please put the hood back up

Beard Burn

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve likes to grow his beard out between missions, and you think its sexy.  He wants to know why you think so, then he gets turned on. (it’s just smut)

A/N: inspired by the goddamn soft!bearded!steve board.  y’all….just let me live. also i need to learn how to title things.  i called it fucking “beard burn.” @ myself come on…

Warnings: oral sex (fr), language

Words: 2148

Tags: @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @jimtkirkisabitch 

Part Two

(this gif made me wet tbh)

Steve glances up over his book at the sound of you entering the room.  He smiles.  “Hey, doll.”

You stop dead.  “You have got to be kidding me,” you mutter, taking him in.  He’s lounging back on the bed in nothing but a pair of low riding sweats. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was still growing out his beard.  And—God help you—he was wearing glasses.

“Goddamn it, Steve.”

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#3 I am flirting with you

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word count: 11,277

Warnings: Blow jobs, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk

Requested: Yes

A/N: Fun fact! This is my first time writing smut so my apologies if this totally sucks. I also want to say i’m sorry that I didn’t upload a story on Saturday. I had Halloween parties all weekend and honestly I was just avoiding the smut. But, now i’m back and all is well. So yea,

Hope you enjoy :-)

The monitor illuminated his face with a faint blue light. The blinking cursor was almost taunting him. Calum watching the line flash on his screen with his tired eyes. He sat back in his squeaky office chair and stared up at the dim fluorescent lights. Calum decided the ceiling tiles weren’t much more interesting that the computer screen. He spun around in his chair taking in his cramped cubicle. He dreaded these four small walls. He had tried his best to personalize his area with pictures, posters, even a silly object here and there but it underneath it still remained dull and gray. The sound of typing keys filled the office, which Calum usually blocked out, was now deafening. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to keep his sanity. A glance at the clock in the bottom of his desktop showed him that there was only one hour left. He could make it. Calum decided a little conversation might prevent him from going crazy. He stood up leaned over the small wall that separated him and his friend, Michael.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Calum inquired.

“Uh, not much,” Michael replied, glancing at Calum then right back to his desktop with his nose nearing touching the screen.

“What are you even doing?” Calum pondered, leaning over to glance at Michael’s computer.

“Check this out,” Michael turned the monitor toward his friend “It’s the new secretary, Blair. Damn, I’d like to take her out sometime, and by take her out I mean-”

Calum held his hand up to stop Michael from continuing his sentence. “Yea, I know what you mean.” He chuckled lightly. “She not really my type though.”

Michael looked at him astonishingly. “Not your type? Cal, since when is any girl not your type?”

Calum shrugged “I don’t know man, I’m just not into her like that”. Just as he said this Y/N, his boss, left her office and headed to the break room.

Michael followed his gaze towards the woman “Oh, I get it. You’ve got a thing for the boss!” he exclaimed

Calum quickly shushed Michael so that no one would over hear. “Dude shut up, I don’t. I just think shes really hot.”

“I mean you’re not wrong. I saw her in that tight skirt today and I swear, she’s not wearing any underwear” Michael winked

“I bet I can find out” Calum said cockily.

“No way” Michael said, turning his head back to his screen.

“Yes way, fifty bucks says i’ll even find out what color it is” He challenged.

Michael looked at him skeptically “How are you planning on doing that, exactly?”

Calum laughed “that’s for me to know and you to find out” then Calum grabbed some papers of his desk and walked out of his small working space.He walked towards Y/N’s office, beaming with confidence.

He knocked on her door and waited a few moments before a stunning Y/N appeared before him. Michael was right, her skirt was tight and from Calum’s height he could see perfectly down her white button up shirt. Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Mr. Hood, do you need something?” Y/N asked, slightly impatient.

“Yes ma’am, I just wanted to give you this week’s report files” He said as he gestured towards the papers.

“Oh, yes, right. You can just put those on my desk please.” Y/N stood back and opened the door wider so that he could come into her office.

Calum walked in, placed the papers on Y/N’s desk, then turned around and leaned against it so that he was now facing her “Y/N, I think we both know why i’m here”

Y/N looked confused at him “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean”

He sighed and pushed off of the wooden surface and began to walk towards her. Once he was right in front of her he reached behind her, shutting and locking the door. “I know you want me.”

Y/N looked at Calum as if he had two heads “excuse me, this is highly inappropriate”

He smirked “The way I think about you is highly inappropriate” he said as he reached around her waist and pull her so close that their chests were touching.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the tall man “Are flirting with me right now, Mr. Hood?”

“Maybe I am flirting with you, what are you gonna do about it?”

When Y/N did nothing, Calum grabbed the back of her head, bringing their lips together in a passionate yet messy kiss.

The two pulled away, both breathing heavily. Y/N’s eyes were wide with shock but also lust.

She always found Calum attractive but she knew that she could never act upon her feelings. If Calum and Y/N were to ever initiate a relationship or else they both would be immediately terminated and she really couldn’t afford that. She was after all the head of her division.

Calum couldn’t help himself at this point. His member was already beginning to harden in his trousers due to their close proximity and the effect her lips had on him. “You make me so hot Y/N. God, I need you now”

She bit her lip, pondering whether the risk was worth the reward. “Mr. Hood, I don’t think this is a good idea” she said trying to keep things professional.

“Y/N” Calum spoke while rubbing circles in her back “I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention. I know you want me as much as I want you. Don’t lie to yourself. Come on, I can treat you right”

That was all she needed. She closed the space between their lips. Calum heard her moan into the kiss and it drove him crazy. She drove him crazy.

He lightly pulled her with him to her desk. When they reached the wooden surface. Calum turned around swiped his hand across the top of the desk pushing all the materials onto the carpeted floor. He spun back to face Y/N, grabbing her waist and placed her onto the desk before returning back to the kiss. “Mr. Hood!” she exclaimed in anger “that stuff is expensive”

“No offense but, I honestly don’t give a fuck” Calum moved his lips to the corner of her mouth and began to trail kisses down to her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. He bit her skin softly then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. When he heard her moan he felt his manhood twitch. Calum grabbed Y/N’s backside to pull her closer so he could grind into her clothed core. She gripped the back of his previously unwrinkled shirt so tight her knuckles were white.

He slipped his cool hands under her blouse making her shiver under his touch. She removed her hands from his back, ripping off his tie and making quick work of his shirt buttons. Once she had finished the task she hastily pushed the material off of his his shoulders. She then hopped off of her desk and started leaving kisses on Calum’s neck, leading down to the waistband of his pants. Y/N undid his belt and pulled down his slacks just enough enough to see him fully.

She licked her lips at the sight of him. Y/N took Calum’s girth in her hand and began to pump him slowly to tease him.

“Come on, Y/N” Calum groaned in frustration.

“Good things come to those who wait” she replied as she kissed the tip of his cock before she began to suck his head, teasing him a bit.

Calum moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapped around him “but the best things come to those who go and get them” he grunted. He tangled his finger in her hair and pushed all of himself into her mouth, causing her to choke slightly.

Y/N tried her best to suppress her gag reflex and steady her breathing. She began to bob her head as his member repeatedly hit the back of her throat, making her eyes tear up.

Suddenly, Calum pulled her off of him and roughly stood her up. He held a tight grip on her jaw as he brought their mouths together momentarily in a clash of teeth and tongues, before spinning her around and bending her over her own desk. He pulled up Y/N’s short pencil skirt to expose her barely there, pale pink, lace panties.

“Goddamn” Calum mumbled under his breath. He kneaded her ass with his large palms, squeezing the flesh which was beginning to redden. Y/N moaned softly when Calum trailed his hands from her ass to her moist core. He pushed the lace aside and and swiped his finger across her slit, collecting her juices onto the tips of his fingers. Y/N moaned at the feeling.

“You like that, princess?” he asks as he slid the thin fabric down her legs and casually shoved them into his pants pocket. He slowly pushed his digits into her glistening hole which made more soft moans leave her lips.

“You’re so tight baby. Can’t wait to fill you up with my hard cock” Calum spoke. He pumped himself a few times before pushing inside of her before beginning to move at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Calum, faster please” Y/N groaned.

“That’s Mr. Hood to you, sweetheart” with that he started pounding into her brutally. He gripped her hips so tight there would surely be bruises. Y/N moaned loudly but Calum quickly slapped his hand over her open mouth.

Calum leaned in, close to her face “Gotta be quiet princess. We wouldn’t anyone to hear, now would we?” he whispered into her ear.

Y/N shook her head, hardly able to comprehend what he was saying due to the movements of his hips. He removed his hand from her mouth and returned it to her hips. She whimpered softly and biting her lip, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He then pulled her up so her back was against his chest. He could now feel her glistening skin slide alongside his own. Calum wrapped one arm around her waist and the other playing with her nipples as he rammed into her mercilessly.

Y/N could now feel a knot in her stomach starting to form as Calum repeatedly her g-spot. Her hands soon found Calum’s and she gripped on as if she would float away.

Calum could feel Y/N tightening around him and knew she was close. He reached down and rubbed fast and sloppy circles onto her clit.

“I-I’m close” Y/N whimpered and leaned her head onto calum’s chest.

“I know, let go baby” Calum whispered to her.

With that que she felt the tightness in her gut finally snap. Her vision went white. Calum watched as her eyes fluttered and her mouth fell into a perfect ‘O’ shape.

Calum thrusted into her a few more times before releasing himself. The two milked their highs for as long as possible.

He pulled out of Y/N, which awoke her from her blissful state. She cleared her throat and started to pick up her clothes.

The tall, tan man chuckled at the woman. “Someone’s in a hurry”

Y/N looked at him astonishingly “Calum, what we did was wrong. Because of this slip up, we could lose our jobs. More importantly, I could lose my job!” She exclaimed as she smoothed her wrinkled top.

Calum rolled his eyes but still had a smirk planted on his face. He also picked up his clothes and began dressing himself. Once done, he walked towards the door. Before he twisted the knob he turned around to face Y/N who was busying herself by organizing her desk, which he had rudely ruined in the heat of the moment.

“Oh by the way” Y/N popped her head up to look at the talking man “nice ass” Calum chuckled before exiting the office.

He strode back to his small dull cubicle and sat down in his squeaky office chair. When he sat though he felt something in his pocket. Then he remembered.

“Hey, Michael” Calum said as he leaned onto the wall that separated the two work spaces.

“What” Michael replied as he looked up from his paperwork.

“Pink” Calum simply said.

When Michael gave him a confused look Calum threw the balled up lace panties from his fist, right onto his friend face.

Realization hit Michael as he groaned and pulled out his wallet.

Soaked for Science

I went to the March for Science this weekend, and since I went armed with @eclecticmuses‘ wonderful FitzSimmons commission for me, I couldn’t resist writing a flufflet about the two of them actually marching. All signs mentioned were ones I saw. (Also, a brief exchange was inspired by one I had with @ifwehadamonkey later that day!) 
Rated G, in a canon-divergent s4 where everyone’s happy, healthy & in reality. ;-)

“Four hours.”

Jemma groaned, droplets flying off the sleeve of her sunflower-patterned raincoat as she whacked him on the shoulder. “Ugh, Fitz –”

“We’ve been standing in the rain for four hours.”

A burst of static crackled over the sound system as speakers changed places on the stage.

“And so has everyone else,” she pointed out, hopping slightly onto her tiptoes to glimpse something at the side of the crowd. Fitz reached out instinctively to hover one hand over her lower back, ready to catch her should she slip on the sopping wet grass.

“I can barely remember what it was like to be dry –”

“Oh, for –”

“I’ve never seen fingers wrinkle because of rain –”

Clapping her hands together, Jemma let out a little noise of excitement and grabbed onto his arm, interrupting his good-natured complaining. “Fitz, look!” He followed where she was pointing, blinking as rain dripped into his eyes. “Not all superheroes wear capes,” she said, reading the sign that she’d spotted within the crowd, “most wear lab coats!”

“Daisy’d agree with that,” he said with a grin. “I don’t think any superheroes wear capes. Too impractical.”

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William Nylander - Part 1

Again, beginnings can be a little boring and long. Next post is much more action packed and exciting! I’m excited to begin this next story and hope you all enjoy it as well! 

               “Are you done looking for the fairest of them all, Rian?” I say snidely to my sister, watching her stare at herself in the mirror.

               She throws a filthy look my way though she has no comeback. Her brain doesn’t work that fast.

               “You two ready?” We hear a shout from downstairs.

               “Coming!” I call back, giving Rian one last smirk before slinking out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

               “Hey, babe,” Nathan grins up at me, all green eyes and white teeth.

               “Rian’s coming, probably another forty-two years and she’ll be skipping down the stairs,” I tell him, reaching to bottom of the stairs. Leaning up and pecking him on the cheek before he has the chance to turn his head and kiss somewhere else.

               “That’s not much of a hello,” he raises an eyebrow at me.

               “You know me.” I say pulling on my jacket. “Never been one for hellos and goodbyes.” I wink at him and turn to the stairs once more. “Rian! You have thirty seconds to get your ass in the car!” I swing open the front door and hold out my hand, gesturing for Nathan to go ahead of me into the chilly Toronto air.

               I step out after him and we trudge through the snow to his waiting car, already warm from the drive over here. Settling down into the front passenger seat I look over my shoulder at the boy already waiting.

               “How’s it going, Jake?” I grin at him.

               “Same as always, Y/N. Taking the backseat for the sake of my best friend’s ego,” he winks at me as Nathan opens his own door and climbs into the driver’s seat.

               I roll my eyes and turn in time to see Rian sprinting down the front steps to the car. Her perfect blonde curls slightly losing their shape with the wet snow falling, but I don’t dare tell her that. When she scrambles into the backseat and Jake greets her, I don’t have to look at her to know her face its beat red.

               “Hey, Jake,” her voice sounds so small when she replies to him and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Nathan and I exchange a smirk as he puts the car into gear and glides us away to the ACC.

               “Usual seats?” Nathan asks me after a few minutes of casual conversation.

               “Nope.” I say, smiling out the window.

               “No? Where then?”

               “You’ll see,” I grin at him and exchange a secret smile with Rian.

               “You two are the worst,” Nathan mutters and I see his fingers twitch on the console between us. Discreetly as possible, I take my hand from where it was resting close to his and fold them in my lap. Any time he can, Nathan finds an excuse to hold my hand and while I don’t mind most of the time, my baby sister is currently in the backseat with Nathan’s best friend.

               “Really not going to tell me?” Nathan asks again, trying to put on his puppy dog eyes and I quickly look out the window again.


               “What if Jake asks?”

               “You wanna know, Jake?” I ask, not looking back.

               “I would love to,” he replies.

               “Rian, tell Jake.”

               I can hear them shift in their seats, putting their heads together.

               “What! Come on! That’s not fair!” Nathan exclaims, looking over his shoulder in the backseat before scowling at me. “Literally the worst.”

               Pleased with myself, I settle down into my seat and stare out the window contently for the rest of the ride, tuning out Nathan’s occasional complaint and the bickering I can’t make out from the backseat.

               Once Nathan is able to find an open parking spot, we pull our hoods up against the wicked wind and make our way into the crowd slowly milling into the arena. Nathan repeatedly bumps against my shoulder and I wince in annoyance each time. I slow my pace slightly and am able to maneuver Jake between us, only a little guilt forming in my stomach.

               I produce the four tickets when we get inside, holding my thumb over the seat section when Nathan tries to look over my shoulder.

               “You’ll see soon enough,” I say before he even opens his mouth. Holding out the tickets to the man behind the gate before Nathan can snatch them out of my hands. I step through the gate with the other three following along after me. We blend into the sea of blue and white of jerseys and shirts and hats though the occasional orange jersey breaks through the crowd.

