince down in his shock, who stared blankly with empty eyes. 

The prince’s flannel had been torn to shreds with glass, and blood oozed onto the fabric on his arms. 

“Yeah...yeah...I’m...fine.” 

“BEE! Y/N!” Jeongin screamed over the flames to find you. 

“OVER HERE!” You bellowed back, and your partner came running with Two behind him with terrible cuts on his face. 

“They knew. They FUCKING knew.” He panted after reaching you. 

“We have to get out of here.” Two gasped, and blood ran down his face, nearly into his eye. “If they know where we are now, they’ll come to check to see if the damage is done. We have to move.”  

The sky filled with an angry smoke, and the once peaceful forest filled with the colors of orange and red. 

“The car?” 

“Broken windows from the blast but I should be able to get it going. There’s spare parts in the shed. And ammo. A fuck ton of it.” 

“We’ll need it.” 

You pulled the prince to his feet as he blinked wildly at you and your team. 

“Fuck.” Was all the could manage. 

In your complete surprise, Chan’s bloodied and cracked hands pulled your face into his, kissing you with lips that tasted of the salt of blood. 

“I fucking love you Bee. I’ve decided.” 

Jeongin’s jaw dropped in the corner of your eye, so you promptly slapped the prince upside the face. 

“You’re in shock. We need to get out of here.” 

A wrinkled smile danced on the royal’s face, and you might’ve thought that it was a bit charming. 

“Admit it. You love me too Bee.” 

~🌹~ 

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[thosegoodbois]

Sun and Monty as a gay couple

So, I read a fic about a week ago about these two and I thought I wouldn’t get attached. I was dead wrong. I did, in fact, get attached. The dynamic is adorable to me for many reasons here’s some of the reasons:

-Monty never uses hand sanitizer, but he’ll use it for Sun

-Sun is light enough to be carried in Monty’s arms

-Sun pining over Monty and thinking he’s sexy

-Monty learning to deal with feelings

Just a leather gay and his twink <3

[docholligay]

What's your opinion on the Ow 2 redesigns, Tracer and Mercy in particular?

OH LORD HERE WE GO

So I salute their right to redesign the characters for the Second Coming, and its not particularly unexpected because, I mean, they want to build conversation and hype, and that's a way to build conversation and hype, I suppose.

So I DID see it coming, and I know me well enough to know that when I am terribly fond of something, I don't necessarily ENJOY the idea of change, so I've been sitting with this for a long while to get USED to it before I decide if the hate is legit or just me being a little pissbaby.

ANYWAY HERE'S THE CONCLUSIONS I'VE COME TO

In generalities, I don't even think most of the redesigns are BAD, I just think that they make everyone look a little more samey-same, less exaggerated, and more grounded. On THEORETICAL PAPER, I don't have a lot of trouble with it because it makes them look more like a cohesive team (Which is essentially the point of the fic I'm working on) but I do miss a bit of the uniqueness of the characters in the redesign and they all feel like they've been flattened a little bit. Everyone is a bit more POLISHED, but a bit less FUN. This works for me for characters like Pharah, who, because of how I see her, I could see picking something more streamlined, more together, more PROFESSIONAL, but for like, Human Representation of a Vegas Slot Machine Floor, Lena Oxton, it doesn't make as much sense.

Now on a personal level, let's get into it. I'll start with Pharah:

They darkened her skin a shade and removed her little gold bead hairthing, both of which I not only have no trouble with but out and out like. I have never cared for her silly little hairthings, and now I am at liberty to ignore them entirely, picking and choosing from canons at my pleasure. I'd have to see a better picture too, but I think her hair is longer, which I don't love, but we all know if it were up to me Pharah would have a haircut like this:

You know, sexy but also very officious, so perhaps we can't go by me.

As far as her uniform, the changes are fairly minimal

It’s basically just streamlining. The changes they made to Pharah were really minimal, which is good because I liked her the way she was, mostly, and they took away one of the things I didn’t care for, but also bad because making few changes to her seems to suggest to me that her involvement in the lore of the game will once again be minimized. But then again, who knows what they would do to her, perhaps it’s for the best. 

Winston, my poor bab, why do they treat you like this constantly? He gets hardly any change except they make his face less expressive??? Maybe in the game itself it won’t be so jarring. 

Mercy!

WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THIS GODDAMN HAIRCUT, I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH

a reminder of her full hair style before the redesign

She looks like a fucking soccer mom who’s complaining about Bath and Body works being sold out of individual hand sanitizers for their big sale of the year, and now how is she supposed to make gift baskets for Teacher Appreciation Week with the PTA? IT BEING UGLY ASIDE, the woman is a combat medic!! Why in god’s name would she have hair that she can’t pull back in any way, shape or form? Where does she find the time to keep something like that trimmed up?? Also, out of all the shit you changed, you couldn’t let her have a wrinkle or something? Give a bitch a break. 

As far as her actual uniform, I highly approve of putting her status as medic on her sleeve, well done, and I think the way in which they tried to make the halo thing “work” as an actual item that a human being might have a reason to wear is not totally ungraceful considering how patently ridiculous it is. 

AND NOW, MY GIRL

I went to the website and just gripped my chest. My heart! How I love her! 

So i actually really approve of how they changed her face:

They removed some ot the rim from her goggles to allow her to have more expressiveness, and actually removed most of her eyeliner! PRAISE AND FUCKING BLESS, I am forever begging for scraps at the “please let Tracer be more butch, as a treat!” table, and every once in a great while, i get it. I DO wish they had brought back her freckles, but somewhere along the second year I think it was, they dropped her little angel kisses and every time I commission anything of her I have to be lIke, “And could you please give her freckles? :)” 

A better view!! I’m love her!!

HER JACKET

HER JACKET

I HATE HER FUCKING JACKET

ALright I get that this one is actually integrated better with her CA, and that’s fine and fair, but my god it is so colorless and drab and sad???? I loved the way her old jacket paid tribute to her RAF career, and it was such a THING of hers that I feel like I have to go back and remind blizz they actually sold her fucking jacket AND her hoodie was based off it, so why are we removing it now?? This thing is dishwater-dull, some sad excuse for a moto-style jacket that just doesn’t fit her at all to me and OH MY GOD HOW MUCH DO I HATE THAT THE PATCH IS NOW JUST TRCR GOD I HATE THE TREND OF JUST FUCKING REMOVING ALL VOWELS FROM SHIT. 

Also, the clips??? WHY? If you weren’t going to connect them to anything, wjhy keep them? In the original, they clearly keep Tracer’s CA in place while she’s fucking around, and if they decided her new CA (Which is flattened and made into a more wearable thing--I approve) didn’t require that because it fit better or is integrated with the jacket or something WHY IN GOD’S NAME ARE THE CLIPS STILL THERE???

Anyway, MY Lena Oxton would not wear this, or she would, in the name of the team, but she would scowl as she put it on. 

I have no idea yet what they’ve done with DVa, so STAY TUNED. 

Small thoughts: I like that Genji gets to wear clothes! His reign of naked cyborg oppression has ended! I don’t like that they’ve removed McCree’s chaps look from the whole thing, so he looks less cowboyish. 

#Lena just like #'it's a grey jacket. why am I wearing a grey jacket?' #let's not even get into my many fears about the lore of OW2 itself #God I love overwatch and YET it's always just this #ANYWAY I KNOW LIKE FIVE OF YOU CARE ABOUT MY OW FEELIGNS AND YOU ARE THE REAL MVPs

[cybrfang]

Just What You Needed... A Sick Day.

Anon Asked: Could you do a fic where Marko takes care of his sick, human girlfriend please? :) This has taken forever, and it might have been more comedic and focused on the downfall. My bad lol...

You had been out all day, buying some new clothes. You still have a lot of your old clothes with you… but after moving into the cave with the guys, all of what you had started getting the after effects of surprise hugs. Leaving what you would be wearing covered in blood, that you couldn’t (for the life of you) wash out. And trust me, you tried everything. Lemon and bleach, bleach alone, alcohol, and even fire. But it’s not like you had the guts to go and send everything you owned to the dry cleaners. That just sounded like too many questions that you didn’t have the answers to. 

“What would I even say the blood was? Fucking jam? How much jam would I be eating to destroy an entire wardrobe!” You mumbled to yourself, shaking your head in amusement. You let out a loud sneeze, the dust around you floating in the air. Pulling out your hand sanitizer, you let out a groan. You normally squeezed your nose shut before a sneeze, but oh well. 

You would feel too horrible if you asked the boys to stop hugging you when they got back from a hunt, and besides, you definitely enjoyed the hugs. They chased the loneliness away after being in the cave by yourself for a few hours. So a weekly shopping trip with Max’s credit cards was the solution. Dwayne had slipped it into your wallet once and refused to take it back. 

The haul was pretty good today. Though you didn’t buy everything you brought home… the boys always said if it was a big corporation and you can do it, definitely rob ‘em blind. You were starting to pick up a few bad habits from them. What you did buy we’re some new tank tops, a few pairs of pants, three pairs of shorts, new boots, and even some new underwear. Your underwear was fine, but you figured Marko wouldn’t mind something new. You could even imagine the way his face would light up, and his entire body would somehow twitch. 

You were putting your clothes away in your part of the cave when a massive headache bloomed behind your eyes, and spread to your temple. It didn’t slow you down though, you figured it was there due to a lack of sleep. Staying up with the boys all night and being up half the day wasn’t really good for your body. But with the plan tonight in mind, you figured you should take a little more care of yourself. So you popped some Advil and keep organizing your stuff. 

You started making some food when you noticed your sinuses had gotten clogged all to hell. You had noticed your nose running earlier on the boardwalk, but you figured the pollen was just trying to fuck with you. But now it seemed like something else, putting your nerves on end. You started scanning around the cave, looking for some Claritin, or one of those sticks that you’d shove up your nose and snort. Anything that would help you feel better. 

“Please let this just allergies… PLEASE let this just be allergies!” You doubted it, but tried to ignore those thoughts and the feeling of the cave just getting way too cold. Even though it was a nice 98 degrees out, with a slightly there kinda breeze. 

It was when you started to change your clothes that your mouth started salivating. You groaned as your stomach started clenching, flipping over and over. Just in a shirt, you went to wander over towards the cave opening, gripping the rocks along the wall as you went. The air pressed onto your sweaty face, almost like it was trying to push you over and watch you tumble backwards. You shuddered, holding your stomach and slowly lowering yourself into your knees. 

“No… I don’t want to…” You felt tears quickly well up in your eyes as you whimpered. You absolutely hated the feeling of getting sick. And you couldn’t deny that you were probably racking up some kind of fever.  It was too painful for you to handle, vomiting that is. The thought of vomiting without your control made you sob out loud, spitting the liquid in your mouth onto the ground. You had your eyes shut, while you tried to take deep breaths. So you missed the noise behind you as the sun disappeared under the horizon.

You finally heard the sound of rushing footsteps, but you were already rushing over to the edge, all the contents in your stomach forcing itself up your throat. You were loudly crying now from the strained clenching of your body.  A hand reached out to touch your stomach, while the other rubbed your back. The feeling of being held made you feel overwhelmed, like you were tiny. 

“Shhh…shhhh it’s okay babe… I got you.” Marko whispered into your ear, pulling you close to his cold body. 

You started trembling horribly as your crying worsened, snot falling from your nose. All you wanted to do was rest your head on the rocks, but each time you tried, your stomach would clench again, giving you a small warning before you puked what little you had left in your system. 

Your eyes were burning from the tears when you stopped throwing up, calming down enough to just become exasperated with the whole situation. Marko waited for you to breathe normally again before he picked you up, pulling you against his chest. You peeked open your eyes, clutching his jacket as he walked you back to your bed. 

“God Marko, I feel like shit man.”

“Oh really? I didn’t notice.” He chuckled, squeezing you closer against him. 

He made it seem like you were water and he was desperately trying to stop you from leaking from his cupped hands. Over the top you know.  You were used to him being pretty dramatic, but with you feeling this bad, it made you want to act smaller than you were, and he knew that pretty well. 

 Marko finally placed you under the covers, and as he went to pull away,  he jerked forward and fell next to you. You watched his eyes process what had just happened with some amusement. He slowly looked down towards your hands to see you gripping his jacket. He opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. 

“I’m sorry hot stuff… I didn’t know I was gon-”

“Y/N it’s fine, it’s fine! Don’t freak out about it.” He gave you a crooked smile, reaching out to wipe a tear sliding down your cheek. “I mean it’s not like you planned to throw up your intestines all over our welcome mat.”

You let out a sharp laugh, inhaling too quickly and snorting. It killed your pounding head but it made Marko’s face light up and join you. You should’ve felt stupid for apologizing, it wasn’t your fault for getting sick and you knew that. But on tonight of all nights? How could you really be that stupid? 

Marko’s laughter died, his eyebrow raising while watching your face contort with exasperation. He reached out and pressed his thumb against the middle of your eyes, smoothing down the skin. 

“Don’t you dare beat yourself up, or I’m gonna have to beat you up. Then I’ll have to beat me up for beating you!” He pushed off the bed, leaving you to groan at how lame his joke was. 

“Why do you always get so unfunny when I get sick?” You questioned, watching him look around your room. 

