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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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Don’t You Worry (Your Pretty Little Head)

Pairing: Guitarist!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You agree to spend twelve hours with Bucky whom you just met.

Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: THE LENGTH lmfao, soft smut??? Nothing vulgar and it’s sorta implied

A/N: I am honestly nervous about posting this piece because idk, aside from it being fucking long, I was never satisfied with how this was written lmfao. I literally rewrote this like idk 5 times??? And the fact that I made a mood board for a oneshot lmfao only means I poured my heart out into this shit and I’m really hoping y’all would enjoy this as much as my other works 🥺

MAIN MASTERLIST

Your idea of a fun Friday night involved your couch and Netflix playing in the background as you scrolled through your phone with a glass of wine in hand. This was your definition of pure bliss, something that Wanda violently opposed to.

So here you were, seated in the front of a music bar while Wanda’s favorite band played.

“See? This isn’t so bad, right? Better than wallowing in your apartment alone.” She teased as she leaned over to you, needing to amp up the volume of her voice so you can hear her.

“The fact that we can’t even hear each other properly makes wallowing alone sound so much better.” You told her, not even bothering to repeat yourself when she didn’t understand what you said over the loud music playing.

Her favorite band introduced their last song for the night and as they did, you checked your phone for the time. It was barely past ten in the evening and you were already dying to get home. You’ll bid goodbye after this, you promised yourself. Just one last song and you’re out. Before the band could even finish their last song, you’d already decided on what pizza to order and which wine to bring out.

That was until the next band came up on stage to prepare for their performance. You were leaning over Wanda already, about to tell her that you were heading home, when one particular guy caught your eye. Something that Wanda noticed when she saw you gawking at the stage.

“Oh my god. He’s definitely your type.” Wanda said when her eyes landed on the bassist.

He had dirty blonde hair and a clean-shaven face that looked a little too innocent for someone to be in a rock band. Your exact type— one with the boy next door appeal, someone you’d want to bring home to introduce to your parents. Wanda was so sure you were crushing on the bassist but as soon as he followed your line of sight, she almost choked on her own spit.

You weren’t eyeing the bassist, instead, you were completely focused on the lead guitarist. You were so enamored by this guy that you failed to notice Wanda gushing over the fact that you were enamored by someone who was the complete opposite of your type.

It was the lead guitarist who caught your attention. The one with long hair tied into a low, messy man bun, his stray locks framing his perfectly chiseled face. It wasn’t only the hair that made you look at him, it was also his left arm— it was covered entirely with tattoos. And then he started playing the guitar and good god, his fingers were something else.

It was rare for you to have certain thoughts, the kind that would make you sweat in church. And thank fuck for Wanda finally snapping you out of your filthy trance because if she hadn’t, you would’ve seriously drowned in your not so pure thoughts.

“I can’t believe you’re attracted to that guy. This makes me so excited, honestly.” Wanda squealed.

“Huh?” You played dumb of course. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Wanda snorted out loud, “I just witnessed you drool over the guitarist for a good five minutes. Stop denying.” She said.

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe I did. And so what? It’s not like I’m gonna act on it.”

“You have to fuck him.” Wanda casually suggested, making you choke on your drink.

You weren’t a prude but you didn’t like the idea of hooking up with people, most especially strangers. You weren’t going to lie though, it did cross your mind. Obviously, the way his fingers moved on his guitar really threw your brain down the gutter. Sure, you might have wondered what it’d be like to have those fingers on you but again, would you act on it? Hell no.

“It’s just one night. Live a little, come on. And you getting attracted to someone like him? That’s once in a blue moon, all the more you need to bring him home.” Wanda said.

“One night stands don’t really work well for me and you know that. The first time I tried that was also the last time because I ended up getting attached. And how did that end? Terrible. So no, thank you. Never again.” You told Wanda.

Fortunately, Wanda stopped bugging you about fucking the guitarist. It wasn’t really a big deal, it was nothing but a moment of admiration. You were hell-bent on going home anyway, well, maybe after his band finishes their first song. Besides, he wouldn’t notice you so why bother staying?

“Oh my god, he’s looking at you!” Wanda almost screamed, slapping at your arm until you turned to the stage.

And holy fuck. He was really looking at you. Why though? You even looked behind you to make sure it was you he was staring at and when you turned back at him, he smirked and threw a wink at your way.

“You know what, I think I’m gonna head home.” You said, not knowing how to act.

Wanda pulled you back down when you stood up, “Oh no, honey. No one’s going home this early.” She said. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would you?” She quickly added, tipping her head towards the stage.

When you looked up at the guitarist, he was still looking at you as he played. This time, he was actually pouting, as if pleading for you to stay. You quickly avoided his gaze and although it was dimly lit in the bar, you still bowed your head to hide the blush creeping up to your face.

You managed to survive the entire setlist of the band despite the flirty smiles and winks that the guitarist gave you. Wanda was ecstatic about it, it made you wonder if she was actually the one crushing on the guy. As soon as the last song was done, you excused yourself and hurried into the bathroom to compose yourself.

It was the first time that you experienced such attraction towards a guy like him. You always went with the good boys, so why were you so drawn to this guy who looked nothing but trouble? You were in denial, this was totally out of your comfort zone so you shook the thoughts away and promised yourself (again) that you’d head home this time. For real.

“There you are.”

You gasped out loud when you stepped out of the bathroom, quickly colliding against a solid chest when you heard his voice. It was low yet gentle, soft-spoken but sinful.

“I’m sorry?” You sputtered out, bowing down your head to avoid the lead guitarist’s gaze.

“I thought you left already.” He said. “I’m Bucky, by the way.” He introduced, extending his left arm for a handshake.

Your eyes landed on his tattooed arm, despite the ink covering it all up you could actually see his veins.

“And I’m going home.” You quickly shook Bucky’s hand, ignoring the electricity that ran through your veins and brushed past him, eyes scanning the bar for Wanda.

Bucky jogged ahead of you, blocking your way and chuckling to himself. “Don’t I at least get a name?” He asked.

You were internally screaming, but you managed to mention your name just so he would leave you alone. Sure, he was hot and he was actually flirting with you. But your fear of the unknown outweighed your attraction. You weren’t ready to step out of your comfort zone. Yet.

Bucky trailed behind you as you looked for Wanda, cursing to yourself when you couldn’t spot her anywhere. You took out your phone and called her immediately.

“Wanda? Where are you?” You hiss into the phone.

Bucky watched you with amusement and it was making you uncomfortable. He was just staring at you with a grin on his handsome face. And now, you just discovered that Wanda left you.

“What?! But why?! You’re my ride home! Come back and pick me up!” You exclaim into the phone, unable to believe that Wanda just ditched you.

“You can’t— hello? Wanda? Hello?” You groaned in frustration when your friend ended the call.

“I’d love to offer you a ride home but it’s too early, so how ‘bout I just buy you a drink?” Bucky asked, flashing you a charming smile that made your knees weak.

Part of you wanted to give in and just say, fuck it, let Bucky do whatever he wants with you. The reasonable part of your brain though, highly opposed to this and pulled on the alarms. This guy probably just wants to get you into his bed and although it doesn’t sound that bad, you worried more for what could happen afterwards. You weren’t ready for a repeat of the past. You were too emotional, you had too many strings and they get attached way too quickly.

“No, thank you.” You told Bucky and headed outside the bar, deciding to book an Uber instead.

Bucky was persevering though and followed you out, blocking your way into the sidewalk and snatching your phone away.

“Hey, give me my phone back!” You exclaimed.

“The night is young, c’mon. Why are you so aloof anyway?” Bucky asked.

“Because I don’t know you?” You responded.

Bucky chuckled, “Have you ever heard about making friends? I mean, pretty much everyone you meet starts off as a stranger. And it’s not like I’m a serial killer or anything. I’m not gonna rob you but I most certainly won’t give you your phone back until I convince you to stay a while.” He said and god, he was too charming for your own good.

He made a good point about making friends. You couldn’t even remember the last time you made a new one. Bucky could see the gears in your head working as you stared at him, cheeks flushed and lips parted in deep thought.

“So, what do you say? Stay a while? Keep me company. It’ll be fun.” Bucky insisted.

“Why me?” You blurted out.

It wasn’t that you were insecure, but you were way too different from Bucky. You didn’t seem like his type, but then again, he wasn’t your type either. Until the moment you saw him on stage.

“Why not?” Bucky responded as if he couldn’t believe you just asked him that question.

“Do you ask that every time someone flirts with you? Besides, it’s not everyday that someone like you stared at me like that.” He teased.

Fuck, so he noticed you drooling over him. Quick! Think of a way out, you told yourself.

“Someone like me? What did you mean by that?” You asked, sounding offended.

Bucky’s eyes widened and shook his head, “I didn’t mean for it to sound like it’s a bad thing. I mean, you come in here wearing a chiffon blouse and a pencil skirt and expect me not to notice? I’m actually flattered that a girl, no...a woman...was ogling me. Definitely piqued my interest.” He explained.

That was a compliment, right? The sirens in your head grew louder at the way Bucky was easily throwing you compliments. He must be used to flirting his way into women’s panties, huh?

“I wasn’t ogling you.” You defended even though you were, looking away from his eyes.

“Sure, you weren’t.” Bucky teased. “Loosen up, will ya? When was the last time you had fun anyway?” He asked.

“Depends on your definition of fun.” You retorted.

“You know what I mean.” Bucky sighed.

“Well, my idea of fun doesn’t involve a guitarist getting me into his bed for a one night stand.” You blurted out, mindlessly.

Bucky made a face and clutched his chest, “Ouch. You went hard on that judgment, I’m not gonna lie, that kinda stings.”

Okay, now you felt bad for jumping to conclusions. Bucky did look like he was hurt from your brash statement. Fuck, he probably thought you were one of those stereotypical bitches! It wasn’t entirely your fault, right? You were just being careful. Were you? Or was it purely overthinking? Your brain was moving all too fast but Bucky quickly distracted you when he took your hand and placed your phone back onto your palm.

“You know, I think I get it why you said that and I honestly can’t blame you. A band dude flirts with you just like that, understandable why you thought that I wanted to get into your pants.” He explained much to your relief.

“I’m sorry, it was tasteless for me to judge you like that.” You quickly apologized, genuinely feeling like a terrible person.

Bucky smiled at you, “Nah, you had every right. I’m sorry if I was too forward but I do really want to spend some time to get to know you. So how about a little proposal?”

There was a glint in Bucky’s eyes that made your heart flutter and your brain go into overdrive. You knew it was a bad idea to give in to Bucky. Someone as charming as him might really be up to no good. Sure, you felt bad for judging him based on his looks. But something in your gut tells you that he was trouble.

“What proposal?” You asked curiously.

“Spend the next twelve hours with me.” Bucky suggested.

You frowned, “What?”

Bucky took your phone again, but only to check the time. “It’s a little past eleven now, I promise you’ll be home before noon tomorrow. Come with me, let loose for once and let’s spend the entire night together. Twelve hours, that’s it.” He said excitedly.

“And I don’t mean have sex with me.” Bucky explained immediately. “We’ll just hang out, it’s a wholesome proposal. But if you do want to have sex with me, I’m not gonna turn that down. I’m just saying, it’s not my motive but I won’t be saying no to it either.” He reassured.

You felt hot all of a sudden at how Bucky casually talked about having sex with you. It made you feel feverish and for someone who wasn’t really a sexual person, it made you feel like you were about to commit a major sin just by listening to Bucky talk like that.

Bucky beamed at you cutely, waiting for your response and honestly, with how his doe eyes were looking at you like that, was it even possible to say no? Despite the continuous alarms in your head and your inner prude begging you to stay within the confines of your comfort zone, you decided to do something for a change.

So you said yes.

You were spending the next twelve hours with Bucky and you could only hope that you wouldn’t regret it.

The night started off slow, thankfully, with Bucky ushering you back into the bar for a couple of drinks. You had to remind yourself to still be alert for any red flags that might show up sooner or later. You knew you were being a bit paranoid, but to hell, it would be better that way than to make mistakes tonight.

“Where do you work?” Bucky asked before calling the waiter.

“I work at a bank.” You told him.

The waiter arrived and took your orders, a tall glass of mojito for you and a rum and coke for Bucky. He asked you a couple more things, where you graduated, your hobbies and what you often did during your weekends. All of which you had pretty boring responses to. Bucky listened though and he didn’t seem bored too, what a relief.

“Are you really sure about spending twelve hours just like this?” You asked, taking another sip from your second glass of mojito.

Bucky snickered, “We won’t be talking the entire night, did you really think I’d ask for your twelve hours just to talk?” He asked.

“What are you planning then?” You asked nervously.

Bucky offered you an amused smile, “Nothing illegal so stop worrying, pretty lady. I can see the gears in your head turning.” He said and leaned forward to smoothen out the crease in between your brows with his thumb.

“Come on, time to have fun.” He said and got up, offering you his hand.

You haven’t even recovered from how gentle Bucky was when he touched your forehead. And now here he was, standing over you with his tattooed arm extended, waiting for you to take his hand.

“I don’t bite.” He stated.

Letting out a sigh, you finished up your drink and stood up, slipping your hand into Bucky’s. He smiled at you, lifting your hand up to his face and pressing a kiss on it before winking.

“See? I told you, I don’t bite.”

You cleared your throat and pursed your lips, biting back a smile as Bucky tugged you as he walked out of the bar, keeping your hand in his the entire time. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all?

“Here.” Bucky said, handing you over his helmet.

It was then that you realized that he was about to give you a ride. On his motorcycle. The sirens in your head went off once again, bringing you back to your usual tensed state.

“Oh, no. Look, I know I said yes to your proposal but I’m not going to ride on that.” You disagreed and took a step back.

Bucky looked disappointed but shrugged anyway, placing the helmet back on the bike. “Fine. I’ll let you off this time, just because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Come with me.” He said and took your hand in his again as the both of you went back inside the bar.

He brought you towards the booth where the rest of his band were staying at. They all looked at you with smirks on their faces when Bucky introduced you to them.

“That’s Nat, our vocalist. Sam here is our drummer and Steve the bassist.” He said.

You gave them a polite smile and a quick wave. Bucky threw his keys over at Steve, who was supposed to be your type. Wanda thought so and you were just weirded out that you happen to be drawn towards Bucky instead.

“Hey punk, switch your car for my bike? Just for tonight.” Bucky said.

Steve looked so done with his request but shook his head in defeat as he fished his keys out of his pocket. He pointed at Bucky threateningly, “Don’t mess up my car, jerk. You know what I mean by that.” He said before throwing his own keys over at Bucky who caught it with ease.

“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you. Thanks, pal!” Bucky bid goodbyes and pulled you again before you could even say your own goodbyes to his bandmates.

Now, you were inside Steve’s car with Bucky and you were nervous as fuck. Although you did find it considerate of Bucky to borrow his friend’s car to make things comfortable for you. You were going to admit that, but it made your heart flutter. You mentally snorted at yourself because fuck, the bar is set pretty low alright.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Bucky asked, noticing how you tensed up all of a sudden.

“Do we have rules?” You asked.

“This night is all about letting loose and the first thing you thought of are rules?” Bucky laughed.

“I’m about to spend the next twelve hours with a complete stranger, of course I’d be worried! What if—“

“Okay, calm down!” Bucky said, turning in his seat to face you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“If it’ll make you less tense then fine, I’ll come up with rules. Number one is to stop worrying.” Bucky said, rubbing your arms up and down and you were supposed to feel uncomfortable with the intimacy but you didn’t.

There was no malice to it and it made you panic all the more because ugh, Bucky was making you all soft and vulnerable around him. You could hear Wanda inside your head, commanding you to just calm down and go with the flow. You took in a deep breath and composed yourself.

“You gotta learn to trust people. I promise you, we won’t be getting in any trouble. I’ll take good care of you.” Bucky said, letting your arms go and tipping your chin so you’d look at him.

“Rule two, no what ifs. Just focus on the present, okay? If you keep worrying about what could happen, you’ll miss out on the now. Trust me, you wouldn’t want that.” Something about the change in Bucky’s eyes when he said that made you curious.

He was on to something, like he really meant it. You wanted to ask him about it, hell, you should start asking him for more information. If he wanted to get to know you better then you should attempt to do the same to him too.

“Last rule is to just enjoy. Like I said, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You trust me now?” Bucky asked with hopeful eyes.

The alarms in your head still kept going, but as you gazed back at Bucky, the softer they were becoming. You could feel yourself start to give in and you know what? It actually doesn’t sound so bad anymore. Maybe this would help with your attachment issues? This will probably teach you how to have fun with no attachments. Take things for what they are and just enjoy.

“Hey, will you trust me?” Bucky asked again.

“Yeah, yeah I will.”

1:15AM

Bucky took you to a hole in the wall open mic bar. It was a small place and everyone there seemed to know each other. And when Bucky arrived, everyone just greeted him and welcomed you there.

“You seem pretty popular here.” You told him as he led you to one of the seats near the makeshift stage.

“I spend a lot of time here.” He said and called over the guy by the bar.

“Hey Happy! Wanna introduce you to a special friend.” He said. The man approached your table and greeted you with a smile.

“Must be really special, you never bring anyone here.” Happy said, making you blush uncontrollably.

Bucky bit his lip as he turned to you, “Do you sing?” He asked.

You quickly shook your head, “Oh god, no. I don’t have the talent.” You said.

Happy chuckled, “That wouldn’t be a problem, trust me.” He reassured.

Bucky lifted an eyebrow at you, “Wanna go up there and sing with me?”

“Bucky, no.” You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m not doing that.”

“Come on, no one’s gonna judge you. Let loose, remember? And if anyone here laughs at you, I’ll be the first to punch them in the face.” He promised.

You thought for a while, keeping your eyes on Bucky. Fuck this. You called Happy and requested for a shot of tequila.

“That’s my girl! Just needs a little bit of liquid courage, huh?”

You snorted, “Oh that’s not for me. That’s for you. You’re gonna need it if you’ll be hearing me sing.”

You never performed in front of a crowd, well, back in high school maybe for some school plays. But hell, you were never the center of attention and whenever you had to be, you always experienced a panic attack. But now being on stage with Bucky behind you, playing the guitar as you sang (screeched actually), you’d never felt more alive and relaxed. True enough, no one cared about how off tune you were. In fact, you got a lot of cheers from the crowd.

2:45AM

“You hungry?” Bucky asked.

You couldn’t believe it, you’ve been singing on stage the entire time at the bar. You’d like to believe that it was probably the alcohol running in your veins, but you weren’t that drunk. Tipsy, maybe but definitely not drunk. It was fun, you were surprised at how much you enjoyed singing with Bucky and everybody else. You made a couple of new friends aside from Happy, talked to them and even exchanged numbers with a few. This was the most sociable you’ve ever been.

“I could use some carbs right now.” You laughed, wiping off the sweat on your forehead.

Bucky reached out to fix your hair, moving away the sweaty strands sticking onto your cheeks and tucking them behind your ear. He flashed you that oh so charming smile again and good god, Bucky was truly something else.

“Let’s get you something to eat.” He said.

Bucky drove to a 24-hour food truck somewhere. It was close to 3am but you didn’t feel exhausted, which was shocking given that you’ve been dying to go home a few hours ago before meeting Bucky and agreeing to go on an escapade with him. You could already hear Wanda squealing over the phone once you tell her everything.

The both of you ordered some soft tacos and sat on one of the benches beside the food truck.

“Enjoying so far?” Bucky asked with interest.

You nodded enthusiastically, your mouth full of food as you devoured your tacos. “Very much.” You admitted.

Bucky’s eyes crinkled as he laughed along with you, obviously pleased that you were enjoying yourself. Not long ago, twelve hours seemed a bit too long. Now, they felt too short. You could feel your brain begin to overthink what would happen once the the twelve hours are over, but you quickly shook them away and followed Bucky’s advice to focus on the present.

The two of you continued to talk as you ate. You discovered that Bucky and his bandmates go way back and that they’ve been performing since their days at the university. You also found out that Bucky’s last relationship ended six years ago and that he hasn’t dated anyone since then. You found out a lot of things about Bucky, most of which were far from your first impressions.

“Why’d your friend leave you at the bar?” Bucky asked, taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

You watched him with hazy eyes as he lighted the cigarette, puffing out a thin line of smoke with ease. You were always drawn to Bucky’s fingers and initially, it was because of the impure thoughts they made you think about. But more than that, they were the gentlest you’d ever seen.

“Probably to get me to have fun.” You responded, looking away timidly when Bucky noticed you staring at his hands.

“She’s gonna be very proud of you after this.” He said.

You nodded and breathed out a chuckle, “Oh, for sure.” You said before turning to Bucky. “Can I try?” You asked, motioning towards his cigarette.

