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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year ago

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Part 18

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A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst...

Word count: 3k

A/N: Alright, I keep finding myself in a position where I need to apologize for what's happening. And apparently we're back to my usual habit of cockblocking my boys. So a special "I'm so very sorry" to @ellethespaceunicorn right now, because I know this is not what they wanted to happen 😂😂 Enjoy!

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“It's open.” As soon as you heard the gentle voice on the other side of the door, you sighed and reached for the door handle. “Hello, love, what has you up so late?” He asked out of politeness, of course; he knew exactly what was on your mind.

“I'm cold,” you said, despite knowing there was no way to hide why you were truly here. “And I can't sleep.” At least that wasn't a lie.

The look in Marshall's eyes asked you another question: What were you doing here?

“Mike's pulling an all-nighter for his extra credit assignment, August and Sherlock are at work, and…” Shit. You hadn't intended to make it sound like Walter was a last resort, or something. Part of your reason for showing up at his door was — indeed — that you didn't want to be alone, but you couldn't possibly describe how happy it made you that the current circumstances forced you into this uncharted territory. It would have been easier to curl up next to Sherlock, Mike or August, just because you'd done it before, when the simple truth was that you wanted to be with Marshall right now. You'd almost go as far as saying that some invisible force had pulled you from your bed and towards his room — even after you'd spent the better part of an hour trying to convince yourself that being by yourself in your own bed was just fine.

But it hadn't been ‘just fine’. And neither was standing around outside Walter's room, too scared to walk up to him and curl up on his bed.

Nervous fingers fidgeted with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing as you stared at your feet, too scared to ask for what you wanted. The one time you wanted him to read your thoughts and he just wouldn't?

“Why don't you come in?” he finally asked, after what seemed like an eternity, while he pulled the covers back. Even accepting the invitation was difficult, although you couldn't pinpoint why that was, exactly.

You got into bed with him, and — for reasons unbeknownst to you — curled up as far away from him as the space would allow.

“I'd say I don't bite, but…” he chuckled softly as he reached for your arm, gently brushing your skin with his fingertips.

“Walter,” you whispered, “I'm so sorry.” What were you even apologizing for?

“Good grief, come here, love!” He pulled you into his arms, and although there was a part of you that wanted to protest, you didn't. Couldn't. Perhaps a little sliver of your brain knew you shouldn't. “You have nothing to apologize for. I, on the other hand, do.”

Your confused expression prompted him to continue: “I took your advice and got over myself. I never meant to create any tension between us, and I apologize for the way I acted when I ran into you in the hallway last week. I promise you I don't have a problem being the last one —”

“You're not,” you interrupted. “Sherlock…”

“Talk to him,” Marshall said softly, clearly not intent on letting you in on whatever it was that he knew and you didn't. “All I'm trying to say is that I'm glad you didn't rush this. You're here because you're ready for whatever it is that we are, and I can't tell you how happy that makes me.” He pressed his lips to your temple, and a shiver rippled through your entire body. You felt it in your toes, and a soft moan escaped before you could stop it.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, “please.”

Marshall happily obliged, pressing his lips to yours — softly at first, but that didn't last long. He grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg up to his hip, crushing your body against his, while he deepened the kiss.

He was everything you dreamed he would be — a pleasant combination of rough and demanding, yet gentle and pliable. His scent invaded your senses like never before; a smoky, warm scent, that suited him perfectly. You moaned softly as his tongue danced with yours, and before you knew it, he turned the both of you around, trapping you underneath his body, pinning you to the mattress. His mouth left yours, and you mewled in short-lived disappointment as his lips moved to your neck, instead.

Then, he was gone.

“Get out.” His voice was dark and gravelly, almost a growl, and he was standing on the far side of the room. “Go to Mike’s room, lock the door, do not leave until Sherlock comes to get you.”

What the hell was going on here? “Darling, I’m not kidding. Go.”

You were paralyzed by fear as you watched what was so clearly a predator dig his nails into the wall of his room — and actually making dents with his fingertips. For the first time since you’d moved into the house — even counting the last time Marshall had had this intense a reaction to you — you felt like prey.

“Come on, Sweetcheeks, does he look like he’s joking?” Mike pulled you off the bed and a second later you were in his bedroom. “Fuck.”

“Mike, what the hell is going on?” you asked — several times, even, but no answer came. Mike simply tucked you into his bed, kissed your forehead and told you to go to sleep — which you were only able to do, eventually, because of the rhythmic clicking of Mike’s keyboard.

“Princess, we have come to the collective conclusion that Mike has done something incredibly dumb.”

“Well, now, there’s a surprise,” you chuckled, and Mike burst into laughter.

“It’s not funny, Mike,” Sherlock said calmly, an icy edge to his usually polite voice. “You nearly started a war between us.”

“I mean, he’s the one who—” Before he could finish his sneer at Marshall, August’s hand hit the back of Mike’s head. “Right. I’m sorry, what I did was wrong and irresponsible, and I need to think things through more often.”

“And then probably still ask a grown-up if it’s a good idea,” August muttered just loud enough for you to hear.

“Boys,” you warned them — alright, mostly August, “what is this about?”

“He marked you,” Sherlock said, his voice grim and his brow furrowed as he gestured at the side of your neck, where Mike’s bite had left two small, round scars. “We hoped it wouldn’t matter — our optimism was foolish, of course. I’ve hated those scars for weeks, and I can’t imagine August is much of a fan, either.” He sighed deeply and leaned forward, resting his head in his hands as he let out a frustrated groan.

“We should have done something immediately,” August muttered.

“Well, yes,” Sherlock agreed, “but we didn’t. We’re lucky no one got hurt.” He was looking at you. He was talking about you. Who else would get hurt?

“What do we do now?” you asked carefully. It was easy to read the room; the guys were tense, Mike looked incredibly guilty, and Marshall was still actively avoiding looking at you.

“First, princess, we give you another vampire-lesson,” August snarled, “that Mike will be forced to sit through as a refresher-course on why we don’t do this, even though he knows exactly why that is. Then, the three of us” — he gestured at himself, Sherlock and Walter — “sit back and enjoy the show while you tear him” — he pointed at Mikey — “a new one. Then you decide what you want to do, although we do have a… proposal of sorts.” You almost missed the devious glint in his eyes.

“Mike, why?” you whispered about ten minutes later, when Sherlock had finished his explanation.

“I love you, I didn’t want to lose you to them… Didn’t work anywhere near as well as I’d hoped, I have to admit, but—” You rolled your eyes and raised a hand to shut him up.

“Mike, do you have any idea how incredibly violated I feel?” What had he been thinking? That the inescapable explanation of how marking was the vampire equivalent of pretty much marriage would have resulted in a simple shrug from you as you went on with your life, happily tied to your vampire hubby for eternity? He wasn’t that stupid, right? Was he?

“Ow, fuck!” Apparently, you were incredibly stupid. Hitting a vampire? Really? “August, break his face for me, would you?”

“My pleasure, princess,” August chuckled, “but I’m afraid we’re here to avoid bloodshed.”

