#(I did have a different prompt for today but that became long enough to become its own one shot 😂)

[fazedlight]

Alone (rift with hopeful ending, content note for self-harm)

The problem is me, Kara thought.

She collapsed to her living room floor, panting and panicked, still feeling the kryptonite in her veins as she watched her best friend try to kill her. The problem is me. I’m not supposed to be here.

“One more go?” Mxy said.

Kara didn’t answer. She shoved herself off the floor, making her way to her couch to sit down, staring at a wall as her panting began to slow.

Mxy’s brow furrowed curiously as he took a seat next to her, but Kara wouldn’t meet his eyes. So he waited, and waited, watching the kryptonian as she thought through the problem.

Finally, Kara spoke. “There’s one more reality I want to see,” she said.

“That is?”

Kara turned up to him. “I want to see the world, if I had died on Krypton.”

Mxy froze. “I can’t show you that.”

“Why not?”

“I can only show you changes in your life, your choices,” Mxy said. “I can show you the events immediately following your death. But Krypton died decades ago - I can’t show you Lena so far after.”

Kara frowned, leaning up against the couch. “Then there’s something I have to do.”

---

Lena was making tea when Kara tapped down on her balcony that evening. Though it was close to 11pm, when most of the city was preparing for bed, it seemed that sleep was alluding the Luthor just as much as it was alluding Kara.

Lena tensed as she watched Kara step into her living room - wariness and cold anger highlighting her features. Kara didn’t offer greetings or niceties, knowing that Lena would prefer she leave sooner rather than later. “I’m being given a chance,” Kara said, “To rewrite time.”

“Rewrite time?” Lena asked.

Kara’s jaw tensed nervously - a flicker as she thought about the hourglass in her suit pocket, the timepiece that Mxy had given her if she made the choice he told her not to make - before speaking again. “I am being allowed one chance to change history,” Kara said. “I can make it so that we never meet.”

Lena’s eyes widened.

“Is that what you want?” Kara asked quietly.

“Yes.”

---

Kara flew.

She didn’t say goodbye - there was no point. She told Lena the change would happen at midnight, that the Luthor will wake to a new day without having ever known Kara Danvers. No memory of her old life, no memory of the pain or betrayal. It would simply be morning.

She thought about saying goodbye to her sister, to Eliza - even to going back to Argo to see her mother. But she couldn’t bring herself to. If Alex realized something was off and dug deeper, if Eliza soothingly tried to prepare some hot cocoa, Kara wasn’t sure she could go through with what needed to be done.

Kara landed outside the Fortress, walking inside the hallowed grounds of what was the only piece of Krypton on Earth. She had thought of it all too often in the aftermath of Krypton’s destruction - how death was always in solitude, and the Fortress was as good a place as any.

She reached inside her pocket, pulling out the palm-sized hourglass - given to her by a Mxy who wanted no part in all of this, telling her she ought to smash the device instead of activating it. But Kara set it gently on the console, and sand began to flow.

She exited again, floating up to the roof of the Fortress. It was cold, dark. Not that it could penetrate her skin, as she looked up to the skies.

This is forbidden, came the idle thought, an affront to Rao.

Kara ignored the bubbling thoughts, pushing back the lump in her throat. After all, she wouldn’t really exist anymore - there would be no one to punish for any transgression she committed. A thirteen-year-old child would flee Krypton in her father’s pod, but the debris from her dying planet would ensure she’d never wake up again. The Kara that existed now would simply not, and no affront to Rao would be made.

“She’s worth it,” Kara murmured up to the stars, eyes landing on a faint red glow in the distance.

---

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

Lena had realized her error as soon as Kara left - as soon as Lena had had more than two seconds to think through the implication of we never meet.

Not haven’t met yet, not haven’t met as Kara and Lena - but to never meet at all? There was only one way to keep that sort of promise. Kara, don’t you dare…

Like a fool, she had run out the door, landing on the steps of Kara’s apartment building in the dead of night only to find that the blonde wasn’t there. Lena cursed herself as she rushed back to her condo, digging for the portal watch and praying she had enough time. The Fortress, she thought, that’s the only other place she’d be.

Lena prayed she was right as she stepped through the portal field, mentally planning on how she’d need to call Alex or Nia or anyone to find out where Kara was, before the kryptonian did something so utterly fucking stupid-

“Fuck,” Lena murmured, glancing around the ice walls. She’s not here.

More than that, the Fortress was cold. Not that those rooms were ever balmy - but the door had been left wide open, allowing an arctic breeze to send a damning chill through Lena’s bones. The North Pole is around -40 degrees, she thought, scrambling for her watch as she could feel her fingers already getting numb.

But to her relief, the cold didn’t last long - she heard the shift of the door behind her, could feel the stagnation of the wind. A heartbeat later, she turned to find impossibly warm arms around her. “Lena,” Kara murmured worriedly, “What are you doing here?”

“How is it that we never meet?” Lena pleaded, ignoring Kara’s question. “What happens that prevents us from meeting?”

Kara stilled.

“Kara-”

“You won’t remember me,” Kara said, holding her tighter, “You won’t remember this.”

“You’ll be dead!”

Lena struggled against Kara, but she could only feel the kryptonian’s infuriating hold, preventing her from going anywhere. “It won’t be much longer,” Kara said softly, turning her head to her side, “You’ll be free.”

Lena followed Kara’s gaze, her eyes landing on the Fortress console. It was then that she noticed it - the small hourglass on top, sand ticking through the narrow waist. She doesn't have much time, Lena realized, noting that Kara might only have minutes left.  “Kara, don’t-” Lena struggled again, “I don’t want you dead!”

“I don’t want you in pain,” Kara said simply. “I love you too much for that.”

Lena glanced up at Kara. You love me?, Lena thought, the seeming impossibility washing over her. She feels what I feel?

Because Lena thought she had been obvious, years ago. The flirting and the flowers and the solemn confessions - compassionately denied for a friendship instead, which Lena tried to graciously take. Even if Kara didn’t feel the same way, Lena had wanted her in her life.

But Lena saw something different in that moment - maybe a kryptonian who couldn’t cross that line while carrying secrets. 

And maybe there was hurt and pain and being wronged… but ever since the night in the very Fortress they were standing in - where Lena had once walked away after encasing Kara in toxic air, after manipulating her and stealing from her - Lena found it harder and harder to look at herself in the mirror. Is this what we’re supposed to be?, Lena wondered, two people who just hurt each other?

It doesn’t have to be this way.

Lena’s fingers slipped up Kara’s shoulders, tugging firmly on the collar as Kara turned towards her with somber blue eyes. Lena knew she could never fight arms powered by the yellow sun, couldn’t argue with the kryptonian’s foolish sense of duty. 

So she did what she wished she had done years ago. Tipping her head slightly, pushing up on her toes to counter Kara’s boots, Lena pressed her lips against Kara’s own.

The kiss was soft. Chaste. No more than soft lips meaning soft lips. Where first kisses were usually of joy or lust, there was none of that here as Kara stilled, as Lena let her work through her confusion and fear. There was only a solemn confession, and the kryptonian who was uncertain of how to accept it.

Lena broke away. “Stay with me,” she whispered. “Don’t leave me alone.”

Kara’s eyes darted between Lena’s own for a moment, until her arms finally loosened, allowing Lena to pull back. Lena watched as ambivalence crossed Kara’s face as she stepped away, but she could feel nothing but relief.

Lena turned to rush to the console, fingers reaching the hourglass as it steadily trickled along, perhaps another minute or so of sand left. Lena raised her arm and threw the timepiece to the floor, smashing fragments of glass and a spray of sand across her shoes and the icy floor. If I had been any later…

Lena shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold.

She turned up to Kara again, and the blonde smiled softly back.

[ash5monster01]

Can I get Drew Starkey with prompt 2.??

First Love

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Pairing: Drew Starkey x FemReader

Warnings: mentions of heartbreak, fluff, established relationship

2. You find an old love letter from your high school sweetheart, do you reach out?

word count: 2k

Masterlist

Valentine’s Day always brought up old memories. Thoughts to a time that didn’t even feel like you had lived it anymore. So much had changed, things you never really expected too. It’s weird that it feels so much heavier this year. Maybe since it had been ten years. A decade later and your life was not what you had wanted or expected it to be. Which explains why you pull the box stuffed away in your closet out. A layer of dust covering the top and you slowly blow it away as you pull the lid open to memories you hadn’t revisited in a very long time.

It’s the big things you notice first. The pair of roller skates you seemed to live in sophomore year of high school. A stack of year books with worn covers and faded signatures on the inside. A hoodie, one from him that overtime just became yours. Then it was the pictures. So many pictures it made you realize just how much of your life had been intertwined with his. It may have been ten years since but it was still ten years together before. Trying your best to avoid your young smiling face you find a stack of letters, rubber banded together with handwriting that is all too familiar. You knew it maybe wasn’t the best idea to read one, open old wounds, and yet you can’t stop yourself from freeing one of the envelopes.

Hello my love,

Did I happen to mention just how beautiful you looked today. I didn’t hear a single thing in Calc class because you kept brushing that perfect hair out of your face and across those shoulders. All I could think about was the smell of your perfume and wishing my head was buried in your neck. If I fail it’ll be all your fault but I wouldn’t really mind. It’d be worth it if it meant I got to keep looking at you. Just a degreeless loser with the most perfect wife. That’s right, I said wife, because I’m going to marry the hell out of you. It’s my only dream, out of all my successes in life you will always be my best one. Remember that.

Love Drew

The tears that spring to your eyes are not intentional. It was just that you had almost forgotten just how much he loved you. It was still your biggest regret that you never got to tell him just how much you loved him too. Maybe he had a girlfriend or even a different wife now but that still never stopped you from checking his Instagram and watching all of his latest movies. Which is why you’re so quick to pull up his account and scroll through the posts. He had grown up so much. He wasn’t that young 19 year old boy you used to know. He was a man now, a man you had let go of in order to not hold him back.

It’s when you accidentally double tap the screen and the heart appears do you feel your stomach drop. In instant panic you realize you’ve just become one of those crazy exes who still looks at their old boyfriend’s profile. Yet you shouldn’t feel this way. Drew was always your closest friend after all. So in order to make yourself look less crazy or possibly even more crazy, you hit the message button on the top.

Hey, was just reminiscing. So proud of all the things you have done. Hope all is well.

The internal cringe is enough for you to throw your phone across the room and pray that his famed status will keep him from ever seeing any notifications from you. Yet that isn’t proven true when your phone dings with a text from an unknown number on the other side of the room. Nervously picking it up, you prepare for whatever the text may hold.

Hey, it’s Drew. I’m really hoping this is still your number 😅

I got your DM but it feels weird messaging you of all people over Instagram

The second text comes through as you’re finished reading the first one, nerves tingling through your entire body. You hadn’t expected a DM back, let alone a text. Yet here you both were and now you had to face the consequences of your actions. You were the one who reached out first after all.

It’s still me! I would have texted but obviously your number did change

You know how awkward it seems. Texting him professionally as if he isn’t the only person in the world you are most comfortable with. You don’t have time to dwell considering another text comes through.

Yeah, I actually had to ditch it after a crazy fan incident. I would have given you my new one but honestly I figured you didn’t want it.

Of course I’d want it, no matter what you’ll be important to me

You don’t want to come off as flirty but it was true. Even if your relationship had been ten years ago. Drew held your heart and gave you every first experience of love in your life. That never goes away, he would carry those firsts around with him forever.

You home? I’m in town and I’d love to meet up

It’s not the text you expect to come after the one you just sent. Knowing Drew was so close now made you even more nervous. It had been so long. Were you really even ready for that kind of confrontation? Then again you didn’t want him to think you were still all torn up especially after you reached out to him. So you sucked it up and texted back.

Yeah! We could meet at our old place, 4 o’clock?

See you then

And just like that, you not only revisited your past memories, but were truly going to step in it. Ten years ago this was your normal routine and it was weird how getting ready for this still felt so natural after all this time. This time you put a bit more effort into your appearance. If you were going to see Drew for the first time after all these years, you had to look good.

So with your jacket wrapped tightly around you, you find yourself walking to the center of town. The bustle of familiar faces walking along the streets, colors of red and pink covering every storefront you can see. You register completely that you’re doing this on Valentine’s day. The anniversary of when you left him ten years ago. Right in front of the old diner stands Drew, bundled up and holding a single pink rose in his hand. He doesn’t see you approach right away which makes you smile just slightly.

“Hi” you hum out, all emotions leaving you but happiness. You never would’ve thought seeing him in person again would bring you this much peace. He jumps just lightly before his head swiftly turns to face you.

“Hi! There you are” he grins and you can’t help the small laugh that falls from your lips. Suddenly he’s holding the pink rose forward. “This is for you, since it’s Valentines after all”

“Are you asking me to be your Valentine?” you tease, fingers curling around the stem and lightly brushing his own. You can’t believe how long it’s been since you’ve felt his touch. Red covers the boys cheeks as you pull the flower close and take in its scent.

“No, well if you want. Yes, maybe. I don’t know anymore honestly” he flusters out and all you can do is giggle as you take a step closer to him.

“I’ll be your Valentine, considering I have been many times before” you tell him with a smile and he sighs in relief, comforted just as much by you, as you are of him.

“Let’s go inside, I don’t want you to freeze” he says, hand falling on your back and guiding you towards the door. You obey, heading straight for your old designated booth. Drew watches as you slide carefully into your side before he sits down himself.

“Look at you movie star” you grin at him after a moment, taking in his grown and handsome appearance. A fresh blush covers his cheeks as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I’m no movie star, not quite yet” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Oh please, Drew I see your face everywhere I go. Edits of you pop up on my tik tok now. Who would’ve thought my high school sweetheart would be everyone’s celebrity crush by now” you say, knocking your foot with his and he laughs lightly.

“To be honest it shocks me. At the end of the day I still am the bad guy on my claim to fame show” he says and you just smile, taking all of him in.

“That buzzed hair, been so long since I’ve seen you with shaggy hair. It’s weird how different you look and yet you’re still completely the same” you don’t mean to be sappy but sitting here of all places with him will make you like that.

“Yeah, I kinda wanted to grow it out but with filming schedules I’ve had to keep it shaved down. Maybe after though” he says running a hand over his head and you just grin.

“I can’t wait” and the sentence isn’t meant to imply you’ll be spending time together in the future, yet Drew can’t help but think of that.

“Why’d you reach out today?” he cuts to the chase and the smile quickly falls from your lips. “And don’t give me some classic bullshit response. I want the truth”

And you consider your options before finally choosing to speak.

“Every Valentine’s day I go through our box of things. Mementos of our time together, because if I’m being honest, I’m not really over it. I know I left you but it wasn’t because I didn’t love you anymore. It’s because I didn’t want to hold you back” you saw no point in lying, he deserved the truth. Even after all these years.

“You never ever held me back” he says after he lets your words sink in and you sigh, hands coming up to tug at your hair.

“It doesn’t matter Drew. I know you, you would’ve chosen me over going to LA. Chasing your dream, becoming a superstar, I wasn’t apart of that” you tell him and Drew sighs, taking a moment to think of his next words.

“You were apart of that. You always were, because none of that mattered compared to you. You were always my greatest accomplishment” and the words from that letter ring through your mind.

“Do you still love me?” you finally ask, needing to know exactly what was going through his mind.

“I never stopped” he says and finally a small smile pulls at the corner of your lips.

“Do you think I could be apart of it now? So I stop accidentally liking your instagram posts?” you ask and a belly laugh falls from the boys lips across from you.

“If you’ll have me” he says, hands reaching across and cupping yours into his own.

“Always” you tell him with a grin and just like when you two were 16 and first started to come here, he lifts off his seat and leans across the table to meet you. Searching his eyes you meet him halfway and slowly press your lips against his own. Kissing him like this again for the first time in ten years feels like a fever dream but it was perfect. He was perfect and still tasted faintly of cherries and coffee. He was the only thing you ever truly wanted.

And you got him back.

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 2

Your Fave Relationship

There was not really another option in my mind when I read the prompt for day 2. The world doesn't have enough of bantering Scandinavian guitarists so that's what I'm offering today.

Specifically, I wanted to focus on the enigmatic of their relationship, because they're a couple of weirdos. That I love, of course.

When Skwisgaar walked into the kitchen, he found his own face staring back at him, in the form of a mug. Toki usually had his morning coffee in the skull-shaped mug that had his likeness, this was nothing new. And it certainly was nothing Skwisgaar had to point out. Toki wanted to be him, but who didn’t, really? 

He also did an astounding negative effort to become nothing like Skwisgaar. Not in the parts that mattered, anyway.

“You knows it ams records kings deys todays, rights?” Skwisgaar said, in lieu of a greeting. “Can’ts keeps sayingks you wills practiske laters nows.”

“Oh, shuts up, Skwisgaar.” Toki rolled his eyes with disinterest. He took another and empty eye sockets glared at Skwisgaar. “You don’ts scares me.”

“Yous playingks ams whats scaries.” Skwisgaar blurted with a smirk.

Toki said nothing, but gripped his mug so tightly that the veins on his hands became noticeable. Skwisgaar never really understood why he did that sometimes. 

“Euh…sees you later at the studios…” He awkwardly said, in the manner of a farewell.

–

Skwisgaar watched Toki play the chords he wrote for him in the wrong succession for the upteempth time. “Wrongs!” He yelled, walking up to him. “It ams twos, twos, fours and thens twos agains! How manies times I gotsa tells you this?”

“Dats whats I dones!” Toki defended himself. “I dids two fours and thens-”

“Twos and twos first!” Skwisgaar dragged his hands across his face with exasperation. It had been so long trying to get Toki to record his track that the other three just left to eat. Skwisgaar was angry, starving and most of all in disbelief over Toki’s stupidity. It’s like he got dumber over time. “You know whats? Gives to me de guitar, I does it.”

“Noes!” Toki protectively holding onto his Flying V. “I wants to plays!”

“Toos late ams gonna does it nows!”

“Noes!”

“I wills!” Skwisgaar grabbed onto the lower body of the guitar.

“You cants!” Toki grabbed the neck instead and they started struggling over the instrument. 

“Eugh, just lets goes, Toki!” Skwisgaar said with frustration, pulling from one end of the guitar. 

“You lets goes!” Toki replied, pulling from the other.

“You cants even plays!”

“It ams mine guitars!”