“I haven’t smoked. Ever.” You admitted.

Bucky grinned and passed you the cigarette. “Go on.” He urged and kept his eyes on you as you brought the cigarette up to your lips.

The way Bucky watched you was intimidating in the sense that it felt intimate. It wasn’t like he was eye-fucking you or anything, his eyes were just too...expressive? They held a certain softness to them, a bit of sadness too when you look at it closely. They were the bluest, most beautiful color you’ve seen and they were captivating.

You ended up in a coughing fit from that first drag. Bucky chuckled and took the cigarette from your hand, patting your back as you continued to cough.

“Definitely not for me.” You frowned and took a sip from your iced tea.

“At least you tried. I’m proud of you.” Bucky said, the gentle pats on your back slowing down until his hand remained still.

“You good?” He asked again, sliding his hand lower until he reached the small of your back, but not low enough to make you uncomfortable.

You nodded, “What else is up in your sleeve?” You asked with interest.

“Well, I really wanted to take you on a ride on my bike but I guess that’s for next time.” Bucky confessed.

“Next time?” You asked and you tried not to be hopeful.

“Yeah, next time. We’ll do that next time.” Bucky said and he sounded so sure that you began to worry.

Will there really be a next time? At this point, Bucky could read you like an open book because he chuckled and pressed his thumb against the crease on your forehead again.

“You’re doing it again, whatever you’re worrying about just forget it for now.” He said, soothing out your crease before pinching your nose.

You scrunched your nose making Bucky lightly laugh. He checked the time on his phone and let out a sigh.

3:43AM

“Can I bring you back to my place?”

If you told Wanda that you ended up in Bucky’s place, she would freak out and ask for all the details. But no, you didn’t come home with Bucky for that reason. As he promised, it wasn’t his motive to get you into his bed and he seemed to be genuine about it.

Bucky lived in a small studio-type loft. It wasn’t the penthouse kind with the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. It was simple and minimalistic, with just a few pieces of furniture. What Bucky owned were a couple of guitars— different kinds of them, and an electric keyboard.

“It’s not much and I don’t even have a bed frame, I hope you won’t judge me for that.” Bucky said, scratching his neck as he led you inside.

“No, not at all. It’s very cozy in here, actually.” You said, looking around and taking in your surroundings.

Bucky had a lot of indoor plants, you definitely didn’t think of him as a plant guy. As you let your eyes wander, something white zoomed past your vision. A cat.

Bucky also owned a cat.

“This is Alpine.” Bucky said, picking up the feline and carrying it onto his shoulder.

As if Bucky and his plants didn’t make him attractive enough, he really had to own a white cat. You could feel yourself internally screaming about how you haven’t been seeing any red flags. If any, you’ve been seeing green flags pop out every now and then that it was pretty alarming. Strangely, the sirens in your head died down as if they’ve given up on warning you.

Or maybe, there was really nothing to warn about Bucky.

The cat purred and nuzzled its nose into Bucky’s neck and you couldn’t believe that you got jealous for a brief second. Oh, to be cat against Bucky’s chest.

“Feel free to look around, I’ll get you water.” He said, bringing Alpine with him into the kitchen.

You walked around his place and observed the surroundings. He was very organized, more than you actually. You could hear Bucky talk to Alpine and it was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen.

A couple of picture frames that sat on Bucky’s bedside table caught your eye. They were photos of him with his mom you assumed, and three more girls.

“Those are my mom and younger sisters.” Bucky said, appearing behind you with a glass of water.

You thanked him as you took the glass and sat down on his bed, “Where are they?” You asked before drinking.

Alpine jumped into your lap and purred, making Bucky laugh with delight as he sat next to you. His parents were back in his hometown together with his sisters. Bucky told you everything about his family and how close he was to his sisters, how they were supportive of him when he decided to become a musician. Then Bucky went on to showcase his guitar collection, telling you the lovely stories behind each of them. You could see how passionate Bucky was for his craft and it was a wonderful thing to witness. You were envious how Bucky pursued his passion, how he took huge risks to get to where he was now.

“And this is my favorite one.” Bucky said, taking a black electric guitar with him as he went back to sit down next to you.

“First one I bought with my own money. It’s old and doesn’t sound as nice as my newer ones, but I love it.” He said and started plucking at the strings.

Alpine hopped off from your lap and went to sleep onto his tiny little bed beside Bucky’s couch. You focused on Bucky’s fingers as he played the guitar. It took you back to the moment you saw him onstage, how those fingers made you wonder about certain things. They moved gracefully against the cords, plucking with ease producing the most wonderful music. You really needed to snap out of your filthy thoughts.

Bucky played the guitar for you, singing some lyrics once in a while. You noticed his tattoos again and stared a bit longer, trying to decipher each design wrapped around his arm. Some were huge, some intricate more than the rest. They were all of different designs but molded together so perfectly.

You had to admit, you didn’t find tattoos attractive before. But on Bucky, it looked like a masterpiece. He himself, was a piece of art with his chiseled jawline and steel blue eyes that made you feel at home.

“I’ve been meaning to ask...” you softly trailed.

Bucky hummed in response, his attention focused on his guitar as he continued to play.

“Your tattoos, do they mean something?” You asked.

“I got them to cover up the scars from an accident.” Bucky looked up at you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” You quickly apologized.

Bucky smiled reassuringly, “It’s fine. It was a turning point for me.” He said, setting his guitar aside.

“It really puts things into perspective you know. I crashed my bike one night, I wasn’t drunk, mind you.” He chuckled. “It was pretty bad, my left arm suffered the most. I almost got decapitated but here I am. I got scars all over, really ugly scars so I had them covered up with a tattoo sleeve.” Bucky explained, extending his left arm and looking at it.

“For a while, I wasn’t able to play music. And I hated every second of it. Hated seeing the scars on my arm and how they reminded me of the accident. But you learn to live with it. At least I did, I learned to turn the negative into something positive.”

Now that he said that, you could actually see some of the scars beneath the ink. Bucky shrugged and continued with his story.

“The doctors said I was lucky that I didn’t die. Living my second life now, I realized that I gotta make the most out of it. Focus on the present and enjoy what comes your way. Take risks. Do what scares you.” He explained and now you understood.

You understood why Bucky appeared to be so laid-back and carefree, why he doesn’t worry a lot about the future. He almost lost his life so now he was living it to the fullest. He was living in the present, enjoying every second of it.

“Every time I see my tattoos, I get reminded of my second chance at life and how I shouldn’t waste it.” He said.

Bucky saw the look in your face, how guilty you looked from judging him right away. He took your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tipping it up to make you look at him.

“So when I noticed that bored pretty office girl in the audience checking me out, I didn’t waste the opportunity to get to know her. See where it goes, who knows if I’d still be alive tomorrow but at least I shoot my shot.” He said, making you chuckle.

Everything went still in that moment, your usually noisy mind included. Time seemed to have stopped as you gazed into Bucky’s eyes. Biting your lip, you gave in and totally let down your walls.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Bucky asked, doing the same thing with his thumb, soothing the crease in between your brows.

This time, he didn’t take his hand back and allowed it to rest against your cheek before sliding down to your jaw and neck. His thumb began to caress the spot beneath your ear, waiting for you to respond to his question.

What Bucky got was more than just a simple response.

“Fuck it.” You whispered before pressing your lips onto Bucky’s.

All your life you played it safe— from your college course to your choice of career. You weren’t one to take risks either and whenever you needed to, they were always calculated. You did things carefully, making sure that you’d get the results you were expecting to save you from disappointment. The unknown scared you and so does uncertainty. You liked staying in your comfort zone but as much as you’ve been denying it, it was starting to get boring.

You also said you weren’t one to entertain a stranger, let alone hook-up with one. But then Bucky comes along with his long hair and tattooed arm, looking like trouble but bringing you none. You’d think that he just wanted to get into your pants but as he showered you with gentle kisses and feathery touches, you realized that Bucky might be different and that he was so much more than just the hot lead guitarist of a band.

Bucky’s calloused fingers perfectly contrasted the smooth expanse of your skin. They felt rough but remained gentle as they moved along your chest, as they danced along your back, as they stroked your inner walls. And his lips, they were tender and soft; they whispered nothing but promises and praises against your ear as your bodies moved in unison.

His eyes remained on you, taking all of your nakedness in, literally and figuratively. He watched you closely, with those blue eyes of his that always made you blush. Bucky’s eyes were truly mesmerizing, no matter how much you wanted to look away from embarrassment, you couldn’t. You felt trapped in those eyes, and you never want to leave.

And his left arm— you could feel the ridges of his scars as you let your hands feel his skin. But they weren’t ugly, didn’t feel weird against the pads of your fingers. His arm offered nothing but warmth and support when you reached your high and came crashing down. His arms caught you and protected you, his embrace was reassuring and it made you feel safe.

5:58AM

The city was quiet and the sun was barely up. Alpine was still curled up on his bed, sleeping. You were exhausted but satisfied and comfortable as you laid on your stomach, head turned and facing Bucky as you listened to him talk.

He was talking about his band’s first performance in college, laughing when he said that he almost threw up from being so nervous. Bucky had the softest voice in the wee hours of dawn, you loved listening to him. Lucky you, Bucky had been talking about anything and everything until the dark skies began to change its hues. He shared his dreams and his secrets and you admired him more and more.

“You should come to our rehearsals.” He suggested, letting a hand trace patterns on your bare back.

“Sounds nice.” You yawned, blinking your eyes in an attempt to keep them open.

“What do you want for brunch?” Bucky asked, almost mumbling from being half-asleep.

You hummed, “By the time we wake up, it might be close to dinner.” You joked.

“Breakfast food is way better during dinner. Want me to cook for you?” Bucky said before yawning.

Your eyes were lidded as you took in Bucky’s form. He was laying beside you, long hair messed up and lips swollen pink from kissing. He looked unreal as a sliver of sunlight managed to peek through his curtains, embracing his body with its warm glow. The sun was now fully up, witnessing the tender aftermath of your intimacy with Bucky as he reached out to brush his knuckle along your cheekbone.

“I’m surprised you can cook.” You said softly, close to falling asleep.

“I’m pretty good at it.” Bucky chuckled before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll cook for you when we wake up.”

Bucky’s soft lips against yours was the last thing you felt before sleep took over.

12:24PM

A soft purr paired with soft paws on his face stirred Bucky awake. He groaned at Alpine when she meowed right into his face. Must be feeding time, he thought.

Bucky gently moved Alpine aside and turned, only to be met by a cold, empty space beside him. He sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes before quickly scanning his apartment for you.

You were gone.

And judging by the cold sheets on your side of the bed, you’d left hours ago. Bucky sighed in disappointment as he got up, putting on his boxers and quickly checking the bathroom. He hoped you’d be there, but you weren’t.

You didn’t even leave a note.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He wanted to cook for you, really. He wanted to bring you to his band’s rehearsals, maybe even write a song for you.

He wanted more than twelve hours with you.

Wanda had been on your ass for days now. When you told her about your twelve hours with Bucky, she was happy and proud. By the time you got to the end of it, she was fuming and was close to actually physically hurting you.

She wouldn’t stop bugging you about it, demanding you to at least look Bucky up on Facebook or Instagram. Wanda believed that what you and Bucky shared that night was special, something real and not just a one-time thing.

You woke up that morning, feeling sore but happy. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you opened your eyes to the sight of Bucky sleeping peacefully beside you. He seemed to be dreaming, his brows creased and lips pursed.

Reaching out, you did what Bucky kept on doing to you whenever you were worrying. You pressed your thumb against his forehead, soothing out the crease as gentle as you could so as not to wake him up. Bucky stirred in his sleep and unconsciously took your hand in his, pressing a kiss onto your palm before falling back into his slumber.

And that’s when it started; the alarms in your head went off and they were the loudest they’ve ever been. You were almost deafened by it, your logic drowning beneath your panicked thoughts as you got up from bed. You dressed up in a hurry, grabbing your things and phone to book yourself a ride home. Alpine woke up and ran over to your legs, purring as if begging you not to go.

You refused to look back and went straight for the door.

One and a half week later, here you were still feeling like the most terrible person on the entire planet. You had searched for Bucky online, of course. You just didn’t tell Wanda that but it was the first thing that you did upon going home. There were instances when you were tempted to send him a DM, or add him up on Facebook but you never did.

That one night with Bucky changed everything, it changed you. You immediately filed for a resignation, realizing that you were no longer happy working for the bank. It was a spur of the moment decision but you knew it was the right one. You didn’t even know where to apply next or what career to pursue. But you weren’t worried like you had expected to be.

Bucky taught you to take risks, to not fear the unknown because things will eventually fall into place. You felt good though, that you were slowly learning to step out of your comfort zone. But something was amiss and you knew what it was. Or who it was.

You just weren’t ready to admit it yet.

It was around nine in the evening when you went to the grocery store for a last minute shopping decision. Wanda was coming over for a movie night and apparently, you didn’t have any snacks left.

Finishing your list, you turned at the corner of an aisle and collided with somebody. Your apology died on your tongue when you looked up to see a familiar face.

Steve.

“Hi.” You softly greeted, wondering if he would even remember you.

He frowned at you and you were surprised that he remembered you and actually knew about that night.

“Why’d you leave Bucky just like that?” He asked right away.

You swallowed and avoided his gaze, “It was...it’s not a big deal. It was a one-time thing anyway.” You lied through your teeth.

Steve scoffed, “It didn’t seem like a one-time thing when Bucky came to our rehearsals the next day feeling bummed out.” He explained and sighed afterwards, shaking his head.

“Look, I’m in no position to interfere. I don’t know you and why you did that so who am I to judge? But I know Bucky. He isn’t what you think he is.” Steve said.

“I know.” You whispered.

“Then why’d you leave?” Steve asked again but didn’t wait for a response.

“Bucky may come off a little too strong, he’s straightforward and passionate. He gives it his all and that night with you...he gave everything. He was really hurt when you left.”

You were unable to speak because fuck, you messed up big time. You didn’t know that Bucky was going to feel that way when you left. You got scared and ran away even when there was nothing to be afraid of. Steve must have noticed your guilt and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“We’re playing tonight at the music bar. You have the chance to make things right.” Steve said and offered you a small smile before leaving.

You stood in the grocery store while in deep thoughts. Again, your mind was all kinds of messed up and your thoughts were fighting for dominance. There were sirens going on and off and fuck, it was all driving you insane. Your heart began to race when you felt an impending sense of doom wash over you. You were panicking and you were fighting so hard to calm your nerves.

And then you remembered Bucky that night and how he was quick to silence your brain with a simple yet comforting gesture.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

A thumb on your forehead to soothe your worries. Those steel blue eyes providing you comfort, and that charming smile that never failed to reassure you.

You quickly called Wanda.

“Movie night is cancelled!”

The dimly lit music bar welcomed you with a sense of familiarity. It had been more than a week since your encounter with Bucky and yet it felt like it was only yesterday.

Smiling to yourself, you remembered how tensed you were when Bucky first approached you. You were so defensive, you had your walls built up high but Bucky managed to bring them down. It didn’t even take him the full twelve hours to do so.

The music bar was full with no vacant spot near the stage. The current band just finished their song and was preparing to exit. You squeezed your way to the front, ignoring the complaints of people you slightly pushed away. A familiar voice greeted the crowd a good evening before introducing their band.

Your breath hitched when you spotted Bucky onstage. His hair was down and he was sporting a little bit of scruff. You watched him play his guitar but something was different. He wasn’t as passionate as he used to be, like he wasn’t focused. He almost looked like he didn’t want to be there. And his eyes, they were empty and void of any emotion. No mischievous glint in them, no nothing.

It broke your heart seeing Bucky like this, especially that you knew you were the reason for it.

It took a while for Bucky to look up and scan the crowd and when he finally did, his eyes immediately met yours.

Just like the first time, you felt your face heat up from the eye contact. Bucky was surprised to see you, you saw how his eyes widened at the sight of you. He was quick to recover though, he looked away and focused on playing the guitar instead.

As soon as his band exited the stage, you wasted no time to approach them. Steve greeted you with a nod before calling for Nat and Sam, asking for them accompany him to the bar to give you some privacy. Bucky refused to look at you as he gathered his stuff, preparing to leave.

“Can we talk?” You asked.

“I’m heading home.” Bucky curtly responded and brushed past you.

The tables have turned with you walking ahead of him to block his way.

“The night is young, stay a while and keep me company?” You used his line and Bucky was having none of it.

He scoffed and shook his head, “I’m surprised you remembered what I said. I mean, after you just disappeared I assumed you’d completely forgotten about that night.”

“I didn’t.” You told him. “Can we please talk?” You pleaded.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t know, I really wanna go home.” He said.

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, “Give me twelve minutes.” You offered.

“Just twelve minutes of your time. Please, Bucky.”

The two of you stepped outside the bar for some silence. Bucky walked over to his bike, leaning against it as he looked at you coldly. Those eyes used to gaze at you with warmth, but now they were blank and cold.

“Time is ticking.” He said when you kept mum.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear like that.” You said, looking down at your feet.

How else were you going to say your piece? You had practiced your speech on the way to the bar and now that Bucky was in front of you, you couldn’t even look at him from shame.

Bucky scoffed, “You asked me for twelve minutes and that’s all you’re gonna say? You’re sorry? Just that?” He bitterly chuckled, running a hand over his scruff.

“If you didn’t mean it then why did you leave? You left me without any warning. I honestly thought there was something between us. After everything that happened, how could you just walk away like that? You led me on, didn’t you?” Bucky angrily asked.

“I didn’t! I swear, I didn’t but I got scared!” You admitted.

“Scared of what?” He asked. “Scared of me? Because I’m not the kind of guy you usually go for? You really couldn’t get rid of that first impression, huh?” He said and turned around.

“That’s not the reason why. Everything scared me because that night was something else. You were too good to be true, Bucky! That’s what scared me!” You told him.

Bucky turned around, his brows creased, “What?”

When you woke up that morning, everything seemed perfect. The past twelve hours you had spent with Bucky were wonderful and you loved every second of it. You enjoyed too much and the thought of it being a one-time thing really broke your heart.

You had attachment issues and you thought that giving in to Bucky would help you learn to enjoy things as they were. But it didn’t and made it even worse because you got attached, so fucking attached.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of ending those twelve hours with a permanent goodbye so I left. You suddenly talked about next time and tomorrow and it was...it was overwhelming for me. My fear got the best of me because that night was too good. You were too good.”

Bucky’s expression softened after hearing your side. Now you felt stupid for overthinking things. It was selfish on your part to assume that those twelve hours meant nothing to Bucky.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized softly. “That night meant everything to me, Bucky. I just wasn’t ready to find out whether it meant the same to you.” You confessed with a sigh.

Bucky stayed quiet after your confession. You could feel your bile rising, you wanted to throw up. Hell, you wanted to just faint and forget about everything. If Bucky wouldn’t give you a second chance, you’d understand him. You did a pretty shitty thing to him anyway.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You lifted your gaze upon hearing that line. Bucky’s eyes had their warmth back and his expression was no longer stoic. He pushed himself away from his bike and approached you, reaching out to soothe the crease on your forehead.

“It’s not everyday that I find myself in the company of a stranger who made me feel things. I’ve always been a traditional one, I take things slow and I’ve been very careful. When I felt something during those twelve hours, I was caught off guard. I never felt so strongly for someone I just met and it was all new to me and I panicked.” You confessed.

“You were out of my comfort zone and I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t mean to disappear like that, Bucky.”

You were met with pure silence after your admission. When you looked up at Bucky, you couldn’t read his expression. Thinking that he wasn’t buying your explanation, you let out a bitter chuckle and shrugged.

“I guess that’s it. Twelve minutes. No more no less. I just wanted you to know that, Bucky. And I’m really, really sorry.” You said and slowly backed away, ready to leave.

“Hey.” Bucky called out, approaching you.

“If I asked you to spend the next twelve hours with me again, where would you go after?” He asked.

Was this a test? You didn’t know how to respond and Bucky seemed to have caught up on that and let out a breathy chuckle.

“Will you stay until the morning this time?” He asked. “‘Cause I was pretty disappointed when I woke up to an empty bed. I had our brunch planned out, you know?”

The mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes was back. You bit back a smile when Bucky cradled your head into his palm, thumb circling the skin on your neck.

You timidly nodded, tilting your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a searing kiss that promised you another twelve hours together. And more.

“No more running off in the morning.”

