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malia & kimberly | cuddle city | 268 words
“It’ll be fun! And it’ll feel good when it’s over.”
Malia wrinkles her nose a bit as they make their way into the spa, already detesting the overly perfumed lobby. The smells find a way to assault her all at once, and her face scrunches a little more before she can’t fight it and she sneezes hard, twisting her head to the side so that she doesn’t sneeze on anyone else.
“It smells like garbage.”
“It’s not as bad as garbage.”
“It smells like really good smelling garbage.”
“That statement doesn’t make any sense. Garbage doesn’t smell good.”
“This garbage does.” Malia sighs dramatically but she doesn’t leave, just looking around and trying to see if there is an easy chance to escape on the off chance that she may be allowed to escape somewhere along the way. Maybe Kimberly will have mercy on her and not force her to put these terrible smelling things on her face and making her sneeze a lot. She doesn’t think the odds are high, exactly, but maybe there’s a chance. Then, almost as though she knows what she’s thinking:
“Just try it. If you try it and you don’t like it then that’s fine, we don’t have to do it again.”
“Fine.”
The attendant leads the way into one of the back rooms and she can already pick up the scented oils and other unwanted smells. She opens her mouth to say something, and Kimberly shakes her head.
“You haven’t even had a treatment yet. You have to wait till we’re done.”
Well. If she has to.
seth & wynonna | from dusk till dawn/wynonna earp | 372 words
“It’s not me you have to convince.” Wynonna picks up her beer and leans back in the booth at Shorty’s, an amused look crossing her features as she goes to take a sip. “It’s Dolls.”
“Dolls,” Seth scoffs, shaking his head a bit as he does the same, matching her posture in the booth. “Since when do we need his say so?”
“Since he’d be the one keeping all of us out of jail.”
Seth makes a face for a moment, before nodding. “Okay, that’s fair.”
“It also might be nice for him to have our backs out there.”
“Sure he isn’t going to shoot it? Mine, not yours.”
“I think I can manage to keep you from getting shot by our local law enforcement.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
Silence lapses between them for a moment, and Wynonna is watching him with that intense kind of gaze that most people don’t expect from her. “Barfly” and “screw up” are usually top of the list, but Seth knows better. He knows she’s sharper than that and there’s something she’s after.
“What?”
Wynonna gives a small shrug. “Just wondering what exactly it is your after that you need the Heir for. Or how you knew the Heir was a thing to begin with.”
Seth takes a deep breath, before picking at the label of his beer. “You ever heard of culebras?”
“Nope.”
“Snake vampires.” There’s a wide eyed look at that, and he nods. “Yeah, I know. But apparently on one of its resurrections, this revenant stole something important from a culebra who happened to be passing through, and I want to get to it before they figure out that revenants are rising again.”
“That’s some fucking coincidence.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve learned to make coincidences work in my favor.”
She takes a deep breath as she straightens again, letting her elbows rest on the table. “Know which revenant it is?”
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a maybe.” He grins at her and she shakes her head. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“I honestly can’t promise you that.”
“You pay for drinks when we’re done.”
“That I can do.”
“Deal.”
seth & kate | castle/from dusk till dawn | 282 words
Especially when his back hits a door that’s not quite closed, it swings open violently, and he tumbles backwards into the floor hard.
“Shit … shit!”
His arms windmill, but it doesn’t do much good, and it does absolutely nothing to slow their descent. The wind gets knocked out of him briefly when he finally hits the ground, and then he groans as she lands on top of him, before laughing, letting his head fall back a bit.
“That went smoother in my head.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it did.” Kate looks up at where the bed is, and shakes her head. “And we almost made it, too.”
“Almost.” He follows her gaze back to the bed, then glances back to the door. He shifts a bit before nudging the door with his foot to close it. “I mean, we could still make it.”
Kate raises an eyebrow, glancing back at what he’s doing, and then smirking as the door closes. “I’m game if you are.”