“Whats I can plays betters?!” 

Suddenly, there was a flash and Skwisgaar felt his face impact against solid flesh. It took him a few seconds to realize that Toki had punched him, and in turn he gave him a slap across the face. Soon enough, the attention stopped being on the guitar and on each other instead. The instrument was even propelled to the ground at some point and neither of them reacted to it, too focused on their fight.

When Toki shoved Skwisgaar against the amp wall, he took a false step and fell, but not without bringing Toki down with him. On the floor, the fight resumed, punches and kicks being delivered from both sides. While Skwisgaar had a good time stretching Toki’s cheeks, Toki, the little dildo, dug his fingers into Skwisgaar’s nose. 

“Eughh!!” Skwisgaar yelled and rolled over so he could regain control. Toki, however, was as bad with guitar as he was strong and he pinned Skwisgaar down, looking obnoxiously smug about it. 

And Skwisgaar was not about to have that so he stuck his own digits in Toki’s mouth, wiping that stupid smile off his face. Because Toki was a bit like an animal sometimes, he started chomping down, trying to bite Skwisgaar’s fingers. He narrowly avoided it, though when Toki’s tongue grazed one of his thumbs, Skwisgaar instinctively looked up.

And, even though it was far from being their first rodeo, something felt a little different. Or maybe it was that without the scowl, Skwisgaar’s fingers on Toki’s mouth had another connotation. 

Before he could even begin to think of anything else, he felt a yank coming from his scalp. It took him a few moments to realize that it was Toki pulling from his hair, forcing him to raise his face.

Their eyes met, both of them gasping from the physical effort and Skwisgaar couldn’t help noticing the flush on Toki’s cheeks. Experimentally, rather than pulling his fingers out, he shoved them deeper which made Toki grimace. A harder hair yank followed, and Skwisgaar groaned.

Toki’s eyes widened and Skwisgaar tried to feign dignity, though he was pretty sure his cheeks were betraying him. Finally, it occurred to him that having Toki on top of him wasn’t exactly helping his situation. Trying to move, however, caused the opposite effect as the motion made him grind his hips against Toki’s backside. In turn, Toki continued the friction by spreading his legs to the sides, locking Skwisgaar in his place. But Skwisgaar didn’t like being told what to do, so he lifted his upper body in an attempt to sit up, only for Toki to lean in to force him to back down. 

Stupid Toki, no matter how short the distance between them was becoming, he wasn’t going to just give up. Just because Toki didn’t care about personal space, didn’t mean he was just going to let him win. Just because their faces were so close that he could feel Toki’s breath on him, didn’t mean Skwisgaar was going to let him do what he wanted…

The door suddenly slammed open. “Whet are you two dooshbegs doin’?” Pickles asked, drinking a piña colada from a straw. 

Panicking, they unwrapped from each other and stood up, not really sure how to answer that themselves.

“Skwisgaar ams dildos.” Toki said first, clearing his throat.

“You ams dildos.” Skwisgaar countered, still looking down.

Pickles loudly slurped, more interested in his drink than what they had to say. “Okey, just don’t forget to eat or whatever.” He said and then walked away whistling.

When they were alone again, Skwisgaar side-eyed Toki. “Eugh…does you wants to goes shootingks de guns lators?”

After a moment, Toki shrugged. “Ja, okays. Whatevers.”

“Okeis.” Skwisgaar leaned down to pick the guitar.

“And dens we watch de movies I tells you de other days.” Toki added. 

“Shores.” Skwisgaar said absent-mindedly, staring at the dent at the bottom of the guitar.

“Skwisgaar?”

“Ja?” He turned to Toki.

“I hates you.”

Skwisgaar smirked. “I knows dat.” Toki was heading out when he talked again. “I hates you too.”

“Goods.” Toki didn’t even look back but Skwisgaar knew he was content.

Because he was, too. 

[autistpride]

Autism Acceptance

Prompt day 7: Performer AU

Word count: 2500

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus was so excited he couldn’t stand it. He bounced on the balls of his feet and his fists shook up and down. 

“I’d say he likes the gift,” Regulus said to Remus' mum with a laugh.

Remus could see them watching him to make sure he stayed safe as he made his way around the room. He was practically vibrating and he squealed.  

“What did you expect? You just waltz in here and announce that you got Remus a way to meet his favourite people and didn’t think he would happy stim?”

“I knew my brother and his friends were his favourite but I didn’t think he would like it that much,” Regulus shot back with a laugh before his hand shot out as if he could stop Remus from across the room. Both Hope and Regulus gasped.

Remus ran into the table and then the doorway but his squealing and movement didn’t slow.

“He’ll feel that when the excitement wears off,” Hope said with a sigh and Regulus nodded.

Regulus left the Lupin home at the end of the day. Regulus had never realised when he became a personal assistant for the Lupin family, that he would meet someone who would become his friend. Remus was not that much taller than him and he used his communication device for speaking, although he did often express himself with facial expressions and the perfect noise to express his sarcastic attitude. Remus was the master of eye rolls, eyebrow raises, smirks, snorts, and scoffs as well as the ba-dum-tsh and wa wa wa noises. 

Remus’ room was decorated in bright colours and his bed had a tent over it. He needed help with many life skills still, but none of that stopped them from becoming like two peas in a pod. Technically it was frowned upon for Regulus to have developed an attachment to a patient, but Hope and Lyall had confided in him that Remus had come out of his shell and made so much more progress with Regulus as his aid than he had with anyone else.

Remus also had a cutting dark sense of humour. The number of jokes about body bags and comments on eyes honestly bordered on concern to anyone who didn’t understand the way Remus thought. That alone was enough. But then Regulus found out that Remus loved music. And not just any music, a very obscure  small group of people who sang children's songs but in different genres. Hope apologised many times when Remus kept humming the songs while swinging in his hammock chair and yelling in frustration when the older disc would skip or scratch but wouldn’t allow anyone to help him. He listened in his headphones to the same cd anytime he was overwhelmed or tired and so he was often never without the discman. One day when Remus was busy playing in the little pool set up out in the back garden, Regulus opened the old discman and was surprised to see his brother’s face smiling up at him.  

Regulus’ relationship with Sirius was strained after all the things they went through growing up, but when he went home that day, he immediately called Sirius up and asked Sirius to meet him and to work through everything. They went to therapy together and over the months things had improved and while they would always have some hard feelings, they were friends again. So when Remus’ birthday came around that year, Regulus didn’t hesitate to ask Sirius if his friend Remus could meet Sirius. Sirius was confused why Regulus had a friend who liked his music, especially one made for children. After Regulus explained that Remus was autistic, Sirius readily agreed. He even asked what things were sensory triggers for Remus and made a list. He sent Regulus to the Lupin residence that day with the good news and ensured Regulus that he would take care of everything.

The days leading up to Remus’ birthday were long and yet too short for Remus. He was so excited the days seemed to drag on, but with every day that ended Remus would ask Regulus how many more days left. Pressing the buttons for “See friends today?” as a greeting. Regulus would laugh and make some sort of comment about how Regulus “could see where he ranked” or “I see how it is, not even a Hi Reggie.” That always made Remus laugh and he would say hello and then ask again. So Regulus helped him make a small calendar and everyday they would add a sticker to it to help count down the days. 

The night before, Remus swung in his hammock and listened to his discman. Anytime Regulus looked at him, Remus would push a button on his AAC that said, “I’m so excited!” Regulus watched while working on the paperwork for the week and would always respond, “I know. I know. Tomorrow Remus.” 

Remus went to sleep as soon as Regulus left at seven, saying that the faster he went to sleep the faster that it would be the day he met his friends. Then it was tomorrow and Regulus was knocking on the door. Remus opened it and his face dropped and he quickly pressed on his AAC, “its you.” he just held up for Regulus to read. Regulus snorted, “Hi Reggie. Morning.” Remus didn’t laugh this time and he frowned and held up his device again. “Yes, it's just me for now. It’s seven in the morning Remus, they will be here at ten. Okay?” Remus pouted but nodded and immediately went to his timer. Regulus took off his shoes and shut the door before crossing the room making sure Remus put three hours into the timer and set it back onto the shelf to count down.

When the timer went off three hours later Remus threw open the door. Regulus was across the room and dashed to Remus. Remus knew it was because Regulus was worried Remus was going to run into the road, but Remus wouldn't. Remus knew it was to ensure he didn’t leave without someone but it still was annoying that they didn’t trust him. Remus peered out the door to the empty front garden. It was ten. He set a timer. Remus glanced at his AAC. It was actually after ten now! 

“I know you’re excited Remus, but they will knock when they get here,” Regulus said softly when he took in Remus’ dejected expression. Remus nodded disappointed and right before Remus closed the door a small blue Volkswagen parked on the curb. Remus gasped and quickly looked at Regulus who grinned, “Ya thats them.” 

Remus clasped his device to his chest and shook while swaying on his feet and then froze, dropping his AAC when Sirius stepped from the car. This was why Regulus had insisted Remus keep the silicone case around it, even if Remus gnawed on it sometimes. 

Remus held his hand out to Regulus so they could go out the door. Regulus knelt down and picked up the device and took Remus’ hand. Remus squealed and pulled Regulus over the grass to the vehicle and stopped right in front of Sirius. Remus stared at Sirius, unblinking before turning to Regulus and snatching his device from Regulus and quickly finding the buttons he wanted before holding it up to Regulus. 

Regulus read it, looked at Sirius, and burst out laughing, “yes they would be perfect in it.” Remus smirked.

“What?” Sirius asked, confused.

“Do you want to tell him or should I?” Regulus asked.

Remus didn’t wait, he pressed play on his communication device and a slightly robotic male voice read out, “I want to add your eyes to my collection.” 

Regulus couldn’t help laughing at the expression of confusion and slight worry on Sirius’ face followed by James’ as he had stepped out of the driver’s side while all of this was going on.

Remus narrowed his eyes at Regulus who stopped. “Okay okay I’ll get them.”

Sirius’ expression was one of visible panic and Regulus held his phone to Sirius’ face and took a close up picture of Sirius’ eye and then showed it to Remus. “This one good?” He asked and Remus nodded, mouthing the word wow over and over.

Remus knew people thought his fascination with eyes was odd. Many people had said so, thinking that just because he used an AAC device and needed help with everyday tasks, that he was stupid. They talked about him in front of him like he wasn’t there or able to understand the things they were saying. All his past personal assistants had and Remus had decided that if they were going to treat him like that he would just be like that. That’s all they thought he would be, so he stopped trying to show them otherwise. They had treated him like a burden. 

That was until Regulus came along and he took the time to listen to Remus, to understand.

Remus carried Regulus’ phone into the lounge, staring at the picture. Sirius and James looked at each other and Regulus snorted. 

“If you guys want to set up in the lounge, that would be great.” Regulus motioned to the fairly small but tidy lounge. 

Sirius gave Regulus a small hug and then carried his guitar in. James carried an electric drum kit and his sticks. It wasn't the best, but worked in a pinch, and he could turn the sound down so it wouldn’t be as loud. Mary and Lily brought in the keyboard. Regulus took up the rear and closed the door behind them all. 

They all arranged themselves in one area of the lounge. Hope tried to stay out of the way but brought out an extension cord with a power strip for them when they needed to get everything plugged in and they couldn’t all use the one outlet. 

Regulus took his phone back from Remus with the assurance he would print the picture out for Remus so Remus sat in his hammock watching everyone setup and get ready. Regulus held out his headphones and Remus put them on as Mary counted them down and began. 

Remus rocked in his hammock as he listened. After a few songs Lily sang a soft version of happy birthday as Lyall carried out slices of cake for everyone. Remus ate his cake while everyone chatted. He wasn’t often included in group conversations because there were so many people and they talked quickly, not leaving room or time for Remus to use his AAC. 

But Sirius wouldn’t have it. He asked Remus questions or for his thoughts on the topic and waited for Remus to respond.

When the cake was finished, Remus slowly edged his way over to Sirius and gently ran his fingers over the guitar. Remus had watched the way Sirius played. He had this look about it, the same look that Remus felt when he listened to their songs or talked about eyes or cold cases.

“Would you like to try?” Sirius asked next to Remus suddenly and Remus froze as if he was going to be yelled at.

Sirius lifted the guitar off the stand and motioned for Remus to come closer. Remus stayed where he was watching Sirius ready the instrument again. Sirius slowly reached out, giving Remus time to pull away, before gently taking Remus’ hand and placing them on the strings. Remus looked at Sirius and Sirius smiled encouragingly and Remus plucked a string. It vibrated and the sound that it created made Remus so excited he squealed and his hands clenched into fists and shook. 

They continued like this for sometime before Mary and Lily started to pack up. Sirius had James take his guitar out to the vehicle. Sirius then asked Regulus if he could stay longer and Regulus told him to ask Remus. So Sirius did and a shocked Remus nodded happily.

Sirius sat talking to Remus the whole rest of the time Regulus was on his shift. Regulus sat nearby watching while filling out the paperwork he had to do for the week. 

Sirius asked Remus questions. What song did he like best? Did he have a favourite show? What about movies? What other things Remus was interested in. And he answered his own questions back for Remus to know the answers to.

He didn’t shame or judge Remus and when he found out about Remus’ fascination with eyes he asked what about them was so interesting. And Remus told him. 

Remus liked the way the colours in the eyes melted together. He liked how the pupil changes shapes depending on the lighting. But mostly, Remus liked how the eyes held so much depth and emotion. How you could almost see someone's soul when looking at them. 

Sirius stared at Remus like he had just said the most profound things and then begged Remus to let him write that down for him, that it was the most beautiful poetry Sirius had heard. Remus flushed with pride.

When seven pm rolled around, the clock sounded and Regulus started to pack up and put on his shoes when Remus darted to his room. Regulus watched from the lounge, making sure Remus went to his room and not out the door to the back garden and when the door slammed closed and Regulus sighed. 

Sirius looked shocked and concerned, “Hey what happened?”

“He likely got upset you’re leaving. Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him.���

Remus laid on his bed with the door to his tent closed and the blanket over his head. Remus heard the knock and ignored it. Sirius opened it and poked his head in. “Hey. I’m going to come in and just sit here okay. Regulus is in the lounge if you want me to get him.”

Remus bit his nails and picked the skin on his lips before eventually unzipping the tent. Remus looked out at Sirius who was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and Remus’ AAC in his hands. Sirius looked up from his phone and smiled. “Hey, it's okay to be upset, especially when meeting new people and when having a lot of new experiences going on. And because the fun day is over.”

Remus scoffed and rolled his eyes. He knew it was okay, it didn't mean it didn’t suck that the best day of his life was ending and he would never see his new friend again. 

Sirius laughed and held his phone up to Remus’ face, causing Remus to flinch. Sirius took a quick photo and then turned it to show Remus. “I think your eyes are stunning too.” 

Remus smiled. Sirius pressed a few buttons on the AAC before holding it out to Remus. Remus played it, “see friend Sirius tomorrow?” 

Remus beamed and nodded enthusiastically. 

“I'll see you tomorrow Remus,” Sirius said brightly and waved goodbye before leaving the room and the house.

Remus couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

[citrus-blade]

Meeting

Day 2 of Citrus Dreamnoblade Week with the prompt 'Meeting Parents'

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Dream had everything he could have asked for in his life. Home, Job and a lovely fiance. But before his life could actually become perfect by turning said fiance into his husband he had to meet his family first. And let’s just say that Techno had talked about his family before, but meeting them was something completely different.

Story under the cut! Words: 1,534

Dream was the luckiest man in the world. He had a nice job in a firm where he had met his two best friends. Said job made sure he didn’t need to worry about money or the future, additional to that he also had a very nice home and a cat living in said home. Oh, and not to forget his boyfriend, or, since a few weeks, his fiance.

Techno was an artist working from home with his own studio in a room where most of the walls were made out of windows. The man with the pink hair always told Dream that he was is muse, ever since they met in college.

It was a normal day for Dream when he sat in the college’s cafe, trying to finish a project he had been stressing about for the last few weeks. His hair was messy, there were bags under his eyes and he accidentally wore his shirt backwards… with stains on it, cause he forgot to do his laundry.

In the middle of him panicking Techno had slid into the booth, immediately getting Dream’s attention. The student looked over his laptop at the man with a deep frown and mouth half open. “….what do you want?” He has asked in the hope that the stranger would notice that he wasn’t welcome and leave again.

“Sorry, I don’t want to bother your for long but,” the man started, voice monotone as he looked Dream’s face over, “you’re really beautiful, would it be okay for you if I’d draw you?” Dream felt his face turn red within seconds, no one had ever called him beautiful before. Handsome sure, sexy even, but beautiful? That one was new and despite himself he kinda liked it.

“Ehm, wh-what?”

“If I can draw-”

“No, I understood that part just- ehm- haha, it’s just,” Dream stumbled over his own words, a slight grin growing on the stranger. Only then did Dream notice the sketchbook in front of the man. “kinda direct, don’t you think?”

“Well, you have to be direct when you found your muse in a stranger you could lose, right?”

Muse?? Did this dude really just call Dream his muse? Damn. “Oh ehm, wow that’s, true I guess?”

The man chuckled then, holding out his hand. “My name is Techno and I’m an art student here.”

“Dream,” the blond answered as he shook Techno’s hand, blush still on his cheeks. “And sure, you can ehm, draw me, if you want to! I just need to work is that-?”

“Totally fine, don’t worry,” and just like that he opened his sketchbook and started drawing.

That was how they had met four year ago. Shortly after they became friends, then boyfriends and now fiances. Techno had asked him in a cafe the day Dream had worked on an important project for work. He did not miss what his lover did there.

No you’d think Dream’s life was perfect right? But you’d be wrong, cause there was one more thing Dream had to do and that was meet Techno’s family. And don’t come at Dream with ‘you should have met them already!’ like yeah, he should! It was just that all of Techno’s family lived in England while they lived all the way in Florida. And until a few months ago they simply didn’t have the money to just fly over there for a meet up.

Now that Dream had found a good workplace and Techno had boomed with his art and could sell it for a lot of money, they were wealthy enough for trips like that to be in their normal schedule. And today they finally flew over, eight hours of flight and they landed safely in London. “So, is your family picking us up?” Dream asked, fidgeting with the fidget spinner Techno had given him before the flight already.