“He basically married me without my consent! How can you even do that? Someone tell me if the wooden stake thing is real!”

“You can try stabbing him with a chopstick later,” August said, “right now, we need to fix this.”

How in the world would you even begin to try to fix this?

“The first option would be to undo this,” Sherlock said calmly, “but one of us will have to match the previous bite, which will hurt, and it will damage your relationship with Mike, for the time being.”

“And the second option?” As much as you thought he was an asshat and a total clown for doing this to you, you didn’t want your relationship to suffer…

“That would bring us to the proposal August talked about before,” Marshall said. As it turns out, the word ‘proposal’ was far more accurate than you had expected.

“Vampires don’t have the habit of getting down on one knee, princess,” August said with a smile, which turned back to a grim expression as he continued to speak: “But we do tend to discuss this with our potential partners beforehand, Mike.”

“I know, August!” Mike suddenly snapped. “I made a mistake!”

“Yet another,” August mumbled so low you could barely hear him.

“August, lay off him!” you yelled, surprising yourself as you did it. “He’s right. He made a mistake, and a pretty damn stupid one, but you guys don’t have half the right that I do to get mad at this jerk right now.” Mike pouted at you, clearly a little disappointed with what you’d just said.

“Fine,” August sighed. “What I was trying to say is… we would all like to have what Mike has.”

“Yet again,” Mike muttered.

“Mike, not helping,” you hissed over your shoulder before turning to the guys. “I couldn’t be happier, guys.” Of course you wanted to be with them forever!

“We do want you to understand that, although not legally binding, these marks are a symbol of a significant emotional commitment," Sherlock explained. “You shouldn’t think lightly of this.”

“We understand if you have questions or reservations,” Walter added. “And we feel that some introductions should be made before we proceed with any of this, anyway.”

Introductions? To whom? Was there another part of their coven you hadn’t met yet?

“There are some other members of our family you haven’t met,” August added. Ah, right. Sometimes, you hated being right.

The guys looked up when Mike cleared his throat. “Maybe a good first step would be to, eh… undo the damage I’ve done.” His lip was trembling and he had trouble looking August in the eye.

“What? No!” you protested. Hadn’t he heard Sherlock say it would damage your relationship? Was he willing to risk that?

“Sweetcheeks,” Mike said as he put his hands on your hips and pulled you close, “if you love me half as much as I know you do, you’ll come back to me.”

“Back?” you stammered. Were you going to lose him completely? Because if that were the case, then your answer to this was no, no, no and a thousand times no.

“Not completely,” Marshall said softly, “but things will probably change. That said, I do believe he’s right. And I mostly don’t think we can ask you to jump into something with the three of us just because of a little fuck-up.”

“Major fuck-up,” August unhelpfully added.

"August, enough!” Sherlock snapped. It was always impressive to see how the guys reacted when he lost his temper a little, and it made you a little proud to be with him.

“He’s the patriarch of the household,” Marshall explained, reading into your thoughts, “it comes with the perk that he can order us around and it’s extremely difficult for us to ignore him.”

“I don’t enjoy exercising that power,” Sherlock said, “and I hardly consider it a perk.”

“She thinks it’s sexy, though,” August said, winking at you.

“Shut up, August,” you snapped, and — to your surprise — he shut his mouth, although it didn’t look like he did so of his own volition. A result of the lingering effects of your status as household smoothie, perhaps?

“Maybe,” Marshall answered your unasked question. “Although I believe it’s not uncommon for Naturals to slip into a vacant reigning position.” He raised a questioning eyebrow at Sherlock, who confirmed his statement.

“Don’t overdramatize it,” August huffed, “it’s just because she’s the only, and therefore eldest, woman in the coven.”

“Hm, nice and heteronormative,” you noted. The others laughed.

“It’s much more flexible than you might think from this short introduction,” Sherlock explained. “I’ve been around enough covens to have witnessed all kinds of configurations in coven hierarchy. Up to and including a very charismatic non-binary individual who miraculously eliminated any need for a second leader. Highly uncommon, but absolutely fascinating, we—”

“Sherlock,” August interjected, “the point?”

“The point, dear August,” you said with a coy smile, “is that this may not be because I’m the only woman in the house.”

“Ignore August,” Marshall said, and the guys laughed again when you pointed out that you usually did ignore him, “he’s just bitter that he loses his status the second Sherlock sets foot in the door.”

“At least when it’s Charles, there’s a bit of a struggle to it,” August admitted.

“Charles, your father?” you asked, only to be met with four sharp hisses.

“Don’t,” Sherlock said with a sweet chuckle to his voice, “please. I beg you, don’t complicate coven dynamics with human ideas of family relations.”

“Oh, I’ve heard this speech before,” you said before he could continue. “But he was born, not created. What else am I supposed to think?”

“I think describing Charles as my father is reasonable,” August said to your — and Sherlock’s — surprise. “It’s what I typically call him — although not to his face. But I also think it’s rather important to not read into it too much. Succubi are incapable of love, and Charles was little more than a glorified sperm donor, but I am his biological offspring, and by human definition that would mean he is my father.”

“But we’re not reading into that, huh?” you asked sarcastically. What was the big deal, anyway? How complicated could the comparison with family make things to begin with?

“Darling,” Marshall said with a smile so kind it immediately became obvious to you that he was about to say something rather disturbing. “Sherlock turned me, and I turned Mike. Now, how would you like hanging on to that comparison if it meant you kissed your boyfriend’s grandfather and were well on your way to fucking his dad?”

Judging from the way they started laughing, you must have looked well and truly mortified. They were right — of course they were! After all, they’d had centuries of experience with this. It had been completely foolish of you to assume you were somehow right about this while they weren’t.

“Yeah, I get it now,” you muttered, although your mind wouldn’t let go of the comparison just yet, which meant you felt really weird about your relationship with the guys now, for the first time in a while.

“Maybe this will make it easier to let go of the thought,” August said when he sensed your distress. “Suppose one of us were to turn you,” — you knew it was foolish to hope he wouldn’t sense how happy that thought made you, but you hoped for it anyway — “would you ever consider him a parent?”

No. The simple and honest answer to that question was a resounding negative. In fact, you were sure nothing would change about the way you saw these guys. Unconsciously, you moved closer to Mike on the couch, and he wrapped an arm around you. It was safe there, knowing he knew what you wanted. The look the others shared let you know that they knew it too, but no one seemed prepared to bring it up at this point in time.

“To get back to the matter at hand,” August finally said, “because some of us have things to do… Mike, are you sure this is what you want?”

Mike looked at him for a moment and sighed in frustration. “It’s the last thing I want! But it needs to happen. What I did was wrong, and I took away her choice, and if we’re going to do this, I want us to do it right.”

“Mike, I don’t want to lose you.” You wrapped your arms around him as you spoke.

“You won’t.” He sounded so sure of it that you found yourself agreeing to his proposal without even realizing it, taking it as a good sign that the others didn’t try to stop you. It couldn’t be a horrible idea if Sherlock was on board with it, right? “August, would you…”

August nodded and got up, appearing next to you on the couch a fraction of a moment later. “Right now?”