               Rian and I lead the way down towards ice level, Jake and then Nathan following along. We reach the glass and turn right, walking to the very end of the row and taking our seats right next to the home team’s bench.

               I plop down onto the end seat, and rest my elbow on the railing between the Leafs bench and my spot.  

               “Good enough for you?” I ask him and he just stares at me in awe. “Happy Birthday!” I exclaim just as I start to hear shouting from the tunnel just behind me.

               Nathan stands there gawking as players begin flying past us out onto the ice. The sound of their skates digging into the ice makes goosebumps erupt all over my body. I look away from Nathan and out across the ice surface proudly. I may not consider myself his girlfriend but goddamn I would be a good one.

               Eventually Nathan drops down to his seat with the assistance of Jake. The three people to my left stare at each player as they zoom by while my attention filters down to the white and orange jerseys on the other end, indifferent to the blue ones in front of me.

               After the shock wears off, Nathan and Jake make their way back to the concourse to get themselves a few beers.

               “I’m starving, you want anything?” Rian asks me, standing to follow after the boys.

               “Just bring me one of whatever you get,” I say, smiling at her. “Thanks.”

               She nods and moves to walk away but pauses, turning back to me slowly. “I think you made Nathan really happy tonight, Y/N. You may be a horrible sister, but you’re a great girlfriend.” She winks and flashes me a smile before running up the stairs to catch up to the boys.

               I stare after her, my mouth slightly open as I try to find words even though she’s already gone.

               “But he’s not my boyfriend,” I finally whisper and turn back to the ice, though my gaze is unfocused. Does everyone think we are together? I don’t think we are. Why does Rian? Does Jake think the same thing? Does the lady staring at me two rows back also think so? No, probably not. I flinch as a puck hits the glass directly in front of me and I’m too late focusing in to notice who it was and why their pass was so horrible.

               I sigh and try to push all thoughts of boyfriends and green eyed boys out of my mind. I stretch out in my seat, resting my foot on the small lip beneath the glass and watch the players in front of me. My eyes follow various numbers and names across the ice. There’s Marner. Oh look he’s doing his weird stretch thing next to Matthews. And there’s Bozak hitting the glass where his son is standing.

I don’t flinch this time when another puck hits the glass in front of me and my eyes zero in on a small cluster of guys near the blue line near the opposite boards. None of them are looking at me but I see a few smiles. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back to the warm up drill they are currently working through.

I’m able to watch in peace for only a few minutes before my gaze is interrupted by a pair of the bluest eyes I have ever seen. My breath catches in my throat as our eye contact extends past a few seconds as he skates by slowly, stretching his stick above his head. A slow smile forms on William Nylander’s face as he finally passes me and I blink several times though my eyes continue to follow him.

“The shortest line was for hotdogs,” Rian says beside me and I nearly fall out of my seat. “Jesus Y/N! You just scared the shit out of me!” Rian snaps as my sudden movement made her nearly fumble the stack of hot dogs in her arms.

“Sorry! Here,” I reach out and take the two large drinks out of the nook of her arm.

“What were you staring at?” Rian asks taking her seat and spilling the pile of wrapped hotdogs onto her lap.

“Oh nothing, just got absorbed into the action,” I say, picking a hotdog from the pile and unwrapping it.

“Sure or you were absorbed into the godliness that is William Nylander,” Rian snorts, taking a huge bite of her hotdog as I gape at her.

“How could you have possibly noticed that? Weren’t you trying not to break your neck while walking down the stairs?” I ask.

“I said your name about three times before you snapped out of it,” Rian says through a mouthful and I wrinkle my nose at her. “Plus I could feel the tension halfway up the stairs.”

“Oh shut up,” I mumble, taking a bite of my own hotdog and pointedly staring down towards where the Flames were warming up.

“The boys were still in line when I was on my way back. You should see the smile on Nathan’s face. And Jake’s for that matter.”

“Now that you bring up Jake…” I say suggestively, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Just shut up now.” Rian doesn’t even bother looking at me, but I can see the pink rising up her neck to her cheeks.

“Rian and Jacob sitti- OW!” I squeal as Rian pinches me under the arm which somehow makes me kick my leg out hard into the boards in front of me. I gasp in pain while Rian erupts into a fit of giggles as I massage some life back into my toes through my boots. “I hate when you do that!”

Rian is too overcome with laughter to answer me and I scowl across the ice in full pout mode. I hear laughter from the bench area beside me and when I glance over I immediately regret it. Nylander is standing with a Gatorade bottle in his hand and a smile on his face, his eyes on me. I quickly drop his gaze and return my attention to my foot that is still throbbing.

“Shut up,” I mumble when Rian nudges me in the arm. She opens her mouth to say something but I’m saved by the arrival of Nathan and Jake.

They take their seats and another punch of guilt hits me as Nathan sits on the other side of Rian, giving me a disappointed look. I try to ignore it and look anywhere but him, deciding instead to watch Andersen go through his pregame routine.

Nathan and Jake engage in their usual pregame conversations, going over statistics and predictions. I can’t help but steal glances at Nathan and the smile that never seems to leave his face. He catches my eye a few times and I give him a soft smile, though I’m quick to look away. No need to fuel the fire. He’s been one of my best friends since I was in high school and only recently has the relationship gone to another level, one I’m not too sure about yet.

The game starts without any more awkward eye contact, which I strategically planned despite the nudges from Rian every time she noticed someone staring in our direction. A downside to the seat choice I hadn’t thought about. The atmosphere comes to life as the Leafs take an early 2-0 lead over the Flames. Rian and I clap but we don’t jump out of our seats like the two idiots sitting beside us. We giggle at them each time, making jokes at them that they occasionally take a little offense to.

By the end of the first period Nathan and Jake have both successfully had two beers a piece and soon go on the hunt for more while Rian and I watch the intermission activity.

“How’s your toe?” Rian asks me sweetly after a few minutes and ignore her.

“Why did you call me Nathan’s girlfriend?” I ask instead, frowning at the glass in front of me.

“I thought you were, are you not?” Rian asks confused, and I can see her looking at me from the corner of my eye.

“Definitely not,” I say. “And I hope he doesn’t either.”

“But I thought you two had feelings for each other. And I see you holding hands sometimes, him kissing your cheek, the hugging…”

“Okay, I get it. That would look a little like dating.” I interrupt much to her amusement. “I do love Nathan, I just don’t think I want him like that. And now I feel like I let it go on too far.”

Rian is quiet a moment, a first for her. “Well then I take back my earlier statement. You’re not a good girlfriend, you’re a good friend.” She taps my hand once as the team again comes shuffling out of the tunnel beside me. I turn my attention from Rian to the game again, trying and failing to focus. Only when the goal horn sounds for a Toronto goal to I snap to attention and clap, having no idea who even scored.

Thankfully, I don’t have to look very far because he is already skating to the bench for the celebration and I’m not quick enough to look away. Those pretty blue eyes meet mine again, a huge smile crinkling them at the corners and I feel myself smiling as well, though I know it’s just because of the goal. When play resumes I still struggle to pay attention, my mind is whirling about too much. I’m overly aware of the boy sitting two seats down from and overly aware of the bench on the other side of me.

I prepare myself to get up after the next whistle, needing to get away from the bright lights of the arena, a slow throb already forming in my head when I hear it.

Anonymous said: Preferences request: getting caught by parents doing the dirtyyy , getting caught by one of his/her friends

there were two other prompts with this one but I’m gonna do those separately  😊

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Stolen - FE Heroes Fanfic (Kiran/Alfonse)

I got to thinking about Kiran and Alfonse being from separate worlds, and then this came about. Basically, I thought about what would happen if Kiran went back to his regular world and then couldn’t return to Askr. 

Normally I post anything longer than 1,000 words on AO3 (and this is 1200 words) - let me know if you want me to put it up there, as well. Please excuse any typos - I haven’t been good at catching them in my own writing lately. 

Kiran’s hand runs along Alfonse’s forehead, sweeping his blue hair across. The prince’s head is a comfortable weight against his thighs. From beneath his hood, Kiran studies the blue eyelashes pressed against pale skin. Alfonse is looking a little more gaunt than he did the last time. His forehead is cool beneath the hair, and for an instant fear grips Kiran’s chest tight in a familiar ache. How much time is left? Kiran forces a smile, even though Alfonse isn’t looking at him, and shifts the hair back across the other way.

Kiran glances down the couch, taking in the sight, committing it to memory. Their hands are twined together on Alfonse’s chest, which rises and falls, cool through the fabric. Alfonse is wearing a loose cotton shirt and pants borrowed from Kiran’s closet. It looks strange, but yet completely normal. If Kiran wanted to pretend, he could imagine that Alfonse will wear this all the time. He’s already grown more familiar with the un-protective garments. 

Through the windows one can hear the sounds of children playing in the street below, if one wants to. Kiran doesn’t want to. He ignores the low drone of the airplane in the sky and the shouts and squeals. Instead he listens to Alfonse’s breathing as if it’s the most important sound in the world, and tries to determine if he’s asleep, or still awake. 

Just as Kiran thinks the prince is on the edge of sleep, the cell phone beside him vibrates. It buzzes through Kiran’s body, fracturing what little pieces remain of his heart into a single, all-encompassing question. 

Always the question, when the alarm goes off - how much time is left? 

Alfonse stirs as Kiran reaches out and slaps the alarm into silence. The prince blinks and focuses, and then slides up onto his elbows, a soft, secret smile darting across his mouth. 

Kiran feels his cheeks heat up at the expression - he still can’t get used to seeing that look directed at him. The prince rises up into the cowl of his hood and presses a soft, cool kiss to his mouth, and Kiran’s blush deepens. His fingers go to the gold-dipped hairs near Alfonse’s jaw, and he melts into Alfonse’s mouth like there will never be enough time for them. 

It wasn’t always like this between them, but Kiran can’t place the exact moment he realized he was in love with him, and that the prince’s feelings were reciprocal. It just became reality, just as that fateful day Kiran had been in the middle of his math class, listening to his professor drone on about theorems and the existence of an imaginary number, and between one drowsy blink and the next he found himself tossed into a new world, familiar and yet completely foreign. 

“Were you watching me sleep?” Alfonse asks in that gentle voice that is only for Kiran. His hand snakes up into the cloak, cold fingers running along Kiran’s warm neck, eliciting a shiver. 

“Were you sleeping?" 

"No, just enjoying the cuddling." 

Kiran makes a face and gestures like he’s going to shove him off the couch. He could never actually do it, but Alfonse laughs anyway, and sits up. He slides against Kiran, bicep to bicep, hip to hip, hand to hand. Alfonse never talks about the events in Askr, since Kiran left, but Kiran can see the signs in his tired body.

Alfonse’s eyes go dark, hooded as he tries to disguise the pain from Kiran. "It’s nearly time,” he whispers. 

Kiran’s fingers go to the strings which will pull the hood closed around him. It’s so selfish, but he can’t keep the word from escaping from his lips. “No.”

They get nine hours from the moment Alfonse appears. Nine hours and a few precious minutes. It hurts Alfonse less if he goes right away, when the alarm goes off. But as much as Kiran hates to see him in pain, he’s desperate for a few more minutes. Especially this time. 

Alfonse takes hold of his hand and presses it to his chest. Through the shirt he feels Alfonse’s heart beating, slower and slower, and yet the seconds seem to be ticking away within the ribcage, faster and faster. 

“This is yours,” Alfonse says, in that old-fashioned way that is completely genuine. Nobody says it like that in the “real world”, but Kiran loves it. 

He pulls Alfonse to him, and the hood shifts off his head and flops to his shoulders. Kiran presses their chests together, hooking his chin over Alfonse’s shoulder and hanging onto him. How much time is left? he thinks, and then dashes the words from his mind. “You should go,” he says instead, strangled. 

“If I could stay, I would,” Alfonse says, cool cheek pressed against Kiran’s. “You know I’m working on a way, back in Askr." 

The country name sends a fresh wave of cold through both of them. It is Alfonse’s attachment to that country that draws him from Kiran, the cursed link between the prince’s blood and his homeland. Even the fact that Alfonse’s heart belongs to Kiran cannot keep him here, nor can it return Kiran to Askr. 

Kiran swallows, and Alfonse’s arms are tight around him, one finger digging into his spine, but he doesn’t mind. "Come back to me,” he says, like always. 

“I will.”

They sit in silence, and then Alfonse lets out a little pained noise, shoulders curving inward protectively as if struck by a savage blow. Kiran knows what that looks like. He’s seen Alfonse take mortal wounds again and again. 

Kiran pulls back, and stares right into those blue, narrowed eyes. “You should go,” he says, even though his heart is breaking. “Go, and take Br… Briedablik with you.” His voice cracks. 

Alfonse shakes his head vehemently. They both know why he’s sent back here, again and again. The summoning weapon sits on the table beside the couch, glowing faintly. It doesn’t belong here - but it calls Alfonse to him, for nine hours at a time. 

“I love you,” Alfonse says, though his eyes are narrowed. 

“I love you,” Kiran echoes. And he does. He knows what Breidablik’s absence is doing to Askr, what it is doing to Alfonse. Breidablik belongs in Askr - like Kiran’s heart. The weapon will turn the tide against Embla. 

Alfonse leans in, and their lips touch. 

Their last kiss, although Alfonse doesn’t know it. 

“I’m ready,” he whispers against Kiran’s mouth. Then Alfonse stands, always graceful despite the pain. 

Kiran draws in a deep breath, bracing for what he’s about to do. His eyes feel puffy and hot but he won’t let tears blur the view. He takes in Alfonse, those bright, loving eyes, and presses this vision into his memory. 

With trembling fingers he picks up Breidablik. He caresses the weapon, steadying his heart, and then looks once more at Alfonse. 

“Goodbye, Alfonse,” Kiran says. “Please don’t hate me.” Then quick as a lightning spell, he reaches out to take Alfonse’s hand. He presses Breidablik into Alfonse’s dry palm and curls the prince’s fingers around the grip. 

“Kiran–!” Alfonse shouts, trying to withdraw. 

Kiran has the upper hand, the element of surprise. He turns Breidablik toward the prince’s chest and pulls the trigger. 

The last thing he sees before Alfonse and Breidablik disappear is the anguish in Alfonse’s eyes. 

His legs tremble, and he falls to the floor, all his strength leaving him in a rush. Alfonse will prosper, and take back his kingdom from Embla. 

It’s what Kiran should have done ages ago. It’s the right thing. 

He only had to sacrifice his heart to do it. 

Rule of Thumb

Requested: no

TW: abo, alpha dean, dubcon issues, use of alcohol, weed, sex, knotting, breeding kink, depression, body issues

Summary: Dean Winchester is satisfied in his life as a mechanic at the family shop, but that doesn’t mean Mary Winchester is happy her 37 year old alpha son is unmated. So she does what any mother would do, she medles. They’re used to the blind dates and hook ups until an omega shows up in town, an omega who has a rule of thumb not to trust alphas. 

Originally posted by dreamweightjensenacklesontopofme

It was raining heavily in the middle of the night. Mary Winchester didn’t mind, it was good for her plants, after all April showers did bring May flowers. The sound of the rain wasn’t what woke her up, it was the emergency phone for Winchester Automotive. She rolled over, smacking John across the face for him to get up and answer the phone. 

John grumbled, but answered the phone, his expression and tone softening when he heard the fear in the voice of the girl calling. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll be right out with a tow truck. Just wait in your car.” 

Mary got up to make a pot of coffee and call Dean to meet up with John at the shop. John kept a tow truck in the back field of the family farm for cases like this. He started the engine and drove to the Gas in Sip just off the interstate. 

