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noahmaxim · 2 years ago

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Fushiguro toji! naughty little boy

I saw a video on tiktok that at the time I thought of writing something for toji. I'm sorry but I'm a bitch for him.

If you want to reblog my writing, that would be very welcome, but please do not translate or repost on any platform without my permission!

English is not my first language, so I apologize if it's not very good.

Warnings: mention of sex, explicit sex, anal, teasing, toji being a hottie, pet nickname, cuteness at the end.

Fushiguro toji x male reader!

I recommend not reading if you don't like it.

You and toji were lying down, your right leg was on top of his left leg, your hand was resting on his firm chest and your head was resting on the older's broad shoulder. You knew that was the time when you should just sleep after the hard day on you, but having toji by your side made a flame inside you ignite.

Your hand slowly trails down his chest getting close to his beautiful and stuffed bundle but before you can reach it Toji puts his scrutinizing hand back on his chest. But toji should know you can be stubborn and pushy, you drop his hand once more feeling your boyfriend grab you.

"Don't be a brat and keep your hands still while I'm still being nice." He opens his eyes, giving you a look that said, "don't defy me," but defying him was exactly what you intended to do. As soon as he lets go of your hand and closes his eyes again, you already have your hand where you wanted and longed for it. Even though he wasn't hard yet, you could feel just by touching how big he was. You've had sex more than once but every time his size scared you like it was the first time.

"You're really being a naughty little boy, I think I've been too kind to you lately." This time he gets on top of you, pinning your wrists with one hand while he uses the other to support his own weight.

"I just miss you." He hadn't even done anything yet and his voice already sounded so pathetic and needy.

"Look at you, I haven't even touched you and you're already acting like a whore." toji's husky, low laugh brings butterflies to his stomach. He trails kisses from her jaw to her throat, not letting even a tiny piece of her skin escape. Her low moans already filled toji's ears so sweetly that he felt his cock squirm inside his boxers.

"Please toji, don't tease me like that!" Her pathetic and wobbly sweet voice was music to toji's ears, knowing that he made you so desperate without having to do practically anything made him smug and full of himself.

"Be patient, it was you who wanted this. Now I'm taking my time with you little boy." He left a kiss on her cheek soon turning his attention to her beautiful neck at his disposal. You feel him sweat the skin that connects your throat to jaw making a loud moan freely leave your lips, he knew all his pressure points, he knew exactly where to squeeze to make you go crazy.

The hand that was holding his wrists slides down his heaving chest until it reaches the hem of his shirt, toji's big hand penetrates his shirt causing shivers throughout his body, his skillful hand reaches one of his nipples trapping it between his fingers and turning it. A silent squeak leaves his lips at the sudden sensation of pain and pleasure.

"Don't get lost yet little boy." With one hand he frees himself from his shirt. Toji feels exhilarated at the sight of her bare chest exposed to him, her beautiful reddened nipples hard begging him to pay attention to them. Toji moves down to the height of her nipples, leaving a lick on one of them while his hand plays with the other, his lips wrap around your erect nipple while his fingers work deftly on your other nipple.

"T-toji I need you! I need t-you… aah" You stop mid-sentence when he suddenly pinches your nipple making you involuntarily let out a moan louder than everyone else.

"What do you need me to do little boy?" He mocks with a playful smile on his lips and staring at your lost face. His voice was low and seductive, the perfect combination to throw you off your feet. Toji brings his face close to yours gently kissing your lips, he brushes his tongue across your lips to ask for passage which you gladly give in to. His tongue dives into yours greedily exploring every corner of your mouth leaving no room for you to fight him. "Tell me and maybe I can fulfill your request." He runs his thumb over the corner of his mouth, collecting the saliva that was already trickling towards his jaw.

"I-I need you to… f-fuck me toji." You were like a cute puppy begging for its owner's attention, and that was something toji loved about you

"I think you're learning manners, but I still want to take my time with you." Toji lets out an involuntary wheel when he sees her disappointed face. "Don't worry, I still intend to fuck you until you forget those fucking bad manners you learned." The promise he whispered in his ear made his throbbing cock ache.

Toji's hand goes down to your cock squeezing it over the mesh shorts you wore and before you could control it a desperate moan escaped your lips, and your hips rose in search of more friction and attention. Toji trails kisses down your chest and stomach until he reaches the waistband of your shorts, and slowly he pulls them down along with your underwear when he finally frees you from the fabric that restricts you a shiver runs through your entire body with the cold air that from suddenly touched its length.

"Were you ever this hard? You really are such a dirty fucking whore." His hand wrapped around your cock moving it lightly up and down at a torturous pace, you move your hips in search of more friction but toji holds you against the bed preventing you from moving them.

"P-please toj-ji, I can't wait any longer!" Tears already wanted to leave her eyes and run freely down her cheeks because of her lover's teasing.

"Are you finally remembering your manners?" He laughs, speeding up the movements of his hand leaving his vision blurring and his breathing choppy and faltering. "I'll give you what you want since you're being so polite." Toji's lips wrap around the mushroom head of his cock, his moans become louder and his body shakes. You lift your head which was previously thrown back and you have the best view anyone could have, toji between your legs looking at you with puffy cheeks from having your whole cock in her mouth. His eyes were watering from how deep he was tucking you into his throat, the feel of toji's warm throat was the best thing you've ever felt in your entire life.

"Oh my god toji, I'm coming!" His hands grip toji's hair forcing him to keep his cock nestled deep in his throat as his vision darkens, his body shakes and the knot in his stomach tightens. Your breath catches as you descend from your peak and you let toji and go. You hear him cough and you bring your worried gaze to him, even though you know he doesn't need to.

"Don't look at me like that, you should be more concerned about yourself." He runs his tongue over the scar that runs along his upper lip as he looks at you like a predator ready to devour his prey. toji's fingers find your puckered hole rubbing it gently before inserting a finger making you gasp at the sensation. At first he moves his finger slowly before increasing speed and adding another finger, Toji increases the speed. The thrust of his fingers left your mind blank with the pleasure he was giving you with just his fingers.

"I need your father inside me!" His request had toji's cock tightening in anticipation, he was grinding his hips against the mattress in search of some relief from the throbbing pain in his cock.

"I need to prepare you to welcome me little boy." He licks his tight hole as he continues to fuck him with his long, slender fingers.

"I'm fine, I'm ready." Tears were now running down his face and drool was running down the corner of his lips.

"So impatient." Toji stands up, fitting his lips to his, he pulls away from you just so he could get rid of the sweatpants and underwear that trapped him and as soon as he freed himself I turn my attention to his lips. You feel toji's head touch his hole and be inserted slowly. Toji had a large circumference and even with preparation it hurt, but you could handle it since you knew that when it passed you would reach paradise." Hold on a little longer, little boy, I'm already halfway through." .toji's voice was soft as he kissed his face and stroked his hair. The deeper he went the more painful it was. "That's it, it's over. You're so good to me." He hums leaving kisses all over his face. He waits a few minutes for you to adjust until you kndiga everything is fine.

"You j-already can move!" He kisses her forehead moving again. His vision blurs and his mind goes blank as the pleasure of having Toji moving inside you invades his entire body. He had made you as stupid as he said he would, you couldn't do anything but cry and beg him to fuck you harder.

Toji was going so fast that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall and you felt like at any moment it could break, but at the moment all you cared about was how well Toji was fucking you and nothing else in the world mattered.

"Where's all that bratty attitude of yours now?" You tried to answer, but your mind couldn't formulate words that made sense to reply. "Now you are so pathetic." Your moans turned into desperate screams with the pleasure you felt. Toji hit the right spot over and over again, it was like you could feel it in your stomach." Looks at his belly!" He odders and you force yourself to look, there's a bulge in your belly every time he hits you." That's how deep I am in you." He whispered in your ear as he placed his hand over your stomach and pressed. You already felt your peak coming again, your body was already shaking.

"T-toji I'm l-coming!" You scream feeling your body get heavy and your legs shake.

"Come to me little boy!" That wasn't a request but an order that you were happy to obey. A sharp sound rose to your ears and your body became lighter as if you were floating. You felt toji's hot cum strings paint your walls white as he let out a soft moan in your ear. His body fell on top of you as you both caught your breath.

"Oh my god that was amazing!" You rin wiping the bead of sweat that ran down your forehead.

"Yes, it was. Now we're going to clean you up." Toji gets up removing his member from inside you and you squeeze around nothing with the feeling of emptiness that remains. He picks you up and walks you to the bathroom.

"Toji." You call and he mumbles a little: "hmm". "I love you!" You kiss him, but this time in a calm, passionate kiss.

"I know." He responds by shrugging as you pull apart. You pat his chest as he laughs. "I love you too." He whispers in your ear leaving you satisfied.

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magicalbuttertarts · 25 days ago

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Could you do C9 with Nick Jackson and female reader?

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Nick Jackson x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Porn watching. Cockwarming.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 470

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C9: Watching porn & making fun of the scene

"You can not be serious?" Nick asked me as it got to my favourite scene.

"Yes, I am serious. Now will you please watch the movie." I said with a straight face, even though I wanted to burst out laughing when I saw his face when I called it a "movie."

"You watch this crap when I am gone?" Out of the corner of my eye I could see him look between me and the TV.

"It's only when I'm desperate and needed to hear sounds other than me."

He took my phone and hit pause, and I was about to complain when he spoke.

"If I am going to be watching porn with you, I need to be at least in you. Come here." Nick said as he pulled his cock out of his pajama pants and jerked himself off.

My mouth seemed to water at the sight of him doing that as my pussy clenched around nothing.

I got up, and with his help I sunk down onto his cock, until I was sitting in his lap.

The tip of his cock just nudging my cervix, making me whimper.

"That's better. Now sit here, and let's watch your favourite scene." He said, with what I can only imagine is a smug look on his face.

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He didn't say a word as we both watched the scene unfold.

Two people were on the screen, and she was riding him, reverse cowgirl. Their groans were getting louder and louder, which made me grind my hips in Nick's lap, forcing a grunt from his lips.

"You know this is all fake right?" He said to me, which seemed to ruin the moment only slightly, until he thrust up into me.

"I know, just fuck Nick, it is only when I am desperate." I mewled.

"This 'porn star,' his dick isn't even as big as mine, and he is the one faking it out of the two. I bet you they don't even show his cum leaking out of her pussy do they?" He said with a laugh.

I shook my a head no.

"Besises, I would rather be watching us, yeah. Why don't we make a few videos so that way we both will have something to watch when I am gone." Nick said as he started to kiss my neck, making me shiver.

"Yes." I sighed, tilting my head for him to have better access to my neck.

"Mmmm this will be a first one. We'll use the security cameras." He said as he turned off the porn, then standing quickly and putting over the side of the couch, his cock still lodged in me.

"Be as loud as you want baby." Nick said as he pulled out, and then slamming back into my pussy, forcing a yell from me.

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drunkenbagel · 2 years ago

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Enchanted to meet you- Part 1 (repost)

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Spanish f!reader Contents: slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, reader is in her mid-late 20s, sometimes a little strong language, not that many yet. Word count: 1,8k A/N: reposting because apparently I messed with something on my acc and it got deleted :') Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

In days like this, moving to New York seemed like the wrong idea. You were late to one of your deadlines, your boss just yelled at you, you were missing your family an awful lot, and everything seemed like it was against you. That's why you were on your way to the small cafeteria you went regularly. The café/bar almost felt like one of those you had back home, and it made you feel at ease when you felt like everything was falling out of your reach. Walking in, you saw a few people seated on the chairs, and you smiled as you made your way into the counter to the lovely old Spanish man that had become your friend.

“Hola Ernesto. ¿Cómo estás hoy?” you asked him. (Hello Ernesto. How are you today?)

“¡y/n, querida! Bien, ahora que te he visto” he smiled sweetly. “¿Estas bien? Se te ve cansada, cielo” (y/n, dear! Good, now that I've seen you. / Are you alright? You look tired, darling.)

You sighed.

“I'm good. Tired. That's why I came here. You know your café con leche always cheers me up. The best in all the city” you said, taking your jacket off and leaving it one of the tables beside the counter.

„Ah, eres la única que lo aprecia. The others just like the café solo or black coffee, anyways” he chuckled, and started preparing one right away. (Ah, you're the only one that appreciates it.)

The two of you made small talk until another customer came in, and you sat at your usual table. You took out your laptop and started working on that damned deadline you had. After a while, you had finished the work you were behind, and after stretching yourself on the chair, you took the last sip of your coffee.

“Anita! Hola, querida” you heard Ernesto say. You turned around, curious, and you met with a woman that often visited the shop. (Anita! Hello, dear. btw, -ita/-ito is used as a diminutive, in names often lovingly.)

“¡Hola Ernesto! Lo de siempre, para llevar, por favor. And a croissant” she said, smiling. Then when she turned around to reach her purse, she saw you. “Hey, y/n! Long time no see” (Hello Ernesto! The usual, to take away, please)

After paying, she sat next to you on the table while she waited for her order. You knew Ana from a while back, since you first met in Ernesto's shop. It was quite a spot for Hispanic people, honestly, since a lot of them longed for a piece of familiarity in this big city. You two made small talk about your lives, and then Ernesto called her name.

“Well, it's always nice seeing you, y/n, we really have to go out like old times. I miss getting drunk with you!” she laughed.

“I could really use a little fun, honestly. So I might take up on your offer, Ana” you smiled.

“Well, I might be going out this weekend, if I don't end up dead because of workload. I'll text you!” she said while taking her order and heading out. “Bye, cielo. Hasta luego, Ernesto!” (See you later, Ernesto!)

The old man waved her goodbye, and you stood up to take another coffee. Then you sat back and scrolled a little through TikTok. The page was flooding with new Pedro Pascal edits, and you welcomed each and every one of them. How can a man be so fine without even trying?

You heard another person entering the shop, but kept your eyes on yet another video of your 'for you' page.

“Ah, Pedrito! Cuanto tiempo sin verte, mijo” you heard Ernesto say cheerfully. (Ah, Pedrito! It has been a while without seeing you, son.)

You snorted, a bit too loud, and without looking into their direction, you quietly apologized.

“Igualmente, ya sabes que me gusta pasarme a verte cuando estoy en la ciudad” you heard the man say. Funny, because you came a lot, and his voice sounded familiar, but not from hearing it around here. (Same, you know I like to come around and see you when I'm in the city.)

“¿Te pongo lo de siempre?” Ernesto asked. (Do I get you the usual?)

“Sí, por favor. Si tienes, ese café colombiano tan rico” the other man answered, and you almost felt him smile. Oh, that coffee was good. He had a good taste. (Yes, please. If you have some, that tasty Colombian coffee.)

You didn't hear their small talk, but your attention chimed in again when Ernesto talked.

“Aquí tienes, Pedrito. Si quieres algo más ya sabes donde encontrarme.” (Here you go, Pedrito. If you want anything else, you know where to find me.)

“Grac-”

You unconciously snorted again when hearing the nickname, and you felt their eyes on you again.

“Do I know you?”

“No, sorry, I just know someone called like that. I'm really sorry. Promise I'm not laughing at you” you said, again not tearing your eyes from the screen. Funny enough, another Pedro Pascal edit popped up in your phone. You smiled to yourself. After a bit, you saw someone approaching you sideways.

“Can I sit here?”

You stopped the video and looked up to answer.

“Yeah su-”

Your eyes met another coffee coloured ones, and your mouth stopped mid sentence. You blinked. Wait... What? This can't be happening. You frowned and looked down at the paused video on your screen. Then again at his face. The same face.

“Uh...”

“Can I still sit? If you don't mind. I'm a little tired”

“Ye-yeah. Sure” you made a little space on the table by scooting your things to you, still a little dumbfounded.

You watched him as he sat down, took his jacket and scarf off, and put his hands around the cup to warm them. You were at loss of words. Was this a joke? Were you hallucinating from a coffee overdose? Where you the only one seeing Pedro motherfucking Pascal sat in front of you? Your eyes scanned the shop, no one turned around to watch your table or made any move to come to you. You moved your eyes back to him, and he was already looking at you.

“You alright?“

“Yeah”

“I'm guessing you finally recognized me” he said, a small side smirk creeping on his lips.

“Yeah”

“And you're fine?”

“Yeah”

“Do you know more words than that?”

“Yeah” you answered without thinking. He laughed at that. “Wait- I mean-”

“‘S alright. I can leave if I'm making you uncomfortable or something.”

“I should be the one telling you that” you huffed, now smiling a bit.

“Ah, so the lady knows how to speak properly” he said mockingly.

“Oye! You're making it a little hard for me. Just let me process it. I'm having kind of a weird moment now.”

He chuckled, and took a sip of his coffee. You two sat there for a couple minutes, just sipping your coffees and occasionally glancing at each other.

“Are you freaking out?”

“Surprisingly? Not much. I thought it would be different. That you would be different.”

He gasped dramatically, taking a hand to his chest. “Ouch. That offends me. Am I not enough for you?”

“What? I didn't say that! Just- If I ever met you, I thought I would feel different. More excited, I guess? I don't know. Maybe it's just the stress knocking me out.”

“Oof. Know that one. I have just returned from filming, and I finally have some free time in my hands. I'm guessing you know what I do for a living, so... What do you do?”

“I work in an editorial. I'm kind of a translator. And everyone's recadera, honestly” you scoffed. (Gofer? aka basically the person that runs around doing what everyone wants or needs, I think lol)

You both sat there for hours, just talking to each other and enjoying your company. That was until Ernesto came up to you.

“Hey, I don't want to interrupt, parejita, but I already closed for the day. If you don't mind closing up the doors, y/n, you can stay here if you'd like” he said.

You both then looked around and realized that he had, in fact, closed everything and you two were the only ones left.

“You should have said something! No te preocupes, yo cierro. Go rest, I'll see you next day” you said almost lovingly scolding him. When he left, you sighed. “I swear this man reminds me of my grandpa. He goes every day to la huerta. And he's in his 90s!” (Don't worry, I'll close up)

“Damn, that abuelo of yours sounds like he's made of steel” he said chuckling.

“If only you knew” you said, laughing back.

The two of you started picking up your things and putting your jackets and scarfs. Ugh, sometimes you hated New York's cold. When you got out of the shop, you took out your keys and closed the cristal door, and then the blinds. When you turned to Pedro, he was looking at you funny.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking of how a young girl has an old man's keys to his establishment” he said, and you rolled your eyes at the comment.

“I've know Ernesto for years, and sometimes I've helped him with the shop. He's like my grandpa, you idiot! I like older men, but it's not that bad” you laughed, but froze while putting your keys into your bag. You did not just say that to him. Your eyes widened and you felt the heat in your cheeks. “I didn't-”

He was looking at you with a raised brow, smiling. “So you think I'm old, huh?”

“So you think I like you?” you answered him without thinking.

He raised both of his brows, and then laughed. “Fair enough.”

You both stood there, looking at each other, not knowing what to say. You wanted to tell him that you wanted to see him again, but without seeming like a stalker. You genuinely had a good time with him.

“So... I guess this is goodbye. It was nice meeting you, Pedro” you said with a small smile. “I'd say see you around, but New York is big, and I don't think you'd had that good of a time.”

“I actually like to come to Ernesto's a bit often when I'm here, so maybe I will. I mean, if that's okay with you. I wouldn't want to disturb or anything” he said, and you almost forgot he was international celebrity. He stood there, looking like a big cuddly thing with his scarf and beanie, with his hand on his pockets and his adorable little smile.

“Why would you? He seems to like you, and any sale is good for the business anyway” you told him.

“Then I'll come back. Maybe see you around. I had fun today, thanks for the chatting and all.”

Oh god, why was he so adorable? You wanted to squish his face into your hands.

“Yeah... That would be great. See you, Pedro.”

“See ya’, kid.”

With a small wave, he turned around, and you watched him leave. You then started walking your way into your apartment, still not knowing how to process what just happened. You took out your phone and opened your sister's chat.

“Nora, you won't believe what the fuck just happened.”

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abimess · 2 years ago

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Earth-838

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The one where you come home to your family being attacked by your wife's variant.

Word count: 2616 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: hurt/comfort, violence, make out (suggestive)

Rewatching MoM gave me the energy I needed to finish this idea I had a while ago so here it is! Hope you guys like it

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A few days ago the Illuminati Council had sent you and Thor to monitor illegal activities on a planet in a nearby galaxy. The trip was short and the work easy, but being away from your family for two days seemed like the hardest activity you had ever had to do.

You made video calls with Billy and Tommy whenever you could, laughing at their excited holograms when they saw the weird things and aliens around you. You promised to bring them with you one day as they asked, but your wife didn't like the idea one bit.

After the war against the Mad Titan, you and Wanda decided it was time to stop your superhero lives and focus on your family. And that worked well for you, but only for the first five years of it.

You missed the action, and as much as you loved your family immensely, you felt that you were not being as useful as you would like to be. Wanda, knowing you better than anyone else and knowing what was going on in your mind before you even had to tell her, supported you in your decision to return to action.

But you were only involved in simple, low-risk missions. After all, you had a family to take care of and to return to. The Illuminati saw no problem with your decision, glad that you had decided to return.

As soon as the mission is over, you return to your house, taking care not to drive above the speed limit to try to get home early. You don't tell your family that you are coming back, wanting to surprise them.

You stop the car in the garage and walk toward the door with a smile, just the thought of seeing the three people you love most filling your being entirely.

But the next step you take, screams are heard from inside the house, and your peaceful countenance is immediately transformed into alarm. When you see the commotion inside through the living room window, you rush out.

The noises are even louder inside the house, and when you see your frightened children clutching the banister of the staircase and your wounded wife on the dining room floor, your eyes shine silver.

"Stay away from my family!" You warn dangerously through clenched teeth, your magic dancing angrily around your fists as you turn your gaze to the intruder. When your eyes rest on her, however, it falters. "What..."

"Y/n?" The woman before your eyes looks and sounds like your wife, only the color of her hair and the clothes she wears distinguishing them. But she is not your wife, because your wife is getting up right behind you, and you find yourself frozen in place with shock.

"You're alive..." The variant says, her voice charged with emotion as thick tears stream down her face. You frown in confusion, your chest tightening with the need to reach out to her. But you don't.

The intruder keeps her eyes fixed on your figure for another minute before looking at your children, who run toward you and Wanda in desperation, hugging your legs tightly for protection. With a loud sob, the woman falls to her knees on the floor, crying even harder than before.

"Wands-" You start as you see your wife walk past you toward her variant, but the brunette shushes you off with a squeeze on your hand, a reassuring smile on her lips. When you fall silent, she continues on her course.

You watch with apprehension as your wife approaches the fallen Wanda slowly, bringing her hand to the other's cheek. The variant opens her eyes with confusion, looking at your Wanda with questioning eyes.

"Know that they'll be loved." Your wife whispers softly, and you are too far away to hear the other's breath hitching. The next moment the blue portal behind her, which you have only just noticed, projects forward, engulfing the redhead in its light. When the rift closes, everything returns to silence.

It takes less than a second for you to return to your senses, and you hug your children tightly, looking at them with concern. "Are you guys okay?" You ask, caressing their faces for any injuries. When they both nod in confirmation, you look at Wanda, who is walking back to you.

"What about you? Are you okay? What happened to your face?" You shoot up worriedly, taking her face between your hands the instant she is close enough to do so, and the brunette smiles lovingly, her hands on your waist reassuringly.

"I'm fine, my love." She assures, pecking your lips gently, and you nod, enveloping your family in a tight embrace. The three of you reciprocate in the same instant, and you spend long minutes standing there in silence.

"I think it's best if we all go to sleep." Wanda finally suggests, and the boys exchange frightened glances before looking at her pleadingly. "Can we sleep with you tonight, Mom?"

"Of course, darlings." The brunette assures sweetly, letting go of you to cup their cheeks, and the two boys smile in appreciation before hugging you again, making you smile. "Let's go upstairs."

Billy and Tommy don't let go of you at any point until you reach the bed, and you give up on the idea of changing clothes before lying down with your kids on the mattress. Wanda, who was also being dragged by the boys, lies down next to you.

The children take up the space on the mattress between you and Wanda in an attempt to feel protected from the fears unleashed by the night's events. The twins still take a long time to fall asleep, but you and the brunette keep hugging them and playing with their hair until they do.

When the room is finally filled with the sound of your sleeping children's heavy breaths, Wanda gives you a sweet goodnight smile before closing her eyes herself. You, on the other hand, can barely blink with the events of the night overwhelming your mind like a tsunami.

"Your thoughts are too loud." The brunette comments in a whisper after some minutes and you startle, not even having realized that she had opened her eyes again. The next instant, you smile amusedly before asking, "Are you reading my thoughts, dear?"

"Without your permission, never." Your wife responds sweetly to your teasing, and you let your playful smile break into one of adoration. But Wanda can see behind your countenance the restlessness of your mind, so she asks, "Do you want to talk?"

A deep breath leaves your lungs as you think, pondering the answer to that question. The brunette watches you patiently, her loving gaze letting you know that she will respect whatever your answer is, and you smile before giving it to her. "Let's go downstairs."

It's not hard to get up without waking Billy and Tommy, but still, you and Wanda take all the care in the world to make as little noise as possible. When you are standing, the brunette entwines her fingers in yours before leading you out of the room.

You let your wife guide you downstairs in silence, and as the destroyed living room begins to appear in your field of vision, you feel your heart squeeze inside your chest. As soon as you reach the end of the stairs, Wanda looks at you with a soft smile, but you don't respond as you bring your eyes to just above hers.