“I think it would be best to rip this Band-Aid off as quickly as possible,” Sherlock said. Were you imagining things, or did he sound a little bit anxious about the whole thing after all?

“This is going to hurt, princess,” August warned you. “And there is nothing I can do about that.” He quietly moved his lips to the side of your throat, where Mike had marked you, and you prepared for the bite — which was difficult, as you had no real idea of what to expect.

Whatever you had expected, however, wasn’t the excruciating pain you felt when August’s fangs pierced the scarred skin, and you couldn’t help but cry out in agony. Even when his teeth withdrew again, the feeling of being stabbed with a red-hot poker remained, only very minimally soothed by the feeling of August’s tongue against your neck.

You slumped back into the couch and looked to your side, where Mike was sitting, and as soon as you locked eyes with him, it was as if something between the two of you snapped.

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lonely-lost-soul · 2 years ago

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A MuTON of Problems

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Chapter 5: Meet the Family

Donnie walked into your room the soup cradled gently in his hands, throat dry as you looked up from your phone with sparkling eyes. “Hey, Don,”

“Hey yourself. Soups on please are careful it’s temperature is exceeding warm.”

“Just say it’s a hot dork.”

“It’s hot.” His lips cracked with an awkward smile, “I need to talk to you about something.” He started slowly handing you the soup and the spoon he had brought with him watching as you blew softly on the liquid before placing it in your mouth. You made a pleasant noise of contentment before motioning for Donnie to continue. “I’m in love with you,”

You choked on the soup essentially spraying it everywhere, Donnie tutted brow furrowing,

“You spilled it!”

“No shit Sherlock! Donatello, you can’t just say shit like that!”

“But it’s the truth?” He tilted his head to the side watching as your face turned a dark scarlet, “My point is if you’d let me get there,” Donnie eyed your dazed expression, “Is that all my brothers also happen to be in love with you.”

“Even Mikey?!”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“Um, Wow okay this is a lot of information to process while eating soup.” You let out a breathless laugh running your hands through your messy hair, “I can’t believe I’m about to have this conversation-”

“Micheal already told me it would not be ideal for you to force yourself to choose one of us. If you happened to like all of us, he also told me it would be impolite for me to keep them from seeing you-”

“You’ve been keeping them from seeing me-”

“Not the point. So if this is going to work I need to hear where you stand on some things. Numero uno!” He held up one of his fingers as you desperately tried to shake off your confusion, “Is this…polyamorous situation something you would be interested in…if so I suppose I would not be opposed to sharing you with my brothers under a few conditions. Numero two!” Donnie held up his second finger, and your head was spinning, “Those conditions are as followed!”

“Donnie-”

“Since I was the first to meet you I would like to call dibs.” Donnie clicked his tongue the only hint of embarrassment on his face was a soft red color. “If you would allow me I want to be your first kiss, first boyfriend. The bottom line is I knew you first, I’m clearly the better sibling therefore I get you before all my brothers.”

“Hold on-”

“Plus I’m the smartest so I would need to teach you all about turtle anatomy and how we do things-” Donnie let out a started sound feeling warm lips against the cold skin of his mouth, and his pupils blew to monumental sizes. Your hands wrapped around the top of his plastron as you pulled him close, Donnie’s head was fuzzy and as your chest pressed against his he could feel your heartbeat flutter against him. “Ah-”

“Stop talking for a minute.” You pulled away keeping your hands splayed on his plastron, Donnie’s head was fuzzy and filled with mush. All the science and math he kept stored in his brain felt like it was melting out of his ears making room for you and how your lips felt against his own. “Don you’re losing yourself in the details, you’re making love out to be a science. Love isn’t a science it’s a feeling. Tell me how you feel.” He opened his mouth to respond, “About me.” Your hands trailed down his arm taking his hand within your own and holding it out to your chest. He was able to ground himself a little bit by feeling your heartbeat against the back of his hand subtly brushing against your breasts.

He swallowed his throat going dry, Donatello was the science guy, he wasn’t the romance guy. Donnie tended to leave those ideas for idiots like Leo or dreamers like Mikey and Raph, but here he was standing in front of the girl of his dreams hand pressed snuggly on her chest. Her hand squeezes his gently every so often to keep him grounded in the conversation, “I’m not good with words.” He huffed out, “But I’m not a coward, I want to be with you. Romantically. You’re witty and you’re not afraid to put me in my place, which is hot, research has proven that.” Donnie felt himself flushing as your heart sped up under his hand, “You care about me and are a science nerd and will always listen to me ramble about my interests, unlike my brothers.” Donatello felt himself take a breath, “If you want to meet my brothers I don’t mind. If you want to date them too that's fine but I’m possessive.” His jaw clenched a little, “But I’ll do anything to make you happy and I love my brothers. So I suppose if anyone I’d want it to be them because they’re good people.”

“But?” You urged softly, with no judgment in your tone, only gentle probing that made Donnie’s heart pound in his ears.

“What if you stop liking me? I’m not funny like Leo, strong and brave like Raph, or sweet like Mikey. I’m grumpy and stubborn and the jokes I make go over everyone's heads because social cues are difficult. The only good thing about me is I’m good at science, I’m good at making things.”

“Don…” You spoke tenderly using your free hand to tilt his head upwards, “You don’t give yourself enough credit.” You clicked your tongue and he wilted a little under your gaze, “You’re one of the funniest people I know. Your humor is just different, it’s witty and sarcastic and by all means clever. I’ve never once thought you weren’t strong or brave, not just because I’ve felt your biceps before Dee. I’ve also seen firsthand how bravely you fight in battle just to look out for your brothers. I even told Mikey earlier, you’re one of the sweetest guys I know. You always check up on me when I have to walk back from my night classes making sure I’m home safe, you upgraded my phone in case of Purple Dragon emergencies and I don’t even know what that means.” You laughed fondly scratching under his chin lightly, as he felt himself involuntarily churr at the gesture. “You’re always gonna be my Donatello, I can’t promise you’ll be first for everything. Life will get in the way, I do want to meet your brothers I made good connections with all of them but they’re just connections. I do want to meet them and get to know them and if things happen they happen. How does that make you feel?”

“Fine. As long as I’m always by your side for as long as you’ll allow me.” Donnie whispered softly, “I’ll be your first and if things go towards multiples then they do, and if they don’t. I’m alright with both outcomes.”

“Okay…so..?”

“Kiss me again?”

“Will you call your brothers?”

He groaned pressing the top of his head into your shoulder, he let out a little nod against your skin. “Good boy,” you cooed feeling his whole body shiver under your touch, he pulled away purple eyes shining slightly with delight. You smiled pecking his lips in another kiss, this time he was prepared and slyly put his arm around your waist holding you in place. Ever the gentleman his hand rested right above the slope of your ass, fingers happily drumming on your lower back in delight. His other hand cupped your cheek, his cold skin was a delightful contrast to your burning face,

“How about…” Donnie murmured against your lips before trailing kisses down your neck, “We make out a little then I summon my brothers?”