He scanned the lot, quickly spotting the red Mustang. Pulling up beside the car, he got out, cautiously walking toward the driver’s side. His nose flared slightly as a gentle, omega scent filled his nostrils. No wonder she was so scared on the phone. John softened his expression and smiled as she got out timidly. 

Lavender. She smelt like lavender. “I’m John, we spoke on the phone.” 

“Y/N.” Her reply was soft. She had a slight edge and he couldn’t deny the sharp inhale she made when she smelt him. 

To Y/N, all alphas were the same. They built you up with promises they wouldn’t keep and would throw you out the minute you became an inconvenience. She gave him a quick once over, relaxing slightly at the gold band on his finger. At least he wouldn’t hurt her. 

“Well Y/N, you go on and get in the truck and out of the rain. We’ll go back to the shop and see what is what and then go from there.” 

His alpha tone was stern yet comforting. She knew not to think twice and did as he said. John Winchester seemed to know what was best, and right now that meant keeping her safe. 

On the other side of town, Dean Winchester thankfully had an excuse to leave the horrendous date he was on. The girl was sweet, really, but he was allergic to cats and he got the impression her’s were a top priority.  He paid for her drinks and grabbed his keys, going to open up the shop.  Winchester Automotive had a policy, a set of morals really, that they should be available 24/7, and he didn’t mind. Saving people kind of was in the job description. 

Dean opened up the shop, turning on the lights and getting the bay open and ready. They probably couldn’t fix it tonight, but he would try. He eased back into the front desk, propping his feet up on the desk. Seger, the shop guard dog, happily trotted over to lay his head in Dean’s lap. 

He hadn’t had his eyes closed long when the door bell went off. His green eyes fluttered open at the same time his nostrils twitched. A wave of calm crashed over him at the scent filling the shop. Dean looked up, a slow smile spreading across his face at the sight of his father and the small little omega beside him. 

“That’s my son, Dean. He doesn’t always sleep on the job.” John winked at Dean before going back into the bay. “She’s got a beautiful car, but I think the engine is shot.” 

Dean was still trying to recover from the high feeling of the unmated omega In front of him. “Oh?” 

Y/N didn’t know why she was blushing. This Dean guy was an alpha, a no go, but damn his black t shirt was incredibly tight. And his green eyes reflected the ceiling lights and gave the illusion of a twinkle. “Yeah” she finally sighed moving away from the strong scent of whiskey. “My baby just died on me, I mean I know she was having some trouble but, she just died.” 

Dean stood up, earning a whine from Seger. He walked over to join your side watching John under the hood. Seger whined and followed after a Dean, tilting his head slightly. He nudged at the back of Y/N’s legs. “Sorry.” Dean quickly apologized going to pull the German Shepard away from the girl, but she shook her head. 

“Hey there buddy.” Y/N momentarily forgot about the overpowering scent of alpha. She got down on her knees, becoming eye level with the dog. “You’re a good boy aren’t ya?” The cooing was too much for Dean to handle. 

“His name is Seger.” 

Y/N’s eyes sparkled slightly, looking up at Dean. “Nice taste.” 

John kept his smile to himself and put the hood back down. “I’ve got good news and bad news.” He wiped his hands on a towel and leaned against a tool bench. 

“Bad news first please.” It was hard for Y/N to distract herself from the dog, but she managed to pull it together. 

“Your engine is shot.” John said simply. For Dean, the strange feeling of happiness at the news was concerning. 

“Where’s the good? I’m a broke, college dropout.” And there was the cynicism. The thoughts were starting to creep in, all the ways these two alphas could ruin her. They would take her car, she was going to be in so much debt she would have no life meaning. 

The two Winchesters exchanged a soft glance. There was a story behind you, no one really just drifts through Kansas for kicks. “There is good darling. We can get the part in tomorrow and have you out of here by the end of the week.” 

Y/N awkwardly shifted her legs as she mulled it over. She wasn’t going anywhere specifically, that wouldn’t be an issue. Money was the issue. Her savings was running short and there was no chance in hell of her asking her parents for help. Running a hand through her slightly greasy hair, she bit her lip. “Do you guys take credit cards?” 

John opened his mouth to answer simply, but Dean was getting anxious. There was a pretty girl with a nice car who loved his dog standing right beside him. “As a matter of fact we do.” His charming personality made it difficult to resist smiling. He stretched his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, noticing a slight agitation but no protest. “And for pretty girls in mustangs we’ll just charge you for the part.” 

If John wanted to give him hell he could, but right now Dean just wanted the pretty girl who smelled like lavender to be smiling. And she did. “I, that’s not fair of you. I’ve already dragged you out of bed at” she glanced up to the clock on the wall “1:35 in the middle of the night. I can’t ask you for that.” 

John shook his head. “You didn’t. We offered.” Alphas and chivalry was not a cocktail Y/N knew well. 

“What’s that thing Sammy does?” Dean clicked his fingers in thought. “Quid pro quo?” 

Y/N squeaked out a sigh, the last bit of youthful innocence that remained in her urged her to hug them, but she could only muster up a relaxed shoulder shrug. “Thank you.” 

Dean gave her shoulder a squeeze, reminding her of his presence there. “Mom up?” His eyes scanned John’s face. “We can lock up and take her home.” A flirtatious grin stretched across his face. “Unless you want to come to my place.” 

Y/N tried not to give into the charm and instead focused in on the trunk of her car. “The cops don’t have to get involved do they?” 

The two alphas shook their heads, suspicion running through them. “No, why?”

“Um, I, no reason.” An embarrassing laugh echoed through the shop. 

“Damn aren’t you sketchy?” Dean laughed.

John rolled his eyes and went to go lock up. “Seger’ll keep a watch out for your baby. Mind if we ride with you Dean, I assume you want to stay the night.”

Dean nodded leading Y/N out toward a “67 Chevy Impala?” His eye brows quirked up in admiration. 

“You have your baby, I have mine.” 

The cozy feeling from earlier was slowly fading. Fear took control again as she realized she was going to be left alone in a car with not one, but two alphas. Y/N fell silent, and remained silent until they arrived at a charming farmhouse with the front lights on. 

They were met at the door by a gentle looking blonde who reached out and pulled Y/N into the house. “How do you take your coffee?” The house smelled…homey. Mrs. Winchester, at least that’s who Y/N assumed she was, had a faint scent of sugar and caused Y/N to relax ever so slightly. An omega was a comfort. 

“I’m fine, thank you though Mrs. Winchester.” Y/N didn’t keep much from her parents, but she kept her manners. 

Mary shook her head, giving Y/N a pat on the arm, “nonsense. You’re still damp from the rain, go on into the living room and I’ll bring you something to eat.” Her smile was so achingly maternal Y/N had to fight the fondness. She was going to be in for a long night. 

Did You Say... He? | 04

Member: Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, humor, implied smut, Roommate!Tae

Word Count: 1,862

A/N: I soaked off my acrylics because I couldn’t stand not being able to write for you guys. But now I’m all good, and I’m writing this one a bit longer to make up for how shitty the last one was. AND Y’ALL SHOULD SEND IN MORE REQUESTS BECAUSE I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING THAT YOU GUYS WANT T~T please…

      “… And we need more milk, and your candy, and some- Tae, where’d you go?!” Looking around, your friend had already wandered off to the other parts of the store. “Goddamn it Taehyung…” Jimin had left to get a few things he needed, so you were stuck with the duty of finding the lost puppy alone. Pushing your cart with a heavy sigh, you started walking down all the isles. Where would this boy be… A sudden jump on your back had you swinging around, bringing a knee to the accuser’s crotch. A low groan came from the man, your eyes locking on the mop of brown hair. “Shit, Tae?! Fuck, get up, get your ass up!!!” Trying to tug him up by the collar of his shirt, a breathy moan came from his lips. hOLY FUCK, WHY IS HE MOANING??? WHY??? NO??? THAT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN??? “Tae, get up!”

      “Fuck, sweetheart… God, shit, ugh, you have a good leg…” A blush was bright on your cheeks, helping him up and sheepishly smiling to the people around you. His hand slithered its way around your waist, kissing your temple. “Oh my god… Okay, I’ll remind myself to never give you backhugs. Goddamn.” His low laugh floated in the air, taking hold of the cart and walking along with you. “Now, we’re gonna go get some candy, and then we’ll get everything else. Are you okay?” Looking back up to him at his words, you realized you were zoning out because of a few factors. You kneed him in the dick. You heard him moan, and shit, it was fucking hot. Then he got up, kissed your temple, held your waist, and walked around with you like a couple. That’s totally normal, right?

      “Huh? Oh, yeah, um, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You tried to give him a smile, but a quick peck to your lips had your eyes widening to saucers. “Wha-” Taehyung’s grin grew, an adorable giggle falling from his lips. His hand ruffled your hair, as he pushed the cart further. 

      Once you heard your name, you snapped out of your daydream and looked back up at Tae, who had his eyebrow quirked into a perfect arch. “Did you even hear me? Are you okay?” Fuck, I IMAGINED THAT?! GOD FUCKIN-

      “Yeah, yeah, um, I’m good. C’mon, let’s go.” Tugging on his sleeve, you trudged your way through all on the isles. Fucking imagination, ruining my dreams… “Get all the stuff you want, I’ll leave it up to you.” A boxy smile adorned his face, as he walks along you and throws some stuff into the cart. Upon seeing how gloomy you were suddenly looking, his grin faded to that of a frown. He couldn’t stand to see you like this. And he couldn’t stand the fact that you didn’t know. So, coming up behind you again, he hoisted you up onto his shoulders, laughing at the way you grasped his head. “Tae! What are you doing?! You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

      You were sure this wasn’t your imagination, and you tried to scramble your way off of his shoulders. But, his huge hands had a tight grip on your thighs, keeping you there. Falling backwards, you sighed as you dangled off him, your hair sweeping the floor. “Tae, if you drop me, you’re paying for my medical bills.”

      Another laugh bubbled from his throat, and he pulled you back up to a sitting position. “You looked sad, I hate seeing you like that. It makes me sad. But anyways, I think we have everything we need. I’ll pay.” he pushed the cart up to the registers, laughing and thanking people when they commented on how you two were the, “cutest couple they’ve ever seen”. The only thing you could do in response to that was to bury your head into the crook of his neck, getting “awww”ed even more. You weren’t against the idea of dating him, at all. I mean, really, who would be? After helping him carry everything out to the car, you put the car into shift.

      But, not before Jimin jumped onto the hood of the car and scared the living shit out of you.

      You jumped up as fast as humanly possible, banging your head threateningly hard against the roof of the car, your head slamming back down. Your movements stilled as darkness started to engulf your sight, black dots growing bigger and bigger. 

      Until it was all black.

      Quiet, gentle callings of your names woke you up, which then turned into hoarse, desperate please for you to wake up.

      “wHOA, whoa whoa whoa, what’s up? Tae? What’s wrong? Oh god, Tae, don’t cry, please don’t cry, it’s okay, I’m okay. Don’t worry.” You took his head in his hands, clutching it to your chest was pounding, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Everything was spinning, the bright lights blinding, but you focused on the few tears slipping from his eyes and rolling down his flushed cheeks.

      The door busted open, a teary eyed Jimin coming. “Oh god. (Y/N). I-I’m so sorry, I was just gon-”

      Your laugh stopped him mid sentence, looking up at him. “Jimin, miss me with that bullshit. It’s okay, and I swear, if you try to apologize, you will trade places with me. Now, come on, I’m not staying in a death house thing any longer.” Jumping up, you ripped off the IV drip and headed to change in the bathroom.

      Also not knowing that the two boys got a clear view of your ass in the hospital gown.

      After signing out with two unusually quiet boys, you headed back out to the car. “Why are you two so silent all of a sudden?” Turing to look at them, you noticed how they both immediately looked back down to their feet. 

      Jimin was the first to speak up, scuffing his feet on the floor in a shy way. “Well… We-”

      “We saw your ass.”


      “WELL AT LEAST I TOLD HER!!!” You were doubled over laughing, gripping the edge of the car. 

      “C-c’mon, let’s just get Jimin back to his apartment.” You weren’t allowed to drive, so you laid down on the blanket bed Tae had made for you, and watched the glaring fest the two at the front had. Once Tae had pulled into Jimin’s lot, he murmured a quiet “bye”, before speeding back to the dorms. You laughed as you saw how white his knuckles had turned from his grip, resting a hand on his shoulder so that they’d go back to normal.

      “Tae, calm downnnn. It’s okay baby boy.” You laughed and thought nothing of the little name you had called him, not noticing the bright blush on his cheeks. “Let’s go, we’re back.” You opened up the car door and slammed it shut, opening his as well and tugging him out. “So I was thinking we just binge watch whatever the hell you want tonight, and I’ll get popcorn duty. Sound good?” A simple nod was all you got from him, so you smiled and unlocked the door. As soon as you shut it, your body slammed back onto it, being met with the lust filled eyes of Taehyung. “T-Tae, what are you-”

      “I don’t think you’ll be calling be ‘baby boy’ for a long ass time after tonight.”

      And that definitely wasn’t a part of your imagination.

      The morning sun had shown through the windows, lines of light flooding into the small room. A quiet moan left Taehyung’s mouth, his back arching with cracks echoing through the air. “Babe?” His voice was husky, even lower than normally. “Are you awake yet?”

      A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over into his chest, as you quietly sighed. “What time is it…?”

      “Oh fuck. U-um, it’s… One?” This caused your eyes to shoot open, looking straight at him.

      “IT’S ONE?! OH MY GOD, WE’RE LATE!!!” You threw the covers off of you, standing up from your makeshift couch. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck… Where are all my shirts?” Rummaging around, Taehyung propped himself up on his elbows, a smirk tugging at his lips.

      “I don’t know about you, but I’m staying here. You can join me if you want~” You stopped in your steps, looking back up at him before ripping your shorts and shirt back off. His low laugh danced around you, the sound brightening up the room even more. Plopping back down next to him, you handed him the remote, tracing light circles on his chest. 

      You two stayed lounging around all day, slow and loving kisses being shared, tickle fights turning into make out sessions. The day was calm and quiet, something that you wished you could have every day. But, maybe in the future, add a few mini Taes running around, and your life would be complete. You were never into the idea of finding the right person and having kids - you were a more, “I’m gonna find a place, own some giant dogs and a million cats” type of gal. Now, running off to some warm, beach side house in California with Tae sounds like the perfect dream, having a couple of kids to grow up with the waves. It was your dream.

      You had both stayed up throughout the day, keeping each other company and snacking on bowls of ramen. You two had been reading a book to each other, going back and forth, before a loud bang at the door stopped you both.

      “Who is it…?”



      You jumped up, throwing on one of Tae’s shirts. You cracked the door open, looking up at him. “What’s up?”

      “I was wondering if you two…” His sentence ran off as he peeked through the crack at your body, lightly covered by Tae’s shirt that only went just below your pantie line. “Are you wearing his shirt…?” You felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, looking up to see Tae glaring at Jimin. Once again.

      “Yes, she is. And no, we’re fine staying here tonight. Now, anything else? No? Okay, bye Jimin.” He shut the door with a sigh, and looked down at you. “Baby… What’s wrong?”

      You found out that he had already known about the incident that happened between you and his friend previously, so you knew he didn’t mean that. “I mean… I don’t even know. I just don’t want you two being torn apart because of me, that’s all.” His lips pressed against yours as he grinned, his eyes fluttering back open to look at you once he broke away. 

      “We’ve always had this frenemies thing going on, I’d have a crush, he’d take her from me. So don’t worry, you don’t know how happy I am right now.” You both laughed, his hands sliding down to the bottom of the shirt draped over your torso.

      You both may or may not have ended up skipping the next day too.