He grins in return, and as he leans in to kiss her again, before gathering her up and continuing on their trek to the bed. It’s probably a lot safer than making out on a frat house floor anyway.
freya & stefan | tvdverse | 308 words
“Is this how we’re really going to do this?”
“Do you want to learn to control your magic or not?”
Freya raise an eyebrow in Stefan’s direction, and he raises one right back, but eventually caves and gives a huff before closing his eyes. She never thought that teaching Stefan magic was going to be simple, because she knows enough about Stefan to know that he has a tendency to cause trouble, but she’s not going to be the one to blink first, that’s for sure. When he gives in and closes his eyes, she smiles and does the same, reaching for his hands.
“Find a connection to the ground and let it flow through you.”
“Let me guess – the next step is deep breathing?”
“If it gets you to be quiet and actually relax, I am all for it.”
He thinks she doesn’t see him stick his tongue out at her. She totally sees it. There’s then a huff of a sigh as she leans in, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning in to kiss him suddenly. At first he startles, not sure what to do, but then his hands move to her waist and he relaxes into the kiss, taking the time to pull her closer. She doesn’t let herself go that far, however, just enough to get his attention before she pulls back.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re here to practice.”
“That’s what I thought too, and then you did that.”
“Well, if you want to do more of that, you should probably take the opportunity to focus on your training and not being a distraction.”
Stefan eyes her for a moment, before sighing and shaking his head. “I regret asking you to be my teacher a little bit.”
She laughs. “Oh trust me. We haven’t even gotten started yet.”
ben & elena | feel the noise | 398 words
“What happened?”
“You two passed out on the couch like a bunch of wimps.”
She picks out Jeremy’s voice as her eyes finally manage to make out his form, one hand coming up to rub at her eyes with a bit of a groan. “What time is it?”
“Little after six in the afternoon.” Jeremy crosses the room towards them, picking up the remote and going to switch off the TV. The screen is taunting them with the “Are you still watching …” screen and Elena winces as she finally settles into a sitting position.
“Great.”
“It could have been worse,” Ben smirks. “It could have been six am.”
That earns him a mild look from Elena, and that look gets transferred to Jeremy when she sees the look on his face. “What?”
“Nothing. Just amused that you guys are getting old.”
“We are not getting old.”
“You can’t even Netflix and chill without falling asleep.”
“That doesn’t mean we’re old.”
“She’s right.” Ben nods in agreement, sliding an arm around her shoulders. “We’re not old. We’re just busy people who aren’t getting enough sleep.”
“Exactly,” Elena says with a nod. “Don’t judge us.”
“Uh-huh,” Jeremy shakes his head, before turning to head back to his room. “Might as well go to bed, you missed the early bird special.”
Elena tosses a pillow after him, the sound of cotton smacking into the doorframe, and leans back against Ben with a pout, but when she looks back at him, he has a curious look on his face. “What?”
“You know, your brother might not have had a terrible idea.”
“What do you mean?” He smirks at her again, before leaning in to whisper the rest of that idea in her ear. Her eyes widen and she nods. “You’re right. We should absolutely go to bed.”
Ben scoops her off the couch with a shriek of a laugh and off they head to Elena’s bedroom. Jeremy may regret this suggestion later, but for right now, they need to get to the “chill” part of Netflix and chill.
rosario & bea | knights of legend | 327 words
When Bea walks in with a bag full of Taco Bell, however, looking equally surprised when she sees the contents of their kitchen counter, neither of them really know why things went down the way they did.
“What’s that?” Rosario asks, eyebrows raised.
“Dinner,” Bea replies. “You said yes to Taco Tuesday.”
“Yes. And as a result I made tacos.”
“Well, I meant that I would pick up tacos from Taco Bell.” She lifts up the bag and jiggles it slightly, as though to say “here they are.”
“When over the course of our entire relationship have I ever eaten Taco Bell?” If Rosario seems like she’s offended by such a thing, it’s probably because she is. It’s not as though she’s some kind of shunner of fast food, it’s just that Taco Bell is offensive to her taste buds. But it’s also entirely possible that they’ve never had a reason to have this conversation.