“Tempting offer Dee, but if we don’t do this now it’ll never happen.” You pointed out biting back a sound as he nipped at the supple flesh of your neck, “You’re such a brat.”

“Careful throwing that word around Pookie.” Donatello mused, “if we want to get anything done tonight.”

“Just call them!” You squeaked flustered beyond belief, as Donatello churred pulling you into his lap on the bed. His arms settled in your lap as he pressed a few buttons on the contraption on his wrist, “They’ll be here soon.”

“What did you tell them?”

“Nothing just the coordinates to your house.”

“DEE!” Mikey called before you could respond opening your door a worried expression on his face, “Leo and Raph are going to-”

Donnie covered your face with his arm as the glass window in your room shattered into pieces. Leo and Raph burst into your room, weapons blazing and glowing, eyes stark white with no pupils visible. “You two are so dramatic,” Donnie tsked looking down at you a specific twinkle in his eye,

“You did that on purpose.” You scolded moving his arm out from in front of my face, “You broke my window I’m not getting my deposit back!”

“I didn’t break your window, Leo and Raph did.”

“Ough boy…” Leo murmured staring straight at you, you flushed a little under his gaze. The reality of how you looked hit you right then, was a mess. Hair a rat's nest, bags under your eyes, and wearing your least flattering pajamas. You broke your gaze from a shell-shocked Leo and glanced over at Raph who was giving you the dopiest grin of his life, with nothing but adoration in his eyes. It instantly made you relax,

“Hi, Big Guy.”

“Raph missed you!”

“I saw you yesterday!” You giggled and you could practically feel Donatello rolling his eyes,

“Hold on, hold the phone, you know Raph AND Donatello!” Leo gawked, “and ‘Angelo!?” He yelped finally noticing his youngest brother also in the room with all of you, “Do you know my dad too? I thought what we had was special!”

“Oh no, no.” You wilted a little waving your hands in front of your face, “It’s complicated and Donnie didn’t wanna tell everyone-” Donnie suddenly grabbed your hands not even noticing that you were picking at the skin of your nails.

“We’re dating.” Donatello said bluntly and both Raph and Leo seemed to choke on their own spit and wilt, “We met when I was sneaking into April’s college classes. The same day she met you in the ally Leo.”

“And you didn’t tell me!” Leo argued brow furrowing in annoyance, jaw set in frustration, “Dude what the fuck you knew how I felt about her!”

“Yes, and I wasn’t about to lose her friendship with you brother of mine. No offense but you’d scare her off.”

“You bitch-”

Raphael coughed grabbing Leo by the back of his shell, as he attempted to launch himself at Donatello who didn’t even blink at the lunge. “So all this time we all liked the same girl is that what I’m getting at?” Raph said slowly looking over at you for confirmation,

“Yeah. But Donnie just asked me out today, both he and Mikey explained how all you felt or maybe still feel about me.”

“But…” Donnie huffed, “Mikey had a talk with me, and because I am such a good brother I’ve-” You elbowed him in the side of his shell and he grunted, “We have decided that we’d be open to an attempted polyamorous relationship with all of you if it’s something you want.” He huffed, and placed a hand on top of your head, “She’s expressed her interest and I’m okay with it if it’s you guys.” The two brothers other than Mikey blinked slowly at Donatello and then blinked at you who flustered under their gazes.

“So lemme get this straight,” Leo made a sweeping motion with his hand before snickering, “Heh never thought I’d say that.” He preened hearing your little giggle at his joke, Donnie only groaned in response.

“You’re both terrible.”

“Homophobic.” Both you and Leo said simultaneously, a deadly serious look on your faces before you both burst into a fit of giggles. Donnie heard Mikey coo softly at your laugh completely steamrolling Donnie to wrap you into a hug. Donatello barked out a sound of protest tensing at Michelangelo's sudden touch his feet almost kicking him straight in the face.

“You are too cute! Your little laugh! Adorable!” They praised rubbing their cheek against your own in pure delight. “Isn’t she just the cutest?”

“Mikey stopppp.” You whined embarrassment plain on your features as he curred pleasantly against your skin, you felt him vibrate against you. “You’re embarrassing me!”

“Get used to that.” Raphael chuckled deeply causing you to turn to look at him, “Mikey’s gonna embarrass you every time you go out. It’s their thing.”

“Showing my admiration and love isn’t embarrassing it’s sweet!” He tried to defend himself but Raph only laughed. The snapping turtle mutant took a few steps closer to you and sat down on his knees, even kneeling he seemed to encompass the entire room.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” His hand rested against your knee, “We’re lovers at heart and get attached rather quickly.”

“I have a lot of love to give if you’ll let me share it all with you.” Raph hummed his large tail thumped against the floor causing the decorations in your room to wobble.

“Raph be careful.” Donnie barked his hand resting on top of Mikey’s back, gently scratching at the scutes of his shell, “She likes her things a certain way.”

“Well, we wouldn’t know that Mr. Secret keeper.” Leo rolled his eyes sliding up in between your legs to rest his head on your plush thigh, “So princesa, fancy seeing you here.”

“In my apartment or between my thighs?”

“Hm. Both.” He grinned cheekily and you snickered shoving her hand against his face, his grin only widened seeing your flustered expression. “So considering I still need to woo you, you’ve ever been to the Hidden City?”

“The what?”

“You’re not taking her to the Hidden City.” Donnie snapped, “You’re gonna get her killed.”

“Yee of little faith-”

“It’s not little faith if statistically you always come back wounded, or burned, or almost eaten-”

“Yada yada blah blah blah shut your mouth.” Leo barked flushing red, “mi dios hermano is it your sole goal in life to make me look back in front of our girlfriend?”

“Watch it, she didn’t agree to be your girlfriend yet.” Donnie bristled,

“Ah is that jealousy I smell?”

“Go suck a dick.”

“Man I wish.” His grin was splitting as he looked at Donnie, then seemingly up at you for confirmation and validation. He got it because you were doubled over laughing head resting on Mikey’s shoulder hand brushing against the back of Raph’s shell. All four mutants stared at you fondness shining in their eyes and all of them seemed to speak to one another through the look, all on the same exact page.

In the end, If she chooses one of us or all of us, she is someone worth protecting. No matter what happened you had them besides you all you had to do was ask. It was scary how much you already had them wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it. Mikey churred fondly nudging his head against your cheek, “So which one of us gets to take you on a date first? Personally, I say Donnie goes last.”

“What why! I’m literally the only one of you she is officially dating,” He bit back crossing his arms over his chest.

“If anything it should be me.” Leonardo chimed with a fond hum tracing your inner thigh with the pad of his fingers. “I’ve had to wait for the longest to see her again thanks to someone,” He shot a glare at Donnie, “being a possessive prick.”

“Language.” Raph scolded shivering a little as your fingers dug into a sensitive spot on his shell he didn’t even know he had. “But that’s, unfortunately, the fairest scenario, we should do how we met ‘er, but Don goes last ‘cause of what Leo said.”

“Soff this is the betrayal of the highest order.”

“Donnie it’s okay,” Your voice was a soft coo as you calmed him, all the brother's jaws dropped as they watched their brother shut his mouth and breath out through his nose. “You know you’re always welcome to meet me here anytime.”