“Cuz I’m mostly just worried about you babe, can’t be on my A-game all the time.” He picked up an extra blanket that had found its way on the floor, turning around to tuck you in with it. “Especially not when I’m overthinking and scared as hell that something’s really wrong.” He looked back at your face and gave you a smile. “Even though I know it’s just a small thing.”

Your chest felt tight, and your heart sped up. Why did he have to be so over dramatic and sweet at the same time. You think you could quite literally die with how happy he made you at the moment. 

“Oh Marko… I’ll be alright. I’m just a little sick that’s all. It must’ve been something I ate.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, grabbing the blanket and pulling it closer to your neck. 

You missed Marko’s smile dropping as he watched you try and wrap yourself up like a burrito. He reached out and stopped you, tucking the blanket under one side of you while keeping the other free. 

“Nooooo… I’m so cold, you gotta tuck my other side.” You pouted at him, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes. Before he could explain why he did what he did, you started hacking into your elbow. Your throat felt like it was tearing down the center with each cough. When you finally stopped, you let out a sigh almost like a moan. 

“What I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted me,-” You rolled your eyes but gave him a weak smile at his attempt at humor. “-If your cold as hell, then you’re probably gonna get hot as fuck later.” He reached forwards and swept your hair from out of your eyes, smiling expectantly at you. You saw a remnant of something familiar in Marko’s eyes as he looked down at you with such a fond look on his face. You had a feeling you knew what he was thinking about. 

“Remind me-” you started, reaching up to stroke his jawline. “-if we ever meet your little brother, I need to thank him for all the nurse lessons you got looking while after him.“ 

Marko let out a loud chuckle, his face warming at the thought of his brother. But another thought made his smile turn into a smirk.

“Do you think I should get a sexy nurse uniform, maybe prance around and talk in a soft high pitched voice?” Marko stood back, walking around while lifting himself to make him look like he was a graceful dancer. “Oh you don’t look so good suga’, maybe I should give you the big needle now instead of later!” His voice was raised a few octaves, with a southern lisp to it. 

“You already do that on the daily hot lips, there’s no need to be ashamed about it.”

“Ah ah ahh don’t be so mean, I was thinking about giving you a sponge bath later tonight, I would’ve had to get in with you and everything.” Marko pointed at you like you had done a serious wrong, his free hand on his hip.

After a second of silence you both laughed, Marko sitting down on the edge of your bed. A tickle in your throat had you coughing softly again, letting it build up into something hard and violent. This time the sides of your throat seemed to cave in. You were about to complain when you felt the cold leave your body. It was a short lived relief as you started kicking the blankets off of you. Marko rushed back to your side, placing one of his colder hands on your forehead, while the other was placed on your abdomen. 

“Ya know we could’ve played with the sexy nurse and sick patient role play after the whole initiation thing tonight.” You mumbled, letting out a forlorn sigh, closing your eyes tightly. “Where are the rest of the guys anyway?” You asked.

“I sort of told them to just beat it while I took care of you. They’re with Star playing the bait game, so when you get better you’ve got your pick of food.”

You nauseous again and suddenly there was a bucket in your hands. Marko must’ve grabbed it when he found the blanket for you. There was nothing left in your stomach, but the idea of finally killing someone and drinking their blood made the acid down there want to call it quits now. 

“Sorry I completely forgot that’s something gross to a living human being. It’s my breakfast, lunch, and dinner ya know?” He rubbed the exposed bit of your back as the vomiting quieted down. You dropped the bucket, not caring if anything spilled out. Lucky for Marko, none did. 

“Tonight was supposed to be the night I became one of you guys… I was supposed to become family and I got sick!” Your arms flailed out around you when you put the emphasis on the word sick. 

“…But you’re already family (Y/N). No matter when you become one of us… you already are one of us.” Marko stated, pushing you back down on the bed. “And let me repeat myself from earlier, you didn’t plan on puking up your guts tonight did you?“ 

Marko let out a ‘hmmmm’ of approval as you shook your head no. He kept going before you could beat yourself up again. 

“When you feel better, the first thing we’re all going to do is shove that wine down your throat, and take  you out for a ride. How does that sound beautiful?”

A sigh slipped from your lips and the images of you sitting behind Marko, your eyes a brilliant yellow. 

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” You giggled as he leaned down to kiss you firmly on your forehead. 

“Now that that’s settled, I have to find you a few things. Probably some soup, NyQuil, a thermometer, ice pack, and some water.” He paused while you sniffled, the sound was clogged and slimy. “Let’s add  a humidifier to that list. I’ll be back in a second. You know where the bucket is, and don’t fully cover yourself with the blanket.”

He stood up to leave, but stopped when you called out to him. 

“Can you find some eye drops, my eyes are burning like crazy right now." 

"Sure,  just call me Dr. Marko and I’ll be at your beck and call.” He did a curtsy, lifting at your laugh. 

“Yeah… I preferred the nurse really. Nurse Marko just seemed… sexier.”

“That’s it, no sponge bath tonight, and no fluffing when you feel better.”

“But Marko!!”

The last thing you heard was a playful chuckle, and he was gone. But it was fine, you could just give him hell when he got back. You really could just die of happiness right now.

#the lost boys (1987) #david the lost boys #marko x reader #marko the lost boys #star the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys #x reader #reader insert #sick reader #vampires #vampire #anon request

[complicatedandstained]

You have an 'Axel's Tattoos' wip too??? (I'm just excited to see how they differ and if they're similar, you're perspective and ideas)

Well, I have my tattoo shop AU “Blank Canvas” which I’d like to maybe add to at some point. But the doc I have labelled “Axel’s Tattoos” is a scene I have planned for later on in my Hot Topic fic (hypothetically.) 

Axel is driving somewhere with Roxas and his younger brother Sora, and Sora asks why Axel got his teardrop tattoos. Axel gives Sora a kind of joking answer and then later on Roxas and Axel have a deeper conversation about why he actually got them (which was more or less to stick it to his father). This is all I have in the doc though lol: 

“So, Axel, what’s up with the tattoos on your face?” 

“Lost a bet.”

“Really?”

“Sora.” Roxas shoots his younger brother a look. “That’s none of your business.”

“What?” Sora asks, hand to chest, genuinely baffled and hurt by this reaction. “But they’re on his face!” Sora pokes at his own, dragging down his eyelid. His gaze narrows. “You can’t tell me you’ve never asked.”

Roxas had just assumed the tattoos were a sympathetic salute to Saix and the scar on his face.

If people give Saix ‘a look’ every time they see his face, then Axel would get ‘a look’ too. He didn’t see a point in asking.

“Roxas never had to ask,” Axel explains, tone breezy, resting his arms on the back of the middle seat, and resting his chin on his hands. “He just gets it, ya know?” 

The pair exchange a glance, Roxas feels hot and cold. Pleased Axel thinks Roxas knows him well enough to guess. Displeased that his guess as to why Axel has tattoos on his face is probably right.

“Axel, you don’t have to humor him, he needs to learn manners.”

“It’s alright. He’s not exactly the first. I do work at a tattoo parlor. Xigbar almost didn’t hire me, actually. He thinks they’re ‘tacky’.” He turns to Sora. “My cousin Reno talked me into them. I’d just turned eighteen. I thought they would make me seem like a badass. I was trying to impress somebody.”

Roxas has a feeling Sora is getting the sanitized version of the story, and the glances Axel spares him, spell out the real events to Roxas between the lines.

Saix. Saix. Saix.

“Who?” Sora coaxes curiously.

“Sora, for God’s sake…”

Axel who had been examining his nails, looks up, and without acknowledging that either of them has spoken, asks a question of his own. “Do you have any tattoos, Sora?”

“No, Dad flipped out when Roxas got his. I thought he was going to put you out on the street, and you would have to join a cult or live on mushrooms and coconuts.”

“Sora, what the fuck?”

“Alright, alright. But did it work? Were they impressed?”

“Oh, hell no. They about killed me. But they got over it.”

“Ah. That sucks. Now you’re stuck with the tattoos for life.”

“Sora, please just shut up.”

“It’s alright. I don’t really feel stuck. Xigbar could change them into something else if I wanted him to. But I never have. I like them. And Roxas thinks they’re sexy. Right, Roxas?

Hell yeah. 

“I… I think they suit you.”

“See, from Roxas that was a hell yeah.”

Roxas rolls his eyes. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, Axel.” 

#kingdom hearts #akuroku #akusai #axel #sora #roxas #xigbar #the other day at hot topic #my writing #asks #WIPs #snippets

[sanchoyo]

Looks like you’re gonna have to gush some more cuz I meant in general uwu🌸

🌺😌🤟 Always happy to! Okay here’s just some General bnha Thoughts ™ Mostly Lov centric. You asked for them, and you said GUSH about them, so here’s. A Lot! :)

This isn’t a lov one but it’s really funny so I thought I’d put it out there:

-when bnha was first gaining traction on tumblr, it was all art of Tsuyu. I have no idea why. People were talking about the funky frog lesbian superhero anime. Maybe it was just the people I was following, maybe it was a general trend, but I LOVED her design!!! my fav color and frogs r super cute!!! And I already loved superhero media, so I was like. I’ll watch it. For Her. SO. FROPPY IS THE REASON I WATCHED/READ BNHA. I went in thinking she was the protag and I was sooo confused when Izuku was... tbh I still think it’d be more interesting if she was lmaooo aus where? ...seriously if anyone has good aus where this is the case send them LOL

-I don’t actually feel that bad abt what Shigaraki’s doing. I still feel bad for him. I’m this post. yes im an apologist. its not my fault hes sexy and has been running around shirtless. hes a lesbian icon like thor is. I want to touch his hair. hes never done anything wrong in his life. he could kill all might, deku, bakugo, whatever, I’d still be sayin this. I don’t feel bad for gt. like. was anyone genuinely attached to him? lmao

-well u know how spinner’s quirk is just sticking to things? We haven’t seen him use it in canon except like, (1) time iirc?? I think this is probably bc he’s embarrassed about it even in front of the league... I loooove the idea that he gets more comfortable with it around them :”) and also how shigaraki. um. does that falling asleep thing while standing up with his eyes open, canonly? (which I still love lmfao) Imagine someone in the league walking in a dark room, turning on the light n just seeing. Spinner upside down, stuck to the ceiling asleep bc heat rises and its Warmer Up There. (cold blooded thing like tsuyu?? come ON give him a big fuzzy coat and scarf...) and Shigaraki in the center of the room, slouched but still standing, eyes open and motionless. Theyre both sleeping. Whomever sees it just...slowly walks out. LMAO

-Toga roller derby au. No deep thoughts I just think she’d be good at it. 

-Toga 100% is a social butterfly and could befriend anyone if they didn’t just judge the fact she was trying to stab them smh :/ (ok but seriously anytime I see cute friendships with her n the other kids im like :) aw. I feel like her and Camie...would be good friends. Camie feels chill enough to be like ‘ok whatever thats totally fine I forgive you!!’ LMAO we love airheads here)

-HOW DID TOGA GET SO GOOD AT FIGHTING? We know she’s been on the run since middle school or so, but good enough to pin Deku down after he’s been formally trained at a ~hero school~ for a while? (she pinned him TWICE I think, once when his arms were messed up, but, the other time as Camie, so? AND THEN WAS ONE OF THE 100 PEOPLE TO GO THRU TO THE 2ND ROUND OF THAT? even tho she didn’t bc she had to leave) good enough to beat Aizawa in a fight and stab him? A professional hero and teacher for YEARS? Is that seriously just street training??? Can people acknowledge how amazing her combat skills and reflexes are??? More Toga appreciation when?? Also her backstory??? SO subversive and incredible, hate when people reduce her to just a ~typical anime yandere~ :/

-Tomura doing stuff with his hands/fingers to train his quirk!!! And to learn to be careful with it!! obv I’m a Big Fan of him playing piano to do this and video games are prob the canon answer, but like, guitar or any stringed instrument that requires Hands would work too. Or knitting/sewing? EMBROIDERING? ??? Please, let me give you the mental image of him knitting aggressively while mentally scheming, watching a twitch streamer or smth too while doing it. (Doing stuff with your hands is a great way to let your mind come up with creative stuff, that’s how I come up with writing/drawing ideas 70% of the time)

-Tomura actually PREFERS cutesty, relaxing games. I mean, he does fighting and bloody stuff irl, games are a way to relax...he’ll play shooters and gta type games with The Lads, but. on his own?? animal crossing. pokemon. kirby games. mario. zelda. BIG ZELDA FAN (not saying this bc I, personally, am biased, but,) slime rancher, stardew valley, funny simulator games... he really enjoys those :”) God forbid he has a kid bc they’re 100% getting named after a viddy game character unless someone can talk him out of it LOL. Toga and Tomura are that animal crossing /doom meme where she’d be asking for doom and him asking for animal crossing :”)

-Bits and pieces of Before are kinda stuck in Kurogiri’s brain, but like. mostly useless stuff the doctor didn’t care about removing. Like, types of clouds. So Tomura kinda picks up on stuff like that. He can just look at clouds and tell you what type they are because Kurogiri used to take him up to high places in the city and point them out to calm Tomura down from a panic attack when he was younger. He can tell you if the sky looks like it’ll rain with a 80% accuracy rate too. 