“Considering we haven’t been dating very long, that’s not really enough information to rule out an entire restaurant, babe,” Bea looks more amused than annoyed that this is the hill that Rosario has chosen to die on, apparently it is.
“I’m not putting that in my mouth.”
“That’s fine.” Bea laughs before making her way over to the table. “You eat your tacos, and I’ll eat mine.”
“Are you sure you want to eat that?”
“I think I’ll survive. I’ve been eating it for years and it hasn’t killed me yet.”
“I think ‘yet’ is the key word in that sentence, sweetie.”
barry & thea | knights of legend | 477 words
Barry swings into the dining room where Thea is waiting, bearing multiple brown paper bags of everyone’s favorite treat, and he passes one of them off for Thea for her to go to town, while keeping the rest for himself.
“Are you sure this is how you want to choose to show off?” She asks as she goes to pull out her meal, picking and choosing from various items until she finds the one she wanted. “You could really come to regret this later.”
Barry shrugs as he begins to line up neatly wrapped tacos along one end of the table, quickly adding up to far more than any one man can eat all on his own, but Barry’s stomach tended to exceed expectations in terms of how much he can stuff in it. And he was about to prove all of that right. “It’s been a while since I’ve had tacos. I don’t think my body is going to settle for anything else.” He then shrugs. “Besides, I’m pretty sure whatever damage is done, my super healing should help it pass pretty fast.”
“Alright,” she sighs, moving to sit next to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Guess we’ll just have to see if you can put your money where your mouth is.”
“Guess we will.” Barry laced his fingers together before stretching them out in front of him. “Ready to do this?”
“Let’s go.”
An hour later, the table is completely clear of all tacos and they have a pile of white wrappers that Barry is folding into taco wrapper origami swans just to have something to do with his hands, and Thea is leaning back in her chair, hands against her stomach.
“We should sign you up for one of those eating competitions.”
“I think that would be cheating.”
“Who cares? You just do it once so you can be famous for five minutes and then disappear into obscurity.”
He laughs. “Well, if I ever have to go undercover at a state fair, I know which way to go.” He finishes the second origami crane and he places the two of them together, face to face, and leans back with a small smile. Thea shifts in her chair to look at them, and he grins at her.
“You nerd.”
“You like this nerd.”
“Don’t remind me.” She smirks as she leans in to kiss him. “We’re not keeping them.”
“Fine.”
He’ll just make her real ones later. But for now he’ll just let her distract him with kissing.
stefan & allison | teen wolf/tvdverse | 319 words
She tells him this over and over throughout the years, each time a big battle comes to Beacon Hills, or something goes down in Mystic Falls. She tells him this she starts to get older, age past him, start to falter. He stays with her as people start mistaking him for her brother, her son, her grandson. They’ve had to stop having dates in public, for all the misconceptions they were getting, but that doesn’t stop them from finding time to themselves all their own.
It doesn’t really sink in until the doctor’s start giving him meaningful looks about her health and mentioning things like “preparing for the inevitable.” He isn’t ready to let her go, but he also knows that his life isn’t what she wants.
They’re lying in bed after the last appointment, her head resting against his shoulders, and she says it again, and he shakes his head a bit, one hand coming up to brush away the curls in front of her face. “I was never going to be ready.”
“I know.” She’s quiet for a moment, before closing her eyes. “But we had a good life.”
“We did.” It was the kind off peace that Stefan had never really known, even with the chaos that is Beacon Hills. For a long time, they had a life together, and while that life had had it’s ups and downs, he wouldn’t trade it for anything. “I’m still going to miss you, though.”
“I’ll miss you too.” She pushes up, leaning in to kiss him softly. “And I’m not gone yet.”
“No you are not.” He smirks a bit. “What do you want to do about it?”
She shakes her head a bit, before starting to roll to her feet. “I was thinking dinner.”
“Fine. Dinner it is.”