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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what if one day Kirishima or Bakugou heard you telling your friend how you faked an orgasm last time y’all fucked because he was tired after patrol n all. Kiri would feel so bad or guilty that he’d keep giving, making you come again and again. But Balugou’d be so fucking insulted, he’d either forbid you from coming for the next two weeks or make you come again n again till you’re begging him to stop. Both of them fucking you till you’re all stupid, drooling and saying “Than’ you, thank you”

I went with Kirishima bc I’m in a soft mood rn. I wanna get fucked and filled but like very gently, like have him come up behind me and lift my hips while I’m working on my laptop and just move my shorts and slide inside.

(Warnings - NSFW, fingering, cunnilingous, overstimulation, ignored consent)

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Kirishima doesn’t let on that he had heard.

He’d just flop down behind you where you’re laying on the floor, playing a game on your phone. You turn to look at him but he just pushes you back towards your front

“Focus on your game baby.”

He starts tugging down your shorts, and you quickly get what's about to transpire, opening your legs a little and lifting your hips to help him out. Shorts and panties off, Kiri quickly lifts up one of your legs, pushing it so it’s next to your chest, pussy on full display. You don’t feel too shy, plus you were doing as he said, focusing on your game.

Fingers first, running along your folds, unhurried and steady. He twirls them around your clit, gently massaging at the pink of your cunt. You relax, sighing as he touches you, heat already rising in your tummy.

Right now though, you can tell that Kirishima just wants to touch you and fuck you while you keep playing your game, and he’s in no rush.

By the time he’s eased three fingers into you, your clit is buzzing, hips jerking. You’re still playing your game, able to keep your focus forward and on your phone. But it feels good, and you’re ready to sink into Kiri’s arms and let him fuck you to sleep.

He makes you cum with his fingers, dancing around your g-spot, pressing into hard and fast, flicking his wrist, thumb rubbing little circles around your clit. You moan, relaxed and flushed and feeling so, so good.

After you ride out the wave of your orgasm, you move to turn over, offer your throat or maybe your hands to your boyfriend, return the favor, make him feel good too. But the man stills you with his hands, chuckling.

“Nah, stay right there, I’m not finished yet.”

“Wha-?” You get your breath knocked out of you as he shoves you back onto your stomach, and then he’s breathing over your cunt, making you twitch and writhe.

“Fuck, you’re so wet now.” He huffed, dipping closer to nose at your entrance, and you gasp at the touch. “Dripping. Can’t wait to taste.” And so he didn’t, flicking his tongue out to taste your juices, humming as he did so, smacking his lips together.

His hands came to rest on the tops of your thighs, pulling you close to his face so he could lap at your pussy. “Don’t forget about your game.” He reminded, before diving in fully, licking and slurping and sucking at your clit, plunging his tongue into your entrance, rubbing it against your walls.

Your legs shake, and you moan, upper body curling in on yourself as you get dragged through instant, building pleasure as Kiri’s squishy tongue lathers all over your pulsing cunt.

The man makes you cum again, and then once more with his tongue, and by then you’re crying, game forgotten.

“Kiri stop, I can’t take anymore. No more, no more please! Oh-ah-ah, wait!” You yelped squirming in his hold, legs squeezing together as you tried to force him to stop licking you.

All you accomplished was crushing his head between your thighs, keeping him locked close. You could feel his smile before he dug back in with fervor, pushing his tongue as far as he could manage into your wet, pink opening.

It hurt, it felt good, it was too much! With another useless thrash, you sobbed into the carpet, hitting the ground in frustration and overstimulation as you begged for your boyfriend to stop.

With one last, stomach-flipping suck, Kirishima detached from your cunt, sitting back on his heels. “Fuckkk baby, You’re so sensitive. That feel good? You came like, three times!”

Hiccuping, you managed to turn onto your back, fixing your boyfriend with a tear-filled gaze. “I told-hic-I told you to stop! Why didn’t you... I wanted-hic-you to stop Kiri...”

Your boyfriend cooed, swooping close to press wet lips to your forehead, smoothing down your hair. “I know baby.” His voice was so sweet, he was almost baby-talking you. “But I want you to feel really nice, okay? I’m gonna make you cum a bunch, get your pussy all sore.”

He wasn’t done? Eyes widening, you pushed him away, immediately trying to sit up, but Kiri pushed you back down onto your back, holding you there with a large hand splayed across your chest.

“No, stay there. Here-” he reached above your head, picking up your phone to deposit it in your hands, dipping down for another wet kiss pressed against your forehead. “-Just play your game.”

Clutching your phone to your chest, you could only nod. You always listened to your boyfriend, let him tell you what to do. You trusted him.

Kirishima patted your cheek lovingly, giving you a gentle smile before drawing back. He situated your legs so that one was between his own, your other leg slung over his thigh, so he was essentially sitting on one of your legs, holding you down.

He was already naked, had been from the moment he had settled down behind you. Kirishima lined himself up, taking a second to use the mushroom head of his dick to play with your folds, rubbing along the slick flesh, tapping at your clit, rubbing his pre-cum onto your skin.

When you whined, hands still gripping your phone, Kiri grinned, still focused on your pussy. “Getting impatient babe? Don’t make me tell you again, keep playing your game.”

You did as he said, hesitantly switching your attention back to your phone, clicking it on, tapping back ti the game you had been playing. Now that you weren’t focused on him, it came as surprise when he pushed the tip inside, the man making a little noise as he bit his lip, closing his eyes.

He kept just the tip inside, thrusting in tiny little circles, never going deeper. It was teasing at pleasure, and you wanted more. But you were determined to be good, and kept your eyes and mind on your phone, letting Kirishima have his fun playing with your puffy, overstimulated hole.

You almost choked when he pushed in completely, slow but steady. “K-Kiri! Oh!”

“Mm, yes baby? God, your pussy is so hot, always makes me cum so fast. This time I’m gonna make sure you cum, alright? I’m not gonna stop though, want you to cum lots of times, ‘kay?”

The reveal of his plan made you squirm, fingers itching to drop your phone and reach for your boyfriend. You don’t think you’d survive that, could survive that. You were already sensitive, content with the orgasms he had pulled from you.

Usually you were always up for sex, Kirishima always able to rile you up. But right now you were tired, and you’d already cum. You just wanted to suck Kiri off and maybe take a shower, not get pounded into oblivion.

Immediately, Kirishima started out thrusting hard and fast, aiming for your g-spot, hips hammering against your ass. You squealed, back arching, but you were proud that you held onto your phone, even though you wanted to drop it and claw at the carpet. The way he was straddling your leg made it impossible for you to escape his grip, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself crying through another orgasm, sobbing as it rippled through your body, stomach clenching hard.

“Oh god, oh, that’s good.” Kiri breathed, stilling his hips. “I feel like ‘m gonna cum, jesus.”

You thought you were done after that.

And then he started moving again, curling forward so he could rest his elbows beside your face, bury his head in your neck. Before doing that though, he looped your arms around his neck, throwing your phone to the side, finally giving you permission to use your hands.

They went to his hair, clutching at the strands as his hips worked into you at a torturous pace, small circles, big circles, then straight thrusting before he repeated the pattern. Not an inch of your insides was left untouched.

“No.... Kiri...ah, ple-e-e-ase, aHhH!” You begged, body limp underneath him.

“Nope.” The man shook his head, brow furrowed in determination. You were still present enough to be able to tell that he was struggling, fighting not to cum, sweat dripping off his temples. “You’re gonna cum for me again, and again, and again until I let you stop, got it?”

“I do-n’tttt-!” You sobbed, unable to finish your sentence. You came again, convulsing in his hold, eyes rolling back in your head when one of his hands began torturing your clit, rubbing circles, thumbing at the bud, pressing hard.

It was beginning to be difficult to make sense of the world, your experience reduced to pleasurable sensations.

There was Kirishima’s body above you, heavy, damp with sweat, muscles rippling as he moved.

The scent of sex filled the air, sweat and your juices and Kirishima’s natural musk infiltrating your nose.

The unsteady build of pleasure in your gut, tummy flip-flopping with each thrust. Carpet rubbing against your back, soft red hair under your fingers, wet lips pressing to your neck in sweet kisses and toe-curling hickies.

All of the sensations swirled together, until you could barely discern up from down.

“-el good? Baby? Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes-nnh-yes!” You cried, bucking your hips back against his, forcing his cock deeper and deeper until his fat balls could be felt against your ass. “Feels..... mm..... nice.” You sighed, closing your eyes as you pulled at Kiri’s hair.

“Yeah? Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I'm gonna cum, gonna-fuck, gonna cum-!” Kirishima panted, resuming his sweet, romantic kisses to your neck and clavicle.

“Thank-thank you Kiri! Th-ank-th-oh-”

It’s okay if he hadn’t listened to you at first. You felt nice now, floating on clouds.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #thinking of getting into #regular sexy content #not just dark content #just hot sexy stuff lol

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aquaquadrant · 2 years ago

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nature’s productions - chapter six

Rated T for: Strong language, violence, mild blood/injury

Summary: Three years after the disaster at Jurassic World, Claire Dearing and Owen Grady are contracted for a mission to save as many dinosaurs as possible from the impending eruption on Isla Nublar. But when they arrive, they experience an unexpected complication; six teenagers who were left stranded on the island when the park closed.

Surviving has left the campers scarred in more ways than one, and they’re pretty sure that their would-be rescuers have less than good intentions. But with a volcanic eruption at their heels, they’ll do whatever it takes to get a ride home- and save the dinosaurs while they’re at it, because that’s kind of their thing.

A/N: Ohhh y’all have no idea how excited I am for these next couple chapters. It’s bout to get REAL GOOD. Hope you enjoy, please reblog/comment if you do! - Aqua

(Read on A03 for full tags and previous chapters)

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chapter six - instinct

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They make it back to the truck in record time.

With all six of them on high alert, there’s no chance of them getting snuck up on, and Darius retraces their steps fairly easily. Brooklynn’s willing to bet that Ben also memorized the path from the truck, even if subconsciously, based on the way he keeps anticipating all their turns. It’s good that more than one of them knows the truck’s location, in case they have to split up.

And if Brooklynn knows Darius, his plan is definitely going to involve them splitting up at some point.

Luckily, the truck hasn’t been disturbed in their absence, and they quickly pile inside. Yaz manages to climb up unaided, which is a promising sign that her ankle is starting to recover from all the recent activity. Sammy and Kenji tuck themselves on either side of her, and Ben wastes no time moving towards the front. He leans over the seats to grab the mirror, snapping it off its mount, before ducking into the back again. Only when he sits against the back of the seats, holding the mirror up to look at the reflection, does Brooklynn realize what he’s doing; he’s giving himself a way to keep watch through the front windows without being spotted, himself.

With that in mind, Brooklynn positions herself in the very back of the truck, to keep an ear out by the canvas flaps. She’s starting to get used to the ambient noises on the ship- the groaning metal and rushing ocean- and she’s confident she’ll hear if someone approaches them from behind. With her listening and Ben keeping watch, they should be safe here for the moment.

Darius is the last one inside, looking everyone else over with an approving nod as he settles on the floor. Brooklynn can instantly tell from his expression that he’s already thinking about their next move, fingers twitching with nervous energy as he figures out the best way to articulate his plan. But at the same time, he’s still on edge from… well, everything.

They all are, truth be told. Running from dinosaurs is nothing new to them, but the volcano was a completely different story. It’s humbling in the worst of ways to confront a natural disaster like that, something that no force on earth could have any hope of stopping. Add that on top of their conflicted feelings about leaving the island, hiding aboard a ship full of dangerous criminals, and the unexpected falling out with Claire’s group, and it’s a recipe for a total breakdown.

Part of Brooklynn understood where Owen was coming from, she really did. But who is he to try and tell them not to help? Who is he to think that he knows them, knows what they are and aren’t capable of? It was ignorant at best and insulting at worst, but either way, it was more than simply treating them like helpless children. This was a drastic misunderstanding of who they are and what they stand for. What they fight for. And if he isn’t willing to do what it takes, then they can’t trust him.

It’s as simple as that.

But Brooklynn doesn’t want to face it all, not yet. So when Darius finally opens his mouth to speak, she gently pulls him into a hug. “Just take a minute,” she murmurs. Then she peeks over his shoulder at the others and adds, “All of us.”

She can feel Darius’s surprise in the way he goes still, but it doesn’t take long for him to relax into the embrace. He lets out a soft breath, the tension draining from his body as he whispers, “Thanks.” Brooklynn’s heart tightens; she can only imagine how hard it must’ve been, to be separated from them for so long.

The rest of the herd quickly follows suit. Sammy practically pulls Yaz into her lap as she wraps her in a bear hug. Humming contentedly, she tucks the shorter girl’s head under her chin in a familiar embrace. Yaz stifles her laughter by hiding her face in the crook of Sammy’s neck, though the tips of her ears have darkened in a tell-tale blush. She’s earned her reputation as one of the toughest members of the herd, and she still has trouble letting them look after her. Even if it’s Sammy. But in moments like these, after everything they’ve been through, Yaz couldn’t care less.

Ben doesn’t take his eyes off the mirror in his hand, but he does allow himself to lean against Kenji as his free hand reaches down to twine their fingers together. When Kenji turns to press a kiss to his temple, his focused expression doesn’t change; though there’s the slightest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. Kenji is well-attuned to Ben’s mannerisms and moods, and he knows that even if Ben can’t always outright express it, he’s loved.

As Brooklynn watches her herd, absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles on Darius’s back, she feels herself come out of a tension she hadn’t realized she was holding. Despite the terror that still lingers in their minds, and the danger that still surrounds them, her heart is full. This is exactly what they needed.

For a precious few minutes, they simply exist together. Breathing together, checking in on each other with soft murmurs and gentle touches, reassuring looks and gestures. Reminding each other they’re still alive, still together. It’s something they never take for granted, with how dangerous their lives are, but it’s always nice to take the time to appreciate it properly.

Once the tension has dissipated and they’ve all settled again, Brooklynn quietly fills the others in on her and Ben’s leg of the journey, how they saved Owen. She summarizes quickly and efficiently, not wanting to linger on something that doesn’t matter anymore.

(Considering the betrayals they’ve experienced in the past, Owen’s really wasn’t that bad, but it still stings.)

Darius finally gets the chance to praise them for catching onto his idea with the disguise, which Brooklynn is quite pleased about. Then Kenji takes over, describing their escape from Chaos and the security building, with Yaz interjecting every now and then to keep his story straight and unembellished. Brooklynn picks back up with the stampede and their race to the docks, taking the chance to praise Darius for leaving the truck for them. Then he praises them all for their work, and Yaz decides the mood is far too wishy-washy for her taste, and asks Darius what his plan is.

Darius is quiet for a moment, brows furrowing. “I- I should do s- s- some recon,” he decides. “Scope o- out th- the uh, the bridge. Wh- Wheatley knows I- I’m h- here, so he c- can… um, v- vouch f- for me.”

Brooklynn frowns. She knows where Darius’s mind is at; if they’re going to stop this ship, they’ll have to take control of it, and the only way to do that is by taking control of the bridge. But she doesn’t like the thought of him being on his own again, on a ship full of mercenaries and dinosaurs.

(The mercenaries are the more immediate threat, but she can’t forget the dinosaurs- sedated or not. She’s aware of their presence like a field mine that's just waiting to explode.)

At the same time, she also knows that Darius’s plan is the best plan they have. Moving as a group will draw more attention to them, and Darius is the only one who actually has a reason to be on the ship. So as much as she doesn’t like it, she doesn’t argue.

“Alright,” she says. “Straight to the bridge and back. Have an excuse ready. Only stay long enough to figure out our entry point. Be quick and careful, okay?”

Darius grins; he knows all that already, but is touched by her concern. ‘Careful,’ he signs in agreement. Then he adds, ‘Stay, quiet, safe.’ Which Brooklynn knows, of course, so maybe they’re both guilty of worrying too much.

He looks over them all again, offering a reassuring nod, before slipping out of the truck. Ben tracks his movement in the mirror until he disappears, signing, ‘All clear’ just as Brooklynn can no longer hear his footsteps.

Taking a steadying breath, Brooklynn settles in to wait.

~*~

Darius thinks he might be getting the hang of this.

The hold is big, but it’s still an enclosed space, and he’s starting to become more comfortable navigating through it. Even now, as he takes a moment to pause by a stack of crates, he has a good sense of where Zia’s trailer and the herd’s truck are. He can also see, over the vast ocean of vehicles and shipping containers, two spots of light towards the front of the hold; ramps that must lead up to the deck.

All of Darius’s senses are on high-alert, but he doesn’t let his anxiety show. He’s supposed to be on this ship, and no one is going to suspect him of doing something wrong unless he gives them a reason to. So he rummages through the piles of cargo until he finds a clipboard, with what looks like pages of inventory on it, and starts making his way through the hold. He keeps his gaze down and focused on his clipboard, so he’ll look busy if anyone happens to pass him.

Fortunately, it seems the hold is still sparsely populated, and he reaches the ramp without issue. Footsteps light on the metal floor, he climbs up to the surface.

The ocean is much louder out here, waves lapping against the ship’s sides, salty water in the wind. A warm orange glow bathes the deck as the sun begins to sink over the horizon. There are more people out here, standing in groups or jogging across the deck as they go about their business. Two military class helicopters are secured towards the front of the ship, along with more shipping containers tied down in neat rows.

It’s an unexpected relief to be outside again, even if it’s all so unlike the island. Already, Darius is feeling nauseous from diesel fumes.

He takes in the scene quickly, not wanting to linger. Towards the back of the deck, on either side of the large tower in the middle of the ship, are stairwells to the upper levels. Eyes on his clipboard, he moves towards the nearest one with purposeful steps.

The most direct path takes him past a group of mercenaries, but he doesn’t swerve- that’d be too suspicious. Without letting his steps falter, Darius continues past them… and breathes a silent sigh of relief when no one calls after him. At the top of the stairwell, he finds a door that leads inside- presumably to the upper levels, and therefore, the bridge.

Tucking the clipboard under his arm, Darius wrenches the metal door open and slips inside.

It takes a moment to adjust to the dim fluorescent lighting. The hallway is narrow, almost claustrophobic, and there are doors placed at random intervals on either side. Trying to picture the ship’s exterior in his mind, Darius reasons that since the bridge is centrally located, he should stay on the main path instead of going through any doors, which would likely lead to dead-end rooms.

Worse comes to worst, he might be able to ask someone for directions without raising any alarms. It’s a big ship, after all, and he’s young enough that his inexperience won’t be questioned. Considering this operation is all sorts of illegal, Darius wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t able to be very selective with the crew they hired. The qualifications probably started and ended with ‘is willing to break the law.’

As he continues down the hallway, it quickly becomes apparent that this is indeed where the rest of the crew has been. He can hear voices behind nearly every door he passes, loud conversations and laughing and arguing in equal amounts. He even encounters a few mercenaries on his way- but stepping aside so they can pass him while muttering an apology seems to be enough to avoid a lengthy interaction.

All the while, Darius is careful to keep track of his steps. There are a couple times where the hallway splits off in two directions, and he has to go with his gut, selecting the one that’s more likely to take him to the center. And after a few tense minutes, his methodology is rewarded with a tall, spiral staircase with a sign that indicates it leads to the bridge.

Darius’s mind is racing as he climbs it, mentally going over what he’s going to say. He’s counting on Wheatley being at the bridge, seeing as how he’s leading this whole expedition, but Darius has prepared back-up plans in case he isn’t. His goal is to identify the captain and determine the best point of entry to the bridge- they’ll figure everything else out later.

The passageway outside the bridge continues around either side of it, but it’s narrow and completely devoid of cover. There’s little chance to conceal himself, and he doesn’t want to risk getting spotted doing anything suspicious like hiding. So Darius walks right up to the door- it’s thick metal with a small window- and knocks.

After a few moments, there’s a dull clicking noise, and the door swings open.

Wheatley doesn’t look happy to see him. “I thought I told you to stay in the trailer!” he scolds.

Darius puts on an appropriately chagrined expression. “Sorry, s- s- sir. Zia sent m- me.” As he talks, he directs his gaze up at Wheatley’s face, but really, part of his gaze is looking past him, into the bridge. “She n- needs to- to know, uh, how l- long until we…” He can see behind Wheatley, on the opposite side of the bridge, that there’s only one other door. But it has a heavy bolt lock on it- no way they’ll get through those. “Um, d- dock. Needs s- special supplies f- for- for the uh…” There’s a ventilation shaft on the ceiling- he might be small enough to fit, if they can find an exterior access point. “Th- the raptor.”

“That’s none of your business,” Wheatley snaps, clearly short on patience. “We’ve already given her all the medical supplies we have on the ship. Tell her to figure it out. And don’t let me catch you outside that trailer again, understand?”