"We didn't clean your cut before we went to bed." You comment as you take your fingers to gently caress the healthy skin around the wound, the dried blood reaching up to the height of the space between the brunette's eyebrows.

Dropping your hand to the side of her face, you leave a brief caress on her cheek before turning away, and Wanda doesn't need to ask to know that you are going to the kitchen to get the first aid kit.

When you return to the living room with the white box in hand, you see the red energy fillets hovering around the room, leaving your wife's fingers and rearranging the messy, destroyed room. You smile teasingly, "I thought using magic to fix things in the house was against the rules."

"You can pretend you didn't see it the same way I pretend I believe you fixed the refrigerator with the tools in the garage." Your wife strikes back at the same instant, turning to you with a defiant smile when everything is back in place, and you let out a laugh. "Come."

The next moment you are guiding Wanda to the living room couch, sitting down next to her and examining the wound on her forehead. The brunette watches with a loving smile as you take the necessary items from within the kit, turning to her with concern evident in every one of your features.

The minutes tick by as you cautiously tend to the brunette's wound. The cut is shallow, but Wanda barely feels your touch on the spot. And though she knows you were doing far more than necessary for a wound of that length, she doesn't stop you from continuing.

"You're running away from the conversation." The brunette comments, studying your expression changing to an amused one as you retort, "I'm taking care of your beautiful face, actually." Wanda smiles at the jest, but she didn't miss the way you swallowed dryly.

"Y/n." She decides to insist, calling your name tenderly, and you sigh heavily, returning the supplies back to the first aid kit after you finish bandaging. You rest the box on the coffee table slowly, and Wanda waits patiently for you to be ready to talk.

"I couldn't protect you." You begin with your eyes fixed on the ground, your voice so low that the brunette has to strain a little to be able to hear what you are saying. "I... I wouldn't be able to protect you." You explain, looking at her again with a pained look of guilt.

"You wouldn't be able to hurt her." Wanda says, translating your thoughts as a loving, empathetic smile frames her lips. "How would you? She's me." She adds with understanding, but you shake your head vigorously. "She's not. You are you. She's someone else."

"That's not what you thought when you saw her." Your wife retorts, but nothing in her posture shows accusation. Still, you feel the need to look away in shame. "She's a version of me, I understand. I couldn't hurt a variant of you."

"If she had done something to any of you...and I wasn't able to stop her..." You start with tears in your eyes, but choke on a sob before you can finish your sentence, and Wanda's countenance contorts in sorrow at seeing you like that.

"Stop, Y/n, stop." The brunette asks firmly, rising from the couch only to straddle your lap, each leg on one side of your thighs as her hands cup your cheeks and make you look at her.

You keep your eyes closed for a moment, trying to control your tears as a sigh leaves your lips. But you allow your wife's gentle touch and the pressure of her body against yours to comfort you, and soon you open them again.

"Don't do this to yourself. Everyone has their weak points." Wanda urges sweetly, a small gentle smile on her lips as her eyes shift between yours. You sigh heavily, distractedly bringing your hands to her waist. "But I can't let my weaknesses keep me from protecting you."

"You put too much on yourself." The brunette says in a light tone of humor, and you let out a small laugh at the phrase your wife has said to you at least a million times now. The sound makes Wanda smile proudly at her attempt to make you feel better. "Come here."

It is she who leans forward instead, and you sigh against her lips as you kiss her back, circling your arms around her to hold her even closer to your body. Your body relaxes with each movement of her soft mouth against yours, surprising you with how much you've missed her in just two days.

"I love you." Wanda sighs against your lips as the kiss ends, sweetly stroking the hair at the nape of your neck, and you smile with your eyes closed, enjoying her touch as you say, "I love you so much, my darling."

"Why don't you show me how much?" The request makes you open your eyes again, your stomach sinking inside your body as the brunette bites her bottom lip before adding, "If that's something you want too, of course."

You know that Wanda just wants to make you feel better, make you forget about the events of the night and all the negative thoughts that make your chest heavy. At the same time, however, she doesn't want to do this in any way that you don't think is best. And these are all just a few of the infinite reasons why you love her so much.

"And at some point I don't want to satisfy my wife?" Is your reply as you squeeze her hips tighter, pulling her against you, and the brunette's brief contented giggle is what you get in response before she leans in once more.

The kiss is now more intense than before, your tongues together making you both sigh against each other's mouths. You feel Wanda holding her breath as your fingers venture under her blouse, her hands squeezing your shoulders.

And then childish voices from upstairs call to you both in sleepy tones, and you and Wanda pull away, your foreheads resting against each other as you share giggles.

"And the moment is broken." You complain against your wife's lips, who smiles amusedly, pulling her face away so she can get a better look at you. "There's always going to be the next moment. And all the others after it."

From her tone and the loving look in her eyes, you know that that assurance is for far more than just that moment. It's an assurance that she would be here, that you and Billy and Tommy would be here. That there is nothing to be afraid of.

You smile in gratitude, deciding to believe her words if only to find your peace in that instant. But before you can offer her a verbal response, your children's calls become louder, and you sigh. "We're coming!"

Wanda smiles at you as she gets off your lap, and you decide not to complain about missing the warmth of her body against yours as you rise from the couch. But of course she can see it on your face, so she bites her bottom lip before kissing you again, and you have to resist all your instincts not to pull her back onto the couch.

When the kiss is over, the brunette entwines her fingers in yours to pull you to the stairs. You follow her obediently, only releasing her hand when you are both back in the bedroom and lie down on the bed to hug Billy and Tommy, who have crying expressions that hint at a possible nightmare.

To distract them, you and Wanda tell stories about missions you went on years ago, exaggerating some details to entertain them enough to make them forget their fears.

When the kids finally fall asleep, you and your wife exchange whispers of goodnight, the brunette smiling lovingly at you before closing her eyes against the pillow. You close yours as well and, this time, you fall asleep.

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sugalaritae · 3 years ago

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Summary: You don't normally go to parties, preferring to stay in and keep to yourself. But when your self appointed "work husband", Kim Seokjin, invites you to a party at his house filled with his friends, you decide that a night out sounds better than a night in. Jin's friends are a perfect puzzle missing only one piece - you.

pairing: dancer/choreographer!Jung Hoseok x female reader (this chapter is heavy OT7 friendship)

genre: fluff, angst, smut in later chapters

au: friends to lovers, the slowest of burns

word count: 9.4k

warnings: insecurities and alcohol

rating: 18+

author's note: this was supposed to be a oneshot for Hobi's birthday but I got seriously delayed and it has turned into a story with three parts (+ epilogue)!! This chapter is an ode to the beautiful 7 and their friendship. Thank you to@vyduan and@magicshopaholic for reading this over and giving me notes!! thank you to the wonderful@missgeniality for making the banners, listening and encouraging me since I first dropped this idea in front of her 3 months ago.

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The party is loud around you. It's overwhelming to be in a room filled with people having conversations when you are the only one who isn't saying a word. Your ears fill with the laughter of a person with long brown hair with pink streaks; their laugh is infectious, and your muscles react to the joy that they are experiencing. You watch as they touch the arm of the person they're talking to. You watch as this second person seems to glisten with a new kind of energy, a flame starting at the point of touch.

A group of three catch your attention as they all clink their glasses together, the sound ricocheting through the room. The one with curly dark brown hair grins one of the widest smiles that you have ever seen as he slaps the back of the one with tattoos decorating the smooth skin of his arm. You watch as the tattooed one's nose pulls up in a scrunch as he matches the wide boxy smile of his friend. You wonder what he could have done to elicit such a reaction. You think of all the possibilities: new job, bought something that he has always wanted to buy and never had the courage to, cracked a joke that made the other two laugh and beam with pride. Your mind has always liked thinking about these things, the details of the stranger's lives around you, big or small. It doesn't matter if you're on the street, watching people pass you as you wait for your bus or if you're at a party that you had no intention of attending.

The group of three are joined by a fourth. His clothes scream that he is comfortable with himself, but it's his actions that scream confidence. He moves to the music that you haven't been able to hear over the static of the conversations, but which must be incredibly loud to him because as you concentrate on his movements and try hard to listen to the music, he hits each beat. You watch as he touches his shoulders, crossing his arms and then uncrossing them and shaking his hips? No, the action is deceiving; while it looks like it's coming from his hips, it's his shoulders. A comment from a youtube video suddenly pops into your head - "always watch the shoulders, if they're a dancer, the shoulders are involved." You wonder if he's a dancer or if he's just aware of his body. You haven't seen anyone move like that in a very long time. The only time you can recall seeing someone be so in control of their body was in a yoga class when you watched a person in the corner of the room slowly lower themselves muscle group by muscle group as if they were a marionette with strings being pulled by an invisible force. You couldn't believe that any human could be that in control of their own body, yet here you are witnessing it again. Each movement he makes to the music is precise, punctuated, and you wonder what he must be able to do if given a full dance studio if this is what he can do in a crowded living room. The tattooed one imitates the dance move, but something seems different… off, for he doesn't have the precise control that the other does but he's still talented - that is obvious to you. You watch the two of them together until everything seems to blur except for him. Your gaze moves to his forearms, the line of a muscle you are sure you do not have, and slowly your gaze drifts over the baggy shirt he's wearing to his neck. Suddenly you wonder if you've been really looking at the people you watch. All the people you've seen have the same muscles and organs as he does, but there is something so captivating about the way that he is using his that you can’t tear your eyes away from him. "Y/N!" Your name is shouted through the hum of busyness and several people look up from their groups and conversations in the direction of the person who has called you. "Y/N!" The voice yells again and this time you look up, and a bolt of surprise courses through your spine and pulls your head up. "You came!" Jin grins and crosses the space between the doorway to where you are sitting. "You invited me," you retort as you stand up and give him a one-armed hug, and he gives you a look. "I wasn't expecting to see you because... well, you're you," he trails off and the look intensifies. You can't help but laugh. "I know, I don't usually come to these things but what else was I going to do? Watch reruns all night long?" This makes him laugh and he nods because that is what you would normally be doing on a Friday night. You would be cozy in your new (incredibly soft) sweatpants that you bought as a treat for yourself, your newest hobby that is more like a hyperfixation that you wish was a hobby, and reruns of the show that you have watched more times than you would like to admit to any living person. Jin knows all this because, while you haven't worked together long, the connection was instant and in just four months, he knows more about you than most people. "Come on!" He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you through the crowded room. "Do you know all of these people?" You ask because you would not have suspected that he would have known this number of people. You are sure that you haven't even met that many people in your adult life. "Sort of, most of them are friends of friends," he shrugs like it's no big deal to have strangers in his home. You wish that you were that calm with being around so many people. Sure, you were enjoying watching the people, but you wouldn't be that calm if you were hosting a party. He must notice the look on your face because he chuckles and nods. "I'll introduce you to my friends later but

right now we need to get a drink, or two, in you so that you can relax just a little bit."

You take a sip of the bright orange cocktail, the bitterness hitting your tongue in a pleasant sip. There is a different sound as the reusable fruit ice cubes hit the sides of the cup. You didn't ask because like so many things in the home, they scream Jin. He had a sense of self that you admire, even envy. In the short amount of time that you have known him, you have watched him just as you watched other people, and he had his moments of insecurities, asking the people he was comfortable with whether something looked good; but those moments were rare, and he knew who he was more than you knew who you were. "Have they gotten warm yet?" A voice breaks your concentration on the plastic ice cubes and you look up in the direction of the door. "What?" "The ice cubes. Sure, they don't water down your drink, but they get weirdly warm and then they just sink. It freaks me out," the guy you had watched dance for his friends was speaking to you and you look at him and then back at the plastic cubes. You laugh a short little laugh. "We got into an argument about it once. He argued they're better for the environment," you say with a smile playing on your face, which grows as he laughs that tremendously fantastic laugh you heard earlier in the living room. He nods, stepping into the kitchen and standing across from you. The control you watched him have earlier is present with each step he takes now and how he leans against the counter. He looks so effortlessly cool that you are sure you are the exact opposite; you've seen candid pictures of yourself and they never show how confident you feel. In fact they often bring you down; but now is not the time to think of how you look. "Jung Hoseok," he introduces himself and moves one foot out to extend his hand to you and you take it with a smile as you give your name back. "How do you know Jin?" he asks before he takes a sip of his drink. "We work together," you answer and follow suit, the little plastic shapes hitting the sides of the cup with little plick plick sounds. "Oh! You're that Y/N!" His enthusiasm catches you off guard and your eyes must show it as he throws a hand in front of his mouth and laughs a short and clipped version of the louder laugh that you heard earlier. "Do you talk about me outside of work?" you ask Jin as he walks in the room suddenly, thrown off guard by the question, but quickly masking it (much better than you do) and answering with a simple nod. "He speaks very highly of you," Hoseok says with a smile before he takes another sip of his drink, and you wonder how he can manage to look so incredibly cool just by doing a simple action everyone on the planet does. You watch Jin with a bright smile plastered on your face, his eyes shut, and he shakes his head with an equally as bright and ever-so-slightly embarrassed smile. "Hoba!" Jin pushes out and you watch the other man grin, and you want to swim in the happiness that he seems to be exuding. It's intoxicating standing here in the small kitchen with the two of them. "Well, now I need to know what you're saying about me." Your eyes are wide as you look between the two of them and Jin shakes his head and answers, "The usual things that people say about their co-workers." You look over at Hoseok and he shakes his head which makes the two of you smile and you are stunned at how quickly there is a familiarity between the two of you. These kinds of connections don't happen very often, or perhaps you don't let them happen, but it ignites a little spark in your chest, and you want to follow it through until it goes out. "I don't like this." Jin looks between the two of you and if you were looking at him you would notice the small little glint in his eye and the way a corner of his mouth tugs upward as he catches the energy between you and Hoseok, but you don't, too caught up in the way that Hoseok is joking with you without using any words. "What?" Hoseok looks up at his friend and his face relaxes into a wonderful smile that is decorated with humor. You take a sip of the drink and let your gaze

fall from watching the two. You feel silly and giddy, two things that would normally make you feel embarrassed, and perhaps you would have been if you had caught Jin watching the two of you, but right now at this moment nothing but happiness clouds your brain. You're happy that you came to this party, and you don't want to get your hopes up but perhaps a love story happening to you is better than watching one unfold on a television screen. "Seokjin! Seokjin! Jin and juice!" A voice chants and your gaze snaps upward at the men who take up the doorway. Two of the three men you had watched earlier in the living room are leaning into the kitchen. The curly haired one has his arm draped over the shoulder of the one with the tattoos. The two look at you and then turn to the other two men. "We need something to drink, we're all out. Make us some?" The curly haired one asks Jin who gives him a glare that lasts only a few seconds. "Only if you continue that chant while I make it," Jin says and four of the widest smiles you've ever seen explode on the faces of the men. The chant starts slow as the two in the doorway lean in, their hands balled into fists as they pump their arms up and down cheering on their friend who has turned and started to make them cocktails. You can tell that your friend is enjoying the attention even with his back turned as his head bobs in rhythm to their chant. Even Hoseok has joined in and is now standing further away from you to make more room for Jin to make the drinks. It's a scene that feels intimate, like you shouldn't be watching this kind of happiness and connection. You're curious how they all know each other and how they met. How long did it take for them to get this comfortable with each other? To know the way that they can make each other laugh like this. Another figure in the doorway is caught in your peripheral vision and you turn to look at him. He's leaning casually against the frame, an amused and gummy smile accompanying a gaze that shows such an incredible amount of love that you feel like you shouldn't be seeing it. Almost like a gaze you can catch lovers’ exchange. He catches you looking at him and turns to you, his smile shrinks just a little and his gaze travels up and down your body, an action that makes your cheeks burn. You drop your gaze back to your drink while his lingers on you for a moment before he goes back to watching his friends. "Yoongi, want a drink?" The curly haired one breaks the chanting and nods over to the man in the doorway, who nods. "One for Yoongi!" The tattooed one calls and then there is a long-prolonged silence before they all burst into a fit of laughter. Hoseok's laughter carries and rests atop the cloud of sound and pulls you back to him. You watch as he collapses on the one with tattoos and the two of them share a look that again makes you feel like a voyeur. You wonder how Jin feels and how he is so incredibly calm as his two worlds collide. You once hosted your birthday party with all your friend groups coming together and the pressure to not let anyone go ignored was too much for you and you felt more tense than relaxed the whole evening. Though, he must be okay with it because he's also fine with his house being full of friends and friends-of-friends. The show ends, and you watch everyone drink as they let their conversation pause and look at you. "This is Y/N." Jin finally introduces you and you look around the room with a soft and shy smile. "Work Y/N!" The tattooed one says with a very wide smile, and he stuns you a little with how beautiful and youthful he is. "Jeon Jungkook," he says happily as he holds out his hand and you shake it. Your gaze falls to his shoulder as the curly haired one rests his hand there. "Kim Taehyung," he says with a little head nod and holds out his hand for you. He must moisturize because his hands are the softest. His long fingers touch your wrists, and you wonder if he can feel how nervous you are to be meeting so many new people. "Min Yoongi," the next one, the one from the doorway says with a sly

smile and you must swallow to regain your composure as you take his hand. Introductions are always awkward, and you feel strange standing there as they all stand around you. They're the ones comfortable with each other and you're the outsider and yet you want in. You want to get to know more. "How do you all know each other?" You let yourself give into your curiosity just a little. Jin smiles and looks like he's contemplating letting you into his life this much. He knows intimate parts of your life, things you haven't really told anyone else because from the moment the two of you met there was a sense that you had always known each other. He's told you the good and the bad in his own life but for some reason it looks like he's not ready to share a little hidden secret about himself. "I met these two in Hobi's dance class and Yoongi and I used to be roommates." Jin explains and your eyes go wide. "You dance?" You ask. Taehyung and Jungkook share a little laugh while Hoseok looks on with pride as Jin answers with a simple and happy "sometimes, but I'm not very good at it." "That's not true." Hoseok interjects with a very serious look on his face which elicits an amazing look on your friend's face. He looks proud of himself and perhaps a little embarrassed. It's a soft and genuine beautiful look that makes your chest fill with the emotions that are radiating from him. You have only known the Jin he presents at work, in his tailored suits and coiffed hair, making encouraging and happy comments to people in meetings, only to come to your cubicle later and gossip about how some of the ideas were horribly stupid. You like this Jin that you're seeing here, relaxed with his friends. "He's hard on himself but it's a lie. Under this bashful looking face is really an ego that would topple all of ours put together," Taehyung says, making everyone laugh a little. "Oh, I know, I've seen him check himself out in a mirror and a window." This makes the men laugh harder and you feel proud of yourself. Their laughs make you feel full of something you're sure you've been missing for a long time.

The night seems to fly by. You get to know more about the men that your friend surrounds himself with. All of you stay in the kitchen away from the rest of the people that you assume Jin has invited. It plays in a part of your brain, and you wonder how he's just fine with letting a bunch of people move about his home while he stays in one room. The conversation moves from topic to topic. Occasionally Taehyung forgets you're there and has a tendency of changing the conversation to a story or topic you have no clue about, but you don't mind. You listen to them talk, laughing and smiling along. However, as the conversation continues along an inside joke, you take the moment to excuse yourself and slip out as the conversation continues around you. The house is full of people you do not know; you recognize some from the office, but you keep to yourself there too, and aside from Jin, you aren't particularly interested in talking to anyone from work on your weekend. You slip easily out the back door. You expect to see people smoking or having quiet conversations in the small yard but as you step out into the cool night air, drink in hand, you are happy to discover you have the space completely to yourself. The sound of conversations press through the closed door and an open window close to you. You like this distance between you and the party. You have always been the kind of person who likes to be part of everything but still on the outside. You are content to keep people and parties at a safe distance, observing instead of participating. You step away from the house and settle into one of the deck chairs that is sitting on the grass near a standing fire pit. You exhale a long and deep breath. Hoseok's laughter shoots out an open window and you turn to look at the house. You can see the top of his head as he laughs. They are still in the kitchen. It has always been your favorite room in any home. It is where intimate and deep conversations happen; the types of conversations that could not happen at any time before midnight. "Need some space?" a voice breaks the silence of the night, and you look up to see Yoongi standing by the door. "I can go somewhere else if you do," he says with a little nod to the gate that is only a few feet away from him. "No, that's fine. It just got a little loud," you say, and you watch as he nods before he walks over to a chair across from you and sits down in it, crossing his legs, and it's only when you notice his boots (untied) that you realize you're not wearing anything but your socks. "That's why I came out," he says softly and picks at the label on his beer. There’s silence between the two of you. You’ve always been uncomfortable feeling like you should talk to someone when you have nothing to say. You are happy to sit by yourself in a crowded room, no one expects anything from you when it is a room full of people, but when it is one-on-one you feel pressure sitting on your chest and shoulders like the weight of a conversation equals the weight of a boulder. You wonder if it's the same for him. He had looked confident in the way that he had leaned against the doorframe, but now, as you look at him across from you gazing in the darkness, his thumb flicking the lifted corner of the label, you wonder what is going through his mind. You want to keep watching him, want to keep going through the list of possible topics he is thinking about, but you’re interrupted by a loud noise from inside the house and a burst of laughter, Hoseok's laugh crashing between you and Yoongi. He looks up and for a moment the two of you stare at the house as if the wall will fall away and expose what has just happened. Instead, the outside stays the same while the laughter grows, and Yoongi looks at you with a wide grin across his face. That fondness that you saw in the kitchen is there again. He keeps smiling to himself as he looks down at the beer bottle and then at you. It's shocking how different he looks when he's smiling. "You've known them for a long time?" You ask giving into your curiosity about

the group of men. He nods and opens his mouth; you expect him to answer you verbally but instead he licks the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and you watch it as it disappears quickly back into his mouth and then pushes against his cheek. It's strange watching him, being out here with him and you wonder if he even likes you. He did leave the party for peace and here you are talking to him. You take a sip of your drink and contemplate either closing your eyes and disappearing into the back of your mind or pulling out your phone and disappearing into an equally void space. "Jin speaks very highly of you," he says, and it catches you off guard. You look up at him just in time to see him take a sip of his beer and then set the bottle down on the ground beside his chair. "Does he?" The question is stupid, but he's caught you so off guard that you're not sure what you're supposed to say. He nods in response and honestly you don't expect anything else. "He talks nonstop about his friends, but he doesn't really mention you all by name, I just know that he has a group of friends and other than that - " you shrug, and he gives a little chuckle because Jin is his friend more than he's yours and he knows Jin better. How Jin operates while you're still getting used to him. This is the first time that you've seen him out in the real world and not only interacting with people he works with. "It's nice to see him with all of you, it's a different side of him." You pause, and he looks at you, really looks at you and you have to take a deep breath before you continue. "It's like he's more himself, if that makes sense." He nods again but this time there is a look on his face and you're not sure what it is. Pride, perhaps? Love? So much of Yoongi is a mystery and you want more of it. You want to know more about this side of Jin you’ve now witnessed, and you want to hear Hoseok' laugh again, this time closer to you. Almost as if they can suspect you're thinking about them they come crashing out the door. Jin is the first one out, followed by Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung who has his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets and looks more like he's just following the crowd than him wanting to genuinely be out here. Another insecurity crosses your mind, and you are reminded that this is why you don't come to these things. While you're comfortable in places where you spend a significant amount of time, and comfortable with people that you know well, you don't do well around new people, and you want to fall into your turtle shell of comfort. Maybe you should leave. "This is where you two are," Jin says with a smile and you look at the small group of them as they shift their gazes between you and Yoongi. You look at Hoseok and as he glances at the small space between the two of you, there is a look that quickly passes his face. You're not sure what it was but you know deep down that you don't like it.