-Kurogiri left food out for kitties in the alley beside the bar. They weren’t allowed in for Health Reasons (it IS a bar with sanitation standards!!) And Tomura really wouldn’t stop it or encourage it either way so long as Kurogiri did his job, but occasionally would stand outside with Kurogiri and just watch the kitties from a distance. If any approached he’d go back in (lowkey afraid he’d hurt them by touching them :( ) They kinda kept that between them tho, bc they both Know AFO is a big bag of dicks and no fun

-people have pointed out how similar aizawa and tomura look. this was 100% the intention. tomura has a hatecrush on him. THIS IS SO FUNNY AND HORRIBLY AWKWARD FOR KUROGIRI LMAO

-Sako??? Mr. Dramatic?? Opera fan. Drama kid. Like, obviously, but. Really. He is. I feel like he can speak a dozen languages. I also feel like he used to be an overachiever but got too ambitious. He was def some kind of leader at one point of a diff Group or something that fell apart. I LOVE how creative he is with his quirk and the magician theme??? incredible. I don’t show him enough love but I Love Clowns :o)

-I don’t care what their canon heights are. Spinner and Dabi? short kings. My height hcs are (tallest to shortest) Kurogiri, Twice, Sako (who also has heels on his boots and a tall hat, keep in mind), Tomura, Magne (Tomura and Magne are about the same height imo) Toga, Spinner, Dabi. LISTEN. Dabi has short energy. Sorry. it’s true tho

-This is a semi-popular hc I think bc I KNOW I’ve seen it before, but Dabi having Terrible Vision and needing glasses is so so good. (seriously, with burns THAT close to his eyeballs, how could he not?) 

-he tries to be a tough loner coolguy. you’d think he’d smoke, but I hc his ‘weak constitution’ comes with weak lungs (esp from years of a flame quirk?? inhaling smoke over so much time is SO bad for you, most people who die in fires actually die of smoke inhalation...) so he’s got like, an inhaler, can’t smoke, actually gets carsick, needs glasses, overuses quirk to save friends constantly, likes napping, a little awkward and rude. Tomura put him in charge of the vanguard so he’s smart, and good with strategies too, like a nerd. this is the Dabi I wanna see, not the popular fandom version of him tbh also step on hawks one more time sir :”)

-I wish all the lov fics weren’t?? villain!deku like I said earlier, but also, chatfics? I have nothing against them but most of them are just a bombardment of Memes with NO PLOT!!! Listen. text/chatfics CAN have plot and be an interesting way to tell a story. I almost want to write one just to show what I mean...

I know I’ve said I like spinaraki and blackmagic, but I am a multishipper, so a few ships I don’t talk about that I like that involve the lov in some way:

-toga/any of the 1A girls??? or Camie??? super interesting. ALSO in the radio drama, bakugo’s voice actor said Toga was his favorite girl??? so?? bakugo/toga ?? I WANT TO SEE IT. but specifically my fav dynamic with her is when someone ELSE is the one to like her first, it’s what she deserves.

-Kurogiri/aizawa/mic?? any variety of that is also 👌🏻 I also kinda wanna see kurogiri/all might bc. Dads. COME ON. they bond over ‘well, I raised him, and you want to have a part in his life now?? ok. earn it. prove it. I’ll screen you first’ or something LMAO they’re both genuinely concerned for the boy, and SOOO biased. let them bond.

-WAIT WHERE IS THE MIC/COMPRESS CONTENT. THEYRE BOTH DRAMATIC. ENEMIES TO LOVERS?? HELLO??? SOMEONE?? ANYONE. rarepair hours

-giran/twice is cute. like he was hyping him up so much and so ready to go save him...

-dabi/magne where is the content. when. why not everywhere??? I’ve also seen magne/compress which was cute!! or twice/magne? they’re the big sibs of the lov...

-dabi/spinner?? come ON dabi could get over his learned biases and spend time with him and they could hold hands. I want them to.

-dabihawks. Obviously bc the Drama. yes even still, don’t @ me. (also, shigahawks, seen some REAL interesting fics with it tbh) or spinahawks?? adding hawks to a ship is like adding extra chili powder. makes it SPICY dramatic)

-nine/tomura don’t @ me once again. both kinda afo’s playthings, nine obviously was the test for tomura’s new upgrades...they both love their friends...That Scene in the Flower field </3 hmmm tragicships are fun.

-tomura/mirko. more enemies to lovers. big fan of her and bunnies. remember when he wore bunny ears in bnha smash. (ok its crack but. CUTE.) 

-I’ve also seen shiganatsu and shigafuyu and I’m like. these are cute, but also Dabi’s reaction always makes me cry laugh. so good.

-MOST EVERYONE IN THE LOV IS LGBTQA+!!! heres my personal headcanons:

Toga: pan or bi (CANON BASICALLY)

Magne: transwoman (CANON BABEY) bi, leans towards men. (her crush on dabi in bnha smash... uwu content where)

Shuichi: gets sooooo flustered canonly, I think he’d go for the first person Who Hit On Him (I can see him being the target of those mean pranks where someone says ‘my friend likes you!!’ and the friend is like ‘eww!!’ :(((( ) he’s super hesitant for romance, lots of repressed stuff. gay but takes sooo long to realize it bc he thinks most women are conventionally pretty Aesthethically, feels obligated to Like Them, but has bad self esteem so never goes after them, then only likes (1) guy so hes like?? is this allowed?? is this allowed???? (HES LIKE. IN LOVE WITH SHIGARAKI)

Dabi: bi but rly hasn’t ever gotten to date anyone, so he’s actually more reserved about it and while he’ll tease, he absolutely is absent and kinda oblivious (again, I KNOWWWW bnha smash isnt canon, but. my god. when magne is hitting on him and he Just Doesnt Understand.) also hes ace

Tomura: doesn’t care. (just prob says ‘its whatever’) trans/nonbinary (i’M NOT PROJECTING, BUT. :’/) probably goes with like, the label queer if any but doesn’t care much for labels

Kurogiri: bi??? kind of??? I say kind of bc well, I hc U Know Whom as bi, I feel like thatd carry over but he’d be really avoidant to date anyone bc hes gotta Watch His Kid u know? this is gonna sound surprising but I think he’d be the type to be like ‘ok we can have a one night stand/fling BUT it cant get personal bc I have a Job to Do for my Son so don’t get up in your feelings’ and act a little coldly at first or very ..not personable... depending on who it was he’d prob turn around eventually, esp if that person valued his feelings/job :”)

Sako: that mans Not Straight. I hc him as gay and also trans :3c

Twice: Bi and HAS dated prob more than anyone else in the league imo, super comfortable with his sexuality and supportive of everyone else’s :)

ok that’s about all I can think of atm, come back in 5 minutes and my brain will refill with lov headcanons :3 thank you for asking!!

#bnha manga spoilers #bnha #sanchoyoanswersasks #league of villains #lov #i am NOt tagging all of them im so sorry its Too Much #but ask to tag #for triggers #if anyone needs them tagged #? #long post #word wall #bananaapplewaffle #im pretty amicable to most ships n stuff and love rare/crack ships lmao #also if anyone has their own headcanons #and wants to share #feel free! #love hearin them too

[holylulusworld]

Secrets, lies and love

Summary: When Natasha the woman you only know as Natalia, not as an Avenger asks for your help. You agree only to feel the wrath of Captain America

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Scott Lang

Warnings: angst, love-hate relationship, arguments, Steve being a douche, mentions of sexual intercourse, language, smut, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling

This fics is post CACW with nomad Steve

“Trust me, Steve, Y/N is the best. She can fix Sam’s wound. I owe her my life. One last thing before we pick her up – she doesn’t know about the Avengers and crap. Y/N spent the last years isolated in a research base in Antarctica. They needed a doctor and she agreed. Don’t tell her how Sam got injured.” Natasha says and Steve looks at her, brows furrowed.

“She doesn’t know about the Avengers?” Steve asks. “Nothing?”

“UH, nope.” Natasha shrugs, chuckling. “She won’t know about Captain America, that I’m Black Widow and the crap about the Accords. Just keep it hidden till we can bring her back home. Y/N deserves a good life.” Steve nods, not convinced at all.

“Steve, get the stick out of your ass,” Sam mutters. “Y/N is cool. Now let’s get her or I will bleed to death.” Sam pants and finally Steve nods.

“Then let’s get this girl.” Bucky chuckles starting the engine.

“Why did I agree to help you?” Scott groans rubbing his forehead. “I could’ve had a great life. My company was on it’s way to the top and now…”

“Dude, your company was a dead-birth.” Sam retorts. “Now shut up. We are in this together. Barnes, drive faster.”

“I’m on it, Wilson,” Bucky mutters, cursing under his breath.

“No swear words, Buck.” Steve orders and Natasha grins at the tall Avenger.

“We broke the law, are on the run but swear words still concern you, Cap?” The former redhead asks sliding her fingers through her now blonde hair. “I miss my red hair…”

“We all had to sacrifice things,” Steve says.

“Dude, you grew your hair and a beard. I left my company, daughter and all I knew.” Scott retorts.

Spending two years with half of the Avengers on the run is get on Scott's nerves by now.

“Take a turn to the left and park at the end of the alley. She will wait for us with her luggage.” Natasha explains.

“Luggage?” Steve asks quirking a brow.

“Yeah. I told you she was away for a while. Her apartment is empty, and she only has the things in her suitcases. She bought everything new and wanted to move in today. I called and axed her plans. Now be nice, Cap.”

----

A car passes you to park at the end of the alley. You still got a bad feeling about this. Out of the blue, Natalia called you, telling you one of her friends got her. This smells like crime. Years ago, after a bad break-up – was it even a break-up? She was there for you, encouraged you to go to the Antarctic and forget about this certain asshole – her words not yours.

Now the door of the van opens, you can see Natalia and a man with dark long hair. Something is off with his arm, it’s made of metal, a prosthesis you guess. 

Natalia waves at you, nodding and you take one of your suitcases as the dark-haired guy shakes his head, grabbing all three suitcases as if they weight nothing.

“Whoa, I guess he always ate healthily.” You chuckle hugging Natalia tightly. “How worse is it?”

“Sam is bleeding heavily. Needs more than a few stitches. We’ve got a safe place to do so.” Your friend explains and the pit in your stomach grows.

“Okay.” You reply, either way, following her into the van as your eyes meet ocean blue ones. The eyes you…then you see Sam, bleeding heavily.

“Hey, strong guy. I need the smaller suitcase. Open it for me, I need something to stop the bleeding, for now, sanitizer, hand gloves, and the prepared IV.” You order ignoring the tall blonde man staring at you, gulping.

“Steve, that’s Y/N,” Natasha says, and you nod. Steve does the same, not giving away anything.

“Nice to meet you, Steve.” You reply. “Can someone start the car? I think all of us being here is a bit…dumb.” You chuckle and Scott nods, getting into the driver’s seat.

“First question – will there be a scar?” Sam asks.

“Seriously? You’re not concerned about surviving?” You joke, still ignoring Steve’s boring looks. “Sure but…the scar?”

“Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll fix you and there will be barely a scar, okay.” You explain, cleaning the wound. “That’s a shot wound, Natalia.”

“I know, Y/N. I think we have to explain a lot to you but right now…” Natasha sighs.

“I get it. In that case, I’ll need to get the bullet out right now before he’ll get an infection. Handle me the small bag in there. In need…” Natasha nods. “I know what you need.”

----

Three hours later you finally arrive at your destiny. The day dawns as Bucky carries your luggage into the ‘compound’ before you can protest.

“We need you to check on Sam for a few days and maybe on my broken ribs,” Natasha says.

“You guys live a dangerous life.” You sigh. “I need to check Sam’s temperature and wound. He needs antibiotics. We need to go to a pharmacy.”

“No,” Steve says and you roll your eyes. 

“Listen, Steve, if you want your friend to survive, I’ll go to a pharmacy and get the stuff. I can go alone if you are concerned anyone can see you.” You retort glaring at the tall man. “Whatever you messed up it must be something worse than stealing a chocolate bar. I’m not a criminal, so no one will get suspicious. I’ll go in and get out in a blink. We meet at a safe place and one of you brings me back here.”

“Sounds like a plan, Cap…” Scott says and Natasha glares at him. “Capital city…is a nice town…” He tries.

“Let’s do this then.”

----

Two hours later you found everything you need. Waiting in line you glance at a monitor hanging over the checkout. You can see Sam flying…and Steve throwing someone into a wall.

“That’s a tragedy, hun, …huh?” An elderly woman says. “Captain America is still fighting for us, but they want to catch him like a criminal.”

“Captain America…” You gasp. “Oh…yeah. It’s is, I guess.”

“See, he made the mistake to not sign some stupid stuff…” She chuckles. “I’m old, I can say what I want. I saw him when I was a young girl, back then in World War II. He was a hero, and still is a hero.” She whispers and you glance at the monitor once again.

“I didn’t know any of this. I was out of…life, I guess… It was the time when they found him in the ice, I think.” You whisper.

“He’s a sexy man,” The elderly woman says.

“Yeah…I guess…” She smiles now, paying her things. 

----

“What took you so long?” Steve mutters and you shrug.

“I told you we shall meet me at a safe place, not in public.” You whisper. “They showed a video of you and the others in there, Captain America.” 