“And we’re not?” Leo pouted and Mikey tilted his head up,

“Yeah totally unfair dudette! We should be able to visit you just like Donathan!”

“Aw Mikey,” You cooed pressing the palms to his round cheeks and squeezing them slightly, “Only my boyfriends or girlfriends can come over uninvited. You’ll get there eventually I’m sure so long as you keep being sweet as pie.”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Good boy.”

“Call me that holy shit-”

“Leo!” Donnie and Raph both snapped at his brother as you flushed a brilliant shade of red.

“You’re such a pervert, treat ‘er like a lady at least.” Raph grumbled, “did dad and I teach you nothing?”

“Almost virtually when it comes to dating,” Leo scoffed before winking up at you, “Lucky I’m a fast learner you gonna be able to teach me new things mamacita?”

Before you could respond Mikey let out a small hum, “interesting considering you slept with half the Hidden City.”

“Hahaha. JOKING! He’s joking!” Leo was burning as you sent him a hesitant look,

“I’m not one to slut shame.”

“SLUT SHAME?!”

All the brothers minus Leo began to cackle at your response as Leo groaned a pout settling deep on his face. “This sucks, I can’t believe I was betrayed this way, and by my own flesh and blood.”

“And oozequito DNA.” Donnie mused, “scientifically speaking of course.”

He watched you hum softly, “One of my professors has been itching to get her hands on…what did you call it Dee?”

“Oozequitos,” He supplied noticing the spark in your eyes in a way that said you were about to info dump on the lot of them. Donnie’s skin practically buzzed,

“Yes! That! She wants to study what it’s made of and how it’s working to turn people into mutants and who it affects. So it’s a little bit of bio and a little bit of chemistry.” Your arms flailed out in front of you, and Donnie could already tell Leo was biting back a groan at the science talk. Mikey was smiling up at you dopey, just happy you were talking and Raph was doing his best to listen intently to your fixation. “And obviously finding a sample of the little shits- sorry Big Guy- is super hard without getting yourself bitten and turned mutant,” Donnie hummed to know he was still listening but it was hard to when you were beaming like a star.

“I can’t believe we found and wanna date a female Donnie, I’m gonna have a crisis about this later,” Leo grunted and Donatello kicked him,

“She’s a creative writing major actually.”

“All hope is not lost!” Leo watched you flush and shrink in on yourself,

“Sorry I can get a little carried away. I’ll tone it down and not talk about it-” All the brothers looked at Leo like he committed a murder, he swallowed thickly trying not to think about how dejected you looked to be shut down.

“Ah, n-no worries princesa. I just don’t understand a lot of the science junk-er stuff- that you and Donatello like, it’s not that I’m not interested just can’t process it.”

“No!” You waved your hands in distress, “It’s okay really! Not everyone likes this stuff, no science talk when with Leonardo! File that away!”

Leo frowned the bridge of his nose twitching uncomfortably, he didn’t want you to not talk to him about your passions. That didn’t exactly sit right with the slider either, “I mean…” He attempted to backpedal as Raph raised a brow at him. “You’re passionate about it so don’t force yourself not to share. I’m interested in getting to know you, all of you.”

“Oh. Ha!” You squeaked, “is it hot in here I think it’s hot in here.” Your entire body felt like it was on fire due to the genuineness of Leo’s tone, and in turn, the smug look on his face flustered you further.

“Maybe you should undress then- OW.”

“Leonardo enough.” Raph growled, and he huffed in response, “She’s gonna ditch you before you even get ta go out on a date with ‘er.”

“I would if I were her.”

“Donnie.” Both Mikey and you said in a challenging tone to twitch he rolled his eyes dramatically,

“Okay, so I suppose this would be the next step right? Do you guys want my number?”

“Yes!” All three men shouted simultaneously, eagerly pulling out their phones, or what you assumed were their phones considering how weird they were built. All three phones were passed around and you received chimes of them texting you almost immediately, you made their contacts.

“Everyone smile!” You giggled snapping pictures of each of the brothers, Mikey was sticking out his tongue with his cheeks completely puffed out. Raph was giving a sweet peace sigh cheeks flushing a soft pink, meanwhile, Leo was giving you finger guns and a wink. They all soon snapped a picture of you as well and put their contacts into their phone,

Leo put your name as: Princesa

Mikey put your name as: Honey

And Raph put your name in as: Doll

“What’s my name on your phone Dee?” You asked glancing over at him, his cheeks flushed,

“Scoff it’s your name obviously. There is no need for frivolous pet names when yours is perfect the way it is.” He lied, not very smoothly, his phone felt like it was burning a hole in his pants your contact photo was you in the sweater dress he name and your contact name was embarrassingly enough ‘Pookie.’

“Aw Don that’s so sweet!” You cooed eyes twinkling mischievously, you knew Donatello’s lying face he had a nickname for you in his phone you were sure of it. You were also sure that if you asked Leonardo would do some recon for you and tell you what the name was, and two could play this game, Donatello. “Your name is something different in my phone I guess I should change it back to your name…” You knew damn well you didn’t change the name from what he had originally put in your phone but his frantic head shakes and protests still made you giggle. “Alright, you make a compelling point. I’ll keep it as it is,” You hummed softly figuring you now needed to think of a cute contact name for your boyfriend. He shifted forward in order to bonk his head against your own forehead with a huff.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe a little.”

“Blegh gross.” Leo stuck out his tongue,

“Permission to beat the shit out of him?”

“Permission granted if you take it outside.”

“Hey!” Leo stood up on his knees, “Babe let’s not get too hasty here. We wouldn’t wanna ruin my pretty face right?” You looked thoughtful and sweat began to appear on his brow, “right!” You reached out to take his chin in your hand, he pouted but relaxed in your grip.

“I wouldn’t dream of it Leo. At least not until after our first date,” You stuck your tongue out at him and he flopped dramatically into your lap. That got a soft chuckle from Raphael, and you felt his tail wrap around your calf, warmth filled your heart as you were surrounded by your boys.

“(Y/N)!”

Your eyes snapped open “fuck, ass, shit.” You sputtered and all the boys winced slightly not just at your colorful language but at the other person who was clearly calling your name, “That’s my roommate-”

“We gotta go we can’t risk being found out.” Raph looked at his brothers who all nodded, looking serious, he smiled down at you softly. “See you soon doll-SHIT!”

“Rapheal!” Mikey squawked as he watched his brother slide backward on a figure he knocked over earlier falling to the ground with an earth-shaking thump. You even let out a sound as you flew up a little on the bed Donnie used one of his claws to grab onto your shirt. The door to your bedroom was kicked open with a BANG, and your third and final roommate stood in the doorway hands on her hips. Blonde hair curled around her shoulders a stubborn pout settling on her lips, her eyes passed over all the visitors in your room eyebrow twitching in frustration.

“You should’ve told me we had guests.” She whined, “I got so scared I thought I was gonna have to kick some ass!” She reached behind her back only to show she was holding a rather sharp kitchen knife. You heard Leo audibly gulp from beside you, all the turtles by your side remained eerily quiet eyeing Blux’s movements carefully.