Hoseok always enjoys spending time with his friends. Two are missing, that's fine, there will be another time when all seven are together. Hobi watches as Jin occasionally moves into the house to see how his other guests are doing, not all of them are his friends, mostly acquaintances that he's met over the years or work friends. Hoseok doesn't know if he would be here if it weren't for his friends. He would prefer it just being their circle of friends instead of the mishmash of people that are taking over Jin's home, but he has no control over it since it’s not his party, and even though part of him wants to be back in his studio the night has the added benefit of having you here. Hoseok knows you missed him noticing you as you sat in the living room watching people. Smiling at someone who caught your eye. He's heard about you. Jin has spoken about you repeatedly, and he's always been just a little curious about meeting you, and here you are, and he can't take his eyes off you. He wanted to follow you when you left the kitchen, wanted to ask you more questions, but just as he pushed himself off the counter to follow, he watched as Yoongi did instead. There's a weird sensation in his chest as he stays in the kitchen. As the four of them find the two of you sitting outside, he wonders what you've talked about. If Yoongi has been that quiet and confident version that people seem to love; it's one of the things that Hobi loves about him, but did you? Did you get to experience that wonderful side of his friend? Hobi sits across from you, Jungkook and Taehyung on either side of you as the fire roars in the small metal fire pit in the middle of the circle of chairs. He watches as you take a sip of your drink only to slap your hand over your mouth as Jungkook cracks a joke that makes you laugh; your eyes go wide as you try to keep the liquid you've just drunk inside your mouth and not spray it out over everyone. Jungkook looks proud of himself for this reaction, as he should, it's something that he's good at - making people laugh, and Hobi knows that if he looks over at Tae that there will be a subtle smile that has a bit of jealousy hidden behind it as if Jungkook is only supposed to make him laugh, but Hobi knows that there is also pride there that Tae's beautiful boyfriend has made someone else laugh as hard as he makes him laugh. He knows all his friends well. He's spent enough time with them in and out of the studio. He holds a deep love for all of them and while there are a few missing from this wonderful circle, he notes that you fit into it easily. He wasn't aware there was a space open for anyone else but there you are, occupying it and slipping into the whole group with such ease it amazes him. He joins you in your laughter but not so much at the joke itself but because you have an infectious laugh, and he wants more. He wants to make you laugh. He wishes it were just the two of you alone again, how simple the conversation had come. How wonderful it had been to make fun of the one person you both had in common. He nods as Jin excuses himself to go back into the house to say goodbye to a few people, Kookie and Tae yelling their drink orders at Jin as he opens the door, and they all laugh as Jin nods and shakes his head in a way that everyone around the circle knows is him rolling his eyes but agreeing to the thing he doesn't want to do. "I need to go and get myself a drink anyway, I'll go and get your drinks," you say with a smile as he watches you look between the two younger men and when Jungkook is about to object Tae cuts him off and thanks you for your kindness. He knows that this is his chance. He can go and be with you in that kitchen again, can get drinks with everyone but just as he's about to follow you into the house, Tae asks him a question about the studio, and he stays with a soft and subtle sigh. Your laughter interrupts the conversation and Hobi looks up at the house, at the small window that leads into the kitchen, and he sees your head fall back with laughter. Moments like this where he gets

to see an insight to your relationship with Jin. He wonders if the two of you gossip at your desks, talking shit about your coworkers. "Drinks!" Jin yells as he exits the backdoor and that feeling in his chest is back. He hears you laugh again and that is when he notices that Yoongi is gone. Yoongi is making you laugh like that. He falls back into the chair, resigned that perhaps the connection he had felt with you in the kitchen a few hours earlier had been all in his head and he had missed his chance. It has happened before. He's missed his chance because he's been just a little too late, a little too shy. He repeatedly tells himself that he’s fine with it and he'll continue telling himself because he has other things going on in his life. If anything, he hopes that you stay friends with all of them. No one else has fit so easily into that.

THREE WEEKS LATER The rain outside is heavy as you walk into the large, rather empty, darkened restaurant. The umbrella you brought from your home that morning has proven to be rather useless as it had blown inside out almost as soon as you had stepped outside of the office building on your way here to join Jin and his friends for dinner. You haven’t seen them in three weeks, though Jin has regaled you with all the stories and excitement that had come from meeting them all at his party. You haven’t seen them in three weeks and now they get to see you with damp hair and pants that are just a little wet on the fronts of your legs. There are two positives to the whole situation though - you knew about this outing the night before and so you are dressed in an outfit that you like and know you look good in, and you get to meet the missing two, Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin. A beautiful young host greets you but you’ve already been spotted by Jin who waves at you from a corner booth that is already filled with five others. You give a polite little bow to the host and walk to the table. Your heels clack against the floor, mixing with the sound from the music that is playing softly and a few conversations, it brings you joy. You are confident as you make the walk to the table. “Sorry I’m late,” you say, the eldest ones turning to smile at you. “How was working late?” Jin asks you with a smirk. You glare at him. He was supposed to stay with you to finish up a project but instead he snuck out leaving you to work with the most insufferable person in the office. The energy vampire who loves to suck away all the joy that Jin brings to the office. “You’ll be best friends soon,” he jokes and you give his shoulder a little slap before you take off your coat and hang it up on the hook beside the booth where all of their coats are. Your gaze drifts over Jin’s head to Taehyung and Jungkook who are laughing and whispering something to a third, Jimin perhaps? The way that they are all squished together makes you wonder if perhaps you read Taehyung and Jungkook wrong and they are not a couple. You didn’t ask Jin. You didn’t want to seem rude or intrusive, but now you wish you had. They’re wrapped up in whatever they’re talking about, whispers and little laughs, the third runs his hand through Taehyung’s hair and he grins a happy smile. Yoongi smiles at you and holds up his hand, a few fingers bent at the middle knuckles, and you hold up your hand in return. It’s easy to return his smile because it seems like he’s not one to give them out easily. Hoseok is on the end of the booth opposite of Jin, he grins and gives you a little nod to join him and you do with an extra little kick to your heart. You watch as he and Yoongi move over on the bench, Yoongi giving Jungkook a nudge and gestures with his chin to move over. Jungkook finally looks up and spots you as he nudges Taehyung and their third who both move closer to Jin. Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he spots you and a happy, slightly lopsided grin appears. “You’re here!” He greets you happily. “I am!” you sing back, still feeling a little awkward to be joining their time together. You try to remember that they invited you and that if they didn’t want you there they wouldn’t have said anything. Those were Jin’s words and as you slide in beside Hoseok, you catch a look on Jin’s face as if he’s reminding you of them. “Who are you?” The man you haven’t met says as his gaze drifts over your chest and face. You feel your neck heat at the look and smile, holding out your hand across the table. He leans over the table and takes it as you introduce yourself. ��Park Jimin,” he introduces himself with a little smirk and you are sure that you have never met someone so forward or charming as him. He’s obvious with his looks and he doesn’t seem to have any shyness to him. You catch Yoongi smiling into his drink as you release Jimin’s hand and settle back against the leather booth. You look down at your pants running your hands over them wanting to get rid of the nerves that have made their home

in your palms and fingers. It’s then that you catch the pants that Hoseok is wearing, velour, you look at him, your gaze drifting over his outfit (and body). Black sweater and a white jean jacket. He looks so put together and comfortable, you find yourself jealous at his ability to do both. Whenever you want to wear something comfortable out in public, you always feel just a little tired and your outfit never looks as good as it does back in the comfort of your apartment. Almost as if all fashionable qualities disappear the moment a stranger’s eyes land on it. He catches you and gives you a wide smile, small dimples appearing on the sides of his cheeks. You’re not sure you noticed those before, were they there? “What do you want to drink?” Jin asks, breaking you out of Hobi-land and you turn to him just in time for him to hand over the sleek drink menu filled with cocktail names that you’ve never heard of. Thankfully they have little descriptions below each one and you look over it. It’s only a few minutes before a waiter has walked over and is taking everyone’s orders, it’s obviously their second round and only your first, and you feel the pressure of picking a drink as the Hobi orders his. You’re torn between getting your regular or something from the list and the anxiety of holding up the waiter starts to build in your chest when you hear a “helloooo” and everyone looks up at the man approaching. The man walking toward the table and standing beside the waiter seems to exude an incredible amount of confidence. You’ve experienced Jin’s confidence so much to know that the two are so different and yet so similar. Jin knows he’s handsome and cute, and he knows how to use both to his advantage; sometimes in a serious way and sometimes in a way that makes you laugh in a way that you know you’re laughing with him. This man has a more subtle confidence and you’re not entirely sure, just by looking at him, if he knows what he throws off. “Namjoon!” Jungkook calls out and scrunches his nose as he points at the man standing near you at the edge of the table. The man, Namjoon, whom you have heard so much about, winks at Jungkook and looks at the table. His eyes settle on you for a moment before he looks at the waiter. “I’m sorry, was I interrupting orders? Have we ordered food yet?” Namjoon asks. “Just drinks,” Yoongi answers and throws a nod to his friend. “Sorry,” Namjoon apologizes again, “has everyone ordered?” he asks as he glances around the table. “Y/N was just about to order,” Hoseok says with a smile as he sets a hand down in front of you on the table and then retracts it almost immediately, throwing you a look that says he’s sorry for invading your space. You smile back. “Oh, please, it will give me time to look over some drinks,” Namjoon gives you a little head bow as he steps aside and takes a drink menu that Taehyung hands him. All eyes are on you again and you can feel your face heating as a result. “I’ll have an old fashioned,” you say, picking the first cocktail that you can read on the list. “Whatever IPA you have on tap, please,” Namjoon says and is about to hand the menu to the waiter before they tell him that he can keep it and he makes a small awkward noise and movement before setting the menu back on the table. He looks down for a moment and then back up with a smile as a few of the men laugh. “How was the flight?” Jin asks and you watch Namjoon shrug, taking his coat off and hanging it up over yours. “It was fine, long,” he replies and then looks over at you. “We finally get to meet Jin’s work wife?” he asks as he holds his hand out for you to take, which you do, and you try to control your breathing as he looks at you with such kind eyes that you’re not sure you ever want to look away. You give him your name despite the sensation of all their eyes on you. “Kim Namjoon,” he says with a polite small bow. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m sorry that Jimin and I missed the party, the text chain has been on fire ever since.” You throw a look at Jin who smiles at you and gives a

little shrug, “it’s mostly been Jungkook talking about how much you liked his jokes,” he says and Jungkook throws a look at you and shakes his head making you laugh. “Like that,” Jin chuckles. “Joon, sit,” Yoongi says and before anyone else can move you press yourself closer to Hoseok who takes a moment and moves further into the booth. “Thank you,” Namjoon says as he sits down next to you and suddenly you’re aware that you are pressed between two men that intrigue you. “You’re welcome,” you give him a smile, needing to look up just a little as you do. The conversation moves easily to catching up on Namjoon’s travels and you soon learn that he’s a literary agent who has been traveling with a client for their second book tour. He tells everyone how good it feels that this time around there were people in the crowd for the readings and lining up to get their books signed. He shows sympathy for this author and how they struggled on their first tour with no fans despite the publishing company throwing advertisements at each bookstore that they went to. It’s obvious to you that Namjoon cares deeply for the work that he does and the people that he represents. “You must get to read some amazing manuscripts,” you say as you take a third sip of your drink trying desperately to find the enjoyment as the bitters hit your tongue. “Some are great,” he says with a laugh and you catch on that he’s too polite to say that some are absolute rubbish. You join him in his laugh. As Jin catches the attention of Namjoon, talking to him about something that you’ve only heard Jin mention in passing, you feel a little nudge against your arm. You’re about to turn to Hoseok when he leans in instead. “How’s your drink?” he asks in a whisper and your eyes snap to the drink that you’ve barely touched even though everyone is almost finished with theirs. “Horrible,” you whisper back with a chuckle under your breath and he smiles, a look on him that makes your knees weak despite sitting down. “Let’s get you a new one,” he says and before you can object, he’s asking Namjoon to let you both out of the booth. You slip out and the two of you walk to the bar. You miss the looks shared between Jungkook and Taehyung and the smile that spreads across Yoongi’s face before he takes the last sip of his whiskey and reaches over to move your old fashioned in front of him refusing to let it sit unenjoyed. If you had caught all of these things you might have thought that this was all planned, right down to the drink you ordered. You step up to the bar and heat rises across your skin as he places his hand on your lower back. “What is your usual order?” he asks, his hand staying where it is on your body. The heat pushes its way up your neck. “Umm..” you can’t quite think with his touch and he seems to notice this and heat rises to his own cheeks as he slips his hand off your back. “Sorry,” he mutters. “No, it’s okay. I… it was just distracting me from thinking,” you explain, looking at him and you watch as a smile grows on his face and he nods a short nod. “Oh.” “Yeah.” You turn to look at the bottles on the wall behind the bar and take a deep breath trying to compose yourself. Who knew that finally going to a party at Seokjin’s house would lead to something like this. You don’t know where it’s going to go and usually you don’t like not knowing but there is something thrilling about this situation you find yourself in with Hoseok and you want more. You want more small touches and shared moments of realization. You also want to make it last as long as you possibly can. The build up is always so much fun. The bartender walks over to two of you, and you give him your usual order with a smile as Hoseok watches you and nods as if he’s started a mental list of things you like. Hoseok orders another round for the rest of the table and the two of you walk back to the table. “You could have ordered your usual drink,” he says as you start the walk back. “I was flustered,” you laugh, your shyness hiding amongst the notes. “Why?” You turn to him and he

gives you a smile that again makes your knees weak, you wonder if you’re ever going to get used to that. “I’m still getting used to you all and I always feel a little pressure when I order a drink,” you look down at the floor for a moment as you laugh, “I wanted to impress all of you.” He shakes his head and slips his hand against your back again. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he says and stops walking. You’re close to the table now and it’s as if he wants to make sure that only you hear what he’s going to say. Letting you in on a secret. He leans in. “We all like you and we’re already impressed by you,” he whispers and his secret pulls a happy grin across your face. He steps away from you and his smile matches yours. “Okay?” he asks and you nod. “Good.” “What are you two whispering about?” Jin asks as you giggle and slip into the booth next to Namjoon, shaking your head. “Nothing,” you say. “Inside joke. You wouldn’t understand,” Hoseok explains happily to Jin as a round of oooooohs echo around the table, especially from the three beside Jin. You feel lighter as the evening goes on. A mix of alcohol and conversation. Everyone cracking jokes, filling the quiet bar with loud cacophonies of laughter. Their laughs mix perfectly with each other. Each one of them knows how to make the others laugh and you bask in this environment. Your shyness slowly slips away and you join Jin in telling stories from the office that make the rest of the group laugh and smile with interest. You share an embarrassing story from your school days and everyone, especially Jungkook seems to enjoy it. You feel like you’re fitting in. Jimin gives you a look that makes you feel heat rise to your cheeks and forehead. Taehyung and Jungkook are attentive and happy to watch the other laugh and enjoy themselves. It’s a marvel watching the two of them and how they work together. The way that Taehyung’s eyes go wide just a split second before his mouth pulls into an even wider smile as one of the others surprise him with a jab or anecdote that catches him off guard. Namjoon looks attentive every time you talk and it throws you off a little. You’re not used to having someone pay attention to you the way he does. He always watches you when you talk, turning to you and happily listening to each story you tell the table. Yoongi relaxes and you see a side of him that is so different from the quiet man that sat across from you in Jin’s backyard. Surprising you with being just as loud as everyone else and grinning just as wide as Taehyung. Jin looks happy as you watch him. This is family and you marvel at how similar he is in the office, except he’s more relaxed with these six men. More complete. The way they all react to each other is fantastic to watch and Jin looks like he’s glowing. Hoseok is the one that grabs your attention the most, though. He’s just as attentive as Namjoon and even when he’s not looking at you, you still know that he’s listening to you. Every time he laughs his head falls back and his laughter carries above the rest in a way that makes your heart beat happily. You can’t believe you forgot that laughter in three weeks and you don’t ever want to forget it. You beam with pride every time he laughs at one of your stories or with you. It’s his touches that are the most distracting. It starts with Yoongi telling a story, so deadpan and serious that you’re not sure it’s a funny story until he ends it and everyone around the table erupts and you fall against Hoseok’s shoulder in laughter. That seems to open the floodgates and a few minutes later you feel his index finger slip against your thigh. You don’t dare look down and you’re not entirely sure it wasn’t an accident until he touches your pinky and your breath holds. You don’t see how Yoongi watches the two of you. How he smiles to himself and in his drink every time one of you smiles in a way that he knows has nothing to do with the thing that is happening around the table. He watches his friend carefully, happy for him and hoping that it doesn’t end before anything

begins. Several hours later all of you are in various states of getting your coats on. Jungkook tries while he’s still in the booth and it’s an awkward drunken fight between him and his puffer coat. Taehyung is laughing with Jimin as the two of them watch. Hoseok beats you to your coat and holds it for you. You smile as you turn around and slip your arms into it. He runs his hands down one of your arms and gives your hand a little squeeze before he gets his own coat on. “We forgot to toast you,” Jin says, his eyes wide as he looks at Hoseok. “It’s okay,” Hoseok shakes his head. “I’m fine without it.” “Oh! Were we celebrating something?” you ask as you turn to look at Hoseok and then at Jin. “I told you that one of my friends got a job and he’s going away for a few months,” Jin explains and your eyes go wide, disappointment slipping through your chest and landing in your stomach. “That’s you?” you ask as you turn to look at Hoseok who takes a moment and nods. The alcohol must be getting to you because you’re feeling more disappointed than you really should be. A few touches here and there doesn’t mean anything necessarily but you were hoping that it would. The look on his face tells you he did too. “Let’s go to the 7-11 across the street and buy some drinks to sober up and toast Hobi!” Namjoon says as he slaps his hands on Hoseok’s shoulders. The eight of you leave the bar. It’s stopped raining and you’re thankful, you’re finally dry and you don’t really want to have to get home wet. Hoseok holds the door open for you. He hasn’t left your side since you left the booth, lingering closely as he fills you in on the trip, saying it loudly enough for those who are close enough to hear. “Three months being a paid choreographer, I still can’t quite believe it,” he says looking ahead. Yoongi turns his head, “I can. It’s about time someone knows your talent is worth a fucking fantastic pay check.” Hoseok smiles at his friend and you look between the two. There are friendships built into the group, you’ve noticed that. Taehyung and Jimin are close in a different way than Taehyung is with Jungkook, who also seems to have his own friendship with Jimin. Jin and Namjoon seem to be close to everyone, and from the interactions you’ve seen over the last few hours you suspect that the two are the confidants of the group. Hoseok and Yoongi are another duo that seem to read each other’s minds with simple looks. You haven’t had those kinds of friendships since leaving school and you miss them. Hoseok holds the door to the 7-11 for you and you smile at him, “thank you,” you say as you let your hand brush down his arm. The booze has broken down the usual walls that you have up. The quiet, bright store is lit up further with the conversations and laughter from the group and soon you’ve all picked out drinks and Jin is paying. He grumbles while everyone thanks him and you catch a small smile from him as he pays. You know that he’s actually happy to pay for everyone despite the grumbling. “To Hobi and the fame that is inevitably waiting for him,” Namjoon says with a smile as he holds up his bottle, the eight of you standing just outside of the store. “To Hobi,” everyone repeats and drinks. You stay quiet as everyone begins to talk. “I can’t believe I’m going to have to find another teacher,” Jungkook says though he has a smile spread across his face, there is disappointment in his eyes and you watch as Taehyung brushes his arm. Hoseok smiles and nods, “you’re going to do really well,” he says comforting the younger man. “I can’t wait to see what you learn.” “I’m not dying, just going away,” Hoseok says with a laugh and everyone nods. You love that all of these men love each other so dearly. A giant yawn and the feeling like you’re intruding just a little hits you. “I should go and get some sleep. Safe travels. I hope it’s everything you want it to be and more, Hoseok,” you say with a smile, aware that everyone is looking at the two of you. He smiles back and wraps you in a hug. “I’m going to get your number from Jin,” he

whispers in your ear and you close your eyes and nod against him. You wave a taxi down and as you open the door everyone is yelling their goodbyes and see you next times. You catch Hoseok’s eye one more time and give him a soft smile. You notice the disappointment is still lingering. Hoping that he follows through with getting your number. You settle into the backseat of the taxi and close your eyes. The next morning you wake, hungover and wrapped in your duvet. A text waiting on your phone. Unknown number [3:20]: It’s Hoseok. Now you have my number and no reason not to stay in contact. Have an amazing day.

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years ago

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Never Have I Ever (Youtube AU)

never have i ever with tony and peter was the most terrible idea, ever.

pairing: peter parker x youtuber!stark!reader

status: dating

warning: language and suggestiveness

disclaimer: both the reader and peter are over 18 in this fic. enjoy!

"okay, you guys ready?"

"yup" peter smiled at his girlfriend, excited to be in one of her videos again.

"whatever" her father rolled his eyes, not wanting to participate one bit coz he knew it was about to be a disaster.

"wow dad, love the enthusiasm" y/n rolled her eyes, like father like daughter.

"i know this is a trap"

"yet you fell for it" she smirked. tony was about to protest but his daughter cut him off with her usual loud ass intro-

"HELLO EVERYONE, welcome! today im here with two-"

"i swear to the god of thunder that's devouring out poptarts right now, if you say 'two very special guests' i will disown you." tony interrupted, making a few avengers snicker. they weren't particularly in the video. y/n for some reason thought it would be nice to film in the living room, to make it look more 'natural' plus the fans love when an avenger casually pops up, so its a win win!

"a little aggressive there, tones" rhodey appeared walking behind them to grab something from the lab.

"what? i didn't raise my daughter to be basic-"

"would you guys QUIT IT" y/n snapped.

"sorry, honey."

"moving on" she sighed "today im with my all time favourite guest, which seems to be yours too..my boyfriend, peter!" y/n leaned her head to his shoulder as peter smiled adorably to the camera, giving it a little wave.

"hey guys!"

"and my father, Tony Stark" she gestured to him plainly as a joke which made tony visibly offended.

"for the record here, all the views you'll get after you upload this video? will be because of me"

"oh you wish, dad. you honestly don't understand how much of a fanbase pete has now" y/n laughed, rubbing peter's back proudly. peter looked shocked himself.

"i-i have a fanbase?" his brown eyes widened.

"yeah but we're not gonna talk about that now"

"wait, why not?-"

"because she doesn't wanna tell you that the fans think you're good in bed" Nat blurted out while casually sipping her coffee.

"NATALIA ALIANOVNA ROMANOVA" steve shouted from across the hall. you could practically feel his stern face. "HE'S JUST A GODDAMN KID" his voice echoed through the stair case.

"tell that to the GODDAMN MINORS THAT WROTE THOSE COMMENTS" she shouted back.

...

"what are we doing again, babe?" peter cleared his throat.

"oh, uhm yeah. TODAY we're gonna be playing Never Have I Ever! boyfriend and dad edition!" she announced "i'll have a set of questions and you guys have to flip the sign whenever you answer 'i have' or 'have not' got it?"

they both nodded

"okay, perfect" y/n cleared her throat "OH! i forgot to mention that i posted on my story what question i should ask them and a LOT of you replied! so thanks for that" she laughed, grateful for all the support her fans gave her.

it was like the weird connection where you dont know the person yet you guys are so close. maybe its because her fans were mostly the same age as her? or the fact the she's still young and uses social media regularly so she does reply to the comments and edits they made of her regularly?. sometime it may lead to her reposting it on her story, which were mostly edits of her and peter. it always brought a smile to her face and she loves it.

"okay!" y/n scrolled through the questions trying not to show them to the nosy people beside her. "guys!" she laughed covering her phone with her lap. "so the first one is, never have i ever, rode a motorcycle.."

peter sighed disappointedly and raised the 'have not' while tony proudly raised 'i have'

"of course you did" y/n rolled her eyes, making him laugh.

"what can i say, you have a cool dad" he looked to the camera and smirked

"yeah okay, Never have I ever, sang karaoke?"

"pfff seriously y/n/n?" peter spoke, both him and tony raised the 'i have' remembering all the embarrassing karaoke parties that were hosted in that very room, they were fun....except when it gets too competitive that no one could speak the following day.

"yeah y/n/n, i expected more from you" sam chirped in with his stupid bag of pringles.

"fine" y/n huffed "Never have I ever, gone skinny dipping with someone?" y/n internally cringed, immediately regretting asking the question.

"wow okay"

"shut the fuck up, samantha" she clenched her jaw. Nat and Tony's faces were rightfully shocked, while as peter? well he was as red as a tomato. screw that sign, he shook his head "no" so hard it made him dizzy.

as promised, tony was honest and raised the 'i have sign' and to make it worse, nat scooted closer to tony, making her visible to the frame, took tony's sign and raised it as well with a shameless smile.

"oh my god ew!" y/n covered her face "this was a bad idea"

"you think?" peter whispered.

"oh you guys ain't stopping now, im fully invested in this" somehow bucky ended up watching the whole thing while devouring that poor bag of chips as well.

"when did you get in he- okay never mind. never have i ever...." y/n tutted, each question she's received kept getting more and more graphic "wow, you guys did not hold back" she whispered

"oh, give me!" nat snatched the phone and looked through the questions herself. "oh y/n, nothing we've never talked about before" she waved her hand with a shrug. "Never Have I ever, given/received a lap dance" she snorted, and raised the 'i have'

"NAT" y/n was about to murder that littl-

*peter flipping the sign to 'i have' obliviously *

that fucking idiot.

the poor guy was happy that he finally had a decent question he could answer with an 'i have' that he didn't even think of what it might, or in fact, DID imply.

"wait, i'm sorry wHAT?" Sam screeched, and when i tell you screeched, i mean a full on traumatized, full of emotion screech. bucky and nat burst out in laughter, falling to the floor dramatically.

"10 bucks, bucky!" she teased holding her hand out as bucky gave her the 10 bucks with tears forming in his eyes.

"WHAT?" y/n looked at them in disbelief.

"what??? i knew peter was hiding something and those idiots didn't believe me so we betted on it! im still waiting for your 50, sam" but sam was too busy to think of losing 50 dollars right now. he was petrified.

"i honestly wanna know what the father thinks about all of this" nat teased, looking at tony who had a stone cold expression. he cleared his throat,

"i would like everyone to answer the question. YES y/n, i'm talking to you" he slowly turned his face to meet his daughters and peter's eyes' which looked like its been haunted by ghosts over the last 200 decades.

"we should seriously go to the next ques-"

"Y/N LENORA STARK, ANSWER THE QUESTION" Tony was fuming, yet he kept his chill for the sake of the video that was about to be out for the public eye.

y/n sighed deeply, gently taking the sign from peter and raised it to an 'i have'.

that was it.

"turn the camera off"

"nO " for the first time in the last 5 minutes, peter spoke- well, squeaked. terrified for his well being in the next few minutes.

"no dad, we're gonna continue this and finish the game. I'm an adult! i can do whatever the fuck i want!" even though her heart was racing a 1000 miles per hour, she was tired of being treated like little kid.