“Yeah, I think Wilbur is,” Techno mumbled as he waited for their package. Dream knew who Wilbur was, he also knew who Tommy and Philza were, just because he hadn’t met the men yet didn’t mean Techno wouldn’t talk about them.

Wilbur was Techno’s older brother, a musician who tended to be overdramatic but also very romantic. Tommy was Techno’s younger brother who had just turned eighteen and still visited high school, he was pure chaos and apparently annoying as fuck. And then there was Philza, Techno’s father, apparently calm and level-headed but sometimes a little hypocritical and sassy.

So yeah, Dream was worried and nervous, you can’t fault him for that! Walking to the picking up part of the airport made Dream wanna throw up, he knew how they each looked thanks to pictures. Sometimes he wondered if Techno also sent them pictures of Dream and talked to them about him.

“Calm down,” Techno whispered to him, one hand on Dream’s lower back, “they’re not gonna eat you.”

“What when they don’t like me?” Dream asked back, glancing at his fiance before looking back to search for Wilbur.

“They will and even when not, it doesn’t matter. You’re part of me, rather they like you or not.” That was kinda reassuring for Dream, knowing he wouldn’t lose the love of his life no matter what. But still, he wanted to be liked so there wouldn’t be any complications during the wedding or future events like Christmas.

“Techno!” A voice called out, making both men turn to their left. There he stood, Wilbur, a young man with curly brown hair and brown eyes smiling at them. He wore a yellow sweater, standing out from the crowd. The fact that he was also tall and waving his hand wildly around helped as well.

“Wilbur!” Techno answered, his voice as monotone as most of the time. He walked over to him with Dream and Wilbur immediately pulled his brother into a tight hug. “Urgh, Wilbur, please.”

“Come on man, let me hug and look at you!” Wilbur said as he pulled back, hands on Techno’s arms to hold him still. “You look good, healthy!” Then his gaze wandered over to Dream, a soft smile back on his lips. “And you must be Dream, nice meeting you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Dream said, shaking the man’s hand with a gentle smile, trying to be polite. Wilbur pulled back and chuckled and only then did Dream notice how sweaty his own hand was, trying to dry it on his jacket. “Sorry about that…”

“No need to apologize,” Wilbur assured, waving it off, “you’re nervous, that’s completely normal okay? Meeting the family for the first time is stressful.”

“It really is,” admitted Dream with a deep sigh, earning a laughter from the other man. Techno also chuckled lightly before turning back to Wilbur, his hand founding it’s spot on Dream’s waist.

“Alright, let’s go guys, I bet Tommy and dad are waiting just as nervous at home.” And with those last words from Wilbur they left the airport, got into Wilbur’s car and drove. They were on the road for half an hour before arriving at the house. As they got out of the car Dream saw someone looking out a window, trying to hide behind a curtain.

“Oh my,” he whispered to himself, swallowing heavily before stepping to Techno’s side, taking his hand.

“It will be fine,” his partner said, looking down at the blond. “We’ll greet them and then flee upstairs to unpack and settle in before dinner in the evening, okay?”

“Okay,” Dream nodded, he saw Wilbur chuckle silently in his fist, hiding it badly. Then he pushed the key in and opened the door, two blond men already waiting. Dream took a deep breath before stepping inside with everyone. Obviously everyone greeted Techno first before the pinket gestured to Dream, introducing him as his fiance. “Hello! I’m happy finally getting to meet Techno’s family!”

“As are we! We didn’t get to see him for so long cause he didn’t want to travel without you,” Philza said with a strained smile, wrinkled obvious at the side of his mouth and eyes. Oh god, the man already hated him. “It’s funny that we meet now that you’re already fiances, right?”

“Dad,” Techno said in a warning tone and a frown, “Stop playing games.”

And all of a sudden the older man burst out laughing, shaking his head before pulling Dream into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I had to do this,” he said, still laughing lightly. Dream was shocked and didn’t know what was happening.

When he pulled away Tommy started talking. “It’s okay, he does this shit with every partner someone brings home.”

Dream blinked at that before turning to Techno in shock. “Why didn’t you warn me?!”

“I thought he wouldn’t do this considering you’re not just a boyfriend!”

“Nope,” Philza said between them, “no one is safe here.” Dream took a deep breath in relief before he was invited into the living room, asked if he wanted to have a drink. It was still scary but the atmosphere turned more chill fast and eventually Dream was laughing with everyone as well.

Meeting his fiance’s – soon husband – family was as not as much a disaster as he had feared.

[nuriaredgrave]

Prompt #11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

What an egregiously long day. Nuria was bored out of his mind, wandering the streets of The Goblet just hoping something would come up.

"YO NURIA!"

This is not the kind of something he was hoping for. He knew that bellowing howl anywhere. Dennis, that conniving shit. Sure enough, here came the bastard's heavy feet thumping his way. Dennis wasn't his real name, but Nuria had a hard time pronouncing Roegadyn names and he wasn't about to learn how for this guy. "Dennis" was good enough.

Nuria did his best to remain civil as the hulking swindler approached him, granting the Roe a half-hearted smile. "Dennis" looked about as terrible as always. Which is to say, he looked like he simultaneously hadn't slept in weeks and also like he was jacked up with so much energy his eyes would burst out of his head. "Dennis" puffed himself up to deliver his latest sales pitch. Or in Nuria's words, his latest scam.

"Nuria. My man. Do I have something good for you today, and I mean REALLY good this time." Nuria was already completely exhausted of this conversation. "That's what you said last time, Dennis. Then what happened? You sold me an expired slice and I got a mouthful of moldy cheese. Never again." The frantic Roe became desperate, "No no no, please! I'm legit this time, I swear! I got it from a real killer chef, this guy knows his pizza!"

You see, since moving to the mainland Nuria had become a bit of a pizza connoisseur. He liked to try different pizzas from all over Eorzea to get a feel for the different regions' ways of making it. Of course, Nuria can't go everywhere in the world so easily, so he'd made connections with an assortment of fellow pie enjoyers to give him a heads up when they'd gotten hold of something new for him to try. "Dennis" was one of those. He was also the finest snake oil salesman around.

Nuria once again declined. "Sorry Denny-boy. You already got me once, I'm not falling for round two." The Roe smirked and wagged his finger, "Aha, but you haven't even seen it yet have you? Check this out, pal." He reached into a bag strung over his shoulder and pulled out something wrapped in tinfoil. He carefully opened it up and wouldn't you know it, a seemingly fresh slice of pizza pie with all kinds of toppings Nuria had yet to try. It was certainly tempting. But Nuria knew this man's prices were ghoulish and he wasn't about to take that risk again. "It does look good" Nuria said, "but I'll pass. I already ate anyway."

The Roe sighed. "Well alright. That's a shame, I was gonna give ya a discount this time, to make up for my screw-up on that last one. But if you're not feeling it, then.." Nuria perked up and stopped him. "Hold on, hold on. What kind of discount we lookin' at here?" The towering charlatan grinned. "Only 2,000 gil this time! Usually a slice like this I'd be asking 4,000 or more, but for you? Half off, just this once." Nuria thought it over. 2,000 was still a bit steep for just one slice, but it was cheaper than usual and if this one was the real deal? He's looking at a bargain on a new experience. "Alright Dennis. I'll take the slice." Nuria tossed the Roe the payment, and took his goods. "Dennis" bowed his head, "Thanks a million, buddy. You won't be disappointed this time, swear on my life." Nuria waved him off and headed home.

Back at the FC House, Nuria took a seat at his table and eagerly unwrapped his latest delicacy. It looked great. Wasn't much of a smell to it anymore, but that was common for slices that got brought to him from a long ways out. Once they've been chilled for storage, some things get lost in the process. Nuria licked his lips and went in for that first bite.

"Fucking moldy cheese again."

[neonscandal]

Do falling leaves remember their roots? 

I grew up close enough to a city to have an edge but far enough where you’re as famous as your oldest sibling and not everyone is cut out for that kind of silo. Most people try to serve their time, as it were, in whatever role twelve years of forced proximity has carved for them. There aren’t a lot of people brave enough to go against the grain when they’re still a kid.

So it’s no wonder why some kids are on the first thing smoking when they’re college bound. It’s the first step in a path that’s all your own. From there, the people you’ve known all your life take to the wind and scatter. Some, never to be heard from again as they leave everything in the rearview. 

But the older you get, the more “You” you become whether you like it or not. Still, there’s a dissonance between the person people see you as and the person you think yourself to be. Somewhere nestled in the difference is probably who you truly are but a kid can’t digest that dissonance. That inner turmoil justifies long days in bed and whatever other acting out teens tend to do.

Sometimes, I think I was one of those. Just rebelling against the saccharine taste I left in people’s mouths when I was a doormat. So I didn’t just grow up, I grew away. With a desperation that cut a lot of my relationships off at the knee.

Today, was a bittersweet reminder of how silly that is. I found out that someone I looked up to in high school passed away. Still a child in her mothers’ eyes but today she is gone. I don’t know when it happened or how but the grief doesn’t care.

“She lit up every room she walked into,” is so trite and you know, for a great deal of people, that rings false. To say that of this person would also be an injustice of the true weight of who she was.

She was my first sip of alcohol with a warm and gentle voice that offered assurance against the crackle of a bonfire. She didn’t brighten a room, she slunk in like a coy black cat with a dark and acerbic wit to match. She had the knowing smile of the smartest person in the room without the condescension. Her half upturned lips always betrayed that she knew a joke no one else was in on but it made you want to be. She was cool. And she had the air of someone who had been here before. Wherever “here” was.

She wasn’t fighting against the confines of our roles like I was, she was just biding her time. She was my upperclassmen and, before she graduated, she told me not to let someone do as they pleased but to inherit the position she was vacating. It was mine for the taking. She knew it, I knew it. But she also knew I wouldn’t, even with her prompting. Though silly in the scheme of my life as it is now, I think I’ll regret not taking her advice.

Some people simply grow up, but some people grow like fire: wild and unexpected. Looking back on the life she left behind, it’s clear she was the latter. She carved a winding path for herself where she embraced art and became more passionately attuned with nature. Maybe today it clicked that she just always had the wisdom of the trees with her. Even then. 

I found myself pulling at the frayed edges of what remained in my memory of her and folding them into what I could find scattered across the internet. I felt sadness and sheepish for a grief I did not feel entitled to because how long had it been since we’d spoken? She was indelibly a part of so many peoples’ lives and, in the span of her life, I was just a moment.

I was just a moment. I could never have hoped to experience the whole of who she was or would be in that time. This selfish guilt was abated when I saw her last post. In it, she was speaking. In it, she was smiling. “You have everything you need. Now go. Take that and run.”

Answer: faintly, fondly, but with the same love they have for the winds of spring that carried them forward. 

[honeycombstrawberry]

ooooh ooooo ohhh okay how about…okay….adrian wanting the reader to bond with his bff aka peacemaker and them not really being into it UNTIL they meet and actually have a lot in common and bond resulting in adrian being way more jealous than he would want to admit

the way these things go

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen+

word count: 5,302

one-sentence synopsis: adrian's dream is for his two favorite people to meet, so when you finally agree, you can't understand why he's not excited that you're actually getting along like a house on fire.

author's note: i am so sorry i wrote so little today but oh my GODDDDD i was halfway through writing something else when i got this prompt and i had to drop everything to write it. i also talked about peacemaker with my husband for like over an hour. we full agreed that vigilante deserves his own spin-off. i will start writing it ASAP and also (y/n) will be a character and yes. somehow i will get (y/n) to work on screen. i am a revolutionary it will happen. anyways take my apologies and my one fic today and know that i love you all!!!!!

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You would be the first one to admit that you’re not the biggest fan of Chris Smith.

Not that the two of you have ever actually met, but you know enough about Chris Smith. You may not know exactly what went down while he was in Corto Maltese, but you know enough from what Adrian’s said— and what you’ve found online— to know that he was no fucking hero. He’s a killer at best.

Adrian kills people, too, you remind yourself. But— it’s different, with him. You understand him, and where he’s coming from. You agree with what he’s doing. Chris Smith— Peacemaker— he’s just a fucking dick. He’s a murderer and a shithead and he’s rude and you may not have met him, but you’re not exactly lining up to do so, either.

All of this, you have to admit to yourself, is secondary to the fact that you just don’t like him because you think he should treat Adrian better. The entire time Chris was gone, Adrian was picking up his slack, checking in on him, becoming a hero in his own right. When Chris got back, Adrian was suddenly at his beck and call, spending all hours with him. Sometimes, he’d vanish for days, and show up with horrible injuries, worse than any he’s gotten before. Parts of him cut off, burns frying his skin, shrapnel lodged in him, a fucking gunshot wound— and that’s just to name a few.

Adrian puts his heart and soul into everything and everyone he cares about. He cares about Chris, and he cares about what they’re doing together, and you don’t believe Chris cares enough about Adrian in return to properly reciprocate.

You met Adrian after Chris was already gone, but the two of you quickly became close. You had worked at Fennel Fields for only one summer, but you’d become such good friends during that time that you kept talking even after you got a new job. It wasn’t long before you were spending all your time together—

And then it wasn’t long before you were practically best friends, at which point you were already in love with him. When you finally confessed, and he excitedly told you that he loved you, too, everything seemed perfect.

But now Chris fucking Smith is back, and Adrian keeps begging you to meet him and hang out with him, and you want nothing less.

“Come on,” Adrian pleads again. He’s made you both breakfast today. Well, “made” breakfast, in that he did an incredible job making smoothies and then completely gave up halfway through the process of making actual food, settling for pouring you both cereal instead. He’s a great cook, when he manages to summon the patience to do it.

“I really don’t know,” you say, pushing your cereal around in your bowl. It’s easier to focus down on your spoon than on his imploring expression, green eyes sparkling behind his glasses. “I’ve got a lot of—”

“You always say that,” he says, “but only when it’s about Chris.”

“Yeah, well,” you mutter.

For a moment, neither of you speak. Then, Adrian says, “I like your friends.”

“My friends are nice to me,” you say without thinking. You try to be at least neutral in the way you talk about Chris around Adrian, since you know he means a lot to him, but this one just— comes out. You’re frustrated.

“Chris is nice to me!” Adrian exclaims. “What makes you think he’s not nice to me? He’s, like, my best friend! He’s super nice, I swear. He’s a superhero, remember? Hey,” he says, and you hear the suspicion in his tone. “Is that why you keep saying you’re busy or you don’t think it’s the right time or whatever? You don’t think he’s nice?”

“I don’t care if he’s a hero or he’s nice to random strangers or whatever,” you say. You finally lift your eyes, lock with Adrian’s. “I care if he’s nice to you.”

Adrian frowns, brow furrowing. He seems to think for only a moment before he says, “But he really is, though. He’s super nice. We blow stuff up together and hang out all the time and we even, like, totally saved the world together.” He pauses. “The entire world. From aliens—”

“Yeah, I remember,” you cut him off. “But—”

You hesitate, thinking that you shouldn’t continue. Adrian prompts you, says, “No, what? What is it? ‘But’ what?”

You tap the curve of your spoon on the edge of your bowl. You pause for another moment before you make yourself tell the truth, saying, “I don’t think we’re going to get along, and I don’t want you to be mad at me if that happens.”

“What?” Adrian asks. “No! No, I wouldn’t be mad. I’d never be mad, c’mon! I want you guys to be friends, yeah, obviously, it would be— like, the greatest thing that ever happened to anybody, since I love you both so much, but it’s not, like, necessary. You have free will and everything.” He pauses, then says, “Which I protected. With Chris. When the aliens—”

“I know,” you say.

You know he’s not saying this to make you feel bad. He’s saying it because he means it. And you know it meant a lot to him, but you didn’t really realize how much, until he’s saying this.

Besides, you’re not like Chris; you actually like Adrian. You want to give him the things he wants. And if it would make him happy for you to meet Chris, you’ll try it. You might even pretend to like him if he’s not completely and totally insufferable, but you imagine that’s probably too much to hope for. Stomaching him will probably have to be enough.

You sigh. Adrian’s head snaps up; you know he knows you’re about to give in.

“Fine,” you say, because there’s no point in drawing it out. Adrian jumps up, knocking his chair backwards, fists in the air.

“Yes!” he shouts. He slides across the table to you, knocking a stack of mail to the floor, and catches your face in his hands, kissing you between the eyes, then on the mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, babe, I swear, you’re going to be best friends!” He kisses you again, declaring, “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

—

You think this might be the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. You’re sitting in Adrian’s car with him, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, trying not to think about where you’re going and what you’re doing.

“I promise,” Adrian says, “You are going to have so much fun. He’s such a cool guy, really. And you’ll meet Eagly! I really want you to meet Eagly, I think you’re really going to hit it off. Plus, everybody else really, really wants to meet you, too. Economos said he doesn’t think you’re real, but he’s probably just fucking with me.”

“Yeah, probably,” you say absently, struggling to focus on anything except your anxiety.

You don’t even realize you’re nervously drumming your fingers on your thigh until Adrian’s hand reaches out and covers yours, stilling you.

“Hey,” he says, his voice a little lower.

You look over at him. He’s still got one hand on the wheel, his sleeves rolled up, the strong muscles in his arm and the fine bones in the back of his hand shifting when he grips and turns the steering wheel. His glasses sit at the edge of his nose, his eyes flicking back and forth as he focuses on the road while he drives, his hair spilling back from his face.

He glances over at you after a beat, meets your eyes. He smiles, that wide grin that’s unlike any other smile he has. You think this one’s just for you, and it makes you melt every time you receive it.

“It’s going to be okay,” Adrian tells you, squeezing your hand. “Chris isn’t even going to be the only one there, remember? You’ll definitely like at least one person, odds are. You get along with pretty much everybody anyways.”

You let his voice wash over you, clinging to his hand as he pulls up outside a tiny house out in the middle of nowhere. Quite literally, the middle of nowhere; you can’t see shit from here.

Adrian parks, excitedly announcing, “We’re here!”

Your heart is racing, but you nod, taking a deep breath to steel yourself. Adrian has to release your hand so the both of you can get out of the car, but you’re practically buzzing the second you have to let go of each other.

You slip out of the car as quickly as you can, joining him at his side. He turns to you, taking your shoulders tight in his hands.