“Er…sorry?”

“You should be sorry!” She argued, “I thought I taught you better. Hi!” Blux chirped smoothing out any wrinkles in her outfit, “I’m (y/n)’s wife. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Wife!?” Donnie choked,

“She’s joking! Blux!” You hissed as her eyes crinkled adorably as she laughed, fingers twitching at her sides. “Do you need something or..?”

“Finn needs his mama. He has a vet appointment ‘member?”

“I did not but I do now.” You sputtered untangling yourself from all the brothers, only Mikey let out an audible sound of distress. You stumbled over Leo who was still in between your legs, not even caring if your pajamas were less than flattering.

“You’re still sick-” Donatello argued suddenly and Raph bristled at the notion,

“Sick? She’s sick?”

“Hungover, from last night Raph. There’s a difference-”

“You shouldn’t be driving,” Mikey huffed softly, “I was gonna walk-”

“In your condition!” Leo gasped pressing a hand to his plastron, your eye twitched,

“I’m hungover, not pregnant.”

“Let us go with you at least.” Raph said softly, “We can follow close beside you. Make sure you get there and back safely, it’s late and it’ll be dark by the time you come back. Please?” All the brothers could see the soft flush flooding into your cheeks,

“Okay alright fine! You all can come, but I do not want one word about Finn.”

“Your turtle?” Mikey supplied unhelpfully, both Leo and Raph made a face,

“Not a word.” You huffed grabbing your jacket from your chair and slipping on your sneakers, “I’ve had him since I was a teenager.”

“Lips are sealed.” Leonardo hummed, “you just really like turtles then huh?” His arm slung around your waist pulling you out our bedroom door as you huffed. “I mean?” He motioned to himself with his other hand,

“Watch yourself Leo or you’ll no longer have Finnigan the Third visiting rights.”

“How dare you, that’s my son you’re talking about.”

“Is it too late to take back my offer?” Donnie groaned looking up at Raph while Mikey happily trotted after Leo and (Y/n).

“Sorry little bro. It’s way too late for that.” Raph laughed placing his hand on top of Donnie’s and giving him a noogie, which he began to protest rather forcefully.

“What just happened?” Blux murmured blinking at the spot where her roommate and the mutants once were, “is she fucking those turtles?”

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chronicbeans · 2 years ago

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Tired

A "Tales from the Iolite Hospital" short story

TW: Hospital Settings/Doctors, Mentions of Possible PTSD, Mentions of Pills and Needles/Syringes, Past Traumatic Experiences, Depression/Anxiety, Chronic Illness, Eavesdropping

I smile, sipping my tea and eating my breakfast. Yes, I am still a bit sleepy. I had a hard time sleeping last night because I heard screaming from the GI hall. It happens every Sunday night, though, so I am used to it. My hearing is just a bit more sensitive than most here and the sound of someone screaming bloody murder is not pleasant to fall asleep to.

I hear footsteps approaching, looking over to see Dr. Cogsworth. He stands next to me as I look down at him, his own eyes looking up at me. After a few seconds, he asks "Why is Aluminum so comfortable around you?" I raise an eyebrow, before scribbling down my response "Why do you ask?" Dr. Cogsworth pauses, before opening his mouth to speak his mind.

"I see him looking calm around you. I have even seen him allow you to carry him from place to place when he gets sick or tired. Meanwhile, with me, he is always tense and doesn't even let me pat him on the shoulder to try to comfort him. I try my best, I really do. I am not good at emotions, despite having them. Due to that, I am not good at comforting people, unless a cold, logical opinion is what they need. That is clearly not what Aluminum needs. I am not sure what you do, but there is something about you that comforts him, even if it is just for a little bit."

I nod slowly, before shrugging my shoulders. "You do not know?" I nod in response. "Okay... Well, I-" he pauses, looking behind him to see someone approaching. "I must go..."

He walks away as Aluminum walks up to me. He looks tired and depressed. The tray of food in his hands trembles as he holds it, with the small bowl of mashed potatoes and the dry, bland looking pancakes shaking around the plate. He sits next to me, placing it down on the table. Then, he takes the plastic spork, stabbing it into his mashed potatoes absentmindedly. "Good morning, Derek." I knock on the table, which is the little code we both have made so I can say "hello" quickly in times when he is too spaced out to look over to me. This is clearly one of those times.

I take a closer look at him, deciding to wait for him to talk first. He looks skinnier than the last time I saw him. His cheekbones are more clearly visible than before, as well as the bones of his wrist looking more prominent than before. Particularly the one on the back of his wrist... The ulna, I think? Either way, it seems like things are getting worse. All of a sudden, all of the scribbled on eyes on his gown move their irises as Aluminum looks at me. In a voice that portrays nothing but fatigue, he asks "What are you looking at?"

I pick up my notebook quickly, writing down my thoughts. "You are skinnier than before. That isn't good. Is something wrong? Is something on your mind?" He turns his head towards me, an angry look on his face as he says "No shit, Sherlock!" Then, he takes a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh "Sorry. I just... I haven't felt well. I haven't in years, but this is worse than usual." I nod, quickly writing back "None taken. What is on your mind?"

He raises a finger, frowning as he quickly scarfs down his mashed potatoes, letting out choking coughs here and there. Once he is done, he picks up the unopened carton of strawberry milk and pushes the rest of his tray away, having not touched the rest of his food. He then chugs the milk, taking small breaks to cough and hold his throat, before placing it on the tray.

He turns his head back to me, his eyebrows furrowed and a deep frown on his face. "I am so tired... Everything is going wrong in my life. I have never been this tired and stressed in my life, before. My body feels so heavy... It hurts to eat ANYTHING, now... And it also hurts to simply drink water... Which is made worse because I know, deep down, that that is exactly what I need to do in order to get my energy back." He raises his arms a bit, the eyes all looking at them as they shake "I feel so weak... I almost look like a skeleton! I still have SOME fat on me, thankfully. It's mostly in my thighs, but it is still there, so I can still take my dupilumab... But I just... EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG AND I FEEL LIKE SHIT!" He bangs his fists against the table, causing me to flinch.

He has always had a slight temper, yes, but there was always a warning before he had an outburst. He usually never really swears, either, instead using words like "freaking" or "crap" in place of swears. To see him go from sad and exhausted to suddenly heated and swearing is quite an unnerving sight. His voice raises in volume, slowly but noticably, as he continues "I am so done with this! I feel so horrible! I ALWAYS feel horrible! I'm scared! TERRIFIED AND MORTIFIED! I'm so scared but so empty and apathetic! I'm too tired to do anything... I can't... I can't do ANYTHING BY MYSELF, ANYMORE! I can't take care of myself!"