“Yes, s- sir!” Darius risks a glance towards the front of the bridge, making eye contact with the man standing before a wide control panel- there’s the captain- as if apologizing for disturbing him. At the same time, Darius notices that there isn’t anyone else in the room. “S- sorry!”

Wheatley shuts the door in his face, the lock sliding into place with a thud. Darius wastes no time turning back the way he came, holding back a pleased smile.

Already, a plan is starting to take shape in his mind, his body mostly on autopilot as he doubles back through the ship. He’d had a rough idea of how they could accomplish their goal, but now that he’s seen what they’re working with, everything’s falling into place. Wheatley’s biggest downfall is assuming there’s no one out to get them- no guards at the bridge! Darius can hardly believe their good luck.

Of course, that doesn’t mean this will be entirely without risk. Wheatley has a gun, after all. So the first thing they’ll have to do is get him out of the bridge. As the leader of the mission, any large problem will demand his attention. Once Wheatley is gone and the captain’s alone, it should be pretty simple to gain entry and take over. Then they just lock themselves inside, radio for help, and wait it out. There’s a lot of evidence that this is a retired military ship, so the glass should be bulletproof, and there’s no other way in.

The only major snag is that they’re working with an unknown time limit. Darius has no idea where the ship is planning to dock. He knows that Lockwood Manor, the estate of the man Claire claimed to have sent them, is located in Northern California. It’d probably take a ship this size quite a while to travel there, maybe even days. But of course, they could be headed to a different drop-off point. Maybe they aren’t even heading back into U.S. waters.

The safest course of action is to assume they could be reaching land at any minute. Not that Darius sees any land nearby when he crosses the deck again, but still. The longer they wait to strike, the higher the chances are of them- or Claire’s group- being discovered, and losing the element of surprise. It’d be in their best interest to stop this ship in its tracks, both to keep it away from shore and to make it easier for the authorities to find.

Darius has a plan for that, too.

Before he knows it, he’s arrived back at the truck. When he ducks inside, the others are expecting him; either Ben or Brooklynn must’ve been alerted to his presence.

‘Okay, safe,’ Darius signs, reassuring them before they can ask.

Brooklynn quickly looks him over anyways. “Did you find the bridge?”

Darius nods. “J- just Wheatley and uh, a- and the c- captain,” he informs them.

“What’s the plan?” Sammy asks, leaning forward.

Darius counts off on his fingers. “Stop th- the ship, d- distract Wheatley, take o- over the uh, th- the… the bridge.”

“I like it,” Kenji says decisively, putting on a contemplative expression. “It’s simple, elegant. Not bogged down by too many pesky details…”

Yaz rolls her eyes at his teasing. “Shut it.” She lightly smacks him on the shoulder before nodding pointedly at Darius. “Continue.”

Darius grins good-naturedly. “A-List, s- sabotage. Find th- the engine room a- a- and… and cut the p- power. B-Team, dist- distraction. Find Bumpy, m- make… um, some n- noise. Draw Wh- Wheatley into… the h- hold.” He puts a hand on Sammy’s shoulder. “After he- he uh, he leaves to s- see what’s g- g- going on, we’ll st- storm the… the bridge, use th- the radio to c- call f- for help.”

Yaz frowns. “Wait, I don’t know anything about boats,” she points out. “I doubt they’ll have a convenient ‘cut engine’ switch. What if we accidentally blow something up? We could sink the whole ship.”

Darius glances over at Kenji, expectant.

Kenji’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Hey, my dad’s yacht is one thing, okay? But this is a super-sized cargo freighter and I’ve never even been in an engine room before, I’m not gonna know what we’re looking at.”

Darius blinks, taken aback. There goes one prong of his plan. He’d really been banking on Kenji’s self-proclaimed experience with boats to handle that part of the mission, but he should’ve considered the possibility that Kenji had been embellishing his expertise-

“I can do it,” Brooklynn speaks up. “I did a lot of research on boats for Brooklynn Unboxes the Titanic.”

Darius knits his brows together, mind racing. “Okay, um-”

“We split up, then,” Ben says, still keeping watch in the broken mirror.

“What?” Darius looks over in surprise.

Ben shrugs a shoulder. “Look, Kenji and Yaz shouldn’t split up, and Brooklynn has to go with them. I can go get Bumpy alone.”

Darius shakes his head. “Sammy c- can go w- w- with you-”

“Storming the bridge isn’t exactly a one-person job,” Ben says firmly, meeting Darius’s gaze out of the corner of his eye. “I’ll be fine. Once I get Bumpy free, it won’t matter anyway.”

Darius hesitates, weighing the different options. The two pairs can’t just swap jobs, because although Bumpy knows all of them, she really only takes directions from Ben. Especially since she spends so much time with her own herd these days. But Ben’s right that the A-Team should stay together; they’ll have to make a hasty retreat after sabotaging the engines and Kenji’s the only one who can reliably carry Yaz if her ankle gives out. And Brooklynn definitely has to go on the sabotage mission because these are diesel engines and one wrong move could be disastrous-

“I’ll be careful,” Ben says, his voice softer. He seems to have sensed Darius’s uncertainty, and has made the decision for him. “I promise.”

“Alright,” Darius finally relents. He hates that Ben has to be put in such a dangerous situation, but if his herd’s taught him anything, it’s that they’re not willing to let him be the only one taking risks. “Wait f- for them to… t- to cut the en- engines, so w- we have uh, t- time to get in- into- into position b- before… you um, you d- draw Wheatley out.”

Ben nods, returning his focus to surveilling.

Darius turns to the others. “Once th- the engines a- are off, come to uh, to the b- bridge. We’ll ma- ake an announce- m- ment as s- soon… soon as we’ve c- contacted the um, the a- authorities. H- hopefully the m- m- mercenaries will… will uh, b- bail when th- they r- realize the mission’s c- compromised. You j- j- just have to… t- to hold o- out until then.” He emphasizes his point by signing, ‘Safe, fast, stealth.’

Kenji breaks into a wide grin. “C’mon, bro, this is us we’re talking about,” he says, clapping Darius on the shoulder. “We’ve got like, a 100% survival rate.”

Sammy gives him a dubious look. “What about Hap?” she asks quietly.

Kenji winces. “... Hap was an outlier and should not be counted,” he amends.

“Really killing the mood here, guys,” Yaz huffs.

Darius sighs, but privately, he’s glad for their antics. It’s the last shred of normalcy he has, as they’re about to kick off a mission that will ultimately- one way or another- determine their fate. They have a real chance to get rescued, and save a cargo ship’s worth of dinosaurs, too. Failure will surely mean death.

But Darius is something of an optimist, and he knows what his herd’s capable of.

“Be s- safe, be smart, d- don’t die,” he tells them, wanting what might be his final words to be spoken instead of signed. “I l- love you g- guys.”

Inevitably, that triggers a group hug with lots of similar sentiments, but Darius hardly minds.

~*~

Ben slowly peeks over the crate, checking that the coast is clear before making his move.

After the herd split up, he immediately set out to find Bumpy. He’s being extra careful like he promised he’d be, doing frequent checks of his surroundings so he won’t get snuck up on. As a consequence, his progress is slow. He’s only been able to check five transports so far, and of course, none of them were holding Bumpy.

He doesn’t know for a fact that she’s still in the transport they took her away in, but it’s the most likely option. He can’t imagine them taking the time to move her into a different container, unless they felt they’d be able to make another trip before the ship departed. It’s a calculated risk, only looking through the transports. If she’s in one, then he’ll find her faster. But if she’s not, he’ll have to double back and check every other trailer and shipping container, which will take him longer than if he’d checked them all in the first place.

It’s a lot like that concept of cost-benefit analysis Darius once told him about, related to foraging habits of birds. A mother bird has to decide how far from her nest she’s willing to fly in search of adequate food. Too close, and the competition from neighboring birds may leave her with nothing. Too far, and her chicks could starve before she makes it back to them. But if she flies far and still finds no food, it’s a lose-lose scenario. It might be safer to stay close and bring what little food she can back, instead of taking the risk by flying far.

In this scenario, Bumpy represents the food, and the chicks represent a successful mission. Or wait, maybe Bumpy’s the chicks, because Ben’s her mama bird?

… Ben’s lost his train of thought.

Pushing that to the back of his mind, he quickly scans his surroundings again- now more of a meerkat than a bird- before finally darting over to the next transport. Hopping up onto the back fender, he rises onto his toes so he can peek through the tiny, tinted window on the side of the transport.

He’s greeted by a familiar armored plate of turquoise scales.

Relief washes through Ben, and he lets out a heavy breath. He can’t make out much from this angle, but fortunately, Bumpy seems to be standing upright. Which would mean she’s still conscious, as they wouldn’t have had any reason to sedate her. She isn’t moving around much, but the transport is quite small for her size; the spikes jutting out from her sides are practically scraping the walls.

Ben’s heart aches. Even though he knows it was to save her life, he feels guilty for letting this happen to her. He can only imagine what she must be thinking, and can’t wait until she’s free and by his side again.

Dropping back to the floor, Ben does another quick check of his surroundings while his mind races. They need to be ready to go as soon as Brooklynn and the A-List stop the ship, so he’d better get working on a way to free Bumpy.

Walking around to the back of the transport, Ben examines the door handles and gives them a cursory tug. It’s locked, as expected, but the lock seems to be completely internal rather than external. That means it’s unlocked by an internal mechanism instead of any kind of key. And if it’s unlocked by an internal mechanism, it’s probably controlled electronically by the front cab.

Ben circles back around to the front of the transport. There are no doors up here, which seems to be a continuing trend. Why do none of these tactical vehicles have front doors? Does it really slow them down that much? Don’t they know how unsafe these kinds of jeeps are? Especially for this specific terrain; most dinosaurs that are strong enough to tear through a car door are too big to actually get inside it, so it’s the small ones you have to worry about.

In any case, it makes Ben’s job a little easier, because he can study the inside of the cab without having to close himself in. Aside from the usual buttons associated with cars, there are numerous switches- all unlabeled, of course. But he supposes it doesn’t matter. Without keys, he has no way to turn the vehicle on. And without power to the vehicle, he won’t be able to unlock the transport doors in a traditional manner.

For a moment, Ben lets himself wish that Brooklynn was here. She’d probably know how to hotwire the transport, using knowledge from some obscure unboxing video, and he’d be able to keep a proper watch instead of casting paranoid glances over his shoulder every ten seconds.

But he doesn’t wallow for very long. He promised Darius he could handle this. And although he might not know how to hotwire a car, there are easier ways to bust a lock.

Ben pulls his spear from its sling and snaps it over his knee, a few inches away from the spearhead. That leaves him with a handle he can comfortably hold and maneuver with one hand, and fit into the tight space in front of the driver’s seat.

It’s not the first spear Ben has broken. The spear is his weapon of choice partly because he can easily replace them. All it takes is a sturdy reed, a sharpened stone, and a bit of vine. He’s lost several of them during his years on the island; sometimes because they break during a fight, and sometimes because he can throw them to discourage a charging dinosaur, and there isn’t always a chance to recover it.

Admittedly, this situation makes him a bit nervous because he doesn’t have the means to make a new spear anymore. But if their plan works, he won’t need to. He just has to do his part, whatever it takes.

With a dagger-sized spear now in hand, Ben crouches next to the vehicle and- after remembering to check his surroundings again- ducks his head into the space in front of the driver’s seat. There’s a flat panel underneath the steering console, and he digs the spearhead into its seams, prying it open. It takes a bit of effort before the panel finally falls away, dropping to the floor of the vehicle and revealing a forest of wires.

The vehicle is off, so there really isn’t any danger in Ben slicing wires. He does them one by one, hoping he’ll cut the right one before his spearhead is too dulled to tear through the insulated wrapping. And only because his ear is basically pressed to the floor of the vehicle does he finally hear a low clank echo through the undercarriage. Satisfaction flickers through him, but he doesn’t celebrate yet. First, he has to make sure it actually unlocked the-

A hand grabs his arm. “Hey, what-”

Ben’s body reacts before he’s even fully processed the sound of the man’s voice. Whirling around, he slashes a wide arc with the spearhead. The intruder is a mercenary- a gruff man in combat gear- so the blade only cuts harmlessly through the front of his kevlar vest. But the shock of it makes the man stumble backwards, his sentence morphing into a shout, and Ben seizes the advantage.

Springing forward, he swings his free hand up to punch the man in a swift undercut. The man’s head snaps to the side with a pained grunt. But when Ben strikes out with the spearhead again, the man’s ready; he catches Ben’s wrist in his much larger hand, trying to bend it backwards in his crushing grip. Ben swings his other fist at the man’s face, but that gets caught as well. For a moment, they’re in a stalemate as Ben’s taller, stronger opponent attempts to overpower him.

Then Ben drives his knee into the man’s gut.

That makes him release Ben involuntarily as he doubles over, wheezing. Wasting no time, Ben whips his leg around in a kick that throws the man to the ground.

But before Ben can jump him, there’s movement at the edge of his vision- another mercenary running at them. His voice reaches Ben’s ears a heartbeat later; an angry shout. Clearly, the idea of a sneak attack never crossed his mind.

The second man charges straight at Ben, swinging the butt of his rifle at Ben’s head. Ben sidesteps around him, lashing out with the spearhead to carve a wide- but shallow- gash across his arm and sending up a spray of blood. Howling with pain and rage, the man tries to hit Ben again. Ben ducks under his arms and slams his head up beneath the man’s chin.

Crack!

The slight ache of his forehead is worth it when the man staggers back a few steps, clutching his jaw. Eyes blazing with rage, he ducks his head as if he’s going to charge again. Ben adjusts his grip on the spearhead, bracing himself-

Something presses into Ben’s back.

“Hands up,” a third voice says, “or I shoot.”

Ah. Apparently, at least one of them knows about sneak attacks; Ben never heard him coming.

A very large part of Ben wants to keep fighting anyway. The smaller, more reasonable part of his brain tells him that would almost certainly get him shot. And he did promise Darius he’d be careful. So he swallows back the urge to turn and slash at the man’s throat, and instead slowly raises his hands.

“Drop it,” the man orders.

Gritting his teeth, Ben lets the spearhead slip through his fingers and clatter on the floor. For a moment, everything is still and silent, save for the mens’ heavy breathing. The first man has gotten back to his feet, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth and eyeing Ben warily.

“Who the hell are you?” the second man demands, clutching his bleeding arm.

Ben glares up at him and says nothing. But inwardly, he’s kicking himself- it hadn’t mattered that he was careful. At the end of the day, he just hadn’t heard them. If this had happened back on the island with a dinosaur, he’d probably be dead right now.

The first man frowns, grabbing the radio that’s clipped onto his belt. “Hey, sir? There’s a weird fucking kid here, trying to get into one of the transports.”

Ben can’t make out the reply that comes back, garbled with static, but the man blinks in surprise.

“Uh, yeah,” he says. Then he listens for another moment before nodding. “Copy that.” Lowering the radio, the man smirks down at Ben. “The boss wants a word with you.”

Ben’s heart jolts. This wasn’t part of the plan. He was supposed to bring Wheatley here, not the other way around! But before he can do anything, the man behind him grabs one of his arms- without moving the gun that’s pressed against his back- and the second man moves to take Ben’s other one. Based on their vice-like grips, Ben’s chances of getting free are practically zero.

“But before we go,” the first man says, strolling forward with a sinister grin, “I’ve got something for you.”

Ben’s already anticipating the punch to his stomach, but it still hurts. He manages not to completely lose his breath, breathing raggedly through his nose as he looks up at the man.

“Thank you for that,” he says loudly, baring his teeth in a fierce grin. “Do you feel less emasculated now?”

That earns him a slap across the face, unsurprisingly. But Ben doesn’t regret it; the angrier he can make them, the better. None of them have thought to check what, exactly, he did to the transport. The doors are still closed, but likely unlocked- assuming he did manage to cut the right wire, that is.

Calling out to Bumpy would redirect their attention towards her, and thus, alert them to his plan. But just hearing his voice should be enough. And with the doors unlocked, he trusts that she’ll take care of the rest. Even if he’s not with her, Bumpy will be able to cause quite the distraction.

“Let’s go,” the first man huffs, turning to lead the way. Evidently, he’s decided that being first on the scene makes him in charge by default.

“This should be good,” the second man says to the third.

And as they drag Ben away, he can just barely make out the sound of Bumpy calling after him.

~*~

Claire clutches the still-warm bag to her chest, pausing to catch her breath while Owen peers around the corner.

Her heart is still pounding from their encounter with the T-Rex. She’d woken up halfway through their blood collection, and although the space was too tight for her to do much, Owen had nearly gotten squished a few times. Worse was when someone happened to wander by and close the cage door. Claire had to climb out through the top and unlock it so Owen could make his escape- which he did by jumping through the T-Rex’s roaring jaws.

How this man is still alive, she’ll never know.

In any case, they got what they needed, so they wasted no time in heading back to the trailer. Owen’s making sure they proceed cautiously, though, checking that the way is clear before they dart from cover to cover. The hold doesn’t seem to be very busy, but as they well know, all it takes is one person coming along at the wrong time for someone to get eaten by a T-Rex. Claire would like to avoid that, and any other similar mishaps, if at all possible.

They’re not far from the trailer when there’s a sudden shout from elsewhere in the hold- a man’s pained voice echoing off the metal walls. Very quickly, more voices join in, along with the tell-tale sounds of a struggle. Claire glances over at Owen in alarm, and he holds a hand up, indicating they should wait.

So they wait, crouched behind a truck. The sounds stop after a couple seconds, and then there’s silence. But just as Claire is about to ask Owen if they should move on, they hear footsteps start to approach. Loud, angry footsteps of at least three people.

Wordlessly, they shift around to the side of the truck that’s hidden from the footsteps. For a heart-stopping moment, Claire thinks the footsteps are headed to the trailer where Zia and Franklin are… but then they pass.

The footsteps depart, moving towards the ramps that lead out onto the deck. Claire and Owen carefully peer around the truck just in time to see the retreating backs of three mercenaries, with large rifles slung across their shoulders. The one in the front is speaking on a radio and sounds very annoyed. The two behind him are dragging Ben.

The teen must’ve put up a tremendous fight; one of the men is holding a pistol to his back, and yet the hands wrapped around his arms are gripping so tightly, it’s turning his skin white. Clearly, they’ve learned the hard way not to underestimate him. Claire doesn’t get a good look before they’re out of view, but she thinks one of their sleeves is stained with blood. She turns to Owen to ask him what they should do, but is alarmed to find he’s already moving to follow them.

Claire grabs him by the arm, yanking him back. “What are you doing?” she whispers frantically.

Owen makes an exasperated noise. “We’ve gotta help him!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Claire says, her mind racing. A sudden thought occurs to her. “What if this is part of their plan? Maybe he got captured on purpose so they’d take him to Wheatley?”

“To do what?” Owen asks incredulously, his brows shooting up. “Kill him with his bare hands?”

“I don’t know!” Claire protests. “But Darius said they had a plan, if we interfere we could screw them up.”

Owen crosses his arms. “Plans can go wrong, it happens all the time.”

“What are we supposed to do about it?” Claire demands.

Owen falls silent at that, his jaw clenched. Even if he’s not convinced this was part of the teens’ plan, he seems to have realized there isn’t much they can do. It’s not like they’d stand a chance against three armed mercenaries, especially with Ben in such a precarious position. They could very well get him shot.

Claire swallows, putting a hand on Owen’s arm. “We still have to get this blood to Blue,” she reminds him gently. “Then we’ll figure out what to do, okay?”

That gets through to Owen. “Okay,” he relents, turning towards the trailer.

Claire sends up a silent prayer before following.

~*~

#jurassic world camp cretaceous #jurassic world fallen kingdom #jwcc #camp cretaceous #my writing

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tommyhollandaisesauce · 4 years ago

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Let Me Do The Work TEASER [t.h.]

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ?k

Posted: 11/16/2020

Warning(s): Fluff, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), oral sex (f receiving), maybe too much plot? and definitely a whole lotta lazy sex sue me.

Summary: Tom thinks you deserve a reward after a hard few days at work.

A/N: First smut in the bag lets go. Also, the point of view makes no sense but continuity is not in my vocabulary so. Anyway, the full part is almost finished so lmk how you guys like this!

When Tom got home on Wednesday night the last thing he expected his girlfriend to say was “Wanna have sex?” He had asked a few times before if you could and your response was usually something to the effect of “Sorry babe, another time, I’m just exhausted.” He knew your job was taxing and took a lot out of you and, frankly, Tom could survive the work week without getting any. He also knew that once Friday night rolled around it was all systems go; the weekend was yours to fool around as much as you wanted. And he was willing to wait.