Don’t let the past effect our future- Josh Dun

Josh’s P.O.V.

God she was beautiful. Her smile could light up a dark room, her laugh could cheer up anyone, and the way she passionately loved life made me love her even more. If that was possible. From the first day I met her, she was stuck in my mind. When she said yes to go on a date with me I saw her in my future. She was perfect. There was never a day I didn’t think about her. In the past 2 years that we had been dating she came with me on every tour and moved into my apartment with me. I loved waking up next to her every morning and I loved being able to spend everyday with her. I trusted her with everything and she trusted me. Our relationship was as perfect as it could be. She made me a better person and she completed my heart.

Today I was going to bring her to the park for a picnic. Little did she know I was going to propose to her. I woke up that morning with her in my arms. I watched her sleep so peacefully (not in a creepy way). Once her eyes started to open I kissed her forehead.

“Good morning love.”

“Morning.” she said her voice heavy with sleep. “Do you have any plans today?”

“Well I was planning on bringing this beautiful girl on a nice date to the park.”

“Well you two have fun.” she said giggling. Her giggle was adorable.

I got out of bed and made my way to the shower. The whole time I was thinking about what I was going to say when I proposed to her. I practiced a few things with Tyler but I didn’t want to sound rehearsed.

Around noon I called Tyler feeling like my nerves were gonna take over my body.

“Hey dude. Today is the day.”

“I know. I’m getting really nervous, what if she says no?”

“Your kidding right? Josh, Y/N is madly in love with you, she told Jenna that. Plus you’re head over heals for her. Don’t worry just talk to her like it’s any ordinary day.”

“Thanks Ty. I’ll call you later with what happens.”

“Good luck, go get yourself a dime piece wife like I have.”

I ended the call and headed into the bedroom where Y/N was getting dressed.

She wore a simple white top and a pair of black shorts. I started at her for too long and she caught me. God I loved he body. All her flaws made her prefect.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare or are we gonna get going?”

“Right sorry. I could help but stare you’re gorgeous.”

“Well thank you. You’re not too bad yourself Dun.” she said as she grabbed my hand and we made our way out the door.

I put everything in the car and opened the passenger seat door for her.

“I’ll be right back I forgot my phone.”

I lied and ran back into the house to grab the small black velvet box that held the ring.

Jenna helped me pick out the perfect ring for her. It was simple but I knew that’s what she wanted.

She was a shy and laid back person and this ring would complement her personality perfectly.

Once arriving at the park I took her hand and carried everything in my other hand.

“Josh I can carry stuff if you want me to.”

“No, today I’m treating you like the princess you are.”

“You treat me that way everyday.” she said with a smile.

We took the spot under the tree by the pond. It was the same spot I took her on our first date. It was perfectly shaded for a hot summer day like today and it was away from all the chaos of kids on the playground.

I placed the blanket on the ground and we sat down together.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah. What did you bring?”

“I made your favorite sandwich.” I said as I pulled 2 sandwiches out of the bag.

“Thank you. You’re the best at making these.”

We sat and ate and talked about her job and the tour that was coming up.

Once we were both done she cuddled into my side and I held her close.

“I’ll be right back, I forgot something.”

I got up and made my way back to the car to get the ring.

I was only gone for about five minutes but what I was about to go back to I never expected.

Y/N P.O.V.

Josh had brought me on a picnic date. It was perfect just like him. He was such a great boyfriend and I loved him to pieces. I had since the day we first met. Something was just so different yet special about him.

“I’ll be right back, I forgot something.” Josh stood and started to walk back to the car. That’s when I noticed a familiar looking man sitting on a bench near by.

When Josh was out of sight the man stood and came over to me.

“Let’s go.” he said. It was my ex from 3 years ago.

“Alex, what the hell are you doing here. Leave now.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. It started to bring back all the bad memories of his abuse.

“Stop it.” I said as he pulled me up to my feet.

He covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my scream and pulled me in the opposite direction the Josh just went.

“Listen up Y/N. You can’t love anyone else than me. We’re meant to be together. Leave him and come with me.” He said with a tight grip on your arm as you reached his car. You heard Josh calling you name from a far.

His grip on your arm disappeared as he put both his arms on either side of your head and kissed you. You tried to get out of his hold but he slapped you.

“Don’t be such a bitch.” you could smell the alcohol on his breath and it brought back a memory of him pushing you to the ground in an alleyway and him kicking you until you couldn’t struggle anymore.

“JOSH HELP!” you screamed on the top of your lungs and Alex pushed you to the ground, pulling your hair so your face would meet his.

“You fucking bitch. You shouldn’t have done that. Get in the car” you just glared up at him. “NOW.” His voice raising made you jump. You stumbled to your feet as you saw Josh running towards you. Alex didn’t see Josh but he had that grip on your arm again as he pushed you into the car. You sat there shaking as Alex went in front of the car to get to the driver’s side. Josh came up behind him and punched him to the ground. You quickly got out of the car still shaking walking over to where the 2 boys were on the ground, Josh on top of Alex punching his face.

“Josh stop. Let’s leave now. I wanna go home. Please.” Josh stood up and pulled you into his chest hugging you. He put his arm around your shoulder and turned to Alex who was sitting on the hood of his car holding his jaw in pain.

“Think you saved her huh? Don’t worry I’ll win her back. She loves me still. She loves how I use to hit her and I made her cry. She’s different than she use to be because of me. I made her this way and I love it.” Josh and you were already walking away towards his car as Alex spoke.

Josh turned around and let go of you. “You fucking bastard come near her ever again and I’ll fucking kill you. Got it?” Josh was in Alex’s face screaming. You never saw this sit of Josh and it kind of scared you, but it scare Alex even more.

“Thank you Josh. You’re always there when I need you the most, I love you.” You said as Josh made his way to the driver’s seat of his car. He turned himself in the seat so he was looking right at you. He held your hand and kissed your knuckles. Your shaking finally dying down.

“Who was that? What did he mean he changed you?” That’s when you realized Josh never knew about Alex. When you met Josh you had just broken up with Alex. you didn’t want to remember all the years of abuse he put you through so you never bothered to tell Josh.

“He was my boyfriend before I met you. We dated for 3 years and he wasn’t a good person.”

You stared down at you lap that held both your and Josh’s hands.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just know I love you.”

“No it’s time you know. I kept this secret way too long and I trust you.”

He squeezed your hand as a reinsurance to keep telling your story.

“It was all fine at first but then he started to drink more and more. When we moved in together he would beat me almost daily. I thought he loved me and I was so scared so I stayed. He would do awful things to me like push me down stairs and leave me there or one time I walked on him and another girl in our bed. For some reason I just kept staying because he said he would change, when really I was the one changing. Josh I’ve not always been this shy person. I use to be outgoing and loud, but he would hurt me if I ever embarrassed him so I became a shy, scared, laid back person.”

“Y/N why did you not tell me this before?”

“I was scared you would leave thinking I was a broken person.”

“No. You’re one of the strongest people I know. I love you, and I love who you are, god I love everything about you. I saw how you were shaking. I never want to see anyone hurt you like that again. Y/N I know this probably isn’t how you wanted this to happen but,” Josh reached into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. “Will you marry me?”

You nodded your head as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Of course Josh. I love you.”

The drive back home was filled with laughter and happiness. You really did love Josh and you were happy he was there for you when you needed him.


Request from anon: “ i see u want requests , so mine would be reader is dying to save dean , sam and John 

A/N: i have no idea how to write sad deady things aT ALL but here u go, i’ve had this request for ages n i started writing it in like april but here it is now !

Word Count: 755

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Love your FFXV familyau, I was wondering if you could write, the pregnancy announcements? Like what was Nocts reaction and what was Gladio's? :3

(Idk why the keep reading button won’t show up on mobile 😣😣😣😣 sorry if you can’t read it all.)

Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️ 

I am glad you like it! I figured I would answer this ask with a few little ficlets (if 1000 words a peice mean ficlet lmao)  

!!Warning this will contain some stuff about vomit!!

Soooo I hope you enjoy!

Prompto and Noctis

“Please tell me we are close…please…” Prompto whined from the back seat. It was decided three hours ago where he puked in a shopping bag than he could no longer have the front seat. So Noct and Ignis were in the front seat and Gladio and Prompto were in the back.

“Can you put the top back up Iggy? The air conditioning would do better than this hot ass wind right now.” Gladio complained, wiping the sweat from his brow. “It’s hotter than Ifrit’s ass crack right now.”

“Enough with the vivid descriptions of the heat Gladio. We all know we can’t have the hood up because it still smells like vomit in here. I can deal with many smells but ice cream vomit is not one of them. We will just have to deal with the heat until we can get to Lestallum and I can thoroughly scrub the passenger seat.”

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry…I tried to warn you guys it was coming…”

“Yelling pull over doesn’t equate to ‘I am going to vomit in the king’s car in fifteen seconds.” Ignis pointed out, pushing his glasses up on his face.

“Dude, you have been puking since we left this morning. You should have some sort of warning by now.” Gladio commented.

“He’s the one that wanted ice cream in the first place! He whined for like twenty minutes while you guys were at the diner getting coffee.” Noctis said, turning around to look at the sickly blonde. “Nocctttt I really want some ice cream pleaseeeeee. I won’t puke I promise. I really really want one of those fudge popsicles.”  Noct said, mocking Prompto’s whiny voice.

Prompto pouted and rested his head back against the seat, his hand on his belly. “I really wanted ice cream okay…Ugh….this sucks so bad…my back hurts and shit…and then I’m puking every hour.” he said, covering his mouth.

“Are you going to throw up again?” Gladio said, scooting away this time before he blew chunks.

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Requested by @we-make-these-memories-for- hey there :) can I get a Callen x reader with the prompts 7,9,10,12 & 18? Thanks in advance!
Prompts – 7 – ‘But why? Why would you love me?’
                  9 – ‘You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.’
                 10 – ‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.’
                 12 – ‘You belong to me.’
                 18 – ‘Do you remember the first time we met?’

Word Count – 873

Characters – Callen x Reader

‘You belong to me.’
The voice repeatedly said, getting closer with every corner you turned. Every step, he got closer. You kept on running until you came to a back end and you turned, seeing the figure in the shadow. You watched as he moved slowly, teasingly towards you.
‘Please don’t.’ you pleaded, but he just laughed and continued. You fell to the ground, bringing your knees up to your chest.
‘Y/N!’ You heard and you tried to look up but he was leaning over you now. You screamed as you felt hands on you.

‘Y/N. It’s me wake up.’ The man said shaking you.
You awoke with a start, your breathing erratic. You looked around the room, moving as you felt arms around you. You stopped when your head was pressed against their chest.
‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.’ You heard Callen say and you calmed down listening to his heart. Taking deep breaths and calming down.
‘You’re okay. You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.’ He said as he stroked your back and smoothed your hair down. You sat up away from his chest and ran your hands through your hair, keeping all the strands away from your face.
‘Are you okay?’ He asked, with a hand gently on your knee.
‘I’m better.’ You replied. He nodded before getting up and going to the bathroom to fill the glass with water.
‘That’s good, I love you.’ He said as he handed the water and placed a kiss to your forehead.
‘But why?’ You asked him, he looked confused.
‘Why would you love me?’ You asked and he looked down, smirking slightly.
‘Because your perfect.
‘G, I’m broken. I am far from perfect.’ You said as you finished the water and set the glass down.
‘You’re not broken.’
‘G…’ you trailed off as he rubbed his hand speaking back up.
‘Your perfect to me. Do you remember the first time we met?’ He asked you and you smiled slightly, nodding. Remembering the day clearly.

It was a case you been working on for a while now, you were determined to capture him since he killed your partner. You had been following Andrew Murphy and had found his hide out. You looked around and noticed a Camaro that had been following you. You got out the car and walked over to it, chapping on the window.
‘Hi, can I help you?’ Deeks asked.
‘Yes, sir. You see my car has broken down and I don’t know anything about it.’ You said leaning over the car.
‘How bout I come and help you?’ He asked and you looked at him.
‘Really? That be so kind.’ You said sweetly. He leant to the side to unbuckle his seatbelt, but this opened up his handcuffs. You grabbed them and chained him to the door handle. You smirked and he looked shocked at you. You walked around to the other side and opened the door.
‘Sorry.’ You said to him as you put the windows up and took the keys shutting the engine off. You closed the door and locked the car.
You left him in the car and went back to your car waiting for the other Agent to come out. When you saw him, you flagged him down. You waved your hand’s and caught his attention.
‘Excuse me could you help me please?’ You asked and he nodded seeing that you were in ‘distress’.
‘What’s the problem?’ He asked politely.
‘It’s not starting.’ You said with a fake pout. He nodded and checked the car out.
‘Could you pop the hood please?’ He said and you nodded. Leaning in the car and popping the hood for him. You followed him around to the front, you watched as he placed his hand’s at either side of the bonnet.
‘Nothing seems to be wrong.’ He said and you took the limited time to cuff him to the car. He looked up as you connected him to the engine.
‘Sorry, but he’s mine.’ You said and made your way into the warehouse.
You walked out of the warehouse fifteen minutes later, with two men handcuffed. You walked over to the agent that was tied in your car.
‘You can take him.’ You said handing him Tom Cole.
‘I need him too.’ He said pointing to Andrew Murphy. You shook your head.
‘Sorry no can do.’ You said calmly.
‘Your intervening in a Naval case.’ He said as you reached into your pocket and got the keys for his partner and handed them to him.
‘There for him and FBI is higher than Naval, plus he killed my partner. I get him.’ You said as you pushed Murphy into the car. You got into it and drove off.

‘Yeah, you weren’t too happy.’ You said smiling, recalling the memory.
‘I was okay, just shocked but I still think Deeks holds you for that.’ Callen said and you chuckled.
‘Probably.’ You replied and lay back down as Callen took his spot beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and brung you close to him. His nose was pressed against the base of your neck, pressing small kiss at random times until you both feel asleep.

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cutie5780  asked:

Hi! Back again for the the drabble contest could i request 42. And 19. It's okay if you don't get to it 😉😊

Title: The White Hoodie

Of course I’ll get to it! I’d love to write this up for you, hun! ( @cutie5780 @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries @velocifoxy ) I just wanted to write up something shorter than a full fic, just a little fluff drabble with no real plot or reason.

From the drabble challenge, #19: “You’re Satan.” & #42: “Stop being so cute.”

AO3 link here.

Pairing: Prinxiety fluff!

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anonymous asked:

Is there any chance you can take up this prompt?: Dick did something that had him accidentally switching bodies with Tim. Imagine his surprise when he finds himself in Tim's body. Tim who he has not talk to in ages and Tim who is now Dick, but in some dangerous situation that makes him wonder what Tim has been up to. Poor Tim would not be happy with the situation he finds himself in, because of Dick. Sorry for my babbling. Can you PLEASE take up this prompt. You always do it best. Thank you!!!

Hey babe. Merry Christmas and whatnot, yeah?


He sucks in a breath like he’s dying.

And the brain is still in fight mode, adapt to your surroundings, assess, place the dangers, find the shadows, palm the tech, and motherfucking move.

He’s a Red Robin that’s had a seriously bad stint of year; one that’s weary down to the bone. One that is scrawny and scrappy, more raw and ruthless than he ever was wearing the R. Sometimes you have to evolve to deal with things like Lex Luthor, dick bag aliens, and terrorist organizations bent on any assortment of world domination.

Magic users suck ass too.

Case in point:

Twenty-eight seconds ago he was in the middle of a fight in downtown Los Angeles against a magic-user; right now, he’s in Gotham. Really, he’d know the Wallstone anywhere.

“N, what the fuck was that?”

The Red Hood is literally Right. Fucking. There.