“I guess the cat is out of the bag, Stevie.” Bucky chuckles. “We should…” Steve can’t end the sentence as he sees four cops walking toward your position. “Stay behind me…I’ll handle this situation,” Steve says.

“Ma’am I need you to come with me. You are arrested for conspiracy with Captain America and the Winter Soldier.” One of the officers says. “Captain, Sergeant Barnes, please come with us on free terms.”

“I’m sorry, son but we are not able to follow your orders,” Steve says shoving you behind his back. “The lady is innocent. She was only asking about the way…”

“Sir, Captain we know about her connection to Black Widow. She was observed since the moment she entered American soil. Now come with us, Ms. Y/L/N.” The officer says and you start shaking.

“Into which kind of trouble did Natalia drag me into?” You ask.

“You wanted answers…now you’ve got them.” Steve mutters and you punch his back.

----

“Let me down, Rogers.” You mutter slapping his back. “I can walk!”

“You wanted to go with the cops and tell them about our hideout,” Steve growls.

“I don’t even know where it is, Captain. I got no clue why they knew about me…and why did they call Natalia, Natasha?”

“As I lied to you, Y/N. I’m sorry they were after you because of me. I thought I covered my tracks.”

“Natasha, I lost everything I tried to build up here in one night. This is…” Screaming you wiggle in Steve’s tight grip.

“Calm down or I will lock you in a cell. You’re not one of us – we can’t trust you.” Steve says.

“Steve, are you kidding me? She lost everything as she helped Sam. Now let her down and act like a normal guy for once. Y/N is deep into it now…just like Scott.” Natasha sighs and Steve drops you to the ground.

“Ouch…”

“Steve!”

“She will have to work to get food and a room.” He orders now full Captain. “We don’t need another hungry mouth.”

----

“How do you feel?” Natasha asks.

Still mad at your friend you shake your head, wiping away some tears. “I’m in this compound for two months. No sunlight, now friends…no job or hope. I lost everything as you lied to me. You should’ve been my friend but you are no better than this guy breaking my heart.” You sniffle.

“Who was he?” She asks. “You never told me anything about him.” Sitting down onto your bed she looks at you, waiting for any information.

“Honestly, I got to know I didn’t know him at all, Natal…I mean Natasha. I never knew him. I was a toy to play with…”

“Why are you chatting? You need to clean the kitchen and check on Bucky’s shoulder.” Steve barks.

For over two months Steve acts like you are the enemy as if you destroyed his life, not the other way around. He’s always nagging, yelling and glaring at you.

“Steve!” Natasha tries but you place one hand onto her shoulder. “It’s fine. Captain America barks and I follow…such a hero.” You say bitterly before your friend leaves your room.

“Get your shit together, Steve.” She whispers through gritted teeth.

“Y/N hurry up! Bucky is waiting.”

“I know…” You sigh. “Why are you treating me like this?” The question surprises Steve and he steps into your room, towering intimidating over you. His eyes search your face and he scoffs.

“You know why…you acted like you didn’t know me in the van.” He snarls.

“I acted like that? You did the same, Rogers.” You retort. 

“Do you even remember?” He asks tilting his head. “Or were there so many others?” Now he’s licking his lips, waiting for you to say something. The slap hits him by surprise.

“Many others? If I do remember?” You spat, angrily clenching your jaw. “I remember everything. I remember our dates, the kisses…your promises, Steve. I remember giving you what no other man had before.” You yell now.

Steve is looking at you, surprised about your outburst. “Y/N, we shouldn’t…not now!”

“Not now? The hell! Right now! You took what you wanted and the next morning you were gone, Rogers. I woke up in a cold bed, alone. I called you but your phone was unreachable. I drove to your apartment, but it was empty. Don’t tell me I forgot the heartbreak, the betrayal, Steve Rogers. Fucking Captain America!” You scream slapping his cheek again and this time Steve growls.

“Stop hitting me!” Steve orders and you kick his shin, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Fuck you! I left my hometown to live in goddamn Antarctica because of you! Now you have the guts to accuse me of having sex with random guys. Thanks to you I never trusted anyone ever again. I hate you. Lying son of a bitch!” You curse.

Ready to scratch his eyes out you jump onto the bed to reach his back. Steve tries to shake you off, but you tug at his hair, scratching his scalp.

“Fuck, get off me, doll.” Steve curses as Natasha and Sam run into your room, watching you fighting with Steve.

“UH-Cap? Is this your way to do foreplay?” Sam asks as Natasha is cheering for you. “This is not the way to do it…Stevie…” Bucky adds glancing over Sam’s shoulder. “Ask her for a date or cuddle her.”

“She attacked me!” Steve pants trying to get you off his back, but you are fighting him, scratching his neck, biting his ear. “Ouch, Y/N…I like it rough but no like that.”

“I know, pervert!” You mutter tugging at his shirt.

“Guys, we should…leave the room and…whatever.” Natasha says as you started biting Steve’s neck and he stopped yelling and started moaning.

“Why? It’s getting interesting.” Sam says. Natasha is glancing at Steve, grabbing your legs, squeezing the tender flesh. “Now Wilson.”

“What a pity. Best show ever.” Bucky chuckles.

----

“Get off me now, doll or you won’t like the answer,” Steve warns as you started tugging at his hair again.

“No way! Your hair is longer, and I’ll rip it out! Every single strand.” You threaten and Steve grabs your leg, dragging you off him to toss you onto the bed.

“I’ll teach you a lesson!” He warns striding toward you with an angry look on his face.

“I survived your bad behavior for two months! Asshole!” You talk back. Steve is watching you, licking his lips before his shirt gets tossed aside. “UH—why are you…fuck…” Your eyes watch Steve undressing and you unwillingly stare at his half-hard cock.

“I left that morning for a mission. I got captured my Hydra…spend six months in a cell, thinking about you. When I came back you were gone.” Steve says walking toward the bed.

“You could’ve said something…” You gasp as he unbuttons your pants, dragging the fabric down your legs, along with your plain cotton panties. He’s admiring the view before your shirt hits the floor, along with your bra.

“I wanted to, but Shield was against it…now I know it was because Hydra infiltrated Shield…I want to see what’s mine, spread…” Steve orders and you let your legs fall open.

“I would’ve waited for you…” 

Rough hands slide over your legs before he wraps them around his waist. His cock is nudging at your entrance but he’s waiting, kissing along your jawline instead. Your hands caress his broad shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he slips his tongue in.

Pulse starting to race you move one hand between your bodies, stroking him slowly. Growls leave Steve’s lips when you angle your hips to let the tip slip into you. His body is pressed firmly against yours. Hands holding each other, lips united to an all-consuming kiss as he sinks into your heat, causing you to shiver.

“You’re still so tight.” Steve groans against your soft pillows, claiming them once again before his hips start moving. He goes slow at first, testing the waters before you dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him on to go harder.

“Harder…” 

Now his hands grip the headboard. Knees dug into the mattress Steve starts pounding into you. He still holds back, his inhuman strength would hurt you so he does his best to make you scream, but only in pleasure.

Your back arches, hands fisting the sheets with every hard thrust of his dick. The noises grow louder, skin slaps against skin. His eyes meet yours as you slide your hands over his chest, crying out for more.

“I’ve missed you…” Steve growls sliding into you in a maddening pace. He’s holding back his high, trying to make you come first. You are lost in pleasure, in the feeling of Steve above you, inside of you, making you moan in desperation.

Your nails scratch over his chest, down to his abs to leave angry red lines but Steve doesn’t care, he only grips the headboard tighter, now bottoming out after every long stroke. He stills for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your pussy contracting around him, squeezing him tightly.

He’s moving faster, angling his cock, pressing another high out of you before he grips the headboard tighter, crying out your name as the wood breaks.

“Shit, you destroyed the bed…” You gasp.

“Worth it…” Steve shrugs tossing the wood aside and the door bursts open.

“Dude! Did you just…” Bucky trails off as his eyes dart between the destroyed headboard on the floor and the scene on your bed. “I’m out…”

“Did he…? Crap, Cap…Jesus…” Sam chokes, covering his eyes. “Damn, warn a man, Barnes.”

“Why should only I suffer?” Bucky retorts.

“Is Y/N, alright?” Natasha asks running toward your room only to see you pawing at Steve’s back as he tries to cover your modesty with his taller frame. “Way to go, girl! You tamed Captain Grumpy.”

“Guys, Nat…can you get the fuck out of Y/N’s room!” Steve yells.

“No swear words, Stevie. I hope you used protection, cause…ya know…wrap it…” Bucky teases as Natasha grabs his ear, and Sam’s to drag the men away.

“We didn’t wrap it…” Steve whispers.

“I’m on the pill, Captain…”

“Did you have a boyfriend?” There is jealousy plastered all over Steve’s face now and you shrug.

“Nope…” 

“Why the pill then?” His eyes meet yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thought I’ll get lucky, Steve. I mean Black Widow is calling me, so I assumed you would be there too…” You chuckle.

“You knew?” Steve gasps.

“I was in the Antarctic, not on the moon. I had to play my role to make sure no one knows Tony sent me to help you out, my hero.”

“Tony?”

“Now let’s talk about redemption…” Lower lip trapped between your teeth you glance at Steve, waiting for his reaction.

“You knew I got captured?” He asks. “Tony told me after he contacted me some days ago. He told me everything and asked for help. I thought I’ll give you the chance to make it up to me. Now…how about destroying this bed for sure…”

“I’m on it. But later we will talk about lying, doll.” Steve grunts snapping his hips against yours. “Now I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a few days…”

----

“Stop standing in front of my friend's room.” Natasha scolds hearing you moan Steve’s name.

“Shit, I haven’t had any for months, Nat. Let me get some inspiration.” Bucky mutters. “I need something for lonely nights.”

“Lonely nights, Barnes? Hm…follow me to my room…I’ll give you a helping hand…”

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[mehreya]

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[ao3-spideypool]

omg they were quarantined

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dzsP17

by Jdragon122, LunaStories

Spidey has a cold and Deadpool, being the sexy boyfriend he is, goes to take care of his baby boy. But they're under quarantine and oh no, there's no more lube? What should they do?

Words: 2562, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Deadpool does Fandom

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson

Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Additional Tags: guess who the fuck is back????, Deadpool is back!!, this is the good, Crack, I guess it could also be a, Sick Fic, Times are rough so we had to use hand sanitizer as lube :(, quarantine fic, Heard about this thing called lock down fest, well here I am contributing like a good little mercenary!, Covid-19 Related, it happens!!, this is mostly sexy time porns, here are some no context relevant tags to my beautiful fic, Thomas the Tank Engine - Freeform, Bussy Soup, Joe Biden - Freeform, barack Obama - Freeform, Colonel Sanders - Freeform, hand sanitizer lube, rapunzel - Freeform, maid outfit, Hozier, Hurt/Comfort, Oh and there is an instance of Spidey eating me, we were in quarantine and we were hungry, Magical Healing Cock

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[safflowerseason]

dan x amy college au drabble

i’ve had this little scene chasing itself in my head for a while, and getting it out was my form of stress-relief tonight. enjoy xx

summary if it were a real fic: dan and amy meet for the first time when he hooks up with her roommate. 

~*~

“Rise and shine, frat-ass.”

Through a haze of sleep, Dan perceives one thing: something poking his shoulder repeatedly. And sharply. He ignores it, in the hope that it will go away. 

It doesn’t go away.

“Come on, you fucking braindead assortment of malfunctioning pheromones, wake the fuck up. I need my room back, so I can begin to sanitize it.” 

The poking continues. Dan wakes up just enough to roll over and grit out, “Jesus, get the fuck away, I’m getting up!”

He pushes himself up on his elbows and bats away at whatever’s poking him. His hand closes around smooth, warm, skin. Whatever is poking him is female. Dan opens his eyes. 

The girl he is face to face with is most definitely not the girl he fucked last night. He does not remember a fucking enormous pair of blue eyes, and a sheet of princess-blonde hair. He does not remember those curves underneath his hands.

They stare at each other for a second—their hands still loosely entangled—before the girl narrows those eyes at him and yanks her wrist away. Dan immediately scrambles to a sitting position, his back against the wall of the dorm room. Hastily checks to make sure the sheets are covering him. 

“Uh…hi.” he begins, awkwardly, and runs a hand through his hair. Fuck, he needs a mirror. 

“…where is…?” Shit, he’s blanking on the name. Her dad was on the Board of Trustees. He remembered that much. 

“Wow.” Blonde-girl laughs derisively. “The poor girl who faked an orgasm for you last night…her name is Alice. And her sex window is over, so I don’t know what the fuck you're still doing here.”

“Hey, she didn’t fake it.” Dan snaps automatically, not that he cared that much either way. Her father was a trustee, but it didn’t make Alice particularly exciting. Their encounter was definitely not worth putting up with her fucking manic roommate. Jesus. 

“Oh, I’m sure she didn’t.” the girl rolls her eyes. She’s coming into better focus now that Dan is more awake, and to his profound exasperation, she’s way hotter than Alice. Shorter—they’re basically eye-to-eye with him seated on the bed—but striking, with those massive eyes and a rosebud mouth. Her tits look very good in an aggressively simple navy blue sundress, the thin material clinging to her curves in a way that’s probably not intended to be enticing but totally, totally is. Fuck, he needs some coffee. Or a shot.