"okay fine...fine. i'll continue, only because i wanna see where this is going" he turned to nat signalling her to continue. nat was about to ask another question when he suddenly interrupted her. "ACTUALLY, i have a question for parker"

shit.

"never have YOU ever touched my daughters ass?" tony asked, as if its a normal question to ask your daughters boyfriend. y/n's eyes skyrocketed to the moon and back as peters soul left his body. Sam couldn't contain his laughter and wheezed the silence away.

"uhm uh uh- what?" peter cleared his throat, subconsciously moving away from y/n by how hard tony was glaring at him.

"dad" y/n laughed nervously. "that's not how the game works-"

"yeah i know, but i wanna know his answer" he turned to the boy that was about to shit his pants "peter" his tone could cut like a fucking knife "have you ever touch MY daughter's ass?"

see there were two options here, either web y/n and go to Barcelona like they've planned for their future? or confess to a fuming billionaire who could blast his head in a matter of 5 seconds.

"i-i- " peter did neither. he couldn't even form a sentence. the whole room went silent as they've watched what tony was about to do next.

"yes or no, peter" tony got impatient, trying to think of million ways on how to kill a guy but not really killing him, you know?

peter reluctantly took his sign, and looked at his girlfriend to mouth an 'i love you'. as he prayed to not have a painful death. slowly, he raised his sign to an 'i have' not bothering to open his eyes.

"that's it-" with one swift motion, peter heard the sound of metal clinking so he opened his eyes to see that tony was putting on his suit. hands in front of him, ready to fire.

"DAD-"

"shut it, y/n. its not like im actually gonna kil-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" peter ran for his life. only a few seconds later running back to lift y/n by her waist, and rest her on his right shoulder, then speeding to the door. "COME VISIT US IN BARCELONA"

*door closing*

....

"what just happened?" sam blurted out looking at the door as nat sighed in disappointment,

"goddammit tony. if you didn't act like a total maniac, we could've known if they've ever roleplayed

it was a little rushed, but hope you guys liked it!

have a wonderful day :)

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Widow's Pique Chapter 29

Overview: Penny is a 41 year old mother of one, existing day to day in the normal world until a chance encounter changes everything, for everyone.

Author’s Notes: Hey Tumblrs! So this is my first ever story (not counting the shit I created at school). So be easy on me! I apologise for any typos, and for my misunderstanding of basic punctuation. This story has a little bit of Yours Truly woven into it. It’s a slow burn, full of angst, inner monologues, and insecurities but promises a happy ending of sorts! Using just my imagination and countless hours “researching” Mr. Cavill, I hope I can portray a different side to this fascinating man. Please indulge me …

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus Size/Curvy OFC (Penny)

Chapter: 29 of ?

Word Count: 8.2K!!!

Warnings: Angst. Pregnancy. Masturbation. Sex. Pandemic.

Disclaimers: This is all fiction baby!

Over 18’s only. No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of the source material, and claiming it as your own.

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Widow’s Pique

They both cried ugly tears, still watching each other on the video call.

Penny just couldn't talk anymore. She was so relieved to have finally told him, but now she dreaded all of the inevitable questions and worries that he would have.

"Pen - Sweetheart. Please don't cry, please Darling. God I love you so much. I'm so - so sorry I'm so far away. Uh! I can't believe this is happening! I'm going to be a Papa?! Ha!! I'm gonna be a Papa!"

And now he started crying again whilst Kal barked, wondering what on earth had upset him.

"Is everything ok with the baby Pen? Can you tell me anything?"

She tried to slow her breathing and calm down, but the raw emotion flowed through her, wave after wave. She looked up at the doorway and beckoned Kate over.

Kate held Penny tight, cuddling up to her as they sat together on the sofa. She told Henry everything that had happened at the hospital, and Penny's concerns over her meds harming the baby, and her fears and embarrassment at not realising she was pregnant all this time.

"I'm so sorry Hen." Penny managed to add.

"Why the hell are you apologising woman?!" he laughed, "You have nothing to apologise for my love. I'm the one that should be saying I'm sorry for leaving you. But you will be ok, and our baby is ok as well. So neither of us need to stress out alright? Penelope Green, you are full of surprises, you know that?! I can't stop grinning right now, I can't wait to tell my family - un- unless they already know?"

"It's just me and Callum that know so far Henry. Ben doesn't know yet either,"

"Ok, then - maybe we could tell Ben together Pen, when you're feeling up to it?"

Penny smiled and nodded. Henry's heart ached at how tired and pale she looked.

A loud bang on Henry's trailer door made them all jump, he was needed back on set.

With a deep breath, he began, "Kate, look after my girl ok. Pen - message me and phone me anytime ok? Hopefully, we can speak again later if you are up to it? Rest up, ok Mama. I love you."

"Love you too Papa," Penny whispered as Henry groaned and wiped his eyes again, his brilliant smile unstoppable.

Three days later, Penny woke up after a decent night's sleep, feeling as if she had awoken from the longest dream, the past two weeks seemed like a blur, her memory was patchy, but her mind finally felt clear and her mood stable. Kate was still asleep next to her, it was too early to wake Ben for school.

She treated herself to a much needed bath, her body ached from being so tense lately. She carefully slid into the lavender infused bubbles and let out a huge sigh of relief as her tension started slipping away and finally her joy could return.

She rested her head back against the smooth cold porcelain as her sensitive breasts became exposed to the cool air again, making her goose pimple all over. She linked her fingers over her tummy, enjoying the comfort it gave her. Knowing that a part of Henry was always with her. She felt a new determination to make things right again, look after her mental health and her physical health. Stop being such an emotional wreck. Prove to everyone, and herself, that she didn't have to be supervised. Although she was so very grateful for everyone's help, she didn't want to be a worry for them anymore.

Henry wore a permanent smile. Whilst everyone on set was stressed and worried about the lockdown, Henry was like an excited puppy. He was desperate to tell everyone. But he knew he had to wait until Penny was ready. He was so relieved that she was back to her normal self. They'd still not had much time to speak in-depth due to his schedule and the time difference. He was desperate to get back home and hold her. He just wanted to get the film over and done with. He needed her touch, her kiss. She was his home, and now she'd be the mother of his child. Something he kind of knew deep down for a long time now.

Henry finally had a day off, he'd decided to wake up super early so he could speak to Penny as much as possible. Kate had gone home that morning, happy that Penny was back on track. Today was the day they were going to tell Ben, Helen, and Henry's family. They already had a family zoom call booked with Henry's lot. He was also going to visit Charlie and Heather at their lake house for the day once Ben was told.

Penny set up the iPad at the kitchen counter. Ben was excited to see Henry and Kal. Everything had been really weird since he'd left. Penny was a little nervous about how he might react, and if he'd want to know more about how it all happened.

"Hey, Buddy!! How are you doing?" Henry beamed at his own iPad screen. Kal jumped up onto the bench next to him, snuffling after the sound of his little pal."

"I'm good, hey Kal!! Ha! Kal's gonna eat your iPad, Henry!"

"Hopefully not, he's just pleased to see you, as am I. Penny?"

They'd already briefly discussed how they would handle this, Penny would take the lead, and Henry would back her up.

"So - Ben. We've got some news to share with you, Sausage." Penny gulped, glancing at Henry's huge Hollywood smile.

"Are we going to Canada Mummy, to see Henry?"

"Erm, soon, hopefully, but - that's not the news. The news is." She faltered now seeing the disappointed look on his face. "Is - that Henry and I, and you. Well, not you but, kinda you as well. Oh - crap. Let me try again." Ben looked at Penny with a quizzical look on his face.

"Ben, buddy." Henry piped up "You're going to be a big brother."

Penny grimaced a smile as she clenched her hands together in anticipation of Ben's reaction.

"No way! No way!" and Ben began to cry.

Penny pulled him into her chest, kissing the top of his head.

"It's ok, Pumpkin. There's nothing to worry about." Penny soothed.

"I know, I'm not sad Mummy! I've always wanted a brother or sister. When are they coming?"

Penny cried in relief. She was so worried about bringing any more upheaval into his world.

"Well, Mummy's got to keep them safe inside her tummy until he or she is big enough to come out," Henry added.

"So it'll be in about 5 months, so enough time to help us buy lots of fun things, and decorate their room ok?"

Ben's face lit up at that prospect.

Penny took his small hand and placed it onto her stomach.

"You are going to be the best big brother ever! You know that right?"

He leaned forward, cupping his hands against her belly. "Hellooo it's Ben, it's nice to meet you. I'm your brother."

Now both Penny and Henry were in tears. Henry cuddled Kal as he licked at his ear. Wishing he was with them both and not in this tiny trailer.

"Love - you - - guys." Henry choked out through his tears.

The family zoom call was chaotic at first. People dropping out, technical issues, and children interrupting. Finally, 10 minutes into the call the conversations started. Everyone wanted to know about how Penny was feeling and how Henry's filming was going. The variant in Vancouver had garnered international interest due to its infection rate and the increase in the normal numbers being hospitalised. Everyone took turns to update the Clan on their lives, from school reports to growing vegetables. Penny grinned at how invested Henry was in these details considering his celebrity lifestyle.

As the call felt like it was reaching its natural end, Henry cleared his throat loudly and purposefully.

"So - Mum, Dad - how do you feel about adding another grandchild to the table setting?" He leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head looking more than a little pleased with himself.

Heather squealed and crawled over Charlie to jump onto Henry as random staccato screams and laughs echoed over the video call as everyone spoke, screamed, and laughed at once.

"Penny? Is this true?" Marianne had to check, her mascara already running down her cheeks.

Penny nodded as she cried too "Very true, in fact - sixteen weeks true" she cringed, scrunching up her face and shoulders as she spoke.

"Sixteen weeks?! What the hell?!" Charlie added as he punched Henry on the arm. "Fucking Hell, man, you don't waste any time!"

"Language Charles! The children can hear!" Marianne barked "This is truly wonderful news my dears. Finally, all of my boys will be fathers.." she broke off as she tucked her face into Colin's chest.

"Congratulations son. And Penny, thank god you're making an honest man out of him. It's about bloody time!"

"Dad, steady on! You make me sound like a complete cad!"

With that, the others all burst into laughter, making fun of Henry's promiscuity.

Penny pretended to hold her hands over her ears as she giggled at their happiness.

That evening, once Ben was fast asleep Henry phoned back to check on Penny.

"Hey Mama, how you feeling?"

"Good actually, just had a shower, nice and squeaky clean now."

Henry's voice dropped "Does that mean you are naked?"

"I can almost hear your eyebrows wiggling Mr. Cavill!" Penny teased

"Well, is that a yes, or a no?"

Penny chuckled to herself. Suddenly feeling a rush of blood to her core.

"I need to see you Pen. Just thinking of you with my baby inside you has had me hard ever since you told me. You knew how much the idea of getting you pregnant turned me on. And to see the life that we created growing inside you is the fucking sexiest thing I have ever, ever known. Show me Pen, please don't be shy."

Penny smiled at his excitement, glad he wasn't the kind of man who'd find her getting bigger off-putting. Ant was the same, he was a pest the whole time she was expecting Ben, constantly touching her, checking to see if her boobs had grown, or if her belly button was ready to disappear. She cherished feeling so, so, loved, and adored. And now she has that again. She was truly blessed, and would never stop thanking her lucky stars for bringing Henry into their lives.

She took the phone, resting it against her jewellery box before switching to a video call.

"Hey"

"Oh Hey! This is a nice surprise."

"Oh come on, you practically begged me! I had no other choice." she winked at the camera and sent him a wonky smirk.

"Only if you're comfortable Honey - I'm sorry if you felt pressured."

"Zip it, Cavill. Now take off your clothes and prop your phone up. I want to see all of you!"

"Yes ma'am." he quickly discarded the only clothing he was wearing, his black boxer briefs. Before resting his phone on his bedside table and laying on his side. Gazing at his screen like a four year old at their first funfair.

Seeing him stretched out, with his sun kissed skin and biteable muscles made Penny hyper-aware of the ache deep within her, and the throb of her clit pushed a soft moan from her lips.

She stepped back from the phone, making sure her torso was clearly in the shot. She faced the camera as she unhooked the fold of the towel and allowed it to drop to the floor.

"Holy Fuck Pen, I can never get tired of this image. You're fucking gorgeous."

She knew it wouldn't be long before he reached for his cock and began tugging it.

The subtle light from the bathroom behind with just the soft glow from her phone screen in front made a perfect almost silhouette view of her changing figure. She slowly turned to the side, pulling her shoulders back and resting one hand in the curve of her spine. Her other hand smoothed over her bump. Considering she didn't even know she was pregnant a couple weeks ago there was no denying that she was now.

"Oh God, honey. Jesus. Keep rubbing your belly, baby." Henry huffed as all she could see of him was his face close to the screen, taking in every detail. The jerky stuttering giving away his activity off-screen.

Penny smiled and chuckled at his horny expression. Eyes dark, nostrils flared, lips alternating between being subconsciously licked and pressed tightly closed. She felt her own desire building within her as she moved to squeeze her breasts, pushing them together as she stepped closer to the camera and Henry's wide eyes.

"Fuck, fuck Pen, I'm..." and he sat forward as he caught his seed in his hands. "Woah, sorry Pen. I - you're too bloody much. Just a sec, be right back..."

Penny chuckled, pleased she had the desired effect.

When he came back she was laying on their bed, still naked, smoothing her free hand over herself.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Maybe.." Penny arched her eyebrow at him, silently waiting for him to speak.

"God how I wish I was there to knead my fingers on your thighs as I follow around to the curve of your arse. I'd lick you hard along your folds, nuzzling my nose at your clit..."

Penny closed her eyes and moaned, remembering how much she enjoyed Henry's touch down there. She gyrated onto her own fingers, feeling her wetness increase.

"Tell me more Hen.." she whispered.

"I'd knead your swollen breasts and gently twist your nipples. Then I'd rub my hands over your gorgeous belly. God, I can't wait to see you swell bigger and bigger with my child Pen. To grip the sides of your tight, round stomach as I slide into you from behind. Your engorged breasts swinging heavily with every thrust. Fuck, I'm hard again already."

"Fuck, Hen, everything is so fucking sensitive. I need you here, now I need your huge, hard body rubbing against mine, gripping me, licking me. Tasting me. Hen, f- Hen."

The rapture bloomed over her body like a chemical reaction. Henry watched as she scrunched up her eyes and tilted her head back on the pillow. Her faded pink hair like a crown around her head. A soft smile eased onto her lips as she opened her eyes to see Henry, his head resting on his pillow. A satisfied grin on his handsome face. They laughed at each other.

"Undoubtedly it's a good thing you're all the way over there. Otherwise, I'd never get any peace."

Henry's deep chuckle sent a wave of contentment through Penny.

Although she missed him dearly, the happiness she felt right now was all consuming. For the first time in a long, long while she was looking forward to her future.

Henry felt so alone and frustrated. He didn't want to be thousands of miles away from Penny any longer. He needed to be there, making plans, helping out, taking care of her. He'd arranged for her to visit a specialist obstetrician in London, he wanted to make sure she and the baby had the best care that money could buy. Penny protested at first but knew she couldn't argue against the fact things weren't quite straightforward with her health recently, and she worried about her age being a big risk factor too.

Penny was also making sure that she was taking care of herself. She'd hired a personal trainer who specialised in prenatal exercise and nutrition. He visited her for three sessions a week, showing her safe exercises for improving her fitness and strengthening her core. To begin with, she was mortified at how unfit she was, but after a couple weeks of sessions, she started to feel the benefits. Her sleep had improved, she had more energy and generally she felt brighter and sharper. She felt calmer too, and less anxious. She had reluctantly told Henry about Paul, her new P.T. He was uncomfortable with just anyone being involved in Penny's fitness. He'd checked him out fully, getting feedback from previous clients. He'd spoken to him several times also to discuss his methods. Paul was used to overprotective partners, but Henry was on another level.

The covid situation in Vancouver and many other areas in the States had worsened further. International travel was severely restricted from hotspot areas, so the trip to visit Henry was impossible now. Henry became increasingly frustrated and sad for missing this special time with Penny. She would send him photos and they'd talk every day, but he felt like a spare part in his own child's life. Something he swore he would never be if he was ever lucky enough to become a father. This was his dream, so why was he sitting here, thousands of miles away with a bunch of people he hardly knew on a film he wasn't committed to?

Leah had to convince him to stay on almost a daily basis. Having to act every day with his pregnant co-star wasn't ideal either. He felt like it was a cruel twist of fate having a beautiful pregnant woman with him that wasn't his Penny. Sadie had convinced herself at this point that she'd done or said something to Henry to upset him. He couldn't get away from her fast enough once a scene had ended. After a particularly difficult scene, she'd decided to confront him. She ran after him as he predictably strode away. His long legs forcing her to almost jog to catch up with him.

"Henry! Henry - will ya slow down a minute!"

Henry spun around to see Sadie holding her hand up at him whilst she caught her breath.

"You ok Sade? Why the hell are you running?!"

"Because you keep running away from me all the time and I wanna know why Henry. Did I say something to upset you?!"

He stood quietly for a moment, then unexpectedly slid down the wall of the dark corridor they were in and began sobbing. Sadie was in shock, looking around to see if anyone else was seeing this.

"Oh God, Henry honey, what's the matter?" she awkwardly knelt down in front of him, holding onto his bent knee for support.

"She's pregnant Sade. Penny's pregnant, and I've fucking abandoned her."

Seeing this big, worldly guy crumble in front of her brought out her motherly instincts as she swept him up into a hug. Patting his back as he let out more huge sobs.

"Oh honey, that's amazing news, why didn't you say something sooner?"

"We've only known a few weeks, but she's already 19 weeks along, we didn't realise. It's all a big mess, this isn't what I'd planned for when I started a family. They'd always come first. And here I am, in fucking Canada."

"Right Big Guy, I'm gonna give you a big kick up your patootie. Penny has had a baby before, she knows what she's doing. She will still be pregnant when you get back ok? You'll have plenty of time to share the pregnancy with her before the little one arrives. And if you hadn't noticed, I'm kinda in the same situation myself over here! Adie is pulling out what hair he has left while I'm stuck in the Covid boiling pot. And believe me, if I didn't think this wouldn't be good for my career and the financial stability of my family I'd be back home flicking through the Pottery Barn catalogue with my swollen feet up!"

Henry grimaced. He was so embarrassed to overlook how Sadie must be feeling.

"Shit Sadie, I feel like a complete fuckwit now." he sniffed.

"That wasn't my intention honey. I was just trying to put things in perspective for you ok?"

"No, you're right, you're right."

Sadie attempted to stand as Henry quickly stood to help her up.

"Come here you big idiot, congratulations Hen, this is great news."

She pulled him in as he allowed himself to be hugged. His insides squirmed as he felt her stomach press against his. He pulled away, feeling weird again.

"It's ok Henry. Give me your hands." she took his wrists and pulled his hands towards her, resting them on either side of her bump. Her costume was cut cleverly to minimise her stomach, and the camera angles had to try and hide as much as they could, but at almost 29 weeks there was a sizeable bump hiding away.

"Before you know it this will be you and Penny. Now, this little guy is missing his daddy so he's relying on Uncle Henry to look out for him ok?"

Henry's smile grew wide as his eyes brimmed with tears again, in awe of Sadie's strong will and kind ways. He nodded, unable to speak. Rubbing his hands over Sadie's bump, chuckling as it jiggled with her laughter.

Penny's appointments had all gone smoothly. The baby was growing happily and Penny was coping well with the pregnancy. Where possible, Henry joined her appointments via Zoom, or Penny recorded them for him. She was impressed at just how much time and attention you would get when throwing huge sums of money into private healthcare.

She'd managed to keep the news between close friends and family still and made sure she wore baggy clothes on the school run or trips out. An oversized handbag was her new best friend, hopefully hiding what her clothes couldn't now she was halfway through.

She was counting the days until Henry's return. She desperately needed his touch. She'd never felt so alive, so energetic, so feminine. She'd watch Henry's films and shows in the evenings, needing to pleasure herself at the same time to give her some kind of release. She dared not admit this to Henry, knowing he too was struggling with lack of intimacy.

Without consciously planning, she sent him fewer bump photos. Wondering if they were making him feel worse. After the initial shock and drama of discovering her pregnancy, Penny was on such a high, so motivated to take more control of her life again. But in recent days she just needed him back. She wanted to share the joy with him, feel his strong arms around her, his large hands over her changing body. Henry's family and Helen were constantly checking in on her. Offering help and moral support. But all she needed was him home.

That day Henry was supposed to be flying back to LA to appear on The Late Late Show, but this had been changed to a video chat. Leah was nervous about this as Henry's mood lately had been so low. They'd set up a room for him. The show had sent over various props and cardboard cutouts as well as a copy of the desk to dress up Henry's side of things. The aim was to promote the Witcher 3 which was nearing the end of post-production and a teaser about the Rosie Project too. Leah had left strict instructions with them not to ask about his personal life.

A large portrait screen was set up behind the desk to make it look as if James Corden was sat there, another large screen was in front of Henry showing him what the main cameras could see. Henry had decided against wearing a suit due to the humidity, opting instead for a mid blue linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of smart casual grey trousers.

After a brief off air chat with James and one of the producers, they began filming. Henry creased up seeing James in his version of Geralts' Witcher costume, complete with yellow contact lenses. Henry needed a good laugh and James ensured he spent most of the interview bent double, or throwing his head back cackling. Further costume changes appeared. James struggled to keep a straight face asking him in-depth questions as he wore a fake muscle suit under a copy of Henry's Superman suit. He wished he were able to not take himself as seriously, he always worried he was too stiff and stilted in interviews. James managed to rope Henry into the silliness as he was quizzed on his own career and had to wear props for every quick fire question he answered incorrectly. In the end, the tower of hats crashed down, prompting Henry to pop one onto Kal's head who had sat solemnly on the chair next to Henry the whole time, looking like one of the guests.

Nearing the end of the interview the props were cleared away and Henry got the chance to promote the Witcher and his new film. Just as he felt it was winding up James asked.

"So Henry, everyone is just dying to know more about your lovely fiancée, it's Penny right?"

Henry's mouth gaped, unprepared for the question, and not knowing what to say.

"Yes - yes, that's right. Her name is Penny, she's - just - amazing. And we're extremely happy." He sat back, hoping that would satiate James's curiosity.

"Ah, come on Henners, you gotta give us more than that. What about the wedding? How did you propose? How did you guys meet?" James sat forward, hands cradling his face in a comical anticipation pose.

Henry shifted in his seat. The live audience in the studio with James murmured in excitement at Henry's obvious awkwardness.

"Well James, I'm not sure how much I can divulge without getting into trouble." he shot a look at the camera, resulting in giggles from the crowd. "But what I might be able to tell you - " he took another look directly at the camera "Sorry, Pen," he said with a grimace and a wrinkled brow, "Is how we first met.."

Henry gave James a romanticised version of their first encounter, his car issues, Penny rescuing him, the dramatic snow, the drive back to Penny's, and their trek in the blizzard. James and the audience lapped this up, loving Henry's chivalry and Penny's kind nature and foul mouth.

Henry continued to talk about how amazing a mother she is and how he can't wait to spend more time back in the UK and step back from his intense workload for a while.

James was genuinely moved by Henry's honesty and soppiness, seeing how Henry was glassy eyed as he spoke too.

"Ah, man. I'm so happy for you brother. She sounds like an amazing woman, and she has to be to put up with waking up to your ugly mug every morning." The audience roared as Henry feigned upset.

"Thank you, James, I think. It was great talking with you, thank you for having me on the show."

They said their goodbye's and filming stopped.

Henry let out a huge sigh of relief petting Kal at the same time.

"How did I do Leah?"

"Great, Henry. Although I'm not very happy he asked about Penny, I told them not to."

"It's ok, I didn't mind. I just hope Penny doesn't when I tell her."

Henry was nervous before his evening call to Penny. Although they'd fallen into a little routine with their daily chats he felt there was so much left unsaid to protect each other's feelings. He was so proud of how Penny was coping without him, but he knew she was an expert at coping. With him back they could both stop existing and start actually living their lives as a proper couple, a little family.

He was concerned to find her still at her desk when he phoned.

"Hey Mama."

"Hey You."

"What's going on, you still working?!"

"Yeah, crazy deadlines." she sat back in her chair, pushing her glasses back onto the top of her head. Henry admired her sunkissed skin and freckles.

"How's Beanie?"

"They're fine, doubling in size every day it feels. I can already feel my lungs being pushed up. When I was on the cross-trainer earlier I had to keep stopping to catch my breath."

"Pen, you really should be taking it a little easier now honey..." he paused, knowing she wouldn't appreciate the criticism.

"I know. I'm being more than sensible Hen, trust me."

"I do trust you Pen, I just worry, you know."

She looked at his puppy dog eyes and immediately became overwhelmed with sadness. She began to cry whilst being annoyed with herself for getting upset in front of him.

"Oh Pen, don't cry honey, I'm sorry. Shhush now, oh Pen.." and now Henry was crying.

Her nose already running, she blew her nose and attempted to slow her breathing.

"Fucking hormones... " she laughed.

"What's my excuse though?" Henry added with a smile.

"I just miss you, Yogi, we miss you." she rubbed her belly as she tilted her phone down for Henry to see. She was wearing another of Henry's t-shirts. Her bump now beginning to stretch out the fabric.

Still sniffing back his tears Henry spoke "looks good on you Pen. Beanie looks super cosy in there." he broke down into more tears, unable to keep his stiff upper lip, "I want to come home Pen, there's not a single cell in my body that wants to be here right now."