Shit,” he snarls out, already kicking into yet another type of fight mode, but—

The voice.

The body difference.

One look at his hand and—finger stripes


“Dick?” Is Hood’s voice coming out low even with the synths, “what is it?”

Red (or N) holds up both hands in the universal I’m not that dangerous, don’t kick my ass kind of way, but he can already see Hood going for his sidearm, just, you know, very fucking familiar.

“Magic users are dick bags,” is the first thing he comes up with, and it just sounds wrong in N’s deeper baritone. “Don’t shoot me, Hood.”

“…fuck, Replacement?

“I’d say good to see you, but well, I’ve already stated the obvious.”

“Hn. Dick bags, yeah?”

Oh yeah,” he takes a second to feel around for where N kept his cell now since the damn suit is just a second skin really because some people had no shame

The iPhone is literally such an antiquated piece of shit that he almost drops it, just ick.

Before he gets the thing unlocked, “Addicted to You” cuts through the dark Gotham night, permeating soft lamp light.

Of anything he could have expected (shot, stabbed, a dance-off, a game of banter-fight, whatever really), the Red Hood to hold up a just a minute finger while bringing the cell up to the side of the helmet, is not one of the scenarios.

“Uh-hu,” Hood nods.

He subtly checks the Nightwing suit for weapons, grapple, pellets, well, something so he doesn’t get stabbed on top of everything else.

“Aw, Dickie, I’m hurt. Like I’d shoot the lil’ fucker er something.”

Red stays wisely silent, pellets palmed. You know, for just in case. Extra grapple line is still in the back of the waist, just like when they used to—

Hood is making a hurry it along, asshole hand and finally holds the thing out (and is an Android of relative control thank God), “here y’are.”

“Red Robin,” sounds stupid in N’s deeper baritone.

“The Titans say hi!” N yells enthusiastically, and his voice sounds so off with Dick Grayson behind it (and it takes effort to swallow down the bitter regrets, righteous anger, and old hurts anytime he has a break between catastrophes to wonder where it all went so wrong—)

“The fight?” And his (N’s) throat clicks slightly.

“Uh, well—I only got here half-way through and all, Baby Bird—“

Don’t fucking call me that.

“He got away.”

“Magic users. Am I right?” And his voice sounds too amused, too smug, and he just wants to punch himself in the face right about now, but there are plans in the works for what he could realistically do to Dick’s body without permanent damage.

“Put Superboy on,” is ground out between clenched teeth.

“Aw, c’mon, we can fix this, Tim. I’ll—“

“It happened on our side,” is clipped, precise, “I’m on it. Just put Kon on the phone.”

There’s a hesitation on the line and whooshing of the background, soft zaahs of movement (well, Bat-movement, that is), “Tim, I know we haven’t—we haven’t been okay in a while—“ and Dick in his body isn’t even winded while dodging something. The grunt following tells him it is indeed Kon.

“This isn’t happening,” he interrupts, “at all. Thank-you but fuck you, Dick. You give me a member of my team, I get this shit reversed, and we wave bye-bye from a safe distance of several continents.”

“Jesus Tim, I thought we were at least—“

“Apparently you thought wrong. Give me Kon or I’m hanging up and throwing you in front of a train.”

The audible click by his temple is just the Red Hood taking that for the threat it really is. “Do everyone a favor, and don’t try it, asshole.”

He turns very slowly, thinking how fucked up it is that he’s not shorter than Jason this time around, “my brain in Dick Grayson’s body,” is all he needs to say.

“You little shit—“

“Go die, Hood,” he sneers, pellets already between his fingers.

“All right, all right,” N shouts through the phone in his voice, “I’m giving the phone to Superboy, just…dammit, Jay, calm down. Please?”

Something unintelligible comes through the synths, and surprise, surprise! the Red Hood backs off, easing the trigger down. He points a finger at Red, tension in the lines of his stance, “you want I really put some effort into the dance, Red, try to make good on that shit.”

And he doesn’t know if his smirk is anywhere near N’s own evil expression, but he grins white in the night.

On the other end of the phone, Kon is apparently amused as hell (and oh yeah, he believes in karma—just all the way), “Hey Red! Or N…?”

“Fuck you,” Red snarls out, deeper with Dick’s vocal chords.

“Look at it this way,” Kon continues, “you can beat the hell out of his body instead of yours?”

And Red just walks right over that comment with, “I’m going to my Perch here and start on the usual list of magic users to get this crap reversed. Drop him off at the Manor, try following the Mystic if he left any kind of trail.”

“Well, someone pissed in your cornflakes fearless leader.” And yes, that’s his best friend right there, the epic douche bag. Bart probably already has a list of shit he intends to say.

“Not amused,” he replies and hangs up the phone without a good-bye, tossing it in Hood’s general direction, and throws the line, takes the appropriate swing in the direction of his Perch, reverently hoping for something to kick the shit out of on the way.


Five hours later, Dick Grayson (in his temporarily shorter body) is scowling like mad, taking the steps down to the Cave with rough, jerky movements. He’d spent the last twenty minutes in front of the bathroom mirror adjacent to his old room; it had been a rough twenty minutes of cataloguing the mass of new scars marring Tim Drake’s back, the new ones on his front (one right across his abdomen, too clean for the usual array of sharp, pointy things). He’s on his way down to the Cave for some computer time, start looking into what Timmy had been up to in the last few years since he’d been the Red Robin.

He lifts a small hand in greeting to Dami, fresh out of the Cave showers after a long patrol, and barely gets a word.

Drake,” and all the venom is there, hitting Dick right in the chest. “Haven’t you learned you no longer have a place here?”

Dick almost chokes, staring down at Little D, his mini-bro, his partner, his Robin, hurt and almost betrayed before he remembers he’s not wearing his own face.

And Dami hesitates, narrowing his eyes when he isn’t met with the usual scathing retorts he’s come to expect. The utterly crushed look on the former Robin’s face is not one he can ever remember seeing before now.

“It’s Dick,” he admits, numb, “Dami…do you really say that kind of thing to Tim?”

But the youngest Robin’s brain is switching gears, “Grayson? Grayson? How—?”

“The Titans were facing magic users,” and his face firms, crossing Tim’s arms over his chest while he stares his little brother down.

Tt, useless. Drake allowed himself to get hit and take your body from you?”

“Little D—answer the question. You really don’t try to keep Tim from coming home, his home, do you?”

Now the smallest gives Dick an impatient look, “honestly, how is it that you have managed to live this long will forever remain a mystery.”


“You are well aware,” the youngest rolls right over him, “the Robin legacy is mine by blood. He had no rights to it. He has no place here once I took over the mantle.”

“How could you do that to him?! God, Dami, he was Robin in his own right. He’s part of the family whether it’s by blood or not—“

“We have argued this before,” Damian just raises a hand, “and we will never agree on it, Grayson. I believed that is why we stopped having the Drake discussion in the first place, I believed you finally began to see reason.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” B interjects, scaring the shit out of both of them (because, you know, the night).

Dami goes stiff immediately, face carefully neutral, “Father, I—“

“The role of Robin has nothing to do with blood,” the Batman admonishes shortly, striding right past his son, cape swirling around him.

Dick just turns Tim’s back and follows B to the computer, leaving Damian to his own churning thoughts while he climbs the stairs to retire in the Manor for the rest of the night.

“I need to do some research,” he fills the boss in, automatically throwing a hip against the chair, and almost falling on his ass because, well, height difference and such.

B hums while the system comes to life, his way to indicate yes, hyperactive child, I’m listening.

Instead, he steps to B’s peripheral and raises the shirt off Tim Drake’s abdomen, then waits for it.

The cowl comes off, blue eyes narrow on the incision scar, the calculating gaze going up to Dick’s (Tim’s, who he hasn’t seen in too long without a mask—usually when the criminal world shit has hit the fan and either the Bats or JLA need Red’s brand of talent). Dick just turns and raises the shirt up to the mass of white scars marring Red Robin’s back.

“So, yes, I need some intel,” on what the fuck he’s apparently missed.

But B’s mouth gets that crazy little moue when he’s already got theories and evidence to back him up.

Dick points an accusing finger, “you already know.”

Well, World’s Greatest Detective.

“I’ve been keeping track,” B fills in shortly.

Dick catches himself this time and can lean on the console to give B all the attention in the world.


The security system shows him his own face standing outside the penthouse perch, and Tim sighs, considers the benefits of staying in lockdown to work the spell from Zatanna (who had likewise laughed like an asshole, really, superheroes are just a community of gossipmongers that enjoy the shit out of it when he actually gets screwed over for once), and hoping Dick goes back to the Manor.

He interprets the expression on his own face to the one he’s currently wearing, and yup, that’s the former Batman’s got your number look.


“I’ll have it in another few hours,” he says when he cracks open the door enough to show his taller, more flexible self, “and I haven’t done anything to your body.”

“That’s what worries me, Timmers,” is Dick’s hard tone from his own mouth when the smaller of the two pushes himself inside and flicks the who knows what pellets back into hiding.

“How did you find me?” Is what he asks instead, crossing the arms over the chest broader than his own.

“I’m also this thing called a detective,” Dick deadpans and…it works, really.

Tim nods for the touché, giving Dick a mental point, “all right, I think we’ve already covered all the basis, so there’s no need for you to—“

“Be here, Tim?” And his smaller body gets right up into his bubble. So, regardless of what body he’s in, Dick’s understanding of personal space is non-existent as usual. “I don’t have to acknowledge you? To deal with you? Is that what you were going to say?”

And what Dick is pissed about goes right over his head, but he’s on the defensive by tone and body language alone.

“Maybe I’m missing something here,” he starts slowly in a voice that used to mean something, “but whatever crawled up your ass and died—“

“You don’t have a spleen,” shuts him right the hell up.

So? I can still do my fucking job, Dick. I lead my team, it doesn’t affect—“

“You told me,” Dick jabs a finger right into his sternum, “you told me, Tim, I was still your big brother and you knew I’d always catch you. I believed it.”

Tim makes the face he’s wearing go neutral, blank.

“And Dami…I just learned to let 75% of the crap he says go in one ear and out the other, but he’s part of the reason you’ve stayed gone? Dammit, Tim. You should have told me what it was doing to you. You’ve always been able to come to me,” and Dick’s voice is picking up, anger making it well up and spew out, “I’ve always tried not to let you down, no matter what. You’re my brother, and yes, you asshole, I love you, and—“

“You thought I was crazy,” he admits, low and completely empty, “you took Robin with some bullshit about being equals and you tried to get me into Arkham.”

Dick eases down, staring up into his own face intently, the expression looking as though it actually belongs on the face.

“After I brought B back, when I didn’t come to Gotham, I figured it was a done deal. You made your choice, and your choice told me I didn’t have a place there, that I was never really a Robin anyway. Him saying it? Just like you saying it, Dick, so I stayed the fuck out until some catastrophe or one of you needed tech support or some shit.”

Dick’s jaw tightens, but Tim doesn’t back down.

“You want to know what it did to me, Dick?  It made me realize what my place really was, so it’s fine, I get it. You’ve got the real thing, the right Robin, so spare me this big brother act.”

He shoves past his own body, back to his system, to his comfort pot of coffee ready to be devoured, and the pressure in his chest is completely inconsequential because he’s had time to come to grips, to accept the unavoidable truths.

“Now, like I said, I still need a few hours, and you obviously know where the door is.”

But, the body standing shock still hasn’t moved, has barely breathed, his own eyes taking in everything possible for the detective in Dick’s hindbrain while his fucking heart gives a lurch.

“I made good choices,” Dick finally admits, “I didn’t carry them out like I should have. I didn’t… I didn’t take care of you like I should have so you’d never doubt your place, so you’d always know you’re a Bat. No matter what happens, Tim, no matter what Damian might have said to you, you’ll always be one of us.”

Sitting at his system with Dick’s longer legs stretched out and the translation finally ready, the laugh that comes from his chest is one that makes the older vigilante flinch.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” and he soothes away the utter bullshit vibe, not looking up when the door opens and closes.


Getting his body back means peace, I’m out.

Because, well, the Manor and such. At least he’d left Dick’s body in a complex system of Gotham’s sewers, conveniently without a cell phone or comm.


Well, whatever. Croc is in Blackgate for the moment, just taking a vacay.

So, he has the time to get back to the Perch, get a quick shower, and take a ride to Titan’s Tower, get back on his usual crazy ass workload and conveniently forget he ever got stuck in some terrible trope.

He goes down the back staircase, hitting an alternative vent leading down into the back side of the Cave where he can just hop a Ducati without running in to any other Bats that might be writing down notes from the night’s activities, fixing random vehicles, making more tech, running the gambit of analysis, or feeding the odd gathering of animals.

Once he hits freedom without any snags, he can take in a full breath again, riding out into the familiar countryside paths back into Gotham proper.

The hidden entrance to his underground garage opens up to the sub-basement where he parks the bike, and takes the stairs two a time to get to the penthouse. Suppressing a shudder at the thought of whatever Dick might have done to his body, he rips the borrowed Gotham Knights t-shirt off, hand already moving up his abdomen before he gets the door closed and faces the mirror—

And winces.

Black sharpie with Dick’s careful block printing is all over his chest, upper arms, and abdomen, each scar recorded with a date, time, place, weapon of choice, and injury statistics. With a slow turn, he glances over his marked shoulder to the scrawling chicken scratch of the Red Hood on his back.

Dick took his time mapping out the last couple of years—on Tim’s own body.

His eyes trace the pathways, read the commentary, look at that neat printing with things like could have died again, and maybe…maybe some part of him wants to step back, give Dick an inch, even though he’s just fucking tired of being the last one standing.

It’s not a big enough part to stop him from getting in the shower and scrubbing his skin raw and red with harsh soap usually for abrasions. It’s not a big enough part to stop him from suiting up and riding out to the Batwing twenty minutes before Bruce Wayne shows up at the door to his Gotham penthouse. It’s not a big enough part to answer his phone when it’s Damian’s number ringing through.

It’s not a big enough part to stop him from leaving.

anonymous asked:

Wayne Girls au: girl Dick, Jason and Tim and bit Cass are fun. But I always want DamIan to stay a boy. I think it's because of both culture clashes (you can not tell me Ra's wasn't a bit chauvinistic with the whole male heir only club and Damian couldn't have had that initially at least a little) and because I'm super weak to big sister and little brother relationships which female Dick and Damian would excel at. Plus I think female Tim would actually kind of scare Damian a lot w/her mind games.

I’ve had this argument before, from a logical perspective you are absolutely right that Damian should be a boy because Ra’s would ensure that happens. But then again this is an AU and pretty princess Damira who thinks of nothing but murder all day while fools try and pamper her and tell her what ‘a sweet young lady she is’ is distinctly amusing to me.

But yes, Damian in a house full of girls (and Carter who’s just there sometimes and Damian, after many humiliating encounters, has been forced to accept that the Black Bat is skilled and worthy of his position) is also very fun. Rachel is like the loving mom he always hoped Talia would be and is her shadow and protector but also he admires her so damn much. Jan is like that weird drunk aunt who shows up and causes trouble. Is so openly feminine that Damian gets flustered when he walks into the kitchen and finds the red hood chugging milk in nothing but a sports bra and booty shorts. He is a young boy and grew up with Arabic values and please put some clothes on Todd (she does not). Tabitha is his one true rival, one whom he both under and overestimates. They go back and forth with fighting and bickering and these little mind games. Girl Tim is vicious as hell and doesn’t pull punches like Tim sometimes does. She has his grudging respect even if she is an annoying extraneous presence.

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Sugar daddy cal "Angel you need me way more than I need you"

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You enjoyed a competition.