“…are you…are you checking me out?” she asks, sounding a bit stunned, and Dan realizes belatedly he’s basically been staring at her for the past thirty seconds, not saying anything.  (Then again…she didn’t stop him right away.) “Oh my god—you literally woke up in my roommate’s bed!” 

“So? Did I fall down some fucking time hole and wake up in the fifties?!” he retorts, more annoyed at her than ever. Forget how kissable her mouth looks. This girl has to be the most fucking infuriating person he’s ever encountered this early in the morning and he lives in a frat house. “What are you even doing here in the first place? Don’t the two of you have some sort of system?” 

“She told me she had a volleyball game. I didn’t know she accidentally left a souvenir behind.”

“Well,” Dan snarks, “You’re going to have to give me a few minutes, babe, and I’m going to need some coffee first, but don’t worry, you can have your turn if you want.”

She looks truly enraged. “Get. the. fuck. out. now.”

“I can’t.” Dan retorts, as insolently as possible. “You’re standing on my pants.” 

“Ugh.” the girl groans, looking revolted, and flounces toward the door. “You have two minutes to make yourself presentable.” 

Dan gives her the finger, a gesture she returns in a move that’s so unexpected for a girl he almost chokes on his own surprise, and then she slams the door angrily behind her, leaving him (finally) alone. 

He jumps out of bed hastily and the first thing he does is check his reflection in the nearest mirror. (It’s workable. His hair miraculously still looks purposefully tousled, and his freckles aren’t standing out too much.) Fumbling into his jeans and shoes, he looks desperately around the room for some intel on whoever the fuck this girl is. 

Her side of the room is obsessively neat, and there are some boring prints of some lesser known impressionist paintings tacked up on the wall over her bed. Unlike Alice’s massive and messy collage of photos, there’s just a few framed pictures arranged on the bedside table. Dan doesn’t even have to guess which desk is hers—it’s the one overflowing with books and papers, even though class doesn’t start for two days. (And he steals a piece gum out of Alice’s desk, just to cover his bases. And borrows her deodorant. He may as well get something out of fucking her.) 

Hanging on the back of the door, there’s a whiteboard covered in flowery curlicued scribble. Amy - SAE welcome back party. Come out! 

Amy reenters the room just as Dan is tugging his shirt down over his chest and reading the old textbook titles that are stacked in her bookshelf. (What? He’s no rookie. She might be annoying but she’s too fucking cute for him not to try.) 

“Stop looking at my stuff, you creep.” she says, crossly. “It’s a girl’s dorm room. Nothing you haven’t seen a hundred times before.”

“Yeah but not all of them had their very own library.” Dan replies, but in a distinctly nicer tone of voice. It was just a split-second, but he caught her glancing at his shoulders, and it’s enough for him to feel significantly more in control of the situation. “Did you leave any left for the rest of us?” 

“I don’t imagine you come across many of those in the primordial ooze that makes up your frat house.” 

Dan smiles at her, his most charming, devastating grin, because she clearly thinks he’s a braindead fraternity bro with nothing but a pretty face and he can’t wait to prove her wrong. 

“I’m Dan.” he offers. 

“I know.” Amy replies, and there’s a smug little tilt to her chin. “I figured out why you look so familiar. You’re that idiot who ran for GSA president as a freshman.”

Dan just smiles wider and takes a step toward her. “If you knew anything about politics, Amy, you would know sometimes people run just to come in second.”

He says her name with the intent to throw her off, since she still hasn’t introduced herself, but Amy just rolls her eyes. “I actually do know a thing or two about politics, and no one runs to lose like you did.” 

Her voice is still impossibly dry, but the corner of her mouth lifts, just slightly, in a coy little smirk—pleased to have gotten the upper hand so neatly. Dan can’t even be too annoyed, partly because it’s a fucking sexy expression, and partly because…he has his own trump card to play.

“Well,” he says, in a very aw-shucks kind of voice, and shoves his hands in his pockets. “I guess I’ll be learning a lot more in Professor Spellman’s American elections class.”

Amy looks flatteringly gobsmacked. “You are in Spellman’s History of the American Election course?”

“Yep.” Dan replies, smugly. History of the American Election is the capstone junior seminar for the political science major, and not just anyone can take it. It’s taught by the toughest professor on campus, who worked for two presidential administrations before “retiring” to teach. He only accepts twenty students per year, and you have to submit a portfolio of your previous work and endure a personal interview before he decides if you can take the class. Professor Spellman is old friends with the chair of the DCCC, and rumor has it if that if you impress him, he’ll land you a internship with the congressman of your choice after you graduate. A paid one, for that matter.

“…What’d you do, sleep with his TA?”

“Nice try, Amy.” Dan shakes his head at her for being so mean. “You know Professor Hardman doesn’t have a TA. I sat through the same fucking interview process you did.”

Amy doesn’t respond right away, just studies him like he’s a particular complicated theorem.  Dan can see her instinctive respect for the professor battling with her low opinion of him, and something else glimmering in her massive eyes, something genuinely curious. Her face is incredibly transparent, and Dan can’t help it…it’s fucking intriguing about how open she is around him and yet also (maybe even because of it) so obviously guarded. He stares right back at her, long enough that she blushes a little and looks away, and immediately Dan decides that he and Amy Brookheimer are going to fuck, and they’re also going to ace the class. He could fucking do anything if she looks like that around him. 

“Well…” Amy finally says, and sits primly down at her desk. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday, then.”

And that seems like an impossibly long time to wait.

Dan pulls out his phone—the usual endless string of text messages from friends and possible fuck buddies, nothing from April but he doesn’t care—and pretends to be studying it for a moment, as if he’s figuring out where to go. Amy, incredibly, based on the sounds coming from behind the wall of the desk, seems to be opening up her laptop to start working. On a Saturday.

When he’s certain she’s reasonably distracted, he peeks down at her over the edge of the desk. “Wanna get breakfast? The waffle bar will still be open.” 

Amy glances up, and for the first time since she encountered him in her dorm room, she looks truly flustered.

“What?! I…what?”

“Breakfast. It’s what people eat in the mornings.”

She actually looks confused. “I…I ate already.”

“It’s nine thirty in the morning. What’d you eat?”

“I had a smoothie. On my way back from my boyfriend’s.”

A boyfriend? Dan clocks the information without any disappointment. Any boyfriend who’s letting Amy Brookheimer leave his place before noon on a Saturday is not a boyfriend he has to worry about. “Oooh.” he deadpans. “I think you can spare some space for waffles.” 

Annoyance and intrigue are fighting across her face. “I…I have work to do.” she finally says, but she’s smiling helplessly, as if she knows she can’t resist him. “We have reading.”

“There are forty eight hours until class begins. Come on. I’ll share with you the intel I picked up on Spellman.” 

“I already did some research on him.” Amy says, in a very know-it-all tone of voice that, weirdly, just makes Dan like her more. She plucks a blue file folder from a stack on her desk. 

“Oh, excellent, Amy.” he says, and snatches the folder from her. “Waffles are on me.” 

He darts for the door, and predictably, Amy leaps after him. “Dan! That’s mine!”

Dan doesn’t give her the folder back until they’re seated outside the dining hall with their food. Immediately, she smacks him upside the head with it and then steals half of his bacon. Dan lets her. It’s going to be a good year. 

#veep fic #dan x amy #college au

[jinjikook]

like a genie in a bottle (m)

word count: 4.6k

genre: smut + fluff ; non-idol au

pairing: reader/namjoon

warning(s)/kink(s): hand jobs, male masturbation, semi-public, nipple play + light petting

summary: namjoon just needed some extra cash and he turned to a clinic, where he stumbled upon you and your very unique profession

music: one wish - ray j

a/n: the title is a random mixture of rubbing (lmao) + the song i had on repeat, it really doesn’t relate to the fic at all oh well

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“Alright sir, please have a seat and help yourself to some reading materials until the room is ready for you.” The young receptionist gestured to Namjoon, the chilly waiting room fairly empty save for a soul or two beside the tall blond man.

He nodded and wandered for a chair, choosing one an appropriate distance away from the man seated in the corner of the room. At first, Namjoon channeled his nervous energy into small ticks: tapping his feet to some mindless rhythm and matching the slaps on his knees with his hands much to the annoyance of the lady seated in front of him.

After an awkward smile and a murmured apology, he resorted to humming quietly. Some track that Yoongi was working on for his next upload onto SoundCloud, a collaboration between Namjoon, him and a fairly internet famous singer named Jimin.

Namjoon was glad that technology and the use of it was growing every day, allowing underground artists like himself to reach out to greater audiences. He managed to get fans while still working his usual nine to five with minimal crossover between the two.

“…….?” The receptionist beckoned a person over—the man seated in the corner—and handed him a clipboard to fill out, along with a faux flower pen to write with, to which the man grimaced towards. “Please make sure to fill out all the fields, Mr. Im. It’s crucial to your wellbeing,” It seemed like the man was a regular or at least a known patient if they were privy to his constant lies and omissions of facts.

Namjoon understood, the fear of a doctor finding something wrong or weird with you if you actually told them the truth being one that he shared as well. Just imagine having to explain some embarrassing situation that caused your leg to break in three different places—it just seemed so much easier on both parties (and the patient’s personal dignity) if a little white lie is applied, something as simple as faking that it was a regular trip-and-fall scenario rather than an uncouth story about how you tried out a sex swing and the damn thing fought back.

Namjoon shuddered at the horrid memory and tried out throw it out from his mind almost immediately.

Several minutes later, a nurse emerged from a swinging door, clipboard in hand as she called Namjoon inside.

“Please step onto the scale after removing your shoes, we’ll need to document your height and weight.”

Namjoon paused, a confused look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was all a part of the process?”

The nurse hummed, nodding as she seemed to understand.

“Yes, well we are a fairly high quality establishment—as I’m sure you’ve realized from the pay you’re receiving for your… contribution—and to ensure the highest quality and that the consumers know exactly what they’re getting, it is crucial to extract as many specifics as possible. Imagine if a young woman wanted a son who had a chance of getting a hereditary gene for tall height, she’d want to know just how tall the donor was, correct?”

Namjoon nodded and quickly understood just what the purpose of everything was. He wasn’t about to protest since he was literally getting paid a pretty penny just for doing what he usually does at home; just in a more public setting with lower room temperatures and without the aid of a good video off the internet.

After all the documenting was through, the nurse led him to a private room with a sanitized and covered bed. She explained how to go through the process—that of which was fairly unnecessary since Namjoon had had more than enough experience in this field—and showed him the materials needed. Other than his hand and himself, of course.

“And when you’re through, please label the cup accordingly and place it into the small door there. If you have any trouble, please feel free to make use of the aids we have provided for you; though we ask that you try to keep them clean, for sanitation and comfort purposes, of course. Any questions, Mr. Kim?”

The tall blond shook his head and with that, the nurse slipped out with a small smile so he could do his bidding.

He sighed and looked around, accessing his surrounding and the environment he had to rub one out in. In his mind, he repeated a mantra: think of the money, think of the money, think of the money.

While his job’s pay was decent, he needed some extra bang in this month’s paycheck if he was to make rent and still get himself some new headphones since he so gracefully broke his current pair.

In a normal, everyday sense, it seemed like a dumb splurge item to be going to these lengths for. But in Namjoon’s case, he needed them to be able to record his raps and listen back to be properly critical on his audio; he had to make great tracks in order to get anywhere online and he never let himself dish out anything less than the best.

So that’s how he ended up here, as referred by a good friend who had a similar situation to himself—minus the music production part, since he just was in a pinch for money at the time and found this place that provided him with more than enough compensation for what little he actually had to do.

Namjoon looked over at the leaflets set out for people, some about conceiving children and others about recent studies about fertility. Certainly nothing that would help him get it up, and he hoped everyone else who stepped into this room felt the same way. A move to the left brought a stack of naughty magazines that the office had to (unfortunately) subscribe to in order to provide some “material” for people to work with into his sights.  

They weren’t that bad, but Namjoon was a man of taste. Porno mags just didn’t do it for him, no matter how provocatively the women posed or how much skin showed or if her breasts were deliciously supple or not.

He liked the sounds a woman made when she was pleasured properly, the feel of her body—her hands, mouth, and more. Call him old-fashioned, but even porn online just didn’t do much. He made do with it, since it was so easy to obtain and resulted in minimal effort of pursuit but he never came nearly as well as he did in the presence of gorgeous lady.

One like yourself.

As he sat on the bed, the paper cover crinkling with every shift of his ass, he realized that he was no closer to getting hard than when he first entered. Which was clearly going to be an issue since he needed to come if he was to get paid.

A knock sounded on the door, breaking Namjoon out of his frantic thoughts and he was semi-glad that he hadn’t gotten started yet, for fear of what would’ve happened if the knock came while he had his dick out and was going to town.

“Mr. Kim, are you decent?”

With a noise of affirmation, in entered yourself clad in a white lab coat, along with an outfit that Namjoon didn’t think a doctor would wear to work but it was tastefully sensual, professional and just shy of being too sexy.

“We were wondering if you were doing alright, it’s been some time since you first entered. Are you having some trouble?”

Color bloomed on Namjoon’s cheeks, a clear, unspoken admittance to his struggle in the time being. You let out a small chuckle, this not being the first time you’d stumbled across a man unable to get the show started. After all, this wasn’t exactly the most sensual and comfortable atmosphere to be getting those type of feelings in.