Asking never hurt, though. Tom wasn’t annoying about it, at least he hoped he wasn’t. And for all the times you’d asked to have sex after he had a particularly exhausting day on set and he agreed, he didn’t feel super guilty about asking now and then.

It was unusual that Tom would be so exhausted from working that he didn't have any energy left to have sex. There had been some rare days when Tom could barely keep his eyes open even though you were right there, naked and sweaty, and riding his cock right on the living room couch. Your hands would be resting on his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscles beneath his freckled skin as you bounced on his cock and his hands could barely stay put on your waist or hips to help you move. Sure, he liked watching you rise and fall on his lap and he liked seeing himself disappear inside of you and he liked the way your tits bounced with every movement and he liked watching your face. God, he loved your gorgeous face.

Your eyes would flutter open and closed the closer you got and you’d look at him with your big, beautiful eyes that were dark and lust blown and your jaw would go slack and you’d throw your head back in pleasure. Your movements would get sloppier as you’d start shaking and convulsing while you came. His arms would lazily wrap around your waist to pull you closer and you’d nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing hard against his skin as you came down from your high. But Tom couldn’t find it in himself to even worry about his own orgasm, he just wanted to sleep.

So when he came home to your shared flat around 7 pm from walking Tessa on a particularly boring Wednesday, now that he had a break, and saw you lying on the couch with a glass of red wine in one hand and your other arm thrown over your eyes, he figured it was pointless to ask. You had gotten home sometime while he was out, didn’t bother changing out of your blouse and jeans just yet, popped a bottle open, and poured yourself a glass.

Tom unclipped the leash from Tessa’s collar, allowing her to run free around the flat. Immediately, she trotted over to you, nuzzling your legs with her nose until you caved and gave her a few scratches behind her ears. Tom slipped off his sneakers, padding over to you, causing Tessa to run off in search of her favorite toy. The couch sank under his weight as he sat down next to your head, your eyebrows raised at the shift.

“Hey, stranger,” you muttered, removing your arm from covering your half-lidded eyes. Your eyes sparkled in the dim living room lighting as you looked up at Tom. He couldn’t remember a single time they looked dull. Not during a fight, or when you were sad or tired or sick, never. They reminded him of stars. No matter what, they kept shining.

“Hi love,” Tom leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your wine-stained lips. The upside-down angle was slightly awkward, but you’d be lying if you said you two hadn’t done the Spider-Man Kiss before, per his request.

You smiled up at him as he pulled away and closed your eyes. Tom threaded his fingers through your messy locks and you relaxed, even more, leaning your head into his hand.

“Long day?” He asked, continuing to run his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t even get me started,” you huffed out, dramatically throwing your arm back over your eyes, which made Tom chuckle at your antics.

“Tell me what happened?” He asked, and as you lowered your arm, you raised a single eyebrow at him.

“You sure?” You asked cautiously, “Because I wouldn’t wish the shit I dealt with today on my worst enemy.”

Tom scoffed, shrugging his shoulders, “Try me.”

You sighed before beginning your story. Today had been insufferable. From the minute you clocked in, to the minute you clocked out, it had been hell. One coworker in particular, with whom you were not super close or friends with in any way, kept nagging you about your relationship like she did every single day.

The incessant questioning and probing was getting old and, quite frankly, rude. The questions started out harmless, like everyone else’s when they found out the Tom Holland was your boyfriend. Some asked for autographs or pictures and you declined, saying that if he ever came in Tom would be more than happy to do that. And Tom agreed; you playing messenger was weird and not the type of thing either of you wanted people to get accustomed to. And most people understood; except for one.

The more she asked the worse they got. Personal questions were the norm now. Questions about family members and life together and sex. God, the sex questions never ended. ‘Is it good?’ and ‘What are you guys into?’ were some of her favorites. Sometimes she’d get creative with them and switch them up. And every time, you refused to answer. And you relayed this information to Tom like you did most days, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance at her ignorance before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead when he saw you were getting riled up.

You softened immediately and sighed. Tom had a calming effect on you. Just being around him was relaxing. After so long together he still could calm you down. And he was cheaper than your copay for therapy, so hey why not vent to him?

“Just forget about her for now, babe,” Tom sighed out, continuing to stroke your hair, “she’s not worth your energy.”

“You're right,” you said quietly, “I’m home, I got my wine, I got my boy, I can relax.”

“Exactly,” Tom said, laughing at your words. He didn’t feel the need to say anything else as you both relaxed, his fingers still threaded in your hair, until a few more minutes went by, your eyes opened, and you turned your head to make sure you were setting down your not yet empty glass on the coffee table.

A soft “hey” escaped Tom’s lips as he watched you use your arms to lean up and turn to face him. He would’ve spoken more but was cut off as your lips pressed to his, the kiss awkward since you had caught him as he was speaking. His lips were slightly chapped and he tasted like spearmint gum as you hovered over him and moved your lips against his.

Tom sighed into the kiss, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek. You clumsily clambered into Tom’s sweatpants clad lap to straddle him and his other hand sat high on your thigh. The kiss was slow and passionate, neither of you in a rush to go further just yet. You melted into the kiss as his tongue slid along your lower lip to ask for permission to enter. You parted your lips immediately, allowing Tom access. After a few moments of lazily making out like teenagers, you pulled away to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, leaning your forehead against Tom’s as you both panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Can we go to our room?” You mumbled, just loud enough for Tom to hear. Your voice was low, soft, and a little shaky from being so tired. His eyes opened at your words and his ears perked up. Tom pulled his head away from yours and your eyes returned to their half-open state.

“I thought you were tired?” He questioned teasingly, tucking some strands of hair behind both your ears and resting his hands on your cheeks. You reached up and wrapped your fingers around Tom’s wrists, smiling sweetly at him. He was sure his heart damn near melted in his chest at the sight of his sleepy girlfriend asking to have sex with him.

“I am,” you said softly, smirking as Tom ran his hands down your sides and settled over your hips, “why do you think I wanna go to our room?” You joked, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and ducking your head down to place soft kisses along the side of it. He sighed, tilting his head in the opposite direction to give you more room as your fingers carded through the short, soft curls at the back of his head.

“You sure?” Tom asked breathily, as you continued laying kisses across his jaw and below his ear, “Because I don’t want you to do it just because I want to-”

“Tom,” you huffed, pulling away from his neck, your hands migrating to rest on his shoulders. He straightened up and opened his eyes as the feeling of your soft lips disappeared from his neck. “I’m sure. Now shut up and take me to the bedroom.”

FULL PART

A/N: AAAHHHH ok I mean I definitely put words on the page lol. Fr tho this is the first time I’ve ever posted anything so lmk if y’all want the rest! Feedback is always appreciated! <3

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff #tommyhollandaisesauce

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chalkrevelations · 4 years ago

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And finally, here we are, Episode 36 of Word of Honor, and I have some FEELINGS. Let me show you them.

There also will be Episode 37 here, btw, because I’m not gonna do a separate reaction for a three-minute episode, no matter how grateful I am that we got it.

(Spoilers, so if that’s not what you want right now, scroll on by and come back after you’ve watched it. Them.)

Let’s get to the meat of the episode right away: THE HAIRPIN. And Wen Kexing knowing Zhou Zishu would have it, because he’d definitely take it with him if he was going on a suicide mission! Y’all. I really have to yell about this for a minute: That’s how secure WKX has become in his knowledge of what he means to ZZS! After all that time angsting and hiding the truth of his identity and worrying that he’s not worthy of ZZS and that he’d be rejected if ZZS knew the truth about him! But now, WKX has finally reached a point where he understands and knows (zhiji, the one I know) he’s so important to ZZS that ZZS would never ever go off to die without taking his most precious possession, the hairpin that his husband gave him! I can’t. My heart. This is like a declaration, after all that time saying they were zhiji, that WKX finally is able to truly see ZZS as that, to know him in his bones, and all of this is also delivered in the middle of WKX in a strop, irritably chastising his husband as an evil brat for running away from home to get himself killed, with Gong Jun’s little >:( face in full effect, and I am so filled with love for this show and this couple at this point that I have to pause Youtube just so I can roll around on the sofa, clutching at my chest and scaring the cats with my inarticulate noises. This is so good, y’all. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Also, now you know how it feels, WKX, you asshole. Which I suppose is why you even confess that it will would be more painful for the one who survives when if the other dies. And you were prepared to do that to him a second time? I cannot believe you, you asshole. You get to sleep on the ice couch for a month.

And then there’s some Six Cultivation Power mind-melding and what looks to be an INCREDIBLY STUPID and HEARTBREAKING ending that would leave us Burying One of Our Gays, so it’s a good thing Episode 37 (all three minutes of it) exists. It would be nice, though, if the connective tissue from 36 to 37 made any sense. Or existed whatsoever. Just, like, throw me a bone, here, show. Some kind of explicit hand-waviness that actually gets mentioned for why Ye Baiyi apparently was not as smart as he thought he was and didn’t really know what he was talking about when he was doomsaying about how one of the pair will surely, oh surely perish. None of this “Sooooo, they managed to figure out the technique and master it?” from some random shidi who never actually gets an answer. I mean, the door was left open for fanwankery on this one, with what looks to be a very last-minute conceit of all this being a story told by grown-up Chengling to his disciples, which begs the question of how much of what he’s telling them is totally accurate, given any number of issues, including the spottiness of human recall, the possibility (based on the fact they’re still on the mountain in Ep 37) that Chengling never actually saw either of them again to get the full story, and the way Gao Xiaolian basically calls bs on the whole thing. But this is still a gossamer-thin thread on which to hang Ep 37. Ep 37 basically functions as reassurance because of the mere fact of its existence, because they’re clearly both alive, right there in front of your face, regardless of the other fact that it doesn’t actually make any sense, based on Ep 36. It ultimately doesn’t matter if there is no Step 2, because Step 3: Profit! is … right there. In evidence. Happening. On your screen. No matter how vaguely unsatisfying the lack of Step 2 may be.

I do feel like there’s an interesting meta thing going on here, in that the entire show has been about – let’s be honest, it was never really about the plot - queer-coding this couple in ways that supposedly fly just enough under the radar that people can handwave them as Just Good Friends and Brothers (I mean, I guess) with a Bury Your Gays tragic ending (ugh) for good measure. And Chengling is telling a story in-universe that seems to conform to some of this same formula. And yet, we all know well and good that these guys were husbands. (I mean, barring anything else, they’re a couple in the original source material, so checkmate, censorship.) So, are we supposed to carry the same assurance out of the show, on a meta level, that what appears to be happening at the end of Ep 36 - what we discover we’re learning through Chengling’s story-telling - isn’t really the truth? Just, look: While we’re getting the Good Friends and Brothers push, there’s stuff like obvious voice-over work that doesn’t match the much more queer version of what the actors actually said, which is apparently blazingly clear to any viewers who know Mandarin and can manage to lip-read. The show has literally put de-queered words into these characters’ mouths. You can’t trust what you hear. But apparently the show has also made this obvious enough that, if you’re a good enough speaker of the language the show is being told in, and you have a good enough eye, you can see what is actually going on. Are we being taught to trust our eyes more than our ears, are we being told that what we’re being told - by the end of Ep 36 on a meta level, by Ye Baiyi-through-Chengling’s-story on an in-universe level, and by what we learn about what happened from Chengling’s story, itself, also on an in-universe level - is inherently untrustworthy, but that if we “speak the language” of this show well enough, and have a good enough eye, we can decode it and see what “actually” happened and is later made explicit in Ep 37? Is Ep 37 canon? Does it matter, when “what is canon” is already so slippery on this show, where you can apparently lip-read something that’s different than what you’re hearing, and it functions as canon because of the mere fact of its existence, because it’s clearly … right there. In evidence. Happening. On your screen.

Anyway, just some thoughts on all that, which I guess is my own fanwankery work to join up the end of Ep 36 with Ep 37, which was, of course, delightful. No matter how much I might bemoan the lack of Step 2, I had a stupid, dopey grin on my face all the way through Ep 37 and might have even teared up a tiny bit at the very end. You can’t prove anything. Lemme tell you, though, it’s a good idea to have 37 on hand when you run into the brick wall of the end of 36, because while WKX’s willingness to sacrifice himself for love is theoretically great, it is not something I actually want to see come to fruition, given the pall it would cast over the entire joyous experience that the ZZS/WKX relationship is throughout the rest of the show. Sure, there’s always fic, but there’s a heaviness that hangs over the Bury Your Gays trope, and it’s retroactively ruined shows for me before. So THANK YOU, to those of you who hooked me up so I could immediately move on to Ep 37.

What else? Other things:

OK, so, first, I have to get this out of the way: Did we actually already see all of those “flashbacks” we get in the first part of the ep, during the conversation between Zhou Zishu and Jing Beiyuan, when all the political stuff is supposed to be finally falling together to give us the big picture? I would have to go back and scrummage through those eps to be sure, and I’m not going to spend time doing that (yet) when I still need to do some keysmashing about Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing OH MY GOD, but I do feel like some of this was new information, not just stuff that I’d glossed over because it didn’t seem important at the time? If so, not on, show. I will be keeping an eye out for that on re-watch. I am, however, perfectly willing to accept – if it turns out to be true – that you utterly distracted me with the failboats-in-love storyline, to the detriment of my focus on, you know, plot or whatever. It’s happened before. (It’s one of the reasons I need to go back and watch The Untamed again, at some point.)

OMG FAKE KEY! And as ZZS points out, this has been foreshadowed for us from early on, with WKX’s fake Glazed Armors plot. :bangs table with fist: YES. This show is going to reward re-watching SO MUCH.

Duan Pengju, oh my god, this asshole. The look on his face when the Armory didn’t open was so gratifying. Also, ha. I wondered when ZZS was finally going to be done with his shit. In fact, so much gratification in this whole scene. Xie Wang’s face when he realizes WKX double-crossed him – what, did you think you were the only tricksy one in that little alliance, Xie’er? And, holy shit – I cannot believe that Xie’er actually words this as WKX failing him, taking us back around to this theme one more time again. I would maybe feel a little worse for you if you hadn’t been a hairsbreadth away from killing him before ZZS stopped you in the last ep, Xie’er. Also if you hadn’t helped get A-Xiang killed. So I think the fail in this relationship is going both ways. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like you’re going to get the time WKX had to start untangling yourself from the ways your abuser has fucked you up and over.

It once again becomes blindingly clear why ZZS has been my ride-or-die during this whole thing: Under the grumpy, irritable, day-drinking yet somehow eminently practical exterior, he’s actually an idealistic do-gooder who just wants to make the world a better place for people and sacrifice himself for great justice. Never let it be said that I don’t have a type. Also, I mean. Zhang Zhehan’s FACE. Let’s don’t discount the power of that.

Final word: Don’t miss Ep 37. All three minutes of it. They are perhaps the most important three minutes of the entire show.

(I mean, not FINAL final word. I expect to be going back for a re-watch and posting more things, particularly on eps from before I started typing up 1000K-word reactions this first time around.)

#zhou zishu #wen kexing #zhang chengling #ye baiyi?#sure why not #ye baiyi #xie wang #duan pengju #word of honor #word of honor episode reax

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milkybonya · 4 years ago

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Thank you again 😔💞, hope you're also taking good care of yourself, and I think I'm back so you have to deal with me :) ,, it's been a while since I requested, and the lack of PTG content in Tumblr is killing me, so can I request Pentagon's version of "reaction to being cuddled while watching a scary movie" please 👉👈 ~🐼

thank you for the request, lovely!! i am always happy to have you here <3 (and please take care of yourself too!)

Pentagon reaction to being cuddled by s/o while watching a scary movie

Warnings: mentions of being scared! and food mentions

*i want to note that the reader here is cuddling the Pentagon member because they are scared, so this is for (gender neutral) reader who gets scared during a horror movie!

Jinho

well this gif is just very convenient

IMAGINE YOU’RE YUTO

ALSO I MISS JINHO !!

Jinho is tiny smol beb so for him to be cuddled will make him feel cool and strong

he’ll literally be screaming inside because he’s so soft for you

but he’ll try to keep a straight face because right now he is cool and strong

if you’re really scared then he’ll wrap his arms around you and will tightly hug you

place a smol kiss on your forehead

he’ll also ask if you want him to stop the movie because it’s too scary

Hui

THIS BABY WAS ALREADY CLINGING ONTO YOU

you were both scared, okay?

so when you start cuddling into him, you both exchange looks like in the gif

a what did we get ourselves into kind of look

honestly Hui would be melting inside if you were watching a normal movie and cuddled him

but this is a scary movie so you’re both scared and holding onto each other to survive

but honestly y’all are cute...

because you’re holding onto each other and continuing to watch even though you could turn it off whenever you’d like :”)

Hongseok

damn you’re really gonna give this man another reason to show off, huh?

thinks you’re the cutest human being on this planet

starts talking to you in aegyo to imitate how cute he thinks you are

and showers you with kisses

but also pulls you in close and puffs up his chest like

“yes, [y/n], cuddle up to your boyfriend, i’ll protect you!”

he just becomes a soft mess who also thinks he’s amazing and strong because you’re cuddling into him when you’re scared

also checks up on you and asks if you want to pause the movie <3

Shinwon

Kino (and Wooseok in the back) we love you but pls focus on Shinwon in this gif!

okay so the thing is that you made a bet before the movie that neither of you would get scared

(you were both scared like crazy of course, but the first one to show it would lose!)

so as soon as you cuddle into him he starts yelling and going “OHHHH YOU LOSE, YOU LOSE!” in your face

but then he switches the movie off and hugs you back because he loves you and doesn’t want you to be scared anymore

“your punishment for losing will be to give me kisses whenever i ask. please give me the first one now, thank you”

Yeo One

leans in close to you

comes right up to your face and asks you with a smile if you’re okay

“is it too much? should we turn it off?”

if you continue to watch it then he’ll wrap his arms around you and won’t let go

and will place kisses on your forehead every few minutes as if he’s letting you know that he’s there

draws circles on your arm

just becomes super affectionate and uses this chance to cuddle you :”)

warns you from then on whenever he thinks there will be a scary scene

Yanan

i feel like his instinct will just be to kiss you

it’s dark and he’s also a little scared so he ends up kissing this weird spot between your cheek and nose, like on the side of your nose

and you both just end up laughing because of that

“[y/n], are you okay? shall we watch something else?”

rests his head on yours and hugs you back tightly

tries to distract you from the movie a little by offering you snacks and just saying random things

“do you want some chips? did we remember to do the laundry?”

Yuto

this man is also terrified and doesn’t know why he agreed to watching this

but he still looks at you carefully and asks you if you’re okay when you hug him

“are you scared too? are you okay? we shouldn’t have watched this, let’s just turn this off”

if you somehow convince him to keep watching then he’s going to hold you very tightly too and constantly check up on you to a point where you basically miss the entire plot of the movie

keeps chuckling to himself because of your determination to watch despite being scared

despite all of this, is also holding onto you because he’s scared :”)

Kino

starts laughing as a coping mechanism but also because you’re so incredibly cute

“oh no, [y/n] are you scared? what should we do? should we stop? that’s right, come closer, let me hold you!”

honestly kind of can’t focus on the movie anymore because he finds you so cute as you’re cuddling into him

keeps checking up on you to make sure you’re okay

every time there’s a jumpscare or something scary, points out the funny things and tries to make you laugh instead

“[y/n] that ghost actually looked kind of funny, did you see the way it was moving?”

Wooseok

i’m sorry i just had to choose this gif because it looks like he’s telling you off for being scared of the scary movie you told him you wanted to watch

like “[y/n], didn’t i tell you you’d get scared? why did you want to watch this, then?”

besides the fact that he’s also screaming his head off

gets scared at first when you hold onto him

then scolds you for choosing a scary movie in the first place

then laughs to himself and pulls you in so he can kiss your forehead

then holds onto you tightly after a scary scene shows up

it’s a whole rollercoaster ride with this man

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khaleesiofalicante · 4 years ago

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TID WEEK - GABRIEL LIGHTWOOD

Gabriel didn’t want to lift his face off the pillow. It was buried there for a reason. He was tired. He was ashamed. He was done.

There was no one to look at and nowhere to go. He knew he was surrounded by people. He could even hear the sounds coming from the dining room, where everyone was enjoying supper. A gathering he had politely declined. Actually, he hadn’t been polite about it at all – he had been rather rude to the warlock girl who had tried to be kind to him.

Now they all were downstairs – Gideon included – laughing about something or other that idiot Will must have said. He wanted to join their circle of happiness so desperately. But at the same time, he wanted to be far away from them as possible.

He felt lost.

He wished father was here. What a thing to wish after everything that had transpired today!

He could lie to Gideon. He could lie to the Clave. But he couldn’t lie to himself. He missed his father.