Odds that he will try to persuade her into more than dinner later: high.
stefan & damon | tvdverse | 354 words
“Shouldn’t we be trying to get out of here, Stefan?”
“Maybe. But Bonnie trapped us in here for a reason, so I’m just going to take advantage of it.”
“Elena is out there – ”
“Yes, and this was also probably Elena’s idea.” Stefan pulls the two glasses he grabbed from behind the bar closer to him, and goes to pour them both a glass of bourbon. “Which means that Elena is going to do what Elena wants to do, and instead of trying to scowl that boundary spell into submission, you should just come over here and have a drink with me.”
Damon is still scowling, but he does as Stefan says, making his way over to the table and dropping down into the seat across from his brother. Stefan fills the glasses and passes one over to him, before going to take a sip of his own.
“I mean, there are worse places she could have trapped us.”
“So you’re pro being trapped in the Grill for an undetermined amount of time.”
“There’s booze,” he raises his glass in a toasting gesture, “there’s food. There’s pool. I mean, we could have been trapped in a cave, or a tomb, or whatever other dumb clichés she had to choose from. At least this way, we’re still part of civilization.”
“Fair enough.” Damon pauses for a moment, before knocking his glass back and swallowing hard. “So I suppose it’s up to us to entertain ourselves, then.”
Stefan gives a small shrug in return. “What did you have in mind?”
When Bonnie does finally return for them, it’s entirely possible she finds Stefan sleeping on the pool table, Damon passed out in one of the booths, and so, so many empty bottles of booze littered all around. But honestly, she trapped them in a bar. Stefan doesn’t know what she actually expected.
dean & wynonna | supernatural/wynonna earp | 388 words
“Dean …”
“Hell no.”
“Dude.” Sam’s tone is one that Dean knows well. It’s his “you’re being a little bitch” tone, and while Dean resents the implication, he also knows that Sam isn’t completely wrong. Pimping him out to a revenant that has a habit of depriving men of their family jewels is not his idea of a good time, though, and he feels like he definitely has enough of a right to object over this.
“You do realize we’re not going to let her actually get you, right?” Wynonna raises a teasing eyebrow as she moves closer. “It’d kinda be counterintuitive to my interests.”
He raises an eyebrow at her in return, and while that does make him feel a little bit better, he still knows how jobs like this tend to go, and he is not going to let his brain be completely ruled by his dick right now. After all, he’s trying to protect it.
“Should I start withholding sex then?” Wynonna glances over at Sam. “Do you think that will work?”
Sam’s face clearly indicates that he has regrets with involving himself in this conversation. “No comment.”
“You did get how incredibly personal this is, right? The bond between a man and his junk is stronger than any – ”
“If you do this, and follow through, I’ll finally let you meet Doc.”
There’s a long pause of silence as Dean processes that sentence. “Doc Holliday?”
“The one and only.”
Dean turns that over in his mind for a moment, and he can see Sam has reengaged in the conversation again in his peripheral, looking at his brother like he doesn’t quite know what to expect, and eventually Dean swallows hard and looks up at the ceiling.
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
His shoulders sag a bit as he finally caves before nodding. “Fine! Fine, I’ll do it. But I swear to God, if you’re yanking my chain –”
“I would never.” Wynonna smirks as she kisses him on the cheek, before moving towards the door. Sam is smirking at his brother over his shoulder, and Dean waits until the door to the motel room closes before she addresses him.
“You two better be …”
“Don’t worry man,” Sam smirks, clapping him on his shoulder. “I’ll make sure you make it to your date unscathed.”
steve & laurel | dctv/marvel cinematic universe | 523 words
It’s also fortunate that the Tornado Twins, as Cisco has taken to affectionately calling them, are too young to really control their powers long term, so it’s not so much that the little toddlers who have just learned to run are phasing through walls and throwing lightning, just like their dad. It’s more like they’ll develop small bursts of speed that will take them halfway across the room, before the hypoglycemia will catch up with them and they’re too tired to go further. At which point, Steve scoops them up, having kept pace for the most part, takes them back to the couch, gives them a popsicle, and the cycle starts all over again.