“You can do this,” he tells you, as if he’s pumping you up. You can’t help laughing. “You can, I’m not joking!” He grips your face, squishes your cheeks together. “You are the coolest person who has ever lived. Everybody thinks so. And everybody likes you.” He kisses you, hard, dragging you in until you’re falling into him. When he separates you, he knocks your foreheads together, puckering his lips to make a stupid face and do an even stupider voice, like Kermit the Frog dying of a gunshot wound to the throat. “You’re the star of the show—”

The front door on Chris’ house tears open, revealing a bewildered blonde on the other side. She seems to lose all confusion when she sees Adrian, however.

“Of course,” she says. She beckons to him, says, “Come in, you’re the last ones.”

Adrian takes your hand, easily jogging up the steps, hauling you up beside him. You start to say hi to the woman, but Adrian keeps moving forward, so you only manage half a wave before you’re continuing on.

The inside of Chris’ place isn’t large, and everybody’s pretty much crammed into a small living room space. You try to take it all in, abruptly overwhelmed.

Adrian slings his arm across your shoulder, and you’re grounded by that, at least. Leaning into him, you’re faced with the group going quiet as they realize Adrian and you are here. Their eyes all find you, and you’re nervous all over again. You offer a wave to the group at large.

“Everyone, this is (Y/N),” Adrian introduces you delightedly. “(Y/N), this is Emilia Harcourt, and this is Leota Adebayo, and this is John Economics—”

“—Economos,” the man in question corrects him.

“Economonos,” Adrian amends. “And this,” he presents with a flourish, “is Chris!” He wiggles his fingers. “Peacemaker!”

You’re faced with one of the largest men you think you’ve ever seen in your life. You’ve seen him in pictures, and even in scale next to Adrian in some of them, but you didn’t realize how truly huge he really is before this moment.

Chris stands up, then seems to hesitate. “Should I shake your hand or something?”

You stare up at him, bewildered. You’re caught off guard, your heart racing, and you don’t know what to do. You say, “I— Okay,” and offer him your hand.

“Oh, my God, this is the best day of my life,” Adrian says next to you as you take Chris’ hand. Chris rolls his eyes, and you tighten your grip on his hand.

“You’re so sweet, Adrian,” you say firmly. Chris raises his eyebrows slightly down at you, and you release him.

“Aw,” Adrian says, and tugs you in so he can kiss you on the cheek. To John, he says, “See, motherfucker? I told you they were real—”

“You owe me five dollars,” Leota tells John, who groans. Adrian gasps at him.

“Want to sit?” Chris asks, and offers you the seat he’s just left. You take it, hesitant, and he sits down on the arm of the sofa beside you instead. You don’t say anything, unsure of what to do— but when you look up, you see Adrian’s eyes looking in your direction. The expression on his face is hopeful, before he hurriedly looks away, and you’re—

Ugh. You have to try. He cares so fucking much, you can’t not try.

You turn to Chris and say, “So, Adrian says you brought him to the hospital when he got hurt. Thanks.”

Chris doesn’t seem to be expecting that at all, and he takes a moment before he says, “I don’t know, we all kind of went.”

“Oh, good,” you say. “So you didn’t—” And then you stop yourself, frustrated. “No, sorry. I just— I’m tired, I had a bad day. I’m not making a very good impression.”

Chris goes quiet for a second. He reaches out, taking his drink up off the table. He fiddles with it for a moment before he says, “I’m kind of a dick.”

“That’s a fucking understatement,” Leota snorts into her own drink.

“Hey,” Chris snaps. “I’m fucking humbling myself over here. Could you shut it for two seconds?”

“Sorry,” Leota apologizes, free hand held up in surrender. “Humble away.”

Chris sighs, then turns back to you and says, “I’m trying to— be less of a dick. So I’m sorry. If I did something to piss you off.”

You stare at him for a second, trying to puzzle him out, before you turn to Adrian suspiciously. “You told him I don’t like him.”

Leota and John both laugh. Adrian holds up his hands, says, “No! No, no, no—”

“It’s not that I don’t like you,” you hurry to say, turning to Chris. “It’s just—” You stop, then say, “I appreciate what you did to stop the aliens—”

“Thank you,” John says.

“—but I do not appreciate that Adrian almost died in the process,” you tell them sharply. You look at them all before turning back to Chris. “If you’re trying to be less of a dick, then stop acting like one. People who aren’t dicks give a shit about their friends.”

“Hey, I give a shit about him,” Chris snaps at you. It surprises you, the force of it, and you stop for a moment. “Don’t say I don’t give a shit about him, because I fucking do, alright? He’s, like— My third best friend, behind Eagly and Adebayo.”

“Behind— What?” Adrian demands.

“Obviously you’ve got a better fucking friend than me, you dick,” Chris tells him over his shoulder. He motions to you when Adrian doesn’t seem to put it together right away.

You can tell that Chris is telling the truth. You don’t know how, but you do. And you may have some distance to go before you’ll actually get to know Chris, but, seeing him in this moment, when confronted with your accusation that he doesn’t care about Adrian, it seems that his response has shown his true feelings, as frustrated as he is.

You evaluate him for another moment, then say, “Fine.” You shift, then tell Chris firmly, “But Adrian is my best friend. First best friend.” You motion high up with your hand. “Top of the list.”

“He’s a fucking nerd,” John says, and you turn to glare at him.

“And are you fucking not?” you demand. He hesitates. “I’m sorry, I thought friends were nice to each other.” You motion around the group. “All of each other. Including Adrian.”

“I should’ve brought you a long time ago,” Adrian says. “Stop making fun of me, you heard them, fuckfaces—”

“I mean,” you say, “unless you do something we have to make fun of—”

“How the turntables,” Adrian sighs. You reach out, and he grabs your hand, kissing the back of it. “My apologies, my liege. Never again shall I—”

“I need another drink if I’m going to watch whatever this is,” Leota says, pushing herself to stand. Chris reclaims your attention, asks if you want a drink, and you accept, hopes actually lifting.

—

By the end of the night, you can’t believe it, but—

You and Chris are actually friends. On the way to becoming it, at least. You’re friendly, and you actually get along shockingly well. He’s funny, and he listens well, when he tries. The two of you swap stories about Adrian, much to his chagrin— and obvious, not-so-secret delight that the two of you are discussing him so fondly.

You eventually start discussing other topics. You have similar tastes in music, and you find yourself discussing an album you’ve both listened to that has some heavier themes in it. That leads into a more in-depth conversation between the two of you. Before you know it, the two of you are sitting close, sharing a bottle back and forth between your glass and his, and discussing life and love and friendship.

You’re both definitely tipsy— and you probably more than him, but he’s much looser than he had been before. It’s made you both friendlier, more willing to talk with one another, and you’ve warmed up to each other so much over the night.

He even gets tearful with you, at one point. You’re surprised to see him showing so much emotion, but he seems embarrassed about it, and you tell him not to be. He tells you that he’s done terrible things, tells you he wants to make up for them, and you—

It’s not your responsibility to absolve him, but he’s not asking for that. He’s asking for you to reach out, he’s asking for a friend.

And if Adrian cares so much about him, there must be something worth caring about here. Something you think you’re starting to see.

You really do like Chris, you realize. The two of you have been getting on like a house on fire all night. Though you’ve had a few conversations with the other people here, most of your direct interaction has been with Chris.

Adrian must be so excited, you think to yourself, after you’ve both been there for a few hours. You’re starting to get worn out, the night getting incredibly late.

You realize that Adrian hasn’t been talking to you guys, and you’re curious, wondering who he’s been chatting with. Turning, you find him not in conversation with anybody, but instead staring at you and Chris. When your eyes meet, his abruptly drop downwards to focus on the glass in his hands, tapping his nails against the sides. He’s uncharacteristically morose, not speaking to anybody, not smiling. It’s almost impossible to get him this quiet.

Your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach with fear over what could have upset him, you say, “Hey, Adrian,” to catch his attention.

You know he’s heard you, because his face flushes slightly, patches of pink high on his cheeks, his ears going red. He doesn’t lift his face, though, and you look to Chris in confusion.

“You probably know him better than I do,” Chris says. You probably would’ve responded bitterly to that before, but now it just makes you feel kind of— sad. The way he says it makes it seem like he wants to know more people better, like he wants to be closer to Adrian.

You frown slightly, feeling for him. You wish you had given in to Adrian sooner; you could’ve made this all so much easier for all of you.

Chris is also probably right, and you turn back to Adrian again, saying, “Hey, I’m actually kind of tired. Is it okay if we head out soon?”

Adrian does lift his eyes again, then, to find yours, and he nods, his brow creasing. “You should’ve said if you were—”

He stops himself, flushing again, then looks away. Pushing himself to stand, he gathers up a bunch of random bottles and glasses off the table and heads for the little kitchenette.

“What the hell?” John whispers to you.

“I really don’t know,” you say, bewildered. “He’s been so excited for tonight. He really wanted me to meet all you guys, he says you’re all his best friends. You especially, Chris, he wanted me to know you and I’ve been putting it off.” You wring your hands, then nervously say, “He’s probably pissed. I shouldn’t have snapped at you guys— Chris, I’m really sorry—”

“No, hey, that’s not it,” Chris says to you in a low voice. “Don’t worry about it, whatever, I’m not even upset. It’s whatever.”

You don’t fully believe him, but you resolve to talk to him in the future about it. You think there could be a really great conversation there with him.

You take out your phone, telling them all, “We’re probably going to head out soon. Is it too forward of me to ask for your phone numbers? In a friend way,” you say, smiling, teasing. Emilia holds her hand out, and you give her your phone so they can all put their numbers in.

While they’re passing your phone, you gather up some of the remaining empties and bring them to Adrian in the kitchenette. Dropping them on the counter beside him, you keep your voice low, asking, “Hey. You okay?”

Adrian nods, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. “We should head out. It’s late.”

It’s so unlike him, but he’s making you nervous, and you don’t know what to do, so you don’t say anything. Instead, you just agree, “Okay,” and let him go to say his goodbyes to his friends.

You follow behind, taking your phone when Chris hands it to you. You see Adrian notice it, but he doesn’t look pleased. You expected that he was going to be so happy, and he looks the total opposite. He almost even looks afraid, and you can’t understand why in the least.

“I’ll message you later,” you tell Chris and the group at large. “It was really great to meet you all! Seriously, I had an awesome time. I want to hang out with you all again soon, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course!” Leota exclaims.

“Yeah, for sure,” Chris agrees. You smile at them, then turn back to Adrian, taking his hand, pocketing your phone.

“See you guys later,” Adrian says, which is so much different than his usual energy. You know you’re not the only one who notices, but everyone just says bye and goodnight.

Once the two of you are back outside and in the car, you’re not entirely sure how to bring it up. It’s not until he’s started driving, his headlights the only light guiding you back to the main road in the deep darkness of nighttime, that you hesitantly venture to speak.

“Adrian?” you ask softly. His eyes stay fixed forward, but they look a little glassy, like they’re shining. Like they’re wet, you realize, and you can’t figure out what could possibly be upsetting him so much. “You’re really freaking me out, babe. What’s going on? Are you okay? Did something happen?” Something occurs to you, and you say, “Did one of them say something shitty to you? Because I swear to fucking God—”

“No!” he hurries to say, and it’s the most he’s responded to you in hours. You frown at the thought. “No, they’re all— They’re all good people. They’re good friends.”

He pauses again, then just goes quiet. It seems like he wants to say more, but he doesn’t, which is just so massively unlike him that you’re not entirely sure what to do about it.

Into the silence, you venture instead to say, “You were right, by the way.”

Adrian’s brow furrows. “About what?”

“Chris,” you tell him, and his face falls. You hurry to reassure him, “I liked him! I really did, I liked him a lot. I see why you’re friends with him.”

“Yeah,” Adrian says. He doesn’t seem reassured at all by what you’ve said, and you grow only more confused by this. “You really seem to hit it off.”

The way he says it sounds weird, and you can’t really figure out what’s going on. You tell him, “Adrian, if I did something wrong, you can—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Adrian says, too fast.

“What’s that mean?” you ask. “Who did?” Adrian still doesn’t answer. “Who, Chris? You?” His grip tightens on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening. “What the hell did you do wrong?”

Adrian doesn’t answer for a moment. His jaw is tense, a muscle jumping as he clenches his teeth. He knocks the heel of his hand against the steering wheel, then puts his directional on, shifting to pull over on the side of the road. He parks the car there, throwing his hazard lights on, and turns to you fully in his seat.

Your heart is pounding, eyes fixed on him, terrified. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you’re abruptly sure that he’s upset, that you did something wrong, that he wants to break up or something—

“You and Chris got along so well,” Adrian says, like it’s the worst thing in the fucking world, and that’s— not what you expected.

Confused, brow furrowed, you ask, “What?”

“Like, as soon as you started talking,” Adrian continues. He shakes his head, looking down at his hands. “Fuck, this is going to sound so goddamn stupid—”

“Just say it,” you say. “Whatever it is, just be honest. Don’t half-truth me. We talked about that.”

Adrian huffs a slight laugh, fiddling with a hangnail. Head still tilted downward, he says, “You hated him so much— so much— and the second you started talking, just— Wham! Right? Like— You just get along so well, and he makes you laugh so much, because, like, of course he does.” Adrian reaches up to dig the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Everyone’s always been in love with him and he’s the fucking coolest guy ever and I should’ve known better than to introduce you to him because now you know him and you don’t need me anymore because, like, what the fuck am I next to that, right?” He shakes his head. “Fuck, I am so fucking stupid—”

“Yeah,” you say, “You are.”

His head snaps up, his eyes red-rimmed. “What?”

“You are fucking stupid,” you tell him, “if you think I think Chris is— What, you think that I think he’s better than you? Because we got along for one night?”

“Because I’m—” Adrian starts, then growls in frustration. He takes a deep breath, then says, “Because I’m me and I’ve always been me and he’s him and he’s always been him. And I’m just the fuck-up who tags along and I’ve always known that but I wasn’t that with you, but now you’re friends with him and you’re going to think the same thing and realize—”

You can’t listen to this anymore. You can’t believe that he’s just been sitting there all night thinking this.

“Adrian,” you tell him, your chest aching. “The only reason I wanted to try and get along with him at all was for you in the first place.”

“Because you’re a good person,” he says. “And I’m not, and he—”

“Adrian,” you interrupt him firmly. He meets your eyes again, and you grip his chin, forcing him to stay there, not letting him break your eye contact. “Look at me. Do you trust me?” He starts to say something else, but you cut him off. “Hey. Yes or no.”

Adrian doesn’t hesitate. He says, “Yes, I trust you,” and your stomach drops out. You love him so much it fills you up inside, until you can’t think about anything sometimes about how grateful you are that he’s at your side.

And it’s killing you that he apparently doesn’t understand that, doesn’t know that.

“You could introduce me to every single person,” you say, “on this goddamn planet, and I would still want you to be the one introducing me to them. The only one who stays the whole time. I could meet everybody who has ever lived, and I would want you to be here, with me, holding my hand through all of it. I could look into the eyes of everybody, know their names, laugh with them, and drink with them, and still,” you tell him, digging your fingers into his face, your eyes burning. A tear spills down his own cheek. “I would be in love with you. You are my best friend, you are my partner, you are my— my fucking everything. If you’re not here, the rest of it’s bullshit. It doesn’t fucking matter. I could have seven billion Chris Smiths on this planet, and if there’s not one Adrian Chase, I would— I would burn it all down, just for the chance to have you back.”

Adrian’s eyes are burning, too, streaking with red and spilling over with tears. He tells you, voice breaking, “That was really dramatic, babe.”

You squeeze his face a little tighter before tugging him in for a hard kiss. It’s salty, and your teeth meet for a moment, but you’re so stupid in love with him that you want to swallow him, be swallowed by him, be one person.

When you separate, you tell him, “I can’t believe you wanted me to meet your best friend and then got jealous when we got along.”

“I’m not jealous,” Adrian exclaims jealously. “I just— You don’t know him! Everybody thinks he’s the shit. How’m I supposed to know if you’re going to like him more than you like me or not?”

And there’s the crux of the issue, you realize. You press your forehead into Adrian’s, reaching around to grip the back of his neck, holding him tightly and reassuringly in place.

“Adrian Chase,” you tell him firmly, so he’ll remember this, “There is nobody I like more than you. There is nobody I will ever like more than you. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” he agrees.

“Tell me you believe me, though,” you say, and he sighs, rolling his eyes behind his glasses and blowing a raspberry at you. Laughing, you say, “Hey!”

Adrian reaches out and pulls you in, hugging you tightly. You expect him to kiss you, but inside he just tucks his face into the junction of your neck and your shoulder, hiding in your throat. It’s an awkward twist over the center console, but you hold him as close as you can, rubbing his back in slow strokes.

“I love you,” he whispers to you, his voice cracking again. He clears his throat, and says, “Like, way too much. It’s kind of fucked up how much I love you, actually.”

“Join the club,” you tell him. “I love you so fucking much. I’m serious. It makes me feel bonkers that you think I would like fucking Chris more than you. Apparently I’m not doing my job well enough as your partner—”

“Well,” Adrian says, throwing the car back into drive. “Why don’t we go make it up to each other?”

You can hear the possessive edge in his tone, and you shift in your seat, a thrill of excitement coursing through you. “Okay, yeah.”

Adrian grins, that special grin just for you. He reaches over the center console again as he drives, taking your hand in his, steering with the other. He kisses the back of it before starting to ask you all about your conversation with Chris. Now that he’s apparently processed this, he’s let go of the idea of you and Chris and seems genuinely excited to hear what you discussed, to hear you talk about your thoughts on Chris.

Your phone chimes partway through the night with an invitation to a group chat with Adrian and his friends. You see a message from Chris that says: welcome to the kids, and you smile to yourself before sending a merman back and locking your phone so you can keep talking to Adrian.

-

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I want to do bad things with you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “6 from fluff and 4 and 8 from smut list for five hargreeves?”

Fluff Prompts:

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Smut Prompts;

4. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

8. “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope it got close to what you wanted. ❤️ This is a heavy smut, I was in a bad mood, sorry jsnsjsnsjsn.

Guys, I really understand who doesn't feel comfortable reading or writing Five's smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words and bad smuut.

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Five Hargreeves were many adjectives. Genius, superhero, handsome, dangerous, sinic, arrogant, born leader, among other things. His energy was intense and mysterious, and looking him for too long was like facing the stormy sea: dangerous and risky, but extremely fascinating.

He carried many adjectives on his back, is truth, and domineering was one of them. His life was a constant line of stress, problems and exasperation, Five felt irritated most of the time, so relieving all that stress in sex was... it was fucking good.