No, he missed his family.

He missed the apple pies his mother used to make them. He missed going riding with Gideon and besting his brother every time, even though he knew Gideon was holding back and letting him win. He missed going to the clave meeting with his father, where they spoke about shadowhunter politics for hours without ever getting bored.

He missed his family.

He missed the Lightwoods. He wished they were here.

There was a sudden rush of wind in the room. Gabriel immediately jumped off the bed and ran towards the window with a seraph blade in his hand. But the window seemed to be closed. It was late after all.

“Oh crap,” a voice said. “Not again.”

It was a young woman – dressed in all black. But her clothes seemed different. She was dressed like a man and the material looked extremely uncomfortable. Her dark hair was still waving about in the air that had filled the room a moment ago. Her darker eyes looked frustrated, even a little amused. A giant ruby glowed at her throat, pulsing like a human heart.

“Y’all really need to stop doing this!” she waved a finger at him.

Gabriel blinked at her and looked around.

“Are you talking to me, miss?” he inquired.

“Who else?” she rolled her eyes. “Every time one of you has even so much as a nightmare, this fuc-”

“Pardon me,” he interrupted her, even if it was a little rude. “But who are you?”

“I’m Isabelle,” she answered. “I’m from the future.”

“You mean the 20th century?” he asked.

“Try 21st,” she grinned. “You don’t seem surprised by this.”

“I’m processing,” he explained. “But after the day I had, this does not concern me much.”

“One of those days, huh?” she asked as she walked around observing the space. “Your room looks like so boring. You’re shit at décor.”

“Um,” he said. “I don’t live here. I’m a guest.”

“Still,” she waved her hand at the space. “Get a cactus or some fairy lights or something, jeez!”

Gabriel was quiet. He didn’t know what to say to that – or to any of it!

“Why so am I here?” she asked, turning around suddenly.

She was a shadowhunter, through and through. If it wasn’t clear by her weapons and her runes, the way she moved…it was as fluid as water. She was one of the angel’s children.

“You seem to be under the impression that I know the answer to that,” he pointed out.

“You should,” she replied. “I usually only get drawn here when one of the Lightwoods seek support from their family.”

“You do?” he asked, trying to understand it all.

“You see, my friends and I had to take this trip to hell a few months ago and ever since my pendant has been acting up. I randomly get dragged to the past or the future. It was fun the first couple of times, but not all Lightwoods are entertaining as you’d think. There was this one chick called Tati-”

Did she say ‘trip to hell’? Was it an exaggeration? Or did she really go to hell? Either way, he didn’t care much to be honest.

“So, you only get drawn to Lightwoods?” he clarified. “But why?”

“Cause I am one,” she rolled her eyes again. “Duh.”

“Oh,” he said.

There were plenty of signs that she was a shadowhunter. But none to show that she was a Lightwood.

No family ring. No blonde hair. No green eyes. Nothing familiar at all.

Is this what has become of his family in the future?

“Dude,” she waved his hand in front of him. “Can you tell me why I’m here so I can give you some random advice and go back home? It’s game night! Simon needs me!”

“I’m fine,” he said sharply. “You can leave.”

Yes, he had asked for a Lightwood.

But not her. Not this stranger who didn’t know him. This girl who didn’t know him. This wasn’t family.

“Are you sure?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Quite,” he nodded, flopping back into the bed again.

The wind started to gather in the bedroom again, but died down rather quickly than he anticipated.

He looked up to find her standing at he edge of the bed, glancing at him a little worriedly.

“You’re wearing white,” she said quietly.

Gabriel looked down at himself – the white shirt and trousers were unfamiliar too, just like everything else. He had borrowed them from Gideon since his own clothes were back at home. He wasn’t ready to go back there just yet.

“Who was it?” the girl asked.

“My father,” he answered.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” she said. “For what it’s worth, I hope you catch the bastard who took him away from you.”

“He is right here,” Gabriel answered in a whisper, staring at hi reflection in the window. “I did it. I killed him.”

“Oh,” she blinked, looking startled for the first time. “You’re Gabriel. Gabriel Lightwood.”

A snort escaped him.

“That’s my legacy, is it?” he asked. “Gabriel Lightwood, famously known for patricide.”

The girl, Isabelle, looked embarrassed.

“Well, you are known for other stuff too,” she offered quickly. “Like your smoking looks. You are the babest of the Lightwoods if you ask me.”

He didn’t know what that meant. But he doubted he would find it consoling even if he did.

“Listen, from what I know, your dad was a piece of shit,” she said seriously now.

Now that he understood.

“But he was still your dad,” she said more gently now. “So, I get it.”

“You do?” he asked, surprised.

“I do,” she smiled faintly. “My dad was a piece of shit too.”

“Was?”

“He died last year,” Isabelle said. “Actually he was killed too. By this crazy zombie woman who stabbed him with a mortal sword.”

“How in angel’s name is that-”

“Long story, bro,” she waved it off, but he sensed the emotion in her voice. “But listen. You can’t blame yourself for what happened. It will only make it worse.”

“I could have tried something else,” Gabriel couldn’t help but tell her. “If I had more time…If I had been brave enough to ask for help or find a cure, I could have saved him.”

“Don’t,” she said. “I know how much the ifs and could haves can get into your head. I know how bad it gets. You keep thinking about all the possible alternatives where you could have saved the one you loved but there isn’t an alternate timeline…I mean there is Thule but boy it’s more messed up than this one and-”

Gabriel blinked at her. His head was starting to spin.

“By the angel, I wish Alec was here,” she groaned. “He is way better at this.”

“It’s alright,” he tried to smile her. “You did fine.”

“I did shit all,” she rolled her eyes – which he assumed she did all the time. “I’m sorry I’ve been completely useless.”

“Not completely useless,” he told her. “If you are here, it means the Lightwoods are still out there…in the 21stcentury. It means we survived. That is all I want. I want my family to be okay.”

“We are okay,” she smiled at him. “My brother Alec…He is the Consul, you know.”

“A Lightwood Consul?” Gabriel grinned. “That’s something.”

“I mean he is in exile and there is nephilim nazi group that is on our asses right now but that’s a whole other thing,” She said and notice Gabriel wince. “Christ, I suck at this! The point is, we’ve had our ups and downs. But us Lightwoods…We always land on our feet. We don’t need a surefooted rune for that.”

“We always land on our feet,” Gabriel repeated. “Yes. Yes, that sounds reasonable enough.”

“You didn’t just kill your father,” Isabelle said now. “You also saved your friends. Focus on that.”

“I don’t they think they consider me a friend,” Gabriel pointed out with a sigh. “Especially that Herondale bas-”

“Let me tell you a little secret about Herondales,” she grinned with a mischievous look in her eyes. “They act all high and mighty, but they are very fragile. You just gotta go easy on them, okay?”

“But William is an absolute idiot!” Gabriel reasoned.

“Trust me, I have a William 2.0 back at home,” Isabelle sighed. “But they can’t all be that bad, right?”

There was a hint of humor in her voice, as if she was enjoying her own private joke.

“Maybe not,” Gabriel conceded. “Cecily seems…nice.”

“There you go,” Isabelle stood up from her chair with an accomplished grin.

“Thank you for your kind words, Isabelle,” Gabriel told her. “I hope the Lightwoods in the future are as wonderful as you are.”

“Well, they don’t have my fashion sense, I can tell you that,” she chuckled.

The whirlwind started surrounding her again.

“I know I didn’t say much,” she shrugged a little embarrassed. “But remember this – it will get better. I promise you. It always gets better.”

“One can hope,” Gabriel smiled.

“And you’re not alone,” she said. “You have your brother. And trust me when I say that Lightwoods make the best older brothers.”

“I concur,” Gabriel smiled wider now. “They are…adequate.”

Isabelle laughed. “Good luck, Gabriel Lightwood. Keep it tight!”

And with that she disappeared.

Gabriel looked around the unfamiliar room again. He put on a new shirt and walked down the stairs.

It was time to make new friends.

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whimsywispsblog · 4 years ago

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All’s Not Fair in Love and War

A/N: Hello hello! Here’s chapter 5 for y’all! This one’s got some sadness and angst. Enjoy!

PART1, PART2, PART3, PART4

CHAPTER 5

March 12, 1981

The team sadly lost Lazar in Cuba. It was a great loss for the team and a horrible heartbreak for Park. They never even got the chance to let their feelings for each other bloom. The pain of loosing Lazar felt awfully familiar to her. Just like Harry. Loosing her brother was one of the most difficult phases in Park's life. He was someone who she confided in, someone who she trusted and admired. Someone who she loved with all her heart and soul, lying with blood splattered all around him, lifeless body staring at the distant sky. A haunting image that could never be erased from her mind. Lazar's death was just like that, except she saw him getting shot twice, the poor man helplessly surrendering to death. The scenario kept replying in her mind. -As soon as the team got back, Adler put Bell in a session. Poor Bell. He kept blaming himself for Lazar's death. He never even got a chance to mourn properly. "Adler! Let him rest! I don't think he's-""Not now, Rei. We need answers." Of course. He needs answers. Rei prepared the room for the session with Sims. "I hope he can survive this...he doesn't look well." Rei whispered to herself. If Bell dies, it was all for nothing. If the programme backfires, they loose everything. And Adler...good lord Adler. That man is going to get the boy killed. "We're doing an intercebral injection." Rei nodded to Adler, taking the injection. "Injecting directly into the brain could provoke seizures, or worse." Park warned, earning a glare from Adler."Unless, we don't overdo anything and keep the adrenaline from spiking. Hopefully" Rei replied, injecting. "We have a job to do." And that's when all hell broke loose. -Park hadn't noticed the time that had passed by while she kept staring at the wall in her apartment. The session was a success, minus a lot of drama from Rei and Adler. But Park's mind was caught up elsewhere...with Lazar."Park?" It was Rei. "You okay?"Park nodded her head sideways, tears now starting to roll doen her cheeks. Rei reached out to the woman. Park accepted her hug, burying her face in Rei's chest. She let out all her tears of agony, little sobs and wails escaping from her mouth. Rei kept rubbing her back, soothing her with her soft whispers of consolation. The death of Lazar had affected the whole team, even Hudson. They stayed like that for quite sometime, until Park left the hug to compose herself. Rei handed her a glass of water. "I talked to Chief. He said that they will let Bell in. He will stay under my wing." Park sipped a glass of water. The hiccups after crying made her squeal a little. Rei kept rubbing Park's upper arm. "That's great, but there's bad news. According to the plan that I overheard, Hudson wants Adler to kill Bell there in Solovetsky, away from the crowd. He has to make it look like an accident."

"Oh God. We have to improvise our plans then." Rei stared out of the window. The recollections of yesterday's session where Adler injected Bell through the eye socket and forced him to give everything without giving the boy even a moment to process his traumas. That was the first time in her life where she got highly physical with Adler. "Russell fucking Adler! Stop it! You're going to get him killed!" Rei kept pushing Adler away from Bell. He kept increasing the doses, like as if Bell's mind is a respawning game. Rei had enough. She pushed Adler away and ordered Park to get Bell out. The fight turned into a screaming match between Rei and Adler. In the end, Sims had to drag Rei out and Hudson had to hold her back from attacking. The two of them refused to even look at each other. Rei rubbed her bruised arm, thanks to Adler holding it tightly while getting her away from the room. "We need to get him to trust us." Park looked at Rei with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, but how?"

"We talk to him." Rei shrugged. "Park. How about tomorrow you stay close to Bell and once it's over, you pull Bell away? I'll get a ride for us and we can leave."

"We can do that, but, I doubt Adler will leave Bell out of his sight, unless we tell Bell about Adler's plans." The girls looked outside, deep in thought on how they can pull Bell out of the situation. To Park, Bell was her only chance in life to do something she couldn't- save her brother and Lazar. It was the same for Rei- the loss of her brother, Riley.-"Alright Bell, listen up." Park pulled Bell into a room. Luckily no one was there close by except for Sims and Rei. The girls came up with a brilliant plan. The Chief of MI6 would convince Black to let Bell go, once they manage to get Bell out of the field. Park and Bell will fly to London, immediately after the mission. Rei will stay back to handle the situation, if things turn ugly. "Tomorrow, once the mission is over, you will ride with me. I'll tell you where I am. Whatever you do, do not go with Adler."

"Why not?"

"A complicated situation which I will explain later. Give me a set of your civilian clothes. Once you're off the field, we will be picked up by an informant, where you will change your clothes and head for the airport, straight to London." Bell looked at Park, perplexed. "But...why are you doing this?"

"Bell, I owe you. This is the only way I can repay, making you MI6. It's the easiest escape route to give you a life of some degree of normalcy. I have done enough damage to you, maybe you don't trust me. But this one time, I need your trust." Bell looked at Park. Her eyes were red, swollen. The tone of her voice was that of someone pleading. True, he wasn't sure who to trust, but if she seemed to be ready to put her neck in the line for him..."Alright. I'll come. But, can I trust you?"

"Of course." Park smiled.

"Are we ready?" Rei barged in. The two nodded.

-Everything went according to the plan in the Battle of Solovetsky. The nukes were stopped from detonating. The soldiers were busy celebrating the victory. But for Rei, Bell and Park, victory was yet to be achieved. According to the plan, Bell will excuse himself from the group when Park sends the cue 'Aah the artic air' ��and somewhere a little further, Park will pick him up. From there, Rei will pick up the duo and a ride a little further, with 2 helicopter rides to the safehouse in West Berlin (sponsored by some 'friends').As soon as Bell got the cue, he waited for five minutes, laughing and hugging Woods and Mason. "Ah nature's call. Got to take this one." Woods snickered at Bell. From there the plan went beautifully. -"Okay, so it's a pretty long ride to Germany and we'll be stopping a couple of times." Rei yawned. Bell looked out of the window as Park treated his wounds ."Tell me again, why isn't the Chief talking to Hudson now, instead of us performing this drama?"

"Long story short, if Bell dies on the mission on the way or if Bell gets captured anytime now, then he becomes a liability to MI6. But once we're out of Solovetsky, I'll send the code and he will let Hudson know." Rei kept pondering, not fully understanding the situation. Bell was completely lost. The boy had too much to process. From loosing his identity, thanks to CIA and now being deemed a loose end after everything he's done for them, the boy found it too hard to digest anything at all. "Would the MI6 consider me a loose end?" Rei and Park looked at Bell, the boy giving them both an innocent puppy dog eyes. He looked so vulnerable and scared. "Well, once you win their trust, you'll be considered one of them. You have already won mine, you don't have to worry about anything." Bell nodded. His eyes grew heavy. The last few days' theatrics was finally taking a toll on him.

"Wait, come again? They want Bell? Park taking responsibility? Under Park's wing? But he- okay. Okay sir. Understood. I'll send the necessary documents for the transfer." Hudson rubbed his forehead in frustration. "What's the scene?" Adler blew out smoke. The anger in his eyes was concealed by his shades. "Your girlfriend and her best friend managed to sneak out Bell from under your eyes. MI6 wants Bell, they talked to Black. Park will take Bell to CIA. They will send an informant now, to whom I'll have to give the documents for the transfer." Adler sighed, he was boiling with anger. If Bell decided to turn his back against them, they will be in deep trouble. "Damn. Am I glad that your girlfriend had the balls to do something that I wanted to do." Mason glared at the two men. Woods just chuckled. "Mason we-""If he wanted to do something, he'd have done it by now." Mason was right. Why would Bell willingly give up everything he knew despite knowing that they had robbed him of his identity? "Right. We'll settle this in West Berlin. Pack up." Adler commanded, leaving to his room. He took out his wallet. In it was a polaroid of Rei that he had clicked a long time back. It was a beautiful moment he captured. Rei laughing merrily, her eyes twinkling, her long dark hair swaying sideways to the breeze- all under a beautiful blue sky. His thumb rubbed her face softly. "What are you up to, Rei" he whispered.

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theonetheycallhannah · 4 years ago

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Prologue: History

Characters: OFC (Shane Benton), OMC (Elliott Thomas)

Summary: Shane Benton is a hard-working physical therapist and a loving girlfriend…but her boyfriend has a less than desirable way of showing it.

In case you’ve fallen behind or want to read more of my drabbles!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language, mature themes, angst, infidelity, domestic violence (moderate). Yeah, this may be a tad rough for some readers, but I tried to be mild, and mostly implicit. It was hard still, to see my fictional offspring go through this, even if she gives as good as she gets!

Author’s Note: Oh, y’all. When I needed a break from the sweet tenderness of Chapter 8, I came here and put Shane through some hell. (You can blame one of my friends I was talking about for this angst as they’re the one who put me into angsty headspace by cheating on my other friend! It’s been weighing on me! But I guess at least I’ve been able to use it!) I really hope you enjoy a bit of backstory on our heroine! I really liked writing her ferocity.

Also, I meant to have this posted yesterday, but because of some tragedy in one of my other fandoms (and the world, in general! Rest In Power, Chadwick Boseman!) and a bit of craziness in my personal life (my HS bestie wanted to hang out this weekend, so I spent a lot of time with her…also…I’ve been talking to a real live fella! OMG! And it’s entirely too soon to say that I like him, but like…I very much do…but he’s far away and recently single and things are complicated in just, several ways, so it just can’t happen at this point. But…like, we have been talking a ton recently, and…sigh. I have found it difficult to focus on the matters at hand. But, rest assured, I’m working on Chapter Nine, and it will be up just as soon as I find my rhythm!

Disclaimer: Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism. (Well, this isn’t a super fun chapter, I guess!)

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5 years ago-

Shane got home from work, exhausted. The new electronic documentation system they'd just implemented was kicking her ass. And Anita's, whom she constantly had to help with it, all the while hearing Anita bellow "When can I retire?!" which lost its charm on about the third day.

"Elliott, I'm home." She didn't smell anything cooking, despite the fact that she knew he was off all day today. Whatever. She was used to him doing virtually nothing but whatever hipster bullshit he got up to on Instagram and YouTube, trying to get off the ground as an influencer with a brand…spare her. Since when did that become a job? She didn’t mind to get takeout though, if only she knew he wasn’t cooking. Maybe she should have asked. "Honey, I could have picked something up if--" she was startled by him in the doorway to the hall, in only his anime boxers, looking like he was trying to not be surprised she was home. "What?"

"Nothing, just…excited to see you! How was your day?" Elliott asked, scratching the back of his neck, displacing his mid-length, slightly moppy light brown hair, already disheveled. That was his tell. Something was up. She knew it.

"What's going on? Are you hiding something from me?"

"Why would you ask me that? Don't you trust me, baby?!" he guilted. Knowing just the buttons to push for empathy. It wasn't gonna work today. The machine was all out of that selection and full of his bullshit currency.

"Now that you mention it, no. I sure as hell don't." she walked around to enter the hall and investigate the rest of the house. "Let me through." he wouldn't budge. He had the advantage of physical size, but she was still wearing her work uniform including sneakers…he was more than half naked. She stomped hard on his instep and smacked him in the ear as he doubled over. She felt marginally bad for that in the moment…at best he'd get mild tinnitus for a while. At worst, he could have permanent hearing damage. She'd check later for blood coming out of his ear and see if she should feel worse about it then.

She rounded the corner to their bedroom. The quilt her grandma had made her was carelessly crumpled with the top sheet and blanket at the foot board. She noticed a swatch of an orangey red lipstick on her pillow. The same shade smudged onto the full mouth of the panicking strawberry blonde frantically donning clothes in front of her antique mirror, and the same shade, she was guessing, that was smeared across certain places on Elliott’s body that were now covered by those boxers that she had always hated. You know what, Elliott, she thought to herself. Fuck Bleach, and fuck you!

"I'm sure you're a lovely person who's just been lied to by a very charming and manipulative man, but…you still only have ten seconds to get to my front door before I call the cops." Shane threatened the girl, who couldn't have been more than twenty-one…and he was thirty-three.

"She's my guest." Elliott defended.

"You're not even on the lease. Your credit was too bad." she said over her shoulder while still squared off with the girl. She turned back to her. "I'm trying to be calm here, sweetie. But do not make me tell you even one more time to get out of my…fucking…house." the girl picked up her shoes and a small messenger bag from the floor near where Shane stood, keeping as wide a berth as she could, and skittered out of the room in terror.

"How many times, Elliott?"

"Don't do this, Shane."

"No, I think this is something we should do. Count the times you’ve broken my trust. Kissed another girl, fooled around with one, fucked one…I mean…I've never caught you in our bed before, so this LOOKS like a first…I sure hope it is…because I don't recall you doing any laundry since you've lived here. And if I thought you let me sleep in the same sheets that you…I can't even look at you, you son of a bitch."