His head snaps back in my direction as he grips his wavy orange hair, the wings above his head fluttering in distress "I am so tired of everything, Derek! Tired of waking up and getting changed, tired of going to appointments, tired of everything... tired of living in this horrible, sickly body! Tired of waking up and being more tired than the day before...tired of getting out of bed... Tired of waking up." His grip on his hair tightens, his legs bouncing slightly as he finishes his thought off "And- And I'm so caught up in my misery that I can't focus on anything else but that! Not appointments, not conversations, not anything! I can't talk to anyone about it, either, because I don't want to be a fucking downer, or make it seem like my situation is worse than anyone else's! Everyone here is suffering in silence... Why should I be any different, hmm? Why should I get to talk about it?"

I think for a moment. Then, picking up my notebook, I write down the best response I can think of "You just heal better by talking about your problems. Nobody else talks about their problems because either they don't heal that way, they aren't comfortable enough to do so... or they feel the same way you do. They feel like since everyone else is silent, they can't talk about their feelings. Talking about your own feelings might not only help you, but help OTHERS, too!" I make sure to put a little smiley face to try to cheer him up a bit more. He reads it, growing quiet.

He sighs, leaning back against the seat. "I see... but with who? Who should I talk to? If we had mental health staff here, the answer would be easy, but we don't. So who should I talk to about my problems to?" I pat his shoulder, pointing at myself, before quickly writing my explanation "You already talk to me about a lot of things, such as your emotions. Since you feel comfortable enough to do that, I might be the best option, for now. I know that Dr. Cogsworth wants to help, but he isn't good at emotions."

Aluminum nods, sighing once again. He places his head against the table as he mutters "Yeah... plus, he's a small part of it, in a way. My problems, that is. I am sure he doesn't mean to be, but... God, the needles terrify me. Same with the pills. Like, I see them, then I have like... my brain goes through all the times I've choked on pills or have gotten them stuck in my throat. With needles, I like... I think about them for a split second, then I start having a mini heart attack. My breath quickens for a few moments, I start shaking... My thoughts are only on the needles. Dr. Cogsworth and the other doctors and nurses all say that the more I take my dupilumab, which is in a pen injection, I should be less and less afraid of them. Like exposure therapy. No, instead, I am getting MORE afraid of needles... I am at the point where I am screaming and shrieking in horror as Dr. Cogsworth is just sitting next to me, holding my pen, waiting for me to stop flailing around so he can try to administer my medicine."

I put two and two together, realizing that the screams from last night, as well as every Sunday night, are Aluminum. He did mention one time that he takes his medication once a week, the same day every week. So, it would make sense if those screams were his. I am not going to question him about it, though. I don't want him to feel self-conscious about people hearing him screaming because of needles.

He continues, waving his hands around in elaborate, but meaningless, gestures. "I just... besides that... I... I DON'T know what to talk about? I don't know why I feel like shit emotionally and mentally. Physically, yeah, I'm chronically ill. That might contribute to it, but with how bad it has been getting... I just don't know why I feel so horrible." I listen intently, trying to think about what he could possibly need to feel better.

I spread my arms wide, seeing if he wants a hug or anything. Surprisingly, he leans against my torso, allowing me to wrap my arms around him. He mutters "Derek... I have one more thing to ask. Do you... do you ever feel like we are always being watched? Maybe it is just me, or the knowledge that this hospital has security cameras everywhere, but I just feel like something is watching us. Or just me. I don't know. Like something is always over my shoulder, weighing me down..." I grab my notebook one more time, writing down "I feel fine, but I can understand the anxiety around that. I would say to keep track of that feeling. See if there are certain situations which make it better or worse. Otherwise, I don't know what tips to give you."

Aluminum nods, before getting up, saying "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind. I'm going to go back to my room to get ready for my appointment. You're a good friend." He walks back down the hall. I wave goodbye to him, before seeing something from the corner of my eye.

Turning my head, I see Dr. Cogsworth looking at where Aluminum was sitting, hiding from the corner of the hall. As quickly as I caught him, he hides, walking down the hall opposite of the one Aluminum walked down. I stand up, intending to follow, to realize that my own appointment is soon. As much as I want to question Dr. Cogsworth, I know that I need to go to my own appointment, or else I will be in trouble.

#tales from the iolite hospital #my ocs #my stories #my ocs are my babies

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pandorascripts · 2 years ago

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The 241 is so awesome man, beautifully written! Hey, I was just wondering if you could do a part 2 with a happy ending? Cause I have enough angst for today. But if you don't want to or you couldn't write it cause you are busy then could just ignore this request. This is my first time requesting btw :)

241 (PT. II)

note: hey! I wasn’t expecting this story to do so well, so I kinda got off tumblr for a bit. I saw this last night and immediately got to work :) sorry I didn’t answer sooner!!

song: 241, rivermaya. pairing(s): wednesday x fem!reader, bianca barclay x fem!platonic!reader.

warnings: angst, negligence for health (?), fluff, and a happy open ending :)

pt. 1, here, but this can be a stand alone

pt. 3, here.

proof read once, and written at 1am, and today with like seven hours of sleep. enjoy :)

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It had been weeks since you and Wednesday broke up. She gave you your space, watching you from afar. You weren’t oblivious. That’s why you raced out of the classroom immediately, why you changed where you sat at lunch everyday, why you showed up late to every class— it was all to avoid her.

You could tell she wanted to say more, her mouth opening and closing before you dashed out. She’d search for you at lunch, even skipping it so she could check your dorm. It was exhausting, and you were completely drained. Your grades had started to crumble, the bags under your eyes could no longer be hidden by cosmetics, and you could’ve sworn you’d lost an unhealthy amount of weight. You didn’t sleep at night, you couldn’t, not without her cold embrace. But she cheated. She made you this shell of a person.

Bianca tried to help, but you shoved her aside too. You’d shoved everyone aside. You were isolated and that’s how it should be because if Wednesday broke your heart, it was only a matter of time before someone did it again.

As you dragged yourself to botany, you saw a spot of black in the sea of purple. Quickly, you picked up your pace, dashing to the nearest bathroom. You swung the stall open, locking it and squatting on the toilet so your feet wouldn’t show. You lowered your breathing, listening for any footsteps.

You huffed out in relief when no one had followed you. It was unfortunately short lived, seeing as a disgusted face kicked itself under the stall, laying flat on her back. You shrieked out in horror, wedging yourself farther into the wall.

“Dammit, Wednesday!”

She stood up, gently brushing off her thighs. “We need to speak.”

“There’s nothing to speak about,” you grumbled, looking down at your shoes. They were a lot more entertaining than this conversation, and the person in front of you.

“There is—“ She faltered for a moment, her mental dictionary escaping her. “I made a mistake. One that hurt you deeply—“

You snorted, cutting her off. “No shit, Sherlock. Did you hurt Enid trying to get to the evidence to that?”

She frowned, not at all pleased with your attitude. Wednesday stiffened her posture, her face back to a dead expression.

“Look Wednesday, you’re making me late to botany—“

“Not that you wouldn’t have been anyways.”

You gave her a quizzical look, and hopped off the toilet. Due to the small stall, you were in her face. She gazed up at you, her cold eyes meeting yours for the first time. You took a moment to assess her, letting your eyes wander. Her usual makeup was way lighter, her eye bags showing too, there was a slight gloss in her eye, and a vulnerability to them. You gulped, who the hell is pretending to be Wednesday? She’d rather be caught watching chick-flicks than be vulnerable.