Normally, his emotions were always on a tight leash, under iron control. Five was composed, controlled, taking everything rationally. Even in sex, when he vented all his anger, he was conscious. Until you show up.

You were a little, sweet, lyrical little thing and... fuck, you had an angel face that made Five clench his jaw as soon as he laid eyes on you. And then controlling yourself became a much more difficult task. You had a cunning, catlike look, but an face so pure that it hooked Five into the his soul.

He couldn't get involved with you, he repeated that every fucking day. Five could barely look in your direction without wanting to hold your angel face and kiss you with the fury of hell. Five wanted to fold you in front of him, slap your ass until you blush and hear you whimpering his name. He wanted to do all the dark things in his mind to break your doll energy.

Five Hargreeves was many things, but the irony of all was how they swayed when he fell in love with you. It was inevitable. Over the months, while trying to control his thoughts, he found himself admiring your intelligence and sense of humor. He started to notice how you loved sweet tea and had headaches when you had coffee, which is why he started to leave a migraine medicine in the kitchen if you needed to.

With the days, Five now hid his smile when you laughed at something stupid and admired how the world seemed sweeter when you were happy.

And that's when he kissed you. And his whole view changed. When he held your face between his hands and tasted your lips, Five felt like he was touching Egyptian crystal, and then the urge to protect you was born. He didn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, anyway. Five touched you so delicately and made sure that nothing bothered you.

So that's when you two slept together. Fuck, it was so fucking hard for him. Extraordinarily difficult because Five wanted to make you scream and fuck you so hard. It was difficult as hell because he wanted to hit your ass and thigh so hard that he could see the marks tomorrow. And... son of a bitch, even though you moaned and squirmed, you looked like a fucking angel. And the desire to desecrate something so pure became even bigger.

And that was why he avoided touching you during those hours. He kept his hands on the mattress, on the headboard, on the walls or on the pillows, avoided touching you as much as possible. Because Five knew... it was already too hard not to fuck you rough, hard and intense, if he touched you... it would be the end. He didn't even want to kiss you too much, or suck on your skin, because one thing would lead to another and... God, you fucked his mind!

It was after a few months that he realized he loved you. And your relationship will become even more serious.

"I love you so much.” You whispered on his lips one day, with the cold and rain falling outside, and you curled in him up like a pet.

Five nodded, him lips on you forehead, brushing them there as appreciated what that phrase did to him. You two had already said that a few months ago, but you loved to keep repeating it and Five appreciated how right the universe felt when you said that.

“I'm going to marry you one day.” He sighed through your hair, lowering lips to yours before receiving your ecstatic and passionate screams.

But the more love grew in you two, the more hunger, lust and sin grew within Five too. Was like a wild beast, hitting the bars of the cage, almost breaking what kept under control. And controlle herself started to be physically painful. So he tried to put out that blazing fire.

Seeing you naked has become excruciating torture. Five fidgeted uneasily whenever you changed in front of him, took off the towel after a shower. But the worst was when you two had sex. Fucking you, feeling you pulsing, squirming, totally submissive to his whims, made Five have to acquire phenomenal self-control. Although Five exhibited a cold, arrogant and confident personality, everything inside him became a boiling volcano when you appeared.

“Baby…” That was when Five heard you purring, you had just come out of the shower, a short white towel covering your body.

When Five looked at you, and saw you walking towards him, he pulse reached alarming levels. Normally, Five always managed to keep his impulses under control, even though it was an overwhelming endeavor. But not today.

Oh, he was far from being in control. Your doe eyes looked at him docilely and Five felt again the overwhelming appetite to take you so badly.

God, he needed to break you…

You didn't make it easy for Five either. Oblivious to the internal battle within him, you sat on his lap, supporting your legs on either side of his hips, with the towel rising to the top of your thighs and your bare skin sitting on his already pulsating member.

Five snarled softly, hands tightly squeezing the bed sheet, your body pulsing beneath his. He felt hot as if were in the Sahara desert.

“You are so tense.” Your voice was velvety, soft, and you brought your lips to his neck. And that was too much.

“Y/N..” Was a warning.

“Something wrong?” You pulled your face back enough to look at him.

Five shook his head, hands still clutching the sheets. You followed that gesture with your eyes, and started connecting the pieces second by second.

It was no longer today that your felt him controlling himself. Moments he didn't want to touch you at all while he fucked you, like you were a hot iron. Days when he forced a little more force into the way he kissed you and then completely backed down.

“I've been noticing a few things lately...” You commented, the left index finger playing with his uniform “I noticed that you have ... controlled yourself, as if you were holding something.”

And then you looked into his eyes, and what you saw in the green sockets was a lust so fervent that you felt yourself losing breath.

“Y/N...” the voice was still hoarse, a ring signaling his warning as well “I ... I won't be able to talk about this with you.”

“Why not?” You didn't know exactly what the problem was, how deep it went, but you knew something was going on. “I did something? Or are you more stressed? ”

“You did not do anything.” He assured you, and as he saw in your eyes that you would not let the matter pass, because you were determined as hell, Five sighed deeply. “It with me. It has nothing to do with you, I just... I like to do more... rough things. "

You were watching him closely, the direction of the conversation was pleasing to you... It wasn't today that you knew your own tastes, and something brutalized and stronger was exactly what you liked. But Five was always so controlled, so reserved, that you were still looking for an opening to bring it up.

Five must have noticed that your eyes took on a different glow, and he looked at you as if he suspected.

“Why that look?” His little corner smile made you smile too.

“ I didn't know you liked things like that.” Five raised an eyebrow at you, the little smile still on his face. “Is that why you have been controlling yourself?”

Five had to take a deep breath, hands going to your waist under the towel, in a soft, controlled touch. But his hands were stiff, you felt it.

“I do not want to hurt you.” He was succinct “I have more aggressive, brutal desires, and I don't want to take it out on you.”

Oh, you were really enjoying the conversation.

You let out a low chuckle, playing with your index finger on the lapel of his uniform.

“Like ... hit me and stuff?” Then you felt his grip tighten on your waist, his jaw tighten.

Five looked at you with a clear warning that you were walking in rough waters. That it was better for you to stop here. He could barely cope with his own thoughts about it, let alone hear you say those things with that fucking angelic voice of yours.

"What if I wanted to?” Now your eyes were bright with amusement and anticipation.

“You can't tell me these things” His grip got stronger, his eyes more fierce, the energy more irritable “Even more naked in my lap.”

Five might be covered in clothes, but he could feel your hot pussy under him, the soft skin of your thighs around his waist, your breasts a touch away... Damn, it was too much for him!

“I mean it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your hands behind the back of his neck. “I like something hard too, if you are willing to try this on me, I would like us to do it. You are always so focused... I would love to see you more out of control. ”

Five kept his eyes on you, as if he were looking for some hesitation in you. But he found none. Just shared desire.

God help him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He wanted to warn you, he wanted you to know it was a path of no return. Five could destroy you and him wanted you to know that.

“Yes.” You agreed “I want it so much.”

Suddenly, something in the air seemed to change. Everything became rarer, more caustic and crackling. Five's intensity had reached extremely high levels and he looked at you as if you were the prey on a night hunt. Five pulled harder on your towel, freeing your naked body. He gasped, his eyes fixed on you.

“Say red when you want me to stop.”

You were going to say something, but he didn't give you a chance. His hungry lips stuck to yours. It was a controlling kiss, drowning out you surprised moan. Five stood with you on his lap and threw you on your back on the mattress. You gasped, your naked body exposed on his bed, given over to all the profane fantasies he had in mind. Seeing you there, submissive, destroyed all the control he had.

Oh he was going to destroy you.

Five remained standing, pulled your legs over the edge of the bed and opened them aggressively. You let out a heavy breath, the core pulsing. God, seeing that made him rock hard.

Five leaned over your body, pressing his lips in you before moving to your breasts, sucking on aching nipple, squeezing the other in a heavy touch. His hands left you for a second before him straightened up and removed he blazer and sweater from the academy, his nimble hands pulled the tie knot fiercely, tearing the piece of silk from his neck.

“Be quiet for me, dear.” Five put your hands together, tying your fists with the tie and tying the tie to the headboard.

You bit your lip, your body fidgeting for him, the core throbbing. Five had barely touched you and you were already pulsing for him.

“You are so needy.”

Without warning, he was leaning over you, him lips on yours, his hands roaming your body in a rough touch, his mouth pinching your lips. And everything started to get heavy after that point. Five closed his mouth on your neck, leaving a trail of purple hickeys as he brought two fingers to your mouth.

You took them in, sucking without waiting for an order. But his fingers on your mouth seemed to have an even more exciting effect for you. You legs closed, wanting to seek any friction, but Five slapped your left thigh roughly, brutally separating them with his free hand.

“Did I tell you to close your legs?!” You whimpered, and he gave you another slap “Answer!”

“N-no...” You did your best to speak with his fingers in your mouth.

“No what?!” Another slap. Now you could feel the flesh throbbing. You pulled on your fists, trying to control yourself not to close your thighs again.

“N-didn't”

Now his free hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“It's ‘No, Daddy’!”

“No, Daddy!”

“Good Girl.”

Five withdrew his hand from your mouth, bringing it down and melting it into your pussy. You moaned louder, forcing the tie, shifting your hips. He didn't give you time to breathe before he buried his fingers in you, hitting your walls.

You screeched muffled by his lips on your, as his hand pushed against you frantically, slamming inside you at a brutal pace.

“F-fi...”

Another slap. Stronger, more aggressive.

“What did fucking you say?!”

“Daddy! I mean Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

He accelerated his hand even more, and you started frantically pulling on the tie, trying to get rid of or gain more of that ardor. You were starting to feel close to orgasms when Five pulled away, slapping your bare breast as he rose again. You whimpered in protest, your hips still making some movements in search of some ghost friction.

“Look at you, so desperate and I haven't even fucked you yet.” Five began to unbutton his white shirt, stripping off his clothes and leaving the belt beside you.

You excitement went to extremely high levels when you saw his cock jump out. Pulsating, molasses with pre-cum and dashed with thick veins. Your core throbbed, dripping your liquid while you whimpered.

Five smirked when he noticed where your attention was, and he leaned you, but now bringing the belt with him and placing it around your neck.

God, he was going to fuck you so hard.

Five gave a tug, testing the accuracy, and when you groaned needy, Five appeased his own excitement by sinking his bruised lips into yours.

He stood up again, pulling your legs closer to the edge as he brushed your pussy with the throbbing head of the stick, watching you squirm. It was torture for him too, but the sight of you struggling for contact was a fucking reward.

“Please d-Daddy!” You whimpered, rummaging in despair, wanting more of anything he give you.

“Please, what? ‘Please, daddy, fuck me hard’ or ‘please, daddy, use me’ ?”

You were begging, with tears in the corners of your eyes as he played with you, by sinking the head of the stick inside you. It was driving you crazy. Five held the base of him penis while he sank just another inch into you, then pulled and rubbed your clitoris.

“Fuck me h-hard, Daddy!”

Suddenly, Five entered you brutally to the bottom, leaving you speechless in a loud and silent groan. He pulled you by the belt, not giving you time to get used to the size, he established strong and aggressive blows.

“Do you want hard?! I will give you hard!”

Then Five untied the tie from the headboard, turned you brutally on you stomach and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hand back and unloaded it on your ass, and you screamed, staggering forward. Five pulled you by the hips, dissatisfied with your distance.

“Be good girl for me, dear." It was an order.

You obeyed, crying out loudly when Five pushed the stick inside you aggressively, pulling on your neck with the belt. He held you by the belt and the waist while he fucked you. Hard, fast, without any abandonment.

His hand hit the flesh of your ass from second to second, and you can't help but moan for it. He gave no respite, the sound of his bodies colliding flooded the room, perhaps the entire mansion.

Five has never felt so hardcore in life, so hungry, so lust. He wanted to break you, hurt you, squeeze your flesh so hard that you would be left with marks for months. He groaned, trying to concentrate on mistreating the walls of your pussy, pounding with brutality, harder and cruel.

“D-d-daddy!”

Tears streamed into your eyes as you dug your nails into the pillow hard, unable to contain the moans and the tremor in your thighs. Your belly vibrated, hummed with hyperstimulation, that was paradise and sin at the same time and you felt that you could fall apart at any moment.

Five pulled the belt tight, bringing you up and sticking your back to his chest. He put his free arm around your waist, bringing the thrusts in slow, hard rhythms, making you feel every inch of him.

You hands went to him arm around your waist, the new position reaching the most sensitive places, making your pussy throb. You bit your lip to try to control your moans, because you were afraid they would be too loud.

“Without trapping those sounds for me!” This time the slap came down on your left breast, followed by a deeper thrust, and you begged for excuses while looking for air “Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good! Who does this slutt belong.”

That pushed you further into the abyss. Five sucked on the skin on your neck, pouring out a strong hickey while you could only scream and whimper for him, unable to do anything else. . He entered you deeply, taking whatever inch you had and forcing you to take it deeper.

Five did not allow you to move an inch away, your hips clinging to his, held by his arm, him fucking you hard without you can moving your hips. He could feel you blinking on his dick, making your honey drip down your thighs. His hunger had given no respite, and when he looked at you, and he saw your angel face in an expression of pleasure, pain and dirty with tears, it further fueled Five's hunger.

"That, little slutt!"

You were close, pulsing on his dick, sweat running down your body, your broken moans. Five loved how you were a mess for him, your whole body scarred because of him. He never fell your owner as much as he does now. You begged for something you didn't know what it was, but Five did. And he would give it to you. But he felt your pussy squeeze him, swallowing him in a broken way.

“You can't come until I let you!”

“Da-daddy!” You moaned louder “Please! Please! I need... I need it! ”

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not cum until I tell you to!”

Five came out of you, turning you brutally on the bed once again, removing the belt from your neck. He climbed on top of you, now sticking your body to his, placing his mouth on yours in a gasping kiss. The skin-to-skin sensation was maddening, you were both hot, sweating, and Five squeezed your thigh tightly before slapping it down again. Your wrists were still tied, and you could only press them against his broad chest.

Your thighs were shaking and Five was delighted by this, he traced hickeys all over your breasts, and sank into you again when he sucked on your left sore beak.

Five held you while he fucked you in that position. Strong, cruel and hard. His hands were glued to your flesh, marking your skin with purple from his digits, holding his own moans. And you watched him with your mouth open by the screams and the sight. He was beautiful like that. Wild, his skin all sweaty, his teeth closed on his lip to keep from groaning, his black hair stuck to his forehead.

It was too much torture, too much stimulation, and you were already letting the tears flow while you were begging for something.

“Come to me, my good girl.”

Five didn't have to say it twice. You came intensely, your pussy sucking all of his cock and receiving the hot, thick liquid of his as a reward. You threw your head back in abandonment, feeling him it sink into you deeper, making sure you got all his sperm.

“Such a good girl for me.” Five whispered as he gave you a reward kiss you.

[stardustedangel]

A Quiet Love

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pairing || bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count || 1.4k

summary || bucky never felt wanted, never felt loved, but that all changed once he met you ; do not repost my work

warnings || fluff

author’s note || i loved writing this!! it put me in a really good mood so i hope you all enjoy muah <33

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Bucky rarely talked to anyone, with the exception of Steve. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was just more along the lines of where would he start? He didn’t know the team half as well as Steve did and he could see in their eyes that they were hesitant and cautious when he was around. It made him feel unwanted and unloved.

But that was before you.

Bucky had met you when you had joined the team due to your extensive knowledge in all things science and technology. He never really saw you besides the time you were introduced to the team. You were all smiles and all laughter—everything that Bucky had not been used to. And when two had made eye contact and you tossed him one of your gorgeous smiles, Bucky was quick to look away and try to keep the blush from rising up his neck.

He didn’t know what it was about you, but you captivated him. Entranced him. You made an empty silence feel full. He needed to get to know you more, but he just wasn’t confident enough for that. You looking at him made him feel things that he’s not sure he’s truly ever felt. Thankfully, you had enough courage to share between the both of you to go out of your way to get to know the super soldier who had caught your eye.

It started with small things at first. Sometimes you’d make coffee and pour some for Bucky, sliding it over the counter with a small smile on your face that Bucky returned with a rather blank look. When you both happened to be at the gym at the same you’d bring him a cold water bottle and a towel before quickly going off to do your own workouts. It was things like this that you never brought much attention to. You didn’t want to make some of these things a big deal and make Bucky uncomfortable, and Bucky truly did appreciate it. You always did these things quietly and reserved. In some of those moments, Bucky wished that you would break the silence at times when he was too afraid to.

And after a couple of months of these small gestures, you finally did.

Bucky and you were in the lab sitting beside each other, His body faced forward while yours was faced towards his body working on his arm after a kong mission the team had just come back from. A section of his arm was open up while you took different tools to his arm, making sure everything was in order. When you had spoken to Bucky, he almost hadn’t heard it. He looked towards you with furrowed eyebrows and eyes sparkled with confusion. He asked you to repeat your questions and you did without meeting his eyes.

“I just asked if you were upset.” You continued to work on his arm, eyes gazing up to attempt to look up at him, but you refrained from doing so.

“What makes you ask that,” Bucky mumbled out back towards you.

“You just,” you trailed off as your arms left his arm and your eyes looked up to meet his, “I don’t know. You just seem different today. Mad? Frustrated? I don’t know.” Bucky broke eye contact and you started closing up the panel of his arm.

“You noticed all that just from sitting with me?” Bucky’s tone was light and contrasted to how you’ve heard him speak to anyone else.

The corners of your mouth lifted slightly, “I notice you all the time, Bucky.”

Once the panel was closed and you could hear the whirring of the gears in his arms, your brain had finally caught up to what you just told Bucky.

“Not like that! That sounds weird. I just realized how weird and creepy that sounded—”. You were cut off by the smile Bucky threw at you and sighed in relief.

Bucky got up from his chair and headed out the door, but not before calling out your name. You looked at him with those same sparkling eyes that you gave him the first day you met.

Bashfully Bucky spoke, “I notice you a lot, too.” And with that, he left the lab and also left a beaming smile on your face and eyes full of hope.