"It's not what you think, Shane." he said, calmly, as if he'd simply picked up the wrong consistency of peanut butter from the store. The wrong brand of milk. Not that he ever did the shopping.

"Bullshit. Bull. Shit. Elliott. I come home and find you like this, and there's a girl in OUR bedroom, and her lipstick is all over MY pillow, and your balls, no doubt. Not gonna make you prove it, because at this point, I don't give a shit anymore. I've lost count of how many times I've forgiven you, even times you didn't care enough to ask me to. Times you probably don't even know that I know about. But it's done. You're gonna pack up all your things. And you're gonna be gone by the time I get home from work tomorrow. And don't expect me to be late…because I will not be."

"You're acting crazy. You can't do this. Where will I go, Shane?"

"That's not my concern anymore. Find an apartment that accepts Likes and subscriptions and followers as rent and cherish it. But your free ride here is done. I'm not your mom, your maid, your cook, or…anything to you anymore, Elliott."

He was getting angry now. His nostrils flared and his breaths came more quickly.

"Is this because you're fucking another guy? Hmm?" he got in her space, but she was out of the bedroom and back into the hallway. She shouted back.

"Oh, NOW you're gonna try to deflect this onto me? When in holy hell would I have time to get with anyone but you, when we don't even have sex anymore?! It's been, what, two, three months?"

"You work with guys."

"You have no idea who I am. To think that I would do something like that. No idea at all. If I don't have time at home, I certainly don't have time for sex at work, and you can ask any of my coworkers, male OR female. That place is an unsexy, unholy shit show 90% of the time. And the other ten, it's just above bearable."

"Well, I'm still not going anywhere."

"You are. Like I said. You're not on the lease. And all I have to do is call the landlord and tell him you're here without my permission and he'll have the cops here." she had gotten a glass of water…although she needed something stronger, and was standing by the sink with it. Her mouth was getting dry. She couldn't take much more of this without breaking.

"You wouldn't really do that to me though. I'm the only man who can give you what you want." he grabbed her by the arm, hard.

"Let go of me, Elliott."

"Or what." he asked for it. She got the other instep, his groin, and threw water in his face. She grabbed her purse and bolted out the door.

She got quickly on the phone with Heather her closest friend who had recently been hired on as a secretary for her clinic.

"Yello." she said, cheerful.

"Two things: can I crash at your place tonight and what kind of phone do you have?" she asked.

"Yes and a Galaxy something, I dunno, but what the fresh hell are you talking about?"

"I'll explain when I get there. I’m on my way to CVS for some essentials. Do you need anything?"

"Sounds like we need wine and ice cream!"

"Already on the list." She thanked Heather and hung up, calling her landlord.

“This’s Sam.” She heard over the receiver.

“Sam, I’m sorry to bother you, but I have a situation at the house.”

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked concerned. She’d never rented from anyone so kind. He’d become almost family. Like an uncle.

“Long story short, pest control. I’m kicking Elliott out and he has until the time I get home from work tomorrow. I told him you’d be there with the cops if he didn’t comply because he’s not on the lease. Is there any way you can help me and make that good?”

“He hurt ya, Shane?”

“Not, umm…not physically.” Although she had been rubbing the place on her arm where he’d grabbed her, certain there would be a bruise.

“That’s all I need to know. I’ve got a buddy or two on the squad here in town. I’m sure they won’t mind to help me out. You need anything?”

She held back the tears until she could hang up. “I’m staying over at a friend’s tonight and headed into CVS now for a few things I didn’t take time to grab after I kneed him in the groin and ran out.” She had just pulled into the parking lot.

“Well I’m nearby if you need anything when you’re back home.”

“Thanks. I guess just watch for smoke from the place for now. I don’t know what he might do, honestly.”

Up Next: Prologue: Onset of Injury (Sy)

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taxicabinmemphis · 4 years ago

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Prince Charming - Chapter 1

chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four - chapter five - chapter six

So tumblr is being evil and not letting me put a strikethrough on the word ‘prince’ on the title so please pretend it’s there. This was supposed to just be fluffy Intrulogical but look at what happened. It was supposed to be shorter, too! I was like ‘don’t expect it to get to 2k’ but here we are… :/ (Side note - most indications that Janus is lying are in italics, just to make sure y’all can tell since I don’t know of a way to write Janus’ tone and vocal inflection that indicates his lies except using italics (however this is only for Janus, I will use italics in dialogue for other characters and they are not indications of dishonesty.)) Word count - 3,474 Pairing - Intrulogical, Prinxiety (I didn’t plan it, it just kinda happened and I rolled with it), pre Moceit, platonic Logicality and Dukeceit bc they are cute friends, platonic/familial Moxiety bc they cute too Warnings - some characters are a lil insensitive in spots but I wouldn’t call them unsympathetic, swearing, quick food mention in a later chapter, sword fighting, self-deprecation from most sides, a character gets hurt, pining, and Remus-typical behavior (body horror mentions and other stuff heh), if there’s anything else that should be tagged or put in the warnings, tell me please!

Despite his birthday long having passed, Roman was somehow able to convince the other sides to join him in an adventure in the Imagination. While some sides, like Patton, were ecstatic about the idea, others, such as Virgil, weren’t as enthusiastic. Knowing Roman, there would be adventure, royalty, danger, and heroism, and those things didn’t appeal to everyone. But still, somehow, all had been convinced.

Roman threw the door to the Imagination open forcefully, a dramatic gust of wind seeming to help him with the task. The door opened to show an elegant white castle. The entrance to the castle grounds was only a couple hundred feet from the door. “Welcome, fellow adventurers. Please enter, this is where today’s story begins!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Virgil grumbled, shoving past Roman and entering the Imagination. “What got me to do this again?”

“One starts to wonder similarly,” Logan agreed, following the purple-clad side through the door.

“Don’t be so negative, you two,” Patton chastised. “I’m sure Roman has something entertaining planned.”

“Well, I don’t know entertaining unless severed limbs are involved.”

“To each his own,” Roman grumbled at his brother, following the last side in.

Roman closed the door behind him and clapped his hands to get his companions’ attention. They all turned to him, varying levels of excitement on each of their faces.

“Let’s get this over with,” Virgil muttered, before raising the volume of his voice to continue. “What are we doing today?”

“How kind of you to ask, Virgil!” Roman chirped. “Our adventure today is something I have had in the works for a while now. As you can see from the beautiful castle behind me, we will be engaging in a medieval war of two different kingdoms. I, and the sides assigned to the kingdom of Romania–”

“That’s already a country, Roman,” Logan interrupted.

“That is false, Logan,” Janus agreed. “Also, wouldn’t it be more…considerate not to name a kingdom multiple sides will be assigned to after yourself?”

“There’s a reason you’re not being assigned to my kingdom, snake boy,” Roman murmured, before speaking louder. “Fine. I, and the sides assigned to…Azeria will be trying to retrieve the crown jewels that belong to our kingdom. They were stolen by the kingdom of Reptania.”

“Creative,” Virgil remarked sarcastically.

Roman ignored him. “When we get to Reptania, however, we will discover that the rulers of Reptania have been keeping someone prisoner under a mind control curse that puts the prisoner under the cruel will of Reptania’s rulers!”

“Dear Lord-a-mercy,” Virgil commented, lacing his tone with exasperation.

Roman turned to him, annoyed. “Can you not? For one second?” Roman cleared his throat as Virgil snorted in response. “The prisoner can be you if you’re so chatty on the subject.”

Virgil groaned and put his head in his hands.

“Anyway, we will free the prisoner after we defeat the evil rulers of Reptania in an epic battle of medieval weapons, and take the freed emo back to our kingdom.”

“Let me guess,” Janus drawled, “Remus and I will rule Reptania, and Patton and Logan will join you in…I forget what you called your kingdom.”

“You are right, Janus, Patton, and Logan will join me in Azeria and the two of you will be in Reptania,” Roman answered, slightly annoyed. “Does that work for you all?”

Murmurs of acknowledgment and begrudging agreement were heard backgrounding a louder and more enthusiastic “it works wonderfully!” from Patton. Roman hardly gave them time to object, however, as he clapped his hands again with a grin and started walking away from the door and deeper into the Imagination.

—

“I see no reason why we have to wear this strange…attire you have picked out for us, Roman,” Logan remarked, grimacing as he struggled with putting on chainmail.

The three of them were in Azeria’s castle in the prince’s royal quarters where Patton and Logan’s outfits were laid on chairs. They had changed in separate rooms, but now they had to put on the dreaded chainmail (that they got each other’s help with because no one wanted to deal with it alone). Logan and Patton’s chainmail were colored; indigo and light blue respectively. Roman, because of his already princely outfit, felt he didn’t have to bother with the armor, despite Patton’s protests regarding safety and fairness. Patton also had a leather backpack, meant for carrying back the stolen crown jewels to their kingdom.

“We are knights of the royal court, Logan! You must. If it makes you feel any better, I have set out armor for Janus, Virgil, and Remus to wear. I was quite vehement in the note I left that they wear it.”

“Besides, Logan, it’s not that bad,” Patton said as he finished putting on the armor.

“I also don’t see why I am a knight,” Logan added. “Wouldn’t Virgil be a better choice? Fight or flight is his area.”

“He was being a chatty, sarcastic little shit–”

“Roman!”

“–so he was practically asking to be assigned to the prisoner position.”

“From what I could tell, Virgil made no indication that he wanted to be the prisoner,” Logan objected.

“He was being sarcastic and interrupting me as I covered that part of the story, Logan!” Roman argued.

“While I have no idea as to how commentary and requests correlate out of context, I suppose it’s up to you.”

“Yes, it is, and if you both are finished putting on your armor, we should go to the stables and get our horses so we can ride out to Reptania!”

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Roman?” Patton asked with a sly grin, placing a camera he brought (“to preserve memories”, as he previously explained to Roman) at the bottom of the backpack. He then put the backpack on.

Roman frowned. “Am I? What am I forgetting, Patton?”

“Swords!” Patton exclaimed with a small jump.

Roman lit up. “How could I forget? Come to the armory, my blue-clothed friends. We must arm ourselves!”

“Technically, we are engaging Reptania in a rather unnecessary battle as there is no survival-based requirement for crown jewels, so gathering arms isn’t exactly needed.”

Roman huffed and Patton gave Logan a stern look.

When they got to the armory, Roman immediately took a longsword from where it was sheathed. He seemed to weigh it and test its balance in his hands before giving it a couple of sample swings. The sword had a golden shine on it that Roman seemed to like.

“Don’t you already have a katana?” Logan asked.

“Yes, Logan, I do,” Roman confirmed, “but this is longer. I left my katana in my room anyway, I will not be using it today.”

Patton looked around the room with cautious excitement, obviously concerned for everyone’s safety with the blades, but still thoroughly enjoying picking a weapon for himself. A shortsword seemed to catch his eye. He hurried over to it and picked it up. The sword was a little under two feet in length, the center of its crossguard adorned with a round gemstone of blue topaz.

“Look at this sword, Roman! Isn’t it nice?” he asked, jumping up and down a bit. “It’s just the right size, and it has a pretty blue gem at the top of the hilt!”

Roman smiled at Patton. “It’s stunning, Padre! Perfect for a knight of your skill and prestige.”

“It is indeed quite attractive of a sword, Patton,” Logan agreed. “And the gem at the center of the crossguard matches your outfit.”

On Logan’s right was a rack of swords of various types. He picked up a flamberge sword, a couple of inches over being four feet long. The hilt, crossguard, and a wavy line going through the center of the blade were colored an indigo that matched Logan’s chainmail.

“This seems adequate,” Logan commented, holding the sword in front of him with both hands.

“It’s significantly over two thirds your height,” Roman noted. “Over twice the length of Patton’s sword.”

“Your longsword is similar,” Logan replied.

“I’m a prince.”

Logan sheathed the sword on his person and turned to Roman. “And I’m a knight.”

Patton opened the door and turned to the two. “Come on, you two, let’s get our horses!”

The three armed sides made their way out of the armory and to the stables. Roman raced ahead of his knights to stop at a beautiful white horse, a little bit taller than the others. He mounted the animal with ease and smiled at his friends who had just reached the stables.

“Pick your favorite, there are choices,” he instructed gleefully, but his voice turned serious at his next words. “Diamante is mine, though. She’s mine.”

Logan lifted his hands as a gesture of surrender and made his way over to a black stallion. “Can I take this one?”

“Yeah, you can take Obsidian,” Roman stated. “Only Diamante is off-limits.”

Patton patted a light brown horse’s mane as Logan mounted his horse. “I like this one. Do they have a name?”

“That’s Ophelia. She’s a sweetheart.”

“I love her!” Patton exclaimed, mounting the mare. He, admittedly, had more difficulty than the other two sides with the task.

He eventually got himself properly positioned on the horse, him and Roman exchanging a nod indicating readiness.

“Let’s go!”

The three horses galloped out of the stables, Diamante in the lead. They rode quickly, Roman seeming to know where to go. Azeria castle was soon left behind, and Reptania could be spotted nearby.

“How long until we arrive, Roman?” Patton asked.

Roman glanced at him quickly. “Not much longer.”

Reptania castle eventually came into clear view, the darkly colored walls of its castle giving it an eerie vibe. Some walls on the outer sides of the castle had vines growing up them; that and other creepier features caught Patton’s timid eyes, while Roman stared ahead with an unwavering glare that mirrored his determination. Logan was just relieved the adventure Roman had forced him into was closer to its end.

They arrived at the front gates, slowing their horses to a stop. Two guards moved to stand in front of the castle gates, effectively blocking the three knights’ path. Roman looked at them sternly.

“Let us pass,” Roman ordered. “We have business with the rulers of this kingdom.”

The guards stood motionless.

“Maybe try please?” Patton whispered to the prince.

“Remus is my brother,” Roman stated to the guards, before deciding to take Patton’s advice. “Please let us pass. We come in peace.”

After a moment, the guards let up and moved to let the three colorful knights pass. As the trio’s horses passed the gates, Logan leaned towards Roman (who was on his left) slightly.

“You do know that you communicated a falsehood so they would let us pass.”

Roman sighed. “Yes, Logan. But they were evil henchmen villain guards and we have to get through in order to have the epic battle and get the crown jewels.”

“And rescue Virgil,” the logical side reminded.

“Yes, but we’re not supposed to know we should do that yet,” Roman reminded him, slightly exasperated.

“We’re not?” Patton asked.

“No, Padre, remember? We’re not supposed to figure out Virgil is under a mind control curse until later.”

“How will we know?” Patton inquired.

“We’ll know!”

The three of them dismounted and walked their horses to the stables. They left the horses easily accessible, just in case they had to make a swift exit.

They quickly but carefully entered the castle and followed Roman through the halls. He seemed to have an idea of what they were doing and where to go, unlike the other two.

“Are we going to where Janus and Remus are keeping the stolen crown jewels?” Patton asked.

“Yes, now shh,” Roman whispered. “I think they’re in this next room. There are two guards stationed on either side of the door looking quite purposeful.”

“Oh no,” Logan said with a sigh. “Will we have to sword fight them too?”

Roman grinned at him. “Yes!”

“We should create a plan–”

Roman drew his sword and left the two other knights to stand in front of the guards. “If you let me pass, I will not hurt you.”

The guards drew their weapons, identical claymore swords, and stood in front of the door. The one on Roman’s right spoke. “Leave.”

“You could have at least said ‘please’ to him,” the other guard chastised.

“He threatened to harm us,” the one on the right growled.

“He could still be a nice fellow. Confused, maybe, but nice.”

“Good people,” Roman interrupted. “I am here for the crown jewels your rulers stole from our kingdom.”

“How did you know the crown jewels were in here?” the one on the left asked.

Roman gave the guard a smirk. “You just confirmed it.”

“Idiot,” the guard on the right murmured to their compatriot.

The guard on the left crossed their arms angrily. “Well, it seemed as if he already knew. He also looks like Remus, so I thought that Remus might know him and told him.”

“Did it occur to you that he looks like Remus because he’s his brother?” The guard on the right continued when the guard on the left didn’t reply. “Remus and his brother reside in rival kingdoms!”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You didn’t know that?! It was at orientation last week, you fucking moron-”

“Let me pass,” Roman cut in. “I know the crown jewels are in there, so why don’t you let me in and out and no one has to know.”

“We can’t do that, so leave,” the guard on the right answered sternly.

“Yeah, and any ask for entrance has to be reported to Remus and Janus,” the guard on the left added.

“We can skip that, just this once.”

“Nah, man, I’m afraid not.” The guard on the left solemnly shook his head. “I don’t want to get fired; need to convince my mom I can keep a job.”

“Did Remus make this guy?” Roman muttered under his breath, before speaking to the pair. “Well, I have to get in there.”

“And we have to keep you out.”

“Fine then,” Roman said, giving his longsword a swing. “We’ll have to do this the hard way.”

He walked towards the door, the guards intercepting him. The one on the left took a swing at Roman’s neck, but Roman parried it before disarming him. The guard’s sword clattered to the ground, Logan appearing from seemingly nowhere to take the fallen sword so the guard couldn’t retrieve it. The logical side drew his sword and joined Roman in the sword fight. The two quickly incapacitated the guard who was previously on the right.

“I’m telling Remus and Janus!” the guard on the left cried as they ran away from the Azerian knights. “Better to be unarmed and useful than unarmed and unconscious!”

Roman shrugged, he and Logan sheathing their swords. “We’re gonna have to fight them eventually.”

“Besides,” Patton added, approaching his friends, “that guard was funnier!”

“You mean less attentive and less intelligent,” Roman corrected.

“None the matter,” Logan interrupted. “We should get the jewels before reinforcements arrive.”

“But what about the sword fight–”

“Do you actively search for an opportunity to get murdered, Roman?”

Roman gasped in offense. “I search for adventure, thank you very much.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s get the jewels.”

Patton opened and held the door for his fellow knights. The light blue-clad side closed the door behind him and faced a medium-sized room, with the Azeria crown jewels enclosed in a glass case almost five feet off the ground. The three approached it carefully, Roman slowly drawing his sword.

Logan put out an arm to discourage him from whatever he was considering doing. “We must be careful. We don’t know what kind of alarms brashly breaking the case will set off.”

Despite the logical side’s warning, Roman broke the case with his longsword. Logan threw his arms up in exasperation and the lights in the room started to flash red. An alarm started to sound as well. Patton covered his ears with his hands and Roman sheathed his sword, staring intently at the jewels and the shards of glass that had fallen on them.

“Not to mention,” Logan added with an air of sarcasm, “the broken glass would make the jewels much harder to retrieve.”

Roman turned around and gave him a glare. “Real helpful at this point, Specs.”

Logan scoffed. “Either way, Roman, I think it’s only fair that you collect the jewels and put them in Patton’s backpack. Considering you were the one who made it harder to retrieve them.”

“Alright,” Roman conceded, rolling his eyes. “But only because I don’t want Patton to cut his fingers and I know how stubborn you are. Would you come over here for a second, Padre?”

Patton slowly uncovered his ears and tip-toed over to Roman, making sure to watch his step. He took his backpack from around his shoulders and opened it. Roman slowly took the crown, making sure not to touch any glass, shook it gently to get the glass off of it, and then carefully placed it in the backpack. He did the same with the rest of the jewels, Patton loyally holding the bag open.

The second Patton closed the bag and positioned it over his shoulders, three figures entered the room. The three Azerian knights watched as Janus and Remus walked into the room, clad in black and colored chainmail (yellow and green, respectively). Virgil was at their side, wearing purple under black chainmail.

“I take it you have a deep affinity for colored chainmail, Roman,” Logan remarked.

“It helps to tell people apart.”

Logan nodded. “Fair enough.”

Remus, who was in between Janus (who was on his right) and Virgil (who was on his left), drew his sword. It was a rapier, just under three and a half feet long. He gave Roman a glare and a villainous smirk.

“You’ve come for the crown jewels, I see,” he observed, waving a hand in the air, causing the lights to return to normal and the alarm to silence.

Roman matched his brother’s glare. “Our crown jewels, you mean.”

“But we like yours!” Remus objected.

“Don’t you have your own?” Logan asked tiredly.

Remus turned to the logical side. “Really, Logan? You’re playing Princey’s game? I thought I knew you better.” The Duke sighed and shook his head. “And yes, we have our own, but we like yours too.”

“Maybe we could trade…?” Patton suggested quietly.

“No,” Roman rejected sternly. “We must have our crown jewels.”

“Really, brother dearest? You must?”

“Yes, Remus. I must,” Roman reiterated. “They are sacred to Azeria!”