They both allowed their tears to flow. Sick of pretending they were coping.

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The very next day, their prayers were answered. Three members of the crew tested positive for the new variant and the set was closed. Everyone was relieved. None more so than Henry and Sadie. Now he just had to get a flight home and quarantine before finally getting back to where he belonged.

He toyed with the idea of not telling Penny but didn't want to lie to her. He also didn't think it was a good idea to turn up out of the blue unexpected.

As soon as he heard he messaged.

SET CLOSED. I'M COMING BACK PEN!!! xxxxxxx

Penny had just got back from the school run when she read the message. She grabbed Ben and hugged him hard. They both cried with happiness at the news.

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Thankfully Henry was able to charter a private flight back to the UK with Kal and Leah. Due to the concern over the variant they were having to quarantine in a hotel near the airport. Kal wasn't allowed to stay with them so Simon was able to collect him and take him back to his home.

Henry was shocked by the precautions in place with this variant. Despite desperately wanting to see Penny now he was back on home soil he was in no way willing to risk her or the baby by cutting corners. He'd not taken Covid too seriously in the past, but now he was going to be a father he had a renewed sense of responsibility.

Having this time to decompress was also not a bad thing for Henry, a chance to destress, make plans, relax and eat.

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Penny was on cloud nine. She'd booked herself in at the hairdressers and beauty salon to get primped, ready for her Henry. She ordered more clothes, far more than she should but having lived mostly in Henry's t-shirts and anything baggy lately she was keen to show off her new curves. Her PT sessions with Paul had not only given her a sense of control over her own body and strength she never knew she could possess, but it had also beautifully emphasised her natural curves. She felt great, more than great. Her anticipation was electric.

Although determined not to shock Penny, Henry had told a tiny little lie about when his quarantine would be finished. He'd just received the all clear to go home after his final PCR test. He pranced around his hotel room, singing along badly to the Rolling Stones as he pulled on his jeans. He smirked as he realised they'd become a little snug around the waist. 10 days of mostly lounging and eating had already affected his waistline. He patted his own tummy, not caring for once in his adult life about his weight. In fact, he was more than happy to compete with Penny's expanding waistline.

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Penny was back from dropping Ben at school. The house looked and smelt amazing. The fresh summer breeze flowed in through the back of the house, the large doors pulled open. The garden was so full of colour. She'd hired a gardener this year to help and it had never looked better. The lawn was lush and green and even had stripes - something Penny had never achieved herself. She was learning to delegate, and actually enjoying the freedom it gave her. She'd already started working a four day week, planning on cutting that down even further once Henry was back. Steve, her most trusted illustrator had really stepped up and shown he could take on more responsibility. Despite his youth, he was sensible and hard working, full of great ideas too of how to grow the business realistically. Finally, Penny was able to release the reigns a little.

Today was her day off, a great chance to finalise everything for Henry's return tomorrow. Not that there was too much left to do. First off she needed to get her hour in at the gym. She finished up her special vitamin shake, whipped off Henry's t-shirt, and headed for the treadmill.

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Henry's heart was thumping as the taxi pulled up at Penny's house. Henry and the driver unloaded his luggage at the gate. He was determined to 'gently' surprise her. His phone was set up on the security system so the gate opened and Henry dragged his luggage up to the front door. He let himself in. He was home. This was his home, he'd never planned for it to be, wondering if they should buy somewhere new together, somewhere that wasn't Ant's. But it wouldn't have felt right to leave this place. There was so much history and love in this building it was part of all of their lives now.

He slid off his boots and stepped into the main room. No Penny. She must be working in her office. He briefly allowed himself to soak up the sun streaming through the windows and the serene atmosphere that he'd missed so much. As he opened the door to the extension Penny spotted him immediately. She pulled out her earbuds and self consciously pulled her large towel over her shoulder. She wasn't prepared for Henry to see so much of her so soon. He was here! She'd forgotten almost how much presence he had, how large he was. He walked along the mezzanine, confused as Penny had finally packed up Ant's office and moved her things into there. Her old studio was left empty for Henry to do what he wanted with it.

Penny stood still on the treadmill, watching him. She felt like she was having an out of body experience until finally he turned to look down into the gym and spotted her. His smile, his beautiful toothy white smile. God how she'd missed that. His deeply tanned arms were bulging against the sleeves of his white t-shirt. He jogged down to her, slowing his pace as he reached the bottom of the stairs. His hand rubbed his face as he neared her.

He reached out both hands, sliding his fingers into her curls as he pulled their heads together. Foreheads touching. Penny placed her hands over his and closed her eyes. Neither of them said anything for several moments. Instead, listening to each other’s breaths. Penny opened her eyes to see him staring directly into hers. He crashed his lips against hers and they tasted each other's tongues for what seemed like an eternity. She'd missed how soft his lips were, how languidly his tongue moved around hers. How he always tasted so sweetly.

They'd still not spoken. He held out both hands as she stepped down from the treadmill. He looked at the large towel over her shoulder. He sought approval in her eyes as he grabbed it and threw it to the side. His eyes darkened, his smile off centre as he pursed his lips. She was wearing a cropped sports top, her cleavage accentuated by the support. He reached out his hands as he took in the sight of his child within her. The top of her beautiful rounded belly was tanned and smooth. Her maternity gym leggings were pulled high above her waist. Gorgeously clinging to her pregnant form. He could tell she'd lost weight, but gained some muscle too perhaps, she looked unbelievably vital and delicious.

Penny chuckled at his goofy expression, taking his hands and placing them each side of her bump. His Hollywood smile reappeared, his eyes already leaking tears. He was touching his child, HIS child. Their baby. He dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach, hands still firmly on each side.

"Oh, Pen. Oh, Pen."

She ran her fingers through his short hair. He looked like a classic movie star right now. The perfect man, a true adonis. Kneeling before her. Worshipping her. She was his goddess. Never had she felt more desired and loved and sexy all at the same time.

He looked up at her, his eyes now edged with pink. His grin was infectious. She chuckled as her belly jumped up and down with her laughter. She placed her own hand underneath to support it.

"You're - so..." he struggled to find his words.

"Pregnant?" Penny added with a smile.

Henry nodded and laughed, kissing her stomach again and again. His hands then roamed around to her backside, eliciting a breathy sigh from Penny.

Henry stood up, wrapping her in his arms, feeling her arse again. His hands roamed over her back, her shoulders, and around to her breasts.

Suddenly he pulled away. "I'm sorry Pen, I didn't intend to jump you."

She raised an eyebrow to him "Shame" she winked as she began undoing his belt. He pulled his t-shirt over his head as Penny looked up and gasped at him.

"They waxed me," he said coyly, as Penny ran her hands over his smooth chest, marvelling at the definition of his muscles.

"I do miss your fur, but this is nice too honey." as she licked him lewdly from his naval to his sternum. He tilted his head back and moaned at the sensation.

"Fuck, Pen. You don't know how much I've missed your touch baby."

Penny continued to undo his jeans and pushed them down past his meaty thighs. He savoured every touch, quivering with pleasure as she pulled down his boxer briefs. He was already painfully rock hard and grateful for being freed from his clothes. Penny reached up to kiss him as she grasped his cock and slid her hand around it, then cupped his heavy balls.

He searched for the fastening for her top, on finding none, Penny chuckled and pulled it up over her head. He had noticed previously that her nipples had darkened and grown, something about that pulled at him deep within, making him leak even more pre-cum. Her breasts defied gravity, so round and full and pert. He reached out to them and gently thumbed her nipples as he massaged them. Penny broke from the kiss to moan loudly at the divine sensation.

"They're so full Pen, you're like a playboy bunny."

Penny chuckled at the slightly insulting comment, knowing he meant only good by it.

Henry bent down to take as much of her breast into his needy mouth, being careful not to be too rough. He then moved to tuck his hands into the sides of her soft leggings as he slid them down and over her large stomach and down her legs, along with her knickers. She rested her hands on his wide shoulders as she stepped out of them. Henry remained on one knee as he grasped her stomach in his large hands, admiring the sheer size and perfection of it. Her previous stretch marks were still silvered and hardly noticeable. Her once soft and squidgy pooch was now taut and ripe. Her belly button shallowed.

"So bloody beautiful. Hey Beanie baby, Mum, and Dad are going to have some fun so keep sleeping ok little one?" he littered her stomach with kisses and held his cheek up against it.

"You've worked so hard Pen, you look amazing, I'm so proud of you honey."

"Might be able to give a run for your money now Cavill."

Henry let her jibe wash over him as he continued to acquaint himself with her new body. He smoothed one hand around and around her stomach. Penny's desire rose with every touch and every licentious look. She pulled him up and pushed him back towards the large leather bench. Henry allowed himself to be directed. His cock twitching with excitement. As his calves caught the bench he sat down as Penny immediately straddled him. This caught him off guard, fully expecting a slower pace of events. He let out a silent scream at the sensation of Penny's walls slowly stretching to receive him as her stomach pressed against his chest, he pulled her forward to reach her breasts, sucking them and nibbling them hungrily.

"Jesus Pen, you're a wild woman, this is fucking amazing. Hold on tight."

He stood up as she wrapped her legs around him. He walked over to the power cage.

"Hold up above," he instructed as he gripped her arse with his strong hands as he lowered her down onto him.

He held the back of her pelvis as she supported some of her weight on the bar above.

Soon though her arms tired and the awkward angle wasn't quite working as well as Henry had hoped. He lifted her up and back onto her feet.

"Sorry Pen, I thought that might work. Have I ruined the moment?"

Penny smirked and grabbed him by his manhood and guided him to the narrow weight bench. The slightly angled back was perfect for Henry as Penny straddled him again, her bump comfortably pressure free. They laced their fingers together as Henry helped her find her rhythm. Her eyes were closed, the look of rapture etched onto her face. He had always fantasised about having sex in a gym, and now here he was with his future wife, pregnant with his baby. Grinding on top of him. He was going to come, he couldn't stop it. Fuck!!

"Oh no!" Henry hid his face with both hands. "I'm so fucking sorry Penny."

Penny laughed, enjoying the sensation of her giggles vibrating into Henry through her walls.

"It's ok Hen. I know it's been a while for both of us. Shows I've still got it I guess?" she asked sheepishly.

"Still got it? You fucking own it, honey! I've never been so turned on in all my life."

"Oh jeez, I'd better order some more lube else someone's gonna chafe!" Penny joked, still sitting on Henry.

Henry reached up to touch her breasts again, feeling the weight, gently squeezing and tweaking her nipples. Sparks of pleasure ran through Penny's core as she clenched and felt Henry swell within her. Sensing his growing arousal she took his hands and helped him massage her, slowly grinding into him again. She pulled his hands down to her waist and her arse cheeks. He chuckled as he knew he would be good to go again quickly, keen to hasten her release now.

The exquisite sensation of Henry stiffening inside of her caused a multitude of flutters within Penny's walls, teasing her with a quick orgasm. They both laughed at their excitement and desire.

"Hen, I've missed you so bloody much." she stretched her arms up to the vaulted ceiling in sheer bliss and rested them behind her head as she began rocking slowly back and forth.

Henry grabbed her hips, matching her rhythm, determined to maximise her pleasure. His seed mixed with Penny's own arousal. He watched as her swollen breasts gently bobbed with each languid movement. The skin across her abdomen glistened with small beads of sweat. A surge of blood caused Henry to buck up against Penny, speeding up their pace. The delicious moans and pants from her throat were echoed by his own. The intensity of their coupling and their mutual desire was electric. Penny felt as if she would lift away from her own body as her excitement grew within her.

She held her own breasts, squeezing and lifting them as she began thrusting hard, panting louder, gritting her teeth. Henry sunk his fingertips into the meaty softness of her arse cheeks, obtaining more purchase to pull her closer and faster. Every movement sent ecstasy throughout her, she felt a huge bubbling surge inside her as her climax crescendoed and her sensitive walls clenched and spasmed around Henry's manhood. She screamed louder than she knew she could as it echoed off every solid surface, she kept riding him, grinding out the feeling which never seemed to end. Henry had never known such a strong and prolonged orgasm and duly began to come within her again.

"Fuck!! Fucking Hell Penny, I'm gonna come too, fuck!" with just his shoulders and his heels as leverage, Henry arched his body from the bench with Penny on top in his uncontrollable reaction. She leaned back as he pressed against her most sensitive area, her orgasm still shuddering through her.

She rested her hands behind her on his legs until she found her senses. Leaning forward she found Henry wide-eyed staring up at the ceiling.

"What the fuck Pen?! That was, that was - pfufft - I don't know what the fuck that was apart from un-fucking-believable. I've never known anything like that before."

Penny covered her face and chuckled. Feeling Henry soften within her again.

"Oh, my word. That was very well needed that's for sure. Cup of Tea?" and they giggled again.

Authors Comments

I'm sorry (again) to keep you waiting for this. Life seriously got in the way of writing this chapter, as well as a little bit of writer's block.

Their reunions are always pretty epic, and this one was the smuttiest so far I think!

I have the amazing @just-chirpin to thank for the inspiration behind the end of this chapter from her story Surprise - please check it out

I hope you are all enjoying their journey, would love to hear your feedback! x

(I've also had to add my tag list separately as Tumblr is doing all sorts of crazy sh*t at the moment!)

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hobbitsnapes · 3 years ago

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YOU GUYS ARE DATING

Corpse x MGK!sister reader

(Found this image on Pinterest so all credit goes to artist, if you know who it is please comment below so I can credit them)

A/N: this was requested by @heyitssab

Tree is tall of sex in this, but it’s more in a joking matter, plus corpse has stated he doesn’t mind as long as you are not a minor or send or tag him. I’m literally 2 years younger than him, and have no intentions of ever tagging him or sending him any of my work XD

Summary: how many idiots does it take to tell the brother and friend they’re dating? Apparently takes 2 very forgetful people, who kept their relationship secret without knowing it.

It had just been by chance, a small chance that he had been scrolling through his tags. liking and reposting art, when he saw a tag from someone he followed. He wrecked his brain for when he had followed her, coming up empty. She was cute, no denying the beauty she had as she laughed in the video. It was a clip from a stream that he didn’t know she had, as he couldn’t even remember her name, wearing his merch as it fit her snug. It fit her perfectly in fact, the large hood covering her face, hiding the flush to her face from her rather large chuckles that left her body. He couldn’t help but like the photo, and he couldn’t help but to press message either.

It was first only small likes to posts, an Occasional message, and a view on their livestreams, but that all changed when he spoke of the song he was working on with her older brother.

It all started that night, when both lay in their beds as they talked, laughed, and felt their hearts flutter each time they heard one another speak.

Her phone rang violently in her bag, nearly making her drop the to go bag all over the ground as she walked. “Hello?” She asked, as she held both bags with her hands as her shoulder gripped the phone as if it’d fall down a cliff. “Hey bug!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle as she heard the booming sound of his voice. She had always detested the nickname, as he gave it to her as kids due to her horrendous fear of the creatures. But, it brought more joy to her, as it reminded her of their youth. Having been adults for years, it was fun to hear such a childish name that’s stuck.

“Hey mopey.” She chuckled, as that was the name she gave him when he was in his emo phase that he never outgrew.

Both talked as she walked towards the elevator, mainly about how his day had gone as she silently listened.

She had always been this way, always the shyer of the two, the one to listen to others first before she said a word. He had teased her for it most of their childhood and teen life, but he had grown to love it, as he could let loose or rant to her about anything, and he knew she’d be there just to listen to him.

“So what’re you doing right now?” He asked, as she got into the elevator. “Just grabbed some dinner a few minutes before you called and nearly made me shit.” A smile painted on her face at his boisterous laughter.

“Are you at home?” He asked, as he heard the sound of the elevator beeping in the background. “No, I’m spending the night with my boyfriend.”

She had mentioned about a month prior that she was seeing someone, the joy it brought him to hear the excitement and joy in her tone as she gushed about their first date.

If this was 7 or 8 years prior, he would be bombarding her with questions about the man, who he was, where he lived, where he could meet him to find his intentions with his baby sister. But, in the last few years, he found himself feeling calmer whenever she’d mentioned her love life. He knew she was smart, and would never date a man who treated her poorly. The few breakups she had, they always ended amicably, her head still high as she told him. So, he never asked her any questions about the man, as he could tell from the few times she mentioned him, he could feel the love this man had for her, and Vice versa.

The strong barreling of her phone alerted them awake, both groaning out as she reached for her phone without lifting her head from his shoulder. “Hello?” She mumbled, voice slurred as the saliva was thick in her mouth, barely awake as she fought to listen in on who dares to wake them up.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, making her equally exhausted lover groan. She shifted off of him, laying on her back as he turned away from her, as to hopefully shut his eyes and fall back asleep. She was used to her brother's large voice, as it hardly phased her after growing up with him. “Colson, why are you calling me this ungodly hour?” “Oh come on, it’s not that early.” “Col its-“ She pulled her phone from her ear, eyes shutting violently as the bright light blinded her “5 o’clock in the morning. So again, I’m going to ask you, why did you call me at the asscrack of dawn?” “You don’t remember?” He asked, making her irritation grow. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” She says, as she rubbed her sleep crusted eyes. “You were coming up today to hang out with casie, remember?” Her hand stopped rubbing her face, as she felt her heart stop momentarily. “Wait, you mean today? I thought I was coming Friday?” “No, both of you settled on today, remember I told you that’s perfect because I have a day off?” She felt her heart pain as she heard the sadness in his tone, knowing he’s expecting her to bail. “Yeah sorry, I thought you meant Friday so I mixed it up, let me get ready and I’ll be out the door okay? Love you” she said, as she hung up the line.

Before she could even move, she felt his arm wrap around her body. A tired groan leaving his lips. “Nooo stayyyy.” He groaned, pulling her body to his. She smiled as she looked down at him, wrapping her arm on his chest and the other behind his neck. “I wish I could live, but I can’t.” Planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Stay in bed for a few more hours, please?” Her heart pulled at his tone, hearing just how tired he was. “I can’t, casies wanted me to come up for weeks now. And it takes a good 3 hours to get there. I wanna spend as much time as I can with them before it gets dark so I can get back safely.” He groaned at this, wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah but it’s only 5, it wouldn’t be safe to drive since we went to bed like, 2 hours ago.” “Yeah, and whos fault was that mister?” She teased, “hmm, sorry but I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself after not seeing you for a few days.” He mused, pulling her body closer to his, planting his lips against hers. A small hum left her lips as he pulled her thigh over his, grabbing the flesh harshly as their lips cascaded together. “Mm, no no no, you’re not gonna convince me to stay here just to go another round.” She said, as she got off from his warm body, throwing his large hoodie over her bare body. “Oh come on babe, are you sure about that?” He said, making her turn around to him. A small gasp left her lips as her eyes took in his milky white complexion. His honey brown eyes looking back at her with a small smile etched onto his face. His hair a tousled mess that resembled a bird's nest, some pieces falling onto his face. “Honey, I’ve been wanting to see my family for weeks now, I see you almost everyday and practically live here. I’ll be back tomorrow so I can grab more clothes from my place okay?” She placed a kiss to his lips, both holding one another in their arms. “I don’t know why you don’t just say fuck that place and just move in.” He mumbled, making her chuckle and heart warm. “Don't you think it’s a little soon though? I mean we’ve only been together a few months love.” “Yeah, but you’ve practically lived here since we got together, you literally just go there to get more clothes that you end up leaving here.” She looked into his eyes as she thought about his words. “Hm, I’ll think about it today okay?” She mused, planting a kiss to his lips. A soft okay leaving him as she got up.

“And babe, remember if you live here, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about driving to get one another.” He exclaimed, laughing at the loud honey she screamed from the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but laugh out as she watched, as her niece tried her hardest to braid her fathers grown out hair. It was near impossible not to, as pieces would fall out, resulting in her pulling them harsher, nearly pulling his eyelids back due to the tension from his temples. “Okay okay you’re gonna fuckin scalp me.” He chuckled , as all three bursted out in large laughter.

“So how’s school going this year?” She asked her, as she delicately painted her nails. Both of the girls had found themselves on the floor in front of the nice coffee table, as colson sat and chatted with them. “It’s going really well.” “Oh yeah? Make any new friends?” She teased. “I mean, kinda.” She couldn’t help but hear the wavering in her tone, spotting the faint blush dusting her skin. “Ohh, so there’s a someone eh?” She teased to her, making the preteen hide her face as to conceal the flush. “His names Garrett, and we both take social studies together. He always sits next to me at lunch, and we’ll draw on my notebook.” She gushed, making her smile. “Soo, do you think he likes you?” “I mean, that’s what everyone keeps saying.” “Yeah well don’t worry about it to much cas, you’re not dating anyone for many more years. You’re still a kid.” Her das said, making the young girls face fall.

Y/N knew he was only saying this to protect her, as he said the same thing to her growing up. “Hey, don’t be bummed out about it. He is right, you both are only 12 and should focus on school. But don’t worry, he’ll come around. He was just like that with me up until my current boyfriend.” She whispered, making the young girl chuckle.

“Speaking of which, how are you guys doing?” He asked, as she hadn’t mentioned hun to her in a while. He didn’t think it’d hurt to ask. “Great actually, we’re thinking of moving in together actually.” “That’s great! I’m really happy that y’all met.” “Yeah, I am too.” She hummed, a flush dusting her cheeks.

Both men laughed as they chatted on the phone, talking about anything that would come to mind. What was once only a collaboration for a song, turned into an amazing friendship that caused both of them to call at late hours just to shoot the shit.

A yawn left his lips, as he listened to colson ramble on about another song he was making. “Woah, you tired man?” Colson asked, shocked to hear the sound. “Yeah sorry, was up most of the night last night.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Were you feeling alright?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. He knew all about his friends illnesses, even once being on the other end of the phone during a bad spell one day.” “Oh yeah yeah yeah, was just, up with the misses last night.” He chuckled, a flush blooming on his cheeks. “Ohhh yeah? And how was it?” This shocked him, nearly feeling his heart stop. Like, does he usually know about his sisters sex life? He didn’t think much of it, as he knew just how close both were. “It was absolutely fucking amazing. Like I thought we’d be done for the night, fully tapped out but after like 5 minutes she’d be right back on me for another round.” He chuckled, his flush even worse than before. “Ayyyeee good for you corpse, glad to hear that puss is bussin.” He laughed at this, throwing his head back. “Yeah, it’s bussin bussin.”

Both men talk as they read from their phones, eyes wide in absolute awe of the love they received from the song. They had just dropped it a few days prior, not expecting the cry of joy from both fan bases.

He didn’t even look up from it when she walked in, until she bent down to plant a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry I had completely forgot about the tea I made you an hour ago, but I put it back on the stove to heat it up so if it’s twisting funky just tell me okay?” Before he could even thank her, both their heads whipped towards the loudness from the other line. “Y/N? Is that you? What in the hell are you doing there with corpse!” He didn’t sound angry, more shocked than anything, both of them looking at the phone in confusion. “I, I love here? Remember I told you like a month ago I was moving in with him?” “WHAT!” Both jumped at the loud scream. “Wait so you guys are dating!?” Both we’re even more perplexed, until it dawned on both of them. Their eyes wide as they turned their heads to one another slowly. “Wait you didn’t tell him?” “No? He’s one of your best friends so I thought you did!” “He’s your brother! So I thought you did!” Both whisper, until all three lay silent. That was until, the large cry of laughter that leaves the two, leaving colson even more confused. He wasn’t mad, not at all actually. More shocked and confused than anything. Until he started thinking, it does make sense, all the times they spoke about one another without him knowing, all the times they mentioned-“OH GOD!” He yelled, gagging violently, making them stop their laughing fit. “What's wrong? Why are you yelling?” She asks “like a month ago corpse was talking about how he was tired cause he was up all night having sex AND I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! OH GOD WAS THAT WHY YOU WERE LIMPING THAT DAY WITH CAS AND I!” Both laugh even harder, as they listen to his ever growing gags.

“So yeah,. That’s literally how we had no idea we were keeping the relationship secret from her brother.” He laughed, as he red the comments and listened to his friends' laughter. She sat beside him, head laying on his shoulder as he told the story. She couldn’t help but to look back up into his eyes, as he glanced down at her, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Keep it pg guys.” Colson said from the other line, making them chuckle.