Ever since that day in the lab you and Bucky have been gradually spending more time together and growing closer. Quickly growing from friends to lovers over the next couple of months. The time you both spent together was always so quiet and intimate that no one ever really seemed to notice the two of you running off during the day to see each other. Sometimes there were off days where no other members of the team could find the two of you but just left their thoughts to be pure curiosity and speculation. Little did they know that on those days if they really tried to find either of you, they’d find the two of you cozied up sharing any and everything about each other.

Steve was the first to notice. Of course, he was. He could read Bucky like a book and could see he’s been happier, and the only conclusion he could come to was you. You made him happy and it was easy for Steve to tell. And when he saw the two of you on the balcony late at night exchanging whispers and small laughs, Steve was grateful that someone like you had come into their lives. Had come into Buckys more specifically.

It didn’t take long after Steve for the rest of the team to realize what was going on between you and Bucky. It started to become more and apparent the harder you both started to fall for each other. You couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. It didn’t matter where or what the circumstance was—anyone could see the longing gazes the both of you shared.

Then they noticed the lingering touches. The way your fingers would linger longer than needed when passing a cup of coffee, or the way that Bucky’s arm would graze your waist when he gently moved past you. Maybe things became ever more obvious when on movie night you had fallen asleep and your head had landed on Bucky’s shoulder and he simply brought you closer, making sure a blanket covered you and you were comfortable against him. Maybe it was the time Bucky was reading a book on the couch and you bounded over to him, lifting his arms to settle your head on his lap before proceeding to fall asleep. The smile that made its way to Bucky’s face said everything that needed to be heard.

Nobody ever brought these exchanges they’ve noticed to either of you, scared that if anyone said anything you both would feel uncomfortable and maybe these touches would cease. Seeing someone like Bucky be in love was a sight to see and something that no one wanted to take away, being able to put together that this was the happiest that he’s been in years.

The love you two shared was incomparable to anything Bucky or you had ever felt. Just being in each other’s presence made your belly warm and your chest flutter. Much didn’t need to be said between the two of you to say how much you loved each other, but god if you guys didn’t love saying it. Between small talks and passionate kisses, the words always rolled off of your tongues. It always felt right to Bucky—being with you and exchanging words like they were a sermon. He could never keep anything of himself from you. And nothing was ever prompted from you. You never wanted to pry into Bucky’s head. Never wanted to make him feel like others had, but Bucky had no problem letting you in onto every aspect of himself.

Bucky was yours and you were his. You both felt infinitely entwined with each other. To think that before you Bucky felt lonely and unloved, and now with you by his side he feels like people could take and take from him, but he’d still feel full. He’d still feel loved. He’d still feel like Bucky. And he had you to thank for that. No one else would ever make the two of you feel like the other had. It was an unspoken love that would be written in the stars. A love that the two of you would never grow old of. A quiet type of love.

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[ultralovedeluxe]

Hey I love your work! Would you mind doing Rohan with prompts 41 and 43 whenever you can? And maybe nsfw if your comfortable? 👉🏼👈🏼

Have a good day/evening!

Oml I love YOU so much! I'm a big fan of your work so I was nervous when writing this (it's very rushed oml), I hope you enjoy though!

Yandere! Rohan Kishibe with prompts #41 and #43

'I'm all you have left now'

'They didn't know you belonged to me so I had to get rid of them!'

Warnings: yandere behaviors, cheating accusations, manipulation, slut-shaming, inappropriate use of stands, non/dub con, blow-jobs, nsfw

Dating the famous mangaka Kishibe Rohan would be an honor to most people. He's a man of power and fame, who wouldn't want to be with him? The moms who hang out at the park always tell you that you should feel like the luckiest person in the world. They'd tell you that a million girls would kill to be in your shoes.

Although you love Rohan with all your heart (and you should feel deserving of his love), you sometimes start to wonder if dating the great Kishibe Rohan is worth it.

You met Rohan at an art exhibit in France. You had been a model for several pieces in that said exhibit, so obviously you had to come along for the event. Meeting Rohan was a love at first sight. He had asked if you would want to model for him sometime, and you had agreed. Soon after one visit and project, came after another, and then another, until you were working mainly with the mangaka. You can't say you didn't like it though, you enjoyed being in Rohan's presence. He was chivalrous when he wanted to be, and you found his sarcastic nature be quite humorous in fact. You spent so much time with Rohan in fact, you would have considered him a friend. Your relationship with the mangaka was no longer just work related, the both of you had become good friends.

However, the real problem in your friendship with Rohan began to show when your parents were involved. Your parents tolerated Rohan (or at least you thought they did), but they were getting annoyed with the fact the mangaka kept hogging your time. You should be modeling with professional photographers, or modeling for famous designers. But instead you're being used as reference from some manga artist in Japan.

You understood your parent's point of view in the subject, but you enjoyed working with Rohan more than you did any other project you had worked on. You continued to visit Rohan, despite your parent's protests (and Rohan couldn't have been happier).

The more visits that happened, the closer you got to the mangaka. It wasn't long before Rohan had asked you on a date. Eventually multiple dates leaded to the both of you starting a relationship. You knew your parents would hate Rohan even more now, but he didn't seem to mind. He'd always tell you that he didn't care what your parents thought about him, he was content with having you as a partner. Even if your parents did find out about your secret relationship, you highly doubt they would react dramatically. Sure, they'd really, really dislike it, but they wouldn't disown you for it. After all you were a grown adult, you should be able to make your own decisions right?

At least that's what you thought. One day, Rohan made an unexpected visit on your front door step. You didn't expect for him to be there, nor did you know how he got your address (considering the fact you lived in a completely different continent), but you didn't think much of it since you thought this could be your chance to properly introduce Rohan to your parents.

The introduction went by smoothly, Rohan was getting along with your parents, and your parents seemed to accept that Rohan was your partner. However, it did seem a bit suspicious that your parent's dislike of Rohan turned into an approval almost in a span of a few minutes. They had even agreed to let you move out with Rohan. While you could admit that you and Rohan had been planning to live in Morioh-Cho together, you didn't think it'd happen instantly. And that your parents would agree nonetheless. Regardless, you and Rohan accepted your parent's blessing's and left France.

You vividly remembered on your plane flight to Morioh-Cho, Rohan had whispered in your ear while stroking your hair softly, "You must be lucky to have me right [first]? I'm all you have left now.."

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Life in Morioh-Cho was sweet to say the least. It was a drastic change from living in a fashion capital of the world, to a small quiet place where there was much to do. Nevertheless, you truly enjoyed your new life, it was better than going to photoshoots every week. Speaking of which, you never do photoshoots anymore. Rohan convinced you to quit your job as a model (since he is wealthy enough to provide for the both of you anyway), and you had agreed. Though, every time you mentioned getting a job to Rohan, he'd simply call you an idiot for wanting to work. He'd ask you if he needed step up his game for you, and you'd only close your mouth in the conversation.

Your relationship with Rohan was a drastic change too. From what was sweet, humble dates every weekend, went to being locked in a home for what was everyday. Rohan would spend hours in his art studio, drawing multiple pages for his manga. He'd tell you to not go out while he was working. But even then, that's most of the time.

You'd be lying if you didn't find this type of behavior weird.

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"I'm leaving to go visit Italy for a couple of days [first]. Do you remember the rules?"

You nodded and kissed Rohan's cheek before handing him his suitcase. "Don't go outside unless we run out of groceries, don't let people inside-" Rohan cut you off "Especially those idiots Josuke and Okuyasu" he said scoffing at his distaste for the boys. You only sighed in response, "Especially Josuke and Okuyasu. Hope you have a good trip love" you smiled holding his hands close to your chest. Rohan kissed your lips softly and mumbled a quick 'goodbye' before leaving your shared home. You sighed and walked into the kitchen, before sitting down on a chair. You respected his rules, and you didn't want to lie to him, but you were bored out of your mind. You wanted to go out and have fun. Not to mention, although you know that Rohan could buy you whatever you wanted; but you wanted to have some money of your own. You can't rely on Rohan forever. You had decided that tomorrow you'd start looking for a job (any job, part-time even, you just wanted some type of job to keep you entertained for a while). Rohan would get mad sure, but you promised you'd discuss when he'd come back. You were sure he'd support you

You were sure of it.

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Looking for a job was harder than you thought. It seemed that nobody wanted to hire somebody who only had 'model' on their resume. Sometimes you'd wish you had taken on other jobs other than modeling, maybe then people would hire you. Regardless, you kept looking, desperate to find a job somewhere.

In the end, you ended up finding an Italian restaurant after hours of searching. You stepped in and was greeted a tall, blonde Italian man. "Hello good afternoon my name is Tonio, welcome to my restuarant" he greeted you while smiling at you sweetly. You smiled awkwardly and muttered a quick 'thank you', "Um Tonio san, I'm not here to eat..but I'd like to ask you if you are hiring. I can't cook, but I can be a waitress!-" you exclaimed, leaving Tonio in a small shock. He looked at you up and down before smiling at you once again, "Well I don't usually hire people since I'm doing good on my own, but I guess a little help wouldn't hurt.." he told you. You smiled back and hugged him, "Oh thank you so much! You don't know how much I struggled finding a job today-" you let him go, "Uhm, sorry.." you mumbled. He chuckled and led you to a table.

The two of you talked a bit for a while, you told hima bout your modeling career and your relationships, while he told you about his journey to Japan and Italian cuisine. You both shared laughs and stories together, you had a good time. Your time with Tonio became even better when he officially had hired you as a waitress! You were happy, and you couldn't wait to tell Rohan when he got home!

"Well I'll see you next week Tonio!" you shouted as you left the door, carrying the bouquet of daisies Tonio had gifted you. Tonio smiled, "I'll see you then bambina!".

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You arrive a little later than planned (guess you spent too much time talking to Tonio), but you finally made it home safe and sound. You might as well start cleaning, since you weren't going to sleep any time soon. As you opened the door, you were met face to face with Rohan. You dropped your daises on the floor, and began to think of all the apologies and excuses you could think of. But it was no use, excuses would only make Rohan's anger boil even more.

Why was he even here in the first place? Wasn't he supposed to be in Italy by now?!

"Rohan I-"

"Save it, I don't want to hear a word from you" Rohan growled angrily before walking towards you. He had pulled out a pen and you felt as if you passed out.

Rohan had used Heaven's Door to read the pages of your life. He looked for the information of today, and when he did, he was fuming. He read his newly learned information out loud, gripping onto your hair in the process, "This man named Tonio is so handsome, and he cooks too.. I feel like this skirt is a bit risqué, but oh well.." with that last sentence Rohan had the last straw. He removed his stand's effect on you, but not before writing a few things.

Once the effects of Heaven's Door were gone, you began to feel a heat between your legs. Noticing you were on your knees, you crawled your way to Rohan, "Rohann, feel so hot need you.." you mewled out. Rohan was furious with your previous behavior, but maybe this would help you learn a few things. "So you were tempted to cheat on me right? I bet you would’ve enjoyed if that Tonio flipped your skirt right?" he said slapping your face in the process. You whimpered, "No no no no, that's not true..please need you. Need you so bad" you were starting to tear up just by him insinuating you were going to cheat on him. Rohan looked down at you, gods you looked so pathetic, just like he wanted you to look like.

"Such a fucking slut" he said unbuckling his pants, eager to have your warm and needy mouth all around his cock. Once he finished doing that he looked at you dead in the eye, "Suck. Suck like the whore you are. Aren't you ashamed [first]? I bet you also sucked Tonio’s cock in that job interview right?” He said watching you as you sloppily sucked his cock. You probably aren’t even thinking right now, your just hungry for his cock right? Such a little slut. “And to think your parents didn’t like me. They just didn’t know you belonged to me. But that’s fine I had to get rid of them regardless..” he chuckled before he bucked his hips into your mouth repeatedly.

Rohan grabs you by the hair and begins to push your head down his member, sinking your mouth down to his pubes; much to your displeasure. At the moment however he didn’t care what you felt, sluts like you don’t mind right? He continued to do so for a few more seconds before he came in your mouth, groaning loudly. He came inside your mouth, and there was so much of it you couldn’t help but to cough some out.

You laid your head on his lap and breathed out softly, before Rohan lifted your chin up and grinned,

“Who said we were done?”

-

Dating the great Kishibe Rohan would be an honor to most people. Who wouldn’t want to be by his side. Unfortunately for you, dating Kishibe Rohan was not a glitter and sparkles.

Being Kishibe Rohan’s personal cum dump isn’t much better either.

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──➤ Prompt used : #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” ─➤ Genre : Smut. ➤ Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Sexual intercourse, jealous sex, mild degradation, choking, biting, cunninlingus, penetration, spanking (once), sir kink.

The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.

Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.

Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)

And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.

« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.

Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.

« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »

The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »

« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.

« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.

You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.

The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »

The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »

The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.

« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.

« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.

And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.

The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.

« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.

Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.

« My goddess—… »

« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.

« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.

« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »

Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.

« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »

He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.

« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.

« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.

You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.

Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »

« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.

You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.

« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.

Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.

« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.

You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »

« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.

The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.

« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.

His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »

You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.

« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.

And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.

Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.

« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.

« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »

Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.

« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »

Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.

« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »

And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.

« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »

Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.

But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.

« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »

The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »

The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.

More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.

« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.

« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.

But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.

« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.

Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.

« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.

And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.

He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.

« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.

« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.

Well, you knew who you were going to thank now.

[shuahoonie]

out of love [tom holland]

PAIRING: tom holland x female!reader 

SUMMARY: being close friends with your ex is fine, right? even if your love for them was unparalleled among others. even if you were still in the process of moving on from them. even if you know they’re happy with someone else. even if you have no clue whether they loved you like you loved them. 

WARNINGS: foul language, so much angst, it starts ok at first then goes downhill from there. i literally write things on the go so i don’t know if this will have fluff at some point 

(if it does and i didn’t state it here, send me a cute photo of tom and a message of: ok wow she pulled thru 🤪; and if it doesn’t have fluff, send me a meme and a message of: miss girl i simply cannot today ✋😃)  

WORD COUNT: 5.6k 

A/N: hello! tonight, we are going to be sad!!! i know i usually like to write about all things fluff, but this?? this is just for me because i am having one of those episodes. i just need to feel something again aside from the stress of writing 3 academic papers per week lmao. i’m def not expecting people to like this type of vibe but yannoe. i apologize in advance. 

this is inspired by that one episode from new girl (season 6 x ep 16)

gif credits: @thollandgifs​ 

vanessa’s masterlist | taglist form | part two - pandemonium ​​

“You know, you can still live with us right?” Your friend Maia commented as she placed the box, labelled “fine china that mom gave me but will i ever use them?”, on the kitchen island. 

“I know,” You murmured dropping the heavy case of pots and pans on the floor. “But maybe living alone will be good for me.” You replied, forcing a smile. “Besides, I don’t want to int—“

“Hey, Y/N, where do you want this?” Harrison asked as he held out a box that’s labelled with “books that my grandpa passed on. HANDLE WITH CARE!” 

“Oh, just set it down on the living room—“ before you could even finish, Harrison dropped the box on the floor as if it was nothing. “Harrison!” You hissed, as you quickly rushed to check on the box. 

“Y/N, babe, they’re just books. Surely they can withstand any amount of pressure, yeah?” Haz tried to reassure you. 

“Haz, those books are from my grandpa—which I’m sure he got from his grandpa.” You sighed. “They’re really old and fragile, so I just want them to be in a well enough condition to stand in my bookcase.” 

“‘m sorry,” He murmured, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s just, why do you have to move out?” Harrison asked, frustrated at the whole thing. 

“Like I told Maia, maybe having my own place will be good for me.” You replied calmly, as you neatly put the box filled with your grandpa’s books in the corner room—the initial place where you want to build your bookcase. “It’s been a while since I’ve lived on my own.” 

“Yeah,” Harrison acknowledged “But there’s absolutely no reason for you to move out. You can’t possibly leave me with her!” He pointed at Maia who let out an audible gasp. Harrison was being dramatic of course.  

“Haz—“ You were trying to fight off a laugh. “You two are my constants and if I became dependant on having you two at my convenience, it’s going to be a huge problem.” 

“In my opinion, I don’t see it as a problem.” Maia pointed out childishly. You shook your head in disbelief. You had to move out because you miss having a place to yourself— a place where you can be at your complete worst and you don’t have to think about your friends worrying about you. 

Besides, moving out means you don’t have to see Tom that often and that was a bonus in your book. It wasn’t a sour breakup per se, it’s just really difficult to feel happy for your ex when he practically showcases how different he is now with his girlfriend. 

You prided yourself as a mature and well-rounded person who could be complete friends with her ex as if that’s normal. You could only keep the façade for so long. 

Four months. It’s been four months since you and Tom broke up. You lived with Maia soon after the breakup and that enough was a blessing. Maia couldn’t bear to handle the fact that you would be alone at a time like this. Harrison usually crashes at Maia’s so he was bound to move in with you two. In fact, he was always there more often than you. 

That was the point where you were convinced that Harrison liked Maia and that Maia liked Harrison.

Conveniently, you and Tom never ‘officially’ moved in together so you could avoid him freely at all costs.

Of course, that was eventually going to end soon. You and Tom were in the same friend group so you were bound to see each other, much to your dismay. You couldn’t exactly make Harrison and Maia pick friends because it’s not fair for anyone. 

You were all friends before you and Tom decided to date. Maybe that’s why people say to never date a friend—especially if they’re near and dear. 

You were coming back from work when you found people in the living room, and as if the universe really wanted to test you, it was the least likely people you’d expect to see. 

“Y/N!” Maia’s voice was pure panic. “I didn’t know you’d be home this early.” 

Your eyes quickly flickered between the two people standing across you before you diverted your attention to Maia. “Uh—yeah. There wasn’t really much to do in the office so I came home early.” 

Maia turned to Harrison who was equally lost on how to handle the situation. I mean, who wouldn’t?! What were you supposed to do when your friend drops in unannounced with their new girlfriend and to makes the matters worse, your other friend—whom your friend dated before— decides to come home early? 

You didn’t know how what kind of spirit took over your body that prompted you to extend your hand to the girl sitting beside your ex and say: “Hello, I’m Y/N.” 

The girl looked surprised but shook your hand in return. “Nadine,” Nadine smiled slyly “I—um, I’m Tom’s girlfriend.” 

Tom looked mildly uncomfortable but you chose to ignore it. You were becoming good at that—ignoring Tom. 

You returned the smile at Nadine. You could feel the burning stares from your friends, mostly Maia. You cleared your throat and said, “I’ll just be in my room to finish the papers I need to send to my editor if you’ll excuse me.” 