Five days ago for example, you’d gotten back from a day of shopping only to have Calum declare you were more dependent on him than he was on you. Now whilst financially he was right, although you’d pointed out to the CEO many times that you’d be more than happy to find a job but he preferred you not to work and you were more than fine with being a socialite, in every other aspect of your relationship the two of you were even.

Angel you need me way more than I need you.” He chuckled when you pointed this out, beginning to take off his suit whilst you sat on the plush bed, sorting through the day’s purchases. “And we both know it.”

“Please, you can’t go one day without needing me.” You smirked, getting up to start putting things away. “I bet you wouldn’t last a week without a fuck.”

“Oh and you would?” He cocked an eyebrow as he faced you in the mirror, a smirk creeping onto his own face when you nodded. “Bet’s on Angel. But when I win, you better be prepared for some serious consequences.”

“Whatever you say Hood.” You shrug back. “But when I win, you’ll be sorry.”

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Girls day out ( bucky x f!reader)

prompt: the reader has a girls day out with Nat and Wanda and she gets a hair cut 

a/n: I don’t know you guys have this thing that after you get a hair cut you regret how short it is even if it’s not or maybe it’s only me? anyway its a bit long so enjoy!  

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Today is the day, it’s your girls day out with Nat,Wanda, and Pepper which means you guys will have time for your selfs. When you live in the avengers tower it’s nice to have some girl time but this time Pepper couldn’t make it (she had an important meeting that she had to go to) but she felt bad for ditching all of you  on your special day so she booked all of you an  appointment at some fancy spa.

*time skip*

“this place is fancy as hell,” you said as you walked in the spa, you looked like a child going to the candy store for the first time, Nat and Wanda couldn’t stop laughing at your reaction. 

There wasn’t a lot of people, but it was a nice place, you guys guessed that  Pepper booked your appointment when it wasn’t really busy. After a while of pampering you got your nails and toes done but knowing your job you guys knew that it wouldn’t last a week.

 You laughed at that thought while  looking at your phone to see if your boyfriend Bucky sent you a text, he did and it said that he ‘misses you and when will you be back’ before you could answer back you saw Nat and Wanda giggling beside you. 

“Why are you guys  gigling like school girls” you asked your team mates  with a raised eyebrow “oh nothing Y/N what are you doing on your phone” Nat asked grining at you “I am just ugh.. checking the time thats all” you said bitting you bottom lip as you(tried to) lied “oh sure you are’’ .

Wanda said teasingly after that you didn’t bother look back at your phone. “Y/n didn’t you want to cut you hair? you should get it done today while we’re here’’ Nat said “yeah I think your right, it would be great not getting any hair on your face on missions’’ you said while playing with the tip of your hair. 

Wanda and Nat nodded in agreement, both of them had that problem as well, after you got your hair cut you  left and headed back  to the tower you liked your hair cut it looked nice on you but like always you felt it was a bit to ‘short’

Both Nat and Wanda told you wasn’t short and you looked really nice but you  still hid your hair in the hood of your hoodie so nobody can see it, you always had that problem when it came to your hair.

*time skip*

There was only Bucky,Sam,Clint and Vision in the tower, the others where on a mission  and Thor was in Asgard. When reached the base you  practically ran to your room when you heard a familiar voice call out  for you, it was Bucky. 

“Hey doll did you have a good time’’ you didn’t turn around to face him “ Y-Yeah i have to do something” you said as ran as fast you can, Bucky was worried he thought you where mad at him so he ran after you, when you reached your room you got a video call from Pepper.

You answered as fast as you could “ Heyyyy Y/N did you enjoy your spa day” Pepper said with a big smile on her lips as you pulled your hood a bit to cover your hair a bit.

“ Pepper, you should’ve come with us  it was so much fun”  you knew Nat had told her that  you got a hair cut “ Y/N I have to go can you show me your hair please” she practically begged you gave in and showed it  to her, she said that it was a great look on you “ok Y/N I will have to go now I will talk to you when I come back”.

You hung up then you heard a knock on your door “Y/N doll it’s me Bucky can I come in?” you put hair back in the hood of your sweater and let him in “ hey Buck’’ you said ‘’are you ok I am so sorry for what ever I did I promise I will make it up to you Y/N and-’’ you stopped.

Bucky with a kiss “ can you always make me shut up like that” he said with a smirk on his face ‘’yes and every thing is fine Buck you did nothing wrong” he furrow his eyebrow in confusion ‘’ then whats wrong love didn’t you have a good time at the spa?’’ he said pulling you into his chest and  you nodded.

 “ I had a great time at the spa” “then what’s wrong,” he said kissing your head ‘’ Well… you see I cut my hair and now it feels a bit weird cuz i think its a bit short’’.

Bucky looked at you with a excited look on his face “OMG I am so happy that your not mad at me and i wanna see your hair’’. 

He let you go so you can show him your hair. You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend’s expression, you took off your hood and his jaw dropped you laughed at boyfriend’s expression.

‘’ It’s not that bad” you said teasingly “ no it’s it- you looked amazing like you really do,” he said honestly ‘’thanks Bucky,” you said as you gave him a hug. 

After you pulled away Bucky looked at you with a smirk on his face ‘’what?” you said with a raised eyebrow “ well it’s not every one that is blessed with gorgeous hair  like me” he said teasingly and you playfully hit his shoulder 

“ I AM BUCKY, OF AVENGERS TOWER AND I AM BURDENED WITH  GLORIOUS HAIR” both of you couldn’t stop laughing at his imitation of Loki. 

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First-Aid {Luke Hemmings Smut}

RATING: Smutty smut smut
WORD COUNT: 8,500+
REQUESTED: Nope (I’ve just got dirty thoughts)

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You were sat on the couch watching Netflix in a baggy grey t-shirt and a very short pair of shorts. As your chosen movie played on the screen, your hand buried itself into the bowl of popcorn next to you, grabbing a handful and leading it to your mouth. Your parents were out for the evening–something about monthly date night.

On cue, your phone vibrated with a text, and you grabbed it, shifting on the couch. You unlocked it and giggled at the cute and loving message your boyfriend had sent you, quickly typing one back. He hadn’t been able to spend time with you tonight; apparently there’d been some family thing going on. Setting your phone onto the couch beside you, you waited.

Your phone buzzed again, and you eagerly reached for it, your face falling somewhat when you saw that it hadn’t been your boyfriend who’d texted you, but rather your friend Luke. Then you felt bad–Luke was a nice guy, and it wasn’t fair to take him for granted.

“Can I come over?” The message read. You quickly typed back an affirmative and waited for the all-too-familiar ring of the doorbell–Luke only lived a few houses down the street.

You spent a few more minutes in front of the television, soaking up your movie, before you finally heard the frantic ringing, and you sighed. Two rings, followed by one, signalled that it was Luke. It had been a type of code you’d both devised at a younger age.

You opened the door, tightening your ponytail simultaneously. “Hey–,” you began, and then your jaw slackened, eyes widening at the boy standing in front of you.

Luke’s hair was a dishevelled mess atop his head. There were a few scrapes on his left cheek, his left eye blossoming into a dark purple. The area underneath his nose was a faint pink, as though there had been blood previously running down the skin, which you assumed was true.

“Lucas, what the fuck?” You practically shrieked, horrified at the sight. Luke just shook his head, pushing past you and kicking off his shoes, bolting upstairs as though he hadn’t heard you.

“Do you have disinfectant? I’m all out at home,” he called. You stood there for a moment before realizing that he was running up the stairs. Scrambling up after him, you responded, “Yeah, but Luke–!”

“Thanks,” he said loudly. He ran into your washroom, rifling through the cupboards. You joined him, catching your breath in the doorway as you watched him search.

“Luke,” you gasped, “What the hell happened to you?”

He didn’t respond. You were about to repeat your question before he finally spoke up. “Nothing.”

“Yeah,” you said sarcastically, placing your hands on your hips. You gripped the hem of your shirt that went to mid-thigh, concealing the black shorts you wore. Luke was still searching through your cupboards messily, knocking over a few soaps and a can of hairspray.

You glanced at his face in the mirror, your heart aching at the sight of his black eye. Determined to weasel an answer out of him you stepped forward, reaching up to touch his broad shoulder, “Luke…”

He ignored you. You chewed on your lip. He finally found the disinfectant and a bag of cotton swabs. His hands were shaking you noticed, and you murmured out, “What happened?”

“Goddammit, I said nothing!” He snapped, slamming the bottle and the bag down onto the marble counter.

His head hung, refusing to look at you. You swallowed heavily–this had never happened before. Luke was quiet, always avoiding conflict, sometimes to the point where you had to stand up for him, whether it be at school or somewhere else. This situation was uncharted territory for the both of you, and neither of you were handling it well.

The bathroom was silent, the only thing being heard was Luke’s heavy breathing. You pursed your lips, not daring to say anything and risk a huge fight with your friend. You couldn’t stand the thought of upsetting him, knowing that he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve having his face beaten to a pulp and he didn’t deserve having you pester him with questions when he clearly didn’t want to talk about it. So you pushed your curiosity to the side, temporarily forgotten, though you knew it’d be back.

“Okay,” you whispered, stepping closer to Luke and rubbing his arm soothingly, repeating another, “Okay.”

You grabbed the disinfectant and the cotton swabs, moving them out of the way. Luke stepped back as you preoccupied yourself, watching you warily, his low gaze burning into you. Sighing lightly, you hefted yourself onto the counter, turning so that you sat facing Luke. Spreading your legs, you reached for him, grabbing the front of his shirt and tugging him closer to you, “Come here.”

Luke eyed you cautiously but eventually gave up his guards, taking up residency between your legs. Gingerly, he placed his large hands on your bare thighs, looking at you almost as though he was asking for permission. You pretended not to notice, not wanting to make things awkward, and he decided to leave them there, your skin burning at the contact. A buzz of nerves suddenly settled in your stomach, though you had no idea why.

You fumbled with the spray nozzle on the bottle, finally get past the child’s lock and opening it. Grabbing Luke’s chin in your hand, you brought his face a bit closer to yours. His breath hitched, and you pulled back quickly, “Sorry, does it hurt?”

“N-No,” he stammered, and you cocked your head to the side. He just shook his head, telling you to forget about it. You turned his head to the right delicately, granting you access to the scrapes on his left cheek. Bringing the bottle up to his face, you spritzed some of the contents.

“Shit,” Luke gasped as he felt the burn begin to settle in. You sighed, “Great, I think it may be infected.”

“Isn’t that–shit,” he muttered as you tended to another cut on his cheek, “–isn’t that what disinfectant is for?”

You couldn’t help but to giggle, even though the situation most definitely did not call for it. Luke smiled, though it looked pained. Shifting on the counter, you moved forward a bit and leaned your face closer to his, your breath washing onto his face in warm waves.

“Sorry if my breath smells bad,” you apologized, “I was eating popcorn. Not exactly ‘minty fresh’.”

Luke chuckled lightly, and you squeezed his shoulder, “Stop laughing, you’re moving around.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, unable to contain a small smirk. You sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes at him playfully, “That includes talking, mister.”

So Luke shut up as you continued your work. You grabbed a cotton swab and dabbed at the skin around his cuts and scrapes, soaking up any excess disinfectant that wasn’t needed. You leaned closer to his face, your brows furrowing and lips pursing as you concentrated on not touching any injuries with your tiny cotton instrument.

“Ow,” Luke mumbled, and you chewed on your bottom lip, “Sorry.” He just shrugged, and you finally decided that you had done as much as you could for the cuts. You set the disinfectant down and tossed the cotton swab into the trash beside the counter, twisting your body to the side to turn on the faucet and run warm water over your hands.

“What the fuck did you do?” You breathed, letting the tap run. You brought your now soaked hands up to Luke’s face, grabbing hold on the sides delicately and wiping your thumbs along the small area above his upper lip, cleaning away the pinkish shadow of dried blood.

Luke’s crystal eyes watched you intently, his fingers twitching on your thighs every so often. Dipping your hands under the running stream of water again, you inspected your work, deciding to try and scrub off a bit more. You angled your body towards Luke’s as you finally managed to wash off the last of the colour, Luke’s skin a bit pink from the irritation.

You shut the tap, sitting back and scrutinizing his black eye. Slowly, your right hand came up to his face, running along the bruised skin lightly. Luke let out a small groan and you froze, lightening the pressure of your fingertips so that they merely brushed the skin. Luke closed his eyes.

“What could you have possibly done to deserve this?” You questioned absentmindedly.

Luke let a faint chuckle escape him and you studied his smile. It was a nice smile, exposing all of his teeth, the whiter spot on his left front tooth a cute detail. His eyes were bright despite his condition, his hair all over the place. You stared at his lip ring before he cleared his throat, and you quickly cast your eyes down, a faint blush colouring your cheeks.

Once upon a time, you’d had a crush on Luke, a few pretty little feelings that resulted in butterflies in your stomach and a constant smile on your face whenever you were around him. You were just so in love with everything he did, and how he did it. But then your relationship with your boyfriend blossomed, and those feelings had disappeared into a dark, cobwebbed corner of your mind, never to resurface.

The both of you stood there in silence, the quietness bringing a sort of comfort that you knew you’d never experience with anyone else. It wasn’t awkward or fragmented, the air around you filled with ease. Your fingers were still tracing Luke’s skin, his eyes still closed. He surprised you by leaning his face into your palm.

And then your curiosity came back, breaking free from the cage in which you’d trapped it. “Luke,” you whispered to him, afraid to bring the topic back up, yet determined to understand, “What happened?”

“Y/N,” Luke warned you lowly, his eyes opening. You could quickly feel tension fill the room, and a part of you wanted to smack yourself for bringing it back up; but you just had to know, you had to protect your friend.

“Please,” you begged quietly, looking at him and trying to put on your most desperate face, “You look horrible. Who did this to you?”

“It’s not important,” he retaliated, a bit of snappiness evident in his tone. You knew you were treading on thin ice. Even though Luke avoided conflict, he had a short temper, though he didn’t necessarily show it. But you could feel him shifting uneasily, could feel him pulling away from you, keeping things from you.

“Well I say it is,” you fought back, crossing your arms. Luke swore under his breath, removing his palms from your thighs and stepping away from you, raking his hand through his hair anxiously. You watched him, waiting for him to cave in and tell you what you so desperately wanted to know.

But that moment never came.

You both stood there in silence, and you debated opening your mouth again, even though you knew that this situation would only end badly if you did. But your persistence overpowered you, and you crossed you arms, staring at Luke pointedly, “Luke.”

“For fuck’s sake!” He yelled, looking away and tugging on his hair harshly. He glared at you, “What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem?” You fired back, uncrossing your arms and pushing yourself off of the counter. You looked up at Luke, who towered over you, both of you rapidly growing tired of one another. Balling your fists at your sides, you enlightened him, “My problem is that you’re being an ass! I’m only asking, so why won’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s none of your fucking business!” Luke shouted at you, and you recoiled a bit at the venom in his tone. He was breathing heavily, looking down at you with lit eyes. You swallowed, lifting your chin up in an attempt to appear more confident even though you were a bit intimidated.

“Fuck Y/N!” Luke snapped loudly, “Why can’t you just let this one slide? Why do you have this need to know everything? You’re such a nosy little bitch!”

There was silence.

You were looking up at him with wide eyes, your lips parted as though you couldn’t believe he’d actually said that. He was panting from his short outburst, but as soon as the last word emerged from his mouth, a realization dawned in his eyes; you could see it in the way they grew.

Your throat constricted, making it hard for you to swallow. Looking away, you focussed your attention on the shower curtain to your right, your eyes glossing over. You weren’t going to let Luke see you like that.

“Okay,” you said hollowly, somewhat proud that your voice didn’t quiver. You nodded, speaking to the ground in a whisper. “Luke. I think you should leave.”