#corpse husband imagine #corpse #corpse husband fanfic #corpse x reader #corpse imagine #corpse fic #corpse x you #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband

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hanzajesthanza · 2 years ago

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I love reading your book analysis and headcanons on the Hansa + Ciri & Yen! I also adore your characterization of the characters when you tag them on silly videos or posts, it’s like one of those YouTube “Witcher Characters as Vines/TikToks” videos but hilariously accurate to the point they’ve gotten me to laugh out loud! Since you like to analyze the books in their entirety, I was wondering if there is any art you’ve seen of the characters that you feel fits their descriptions to a tee. What are the artists that have made you immediately think, “That’s x!”. This is quite nit-picky of me but my common pet peeves on the depictions are, conveniently attractive Geralt and Yen, erasure of Ciri’s brutal scar, conveniently feminine Milva, and Dandelion not being drawn as the pretty boy bastard he is. I feel like from reading your blog you probably have these pet peeves as well, so I’m interested in seeing your favorite art of Hansa + Ciri & Yen. (Sorry for the rambling! ❤️)

thank you for such a wonderful ask!! what a nice thing to wake up to :) i'm so glad you enjoy the posts / blog content even when it's just reblogs of silly posts/vids/memes tagged as characters. i realized one day that that was a majority of what i posted, and i became self-conscious that for a witcher blog, i don't actually post much witcher... so i'm glad those reblogs are hitting the mark!

i also think you read my mind, anon, because i was just thinking last night that witcher book artists deserve more promotion.

i too share these pet peeves. i'll keep this post positive and about appreciations, but i'll actually make a sister post to this one where i talk about my personal preferences and annoyances when seeing fanart of the characters, and i'll link that post to this one. probably do it on burnfalka since that's my complaining sideblog :') (edit: link to post is here)

though here are some disclaimers for anyone reading:

this will be a very biased list, because anon has asked for my personal preferences of how i imagine the characters, i believe the point of this is that. i generally base my headcanons upon the canon (e.g., yennefer has a long nose and recessed chin), but i also have personal convictions (e.g., milva is butch, in the modern lesbian sense of the word). because of this, i also will be noting when details of the pieces directly contradict canon descriptions, but i don't intend this as criticism towards the artist, just as a note to anyone reading so they don't get confused on what's "canon".

these are the pieces to which i instinctly reacted like "omg! that's THEM!", but that doesn't mean that this is the only witcher art that makes me happy to see. i happen to also like witcher art that doesn't depict the characters looking exactly like i personally headcanon them to look. similarly, i'm not including all the witcher artists i like, even if they're my most favorite artists, because a handful of them do not fit the prompt (i.e., depict the characters as i picture them).

i won't be reposting any of the art in this post, only linking to it, because i don't believe in reposting without explicit permission. thus, i encourage everybody reading this to be OK with opening ten different tabs to see all this art and see what i'm talking about :') plus, direct links make it easier to reblog the artists' art from the source~!!

i have no say in how people draw the characters. unless i commission an artist or my friend draws something for me, i want to acknowledge that my opinion does not mean anything if art of a character is "correct" or not. people draw the characters how they like. these are just how i personally see them.

special mentions

for these artists, basically i like how they draw all of the characters and they're pretty much always so in tune with how i see them, there actually needed to be a separate section for them. every time they draw something i have that feeling of resonance. also, they're both quite prolific witcher artists and have large bodies of witcher fanart.

astrolunos, especially:

all of the environmental paintings: dol blathanna, melitele's grotto, the mayor's house in rinde, the dragon mountains, outer brokilon, belletyn, hirundum, thanedd banquet

short audiodrama animations: geralt and ciri, yennefer and ciri

"redid this lineup but better and with an extra little someone :)"

"i drew this in august of last year and and then never posted it but better late than never right"

untitled (character expressions and face turnarounds)

what i love about astro as an artist: their skill comes from a lot of practice and many different iterations, i get the sense that their goal is always to explore many different possibilities of what a character or a scene could look like. they're very meticulous and dedicated and i think there's a lot of overlap between what makes their art great and what makes their translations great, there's a lot of depth and research behind the gorgeous art, a painting is never just a painting. i especially appreciate how their personal favorites shine through their art, yennefer and geralt being parents to ciri and their love of the short stories. i really like how they draw yennefer because they humanize her in this way that i think is often forgotten by the fandom, the way they depict her incorporates her motherhood to enhance her overall character identity.

toussaintred / maturiin, especially:

finally drew my own hansa lineup!! with close ups

dandelion, zoltan, percival and field marshal duda…

assorted baptism of fire + tower of the swallow doodles

‘come closer,’ he coughed, ‘and you too, dandelion. together… for more warmth.’

what i love about ern as an artist: his style reminds me of a dream or a storybook, and i love how (to me) even the sketches feel like finished pieces. he always hits on key moments between characters, representing the emotionality of scenes so well through character expressions, character design, and choice of color. everything feels light and beautiful, but also intentional and running with a deep passion. he also includes a lot of comedy or comedic scenes in his witcher art which always makes me smile. it feels like the characters as he draws them naturally want to interact with one another like they do in the books. i especially appreciate how he draws dandelion, geralt, and zoltan because i think he has nailed their designs, he somehow captures that energy of dandelion like the rippling laughter and strum of a lute.

also it's worth mentioning that both of these artists are just very nice, funny, congenial people who i've had the pleasure to talk with <3 kind of weird to give them such formal professional appreciations haha but you guys know ily ;w;

now i will get into specific pieces for specific characters :)

geralt + dandelion

(putting geralt and dandelion as one category because they show up together a lot, both in fanart and in-universe)

paticmak: Best pals

what i love about this art: geralt's sharp angular features, his pointy nose and chin, paled face, headband holding back long, scraggly tangled strands of hair, his dark leather jacket. dandelion's blonde hair, the shape and color of his plum little hat, his lace collar, his jacket matching his hat and the outfit looking coordinated and setting-appropriate while also not drawing away too much visual intrigue from the rest of the piece, his lute having a strap to be slung over his shoulder, the proportionality of the neck of his lute.

other notes: i love the sunny, airy atmosphere of this piece, it reminds me so much of edge of the world. and i love geralt's calmed expression, closed lips while dandelion talks or sings on. it's so representative of their dynamic and the place to which dandelion brings geralt emotionally and spiritually, a grand representation of friendship...

paticmak: The witcher drawings redraws and sketches

what i love about this art: dandelion's hat shape and shoulder-length blonde hair again, his features like his nose and lips, his concentrated but confident expression as he plays his lute

x4sj00: untitled

what i love about this art: geralt's angular features and headband, his overall lanky yet semi-muscular build, his height. the range of expressions is wonderful, from pained to enraged to saddened to neutral, and him calmly feeding roach an apple with his hair slung back in a ponytail is just the best thing.

lavodkin: I'm trying to accept the fact that in the book Time of Contempt (...)

what i love about this art: dandelion's age and style evolution, his ruff, his hair length, his insolent smile. my guy ages like est est

other notes: i couldn't put all of vodkin's work in this post, but they draw geralt, yennefer, and dandelion exceptionally close to how i imagine them

hvit-ravn: jaskier (link to repost on reddit because op deleted :( miss you hvit-ravn!)

what i love about this art: this was one of the first fanarts i saw of dandelion as he appears in the books and it remains a classic!! the long hair, the facial hair, the expression...

yennefer

darero-art: untitled

what i love about this art: i love the hair length and volume, the uncertain or judgy expressions, the dress designs, the kestrel as a clear reference to a shard of ice... she looks very noble, as i imagine her

mejev: этот шляпоблуд..

what i love about this art: her narrowed expression, her long nose, thin lips, *the way she is playing with her obsidian star!*

purple-soika: meet my wife Yennefer

what i love about this art: the length and volume of her hair, the volume of her sleeves, the design of her dress, the framing of how the poofy hair matches the poofy sleeves matches the poofy cloud! i like her casting magic in a fun and whimsical way, but it also represents her power as a sorceress. i also appreciate the smile on her face being more mischevious / amused than anything else, it adds a layer of humanity to her.

other notes: the limited color palette not only contributes to it being a pleasing artistic piece to look at, but reflects yennefer's own style of dress. a pet peeve i have about yennefer art, which this art does not fall into but instead is a great example which others should follow in my opinion, is that in a majority of yennefer art, the colors (usually a lilac, purple, or pink) are oversaturated and cease to depict yennefer for that reason. this piece uses a really tasteful and masterful use of color in regards to yennefer's character. it incorporates these shades of lilac through lighting/shading, but accurately depicts that she only ever wears black and white.

paticmak: my old witcher art redraw. Ciri and Yen

what i love about this art: yennefer's hair and her (short) height and build. the contrast between her dark dress and ciri's colorful jerkin, skirt, and beret is great. i love how ciri looks up to her. to me, this art has a special kind of sadness as i'd place this as kind of in gors velen during time of contempt, and i know that soon, ciri will adopt a different, similar beret, not having yennefer anymore to follow or look to, soon becoming taller than her mom, all while she and yennefer are separated...

nohtora: book yennefer 💜

what i love about this art: her curly hairrrr, her embroidered vest, her nose, her choker, her triangular face!!

nastyaskaya: Yennefer and the hand of Geralt

what i love about this art: her hair, her nose, her triangular face, her raw expression, the hopelessness of the scene

ciri

bathsebah: untitled

what i love about this art: the beret, the scarf!! the empty, lost, soulless eyes... the hair in her face, like it could be annoying her but she's too apathetic to care... this is what i picture when i picture "falka"

justanor: rats - falka

what i love about this art: the hard stare, the beret, the roughed cheeks, the ashen-blonde hair peeking out underneath the beret... it feels like, ciri in the disguise of falka

darero-art: “Ain’t youth meant to be beautiful?”

what i love about this art: again - large, emerald eyes, in this case large from fear, trauma, and tears, and her upturned nose and pouted lips. the sword on her back, the red scarf tied around her neck mingling with the blood running from her cheek...! nothing but exceptional genius. i freaked out when i first saw this piece because it depicts so much in its symbolism, that ciri's time with the rats directly led to her disfigurement by stefan skellen...

other notes: i know ciri doesn't have long, white hair, but i don't think this is a 'breach of canon' because there is a necessary degree of artistic license (like the color scheme is white, not ashen-blonde), and i interpret this detail figuratively - long, clean hair as a symbol of purity and girlhood, parallel to the blood that now runs down her face. it's a highly artistic piece with this level of symbolism and for that reason i love it more.

drawingllamas: I read The Tower of the Swallow some time ago and I really wanted to draw Ciri riding her horse in the winter storm

what i love about this art: ciri's large, emerald eyes, childlike but holding this betrayed energy, both wretched and determined. her upturned nose, her pouting lips. the wind and cold surrounding her, the scarf wrapped around her, concealing her, and also connecting her to geralt who i imagine at times wore a black hood like this when he was a witcher hunting his quarry.

other notes: the scar isn't in its canonical placement, but i mind that less than i mind the whole energy of the piece. this is really like, what i picture when i picture "ciri"

paticmak: The witcher drawings redraws and sketches

(yes, this link already showed up, but this is about the ciri piece)

what i love about this art: ciri's hair length by this point in the series, i imagined her to have this short medium-length, a little above the shoulder haircut. i love the ashen-blonde hair and again the environmental storytelling.

the hansa

(i actually have a lot of difficulty finding art of the hansa that directly reflects how i personally see all of them. i'll be linking to a few non-witcher inspiration images for this reason).

milva

wok: Milva commissions by the lovely @WOK Qing!

what i love about this art: her "over it" expression, her arms, her nose, her braid

other notes: this was one of the first pieces of milva art that i ever saw in the fandom and it still remains special to me!

toussaintred: baptism of fire has so many good moments

what i love about this art: her braid, her nose, her expressions, her face shape, her telling off dandelion

(me): milva and her OB-GYN bestie

what i intended to highlight in this art: milva's nose, short hair, muscularity

various inspiration for milva:

raging bull, sadie lee (this is basically exactly how i see her)

the last of us 2 abby

combat girls - rotterdam 1996

butches with long hair, meg allen

portrait of a woman. poland, 1938

cahir

(me): artbreeder hansa headcanons

this cahir i created in artbreeder remains the best representation for how i personally see him

dandied-lions: “Hey you, Nilfgaardian!”

what i love about this art: his curly hair, his !? expression

regis

toussaintred: regis’s black velvet outfit from the lady of the lake 😌

what i love about this art: velvet jacket, need i say more? his smug smile and demeanour is so in-character...

toussaintred: heres what being buried in the ground in pieces for 50 years will do to you

what i love about this art: his redemption arccccc!!! his chaos his peace...

other notes: here's where the "characters as they appear personally to you" part of this post really shines through because of the young regis design ;u;

(me): regis is serving looks

what i intended to highlight in this art: basically using neil gaiman as a reference to draw regis haha

angoulême

mejev: этот шляпоблуд..

what i love about this art: milva and angouleme talking is soooo sweet i love how milva looks like she's trying to explain something to angouleme but angouleme is like yep sure got it (doesn't got it)

mejev: from the book i did for my lovely partner

what i love about this art: her swagger, her hair tied back, her leggings, her expressions

essskel: Angoulême the orphan, the evocation of a daughter

what i love about this art: her defeated hopelessness and vulnerability of youth

justanor: angouleme + the fallen - angouleme

what i love about this art: her hair held back by the band, her braid, the youthful face contrasting with the red lips as she's trying to look older than she is, the freckles... in the second piece, i love her sad eyes and wry smile

i hope i didn't forget any pieces, but if i did i'll come back and edit :)

#ask #anon #the witcher books

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fablesofkitkat · 3 years ago

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POV: You and Dabi? All the dead poets cried, "What terrible twisted love." [repost]

Genre: Hopeful angst

Alternate title: Cherry, I Run

part 2, part 3

synopsis: Sharing kisses tastes like iron. Cherry kisses makes him run. Don't get your hopes up, sunshine. Don't get your hopes up.

I weep and say goodnight, love

- Matt Maltese

@madeofsaltiness

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine...

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HE HATED YOU. LOATHED YOU. ABHORRED YOU.

You lit up the whole world by your presence alone. Somewhere on the clouds, angels must be clamoring to look at you because sunshine follows you.

"You keep looking at me, I'll burn your eyes out." He says without even facing you.

You look out into the rain and he finds the chance to snuck a peek at you. This... thing with you began when he killed a bunch of things hovering around you. You were fucking weak, quirkless and all. You were subjected to bullying. He pitied you and one by one, the bullies dropped dead. It was a game. How long til you notice that the murder victims were all your bullies? When you figured it out, he appeared before you. He was sure you were gonna be horrified but you must be as insane as his group because you thanked him.

"Weirdo." Oops, he said that out loud, didn't he?

"What."

"Nothing."

You rolled your eyes at him.

"I just wanted you to look at me."

You looked at him blankly. "Didn't you just-"

"Bye." He wasn't embarrassed. He just needed to leave, despite the fact he hated getting caught in the rain because it made his skin graft itchy.

Every time he looks at you these days, his skin felt itchy. That's why he hated you. Hates you. Whatever. Fuck you. He imagines killing you to make it stop but you being alive is more useful as his way of killing time than you being dead. So yeah, fuck you.

-------

...and rage the likes of which you would not believe.

Dabi is aware of his weakness. Close-combat. His quirk, cremation, is far more effective and user friendly at a distance. Once you get close to him, he finds himself in a precarious situation, like when Eraser head did while battling him.

Here he is in an another precarious situation.

Your fingertips were coolly touching his jaw, against the terribly stapled skin. It sickens him with disgust. How are you able to stomach touching him?

This situation came to be when you were sharing about being grouped for an exam for your online class. This one groupmate kept seeing your instructions but did not send his part for the video presentation yet. You went on a very polite yet passive-aggressive rant in your group chat. Turns out that the groupmate's mute. You were such an asshole, assuming that the groupmate planned to leech off on the video presentation. You worked it out with the groupmate but you were terrible. It made Dabi laugh as you recounted the story and it made his burnt skin stretch to the point it ripped and now... he's bleeding.

You panicked and invaded his personal space in moments. It took conscious effort to stop his knee-jerk reaction which was to incinerate you.

"What do I do?!" You asked, eyes teary with worry.

But he couldn't hear you. He is appallingly aware of your shampoo wafting stronger with the close proximity, your cologne and... sunshine. He instantly compares himself smelling like burnt skin. Like death. He jerks away from your touch.

He leaves again, unable to visit you for months. He's so sick of you. You're so fucking loathsome. He shudders at night, lying awake, sick at himself that he could only imagine how atrocious and wonderful if he was able to feel your touch on his scars. See? Fucking loathsome.

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If I cannot satisfy the one...

You never ask for an apology.

Why don't you?

He goes away for months, not contacting you until he couldn't contain the urge to look for you anymore. You resume things with him as if he never went away. He was grateful for that and the way he can express his gratefulness to you is by letting you put silicone gel on his scars. It helps with the itchiness. You also put moisturizers on them.

"Sunshine?"

"Yeah?"

"Your touch is disgusting."

"Oh.." You stop the gentle massages on his scars. "Sorry."

He grabs your hand pressed them against his neck. "Harder."

Your breath stuttered. Mind going in the gutter.

"Press harder. I can't feel it." He demands

"But your skin-" You protest but he sinks your fingers into his flesh and it bleeds.

He couldn't feel it. He stares in your eyes and down to your lips. The itchy feeling came back with a vengeance. Disgusting. Disgusting. Dis-

A tremor ran through his body when you thumbed his upper lip. A wave of fury emerged from within.

"You're fucking retarded or what?" He scowled at you, grabbing your other hand away from his mouth. "You into dead people? Necrophilia?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Pretty sure you are." He mocks you. "My dead skin a turn on for you? You keep touching my burn scars as if they don't disgust you."

"They don't!"

"You're disgusting."

You flinched. It hurt. You start to turn away but you felt him shaking badly.

"Don't get your hopes up." He says. "I know!"

A sudden idea. An abhorrent idea. A wicked idea. A delightful idea.

"Kiss me and you'll stop." He says and stared at you, daring and a tiny flash of a terrified look in his eyes. Many things at once.

You'll find it disgusting.

He'll find it wonderful.

Then you'll stop touching him whilst his skin burned to touch you.

You nodded once you had your mind made up, leaning into him. He plans to keep his eyes open during the kiss but a mere inch from him, you stop.

"Close your eyes." You murmured, breath brushing his lips. A crackle in the air. Tension almost tangible.

He did.

He could only feel the kiss on his upper lip due to his dead nerve cells on his lower lip, nevertheless, he could feel the sensation of your lips. Disgustingly lovely. He couldn't help but want more, a clumsy attempt on his part. His first kiss. You. He bumped his teeth against you but he swipes his tongue on your chapstick. Cherry and... iron? He jerks away.

The staples on his jaw bled because of the kiss. He felt disgusted yet again. At himself. You tasted sweet while he must tasted rotten and bloody.

Dabi could not physically cry because his tear ducts were long burned.

"See, sunshine?" His face terribly contorted and breathless, blood dripping down his jaw. "Kissing only makes me bleed, smiling too. Don't you know I could barely count the times I had to stop myself from smiling with you and whenever you do... I imagine choking you."

"I'm sorry." You apologize.That he turned out this way.

That he thinks of himself a twisted being, barely even human.

That he finds it hard to love freely but thrive denying love.

That when he dies he has no one to hold to, no one to be with him in his last moments.

That you couldn't be that person because you know his last moments would be in a battlefield.

That your love will never be enough to contend against the rage he has for his father.

That your love for him will always end up going nowhere.

That when he kissed you back, you felt it deep in your bones that he was lost in you just as you were in him; and heroes and villains and the rest of the world just fucked off far away from your minds.

"Sunshine."

"Yes, love?" You asked, giving him a cheeky smile.

He grimaced at that. "Don't get your hopes up."

"I know."

He sighs, looking pointedly at your hands intertwined with his. You kiss his nose and walked away to find the first aid kid for his bleeding staples.

------

...I will indulge the other.

Don't look at him.

Look at him.

Don't touch him.

Touch him.

Don't get your hopes up.

Still, kiss him.

---

"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."

-Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

A/N: has three parts but expandable. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Sunshine Timeline: part 2, part 3

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years ago

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A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 1/4 of my pieces for day four of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme was song pieces, and its full of angst. My heart broke after this piece. 😩 Izaya just deserves love. I’ll be spanning my four pieces throughout the next couple of hours so stay turned. You can find all the days of the collab here!

For the best experience listen to the song while reading the piece. The song title and artist have the link for he music video. 😊

Pairing: Izaya x fem!Reader

Song Choice: Without Me by Chvse

Warnings: alcohol consumption, angst, violence

Word Count: 1.7k

Izaya had never felt this kind of pain before. This man had been beaten senseless, stabbed, and everything in between, but nothing had ever really hurt him as much as heartbreak did. He had been the one to end things, but that was only because he didn’t want to put you in danger anymore. He didn’t want to be the thing that ended your life. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from roaming his head.

“And I don't want nobody else but you

You the girl in my dreams every night

You the reason that I let the sun come through”

You had been the best thing in his life, but he had let his life come in between that. He hadn’t wanted harm to come to you. But just that had happened. All this dealing with the Yakuza had made them take you hostage. They wanted to make him hurt.

So when he had finally gotten you back from them. When he had finally gotten you settled at home he had left, running away with nothing but a note on your nightstand. He couldnt’ bear to tell you to your face that you were better off without him.

You were in his dreams every night since then. Your face haunted every single thought that he had. He told himself day after day that he had to move on, but he couldn’t do that. He wanted you, nobody else.

His thoughts always went back to the countless mornings that you would wake up and roll over to tell him the same thing every time. “You’re the reason that I open those blinds every morning, Izaya.” You’d smile and climb over him, straddling his lap and pressing soft kisses to his cheek. “You’re the reason that I let the sun come through. You’re my light.”

Those words were on repeat in his head. He reached for the beer bottle on his coffee table and took a sip, tightening his grip around the bottle as he fought back the urge to let a tear loose.

“Girl, I'm sorry for the things that I've done

Always starting shit and put you in a dumb mood

Always pushing you away, but I pushed too hard

Now you're gone, what a dumb move

'Cause you're the person I'mma run to”

Izaya’s work had always gotten in the way of your relationship, but you had tried hard not to let that bother you. He knew how hard you tried to ignore it. That didn’t stop him from feeling horrible about it. He had tried to push you away some, despite how much he always regretted himself for it after. He wanted you to make the decision on your own.

He would get angry when you questioned him about when he was going to spend some time with you. He tried to understand where you came from, but his work was his life and he wanted nothing more than to succeed. He wanted to make a better life for not only himself but for you as well. He had gone about that wrong.

His anger would always put you in horrible moods. And when you had left him the first time he should have left you alone.

When you had finally decided that enough was enough he should have left it at that. But something inside him said that he had to have you back. He just couldn’t let you get away. He loved you too much.

You were always the person that he ran to when he needed help. You were the person that he always leaned on. And now you were gone.

“Look, I understand why you had to leave

'Cause I was treating you so bad, that your family

Could see through the fake smile that you had with me

I wish you didn't go, but also know you had to leave”

Izaya had heard the words that your family always spoke. He heard the conversations on the other line. You had been sure that the phone speaker wasn’t loud enough, but he heard them say that you needed to move on.

You would object to their statements. You always did, but he knew that deep down you would think for a long time about them.

They would say that you always seemed like the feelings you had weren’t real. They called your smiles fake and said that you only did them to fool the family. You only wanted them to think that you were truly happy.

Izaya wished that he hadn’t pushed you away that first time, but he knew that it needed to be done. He understood why you had left, but his heart wanted you to be with him.

“'Cause I was toxic, found a way to talk shit

Accusing you of things you didn't do, I know I'm not shit

So leaving me to better you, is better than the option

To stick around with me, I just hate that I caused it

I hate that I caused it”

Izaya had done nearly everything to push you away the first time. He was toxic. He was rude. He played every game he could think of. Izaya even went as far as accusing you of being unfaithful.

He claimed that you had found yourself in the arms of one of his enemies.

So you chose to leave. You told Izaya that you needed to better yourself. You needed to get away. You weren’t going anywhere or doing anything with your life being with him.

You were beginning to see that sticking around with him was the worst option.

He hated that he made you feel that way, but he couldn’t do anything about how he felt about himself. He hated that he had wanted to put you in that position. But you would have been better off without him.

“'Cause I don't wanna hurt you

But I know I will

And I'm looking for the reason

For the way I feel

I didn't wanna lose you

But if I'm being real

Then you're better off without me”

He could feel himself slipping away from you and that’s when he knew that he needed to do what he did. He knew that eventually he would hurt you worse than he had ever wanted too. Worse than just heartbreak.

But Izaya never truly understood why he felt that way. He didn’t know why he knew that he would hurt you. He just knew.

So in the note that he left you on your nightstand he said “You’re better off without me.”

And it was the worst thing he had ever written in his life. The worst thing he had ever said to someone. And he truly meant it. No one could change his mind. Your life meant more to him than his own.

“I never really fell in love until I met you

'Cause that day out at the cabin, I felt something special

3 a.m, vibing, drinking beer on the couch

Remember? I was scared to even cuddle with you”

Flashbacks of how you met filled his head, another swig from the beer bottle filled his throat. The small feeling of forgetting starting to take over. That’s all he wanted to do. These memories were too painful.

When you had come to the cabin with a couple of friends of his and they had introduced you, he hadn't expected to be obsessed. But he was.

Everyone had gone to sleep, the two of you had been the only ones left in the living room, and he had never been more nervous in his life.

You hadn’t hidden your attraction to him. You made it very obvious in the hours after you had met.

You had looked at the clock as you both drank the last of the beers that were sitting on the small coffee table. Three in the morning. The fire burned in the fireplace and your laughs filled the room.

Izaya couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way. The last time he had truly felt love.

Izaya had never been as nervous as he was right now. He was normally the tough guy. He had never had a problem showing affection for a woman he liked. But you were different.

You noticed his hesitation and went in yourself. Before you could even stop yourself, your body moved. You straddled his hips and pushed him back into the couch. Your lips pressing together as Izaya placed his hands on your hips. His fear almost instantly watching away.

“My heart's breaking 'cause I love you and I miss you

I'm thinking about the times where I'd cuddle and I'd kiss you

But I understand that I got a lot of issues

I just hope you know that it ain't easy to forget you”

Izaya shook his head, trying to get the memory to leave him. “Fuck.” He grasped the bottle tighter in his hand and down the last swig. “I miss her.”