“Would you like some help? We can provide you with more accommodations, if you’d like to proceed?”

“Accommodations? I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”

You slowly shut the door behind you, careful not to close it on your coat and Namjoon settled back further into his seated position at the edge of the bed as he awaited for you to explain further on what these so called “accommodations” were.

“Well, you’ve already seen that we aren’t a typical sort of clinic,” Namjoon nodded. “That being said, we clearly care a lot about not only the consumers, but our patients as well. That’s why we pay so highly, we want quality both ways and we intend to provide properly for said performances.”

“I see, I was explained a little of this earlier by the nurse who brought me in. But where does that apply to helping me… perform?”

You stifled a giggle behind your hand, watching as Namjoon tried to ignore the slight awkward air in the atmosphere.

“What I mean is, we go above and beyond to ensure you’re able to come, Mr. Kim.” Spit got caught in Namjoon’s throat as you said what was considered a forbidden term to him, having danced his way around the very obvious reason why he was here all this time only for you to outright say it so boldly. “That’s why I’m here. How would you like me to assist you?”

Okay, that definitely caught Namjoon off guard. More so than when you said the word “come”.

“W-what? You… helping me?” Thoughts blossomed in Namjoon’s mind, against all his mental protests of trying to stay civil and respectable. He imagined you in places and positions that he shouldn’t have, but at the same time he felt that it couldn’t be helped because what else did you mean by “assisting him” in his objective to ejaculate?

You nodded and shrugged your coat off, giving more of your body to Namjoon’s greedy eyes. He was able to look over your curves and supple body, places that the baggy white coat had hidden and tucked away so well. The dress you were wearing was pretty, flattering to your body type and he’s sure if this was a normal day-to-day situation, he’d find you beautiful enough to approach in public. Maybe in a coffee shop or at a department store as you shopped for groceries and goods.

Not in a fertility clinic, and definitely not when he’s about to donate sperm.

“Miss…?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, I’m sorry Y/N but, I don’t think this is going to work.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” You began to reach for your coat promptly after shedding it off, still maintaining your professionalism much to Namjoon’s surprise. “I can direct in our male aid, if that’s to your preference! I’ve heard he’s plenty good at his job, all his clients have been pleased with his assistance—”

“No! That’s not what I meant!”

You paused, hand on the door.

“Then, how can I possibly help if you aren’t going to be clear with what you want?”

Namjoon groaned, throwing his face into his hands before scrambling them through his hair. The light locks cascaded back onto his face, soft on his hard features.

“I don’t need help, male or female!”

“Oh.”

You looked downtrodden, never having been told you weren’t needed. Sure, there had been some with cold feet or that would request Taehyung instead of yourself, but never had someone outright said they didn’t need you.

“Forgive me then, I’ll leave you to your own devices then, Mr. Kim.”

Trying to save face, Namjoon shot up quickly as you opened the door with your head hung low, stopping you with his hand on your wrist while the other landed on the door to make it slam back shut.

He looked into your eyes, noticing the height difference between the two of you and for a moment, he imagined what it’d look like to see those beautiful, big orbs looking up at him from below. What it’d be like if he succumbed to his desires and allowed you to fall to your knees and please him, all for the sake of money, of course.

“I… I didn’t mean that.” You furrowed your brows, thoroughly confused by the flip-flop attitude of this client. You had other things to attend to and if he truly didn’t want or need your services, then you’d rather get a move on and do something more productive with your time. “This is all really new, I’ve never even donated before. Nothing other than blood, I mean.”

And with that, realization dawned onto your features.

“Ah, I see I have a virgin on my hands!” You wiggled your fingers devilishly, a grin toying on your lips.

“What!? I-I’m not a virgin, I’ve had plenty of sex!”

“Relax, Mr. Kim. That’s not what I meant, I mean you’re a virgin at this sort of scenario. Meaning I get the lovely privilege of popping your cherry, in this sense.”

“Oh god, maybe I will just take the dude and try my luck.”

You giggled and gestured for Namjoon to take a seat and get comfortable, wanting to make this all about him because after all, that is what this was about.

“Remove your jacket, it’s tough to get off if you feel constricted and restrained.” Not feeling up to protesting anymore and making a bigger fool and ass out of himself, Namjoon simply nodded and obliged. The denim jacket was a little suffocating anyways, so it at least softened the blow on his ego as he tried to reason that he had his own intentions for taking the offending garment off anyways.

“Now, are there any preferences you have? Things you don’t like?”

Namjoon gulped, still not mentally prepared for what was about to happen.

“Uh, nothing really crazy. Not like we can do much anyways, right?”

“Right. I can’t jeopardize the integrity of your sperm so—”

“Can we please not call it that?”

“What, sperm? What would you prefer? Ejaculate? Come? Release?” At all of Namjoon’s hilarious reactions, you conjured up one last name that forced you to try and hide your shit-eating grin. “Baby batter?”

“Oh my god, please get me the guy; I’m begging you.”

You tittered and waved him off, seeing his smile that went against his negative connotation towards you. He was clearly getting more comfortable, the light humor helping his tension ease.

“So Mr. Kim, how would you like to do this?” And just like that, it was back into the clean-cut clinical atmosphere from before and Namjoon felt his dick tuck itself away just as quick as it’d appeared.

He stammered, clearly unable to formulate his thoughts along with his concerns and you felt like it was your responsibility to take care of him properly. He was clearly a man that clients would love to “make use of”: handsome, tall, an incredible I.Q. and even creative to boot.

A quick peek behind you told you that the stack of dirty magazines weren’t jostled in the slightest, meaning Namjoon hadn’t cared for them in all this time being here. Even his phone was still neatly pocketed in his jean jacket, telling you that he was probably having the most issues because he was more of a hands on sort of guy.

So naturally, you gave him something to work with—hands on.

Namjoon stared wide eyed at his hands, now latched onto your chest. His mouth gaped open, as if it was he that put his own offending hands there and wasn’t sure how to remedy the situation despite the fact that you started it.

“Go on, have a little fun Mr. Kim.

“N-Namjoon.”

You nodded, pursing your lips and trying his name on the tip of your tongue.

“Oh, fuck me.”

Another giggle erupted from your lips, never having had this much fun with a patient before.

Usually they didn’t even require Taehyung or yourself, the magazines and whatever pre-downloaded clips on their cellular doing just the trick for them. Most clients didn’t even know you two existed, what your true purposes were other than collecting the goods to examine and freeze cryogenically.

Namjoon’s head lolled forward, almost resting on your shoulder as he began to knead on his own accord. No sense prolonging the inevitable any longer, he supposed. He felt around, able to map out where your nipples lay under the thin bra you had on in mere minutes. Namjoon prided himself in how well he could work his hands, somewhat of a connoisseur of making girls—and a guy or two—come within minutes with his hands and fingers alone.

Now, this job entailed you to help the clients with their struggles but in no way did it ever go over what would happen if you enjoyed yourself as well. Those who did make use of your services simply did well with a quick hand job, maybe some light fondling but it never progressed further and you always had an air of professionalism around you the entire time. It was an in-and-out sort of job, and you always had a good grasp on that concept.

But Namjoon was a little different.

He was so vocal, groaning and moaning with just feeling you up alone. He’d mumble, saying words like “perfect” and “gorgeous”, things usually these type of guys wouldn’t describe you or your body with at a time like this.

All the while, he maintained the limit of respect, never treading any further and always keeping from saying or doing the wrong thing.

So you were getting a little lost in the feeling and sentiment, his fingers toying with your nipples a little harder than you initially expected. You fought every little noise that bubbled up in your throat, stamping them down for the sake of being a professional.

He hissed, one hand releasing its grip on your breast to come down and adjust himself in his jeans. In hindsight, it’d been a shit choice of attire but at least he looked good, though he wasn’t sure who for since he wasn’t out on a spree to impress anyone in particular. Especially not at a fertility clinic.

“It’s okay, you can make yourself comfortable.” You murmured, Namjoon momentarily forgetting just exactly what he was here for. So with that, he used his hand to instead lower the zipper of his bottoms, the loud metal snagging with every tooth until finally he was able to pop the top button and expose the front of his briefs.

For a moment, he just remained content with rubbing himself off over the fabric of his underwear but quickly the pleasure faded as he craved a more intimate touch. He pulled away from you altogether to tug himself out, exhaling in relief at the lack of confinement around his cock.

“W-wait, before you continue,” You began, moving away from Namjoon to which he instantly regretted, the warmth of your body gone and a chill settling in its place. As you shuffled in the background, around the counter top where the magazines lay, you turned back with the materials the nurse left Namjoon with earlier.

You placed them by Namjoon’s seated body, the cup remaining in place while you took the little square pack and tore it open carefully, extracting a small disinfecting wipe.

“Sorry, it’s protocol.”

“S’okay,” Namjoon slurred, watching intently as you approached his hard and leaking length with the unfolded, damp cloth. It was cold to the touch, almost icy against his hot skin as you quickly wiped away any offending bacteria carefully but thoroughly. “Cold,” He mumbled, to which you apologized and tried to make work of it faster, for his sake more than anything else.

Once you were done with that, you tossed it into the disposal bin and reached for the second square, this one being smaller and of the foil variety.

For a second, Namjoon thought it was a condom but it was much too tiny—especially compared to the size of his length—and the use of a condom would obviously be very pointless in this situation. When you tore it open, holding it at an angle so its contents wouldn’t spill out, realization dawned on Namjoon and he only had a second to mentally prepare before the semi-cold lube dripped onto his cock, the muscle twitching in response to the contact.

Namjoon hissed, fingers twisting and tightening in the paper cover with a loud crinkling cacophony. You apologized once more, trying to quickly coat his cock before covering it with your own hand, making quick work to start up some friction to at least heat up the lubricant for Namjoon’s comfort.

“Oh my god—fuck, s’ah,” Namjoon was torn between talking, moaning and hissing, everything bumping into each other as his nerve endings felt like they were on fire. Your hand was working him slowly but steadily, a firm grip giving him just the right amount of friction everywhere. No doubt were you good at your job, paying extra attention to his head as it continued to leak a steady stream of pre come. “Holy fuck, Y/N, you’re too good at this,”

You let out a breathless chuckle, a little in awe at Namjoon’s reactions. Sure, guys could enjoy it and appreciate it but no one had ever been this enthusiastic, making your own core tingle in between your legs and you knelt down for better measure. That, and it helped put a little bit of pressure on your own sex if you sat on your legs, down on your knees.

“D-don’t do that, shit—Y/N, why are you—”

Namjoon cut himself off with his own groan, head rolling back with his eyes when you twisted particularly well just at the head, in the one spot he was most sensitive. You craved to push your thumb against the slit, smooth out the slick there and make him squirm for real.

But unfortunately, you weren’t allowed to touch there, something about directly contaminating the stream and possibly ruining the batch.

Typically, you’d time the man, make sure you had the cup at the ready for when he was about to orgasm but here you were, on your knees and far too invested in the way Namjoon’s own knees would shake if you held down at the base slightly longer than usual.

His whimpers were light, breathless as they came out stuttered and one after another; an obvious indication that he was getting desperate and close and you felt like you weren’t finished in the slightest.

“Baby, gonna come, comin’” Namjoon so lovingly slurred, his head coming back up to look down at you with full blown out eyes, dark and soft simultaneously making your heart and stomach flip. His hand came down and you had to tear your eyes away from his own when he quirked his brow, gesturing to the cup he had been holding.

Clearly Namjoon had a better grip on the situation than you did and you weren’t sure how you felt about that just yet.

So you simply pushed it back into the dark recesses of your mind, taking the item into your own hand and holding it just at the tip, using your other hand to continue to jerk off the man in front of you. But Namjoon seemed to see the difficulty you had with the angle and having to keep a steady grip on the cup so he brought down his hand to help, wrapping over your own as you both slid up and down his cock, the sounds getting louder from both his skin and his own gaping maw.

Namjoon panted hard, whispering sweet nothings that were just much too sugary for you to handle—for fuck’s sake, you simply worked here. This was getting far too personal and you were afraid of how much the claws of Cupid himself had dug themselves into your back and heart, tearing them both at the same time Namjoon let out one final moan, a little too loud for the non-soundproofed clinic walls.

Despite the air conditioning hiked up for the sake of sanitary purposes, the air around you felt heated and stifling, your throat constricting around straight humidity as Namjoon released into the cup, filling it to the brim with his white, sticky come. Even with the two of you holding tightly onto the cup, and the aim Namjoon had with his cock in hand, it didn’t stop a drop or two from landing on your cheek, your face far too close for usual comfort as Namjoon came.

While he slumped back, coming down from his high, you had broken out of whatever delirious stupor you’d fallen victim to and finally began to do your damn job. You scrambled to your feet, not even cleaning the little bit of come on you as you slapped a top onto the cup and wrote down Namjoon’s information you’d taken from his chart on the clipboard you’d seen earlier.

The door shut with a loud metal clank, the cup secure behind its confines and you were afraid to turn on shaky legs and face the man you’d just gotten too intimate with, even in your job’s case.

“That was… not what I was expecting at all,” Namjoon spoke first, soft and breathless but still painstakingly loud in the otherwise pin-drop silent room.