Eventually the night ends with the West-Allen twins curled up in a ball and dozing on the couch and Steve gently deposits them in sleeping bags on the living room floor so they don’t fall off, before following Laurel back towards the bedroom and collapsing down on the bed with a sigh.
“They really wore you out, huh?” she laughs as she makes her way closer, moving to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. “Never thought I’d see the day where Captain America was getting winded.”
“Neither did I. Don’t tell Sam it was because of two three year-olds.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” she murmurs as she pushes up on the bed, before leaning in to kiss him softly. “I think it was cute, though. And I know the twins had a blast with a babysitter who could actually keep up.”
“Good,” he nods with a small smile as she moves to settle next to him. “It was nice having them here.”
She watches him curiously for a moment, before she stretches out more, resting her head on her arm so that she’s eye level with him. “We never really talked about it before.”
“What?”
“Kids.”
“Oh.” He gives a small shrug, his face falling a bit as though he’s worried he’s going to disappoint. “It never really came up. And I wasn’t really sure it was in the cards with what I do.”
Laurel nods for a moment, before giving a small shrug. “I’ve always wanted them. Just had a hard time finding the right guy.”
“And you think I am?”
“I think you could be, if it’s something you want.”
“But –”
“Steve. You’re over ninety years old. I think you’re allowed to retire.” He gives her a bit of a look at that, because that wasn’t what he was going to object to, and she nods as she continues. “But also we can’t keep putting our lives on hold for the rest of the world. Eventually we have to choose us.”
Steve nods for a moment, before swallowing hard. “I’ll think about it.”
“Okay.” That’s all she really wants him to do, at any rate, so she shifts her position a bit, taking one of his arms to wrap it around her and curling up with her back against his chest. “We should get some sleep. They’re probably going to be up early.”
He nods, shifting to relax comfortably around her, before brushing a kiss against her shoulder. “Night, Laurel.”
“Night, Steve.”
jessica & elektra | marvel cinematic universe | 320 words
Unconventional relationships have always been Jessica’s forte, hooking up with the people who she seemed to least likely to attract and doing it in the most uncomfortable way she possibly could. She and Elektra certainly had something before the Hand decided to interfere, though they never really took the time to figure out what that thing was. There were never long nights in either of their apartments, or long conversations about where their future was going.
In fact, everything they were had always been everything that Elektra was – impulsive, violent and exhilarating. But it’s safe to say, that that is no longer what Elektra is. Or at least, that isn’t who she is right now. It’s still strange, some days, to go to bed and have someone else curled up next to her, someone who she can count on. In theory.
Everything with Elektra tends to be in theory.
Still, she climbs into bed and curls onto her side, wrapping an arm around Elektra’s waist and pulling her in closer. The other woman doesn’t stir, though it’s also possible that Elektra isn’t asleep either. All that matters is that she’s there, and they’ll figure out the rest eventually.
Step by step, one day at a time, all that bullshit.
“Did you solve the case?”
“Not yet.”
Elektra nods once, one hand brushing over Jessica’s arm in a gesture that is probably meant to be a comfort, but doesn’t quite land. Physical contact is still a thing she’s learning, but Jessica is okay with it. As far as she’s concerned, they can take their time.
“I’m sure you will tomorrow.”
She smiles softly at that, before nodding, and closing her eyes. “I’m sure I will too.” She doesn’t quite believe it, but pessimism is something that she’ll save for Trish tomorrow.
For now, Elektra believes in her, and for now that’s enough.
max & chase | paradisa | 454 words
Chase looks up at her as she places the glass in front of him, before making a face at the incredibly vibrant pink of the drink in front of him. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you bought me the book, and I am bored.” Most people around Paradisa are bored these days, with the castle having culled their population considerably. A lot of the old guard has disappeared, leaving Chase and Max with a flock of Paradisa newbies, and the regular flailing over the journals is enough to drive a girl to drink. Unfortunately, this girl can’t actually get drunk, so she inflicts these emotions on someone who can. “Try it.”