Before you left completely, you gave Nadine another smile and said, “It’s nice to meet you again, Nadine.”

You don’t remember how you got to your room but that was the least of your concern. You were just undeniably overwhelmed with what just happened that you didn’t even notice that there was a knock on your door. 

When you opened the door, it was the last person you expected to see standing in your doorframe. 

“Can we talk?” Tom asked in almost a whisper. 

You gave him a half shrug and opened the door slightly wider for him. 

“We’re okay, right?” He asked, looking at you in the eye. 

At this point, you convinced yourself that you were numb. You never talked about the breakup. You never overtly said anything about what you felt. You felt empty. You convinced yourself that you were empty. 

You stared back at Tom and without missing a beat, you replied “Of course. Why shouldn’t we?” 

“Just admit that you two will miss me,” You teased, grabbing another box from Maia. 

“Only if you admit that you’re moving out for an entirely different reason,” Maia whispered carefully as her eyes flickered towards Tom who was also helping with your move out. 

You pressed your lips together and acted like he wasn’t even there. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, you know, like a liar. 

You weren’t a vocal person. The idea of talking about your feelings was really difficult for you so you try your best to avoid it. Actually, it’s worse than that. You’d go to extreme lengths to avoid confrontation.

Obviously, it wasn’t healthy. You would always distance yourself whenever you feel emotionally exhausted, and you really meant that distance. It wasn’t bad at first—maybe a day or two was all you needed before you felt comfortable enough to be around people again. 

Then it became worse when you were in university. You were beyond unreachable. Aside from being emotionally exhausted, you were mentally drained too. You were always buried with papers and readings which was unavoidable but it took a huge toll on you. So whenever you get a chance to get a break, you completely shut off from people. 

Your friends definitely noticed it and they tried their best to help. 

Tom was among the people who definitely went out of their way to help you. He would always drop by at your dorm with food or coffee—he would literally just drop them off, most of the time. He would leave small notes that up to this day, you still kept and tucked away in a box. 

Both Maia and Harrison followed Tom’s approach. They would all alternate on who’s dropping what and when. Some days, Maia would drop off a new skincare product she’s been using or a lovely box of macarons from your favourite patisserie. 

On other days, Harrison would drop off some of his home-cooked meals or maybe a book he saw from a local bookstore—a book that reminded him of you.

Tom was very persistent though. He would sometimes wait out on the hall, just so he could see you and reassure himself (and your friends) that you were okay. 

You found it taxing at first—you would often try your best to match the energy from your friends, which only left you exhausted at the end of the day. You wanted space and you clearly weren’t getting that from Tom. You did acknowledge that he only did it out of pure concern. 

You often wondered why he did that, staying, but you didn’t ask him. You never did.

Maybe you were afraid that you’d come off as rude or that you’d seem ungrateful for dismissing someone when they’ve clearly taken the time off their day just to check on you. 

However, every time you’d open that door, it always seemed that Tom would breathe a huge sigh of relief when you lock eyes. Even if it was just for a quick second. You wondered about that too.

Tom wasn’t really being intrusive. Most of the time, he will leave a few minutes after you’d open the door to get the things your friends would drop off. You’d always ask him if he wants to stay inside for a bit, but he’d always decline.

Except for that one time, though. That one time that you knew you were going to fall in love.

It was the week of midterms and deadlines. You were knee-deep with papers from different classes that demanded to be finished that week, one of which was a research paper that practically tied you to your laptop and made you consume an unhealthy amount of caffeine. 

It wasn’t until 2 am when you were about to go on a quick drive to a McDonald’s but saw Tom dozed off in the hallway, his back pressed against the wall.

“Tom,” You shook him gently, trying not to startle him. “Tom, wake up.”

His eyes slowly fluttered open, seemingly disoriented at first but would soon fall into the warm familiarity that your face always brings. 

“Why are you sleeping in the hall?” You asked quietly, careful not to make a fuss. The walls in your dorm were very thin and you learned that the hard way. You’d think they’d put a disclaimer about that in the lease when you’re housing a bunch of university students with raging sex drives. 

It took Tom a minute to fully comprehend the question, seeing that the bright fluorescent light was being harsh on him and that he’s generally like that when being jolted awake. 

“Oh, erm, I—” Tom was finding the right words to use. He can’t exactly exclaim ‘I’ve been worried sick about you!’ out of nowhere. Instead he said, “I was waiting for you to open the door, just to see if you’re alright.” 

“All night?”

Tom scratched the back of his neck. “It seemed that way, yeah.” He muttered sheepishly. 

You were dumbfounded. Surely this was the first time someone actually fell asleep outside your door, waiting for you to come out. It was sweet but highly unnecessary. 

“I was just about to head out and get some McDonald’s, do you wanna come with?” You asked, giving him a hand to hoist himself up. 

“I should get going—“ 

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked cutting him off, taking Tom by surprise. He shook his head no. “Then you should really come.” You said, jingling your car keys in front of him.

Tom was debating whether or not to go with you. It’s been a while since you hung out, but that was the same case for everyone. None of your friends have properly hung out with you ever since the semester started. 

Tom should say yes, right? 

“Let’s go, Tommy,” You said as you grabbed his hand and dragged him across the hall. “I’ve been staring at my laptop all day and I really need some unhealthy food to balance out the concerning amount of caffeine I’ve consumed.” 

“Is that why you’re practically bouncing off the walls?” Tom asked amused, trying to keep up with your pace with your hand holding his. 

“Totally,” You grinned at him. “I need to wear out the caffeine or else, I’d have to skip my morning class again.” 

“French?” 

You nodded. “They’re counting the amount of absences in that class and I really need to keep my shit together.” 

“‘m not exactly sure why you took that as an elective,” Tom commented, properly wrapping his hand around yours with fingers interlacing each other.  

You tried to ignore it, you really did, but the warm feeling that settled around your stomach drove you crazy. 

“Why not? I think it’s cool to learn another language.” You nudged him playfully which he gladly returned. 

“I know and trust me, I’m in awe that you’re learning another language! erm—I guess it’s just I feel like you’re overworking yourself too much.” Tom pointed out softly, hoping he didn’t come off as rude or intrusive. 

“Eh, I don’t mind.” You replied “It’s what drives me to keep going and for me that’s more than enough. Even if it leaves me little to no sleep, even if it takes too much of my time—it’s enough reason for me to do it.” 

Tom stared at you in admiration as soon as those words slipped out your mouth and you didn’t even notice it. You were walking towards the student parking lot, consumed by the twinkling lights from the neighbouring lanes near campus. 

Maybe if you weren’t busy consuming the quiet campus grounds, you’d notice the very first time Tom fell in love with you. 

“Besides, I know a phrase in french now.”

“Hm—and what’s that, then?” 

“Je ne suis pas l’escargot” 

“L’escargot? Isn’t that—“ 

“I am not a snail,” You giggled. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

Tom laughed, “I supposed so.” 

Maybe if you weren’t so afraid of confrontation, you’d have an idea of when Tom knew that you were his person.

See, the thing is— you needed to face reality sooner or later and both your friends could see right through it. 

“Honestly, Y/N, how on earth can your box of art materials be this heavy—” Tom appeared in front of the door frame, heaving as he carried the box from two flights of stairs. 

You quickly averted your gaze from Maia, who was staring at you expectantly, and cleared your throat. “You can just set them by the door, Tom. I don’t know where to put them yet.” You said as you tried your best to act normal. 

“You sure? They’re a tad heavy and I don’t want you to strain yourself.” Tom asked with furrowed brows. 

All you could do was nod. The last thing you wanted was Tom’s focused attention on you.

“If you say so,” Tom sighed in defeat “I’m going to grab more boxes—Baby, you don’t have to carry that!” Tom was quick to disappear as he urgently dashed towards his girlfriend, Nadine. 

“Oh, but I want to help, Tommy.” You heard Nadine say sweetly, assuming she was also pouting. 

You could see Maia roll her eyes, urging you to give her a nudge and a taunting look. “Maia,” you called her out, silently pleading her to stop. 

Maia settled down but she wasn’t exactly calm about it either. “I’m still not sure why she’s here.” She murmured. You and Harrison were close enough that you can hear her rambles—which was expected from her anyway. 

Maia and Nadine go way back—like toddlers and playgrounds kind of way. Though that sounds figuratively adorable in a way, Maia and Nadine never got along. 

Nadine used to date Maia’s brother, which already caused Maia a great demise. As one could expect, the relationship didn’t end well. She left him out of nowhere, saying she needs to find herself—or something along those lines. 

A week after the breakup, what Nadine found was herself in the arms of another man. Of course, Maia’s brother was devastated—He truly loved Nadine. Maia had to be the pillar that her brother leaned on. It took Maia a great amount of time to help her brother pick up the pieces that Nadine left. 

So yeah—Maia wasn’t thrilled when she heard that Tom was Nadine’s new boyfriend. 

“She offered to help, Mai,” You whispered “Who am I to deny help?” 

Maia looked at you as if you managed to empty your head while you were moving in between flats. “She’s been after me ever since we were kids. She’s also the reason why it took my brother months to get out of bed,” Maia deadpanned “and She’s Tom’s new girlfriend. Remember Tom? Your ex?” She said rather loudly.

You gave her a tiny pinch on her arm, causing her to yelp. “Maia, are you nuts?!”

Harrison left the two of you so he could grab more boxes, while you and Maia bickered silently amongst each other. 

“You are thicker than I thought—Seriously, Y/N. Quit pinching me!” Maia aggressively rubbed her arm. 

“They’re going to hear you!” You hissed. “The last thing I want is for those two to get involved.” 

“Babe, they’re already involved. Tom, especially.” Maia remarked. “I see the way you look at Tom. I also see the pain you feel whenever he’s with she who must not be named.” 

“I’m not doing this Maia,” you mumbled as you walked past her. Your objective was now to help Harrison with the remaining boxes. Your objective was anything but to talk about you and Tom. 

“You have to face it sooner or later, Y/N.” Maia called out “I’m not leaving you or this apartment until you tell me what really happened.” 

“What’s going on?” Harrison asked as he entered the apartment, carrying three sets of boxes. You grabbed one from him and actively avoided his question. 

Before Maia could reply, Tom and Nadine appeared on the doorframe, with Nadine practically glued to Tom. 

“Harrison got the last remaining boxes so we’re heading off now,” Tom announced as Nadine’s face painted with clear desperation to get out of your place. “Are we still going bowling tonight?” Tom asked before Nadine whispered something in Tom’s ear and left.

“I’m actually exhausted so I’ll pass,” You answered, obviously avoiding spending time with your ex and his current girlfriend. You’re not that pathetic. 

“Same might actually have to just drink the night away,” Maia responded with a grin.

“Well, there’s no way I’m third-wheeling so I’m good,” Harrison said as he threw himself towards the plush teal couch that you snagged from a flea market. 

For the tiniest second, Tom seemed disappointed but gave a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, maybe we can reschedule our bowling night, then?” He asked. “It’s not as fun to go bowling with just the two people.” 

You, Harrison, and Maia all shared a look. You weren’t on board with bowling-night, to begin with, but you didn’t want Tom to feel as if you were avoiding him—which you were but no one needs to know that. 

Maia looked at you, waiting for an answer because god knows she will solely depend on her decision based on yours. You don’t even have an answer, to begin with. 

“What are you two supposed to do then?” Harrison asked Tom. Thank god for Harrison.

“I might take Nadine to this poetry jam event that she’s been dying to go to” Tom replied with a soft voice. 

“A poetry night?” Maia almost wanted to laugh “You don’t even have the slightest interest in literature, Tom.” Maia didn’t mean to offend him or maybe she did? She wasn’t completely fond of Tom ever since you and Tom broke up—well, she wasn’t fond of the idea that Tom was dating her ‘arch nemesis’, but Tom was her friend and so were you. 

“I know that, Mai.” Tom rolled his eyes “but Nadine likes it and I’ll do everything to make her happy.” That left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

“If you say so,” Maia murmured before she took a quick look at you. She looked like she wants to give you the biggest hug. But you held a stoic look on your face—something that you picked up because you were afraid of confrontation. 

“I’m serious,” Tom defended, lost in his feelings, which only irked Maia even more. 

“I know, I heard you— we heard you,” Maia replied, her face showing only one emotion: annoyed. “God, read the room,” Maia grumbled to herself. Harrison had to reach for her hand, urging her to calm down. 

“I really love her,” Tom whispered. That left a slap in the face. 

It was a cold Saturday afternoon and it has been raining almost all day. It was one of the rare weekends that you weren’t really occupied to do anything other than to lay on your couch and consume a copious amount of entertainment.

Despite the spitting rain, you actually want to head out this time. Being confined to your desk and the university was torture especially since you couldn’t do anything about it—the four of you were graduating this year, no one could afford to slack off. 

You and Tom were cuddled against the sofa— Tom was busy watching something on TV while you were busy scrolling on your phone. 

“Hey, Tom?” 

“Yes, my sweet girl?” 

“Do you want to go downtown?” You asked, looking at your phone as you read the details of an event happening this weekend.

“Right now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “There’s a book fair being held at the local theatre.” You rested your chin on top of his chest and gave him a pout. You were getting sick of being cooped up between your study table and the library. This book fair was a change of scenery and it’s definitely right up your alley.

“But it’s raining, darling” Tom tried to say in the softest way possible. It’s not exactly up in Tom’s interests though.

“I know,” You sighed “I guess I’m just getting sick of this place.”

“You’re getting sick of me?” Tom asked with a huge pout. He was kidding of course. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you, Tom.” You chuckled softly. 

“Okay,” He hummed, pulling you closer to him—if that was even possible. “Then can we stay like this for a while?” 

“Anything for you, angel.” You whispered as you closed the details about the local book fair. Maybe next time. 

Soon after Tom left, Maia pulled you to her side and asked, “You okay, babe?” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You feigned innocence. It was clear as day that you weren’t okay, your friends knew that. 

Knowing that you weren’t going to budge, Maia walked towards the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine from the fridge. 

Harrison raised an eyebrow at her and asked, “When did you manage to put that in the fridge?” All of you had been occupied with grabbing boxes that there was no way that Maia had the time to put wine in the fridge, let alone obtain them from somewhere.

“It was supposed to be a celebratory drink for Y/N’s new place,” Maia replied as she set the wine and three various mugs on the coffee table. “Obviously, that’s not happening now.” Drinking wine using the oddly designed mugs you collected over the years was a cry for help. 

“It’s 4 pm, Mai.” You pointed out as you stared at the white LED clock that you bought off Amazon—another impulse purchase enabled from scrolling on Pinterest for way too long. “We haven’t even had lunch yet.” 

“Oh please,” Maia snorted “If there’s one thing that I’ve picked up from university, it’s drinking with little to no food consumption.” 

“And if there’s one thing that I’ve picked up from university, it’s cancelling all of my plans for the entire day because I have to tend your hungover-self, Mai,” Harrison remarked as he grabbed the bottle and placed it back on the fridge. “I’m ordering food and no one’s drinking until everyone has finished a meal.” 

You heard Maia mutter a string of curses but most especially the part that she said, “This is not the version of daddy that I envisioned Harrison to be.” 

All of a sudden Maia’s idea of binge drinking doesn’t seem like a bad idea, you thought. 

Turns out Harrison had no intention of letting any of you drink. He was pretty adamant about not having to babysit two drunk messes in one night. 

“As if babysitting one isn’t enough,” You recalled Harrison say. He was obviously pertaining to Maia, in which she just huffed the entire time. You often wondered if Maia and Harrison noticed the obvious tension between them, because personally you found it endearing. It was no question that they were meant for each other. 

“Y/N, you still haven’t told us whatever happened between you and Tom.” Maia suddenly pointed out. You, Maia, and Harrison were still in the living room, silently watching TV. 

You were actively avoiding this conversation for the longest time as you haven’t told anyone about it, and based by the curious faces of your friends, you figured that Tom didn’t tell anyone about it either. You’re still not sure whether that’s a relief or not.  

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You mumbled. It’s not like you were lying, there really was barely anything to talk about. Heck—You and Tom never got to talk about it properly either. 

“We see the way you look at him, Y/N.” Harrison replied softly. “I think there is something.” 

“Look—” Maia sat up properly “I know you’re not really vocal about your feelings, but the fact that you’ve never talked nor showed any emotion about your breakup terrifies me, babe.” Maia’s tone was laced with concern. 

“I remember the day you told us about it too,” Harrison couldn’t hide his concern too “We were having brunch together at our usual diner and half-way through our meal, you promptly said “We broke up” when Maia asked where Tom was,” Harrison recalled it like it was a fever dream. He and Maia had already expected that you weren’t going to tell them about the breakup when it just happened. However, it baffles them that it’s been over a year since you and Tom broke up, and not one word has been said about it. 

It was silent for a while, except for Criminal Minds that was playing on the TV. You blankly stared at the screen, hoping that you’d catch whatever the agents were saying. It was impossible, especially when all your mind could focus on was the recollection of the day Tom knocked on your door at 1 am to breakup.  

You were relatively busy that day from volunteer work, so you haven’t seen any of your friends the entire day—or Tom for that matter. Actually, you haven’t seen Tom in a few days. He would send texts periodically throughout the day but they were always short and most of the time, you always forget to reply. 

You figured Tom was busy with his own thing and both of you established early on in your relationship that texting—or lack thereof— shouldn’t account to your relationship, especially since both of you are equally bad at it. 

You didn’t think any of it since you were bound to see your boyfriend and your friends tomorrow for brunch anyway. He will have your undivided attention by then. 

So imagine your surprise when you heard a soft knock from your door at 1 am, only to find Tom in disarray. His eyes were bloodshot red, tears falling down his face. His messy curls were masked under the hood from his jumper. 

At first you were in panic, you thought that something terrible had happened to any of your friends—his family even. 

But as soon as Tom dropped to his knees and whispered, “I’m sorry,” you had a clear idea what was bound to happen next. 

It’s been silent for a while. The door was still open and Tom sat out in the hall with his back leaning against your wall. You did the same thing except you were on the other side of the wall that Tom was leaning on. 

You two were close enough to the door frame that you could hear each other, actually facing each other was a whole other thing. Tears kept streaming down your face as you kept your eyes closed and rested your head against the wall. 