“Right, well thank you for choosing our services and I—uh, I mean, we hope to see you again soon.” You could no longer hold onto your professionalism, the damn thing torn to shreds and the last shard slipped through your fingers the minute you decided to get down to seat yourself next to Namjoon’s well-endowed length.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t think I could’ve done it without you.” You couldn’t help but look up at Namjoon, no longer able to resist his charms even laden in his voice.

You were met with a dopey grin, clearly content with his release but also a little bit of something more interlaced somewhere in there. It stole your breath away and you’re sure that you wouldn’t be able to do your job half as well anymore because of the way Namjoon had so critically affected you.

With a nod, you tried to extract yourself from the situation as cold and clean-cut as possible.

Which was basically impossible with a guy like Namjoon around.

“Hey, uh, Y/N?” He pointed to a part of his cheek, making a swiping motion. “You got a little something on your face there.” He chuckled as you scrubbed at the spot and snatched your coat back, already halfway out the door.

“Oh, I had one more question!”

With much regret, you stepped back in and looked at the man seated smugly on the bed. The same man that just ten minutes prior was all curled up on himself with stuttering words and nervous hands.

“Do you guys do reservations? Because I’d like to book up your whole week, if that’s possible.” He smirked and you were about to turn heel and leave for the sake of your own sanity and dignity but you had a little bite left in you, and if Namjoon was true in his pursuits for you, well then he deserved to see the snarkier side of you.

“Sorry, I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to get it up that much in a week for that to happen. Thank you for your patronage… sir.”

You stepped out to a slack jawed Namjoon and he recomposed himself in time to shrug his jacket back on and cock his head, deeply surprised by his experience but in no way dissatisfied.

He saw that as a challenge and he was ready to take you up on it.

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A LIST OF SWAN QUEEN FAN FICTION

B/C I KNOW Y’ALL ARE TIRED OF LOOKING FOR SWANQUEEN FANFIC RECS ON TUMBLR SO HERES THE GOOD SHIT.

all of these are in english

if you have any recommendations or additions, please let me know!

some fanfictions that i originally planned to include on this list were deleted by their authors :( 

CLASSICS (favorites)

The Art Of Being Extraordinary - if you haven’t read this already, wyd? The ending will destroy you - be prepared to cry. 

Letters From War - another extremely well known fic among swen. a heart-wrenching and beautifully written AU fic. even if AUs aren’t your thing, seriously, give this one a try.

Emma is a soldier on reserve in Fort Benning. Regina is the Mayor of Storybrooke. Through a pen pal program designed to ease the ache of homesick soldiers, Emma and Regina begin sending letters to one another as their relationship grows from cordial acquaintance to something neither woman would have expected - until the letters stop coming.

A Trail Of Destruction - DEFINITELY a classic imo. this is one of my favorite fanfictions of all time.

A hostage situation in City Hall leaves behind a battered, broken sheriff, and a mayor wracked with guilt. Trigger warnings for violence and gun threats and general angst. Slow-burn swan queen.

Miles To Go - AU; emma and regina meet at a party and the rest is history. this ones pretty long (80 chapters), but so worth the read! angsty & lots of ‘sexy times’ 

Everyone has their own story, this one is theirs and it paints the picture of a love story that spans over two decades, with all the ups and downs and everything else in between. SwanQueen AU  

Of Love and Loathing - a lot of angry sex in the beginning, which eventually turns into lovey sex. another well known and well written fic - this author is one of my favorites. *reaaallyyy hot smut 

"I have been sleeping with someone," Regina began tentatively, an acute awareness that once she said the words out loud that the madness behind her highly unorthodox situation became all the more real, "whom I absolutely loathe." •Emma/Regina���

Meet me Halfway - one of the first swan queen fan fictions i ever read! still a classic to this day. AU

Emma Swan works hard every night as a bartender, struggling to raise her son and save up enough to own her own bar. Regina Mills is an upper class New York photographer who wouldn't normally spare a second glance at people below her. When their paths cross, their lives adapt to each other, but how much are they willing to change?

Love Undefined - in the process of re-reading this one because of how much i love it. angsty as hell but such a beautiful story.

It’s been eight years since the last time Regina and Emma saw each other, eight years since Emma lost part of her happiness, her family, and everything fell apart. But she hasn’t forgotten those three years in New York, or any of what Regina had brought into her life. A late night phone call to Regina takes Emma back eleven years to when they met, saved each other from loneliness, and Emma started learning what it meant to live. She relives the moments that had changed her life for the better, and even the ones that had hurt.

Teacher’s Pet - KNOWN AS THE ONE TEACHER/STUDENT FANFIC THAT EVERYONE HAS READ. 

Emma Swan is starting her senior year. Her friends tell her about the Creative Writing teacher that she has on her schedule and how no one had passed her class with an A, not even her bookworm friend, Belle. What will she do? And who exactly is this 'bitchy Evil Queen' as they claim her to be? SwanQueen. Student/Teacher. M for language and future chapters.

Lost in Translation - i wasn’t sure about this before reading it but i LOVED it. the description pretty much sums it up.

AU. Regina is deaf. Emma is the only one who refuses to give her pity. In response, Regina is thrilled by this new challenge and the stand-offs commence, but over time she finds out there is more to the blonde woman than just a target to throw a stinging quip and pointed glare at.

Send Up a Signal - emma and regina are actresses and their fans ship them with each other. ;)

Emma Swan is catapulted into stardom, the newest lead actress on a sanitized show featuring modern fairytales. Regina Mills is a long-undermined star with a chip on her shoulder and a thousand reasons why she's invested. Naturally, they loathe each other on sight.Their characters' fanbases, however, have other ideas.

Reset - SO. GOOD. 95 chapters. if you’re looking for long fanfics, this is for you. 

Following the breaking of the curse everyone in Storybrooke is finding their happy ending, with one exception. Resigning herself to having lost Henry’s love and respect forever, Regina decides there is only one path available to her.

Take Me Home Tonight - AU!! lots of smut :) this is a newer one that i’ve seen around twitter and tumblr and i really enjoyed it! this one’s pretty short (14 chapters)

AU: Nineteen year old Emma Swan is a senior at the exclusive all girls boarding school, Foxhaven Academy. When her friends find out she's a virgin they send her to the city to find a guy to take her v-card. But Emma is more interested in a sexy older woman she meets in a bar. A SwanQueen story.

The Staircase - non-consensual sex in the first chapter, so please be aware of that; its not for eveyone. this story is very dark but has a happy ending i promise!

Regina could still smell her cologne and feel the cheap pleather pressing into her back. The brunette sucked in a breath. She was still lying on the floor at the staircase's base and she stared back up at it. Everything was different now. Changed. She felt broken by what had just happened, appalled and enraged, dirty. WARNING: NC17 for non-consensual sex. Dark. (But gets lighter.)

the trouble with emma - very very well known within the swan queen community. i’ll be honest, i never really got into the story but i can acknowledge that it is the most well-written fanfiction i have read to date. the author is truly talented. (the first in a series of fanfics)

Post ep 4x23, Emma becomes the Dark One and learns nothing is quite as it seems or as simple as black versus white. When Regina removes the curse no one in Storybrooke is prepared for the far reaching fallout which leaves none of their lives unaltered or untouched, least of all Regina's.

SMUT 

shadow haven  - the one smut fic everyone has read.

Emma Swan is a PR agent who is sent on a holiday by her boss. Regina Mills is the owner of a private island named Shadow Haven. There is more to Regina than initially meets the eye. This story dips heavily into the BDSM subculture. Swan Queen romance / BDSM story.

the wicked stepmother - the one kinky fic everyone has read- or attempted to. i couldn’t get through the whole thing but the first few chapters,,, holy hell.

When the Evil Queen catches baby Emma along with Snow White, she decides on a new revenge. In Storybrooke, Snow White will be allowed to raise her daughter... but on her eighteenth birthday, Regina will come for her. Emma might just enjoy that.

in control  - Regina had never been in the habit of relinquishing control, but when it came to Emma Swan, she was starting to find out that giving in had its benefits. - Established Swan Queen - One Shot. Rated M for language and content.

the collar - It will carry strong mature themes as well as a Mistress/Slave relationship but it is also a lot more than that. However, as a warning this story will celebrate the shades of grey of our favourite couple as they find their way to each other and will deal with darker elements of their characters. Emma's history differs a little from canon but will be covered by the story but there is no Henry and she is an adult in this fiction.

a little taste  - author of A Fine Line and Letters from War. 

Emma has been desperate to know what it's like to kiss the smirk off of Regina Mills, but when she finally gets the chance, it doesn't seem to be enough.

tempest - A storm ushers in an expected opportunity for Regina to finally rid herself of Emma Swan. She will posses the sheriff's heart and then crush it. But what happens when nothing goes as planned? Rated M for language and Swan Queen sexytimes.

come on be nice - Regina has decided that the quickest way to get rid of Emma Swan is to scare off the commitment phobic woman with a come-on. This, as with many of Regina's plans, does not go as, well, planned. Rated M for Swan Queen sex.

black lace - Emma and Henry find a way around the 'no visiting' rule involving binoculars and the walkie talkie. Emma's attention is fully on her son, she truly doesn't intend to watch Regina at all. At least until the mayor begins undressing in front of her window..

dirty words - Regina is plagued by thoughts of a certain blonde. Deciding she is in need of cathartic release, she writes a quick narrative in hopes of cleansing her system. However, by a happy accident, the story falls into the wrong hands. What will Emma do with this new and intriguing insight into the mayor's mind?

damn you, miss swan -  Emma visits the mayor one night with a bottle of wine to cheer her up. Anger issues and smeared lippy ensues. WARNING: Includes a non-explicit passing reference to rape. This is my first story. A/N Jan 2015: Way back when I wrote this, no one knew anyone's back stories, so I just made up stuff. Don't be upset for canon divergence if you read it now. It wasn't canon then.

mirror tricks - The Evil Queen has made her way to Storybrooke, but she only seems to be interested in one thing: Emma. When Regina realises this, her jealousy starts to get the better of her.

my enemy’s enemy - After her mother's death, Regina finds a terrible surprise hidden among the witch's belongings. Unfortunately, the only one able to cure her from the ailment is Emma...if she agrees. Strong language and mature themes. First stab at SwanQueen :)

ANGST

to remember her happy ending - "She doesn't even remember her family! How am I going to explain this to her when she hates me!" She was falling apart now. The way the women in the other room had just looked at her, with such disdain. That wasn't her wife. That was the Mayor, the Evil Queen maybe…but not her wife.

for endings are where we begin - Regina Mills is your average working mom - she spends long hours at her bakery, loves her son Henry with all that she is, and can touch dead things and bring them back to life.Emma Swan is an orphan, an ex-convict, and a bail bondsperson residing in Massachusetts. She is also currently dead.This is the story of how they meet.

the loudest silence - New to Chicago Emma, a professional cellist, is shocked to find that a beautiful deaf woman is her new president of the board. As their friendship grows Emma begins to wonder, what does it look like when a world of sound and a world of silence meet somewhere in the middle? SwanQueen AU

broken - 16 year Emma Swan is a preachers daughter on a tight leash, what happens when Regina Mills returns to town, dark, mysterious and dangerous? Will her father's expectations take over or will Emma follow her heart? Is Regina legit or is Emma cute little pawn? Will Emma be able to love Regina for who she is or will her dark past ruin it ALL! SwanQueen G!P Some BDSM

bring her home - Cora’s dead. Henry lives with the Charmings. Regina continues spiraling through grief and loss and hatred. Then Emma suddenly falls unconscious and Henry shows up at Regina's door because he needs her help to bring Emma back. Reluctantly, Regina embarks on a wild swan chase through Emma’s mind, a whirlwind of ‘roads‐less‐traveled’ and ‘what‐ifs’ and ‘might‐have‐beens’, in order to bring her home.

if the blazer fits - Emma decides to dress up like Regina for a Halloween party at The Rabbit Hole, a seemingly innocent decision that surprisingly leads to a relationship. The romance is openly feared by some and secretly despised by an unlikely source, who plots to end it.

a fine line - Upon Regina's banishment, the small town of Storybrooke becomes protected once again by an enchantment that prevents anyone from leaving or entering Storybrooke. Emma and Regina find themselves on the edge of the town, wishing for a way to the other side.

a pale imitation - Regina is furious with Emma after she brings back Marian, but since she can't take it out on her, Regina creates a mindless clone of Emma to hit instead. The clone doesn't stay mindless for long though, developing an obsession with Regina. Written for summer 2014 Swan Queen Big Bang. (TW for sexual assault/rape and graphic depictions of violence)

FLUFF

one fine mess - Regina's gut twisted with an agonizing pull and, for just a moment, she thought she might need to take up the same position as the woman crouched before her. "You're pregnant?" she whispered grimly. Emma's only response was to turn and retch into the toilet again. — Swan Queen, magic!pregnancy

coffee at midnight - (so good) Slow burn AU that starts with two women from different parts of the USA meeting on Twitter. Emma is an insomniac loner who is a Personal Trainer. Regina is a writer with a sleepless baby. Their lack of sleep and love for coffee soon brings them together and after that they find it hard to part. This is a fic where coffee is taking to mythical levels, despite it’s bad effect on people with insomnia and people with babies - showing that sometimes what you need and want isn’t always the thing that is wholesome and harmless. But also that denying yourself it will only lead to misery, something which Regina has to apply to other parts of her life.

all the single ladies - With the library in desperate need of renovation, Storybrooke prepares for a fundraising dinner and bachelorette auction. What mischief and romance can be found as a result? SwanQueen with some RedBeauty Rating has been raised to M - now including adult content.