“I think you’re covering.” But he does sip the drink, making a face when he tastes how sweet it is. “I think you’re trying to get me drink so you can take advantage of me. Too sweet.”
She rolls her eyes as she takes the drink from him, dumping the rest of it, before flipping the page to the next recipe in her 101 Drinks for Bartenders book. “And why would I want to do that?”
“Because I’m a very attractive man, and you’re bored.”
“Unfortunately, Doc, you’re not really my type.” She flips through the pages for a moment before another drink catches her eye. Chase almost seems offended by the comment, straightening a bit as she goes to fetch the ingredients.
“I’m everyone’s type.”
“Everyone. Even lesbians.”
There’s a pause. “Well, not lesbians, obviously.”
“Or straight dudes.”
“Probably not them either.”
“So what you’re actually saying is that you’re the type of gay dudes and straight girls.”
“Yes. But given that you are a straight girl, or at least interested in men, that means I am, in fact, your type.”
“Yeah. That’s not how types work.” She finishes whipping up the next drink and placing it in front of him. “Try it.”
He grumbles for a moment, before taking a sip and his eyes light up a bit. “Good! This is good!”
“Good.” She lets her eyes wander up for a moment, glancing around the room. The Lux used to have so much more life to it, but for the moment, all she can really see are ghosts. There’s a pang as she swallows for a moment, and when she glances back to Chase, she could see a more sober look on his face.
“I miss them too.”
She nods for a moment, before fixing herself a matching drink and hopping over the bar to join him. “C’mon. I feel like we should take these drinks to the beach.”
Chase pauses for a moment, before nodding and gesturing for her to lead the way. “Let’s go.”
buffy & tim | buffyverse/justified | 485 words
Buffy almost looks offended as one hand comes up to cover her heart – almost. She knows he’s not entirely serious at the suggestion, but also considering that she is sitting in an interrogation room because she was arrested by his boss for being somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be, an argument could be made that that is exactly what she’s trying to do.
“I would never. I didn’t realize that my thing was actually a marshal-adjacent thing.”
Tim sighs as he goes to sit across from her, giving her one of those long silent looks that indicates that she’s in trouble, but what comes next will determine exactly how much. “How do you know Kevin Alvarez?”
“I don’t.”
“Then what were you doing there?”
“I was there for his daughter, Cara.”
And that doesn’t seem to go over any better, but it’s not like she can just spit out the truth in the middle of a federal marshal office. She had known that not telling him about the whole Slayer thing would bite her on the ass eventually, but they were having such a good time, and she didn’t think that his work and her work would intersect in the form of a potential Slayer being held in witness protection.
“Cara didn’t mention knowing you.”
“Well, as you know I run a girl empowerment program.” Girl Power Incorporated, or something else equally dumb. “I was told by one of my volunteers that Cara would make a good candidate. Neither of us realized she was in witness protection.”
“And you just happened to be there as the Rivera Cartel showed up to take their pound of flesh.”
“Weird, freaky coincidence, right? Who would have thought?”
“Uh-huh.” Tim looks very tired, but Buffy is also hoping it’s the kind of tired that means that she’s neither getting arrested nor getting dumped. He reaches up to rub his eyes, before nodding. “Look, we don’t have anything to keep you, but I’d appreciate it if you kept away from the cartels and my witness for the time being.”
“I can absolutely do that.”
“Good.” He gestures for her to get to her feet so he can walk her out, and when they reach the elevator, he reaches over to push the button for her. “We need to talk about this when I get home.”
Buffy swallows a bit, before look up at him with a nod. “I swear I’m not a member of a drug cartel.”
“I know. But there is something I’m missing, isn’t there?” Buffy glances away and he sighs, before gesturing for her to get on the elevator. “I’ll bring home dinner. We’re going to talk.”
“Great.” The doors to the elevator close and she rolls her eyes up to the ceiling with a sigh. “Yeah. This is definitely going to go great.”
She should probably get some booze too.