At some point in your relationship, you prepared yourself in case this happened— that you would accept whatever happens between you and Tom. You didn’t exactly anticipate that it would happen so soon. 

“Was there someone else?” You asked quietly. It was the first time you spoke after Tom dropped to his knees. You hoped there wasn’t. In fact, you silently begged to yourself that there wasn’t someone else, because you knew that you couldn’t handle that. 

“No, no—of course not.” Tom immediately answers.”I could never do that to you.” 

It was silent again. You were starting to feel numb—you tried your best to gather your thoughts and forced words out of your mouth, but you couldn’t. 

“Are we not worth fighting anymore?” You practically whispered. It was a gamble— you weren’t exactly sure if Tom had heard it and you don’t have enough strength to ask it again. 

“Y/N,” Tom sniffled. “You can’t say that.” He placed his hand on top of yours. You had your hand resting on the floor and you didn’t exactly notice that it served as an invitation for Tom hold it again. 

You love Tom with all your heart. He kept dismissing it but Tom made you a better person. He made you feel like love can be expressed through different forms of things—not just words.

You loved him by exclusively making time for him. You went on museum dates where he would make cheesy remarks, saying that you’re the most remarkable piece of art in the entire place. You went on dates to watch football games—you never understood it but Tom was happy, so you were happy.

You loved him through your touch. You would often massage his back because he had been tirelessly working himself to the core. He didn’t ask for it but you knew it would make him feel better. Your touch didn’t have to be intimate—though you expressed it through that way too

You loved him through mindless actions. Almost every time you would stop by at the local cafe to grab yourself some coffee, you would always recite Tom’s favourite order on autopilot. 

You loved him through silence. Study dates were gems for you. Even if you didn’t talk for the entirety of it and even if you were the only one who studied for the most part and Tom was just playing on his phone, having Tom beside you was enough.

You loved him so much that it pains you to think that maybe you weren’t enough for him. 

“I don’t think I can fight for someone who doesn’t even want to,” You muttered bitterly. “Just answer the question, Tom.” 

He didn’t answer. All you could hear were the silent sobs that you two were trying to hold back. At this point, you knew you wouldn’t look at Tom. Your heart wouldn’t take it—it will crush you. 

“Are you not happy anymore?” Your voice cracked as you broke into a sob.

“Y/N—“ Tom squeezed your hand even more. You’re going to miss it, but you had to let go. 

“Tom, if I’m standing in the way of your happiness then we should end this.” You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away. There’s a ghostly feeling that still lingered from Tom’s touch. 

“Please, Y/N, let me explain—“ 

“It’s okay, Tom.” You whispered. “I understand.” 

“You know I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Tom.” 

“But—“ 

“But maybe it’s best if we end it, I know. I got it.” You let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from crying. “Maybe it’s better if we stayed as friends.” Maybe it’s better to realize that whatever you and Tom had were too good to be true—that your love will never compare to the love he deserves. 

“Do you want the truth?” You asked your friends, with tears forming in your eyes. You can’t even decipher how they looked at you because of the tears clouding your vision. 

Were they looking at you in pity? Empathy? Sadness? 

“The truth is—I’m mad.” You gritted the words through your teeth. This was the first time your friends had seen you like this. All of the pent-up sadness, aggression, and hurt you felt was starting to get the best of you. 

“I’m angry. I’m hurt.” You snarled, furiously wiping the tears from your face. “I’m angry at the fact that I can’t seem to be genuinely happy for Tom. I’m hurt at the idea he seems to be a better boyfriend for Nadine, that he constantly makes an effort for her.”

“I don’t even know if he even loved me the way that I loved him,” Your voice became quiet “and it’s selfish for me to think that way because I never fought for it—for us. That’s enough reason to keep me up at night.” 

That’s enough reason for you to wonder if you’ll be capable of loving someone so deeply again. 

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Personal Punching Bag - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,627

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Sweaty!Gojo, Oral, Teacher Student relationship, slight daddy kink, aftercare, Sexual tension whew

Summary: Gojo meets you in the gym for a surprise session, except this one ends a bit differently ;)

A/N: This is part two, part one is on my masterlist! This is my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoy!

My requests are open!

It'd been a week since you'd seen Gojo outside of class. He'd made no mention of your gym session since it happened or any indication that he'd meant to follow up on his empty suggestion of "We should do this again sometime"

Admittedly it'd left you deflated. You'd found yourself distracted in class, daydreaming of his eyes under the blindfold and how they looked even prettier than the blue sky on a clear day. Instead of focusing on your studies, you were zoning out and your time spent in the gym after classes just left you frustrated and yearning for more.

You knew deep down you liked more than just his eyes, Gojo had given you more than enough to think of at night when you were alone in your dorm. The image of him shirtless and glistening in sweat permanently ingrained in your mind. Hormonal schoolgirl fantasies running wild.

It was so unlike you, you hadn't checked but you could tell your grades were slipping and your reflexes weren't as sharp as they used to be. In the event that you were sent on a mission, you didn't know if you'd be able to hold your own or if you'd have to rely on Yuji and Megumi for your safety. The thought of being defenseless against curses frustrated you. You were supposed to be better than that and you felt like you were letting yourself and others down.

Today you walked to the gym by yourself, you'd grown distant to your friends lately. Your head too far up in the clouds to handle any conversation. You opened the door, a glimmer of hope in your eyes before it inevitably faded.

He wasn't there. Again.

With a sigh you took off your shoes, stepping onto the plush mat, and approaching your usual punching bag. The bright red canvas seemed to taunt you as you got into the stance that your sensei taught you not long ago.

You swung and hit the bag weakly, the dull thud reaching your ears and making you groan in annoyance. Abandoning your stance you let hell rain down on the punching bag. Swing after swing battered the equipment.

"You know I'm probably a better sparring partner than that bag."

His voice made your heart sing, your fist pausing mid-air when you heard it. Shaking your head you brushed the stupid feeling off. Internally scolding yourself. You don't have time for this.

"Why are you here, Sensei." You were clearly annoyed, your tone laced with irritation.

Gojo simply didn't care, "I thought we discussed that. Calling me Sensei outside of class." He was teasing, you could tell but you were tired. Your muscles beginning to ache from your pitiful workout.

"Fine," You spit. "What are you doing here, Gojo."

"You're clearly frustrated," He mused "Why don't you take it out on me" Without a second thought you turned and swung at him. Fist flying faster than he'd anticipated. Even though it caught him off guard at first, he recovered quickly and caught your fist, holding it in his own.

For a moment you both stilled, it was the first time you'd made eye contact in a while. His blindfold was already removed and you momentarily felt lost. With a smirk, he snapped you out of your daze by pulling you forward by your hand.

Tripping over your own feet you fell into his chest with a soft thud. He felt warm and smelled like honey and freshly washed laundry. You felt a laugh rumble through him as he spoke, "Don't get too comfortable, we haven't even begun."

Before you had a chance to question what he'd meant he used his other hand to tilt your head up to kiss you. It started off slow at first, lips melting together as it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You'd wanted this so badly, but you'd also wanted more.

You became greedy, slipping your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, and pulling him closer. Gojo bent down to respond to your advances, tearing himself away from you for a moment to trail his lips down your neck.

He began sucking and biting lightly with his mouth, trailing lower as you pressed up against him. The grey sweatpants he wore to the gym left little to the imagination but what you felt against you was no dream.

You reached down to his bulge, clearly growing bigger the farther the two of you went. Your breathing grew heavy as you palmed him through his sweats. "S-Sensei"

"No." He growled out between sloppy kisses, his hands moving to your breasts. "Say my name, (y/n). Say it."

"Gojo" You moaned as his inquisitive fingers slipped under your bra and began to play with your nipples, the action sending small shocks to your core.

"I- I wanna make you feel good, Gojo." You whispered in between small pants as his hands continued to shamelessly roam your body. Your workout had already left you feeling sweaty but his actions were making your blood pressure rise. His hands relented and you took it as you greenlight.

Sinking down to your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes becoming clouded with lust. In one swift motion, you pulled down his sweats. To your surprise he'd gone commando, the soft look of shock on your face made him smirk. His blue eyes darkening as he watched his cock spring forward towards your beautiful face.

He'd never have admitted it but he'd imagined this very moment multiple times over the past week, hands moving over his own length late at night with your name on his lips.

Slowly you took him in your hand, slowly pumping him as you wet your lips. Your tongue flicked out towards his tip, the smallest of touches made Gojo moan softly, spurring you on. You wrapped your tongue around him. Slowly beginning to inch your way down his impressive length.

His hands found their way into your hair, petting you softly as you worked and keeping it out of your face. Gojo looked down on you with adoration, stroking your cheek softly as held back a moan.

"You're doing so well, baby." He praised, "Making your daddy, feel so good."

The name made your eyes widen and your thighs clench, you looked up at him as you took him all into your mouth. Your hand gripping his leg for stability.

You felt drool escape your mouth as you bobbed your head, listening to breath hitch as you looked up into his eyes. You moaned around him, feeling yourself growing even wetter.

Gojo tapped your cheek lightly, prompting you to stop your movements. You released him with a pop, his cock even harder than before as he pulls you up off the floor. "I want to be inside you, Baby. Wanna feel you come around me."

You moaned softly at the idea, quickly turning into a mess. He picked you up by your waist, wrapping your legs around him. As he walked you could feel him rubbing against your clothed heat, bringing you to the wall. He set you down for a moment, reaching down to drag down your yoga pants and squeezing your ass before lifting you again.

Hoisting you up he buried his face in your neck, your hair sticking to your skin with sweat. You felt like your nerves were on fire. Every little ministration going straight to your bundle of nerves that begged to be touched. Gojo started kissing your neck as his thumb moved your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him.

His fingers toyed with your folds, spreading your wetness up to your clit before slowly circling the bud. He could feel you tense up under him, your thighs tightening around his waist as you involuntarily pulled him closer, his cock rubbing against you.

Slowly he entered you with a hiss. Your warmth enveloping him as he started to thrust at a brutal pace. You were both so pent up, the thought of release taking over as you began rutting against each other. Gojo whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how tight you are and how good you've been for daddy as you moan uncontrollably.

It felt as though as much time had passed but simultaneously not enough. You wanted to be lost in him forever.

You could feel him hitting against your cervix, you felt so full, so fulfilled after yearning for a week of your dreamy-eyed Sensei.

Gojo.

You could scream it from the rooftops until your lungs ached. So you did, the sound filling the gym and no doubt the surrounding hallways, but you didn't care. The feeling of him rutting against you and setting your skin ablaze took away all reason, your chants only making him go deeper and faster. His finger found his way back to your clit as you continued to edge closer to your end. Beginning to lightly shake from the exhaustion and pleasure.

"Let go, (y/n). Come around my cock."

His words set you over the edge, your body tensing again as you moaned his name lewdly. All you could think about was how good you felt stretched around him.

Gojo came shortly after finishing inside you and riding out your highs. Slowly he slipped out of you, his hair covering his face as he pushed yours to the side, giving your forehead a kiss. Carefully he lowered you to the ground, letting you rest as he walked to his gym bag that you'd long forgotten and grabbed a small towel. Carefully he cleaned you up then sat back down beside you.

Wrapping his arm around you he smiled softly "I'll be your personal punching bag anytime."

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can I request being best friend with miyuki kazuya, and then falling in love and dating. (hq or scenario anything is fine), thanks and have a nice day♡~

AWW THE TYPICAL BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS! i think an hc would suffice hehe thank you for the idea my love!

warnings: none

miyuki kazuya x reader

my two in one

you and miyuki had been friends for as long as both you can remember

you or miyuki never had a lot of friends, so because of this it made you two inseparable

no matter how many times you guys tried to make other friends, it always came down to you and him

you guys teased each other a lot

and he would make you play catch with him 90% of the time

“kazuya, i want to watch a movie!”

“after we play catch for a bit”

when you found out he wanted to go to seido for baseball you figured you might as well too and become a manager or something. you just wanted to be with him

and you did! you became one of seido’s baseball managers, taking your job very seriously

your gaze would always be stuck on miyuki; he shone much brighter on the field and the way his passion was just oozing out attracted you to him

i mean it was something you always admired growing up

you would also stay with him after practice as he’s batting while having a normal conversation or whatever

“what did you have for lunch today?” miyuki would ask as he’s swinging the bat

“i had a bun”

“that’s no good, stupid. i’ll bring you lunch tomorrow”

and ofc you love his cooking (as i say in every miyuki prompt)

people thought you guys were dating from how much you spent time together

but you would just say “he doesn’t have any other friends”

and he was gonna fight you but you told him not to test you and he just grumbled

the other students would be like “just get together already”

you guys have study sessions together because you guys excel in different areas so it balances it out. he helps you with whatever you’re not good at and vice versa

sometimes he would go over to your place and just watch a movie or cherish your company

would literally just sit there as you’re minding your business

you don’t know this but he enjoys being around you a lot

for a long time you’ve always been his safe space

you never would’ve thought that you liked your best friend until a bunch of girls kept confessing to him

yeah i mean you understood and you’ve always thought he looked good too but you couldn’t help but think “mine”

but you didn’t want to tell miyuki in fear of ruining your friendship. it meant so much to you and you were willing to keep it the way it was than risking it all just because you had feelings for him

but one time you caught him talking to a girl and then later that day when you guys were supposed to study together, he blew you off to study with her

kazuya> hey y/n, i’ll be studying with another friend tonight. we can study together next week

you> ok

you felt so betrayed

so you decided to ignore him

and the whole day he was like “y/n why are you so upset?” “what’s wrong?” “y/n talk to me”

and then you would have enough and lash out

“it’s always been the two of us so why are you being so friendly to everyone!” you huffed

he would be in shock for a second and then chuckle after

and you’d be like “WHAT’S SO FUNNY STUPID KAZUYA”

and he’d be like “so.. you were jealous?”

you’d blush so hard and stomp away, not wanting him to know your little secret

but he grabs your hand and stares at you seriously

“do you like me, y/n?”

your heart’s beating so fast and out of fear you run away

you tell coach kataoka that you feel ill (to avoid miyuki) and went straight home after school

until he knocks at your door panting

“why weren’t you at practice today?”

and you’d tell him to go away

“stop running y/n, talk to me”

you start to get frustrated at this point

“what do you want me to say, kazuya? i like you but i can’t do anything about it”

you start to cry and ramble

“it’s so dumb, falling for you and having to grow up and meet other people, i feel so stupid and idiotic and—

“can you shut up for a second”

and you’d be like “what the fuck?”

and he’d be like “you are stupid. you are dumb. you are everything you think you are—”

“get straight to the point”

“but they’re everything i like about you too”

you just stare at him because what

your best friend just reciprocated your feelings

miyuki is a blushing mess

after that day you guys got together but not much has changed

you guys still act the same way and tease each other a lot

ofc there are perks

like behind closed doors, miyuki can’t get enough of you so he’s always clinging on to you or trying to kiss you

sometimes you’d sneak into the dorm to cuddle with him

a lot more affection through actions, words, everything

would tell you to wear his jersey at his games despite being the manager

a lot of “finally’s” especially from kuramochi

“IT’S ABOUT TIME”

you guys would rarely fight because you guys already know so much about each other

you’re so happy about it because now he’s really yours and you won’t let any other woman touch him

you guys are such an iconic duo it was meant to be

miyuki loves you 10x more just because you’re his best friend and girlfriend in one

he wouldn’t have it any other way

after all, in all these years his eyes weren’t on anyone else but you

BONUS

would tease you with cringe nicknames

“OH BUTTERCUP, WHERE ARE YOU!”

“kazuya if you don’t stop with those pet names i will make you run ten times more than sawamura later”

“aren’t we dating”

“yeah and”

THIS MELTED MY HEART I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ANON TT <3 THANK YOU

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Kiss- Azriel

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Characters: Azriel

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hi lovely, I'd like to request an Azriel x reader fic  with the prompts "Did... did you just kiss me?" I'm just really in the mood for some angst, with an angry confession, followed by heart melting fluff - Thank you! 

Word Count: 593

Author: Charlotte

One of the innate fears placed upon you as a human was of the fae and Prythian as a whole, so it was still daunting to think that you were now living in the Night Court amongst them. It was a long story how you ended up in the Inner Circle of the High Lord of the Night Court, but you were seen as their equal even if they were hyperaware of the fact that you were physically weaker and there would be many other fae who wanted to hurt you. For most of the time you were to stay under the watchful eye of at least one of them, and today it happened to be Azriel.

Although you enjoyed spending time with everyone in the Inner Circle for their own reasons, but Azriel had easily become your favourite. It wasn’t as though you had ended up spending more fun in your time with him but throughout your time in Velaris you had begun to fall in love with Azriel, even though you couldn’t read his emotions nearly well enough to tell if he felt anything for you.

You had asked to go for a walk today as you had spent more time inside than you were fond of and just escaping out to the beautiful views of Velaris was definitely your favourite thing to do.

“The way they spoke of Prythian, I would have thought that it would be far more horrific,” you said. “Everywhere I have seen thus far has been beautiful, especially Velaris, we have nothing like this.”

It had become habit for you to have a generally one-sided conversation with Azriel. He didn’t say much to you in response, but he had made it previously clear that he did listen to you and cared about what you had to say.

“I understand why there is a divide between our people, but it still baffles me how different your world is to everything we are told. I’m also aware that not every fae will be as nice as you guys, but we are always taught that you are all monsters, but you are the furthest thing from it.”

You stopped walking when you reached a spot that was quiet and beautiful, and you needed to take in the view before you would continue on your walk and turn back to where you called home. You weren’t sure what came over you, whether it was the happiness that your new life gave you or just seeing the gentle smile on his face, but confidence rushed through you, and you decided to go with it. You didn’t hesitate in fear of the confidence disappearing and leant up onto your tip toes to press your lips to his in a quick kiss.

Instantly you felt regret. You had no idea if he liked you in return and you were terrified of what he would say or do from you expressing how you felt.

“Did… did you just kiss me?” He asked, shocked by your action.

“I’m so sorry,” you croaked. “I didn’t mean to overstep… I just… I don’t know what I was thinking… I have liked you for a while and I was stupid… I’m sorry.”

You continued to ramble out an apology, only being stopped when he rested a hand onto your shoulder, snapping you out of your panic.

“You have no reason to apologise,” he said softly. “I have wanted to kiss you for the longest time.”

Your cheeks became red as he leaned in to kiss you once again.