He didn’t say anything, and you almost thought he hadn’t heard you. You inhaled shakily, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of keeping tears in, but it backfired on you, granting a way for a sole drop to leak down your right cheek.

Luke shuffled in front of you. “Fine,” he quipped out stonily. He dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and thrusting it into your hands, “Here. You know my passcode. Go to my photos.”

You took the phone from him, opening it and unlocking it slowly. Clicking on his gallery, your breath hitched at the very first–and most recent–photo to pop up onto the screen.

There stood your boyfriend, dressed in the attire he’d worn today at school. He was standing in an alley, the dim lighting illuminating his face enough to make out his features. Although it was hard to, seeing as his face was pressed against someone else’s, their lips locked together. Your jaw dropped.

“You’re lying,” you said immediately, the denial kicking in. You stared up at Luke, the tears now freely flowing down your cheeks. Luke was looking at you with an unreadable expression, not showing any emotion.

You looked back down at the cellphone, hoping that it was just a trick of the light and that this person wasn’t actually the boy you’d been dating for the past six months. But no, he wore the same clothes, the same hair colour, the same side profile.

And your heart plummeted to the floor.


Two weeks had passed, and you were feeling exhausted and drained.

It wasn’t because you’d done any physical exercise or worked your muscles to the point of soreness. It was more of a mental state, not feeling up for anything, not battling any challenges that life threw at you. Even getting up out of bed in the morning was a chore, as well as taking that one step onto the bus that brought you to school.

You’d confronted your boyfriend, who’d openly admitted to cheating on you–at least he had the decency to be honest about it. The first few days had hurt like a bitch–it felt as though someone was twisting a blade into your chest, making it hard to breathe–and you’d gone through at least one box of tissues per day.

But then, on the sixth day, something happened. It was as though you’d suddenly stopped caring, as though your tears had run out. And you realized that even though you’d had some good times with your boyfriend, if he had you out of his mind long enough to be kissing another girl–well, he wasn’t worth your tears.

And that left you in this state–emotionless and monotone. You just weren’t up for anything anymore, preferring to return back home right after school, to stay curled up in bed for the rest of the evening. You had no idea why. You were at ease now with the fact that you’d been cheated on, you’d made peace with it.

So why were you still so indifferent? Why did you find it so hard to fake a smile at school and pretend as though everything was okay?

The answer came to you on a Friday evening as you lay in bed, staring up at your ceiling. Your father was watching a baseball game downstairs, your mother cooking spaghetti. Your eyes widened as you felt your stomach churn with a feeling of nausea, like something had been forgotten, unfinished.



“What are you doing here?” Luke blurted as soon as he opened the door. You were panting from having rushed down the stairs, out your house, and down the street, determined to get answers and make amends.

“Did he do that?” You didn’t acknowledge his question, rather pointing to the left side of his face. His black eye had faded and there was no more swelling; the only evidence of the previous injury was a very light brown bruise underneath his eye.

“Y/N what are you–?”

“Did he do that?” You repeated, glaring at Luke. He looked confused for a moment before realizing exactly what you were talking about, and his body stiffened. He didn’t say anything and you only took his silence as confirmation.

“Look,” Luke craned his head, “My parents are home. Let’s–lets go to the park, yeah?”

Still breathing unevenly, you nodded. It was dark out, so you both knew the park would be deserted. Luke stepped out of the house, yelling, “Mum, I’m going to the park!”

You heard Liz’s muffled reply, and Luke closed the door.

“Come on,” you said curtly, and you whipped around, taking off in the direction of the park. Luke shouted something behind you, probably asking why the hell you were so fidgety, but you needed a distraction, you needed that last moment of freedom before you confronted Luke.

You inhaled deeply as you ran, trying to keep your emotions at bay. Anger was bubbling up inside you, anger towards your boyfriend, towards Luke, towards yourself. You couldn’t believe how stupid you’d been, how you hadn’t put the pieces together sooner. If Luke had captured a picture of–the incident–and had arrived at your house bloody and bruised, of course they had to have been linked.

But the fact that you’d been cheated on had taken up your entire mind, and you’d forgotten about the fact that Luke had been practically attacked. You felt horrible–what kind of friend were you if you could push aside the problems of others for your own?

You reached the park, out of breath. It was a quaint little place, a few swings and a single, twisting slide. There were monkey bars, and you remembered all the times where you’d teased Luke because he hadn’t been able to climb across them like you had.

The park was on a hill, and behind it was a grassy slope that curved downwards, shielding a huge field from view. You’d never been here at night, but now that you’d seen it, you preferred it. There were no noisy children, no distractions, just peace and quiet.

You ran right past the park, loping down the slope of the hill behind it, and stopping halfway down, waiting for Luke. The valley in front of you was hidden from view, a perfect place for you and Luke to have your discussion.

“Y/N!” You heard Luke call.

“Down here!” You yelled back.

He skidded to a stop at the top of the hill and slowly made his way down, not wanting to trip. You waited until he reached you before continuing down the other half of the hill, walking into the valley at the bottom. Luke followed you.

The slightly overgrown grass tickled your ankles as you stopped abruptly, turning to face the blonde boy with your hands on your hips. “Luke,” you stated, “Did he do that to you?”

Luke didn’t say anything, looking down at the ground and giving a sole nod. He was acting guilty, though he had nothing to be ashamed about. You balled your fists, hating that what you’d assumed had been confirmed. You were seething.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” You screamed at him. His face snapped up, eyes widening at the sudden change of your tone.

You continued, “I could’ve yelled at him for it, but you didn’t tell me! Fuck, I’m so stupid for not realizing before, goddammit!”

“You’re not stupid,” Luke said lowly, looking at you with hooded eyes.

You ran your hands through your hair, tugging at the roots in frustration, completely disregarding his words, “Fuck, I’m an idiot! Why didn’t I see this before, why didn’t you say something? Stupid, stupid, stu–!”

Luke suddenly had his hands on both sides of your face, forcing your gaze up to meet his. He was so much taller than you, his blue eyes almost glaring at you, daring you to say another word. Your hands lashed out, grabbing his elbows to steady yourself.

“You’re not stupid,” Luke repeated, gritting his teeth, as though he wanted to sear the message into your brain. Left speechless at how close you were, and how fucking good he smelled, you could only look up at him with parted lips and nod slowly.

“Okay?” Luke questioned you, still not believing. You cleared your throat and whispered out, “Okay.”

He nodded, and your felt his hands loosening on the sides of your face, felt him tensing up and preparing to step back. And before you could even register what you were doing, you leaned up, pecking his lips softly.

Immediately you both pulled back in shock, and you felt your face heat up with a crimson blush. Luke was looking at you with wide eyes and a slackened jaw, meanwhile you were horrified with yourself. You’d ruined everything.

“Shit,” you breathed, your hands flying to your face as you took a step back, immediately distancing yourself from Luke. You looked at him with huge eyes, “I’m–I’m so sorry.”

“No!” He said loudly, awkwardly, and his hand shot up to his jaw, where he scratched the small shadow of stubble forming, “I mean, it wasn’t–like–bad…”

“Right,” you agreed, hoping that if you agreed with him it would make things less uncomfortable. Desperate for something to do, you really studied Luke for the first time that night.

He wore black skinny jeans and a navy sweater with ‘Blink-182’ adorning the front in a large, bolded yellow. His hair was pushed off of his face and curved in a wavelike form. Black Converse were on his feet, which were now twisting and squirming around awkwardly. You raked your fingers through your hair as you stared up at his face, at his black piercing and his electric eyes.

You were both still stumbling over your words, trying to lessen the tension but only making it worse. In between your frantic fragments, you heard Luke’s voice, “I mean–it was nice–it wasn’t bad at all, it just…”

“Okay wait,” you held up your hands and he immediately stopped talking, cutting himself off. You looked up at him, knowing that your face must’ve been pink with embarrassment, and he was chewing on his lip ring, not appearing any more relaxed than you.

“Should we–should we try that again?” You breathed, your gaze meeting his. He pursed his lips, trying to appear collected, but you could see through the façade he was putting up.

“Well, if–if you want to,” he stuttered.

There was a moment of silence between you, breath held between gnawed lips, before you finally sighed loudly, beckoning him closer with your hand, “Okay, okay, come here.”

Despite the awkward atmosphere, he chuckled at your hastiness and stepped forward. You met him halfway, chests barely brushing as you looked down at each other. “Okay,” you muttered to yourself, placing your left hand on the back of his neck and guiding his face down to yours, feeling your stomach twist with anxiety and excitement, both emotions battling.

When his lips were only an inch from yours, you froze, holding your breath, “Are we really going to do this?” You whispered.

Luke looked at you with a smirk, his body quivering with a silent laugh, “I guess so.”

You nodded, your shoulders subconsciously relaxing, and you began to prepare yourself for what was coming. But before you could, Luke’s lips were on yours, swallowing the gasp that travelled up your throat and past your mouth.

His lips were slightly chapped, providing you with a warmth that was unfamiliar. You were both still at first before he decided to wrap his arms around your waist and hug you tightly to him; your other hand flew up to his shoulder to steady yourself as you were tugged forward.

His mouth began to move against yours, slightly sloppy, but in an endearing sort of way. You couldn’t help but smile at the eagerness and emotion he seemed to be conveying.

“This is nice, right?” You tore your lips away, somewhat reluctantly, to ask. Luke paused, pursing his lips and savouring the ghostly taste of your lips on his. After a moment, he nodded, smiling warmly at you, “Yeah.”

You wound your arms around his neck and pulled him down into the soft grass, both of you tumbling slightly and letting soft laughs escape your lips. “What are we doing?” Luke questioned.

You smiled gently at his appearance, the slightly mussed hair and the twinkling blue eyes, the way he chewed on his lip ring nervously and how he was looking at you cautiously, his hand still resting on your waist as though he didn’t want to break you. You pursed your lips, only knowing that you enjoyed the feel of his mouth on yours, and you wanted to feel it again.

“I don’t know,” you admitted before scrambling up, the long grass tickling you. Luke crossed his long legs as you swung one of your own legs over his lap, straddling him. His eyes practically bugged out of his head when you looped your arms around his neck, leaning back in to peck his lips softly.

You continued to kiss, his hands gripping your hips, your fingers running through his hair, nails scraping along his scalp lightly. His hair felt like silk, a blonde sea that you could lose yourself in forever without trying. His lips were soft and warm, slightly puffy from the previous kisses. You parted your lips, slipping your tongue out and licking Luke’s bottom lip. He opened his mouth without hesitation, and suddenly your tongues were dancing together, gliding along each other. You wanted nothing more than to explore his mouth, explore his entire body.

“Luke I–,” you began, and he pulled back, somewhat reluctantly, and looked at you with tender eyes. Your words suddenly left you, your mouth open, but nothing coming out. Luke noticed.

“Yeah?” He prompted, his eyes half-closed from the bliss of kissing you. You were still speechless, but not wanting to appear completely helpless, you clenched your jaw, pulling back slightly and crossing your arms over your torso.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off swiftly, hoping you wouldn’t scare the blonde boy away with your advance. You wore a light blue bra and subconsciously, your shoulders hunched, moderately insecure with your body. You looked up through your eyelashes, only to find Luke staring at you with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Are we going to–I mean, do you want–?” He stuttered over his words and you smiled at your lap, nodding somewhat sheepishly. Luke exhaled, “Okay, good.”

His hands left your waist, sweeping up the sides of your body, completely in awe of your body. Your shorts were suddenly feeling much shorter, a cool breeze wafting against your bare skin. You leaned back into Luke, pressing another kiss to his lips before moving to his jawline. His hands were everywhere, on your sides, drawing imaginary tattoos on your back–swirls and circles that you wouldn’t have been able to replicate even if you tried–fingertips dancing along the column of your spine.

“Take off your shirt,” you breathed hotly against his jaw, and you felt him gulp. His slight stubble pricked at your skin lightly, but you merely smiled, enjoying the sensation. His fingers continued to roam your back, acting as though he hadn’t heard you, yet the way he’d tensed up suddenly was an indication of his acknowledgement.

“Luke,” you prodded, your hands snaking up to his chest and resting on his broad frame lightly.

He held his breath as your fingers crept down his body and hooked under the fabric of his hoodie, your other hand reaching for the zipper and tugging it downwards slowly, revealing to you a plain white V-neck. You looked into Luke’s eyes sultrily as you pushed his sweater from his shoulders, your palms lingering on his chest a little bit longer than necessary.

“May I?” You murmured, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt.

He nodded quickly, and you let your hands slip under, running along the softness of his stomach and further up to his firm chest, feeling his body stiffen, the material of his shirt riding up with your hands. You looked into his blue eyes, lust-crazed and hooded, and your bottom lip was brought between your teeth in an attempt to look sexy.

And before you knew it, a low growl had ripped from his throat and his shirt had been yanked up over his head messily. He mounted to his knees quickly and pushed you backwards, reversing your positions. Your back was now against the swishing grass, chest heaving in surprise, whilst he climbed onto you, knees pressed to the ground near your hips.

“Goddammit, I like you so fucking much,” he swore, his lips sealing to yours before you had a chance to respond. This kiss was no longer sensitive and soft, but rather urgent, as though he never wanted to separate from you. You ran your hands along the wide expanse of his shoulders, heat beginning to pool subtly between your legs.

His hands were pressed flat beside your head, supporting himself in an effort to not crush you. You pulled apart, gasping for air, and he took it as an opportunity to move to your neck, kissing along the skin, biting, licking, all much rougher than you’d anticipated.

But you enjoyed it. It made you feel a sense of triumph, how your heart was racing, how alert your eyes were, after days of being emotionless.

“Fuck,” you whimpered pathetically, your eyes closing. Your fingers ran up the wide expanse of his back, nails scraping lightly, before they disappeared into his hair, grabbing fistfuls in an attempt to contain the wild adrenaline streaming through you. Luke’s lips moved lower, to your collarbones, where he spent several long moments kissing them and nipping at the skin lightly.

“Luke, shit,” you tugged on his hair, and he retracted his head reluctantly, looking at you.

Your words abandoned you again as you perceived his messy light locks and his lidded eyes, and you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve yourself. Clenching your jaw, you arched your body, your hands disappearing from his hair and snaking around to your back, fumbling with the clasp of your bra clumsily.

Luke stared at you, his hungry eyes flickering from your own to your chest repeatedly, as though he couldn’t decide which feature he was most intrigued by. Finally, your bra came undone and loosened, and you quickly shrugged the material off.

“Do something,” you ordered, too breathless to sound stern.

Luke looked down at your breasts as you tossed your bra to the side gently, close enough so that you’d be able to retrieve it later. Still training his gaze on your chest, he slowly lowered his own torso down little by little. His eyes closed, head falling back and a loud, pained groan escaping his lips as his pectorals brushed your erect nipples.

“Fuck, I’m in love, I swear,” he gasped, and you giggled quietly at how he suddenly revealed how inexperienced he actually was.

His craned neck was only a centimetre away from your face, and you grabbed his shoulders, pulling yourself up slightly to suckle at the soft skin, his Adam’s apple too inviting to resist. He let out another groan when you sucked on what you presumed to be his sweet spot, based on the way his body tensed above you.

“Luke,” you prodded, making him look down at you. You placed your right hand on the nape of his neck and guided him down for a passionate kiss, pulling back after a few seconds and blurting what was on your mind: “Are we going to have sex?”

Luke laughed suddenly, and if you were honest, it was a bit startling. It was one of his genuine laughs, where he threw his head back and exposed every tooth in a wide grin, where his voice got louder and louder until it cracked, squeaking as it hit a high octave. You couldn’t help but to smile as well, but bashfully, feeling your face warm up.