Before he even realized what was happening the bottle soared from his hand, a scream leaving him at the same time.

A light switched on in the hallway and a figure appeared in the doorway of the living room. Namie had a sleepy, puzzled look on her face as she checked on her boss. “Izaya?”

Izaya rubbed his eyes and gave her a weak smile. “Everything’s fine Namie. Go back to bed.”

She gave him a worried look before turning back to head to her room. She knew better than to push Izaya when he was like this.

“I just-“ His voice was a whisper as he picked up his phone. He didn’t want to say anything else and have Namie come back out.

Izaya opened his messages, his finger instinctively finding your name and typed out a message he had never meant to send. Alcohol made him hit that button and made him throw his phone across the room after.

So when your phone lit up and you opened the message, your heart broke for him.

Izaya 💞 2:36am

I miss you so fucking much.

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aestheticallyholland · 3 years ago

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NEVER NOT | DECISIONS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

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[ january 05, 2016 . . . ]

Y/N WAS WAITING FOR TOM TO PICK HER UP FROM HER HOUSE. Tom had suddenly texted her to wait for him as he was going to pick her up. Of course, she agreed to him and told him not to be late.

Another week has passed since their real relationship started. They've celebrated Christmas and New Year together in each other's houses during the week. And also with their closest friends which were Erika and Harrison.

They finally opened up about their relationship with each other which made Erika and Harrison open up about theirs's too. Although it was already obvious for Tom and Y/N, they still wanted to hear from them.

When Y/N was lost in her thoughts, Tom's car suddenly arrived which surprised her.

"Tom!" She called out.

Tom happily got out of his car and walked towards Y/N.

"Where the hell are we going? It's like nine in the morning." Y/N complained which made Tom laugh a bit.

"Good morning to you, love." Tom greeted and gave a peck on her cheek.

She rolled her eyes playfully at him before answering back. "Morning, Thomas." She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled.

Tom's arm snaked around her shoulders as they walked towards his car.

"Seriously, where are we going?" Y/N asked Tom as she placed on her seatbelt.

"My house. My mom wanted to bake with you all of a sudden. She also wanted to make lunch for us." Tom said which made her eyes widen.

"How come you didn't tell me it was that? I could've prepared." She said.

"It's okay. I think my mom just prepared already." Tom said and started the engine and drove off.

Y/N sighed in relief and sat comfortably on the seat. She grabbed Tom's free hand and wrapped her fingers to his. Tom plastered a smile on his face while driving going to his house.

It has been a week since he got the news and he still hasn't told Y/N about it. He only told his family and Harrison first during the morning. He just didn't know how to tell Y/N about this.

This is why he planned to tell her today. And hopefully, he would tell her.

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"Y/N!"

Y/N heard that familiar voice that called her and it was Tom's mom.

"Nikki!" Y/N called back as she gave her a big hug.

Tom closed the door in his car and went beside his girlfriend.

"I missed you already, dear," Nikki said to Y/N which made her giggle and Tom rolled his eyes.

"Mum, you just saw her a few days ago," Tom said and his mom just ignores her son's response.

"You know, it's very hard to deal when all my children are boys," Nikki said that made Y/N laugh, and Tom groan. "But, I've gotten used to it eventually," Nikki added.

They continued to talk as they walked inside Tom's house. Y/N basically helped his mom prepare lunch while the boys just played video games.

From time to time, their mom would scold them and ask them to help in preparing or else they would have to do the chores themselves for a whole month.

Nikki would tell Y/N stories about Tom and his childhood and about photography too which inspired Y/N to want to try to go into the field of photography.

"Lunch is served!" Y/N exclaimed that alerted the boys and they ran towards the dining room.

"No running, boys!" Nikki scolded them and just sighed at her sons. "Until now, they still act like little kids," Nikki whispered to Y/N loud enough for them to hear.

All of them gathered together and ate lunch. Tom sat down beside Y/N. Before that, he and his youngest brother, Paddy, argued on who will sit beside her. But of course, Tom won since he would always say that Y/N is his girlfriend.

"How's your father doing, Y/N?" Tom's father, Dom, asked her across the table as they were eating.

"Same as always. He's just staying home right now since it is still the holidays." Y/N answered.

"Tom," Nikki called out her son who looked at her. "Did you...?" She trailed off since she wasn't sure and Tom already knew what she meant. He shook he said as a 'no' and Y/N noticed their conversation. They continued to talk silently that Y/N couldn't really understand what was going on until Ton spoke up.

"Y/N, there is something I need to tell you," Tom said and Y/N just looked at him, waiting for him to say what he wanted to tell her.

"You know that I act, right?" He asked her and she nodded. He has mentioned before to her that he actually acted since he was a kid.

"Well." He paused for a while and looked at his brothers and father who was encouraging him to tell her.

"I auditioned for this role a few months ago before we met and..." He took out the paper that he received a few weeks ago and gave it to Y/N.

Y/N took it opened to read it. As she read through the lines, her eyes suddenly widen.

"You're..." She paused, trying to sink in what she just read. She looked at him and suddenly wrapped her arms around him.

"You're the new Spider-Man!" She exclaimed while hugging him. Tom didn't expect this kind of reaction but he was glad it was. He hugged her back and kissed her head.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Y/N asked him and pouted.

Damn it. She's so cute. Tom thought in his head before answering her.

"I didn't how to tell you this, honestly. I have to make a decision, Y/N." Tom told her.

He grabbed her hand and suddenly stood up and pulled her with him. He wanted to tell her this privately so he excused himself first and went upstairs with Y/N.

"Does this mean that you're leaving?" Y/N suddenly asked as soon as they went to Tom's room. He looked at her with sad eyes and nodded.

"Come on. Don't be sad, Tom." Y/N said and caressed his cheek. "This has been your dream since you were little," Y/N said.

"But I don't want to leave you, Y/N," Tom said and held her hand that was on his cheek. She just gave him a small smile before saying something.

"I'll be happier when I get to see you on the big screen, Tom," Y/N said which made Tom's chest feel lighter. "I'm so proud of you. You deserve it so much." She pressed her lips to his and Tom responded to it.

"Let's go somewhere," Tom said and held her hand once more.

"But, what about your family?" Y/N asked.

"They'll understand, don't worry," Tom said and led Y/N down.

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"Is this another mysterious place again?" Y/N asked as Tom was covering her eyes. She could feel her feet being covered by something soft and sandy since Tom told her to take off her shoes.

"You'll love it," Tom said. After a few more walks. Tom asked her if she was ready and she nodded. He took his hands off her eyes and smiled.

"Woah," Y/N said as soon as her eyes were uncovered.

They were on a beach where there were fewer people. The sky was so clear that it reflects in the waters of the ocean. The sound of the waves satisfies her ears. Her feet were covered in sand.

"This is where I go when I feel stressed out or just want to relax alone," Tom said and stood beside her.

"You really discover so many beautiful places," Y/N said and wrapped her arms around him while looking at the waves.

Tom spun her around to face him while her arms are still wrapped around him. She gave him a questionable look first.

"I will never forget this beautiful face," Tom said that made Y/N blush.

"You really know how to make me blush," Y/N said and smiled. "And I will never ever forget this handsome face of yours." She said that and pinched his cheek with her other hand. "I still can't believe my boyfriend is the new Spider-Man."

"Me either. I'm so happy about it." Tom said and smiled widely. "I still can't believe that I have to be away from you for God knows how many years."

"I don't mind waiting for you, Tom," Y/N said. "As long as our love never fades, I'll wait for you."

"Man, I am so lucky," Tom said and sighed then smiled. "I have the best family then I just got the role that I've been dreaming to act." He looked at you. "And I have you."

Y/N felt herself blush again and slapped Tom playfully.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked her and she giggled.

"For always making me blush." She answered and placed her head on his chest.

"I will go to you every day before I leave," Tom said. "I want to cherish these days with you."

Y/N continued to look at the scenery and smiled.

"Me too, Tom. Me too." Y/N said.

"You know what." Tom let go of her to properly face her. "Go here when you miss me the most. Go to this place when you won't be by yourself." Tom told her. He got something from his pocket and revealed it to her.

It was a bracelet with white marbles on it. In the center, there was a sun symbol that was surrounded by white marbles.

"Wear this to remember me." He added and placed the bracelet on her wrist.

She looked at the bracelet and smiled. She felt tears going to fall from her eyes and looked at him. She leaned herself to him and he hugged her.

"I'll always go here, Tom," Y/N whispered, softly.

They stayed there together with Tom's arms around her. He just wished that this could last forever.

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cherryblossomstars · 4 years ago

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I. Oxford (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader

Word count: 2,636 (oops)

Genre: Fluff/Kinda crack

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

"Oh, really? When's your next practice match? I'll try to make it." You talk into your phone and you practically send the hinges on your twin brother's door flying.

Hajime lays on his bed and looks up at you from his phone with an annoyed face. You ignore the threatening glare being sent your way, and flop yourself onto his stomach. He groans quietly, trying not to interrupt your call, and tries to shove you off. His efforts, however, are futile and he eventually accepts his death by his sister's hands (or, more accurately, stomach).

Oikawa, who was sitting on the floor of your darling brother's room, looks away from the video game he was playing on the TV to send you a questioning look.

"Friday. Can you go?" Your boyfriend, the eternal rival of the man sitting on the floor, responds.

"Mm," You hold the phone slightly away from your face, "Hajime, did I have anything planned on Friday?"

"How the hell would I- oh, yeah, movie night." He answers.

You scrunch your face up and put the phone back against your ear, "what time's the game?"

Oikawa and Hajime immediately groan when they connect two and two together, realizing you were talking to none other than the great Ushijima Wakatoshi himself.

"She can't go!" Oikawa yells, "movie night's actually gonna be all day!"

"Then... why is it called movie night..." Your boyfriend asks. You can practically see the tilt of his head and the furrow of his brows.

"Ugh, ignore him," you stick your tongue out at your captain and lightly push your foot against his head, which he was leaning against the bed frame.

I will bite you Oikawa mouths at you.

Fucking try it you scowl at him.

He purses his lips and instead turns back around to play on your brother's Switch.

"So, what time's the game?" You ask again.

"If you will be watching movies with your team, then-"

You sigh, "seriously, what time is it gonna be? If it's before it starts then I'll be able to make it. Might have to leave early, though."

"Four thirty." He responds.

You hum in thought, "hmm... Movie night's gonna start around six. Think it'll last that long?"

"Maybe."

"If you finish early, wanna join?" You bite back a laugh when you watch Hajime and Oikawa's heads snap towards you. Oikawa looks like he might pass out at the thought of Wakatoshi crashing an Aoba Johsai movie night, and Hajime is furiously shaking his head at you.

"I'm not sure your team would like that." Wakatoshi concludes.

You lightly laugh, "you're right, they wouldn't, but that's why I'm asking."

"What kind of manager are you?! Traitor!" Oikawa yells in distress. "Gimme that!" He makes grabby hands at your phone.

You hold him back by pressing your foot against his head, "I'll be there, Toshi. See you then. Love you."

"See you then. I love you too." Click

You put your phone down and turn your focus to your two toddlers boys. Oikawa has once again paused his game and Hajime isn't sure if he's willing to intervene the stare down going on between you and your team captain. You try to crack a smile, but he's still not impressed.

"Zumi-Chan..." He rests his chin on the edge of the bed and pouts at you, "why would you do that?"

You can't help but internally coo at the face he's making at you. You sit up, finally releasing your brother from death by crushing, and run your fingers through his hair. "Sorry, Oikawa, you know I didn't mean it."

He sits up and leans towards you, "finally gonna profess your undying love for me?"

Your eye twitches and before you can respond, a pillow hits him smack in the middle of his face and he falls back onto the floor. "O-ow! Iwa-chan... So mean..."

"Stay the hell away from my sister, Kusokawa." He threatens, holding up another pillow in preparation for another unwarranted comment.

He puffs his cheeks out, "I know, I know." He takes one of the joy-cons off and waves it in front of you, "in the mood for a round of Smash? Iwa-chan's trash." Another pillow comes flying at him, but he effectively dodges it. Hajime takes another pillow from his bed and, instead of throwing it this time, just whacks him with it. Oikawa is only able to let out a whimper and crawls onto the bed, situating himself behind you.

You can't help but laugh out loud, "Oiks, you only call him trash cause you're a really sore loser."

"Not true!" He hands you a joy-con. "Now, c'mon. Let's play. You guys bought all the DLC and I wanna play as Joker."

"Prepare for a shameful defeat." You smirk and choose your character.

"Isabelle? Zumi-chan, you honestly choose the most awful characters." He huffs.

You shrug, "yeah, I know. It's gonna be a lot more humiliating if you lose to Isabelle. Prepare to get your ass handed to you, Oiks."

Until your third year at Kitagawa Daiichi, your world had been blue. Kitagawa Daiichi's school colors had been blue. Your brother and Oikawa have always worn blue. Those two had been your whole life. Hajime, your twin brother, who you loved dearly. When you were born, you were literally born blue. Because you were a weak baby, the nurse had stuck your twin into the same incubator as you. This resulted in an almost immediate improvement in your health, and the both of you are rarely seen apart. Oikawa, your brother's best friend (and also therefore yours), whose soul cannot be described as anything but a bright, burning blue flame has never failed to be there for you, either.

Your world has always been surrounded by blue. Aoba Johsai's colors were white and blue for God's sake. It's a color you've grown to love. It was familiar, it had an all-enveloping warmth. When you thought of the people and the things you loved, you'd have to think of the color blue, too.

And then Shiratorizawa brought in their new cannon, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Being a star volleyball player yourself, you had been too busy with your own games and tournaments throughout your middle school career to make it to a lot of the boys' volleyball games to support Hajime and Oikawa. You'd heard complaints about the Great Ushiwaka from not only Oikawa, but the whole volleyball team. The first time you'd actually seen Ushiwaka in person was on the court against your junior high in your third year.

With the third year of junior high came the great Ushiwaka, who crashed into your life and completely and unapologetically shattered your blue world. With him came a drop of maroon, and suddenly everything was different.

Kitagawa had lost. Oikawa was beyond upset, but swore he would defeat Ushiwaka one day. You waited at the gymnasium's foyer for the boys' volleyball team to finish their huddle so you could comfort your friends.

Shiratorizawa had finished their huddle first and began to leave. While most of them had already left the building, there you stood right in front of the gym's entrance and pointing a finger at the ace of the opposing team. Said ace still recalls this memory fondly, since it was the first time the both of you had met.

"You're awful." You had said with an accusatory finger pointed directly at his face.

The stolid face of Ushijima Wakatoshi had broken into one of shock. This girl, who was wearing a Kitagawa volleyball jacket and had to practically tilt her head at a ninety degree angle just to look at him, had just called him awful.

"I apologize if I have upset-"

You dropped your hand to rest on your hip. "Your spikes are ridiculous. It's obvious your setter was having a hard time keeping up with you. You need to be more consistent with your spikes. And your form needs some fixing too. If you're able to maintain your form, you're open to a lot more options while you're still in mid-air."

He tilts his head, "why are you giving me advice? I am your enemy."

You shrugged, "volleyball is volleyball. As a setter myself, it pisses me off when your spikes and your setter's sets aren't connecting well."

"You are a setter?"

You nodded, "yep." A smirk made its way to your face, "that said... You're actually really impressive. No, actually you're incredible. Especially in middle school. You've got more room for improvement, but seriously... I've never seen an ace like you before. Good job out there today."

"You are not upset I defeated your team?" He was normally confused in the manners of other people's feelings, but you were another anomaly entirely.

"You've got amazing skills. Sometimes it just can't be helped." You explained. "Don't get me wrong though. I'm upset that my team is upset. But as for the loss itself... it was a fair game. It's not like you cheated." You see Hajime and Oikawa enter the foyer. "Sorry, gotta go. But consider what I said, 'kay?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Oh! I'm Iwaizumi [Name], by the way. I'll be going to Aoba Johsai next year."

He furrowed his brows, why was she telling him this? "I'm Ushijima Wakatoshi. I will be attending Shiratorizawa next year."

"Good." You begin to walk off, hands in your jacket's pockets, "I'd better see you at the spring high tournament next year, then. See you around, Ushiwaka."

Ushiwaka. Ah, so she's friends with Oikawa. "Set for me."

You spun around, "eh?"

"Set for me. You told me what I need to improve on and that my setter is having trouble keeping up with me. You said you are a setter."

"W-Well, yeah, but..."

"Then set for me. You want to improve as a setter, and I want to improve as an ace."

What Hajime and Oikawa don't know won't kill them. You held your hand out, and he gave you his phone. You quickly typed it in. "I'm usually free on weekends. I have morning practice on Mondays and Thursdays, so I'm free after school then. Afternoon practice on all the other weekdays. I'm out by six thirty on those days. Got it?"

He didn't, but he nodded anyway.

And thus, you were given the title of Ushiwaka's favorite setter.

Regardless, it was still hard to deal with the malice of Shiratorizawa when you went to their practice games. You were sticking out like a sore fucking thumb. You had come after school, meaning you were still in your Aoba Johsai uniform. You had gotten permission to be on campus, of course, but the intimidation just came with being from a rival school. You stood on the balcony, watching the boys stretch before their practice match. You gave a little wave to your boyfriend when you made eye contact, which he returned with a small smile. Tendou Satori watched him with confusion before turning to what he was looking at. When he noticed you, he excitedly waved at you.

"[Name]!" He yelled, a bright smile taking over his face. His exclamation caused not only the Shiratorizawa volleyball boys to turn to look at you, but the other team turned in curiosity as well. You mentally face palmed and felt your face grow red.

You gave a sheepish wave and the Shiratorizawa boys greeted you with glee before getting yelled at by Coach Washijo.

The first part of the game went well, but at the beginning of the second set the opposing team's setter landed the wrong way and hurt his ankle really badly. With him being the only setter, the opposing team wasn't sure what to do. Both they and Shiratorizawa wanted to continue, but without a setter...

"Iwaizumi, can you set?" Coach Washijo called from the floor, turning to look at you. Consequently, so did everyone currently on the gym floor.

"Eh? Me?" You pointed at yourself, "but... Um, I'm a girl."

"It's a practice match." He said matter-of-factly.

"I-Uh-I'm in uniform." You refute.

"You can't set in your uniform?" He asked.

Your eye twitches, "but... Why not make Eita-san set for them?"

"We need our pinch server." Ah, damn. You're out of rebuttals.

"Yeah, sure, I can set." You answer. "I guess." You mutter under your breath and make your way downstairs.

You strip off your school jacket, sweater, and tie and put on a practice jersey.

"Should you be playing in a skirt?" Tendou brings up.

"It's fine. I won't be jumping high enough for me to flash you guys, anyway. Besides," you smirk, "if you're paying attention to that, then your eyes aren't on the ball."

You turn to the team you will now be playing for, introducing yourself.

"Iwaizumi?" One of the players asks, "like the ace from Seijoh?"

"He's my twin brother." You explain.

"And you're a setter, huh? Good matchup. Did you learn from Oikawa, then?" He continues.

"Yeah, actually. I got into volleyball because of them. Everything I know about setting is because of Oikawa." You really hope your praise doesn't somehow make it's way to Oikawa himself. You didn't need to raise his ego any more.

"That's amazing! Let's do this, then." The team captain sets out the plan.

While Shiratorizawa had taken the first set, the addition of you on the opposing team had allowed your side to take the second set. Tendou had called you a traitor at the end of the second set. They had taken back the third set, anyway.

You were a few minutes late to movie night with the Seijoh team, but you shot the Seijoh groupchat a quick explanation before the third set began. Wakatoshi offered to walk you home, which you gladly accepted.

"You are my favorite setter." He says to you.

"Don't let Shirabu or Eita hear you say that." You joke.

"I think you have the same effect on me as Oikawa has on his own team." He explains to you.

You look at him in shock, "that's... that's a serious compliment, Toshi. Thank you." You've always looked up to Oikawa as a fellow setter. His skill was unparalleled. People could say he wasn't a genius or a prodigy, but he more than made up for it with the hard work he put into his career. Oikawa Tooru is what every setter wants to be. Sure, that first year from Karasuno (Kadokawa? You can't remember) could set with pin-point accuracy, but Oikawa's leadership skills and experience far outclassed his. Not to mention his charisma.

"Or perhaps it is because I simply trust you with everything I have." He brings up.

"Oh, so it's not because I'm a good setter." You jokingly pout, but when you gaze up at him he has a hint of a teasing expression on his face.

He simply hums in response and the both of you stop in front of your house. Before you can even open your mouth to say something, your front door bursts open.

"There she is!" Oikawa yells, standing in front of the doorway with the rest of the Seijoh team standing behind him, barely in view. His eyes narrow at the man standing next to you. "You."

You roll your eyes, "go back inside, Oiks. I'll be right there."

"You're already half an hour late." Matsukawa mentions.

"Seriously, do you have any manners? You even brought Ushiwa-"

"Maki, seriously? Right now?" You groan and turn to face Wakatoshi once again. "The band of idiots require me. I'll see you next time, Toshi. Love you." You press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I love you too." He waves to you as you walk inside the house. When the door shuts, he walks off and touches his lips with a soft smile.

Fin.

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Golden Bullets, Ch 5: Kiss of Death

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU

Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman who’s never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.

Word Count: 6500

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Warnings: violence (unnamed character death, motorcycle chase!, tranquilizer darts, grenades, weaponized ordinary objects?, self-inflicted wound), swearing, sexual themes

Featured Song: Goldfinger by Shirley Bassey from Goldfinger (1964)

~ “Goldfinger, He's the man, the man with the Midas touch, a spider's touch. Such a cold finger beckons you to enter his web of sin, but don't go in”

A/N: Reposting so hopefully the tags work...

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The journey to Montenegro was certainly a long one- it made you regret fleeing from Monaco so quickly, remembering how much faster a private jet was compared to traveling by car, even though the DB10 was plenty fast. Harrison seemed upset to say goodbye to the precious car, but once he saw the old-school DB5 waiting for you two at the airport in Montenegro, all thoughts of the new car went away. By the time you made it to the hotel, you both had to get ready for the gala. It was odd for a private banker who deals with terrorists to host a charity gala, you suspected it was to compensate for illegal funds, but that was a different case for a different time.

“Wear the red one again.” Harrison said, watching you contemplate between a few dresses as he stepped out of the bathroom in his slacks and dress shirt.

“We haven’t exactly done laundry since that night so it still has blood on it.” You replied, setting the blood-spattered red dress aside as you grabbed out a black dress and a white one, still unsure which would be more fitting tonight. You personally loved the white one, but the black had the sleeves to cover your bullet wound.

“I think the white will show the blood even more.” He teased, adjusting the collar of his own white shirt.

“I’m not supposed to make this personal, remember?”

“Trust me, I remember, but we haven’t exactly had smooth runnings so far. I expect blood at this point.” Harrison laughed as you just scoffed and left to change in the bathroom with the black dress. Amused, he pulled on his black suit jacket, nothing new nor unusual for him to wear, but still a classic go-to of his.

“How much longer until you’re ready?” He asked you, leaning against the bathroom door a little as he adjusted his suit’s collar and cuff links.

“I’d be ready sooner if someone didn’t take so damn long in the bathroom.” You called back, strapping on your thigh holster that could be easily concealed under the dress. You slipped on the dress, examining your arm in the mirror to make sure no part of the bandage was showing. The glittery black dress was just as suiting to your figure as the red dress, but more conservative with longer sleeves and a shallower neckline. Plus, the leg slit wasn’t nearly as high as it was on the previous dress- while you liked to flash a little leg in these sorts of dresses, you didn’t exactly need to be Angelina Jolie with every dress having an incredibly high slit.

Harrison padded across the room, leaning on the wall right beside the window, overlooking the busy city below him. He thumbed the gold flash drive in his hands and looked down at it curiously. He’d never noticed the small octopus imprint on it with the initials R. S. beside it. It was so small, it was easy to miss it. This had to be Silva’s flash drive; there was no other reasonable option for him. He sighed, mumbling, “Come on, Q, where are you?”

“Did you say something?” You asked as you stepped out of the bathroom in your dress, grabbing your heels from beside your suitcase. Propping one foot onto the chair, you leaned over and slipped on your heel. Harrison turned to face you, his breath catching in his throat. He’d never admit it to you, but you certainly had this power over him (he’d already admitted you terrified him, so he wasn’t about to say anything else). You switched to your other foot and glanced over at him, “Osterfield? Did you say something a moment ago?”

“Just thinking aloud.” He said, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He hoped you hadn’t picked up on the pink tint that he could tell had overcome his ears by now. Stepping towards you, he asked, “You ready?”

“Almost. Need some lipstick.” You went to grab your lipstick bag from the coffee table, but Harrison, who was much closer it, grabbed it first. Seeing how careless he was with the bag, clearly thinking it was just lipstick, you jumped and snatched the bag from him, “Are you trying to kill us?”

“What? They’re just lipstick?” Harrison replied, confused by your reaction. You were acting like it was a bomb, which some parts were.

“I have grenades in here.” You said, opening up the bag and choosing the right shade to go with your look for the evening. As you applied it, Harrison peered in the bag, further confused as he saw only gold, silver, and black lipstick tubes. “Black are regular lipsticks, gold are grenades, and silver are tranq darts.”

“Q’s getting too creative.” He looked at the bag in disbelief.