TEACHER+STUDENT / EMPLOYEE+BOSS

teacher’s pet - see above (classics)

take me home tonight - see above (classics)

step into my office, baby  - This is what you get for doing the nice thing, Emma thinks. You do that whole Pay It Forward bullshit - you buy a lady some coffee and you pretend like it isn’t totally motivated by how she looks in a pencil skirt - and she goes and insults your business card and turns out to be your company’s new Executive Director. Real fucking cute.From now on, she is drinking tea.or, the one where they're in an office.

teaching miss mills  - Swan Queen Teacher AU: Emma is a gym teacher, who moves to Storybrooke Academy after becoming disenchanted with her job back in Boston. Regina Mills is the Head of English who Emma somehow seems to keep having run-ins with, despite the best of intentions. Along the way, Emma adjusts to small-town life, gets her teaching mojo back and grows closer to Regina. NOW COMPLETE

troubled teachers - COMPLETE! SwanQueen AU. Geography teacher Emma Swan starts a new life far from her troubled past and meets history teacher Regina Mills. But all is not as it seems when it comes to the composed, intelligent, and beautiful brunette. Family struggles and difficult relationships lead to a friendship and soon something more blossoms. Rated M for Ch 7, 18, 22, 24, 28, 29, 31, 35 and 38

not a virgin anymore - When college student Emma Swan wakes up one morning with no memory of what happened the night before she's very surprised she finds herself in professor Mills's bed. 

is that so, miss swan? - College student, Emma Swan, is confronted by her favorite professor and secret heart-throb, Dr. Regina Mills. What happens when Emma is forced to reveal her secrets? We shall see. AU. Slightly OOC at times. No magic. SwanQueen. Rated M for serious language and eventual sexy times between our two favorite ladies.

butterfly effect - in her final year of college, Emma finds she has more to account for than the extra credits she needs in order to graduate. Only... she doesn't expect it to come in the form of her newest instructor, Professor Regina Mills. Complete. AU Swan Queen

a sophisticated seduction - Emma's a college student, working as an intern at the Dazzle Magazine for a powerful woman she has never had the good fortune of meeting. But everything in her life is about to change when they finally meet. Especially when one falls so deeply in love with the other and the insecurities from a broken marriage comes to light. (Not Based on The Devil Wears Prada)

some other faves

down east decisions - Massachusetts State Police Capt. Emma Swan leaves her red-hot career to become the police chief of sleepy Storybrooke, Maine. She's hoping for a less-complicated, less-dangerous life, a desire that is dashed on both counts. AU. No magic. Crime drama and romance. Swan Queen is endgame.

that drunken night - Emma's wasted and accidentally calls Regina instead of her mom. And Regina isn't as loathe to talk to the blonde as she usually pretends. Did things change between them so radically while they were in Neverland? (No copyright infringement intended.)

chasing henry - SQ. Tired of the tricks and lies of both of his mothers, Henry follows the dwarves, Red and Granny when they use Tiny's magic beans to return themselves to their old land. Emma and Regina both chase after him, and they reluctantly travel together through the Enchanted Forest in order to find him and bring him back home safely.

so does this make us both the other woman? - Set after 3b in a peaceful Storybrooke where Regina is with Robin and Emma's fallen into a relationship with Hook. Shame about all that subtext that's rapidly threatening to become text.

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Stress Reliever

Summary: Negan catches you in a cat fight with one of his wives and decides to screw your uptight personality out of you (consensually, of course!). 

Warnings: Swearing, smut, sex, a little bit of alcohol

Note: Two things -- 1) I have begun tagging people in my fics! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future fics! 2) If there is anything any of you are really uncomfortable with me writing about, please let me know, anon or not! I will make sure not to cover those things!

Your uptight, stickler-for-rules, judgmental personality did not fade in the least after the world ended. In fact, those traits were merely enhanced by all the chaos. You didn’t get along with most people. Even after living at the sanctuary for four months, you did not find one person you even remotely liked. 

You hated the people you worked with; they were all morons. You hated the Saviors; they were mindless savages who followed Negan around like puppies. You hated Negan; he was a violent and arrogant asshole, although maybe deep down you could admit that he was good-looking. But most of all, you hated Negan’s wives. You always struggled to get along with other women, especially women who sat around on their ass all day and merely enjoyed “looking pretty”.

Unfortunately, you were forced to interact with his wives almost on a daily basis. You were in charge of doing their laundry and bringing it to their room. And every time you came into contact with them, there was always a verbal brawl. Between you calling them ditzy, lazy, and slutty, and them calling you a plain Jane, bland, and a bitch, there was never a dull moment when you interacted with them. 

One day things were especially bad. You had crossed a line and gotten physical with his blonde wife, Amber. You hated unnecessary violence but you were so tired of Amber’s particularly nasty mouth. Your anger came to a climax as the two of you pulled the other’s hair and scratched each other up. 

“You dumb bitch! You wrinkled my dress!”, Amber yelled, sparking the beginning of violent physical contact.

Amidst the cat fight, a deeper voice entered the room, but you were too wrapped up in trying to smash Amber’s head in to really take notice. 

“Fucking hell! That’s enough!” Negan roared. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back, holding you tightly against his chest. You growled and struggled in his arms, still determined to have it out with Amber. 

“She’s fucking started it! She’s crazy!” Amber shouted.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it right now. Go clean yourself the fuck up. I’m going to talk to Y/N about this.” he said sternly. 

He held you by the arm and brought you into his bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind him, before turning to face you. You swallowed hard and took a step back from him.

“Now I’ll admit, Darlin’, seein’ two sexy women fight is hot as hell, but I cannot have you beating up any of my wives. The last thing I need on my fuckin’ plate is a bunch of girl drama.” 

When you refused to look up at him, he placed the end of Lucille under your chin and pushed up, forcing you to look at him. 

You grew scared and spoke quickly. 

“Yes, you’re right. I’m really sorry, Negan. It won’t happen again.”

He looked at you for a moment and ran his tongue along his bottom lip.

“What’s got you so uptight, anyways, baby girl? Word around the sanctuary is that you’re a real pain in the ass.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief and anger. You knew that you didn’t get along with most people but a part of you never really considered that others talked behind your back.

“Um, I just-- I guess I just get annoyed with people easily. I always have, even before the outbreak.”

You may have been an uptight pain in the ass, but you never lacked in self awareness. 

Negan looked at you thoughtfully, his head slightly tilted to the side.

“Well, you know what, darlin’? It sounds to me like you need a shot of whiskey and a good ol’ fashioned dicking, hmm?”

His words knocked you off guard. 

“Pardon me?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, sweetheart. You’re hot as fucking hell but you’re uptight as shit. Let me help you fuckin’ relax a bit. Sex does wonders to the body and mind.” 

You turned bright red at his forwardness, being completely unfamiliar with a man coming on to you so aggressively. Most men who flirted with you in the past were off-put by your stiff personality, never really making it to the point of asking you for sex. 

You snap back into the present as Negan hands you a glass with what looked like a fraction of a shot of whiskey at most. You looked up at him confused, holding the near empty glass in your hand. He appeared to read your mind.

“You don’t seem like the type who drinks, sweetheart, so I only gave you a little bit. Just enough to take the fuckin’ edge off.” 

You smell the brown liquid and wrinkle your nose. The strong odor was not calming to you. Regardless, you take a little sip, thinking your day can’t really get any worse.”

Negan chuckled at your minuscule sip.

“You’re supposed to drink it all at once, hon.”

Hesitantly, you drink the rest. You were certain that the whiskey had almost immediate effects, as you already felt a buzz in your head. Having no tolerance to alcohol and not having eaten in several hours, your body absorbed it rapidly. 

Negan sat down on the edge of his bed and patted the empty space next to him. You looked at him sheepishly before walking over slowly to sit next to him. He puts his hand on your lower back and you flinch a bit.

“Relax, Darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

You ease the tenseness in your shoulders a bit and let out the breath you were holding. He carefully took your empty glass and placed it on the nearby table. It was the first time that you noticed how wonderful he smelled. Most people didn’t smell that great once the world ended due to lack of sanitation and whatnot. 

“You don’t make a whole lot of eye contact, do you, baby doll?”

It wasn’t that you couldn’t. You just found Negan to be intimidating, even when you were annoyed with his arrogance. But now that all seemed to fade into the background. The whiskey was working its way through your body and, despite feeling more relaxed, there was no denying that arousal was pooling between your legs with each stroke of his hand on your lower back. 

“Y/N?” he asked, trying to grab your attention. You look up at him and he chuckled a little.

“Don’t talk very much either, I see. Lost in your own fuckin’ world?”

You finally give him a response.

“A-a little.” 

You close your eyes as you try to get control on your breathing, trying to appear not too turned on.

He gently placed his thumb and index finger along your jawline and turned your face towards his. He placed a slightly opened-mouth kiss on your lips, causing much of the doubt and stubbornness to wash away from you. 

The sensation of the man’s tongue in your mouth was delicious and you only wanted more. You scooted closer to him and placed your leg over his, signaling that you wanted to straddle him but were too shy to move all the way onto his lap. 

He chucked darkly, seemingly knowing everything that went through your mind based on subtle movements of your body.

“Don’t be shy, baby doll”, he said as he grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way on to him. You let out a soft moan as he moves his way to your neck, gently biting and sucking at the skin. You reached up to where a bruise now etched in your skin, face sprinkled with a little concern.

“It’s alright. Now everyone will know that it was Negan who put you in such a good fuckin’ mood.” He winked at you. 

Feeling bolder this time, you press your lips against his and work your fingers into his hair while grinding against his hips. After a few minutes, he suddenly wraps his arm around your waist and flips you onto the bed, underneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist to receive the friction you so desperately needed. 

He reaches down and unzips your jeans, pulling them off along with your underwear. Suddenly shy again, you blush and try to close your legs. 

“No, no, baby girl. I’m gonna take real good fuckin’ care of you and you got nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to fuckin’ relax. You know why relaxing is important?”

“Why?” you ask, unsure of where he was headed.

“Because...” he says, and pushes a finger into your entrance, causing you to gasp.

“You can’t cum...”, he moves his finger slowly in and out of you, making you whimper.

“...if you aren’t relaxed. And I will make you cum.” 

His dirty talk only got you to the edge faster. You arch your back as he adds a second finger and curls them up inside you. You grab at the sheets and moan.

“Now that’s a fuckin’ sight I’d never thought I’d see from you, Darlin’!” he says with a smirk. 

You suddenly found yourself bold enough to ask him to take you doggy style.

“Negan?”, you say, out of breath.

“Yes, doll?”

“Can you take me from behind?”

“Well, will you look at that! She’s a freak between the sheets! Turn the fuck over, hon!”

You immediately obeyed and soon heard the clinking of his belt and the sound of him pulling his pants off, accompanied also by his leather jacket, red scarf, and t shirt. You looked over your shoulder and got a glimpse of his dick. He was large, and the sight of it made you even wetter.

“Come here, hon. Let me take your shirt off.”

He pulled it off you and threw it to the side, his hands trailing to your breasts as he kissed your shoulders, gently guiding you back on all fours.

He placed a hand on your hip and guided himself into your slick heat. 

“Fucking fuckity fuck fuck. You’re fucking tight!”

He fills you to the hilt and slowly begins to move out of you slowly, only to thrust back into you with more force. You moan at the sensation. He grabs your hair and begins to move faster, until reaching a maximum speed.

“I’ll fuckin’ screw the nerves out of you. I’ll leave you in nothing more than a panting, sweaty mess, and I won’t stop until you forget your own fucking name!” he growls harshly and relentlessly plows into you.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his dick reaches places you were never able to on your own. You were completely at his mercy, and you loved it. You loved finally breaking through all the barriers that you built around yourself until you were nothing more than Negan’s panting, sweaty mess. For once, you gave up all your obligations, responsibilities, and worries.

“Oh God, Negan, you’re gonna make me cum!”, you mewl, feeling the coil in your stomach wind to a maximum tightness. 

“Fuckin’ cum for me, baby doll! I want to feel that pussy tighten around dick!”

With that, you plunged into a wonderful kind of blackness, your body convulsing and only silence leaving your agape mouth. He continues to ride you through your orgasm as his own builds up quickly. With great control, he pulls out of you and jerks himself off, painting your back in white, letting out a deep growl. 

He collapsed next to you, wiping your sweaty forehead with his hand, the two of you laughing at the realization that it wasn’t very helpful, considering that he had his own sweat running along his own hands too. 

“You can use my shower if you want, hon. I should probably take one, too.”

The two of you end up sharing the shower, sharing soft kisses and gentle caresses amongst the warm water. 

The next day, you walked around the sanctuary completely calm, no longer yelling at your peers. You were even nice to Amber when you handed over her clean laundry. She raised a suspicious eyebrow at you, noticing your calm and relaxed persona, paired with the giant hickey on your neck.

“Who gave you that?” she asked.

"Your husband”, you say without missing a beat, a smirk plastered over your face as you walk out of the room.

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