“If you want to,” Luke finally calmed down, staring at you–your question seemed to have snapped him out of his lust-crazed manner, and he was the same old Luke now. He brushed some hair off of your forehead, prompting a shiver to roll down your spine. “We don’t have to go all the way.”

“I want to,” you said quickly. He grinned at you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you chewed on your lip, trying to suppress a smile. Luke nodded, “Cool. Then, can I–?”

He cut himself off, looking at you for permission, an expression to which you nodded, lifting your body from the ground in an attempt to push your breasts towards him. He laughed softly at your eagerness, and you mumbled a sheepish yet playful, “Shut up.”

Luke lifted himself so that he sat on his knees, his groin near yours, and you could feel the material of his jeans straining, causing you to bite back a smug smirk. His hands vanished from beside your head, rather sweeping up your sides now, as though he was hesitant to touch your chest.

Finally, he let his fingers wander, running over the mounds of flesh and tugging your nipples between his thumb and forefinger gently, causing you to inhale sharply and buck your hips up to his. He froze, and you did too, your eyes widening in horror, but his held a certain delight to them, like a child on Christmas morning.

“So responsive,” he murmured, lowering his head. Before you knew it, your left nipple was taken past his lips and a gasp had forced its way out of your mouth. Your fingers immediately twined into his hair for the hundredth time as you squirmed slightly, the wet feeling foreign yet welcome.

“Are you a virgin?” You blurted out, and he pulled back, a slight pinkish hue clouding his cheeks. He shrugged, “Yeah.”

“How–how are you so good at that?” You wondered, your chest heaving, nipple wet with his saliva. His left hand reached up to grab your right breast, kneading it softly in his palm, as though he couldn’t bear to go without touching you for even a second. Your body unfolded for the gesture, muscles clenching subtly, trying to control yourself but with barely any success.

“To be honest,” Luke’s cheeks grew even redder, “I got this all from porn.”

You giggled, “Dirty boy.”

“Says the one who was begging me to fuck her,” he retorted playfully, and you let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-scoff, slapping his left bicep lightly, “I was not begging! I just asked where this was heading!”

“Mhm,” Luke teased, “Sure.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” you giggled, stifling the sound with your hand. Luke’s eyes lit up as he quickly scrambled down your body, hastily playing with the button of your shorts and making you grin. He finally undid them and assisted you in shimmying them down your thighs–you kicked them off unceremoniously, both of you laughing softly.

Luke’s hands inched up your legs, palms running over your shins, knees, thighs. Finally, his fingers hooked into the elastic band of your pink cotton panties, and you suddenly grew embarrassed. You would’ve picked out a nicer pair if you knew this was where you would’ve ended up tonight. Your underwear were a solid pastel pink with a small bow resting on the front, and you could feel your arousal practically soaking through the material.

Luke’s gaze caught yours, and he smirked at you, “Cute.”

He bit onto his bottom lip, teeth sucking his black piercing into his mouth. You rolled your eyes in an attempt to conceal your sheepishness.

Luke peppered kisses to the skin of your lower stomach, over the bit of pudge your middle housed, dipping his tongue into your navel and swirling it around. Your toes curled as you felt your pussy tingle from the contact. He dragged his lips down from your belly and over the comfortable material of your panties, his nose brushing against the satin bow and his hot breath washing over your clothed core.

“Luke,” you whined and he let out a raspy chuckle, enjoying the action of teasing you. Your hips lifted involuntarily and he draped an arm over them to keep them pressed down to the ground firmly. Over your underwear, he located your clit after a two attempts, succeeding in pressing a kiss to the sensitive bud.

“Shit,” you swore, warmth pooling in your belly. You were worked up, your muscles clenched and head foggy, so delirious that you hadn’t even noticed Luke beginning to pull your panties off slowly.

“Wait,” you realized, your eyes widening and your head snapping up to look at him. His fingers quickly withdrew, and he looked at you with alarm in his bright blue eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

“No,” you mumbled, “I just…I haven’t shaved–you know, down there–in a little while.”

Luke processed your words, letting a moment of silence draw out, before his eyes crinkled as he smiled, looking at you as though you’d gone crazy, “So?”

“‘So?’?” You echoed, your fingers playing with the grass beside you, thanks to the nerves that were present.

“'So’,” Luke confirmed, nodding and grinning at you. His left hand rubbed your thigh soothingly, “Who cares? I heard pubic hair is good for you anyways. Apparently it protects the vulva and fights against–”

“Luke!” You cut him off, cringing, and he giggled somewhat self-consciously, his head hanging before he brought his gaze back up to yours. He kissed your clit over your panties again, keeping your eyes locked as he did so, making the action all the more sensual, “I don’t care about it. Okay?”

You let silence hang in the cool air for a few moments before nodding, “Okay.”

Luke shot you the gentlest of smiles before his fingers fastened onto the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs sluggishly. You swallowed a lump in your throat as your dripping core was met with the cool breeze of the winds, goosebumps erupting on your arms–partially from the cold, partially from being completely vulnerable in front of your friend.

Was he even a friend anymore? You had no idea.

“Y/N, you’re gorgeous,” Luke mumbled almost incoherently, his electric eyes trained on your most intimate parts. You shifted uncomfortably under his stares, hoping to snap him out of it. When he paid your squirms no attention, you attempted to close your thighs, whining out his name in a low protest.

“Stop,” he ordered, his fingers tapping the skin of your outer thighs gently. His gaze raked over your entire body, chest puffing in and out as he took in your nakedness, almost believing that he was dreaming–it was only a matter of time before he would wake.

And then he was standing up, fumbling with his belt and cursing at the difficulty of removing the article of clothing. You watched with amused eyes as the strip of leather finally slid from the loops on his jeans, dropping to the ground with a quiet clang. He quickly unzipped his bottoms, wrestling them over the large bulge of his crotch and leaving him in a black pair of Calvin Klein’s.

You watched with wide eyes and a dry throat, studying the bare skin of his body. His legs were long, sparse blonde hair decorating his calves and his thighs, matching the shade of the barely-there trail of hair that travelled from his navel and disappeared under the hem of his briefs. His chest was pale and broad, his jugular jumping as his fingers latched onto his boxers and he quickly tugged them down.

You tried to avoid looking anywhere near his lower half. But it was impossible. Your eyes fell to his cock, skinny but long. It slapped up against his stomach once he’d wrestled it free from the confines of his underwear, the black material dropping to the ground. His shaft was flushed a deep pink at the tip–a perfect replica of the colour of his lips–and was leaking a few drops of precome.

“Luke–,” you began, but once again, you came up with nothing, the words flying from your mind without hesitation.

Luke seemed to take your silence as disappointment, because he looked at you shyly from under his eyelashes, “Is it–I mean, is it enough?”

“I–,” you searched for the right words as you scrambled up to your knees, quickly mounting to your feet. You both stood there, facing each other, only a few feet apart, in the dark atmosphere of the meadow. Crickets chirped from afar, a low howling sound coming from the breeze, and in the distance, you could hear the steady creaking of that one rusty swing on the playground.

“Well,” you let out a chuckle, “You’re definitely–ah–well-endowed.”

Luke laughed when he processed your words, stepping closer to you and grabbing the sides of your face. He brought you in for a kiss, his hands soon moving to tangle in your hair, keeping your lips pressed to his for as long as you both could go without breaking apart for air.

Suddenly he pulled back, his eyes wide, “I don’t have a condom.”

You froze, your lips still slightly puckered from the hasty kisses. You bit your bottom lip, contemplating your options. “I’m clean,” you informed him, “Are you?”

“You’re asking a virgin, Y/N,” Luke let out another one of his genuine laughs, and you giggled along, momentarily forgetting that whatever little experience you had, he had even less. You nodded, looking up at him, “I’m on the pill. I mean, a condom is always good, but if not…you can always pull out?”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to,” he admitted honestly to you, looking slightly embarrassed at the fact that it was quite possible he’d blow at any random time without warning. You shrugged, “I trust you. And if you don’t, it’s completely alright,” then, with a cheeky smile, you added, “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Do you seriously have to ask?” He questioned dryly, trying to bite back a smile but failing, the corners of his lips curving up good-naturedly. You laughed softly at his tone before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer to you, meshing your bodies together. You both emitted loud gasps when his erect member brushed against your groin, sending shots of warmth down your back.

“Kiss me?” You ventured timidly, and he complied, taking your face in his hands and connecting your lips softly. Your lips were puffy and swollen, but there was a gentleness to the action that seemed to make time slow for a moment.

“We’re actually doing this,” Luke mumbled in wonder, and you smiled against his lips, nodding slightly. Together you both sunk down to the ground, you quickly swinging one leg over his lap and straddling him. Luke detached your lips so that he could focus on lining himself up with your entrance, missing it the first couple of times and eliciting a cute titter from your lips while he shot you a sheepish grin.

“Ready?” You asked him, your eyes meeting his. Their shade of blue was impeccable–a swirl of blue hues, dark and light, reminding you of a raging ocean and a calm sky all at once. Luke nodded and, grasping his shoulders, you sunk down onto his length.

“Fuck,” he squeaked when he felt your warm pussy envelope him. You couldn’t speak, your lips parted in delight, eyes closed. Under normal circumstances, you may have felt a small pinch after a short period of celibacy, but you were soaked, making the intrusion so much more smoother.

“Wow,” you breathed almost inaudibly, feeling him stretch you in a foreign yet wonderful way. You leaned back slightly, allowing his tip to brush against your spot, sending tingles down your spine as you shivered from the pleasure.

“It–fuck Y/N–it feels amazing,” Luke whispered fiercely to you, his hands finding the small of your back and pulling you back against him, your nipples grazing his chest. Finally, you opened your eyes, watching how he fought to compose himself, his face contorting into a mask of pleasure. You smiled tenderly at him, looping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your cheek against his.

“I’m going to move, okay?” You cooed.

“Fuck, please do,” he let out a guttural groan and you smirked. Slowly, you lifted your hips, Luke’s hands finding your waist and aiding you in the task, something for which you were grateful. You continued until only his tip was housed inside of you, inhaling sharply as you slid back down.

“Oh shit,” Luke mumbled, almost to himself.

You could barely breathe, the sensation halting your ability to inhale. All you could do was acknowledge the fact that Luke was inside of you, and it felt better than anything you’d even experienced. His hands swept along your back, kneading your ass in an attempt to keep himself composed, and he was biting on his bottom lip so hard that the skin turned white.

“Luke,” you breathed, “You feel so good.”

“Me?” He choked out, his eyes closed in sheer pleasure, “Please. You’re so warm–and tight–oh, fuck me.”

You complied, giggling slightly as your hips lifted, Luke helping you again. You were prepared to dip back down onto him, prepared to do all the work–it was his first time, after all–when Luke suddenly thrusted up, entering you forcefully. A pornographic moan escaped your lips as your head fell forward onto his shoulder.

“You’re not doing everything,” Luke gritted his teeth, driving up into you forcefully. His thrusts were sloppy, but you felt him graze that special spot inside of you, numbing your body, and you gasped.

“Luke,” you whimpered pathetically, bouncing and rolling your hips against him as he continued to angle himself up, meeting you halfway. You bit down on his broad, milky shoulder in order to keep your moans at bay, squeezing your eyes shut. Luke may’ve been a virgin, but he was doing well for his first time.

“Can we–?” He gasped, “Can we change positions?”

“Sure,” you nodded rapidly, and Luke grabbed onto your back, keeping you pressed against him as he mounted to his knees and reversed your roles. You were lying once again on your back, him on top of you, driving into you with a force. His sweaty hair had fallen into his eyes, and you pushed it away from his face longingly, leaning up and kissing him passionately.

“Fuck Y/N,” he gasped, “So, so good. You feel–like fuckin’ paradise, honey.”

“Luke, I–,” you were cut off by more frantic kisses, and you felt Luke near the edge. Immediately you knew that you wouldn’t reach your peak–he was just too inexperienced–but oddly enough, you didn’t mind. His thrusts grew erratic, as did the flow of his breathing, and steadying himself with his forearms, he kissed you with fervour.

“I’m covered. Come for me,” you whispered, and he groaned loudly, releasing.

There were perks, you supposed, to not being taken over by ecstasy at the same time. You could watch Luke come undone, study every aspect of his face as he conformed to the pleasure wracking through his body.

His perfectly pink lips parted, his eyes closing slightly, eyebrows raising. For a moment, his arms almost gave out, but he kept himself aloft over you. You watched as his nose twitched, feeling hot spurts of his climax fill you, the feeling odd, but not totally unpleasant. It had been the first time you’d experienced sex without a condom–taking extra precautions always.

Luke finally came down from his high, watching you sheepishly. You just smiled up at him as his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink and he muttered to you, “Sorry.”

“For what?” You smirked, pressing a kiss to his nose, “Luke, that was probably the best sex I’ve ever had. And I didn’t even come.”

He froze, looking at you with wide eyes, “You didn’t come?”

“Well, no,” you said a bit awkwardly, “But it was your first time, so–”

But Luke paid you no attention, a sense of determination sparking into his eyes. His left hand pressed against your mouth, cutting off your words, while his right hand snuck down your body, caressing your curves before his thumb found your clit.

You moaned into his hand, your back arching at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Luke was rubbing your erect nub with a passion and when you stared into his eyes you saw a fire that you knew would only be put out once he got what he wanted–and you had an idea of what it was.

“Luke,” you let out as a strangled gasp once he finally removed his hand from your lips.

He looked at you, figures and circles being rubbed into your clit harshly, making your toes tingle and feeling a knot form in your stomach. Luke leaned down to kiss your lips, moving his head afterwards to suck bruises into your neck, the small bit of pain pushing you towards your peak.

“Come on, honey,” he muttered ferociously against your throat, teeth scraping against your skin almost in an animalistic fashion. Groans and breathy whimpers were pouring from your lips, your muscles tensing as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.

And when Luke took your clit between his forefinger and thumb and pinched, you screamed.

Pleasure washed over you like a tsunami, your climax so forceful that you saw coloured spots behind the black curtain of your eyelids. You felt your body convulse, tensing and unclenching, while your nails dug into Luke’s shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indents in their wake. Luke cursed, and through your lidded eyes you saw him gazing at you just as you had done to him. Your back arched as you felt something wet rush down your thighs.

Once you came down from you high, blinking haphazardly, Luke was no longer on top of you. Propping yourself onto your elbows tiredly, you looked around, finally noticing him at your feet, kneeling and staring at your wet pussy in fascination.

“Holy shit,” he marvelled, “You squirted.” He looked up at you with wonder in his bright blue eyes, “Y/N, I just made you fucking squirt!”

“Luke,” you whined, closing your thighs, feeling mildly uncomfortable–he was staring at your most intimate parts, which were probably coated in sticky fluids, and it was just gross.

“Sorry love,” he chuckled, climbing back onto you and pressing a kiss to your lips. You hummed against his mouth satisfactorily, smiling against his pinkish and swollen lips. Luke pulled back, gazing at you amorously, and you ran your fingers through his hair, taking in his whole appearance.

His sandy hair was dishevelled, his eyes bright and joyous, and he chewed on his lip ring somewhat nervously, as if he was waiting for you to say something. Your eyes cast over the Cupid’s bow of his lips, the slight upturn of his nose, the light brown bruise under his eye. And then you realized something, staring at your friend while crickets chirped in the distance and wind swished through the grass.

Your feet no longer felt heavy as you both stood. You no longer felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, emotionless thoughts flitting through your brain. Instead, you felt awake, alive for the first time in weeks, willing to smile–a real genuine smile–rather than forcing it for the sake of others.

Luke’s face had almost healed–and so had your heart.


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