“He’s a genius. I didn’t think I’d need to use tranq darts, but they come in handy.” You stated, grabbing a silver lipstick from the bag and taking off the cap to show the small needle in place of actual lipstick. You put the lipstick away and slipped a small gun into your thigh holster while Harrison put one in his holster across his back, hidden by his suit.

“Ready, angel?” Harrison asked smugly, holding an arm out to you.

“Let’s go get ourselves a banker and a sniper.” You stated as you took his arm and the two of you left the hotel room.

The hotel’s banquet hall had been immaculately transformed into the gala’s venue. Tall, intricately designed pillars lined the outer area of the hall, almost like a courtyard would. Large round tables were dawned with golden tablecloths and delicate white decorations. While the setup of the gala was all so spotlessly beautiful, you still felt on edge about Le Chiffre’s presence.

After quickly taking in the new surrounding to spot the best vantage points and the weakest ones, your eyes found Le Chiffre. Across the hall, the ominous banker was easily recognizable with his hauntingly pale complexion and even more hauntingly white eye as he talked with another man dressed sharply in a tux. He casually wiped his pale eye with a handkerchief, cleaning up the blood from his face.

“Does he often bleed from his eye?” Harrison asked you quietly, the two of you making your way to a table in a corner.

“It’s called haemolacria.” You explained, “It’s caused by disease or, in his case, trauma to the eye.”

“Let me guess, you caused it?” A small smirk playing on his lips at the thought of you permanently and physically damaging Le Chiffre.

“God, I wish. That’d be 009 taking his revenge for me. Probably part of the reason he was killed.” You let out a small sigh, thinking of your fallen agent. It only made you want to kill the blood-weeping man across the room even more. Harrison casually pulled out a chair for you. Tonight, your cover was as a couple because, unlike at the casino with Sciarra, neither of you needed to flirt with anyone, so the two of you sitting with each other, with Harrison’s arm draped around the back of your chair, was professional for tonight. It was certainly more professional than Venice.

Not long into the event itself and you spotted a familiar blonde clad in her iconic gold step into the bustling gala. There was a man by her side, wearing a black bowler hat; he was not close enough to her for you to call him potentially her date, but his presence just made you more suspicious. You mumbled, “Galore just got here. But who’s that with her?”

“Oddjob.” Harrison answered as he recognized the Korean at her side, “I met him when I went after Silva. I thought Oddjob was simply an assassin, but he must be working with Goldfinger, especially if he’s here with Galore.”

Your jaw clenched as you saw Galore’s gaze focus on Le Chiffre. If she, a trained sniper as it is, was here with an assassin, they were going to kill Le Chiffre before you even got the chance. You watched as she slowly made her way to a far table with Oddjob, the two sitting down and striking up a conversation with the rest of the sharp dressed people around them. Your fingers grazed over the very slight outline of your gun over your dress; you were itching to pull it on Le Chiffre.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Harrison asked you, noticing your change in demeanor at Galore and Oddjob’s presence.

“Excuse me. I need to freshen up.” You muttered before getting up from your chair quickly. You made your way towards the exit before ducking behind a pillar. Your eyes trained on Le Chiffre, who was slowly making his way over towards you while he talked to another man.

The room was so loud and crowded, giving you the perfect opportunity to take him out. You slowly took out your gun and held it up to shoot Le Chiffre, perfectly aimed at his heart. Just as you were about to pull the trigger, Harrison appeared behind you, grabbing your hands and twisting you until he had you pinned to the wall. His body pressed yours to the wall and he looked at you with a frown, pinning your hands down at your hips, hiding your gun with his open suit jacket.

“Damn it, I had him.” You seethed quietly through gritted teeth.

“You’re going to get us killed.” He replied, stern blue eyes never leaving yours.

“I need to kill him.”

“No, you don’t. You don’t need to kill him. Agent 009 wouldn’t want you to kill him, not now when we need him alive.” Harrison looked around briefly, catching sight of Le Chiffre and his men headed straight towards the two of you. “He’s coming. Do you trust me?”

“Not particularly.” You answered. He didn’t give you much choice in the manner, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was rough yet still full of passion, but you knew he only meant it as a distraction, nothing more. He had one hand against the wall as his other wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You kept your gun hidden in his suit, clutching to the metal tightly under his silk lined jacket. Your free hand took hold in his hair, tugging on it to really put on the show of just another handsy couple getting it on behind a pillar- the classic move.

But then, he moaned. Harrison moaned softly into the kiss, despite Le Chiffre and his men clearly being too far to hear it. That was enough to pull you back to reality. This was your partner and you were on a stakeout mission together. You were supposed to be watching Le Chiffre (because god forbid you shot the bastard), and you definitely weren’t supposed to be making out with Harrison.

“Keep an eye on him.” Harrison whispered into your ear. He slowly and teasingly kissed his way down your neck, smirking against your skin as your body involuntarily pressed further into him when he found your sweet spot. You kept your eyes on Le Chiffre, watching him move throughout the room, but Harrison’s lips moving on your neck made it hard for you to focus. Feeling him nip at your skin, you shifted your hand, pushing the end of your gun against his back.

“I’ll shoot you if you leave a hickey.” You mumbled.

“Give me a matching scar, yeah?” He murmured, his hand trailing down to your hip, pressing gently over where he knew your bullet wound scar was. You clenched your jaw at his words, and he went back to kissing your neck. He seemed to be rather enjoying this optimal situation for spying on Le Chiffre. You, on the other hand, were still conflicted about if you did like it or not. While it wasn’t a bad thing to have his hands and lips all over you, you still felt-

“Harrison.” You breathed out, your eyes trained on Pussy Galore as she stood from her table, her own eyes never leaving Le Chiffre. Harrison pulled back to look at you, his lips slightly swollen from their work.

“What did you just call me?” He asked, and you bit back a groan from your slip up. This whole time, you’d done so well at keeping this somewhat professional, but his damn lips had an effect on you. A smirk grew on his face as he noticed your hesitation. “You just said my first name, Y/N.”

“Galore just got up.” You said quietly, eyes flickering over to the woman dressed in gold, who was stalking over towards Le Chiffre at the bar. You quietly cocked your gun, hand still nuzzled in his jacket. You looked at him as a way to ask for permission to shoot- not really caring if you shot Galore or Le Chiffre.

“Don’t.” He said softly. “M said-“

You started to move your hand out from his jacket and he quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you from pulling it out all the way. You glared at him, staring him down as a way to wordlessly will him to let go. Before either of you could budge on the subject, a gunshot rang out. Immediately, he dropped your arm, pulling out his own gun as you did the same, both of you jumping into action and aiming at the source.

Le Chiffre was dead. Galore had shot him in cold blood, in the middle of the gala. Oddjob took out the cameras as Galore shot at Le Chiffre’s men. In an instant, they were all dead, and Harrison pocketed his gun and quickly grabbed your hand.

“Come on, we need to go.” He said as crowds of people rushed out of the gala around you.

“We need to bring her in.” You argued, stepping towards her and he yanked your hand back, making you stagger. While your words made it seem like Galore was your priority, Harrison could see the anger in your eyes as you looked at Le Chiffre’s body- the same anger that comes from unsatisfied vengeance.

“If we go out there now, you’ll kill her or she’ll kill you. You’re-” Harrison paused, unsure if he should finish his sentence. His hesitation made you turn to him, questioningly.

“I’m what?” You spat. He sighed, tugging on your hand again, and this time you put your gun away and followed behind to the stairs- the elevators were unfortunately occupied by screaming civilians that neither of you wanted to deal with.

“You’re too emotional over this.” He said once the two of you got into the stairwell. “Y/N, you know this isn’t the right time to go after Galore. M specifically said to not go after her if you’re in this state.” “M? What did M tell you?” You questioned, dropping his hand as you two raced up the stairs. He immediately regretted his words; you were too perceptive for his own good.

“It’s nothing.” Harrison stated.

“If it was nothing, we’d be downstairs going after her.” You scoffed.

A tense, bitter silence remained between the two of you as you got back to the hotel room. You immediately grabbed a change of clothes and locked yourself in the bathroom, too infuriated by Le Chiffre’s death and whatever the hell M had told Harrison to really care about your partner. Equally annoyed at the situation, Harrison immediately took off his suit jacket, tossing it to the side.

“Call room service. We need more towels.” Harrison heard you shout from the bathroom. He let out a sigh, trudging over to the phone to call in the order. Considering there were approximately a dozen dead bodies downstairs in the banquet hall, he wasn’t that surprised when they didn’t pick up; the hotel certainly had other things to worry about.

“I’m going downstairs for them.” He called to you through the bathroom and grabbed his suit jacket, quickly tugging it on, not even waiting for a response before he left.

On the other side of the door, you let out a frustrated sigh at the fact that there were no bath towels- what kind of hotel forgets to put bath towels in a cleaned room? Hearing the door close, you peeked your head outside the bathroom to find that he had actually left. You grabbed your dress, now that you were changed into some comfortable leggings and a t-shirt for bed, and stuffed it back in your bag. You weren’t sure how long Harrison was going to be so you busied yourself with tidying up your luggage at least, but leaving out your weapons in case you needed them.

As for Harrison, his journey to the front desk for some more towels was cut short. The moment he stepped out of the hotel room, he ran into none other than Pussy Galore, no Oddjob in sight.

“Harrison?” Galore called out with a fond smile on her face as she recognized him almost immediately. If he didn’t know she was a spy for Goldfinger, he would’ve been creeped out by the fact that a woman who flirted with him in a bustling Monaco casino could recognize him here and now just a few days later in a Montenegro hotel.

“Pussy,” He smiled back at her kindly, doing his best not to give away anything. He knew who she was, but there was no telling if she knew about him. Effortlessly, he flicked on his charm, eyeing her up and down.

“What are you doing in Montenegro? Are you following me?” She joked, her laugh sweet like honey, perfectly hiding any underlying motives.

“I don’t know, darling. Are you following me?” He teased back.

“Maybe.” She smirked, and he believed her word for a moment before she continued, “No, I’m really here for work. And you?”

“Wanted a bit of a vacation.” Harrison lied, not like it mattered whether he told her the truth or not anyway. “I was about to head down and get some towels. Room service seemed to forget about my room.” He explained with a laugh, pointing down the hall towards the elevator. Galore placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“I have a few extra in my room. I could always bring them to you or you could come back with me?” She said sultrily. Harrison forced down a lump in his throat as he felt her lips brush his neck. He would’ve said yes, jumping immediately at the opportunity to spend a good portion of the evening with the ravishing woman, but he couldn’t- not when you were the only one on his mind, and you were just on the other side of the door. Galore pulled away from him, a playful smile on her face. “While you think about it, I’ll be in my room just down the hall, room 504.”

She left for her room without Harrison so much as moving an inch. He casually slipped back into your shared room, trying to think of how to tell you about his encounter. You looked over at him from your spot on the bed, where you had been flicking mindlessly through the tv channels.

“You’re back quickly.” You stated without even an attempt to hide your remaining annoyance at him. You stood up from the bed, eyeing him and the lack of towels in his hands suspiciously. As you studied his face, you immediately recognized the pink shade of lipstick now on his collar.

“I just ran into Pussy Galore.” Harrison said.

“Ran into her or made out with her?” You questioned.

“I did no such thing.” He scoffed, offended by your claim. “She invited me back to her hotel room.”

“So why are you here?” You rolled your eyes at him, making your way past him to go get the damn towels yourself. Harrison grabbed your wrist, pinning you and it to the wall, and your free hand flew to grab his neck, but he blocked it with his other hand. Before you could attempt to kick him away, his knees pressed into yours, making his entire body mold yours into the wall. You grumbled in frustration, “Get off me and go back to your whore of a girlfriend. Or, better yet, let me go kill her myself.”

“No, I won’t let you.” He bit back.

“Oh, that’s rich, you telling me what to do now. Is that what M put you up to? God, I loathe you.” You scowled at him.

“I loathe you.” Harrison muttered, and the room fell silent as the two of you breathed heavily, trailing from each other’s eyes to each other’s lips. While he still had your hands pinned to the wall, you leaned forward and kissed him.

The kiss was rougher than the previous one at the gala, but it was needier, steamier, more passionate, authentic. You let your tongue slip between your interlocked lips and into his mouth, feeling his body move even more into yours as you did so, hips moving ever so slightly against yours. He let go of one of your hands to grab the small of your back, and his other hand intertwined with yours, still keeping it against the wall. Your own free hand roamed his shirt collar before tugging at the hairs at the back of his neck. The whole kiss was so similar to the previous one, yet so different- it was the truly steamy kiss between the womanizer and the seductress.

After a few heated moments, his mouth left yours to trail hot kisses down your throat. His hand let go of yours to fist at the fabric of your shirt and pull you even further against him. You grabbed his shoulders and flipped the two of you so, now, he was the one against the wall, and you let your hands get busy under his shirt, ghosting over his abs in the process.

Feeling him start to suck on your sweet spot on your neck, you breathed out, “I swear to god if there’s a mark there tomorrow-“

“You’ll shoot me in the dick? What is it with you and hickeys?” He cut you off, pulling his head away from you to give his best shit-eating grin, one that made your knees feel weak. It soon shifted into his classic smirk, “If this goes any further, you could finally fulfill that fantasy of yours, angel.”

“Are you ever not an ass?” You questioned, before grabbing the back of his neck to crash his lips against yours.

Just as your fingers began to unbutton his shirt, there was a knock at the door. You both pulled away from each other, panting a little with slightly swollen lips. Not recognizing the knock as Q’s special one, neither of you moved.

“Harrison? It’s me.” Pussy Galore said from the other side of the door, knocking again. Your jaw dropped, and you glared at your partner.

“What the hell is she doing here?” You whispered angrily, quietly walking away from him and the hotel room door.

“I don’t know. She didn’t seem serious when she said-” He cut himself off, unsure of his train of thought not. Instead, he opted for fixing his shirt and his hair, getting all traces of your hands off him.

“When she said what?” You asked in a low voice.

“She said she’d bring towels or I could go back with her. Just, go wait on the balcony.” Harrison quietly urged you, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“You’re not seriously making me wait outside while Galore tries to hook up with you, are you?” You questioned, making him look at you in confusion.

“What? No, you wait on the balcony, and I’ll get rid of her, so we can, you know,” He gestured to the beds, “Continue.”

Your jaw slacked at his words, scoffing, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Is that not what that kiss was?” He asked, hurt flashing over his features. Galore knocked on the door again, pulling you both back to the reality of the situation.

“And here I was thinking you were more than just a womanizer.” You rolled your eyes at him, grabbing the prized gold flash drive from the side table and making your way to the balcony.

“Maneater.” He spat back like a little kid.

“You’re so vain.” You said in disbelief, quietly closing the balcony doors and he shut the curtain, blocking the view of you from the room. You leaned against the railing, looking at the five story drop- too high for you to want to jump to escape whatever twisted hookup was going on in your hotel room. Was it wrong of you to think of Galore as a whore when her job was the exact reflection of yours? Probably. Were you jealous that Harrison let her have a power over him? Nope. Were you missing the feeling of your partner’s soft lips against yours? Definitely not. You were just glad the balcony doors were thick enough that you couldn’t hear anything from inside, and that the balcony itself was angled in such a way, no one could see you from the ground.

“I thought you’d keep me waiting all night.” Pussy Galore said, a smirk playing on her lips, when Harrison finally opened the door. She had a single towel in her hand, keeping up the premise of her visit at least, and a bottle of champagne in the other. Harrison recognized it as the same brand from Monaco, confirming his suspicions tha yes, Galore knew exactly who he was. “Hope you don’t mind. I got this from room service for us.”

“I’m not much of a champagne drinker.” He replied, opening the door wide enough to let her in. He watched her carefully as her eyes flicked around the room. It was then he spotted the lipstick bag still out.

“I’m sorry, do you have company right now?” Galore asked as she took a seat at the edge of the bed anyway.

“Oh, no, just traveling with my sister.” He hoped she couldn’t see through his lie, but he couldn’t tell behind her sweet, yet cold eyes. He grabbed the bag of lipsticks, slipping a silver one up his sleeve, before putting away the bag as a whole, “But she’s not here tonight. It’s just us.”

At his inviting words, Galore set aside the champagne bottle and towel, and Harrison took that as a sign to get busy. As she laid on the bed comfortably, he climbed onto her, his lips finding hers. This would normally be the most thrilling part of his job with his hands wandering on a gorgeous woman as he devoured her taste, but somehow this felt wrong. His lips almost forgot what to do against Galore’s lips simply because they weren’t yours. While he was caught up in his head, Galore’s fingers found their way under his suit jacket. She grabbed his gun with ease, kicking him off her and rolling so she was on top of him, straddling his waist and pointing the gun at his head.

“Well, that was easy.” She breathed out. She leaned down, her chest pressed to his, keeping the gun threateningly close to his head. “Where’s the flash drive, 007?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered, not hesitating for a moment, and she pushed the gun barrel against his chin as she sat up again.

“So you want to do this the hard way then?” She questioned. She reached for the champagne bottle, no doubt filled with the same interrogation drug that you’d consumed. Harrison took the opportunity to grab the towel, twisting it around her neck. He had the upper hand as the gun dropped from her grasp. The towel, while it was slowly choking her, it wasn’t enough to kill her right then.

“Where’s Goldfinger?” He demanded, tightening his hold on the towel. She gasped for air, her cheeks beginning to turn red from the force. The small lipstick slipped from his suit, right into her hand. Harrison tried to grab it from her, but it was too late, she’d stabbed him with the thin needle, piercing straight into the vein in his arm. The tranquilizer worked quickly, and the towel dropped from his hands. Galore slowly got up, grabbing the gun that had been just barely out of reach. While she was distracted, with his last bit of energy, Harrison took off his watch, clicking it to the grenade setting and tossing it across the room towards the balcony, hoping it’d go off and you’d hear his sad call for help. He fell, landing on the bed, motionless. Galore said something, but it was all incoherent to him, and, as his vision blurred, all he could think about was you, standing out on the balcony, waiting for him to come back- he wasn’t going to come back, and his damn watch didn’t work.

Meanwhile, you tried to pass your time by keeping an eye out for Q, with your splendid view of the hotel parking lot. Surely, he should be here by now; and this flash drive in your hand wasn’t getting any less important. Your breath caught in your throat as you spotted that assassin, Oddjob, from earlier. He adjusted the hat on his head as he got out of a large van with blacked out windows. He walked over to a hotel exit where two men came out, carrying a knocked out Harrison. You felt your stomach churn as you watched them smuggle your unconscious partner into the van. As Oddjob got back into the driver’s seat, you looked down off the balcony. You knew you hadn’t gotten any closer to the ground, but you could hope that somehow the five story jump looked smaller.

You fumbled with the gold flash drive in your fingers. If you didn’t get this to Q, then MI6 would never know what Silva and Sciarra were hiding; all of this would be for nothing. Quickly, you took out your small pocket knife and took a deep breath before piercing it into your wrist, cutting out the small tracking device Q had installed in all of the agents. You knew he was tracking you with the device, but, now, you needed it to stay with the flash drive for him to find. Galore would be looking for you, and you’d either end up dead or captured with Harrison, so it wasn’t like you’d need to be tracked either way. It wasn’t your best plan, but Q would find the drive, which was much more important than you. You dropped the flash drive and the device into the plush garden bed on the ground below you, landing perfectly hidden in the flowers beside each other.

Looking up, you saw the van disappearing off into the night. You heard the balcony door slowly open, a man with a gun peeking out the door. Before he could shoot, you grabbed his hand with the gun, twisting his wrist to point at his heart. Your hand went over his finger and fired, killing him instantly. You grabbed the gun from his limp fingers, shooting another man inside the hotel room. Slowly, you stepped inside the room, not seeing anyone else inside. Galore stepped through the door, shooting at you and you ducked, rolling for cover behind a bed. It didn’t take long for you to run out of bullets, but you spotted Harrison’s watch lying thrown on the floor beside you. It was set to grenade, but it wouldn’t go off for a few more minutes. Still, it’d buy you time and a distraction. You threw it in Galore’s direction, and she laughed at the failed attempt.

“You missed.” She pointed out, and you rolled your eyes at the defective grenade. Before you could come up with another plan, Galore stood on the bed and grabbed you by the hair, yanking you to your feet. Using the height advantage, she kneed you right in the face. You grabbed hold of her wrist, jumping up to knock her over and to send the gun flying out of her other hand.

“What the hell did you do to my partner?” You questioned through gritted teeth, your hands finding their way to her throat as you shoved her against the mirror on the wall. You noticed the faint bruising on her neck already; smirking to yourself, you knew Harrison had to have been behind it. You pushed down the pit in your stomach over your concern of his fate, focusing your energy on the bitch in front of you.

“I’d ask how you managed to break the womanizer but, god, he was so easy to catch, it almost wasn’t fun.” She replied menacingly.

“Don’t call him that.” You snapped, shoving her against the mirror harder, her head breaking the glass. She let out a cry in pain as her perfectly blonde hair got tainted with blood; the small red sight was enough for you to repeat your actions, punching her in the gut as you did so. In your anger, you missed her fingers wrapping around the champagne bottle. She smashed it against your head and attempted to stab the broken glass into your neck, but you blocked her jab with your elbow, the motion causing the glass to slash across her eyebrow. You lost your footing as she kicked your knee and continued to attempt to stab you with the bottle. You bit back a scream as she stabbed the bottle into your healing bullet wound on your arm. Though your arm seared with pain, you were hit with the realization that this bitch in front of you was the one who shot you, and that reignited the same fire in you; first the sniper shot, then 009, and now Harrison- she was asking for it. You grabbed the bottle out of your arm, ready to use it as a knife against her.

Suddenly, the watch grenade went off, flying you and Galore to separate sides of the room. Landing near the door, you took the opportunity to flee. You held onto your arm, applying as much pressure as you could, as you staggeredly ran down the hall towards the staircase.

A couple of Galore’s men- or Goldfinger’s you weren’t sure who was calling the shots now, started coming up the staircase by the time you got to the second floor. You elbowed one in the face, grabbing the gun from his hands to shoot the other down before the gun dropped from both of your hands, falling down the staircase. Hearing the door open from the fifth floor, you looked up instinctively. The man across from you began to throw punches, and you jumped up, grabbing the bottom rail from the next set of stairs up and kicking him out the window.

The footsteps above you quickened, and you grabbed the gun from the dead man beside you before jumping out the window. You groaned, landing just wrong enough that your bad arm hit the gun. The man, who you had so gracefully kicked out the window, began to move and you quickly shot him the head. Cursing for not having the car keys on you, you got up and began running for the nearby parking lot. Just as you spotted a group of motorcyclists parking their bikes, you saw Galore and a couple more men barge out of the hotel room door.

“Hey!” Someone called after you as you got onto an empty motorcycle, starting it up and racing away. While you could hear the motorcyclists yelling indistinctly in the distance, you could also clearly hear three motorcycles and a sports car chasing after you. Turning down a busy street, you swerved to try to dodge their bullets and to get them off your damn tail. Galore had already taken Harrison, and now she was after you like an actual barn cat hunting a mouse, but in this case, you weren’t going to end up in her clutches.

One of the motorcycles caught up to you, driving right beside you. He got out his gun, holding the bike steady with one hand. Looking ahead, you saw an oncoming car, the bike beside you was going too fast to react. You elbowed him and grabbed his gun before swerving away. The other motorcycle crashed straight into the car. One down, two to go.

“Move! Move!” You shouted at the confused, screaming pedestrians you tried to dodge as you hopped onto a sidewalk. Galore and the other men stopped shooting, and you could indistinctly hear her barking out orders. You made a sharp turn left, nearly hitting a car that you dared to think was an Aston, onto a wide bridge. You glanced behind you and that car was definitely an Aston and that was definitely Q driving it as the car rammed straight into the second motorcyclist and then focused on pushing back the Audi that had been trailing you. Galore was the only one on the bridge with you. Your motorcycle hit a bump, but you didn’t react fast enough and got thrown from the bike, rolling along the hard asphalt.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” Galore spat angrily, yanking you up from your hair again- damn her and knowing how much that actually hurts. She pointed her gun at you, “Where’s the flash drive? I know Harrison doesn’t have it, so he must’ve given it to you.”

“Go to hell.” You bitterly replied. She hit you in the lip with the butt of her gun, busting your lip in the process. You spit up some blood, before kneeing her and making a run for the edge of the bridge. You looked down into the abyss of the river; it was too dark for you to even try to guess how far the jump was and you had no clue how deep the water was. Galore began to shoot at you, leaving you no choice but to jump. The minute you hit the crisp, cold water, you did your best to minimize your air bubbles and swam under the surface towards the bridge.

You weren’t sure how long you held your breath to keep yourself under the water and away from Galore’s bullets, but you knew you were thankful for your intense swim training years prior. Maybe you weren’t overexaggerating when you said you had the best lungs on MI6. You came up for air on the bank besides a tree and slowly pulled yourself out. Between the stab wound on your already vulnerable bullet wound and your own self-inflicted cut on your wrist, you were beaten up, and that wasn’t even accounting for the cuts and bruises on your knuckles, face, and legs. You had to go back for the flash drive. While it was most likely Q in that Aston, you weren’t sure if he’d made it out or if he’d actually follow your tracker now that he knows you’re nowhere near it.

You had barely made it a block into your cold journey back to the hotel when a car pulled up beside you. You were ready to fight whoever was inside, but your defenses dropped as soon as you heard the familiar voice from the rolled down window.

“Need a ride?”

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