“Seriously, Remus,” Logan started, reentering the conversation, “they’re just a set of jewels. You have your own. Why are you so fixated on keeping them? Stealing them creates unnecessary conflict. By relinquishing the jewels back to our kingdom, you will be avoiding drama and the potential injury of your…companions.”

“But Logan, we want to sword fight,” the two brothers objected simultaneously.

“Really, Roman? You’re arguing against my call for their peaceful return of our crown jewels?”

“Gentlemen,” Janus cut in, “let’s not resolve this. As slowly as we can.”

Remus pointed his sword at Roman. “I think we can all agree with this tried-and-true method.”

“Umm, actually–” Patton started to object, putting his finger in the air.

“Shut your face-hole, baby blue knight,” Remus interrupted, “this has been the plan from the start.”

“I’m absolutely positive you couldn’t have said that nicer, Remus,” Janus chided.

“Since when do you care?” Remus shot back rhetorically. “Draw your sword, fellow ruler and protector of Reptania!”

Janus sighed, unsheathing his especially long sword. It was a Zweihander of a length no side cared to estimate, with a yellow hilt and straight yellow line going through the center of the black blade. The Azerians gasped at the sight, while the Reptanians already knew of the deceitful side’s impressive sword.

After a moment of silence, Roman spoke.

“Are you seriously extra at every chance you get?”

“He’s literally Deceit, Roman. Master of lies and over-the-top deceptions,” Virgil muttered, speaking for the first time. “He has swept us into theatrical and legal settings to work out problems that did not require as much drama and overthought than what was forced upon us.”

“Shut it, Virgil,” Janus ordered. “Don’t speak.”

A yellow light with a size similar (if not a little bigger) to that of a softball appeared in front of Virgil’s face for half a second before disappearing. When it faded, the sides could see Virgil’s mouth had closed and his gaze was directed to the floor. The room was enveloped in an agonizing silence.

“I told you we’d know, Patton,” Roman said quietly, with no real bite in his words.

Finally getting some more writing to y’all, yay! I hope you like it. Fair warning: school started again so guess who isn’t gonna be able to write as often (it’s me). Don’t be tricked by this. I have no idea how much homework will be coming my way so I can’t promise a lot more writing. Please enjoy this fic because it’s probably gonna be all y’all get for a while. Thanks!

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twinklecheeks · 5 years ago

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Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 8

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does. You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there is any. I’m just illiterate lmao.

Warnings! Pregnancy, Mentions of sex.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Word Count: 1.4k

Since last night, all y/n could think about Jeff telling her that he loved her! She doesn’t know whether it’s her actual feelings or her hormones making her crazy. She didn’t think that Jeff would try to step up and admit his wrong doings. Was she still in love w/ him? How is she gonna survive the weekend in Big Bear w/ him AND David??

Jeff: *texts y/n* Hey, I’ll be there in 20.

Y/n: Okay, see you soon :)

Y/n pov:

*talking to the mirror while doing makeup* Ugh fuck me. I hope I look cute. WAIT what the fuck am I saying? It’s only Jeff. But he’s the father of your kids. But you haven’t broken up with David yet. So you can’t think that way. Jeff probably thinks you look gross anyways. Last time he fucked you, you had a bangin ass body and now you’re a beached whale. Ugh the last time he fucked me… That was… Ugh, I’m getting horny just thinking about it… David is sweet and gentle but Jeff is something else. They way he would- Why tf am I thinking about fucking Jeff before an appointment? I swear these hormones mess with me at the wrong times... Jesus take the wheel!

Jeff: Hey, I’m outside.

Y/n: I’ll be down in a sec.

Y/n: *looks in the mirror one last time* Please don’t be a dumb bitch today…

Car Ride

Y/n: Heyy, you nervous?

Jeff: A little. They’re not gonna poke you with needles and shit, right?

Y/n: No but if they see something wrong, they’re gonna have to.

Jeff: Oh I hope not..

Y/n: So how was your Thanksgiving?

Jeff: It was boring as usual. My mom asked me questions about my dating life.

Y/n: Really? And what did you say?

Jeff: That I was on a break… But Karyn knew something was up.

Y/n: Did she drag you to filth?

Jeff: Maybe…

Y/n: That’s why I loved Karyn. She’ll always tell you anything straight up.

Jeff: *Smiles* Good thing she did.

5 month Ultrasound appointment

Doctor: Well hello y/n, your belly sure has grown.

Y/n: Haha I definitely feel it growing.

Doctor: *sees Jeff* And your name is?

Jeff: Oh I’m Jeff, I’m the father.

Doctor: Well, I’m glad you were able to join y/n today. You excited to see the babies?

Jeff: For sure. Can you also do the 4D ultrasound?

Doctor: Since my next appointment isn’t for another 2.5 hours, I’ll be able to do it.

Y/n: *lifts up her shirt*

Doctor: *Put’s the jelly on y/n’s stomach* And those are your 2 little girls. Looks like one of them is a little shy today.

Jeff: Wow. It’s really them. Two girls. Two little princesses.

Y/n: *looks at Jeff in the eyes* Yeah. Two little princesses.

Doctor: *turns of the heart monitor*

Jeff: *speaking in his head* Two little princesses. Two strong heartbeats. Boy you were fucking stupid to ever have treated y/n the way you did. I’m gonna be a dad to two girls. Fuck, I swear if any boys hurt my baby girls, they’re gonna fucking regret hurting my kids. If one or both of them are into girls, then it’s y/n job to chase after them. I don’t care how my kids will turn out in life, I just know I will love them no matter what.

Y/n: *looks at Jeff* Are you okay?

Jeff: *has tears in his eyes* Huh what? *wipes his tears* Nah I’m good. Totally cool.

Doctor: And now I’m going to switch to the 4D, and those are your babies.

Jeff: They kinda look like aliens.

Doctor: All babies on 4D look like Aliens haha. Oop it looks like the shy twin is being a little troublemaker already. It looks like she’s giving us the middle finger.

Jeff: Yup she is for sure daddy’s little princess already.

Doctor: I’ll print all the pictures out and do you mind if we run some tests on both of you today? When it gets to the halfway mark, we like to run tests on both biological parents to see if there’s a chance of abnormalities with the child. We can see on both ultrasounds that everything looks fine but we’d just like to make sure.

Jeff: Yeah sure. How long would test results come back in?

Doctor: Since it’s getting close to Christmas and not many people are coming in at the moment. Might come back in 48-72 hours max, might be even faster.

Y/n: Okay that’s fine.

*After the appointment*

Y/n: Was it just me or were you crying at the appointment.

Jeff: Cryin? Haha you wish. It’s allergies. I think some dust went into my eye.

Y/n: Okay big tough guy.

Jeff: You hungry?

Y/n: That’s the dumbest question you can ever ask a pregnant girl. Of course I’m hungry!

Jeff: In n Out?

Y/n: You know me too well.

Jeff: You nervous about the test results?

Y/n: A little but no one that I know of in my family has a condition or anything.

Jeff: Yeah neither do mine. Karyn’s kids came out just fine.

Y/n: Hopefully the results come back after we get home from Big Bear cause we’re already leaving tomorrow.

Jeff: You were also gonna break up with David after…

Y/n: Ughhhh. Why does so much have to happen during the holidays?

Everybody meeting at David’s house the next day (12/14/19)

David: Okay so in my tesla, it’s me, y/n, Natalie, Jason, Zane, Jonah and Suzie. In Toddy’s, it’s him, Jeff, Matt. I know the rest of Jonah’s family is coming. Carly and Erin are driving up with Mariah & Heath. I feel like we’re missing people.

Jason: I think that’s everyone.. .I don’t know. This is a big group.

Natalie: Not to mention that there’s more people coming later.

Y/n: David, can I talk to you?

David: Yeah sure.

Y/n: Sooo, Jeff apologized for everything the other day…

David: He did? When was this?

Y/n: About 2 days ago

David: So you’ve kept this from me for 2 days? I thought you would’ve told me sooner…

Y/n: Ummm I don’t know where all this attitude is coming from but I didn’t need to tell you. He is the father of my kids after all, not you.

David: Well thanks for reminding me… Maybe you can ride with him since he’s the father.

Y/n: If you’re going to keep acting like this because Jeff is actually doing something right for once, THIS is not going to work out between us.

David: If that’s how you feel, then so be it.

Y/n: Fine then. *turns to Carly* Hey, can I ride w/ you & Erin?

Carly: Of course.

*Everybody stands around awkwardly after seeing what happened*

Car ride to Big Bear

Carly: Wait, David actually got mad at you because Jeff apologized?

Y/n: Basically. He came at me with an attitude but didn’t think he was in the wrong when he said he still liked Madison during a lie detector test. But whatever, I’m pretty sure we were a fling anyways.

Erin: Yeah we lowkey thought that too.

Y/n: haha what.

Erin: Well, you know how excited he is about babies and how easily he gets baby fever. It looked like he was getting close to you because of it.

Y/n: That’s what I said to Jeff!

Carly: So do you think you and Jeff are gonna get together?

Y/n: I think it’s too early to tell. I still don’t completely trust him. Remember, he’s on a trial rn. Awww but he did cry at the ultrasound appointment the other day.

Carly: He can cry?

Erin: I thought the botox in his face prevented that

Y/n: GUYS STOP MAKING ME LAUGH OR I’M GONNA PEE.

Okay so I KNOW that this chapter was ehh BUT it’s because I wrote 3k words and I decided to split the chapter into 2 because I wrote A LOT. A warning for the next chapter, most of it is pure filth and I demand y’all get some holy water.

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mitsuki-murakami · 5 years ago

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think of me [Oikawa x Reader]

Hello, hello. I’m glad you survived the 2018 tumblr purge.

It’s been a long time since I sent in a request *cracks knuckles* Can you do #3 from the dialogue prompt for Oikawa or Kuroo (your choice) making a mistake? This gonna be gud.

#3: “How could you think that this wouldn’t hurt me?’

Requested by: @thenerdyrebel

Hellooooo!! Y’all are probably sick of me saying sorry over and over again but I really am!! I haven’t touched this request for over two years so I’ll probably make one for Kuroo as well kjhdfkjadhf I sincerely apologize and thank you so much for requesting this I appreciate you so much hehehe

Warning: A N G S T angst angST

***

The day was going by pretty well. Most of the daylight was spent with your person, Oikawa. The two of you have been together since childhood, practically joined at the hip along with Iwaizumi. It didn’t really take long for people to start getting suspicious about the amount of time the two of you spend together on a daily basis. It got a little annoying with the constant prodding about when are you guys going to get together. Poor Iwaizumi no longer tries to explain the situation between the two of you, simply resolving to answer with a blunt “I don’t know, you ask them,” without answering any follow-up questions.

Neither of you really indulged in extravagant gimmicks that other couples did to show off. It’s not that you and he disliked it, it’s just that you both felt as if nothing needed to be announced to each other or anybody else. It was like there was a part of you and Oikawa that knew, even before either of you had the wits to form a proper sentence, that your relationship began a very long time ago, and it need not be confirmed that you loved him, he loved you, he was yours, and you were his.

Looking back at it, the closest you’ve ever been to hearing him ask if he was your boyfriend was during that one year in junior high when everyone was obsessing over whether or not they were in a relationship; if they had a boyfriend, girlfriend, or what.

“Hey Tooru, why’s everyone talking about relationships nowadays? I can’t go through a day without someone asking me we’re in one.” You absentmindedly asked him after deleting an e-mail you received from a classmate which of course, was asking if Oikawa was your boyfriend or not.

“I don’t know either. It’s crazy, because of it Iwa-chan gets annoyed with me even before I say a word.” You chuckled. It was true, you did see him get smacked by Iwa-chan earlier on in the day.

“We’re in one though, right?”

“Uh, duh.”

And that was pretty much it. The only kind of confirmation that either of you had. Some people would think that it was pretty sad about the fact that probably one of the most boring milestones in your relationship was also the most mundane one. But you thought it was nice how perfectly in sync the two of you were. Funny, even, because it made other people look stupid when the both of you would easily say “Yeah,” to the person who got blown off by Iwaizumi earlier and then suddenly go back to whatever you were doing just like that like it was common knowledge (It should be, you both thought so).

You could literally go on forever about how things went between the two of you, but you’d rather not. There was no time for that. The both of you were too busy with either chasing your dreams or pushing the other to chase theirs. After all, knowing exactly what you and the other wanted to be in the future was one of the defining characteristics that pulled you closer together, if that was even possible at this point.

Of course, there were downsides to that. Sometimes one of you would let being career-oriented get into your head causing you to push everyone else away, but luckily one of you was always there to slap the other silly or knock them into sense. Especially that one time he almost went ham on Kageyama? Boy, was Oikawa in it for you and Iwaizumi that day.

There was also that one time when you were determined on doing well with your academics that you forgot to take care of yourself. You weren’t eating right and your sleep hours were next to nothing. You saw these as simple sacrifices you were willing to make because everybody else could, but all Oikawa saw was you destroying yourself over something that didn’t even come close to the importance of your health. He made that very clear by watching over you for the next few days to make sure you ate and slept when you needed to.

The two of you worked well together to keep each other in check. Never has a day gone by without his presence, and it was pretty clear that as much as possible, both of you didn’t want to spend another without the other, considering everything the both of you have been through. Which is why no one could blame you for not wrapping your head around what he just said to you.

“I said, I’m thinking of accepting their offer. Look, you’ve heard of this team on the television before, right? They’re pretty strong.” He pointed at your laptop, right at the name of the university that e-mailed him a few weeks ago, offering him a full ride throughout college if he’d play on the varsity team as their setter.

“Yeah, I have.. But..” You tore your eyes away from the laptop the both of you were sharing on your laps and looked into his, confusion spreading across your face. He was giddy, and that look would always make you so happy, but in this case, it wasn’t. His face slightly fell.

“It’s really far away, this isn’t what we were planning.” It wasn’t a question that the two of you wanted to go to college together. Sure, it was a busy place and you wouldn’t be able to spend as much time together as you could, but at least you’d see each other every day.

“I know, I know, but look, this is a great offer! It’d give me a great chance to start up my career,” he reasoned, and he was right, it would help him advance his career early on, but what about yours? You wanted to get a Ph.D. and the school you’ve previously agreed was one of the top schools for that.

“I know this school, Tooru, and this isn’t what we agreed on. I have a small chance of getting a scholarship here, it’s a private school and many other kids are more qualified than I am.” You explained, crestfallen. You didn’t think that this was one of the things you two would disagree about, considering that you’d already discussed this before. Both of you spent all night huddled up in his bed covered in blankets looking for that one university that would fit both your needs and you did. You couldn’t comprehend why this was coming up now.

“Yeah, but I can always get you hooked up with something! I’m pretty sure they’d make adjustments if I ask them to, they seem thrilled to have me there.” This was starting to upset you. You didn’t have time for this, finals were coming up and you didn’t want to waste precious time arguing on something you’d already agreed on.

“What’s wrong with the one we both like? It’s still a powerhouse school, it’s closer to where we live, and a lot of our friends are going there.”

“Why are you being so picky about this? College is months away, we still have loads of time to pick another one that fits us.” At this point, you didn’t even bother looking at him. You pushed the laptop off you and stood up, reaching for your study materials.

“I have every right to be as picky as you are, Tooru.” And with that, you left your bedroom, attempting to slam the door behind you, but instead finding that Oikawa caught the door and swung it back open.

“Hey, don’t walk away from me,” his tone was almost indiscernible, unrecognizable to you with all your years of being by his side. It was emotionless almost because Oikawa knew that he’d lose it if he let even the slightest emotion flow through.

“I’m not. I’m walking away from this conversation. I need to study.” You set down your books on the table and pulled out a chair,

“Then don’t walk away from it, let’s talk it out.”

“This conversation was over months ago. We’ve talked about this.”

“I just-- Why is it so hard to talk to you about this?” He ran his hand through his hair, pulling out another chair and positioning it in front of you. You flipped through the pages, trying to find where you left off earlier before you got pulled into this conversation.

Oikawa realized that you weren’t going to respond, so he snapped the book shut, and along with it your patience.

“Because we shouldn’t have to!”

“So,” he sucked in a breath, leaning back on his seat in disbelief. “Talking about our career isn’t important to you anymore?”

“We weren’t talking about our career, we were talking about yours.” You crossed your arms, finally meeting his eyes. He was livid, but he did everything he could to restrain himself from lashing out. He always did that, when it came to you. It’s not like you couldn’t take it. He knew you could. But he didn’t want to hurt you. That would never cross his mind.

So much so that sometimes he confuses his intentions for his actions.

“That’s why I’m saying that we could both study here-- of course I’m thinking about your career too.”

“No, see, I’ve already told you, this doesn’t fit me. It’s doesn’t fit the degree I’m going to pursue.” Your hand reached up to cover half of your face while you sighed. “That college was already right for us, and now you mean to tell me that I have to reapply for a scholarship, look for another place for us to live-- everything!”

“Like I said, I’m going to take care of everything,” he was getting irritated with the back and forth, and honestly, who wouldn’t? But that wasn’t the case for you. You were tired, and now you only have a little over a couple of months to plan out your whole career all over again, which you already did almost a year ago, with the previous college. “Listen,”

“I am listening!”

He clicked his tongue, “Do you really not want to give this a shot? For me, hell, even for us? Do you realize what this opportunity could bring the two of us? Don’t you want that for us?!” It was like he couldn’t hear what he was saying!

You took in a deep breath; it sounded more like a shudder to you at this point, before you mustered up the energy to look him in the eye. A few beats of silence passed with the two of you just staring at each other for answers before you replied.

“You think I would say no that easily? To you?” You huffed in anger. “I already know this college, I’ve already weighed my options, and the answer is no, Tooru. My answer is final.” He turned away from you, glancing outside the window long enough to make another think that he was just taking in the scenery, but you knew he couldn’t say the next words to your face.

“So, you don’t care if we go to different schools, now?”

“Of course I--”

“Do you know what that could do to us? Are you,” he paused to stop his voice from cracking any further.

“I know that, and that’s why we planned this over a year ago. Because you don’t get to suddenly change your mind as soon as the next shiny offer comes to sweep you off your feet.” He didn’t respond immediately, like he was expecting you to say something to soften the blow that needed to be delivered. “I’m sorry, but it’s still no.”

His demeanor completely shifted, as if he was weakened by your indignance. Tired, exasperated, desperate, was only three of the many things you could feel from him.

“Just like that? You’re willing to give up on us just like that? How could you not be as affected as I am? How do you do that? Look, I’ve done everything to not surprise you with this. I waited until this week for us to talk about this, and this was the perfect week, the calm before the storm, I,” you thought he was done, but you were wrong. You were so wrong.

“I did it so that you wouldn’t be shocked when I told you the news. I could’ve accepted the offer with just one call, but I didn’t do it for you. I did everything in my power to not hurt you, but no, you just don’t care, do you?”

Then the first wave of tears came. But as steady as the tears that flowed down your cheeks, you didn’t falter. How you hated the fact that you cried when you were angry.

“How could you think that this wouldn’t hurt me?” Disbelief was an understatement. Stupefaction was more fitting.

“Do you honestly think I don’t care, Tooru? Is that how I make you feel?” No response. “Because if that’s how I make you feel, then I don’t think--”

“Don’t say it.” He finally stared at you again. “Please, don’t” God, the look on his face broke you. “Let’s just.. Let’s just take a break, okay? We’ll get back to this later, does that sound good?” You nodded softly as you stared into the distance, not realizing that the tear that fell onto your knuckle was his.

It took him wrapping you in his arms to realize that he had pulled you out of the chair and back onto your bed, the dreaded laptop discarded onto the far side of the room. He moved the both of you under the covers, letting you nestle into his chest. It didn’t matter that you soaked his shirt with tears. The only thing that did was that the two of you were going to get through this together.

Or so he lied to himself.

You woke up, still in his embrace. He was sound asleep, but the tear tracks on his face didn’t help you forget that your problem was indeed, very real and unchanging.

You’d think that not needing as much confirmation as the regular couple would be amazing, but it was far from that.

Because of it, you knew that Oikawa wouldn’t change his mind about it. You’d already given him all the reasons that you could think of, and repeating all of that wouldn’t do any good to either of you. He’d still stand by the thought that what he wanted for the both of you was best.

That would be okay. At this point, you knew each other too well. Too well that you both knew that the only way for both of you to succeed was to reach for it apart. You were pulling each other down by making mediocre choices to compromise for each other.

You loved him. You really did.

So you gently removed yourself from his embrace and packed up. You kissed his forehead, careful enough not to wake him before you left to stay at your family’s house. It didn’t matter if it hurt you more than you thought it would. It mattered that you were doing the best, for the both of you. Because you wanted to see him shine, you needed to step back.

A spotlight would be useless if everything it pointed to was already lit.

***

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