“What do you mean by that?”

“As a means to see me as less than possible, you’ve been late to botany eighteen times. On the off chance you weren’t, you were indulging yourself in the rare conversation with someone. Although, conversations are something you seem to be avoiding, given how I had to chase you down in a stall for one.”

You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. “What about it?”

“You rival Sinclair with your desire for human interaction, this behavior is completely unlike you. I fear I may be the cause.” She broke eye contact with you, copying you moments ago as she stared at her platforms.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Causing you pain isn’t any complement.” Wednesday looked back up at you, her face still neutral, but in her eyes held a war.

They flickered from being vulnerable, open for you, so that you could see her. But they flashed back to cold and ruthless so hard you could’ve received whiplash. Wednesday was at an impasse, and you feared the vicious one you knew so well, would win. You were wronged when her hand slowly came up, placing itself on your bicep. She watched her hand for a moment, almost afraid of it, before looking back at you. Your breath hitched at the newfound intensity they held.

“I hate hurting you. What I did was pueril, completely beneath me, and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Tyler is not to blame, only I. I was the one who kissed him—“ You tried to cut her off, but she plowed right through you. Desperately, her other hand shot up to hold you neck. “and I know that I shouldn’t have gambled our relationship on my investigation. They both meant too much to me, and unfortunately I chose the worst option.”

She breathed in shakily, whipping her head side to side as she tried to regain control of her emotions. When your eyes met Wednesday’s again, they were cold, but an equal amount of emotions was kept shown.

“Wedn—“

She placed her forehead on yours, standing up on her tippy-toes.

“Please, tell me you still feel this,” she breathed out.

Her arm holding your bicep slowly started making its way to your neck, leaving a spark in its wake. The tears in your eyes desperately clawed through, trying to tell Wednesday you did. Her touch was hot and cold, burning you alive, but leaving goosebumps trailing after. The pressure on your forehead made you heart swell and beat at godspeed.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Wednesday got to kick your heart around like a soccer ball, and you still loved her. It wasn’t fair that Wednesday got to treat you terribly, shoving you aside and calling you names whilst you just took it. You knew it wasn’t fair, and that’s way you yanked her hands away. You pinched your eyebrows together, a faux anger overtaking your face.

“No,” you seethed out.

Wednesday’s mouth fall agape, her eyebrows raised slightly. “Wha—“

“No. You and I are over. Stay the hell away from me.”

You shoved her aside, not strong enough to see if you’d broken her. You hastily dashed up the stairs, to hell with botany, and locked yourself in an unused classroom. Grabbing out your phone, you scrolled through you contacts until you found her.

Room 205, please. It’s an emergency.

Within minutes Bianca was in the room, nodded along to everything you said.

“And then I shoved her aside, and told her we’re over. God, im such an idiot—“

“No, not at all. Wednesday was a shit girlfriend, alright?”

You lifted your head off her shoulder, shaking it slightly. “She didn’t know.”

Bianca scoffed, clicking her tongue. “She knew damn well what she was doing. Wednesday did not give zero fucks, and at first I admired her for that, but it’s a shitty trait.”

“This isn’t making me feel better. You were suppose to wallow with me, not trash talk the ex im still in love with,” you grumbled, laying your head back on Bianca’s shoulder.

“You’re right. How ‘bout we watch a movie tonight? My dorm? You can even watch that stupid movie that always pisses me off.”

“Zoolander?” You cheerily replied, wiping the tears off your face.

“Yeah, that dude.”

You mumbled out a line from the movie, chuckling at the stupidity of it.

“I’ll even get ice cream. It’ll be our wallowing time.”

“Deal.” You smiled, closing your eyes.

You may not have Wednesday, but as long as Bianca stood by your side, you were confident you’d overcome her.

Wednesday stared at her dorm wall, not moving an inch.

“Wednesday?” Enid timidly called, closing her magazine.

The werewolf earned no reply, only a loud breath in.

Enid grumbled, marching over the black tape to her friend.

“Groveling isn’t a good look on you.”

Wednesday keep staring at the wall, her writing time well over exceeded. Enid checked the typewriter, not a single word was written. She frowned, for Wednesday had sat down three hours ago.

Enid waved her hand in front of her roommates face. “Yoo-hoo, Earth to Major Tom?”

Within a second, Wednesday was up and out of her chair, hovering in Enid’s face.

“What,” she seethed.

Enid was about to retaliate with some sarcastic remark, but she stopped herself. She took note of Wednesday, who was practically shaking. Enid huffed out a sigh.

“You need to put a sweater on, it’s the middle of December and that damn window doesn’t have any wind-blockers— or whatever.”

“No.”

“Yes, you cant freeze to death.”

Wednesday didn’t grace her with a reply, only looking sadly at her shirt. Enid’s eyes followed Wednesday’s, and she realized that not only was Wednesday’s shirt too big for her, but it was also colorful. It wasn’t too lively, just an asphalt gray and some red plastered over it.

“Is that…?”

Wednesday’s eyes snapped up to Enid, rough and firm. “No.”

“Liar. Thats her— that’s her favorite shirt…” she trailed off her sentence, frowning deeply.

“Second favorite.” Wednesday buried her face in her shoulder, turning around.

“You need to talk with her.”

“I tried that!” She barked, finger cocked like a gun. “How did that conclude?”

Enid gulped. “You shouldn’t give up.”

“You are so exasperating! I gave her my all, I bared my soul to her, and she shoved me aside! I—“

“How do you think she felt?” Enid yelled, shoving her own finger in Wednesday’s face. “How do you think she felt when you berated her with those— those cruel words? When you left her alone at those dates she spent hoursplanning, just so you could learn more about the Hyde?” Enid took another step forward, making Wednesday trip over herself. “Or how ‘bout when you made out with Tyler? I’ve tried being your friend, dude! I tried supporting you, but you are screwing up everything! She deserves better.”

Wednesday gulped, her jaw clenching. Enid watched as her body shook once again, but this time not with rage, or coldness, but with grief.

“I didn’t believe you had the guts to say it, Sinclair,” she whispered.

“Say what?”

“What everyone’s been thinking— what everyone knows,” she corrects. “That I’m no good for her.”

Enid sat Wednesday on her bed, sitting an inch away from her. “That’s not true, I said she deserves better, and who says you can’t be? You just need will, and the spirit.”

“Who’s?”

“Huh?”

“Whose spirit, Sinclair.”

Enids eyes shot open, last thing she wants is Wednesday playing with an Ouija Board. She shuddered, remembering the last time that happened.

“Not literally! Like the metaphorical spirit of, y’know, courage, or, whatever.”

Wednesday nodded. “Will— Would you—“

“Yes, I’d love to help you.”

She nodded again, fidgeting with her hands in her lap. “You have to believe me when I say it came from good intentions. I never wanted her to hurt. I just needed to know that my suspicions were correct. I needed to put him away, so I could protect her.”

The blonde nodded. “I know. It doesn’t make it right, though.”

Hesitantly, Enid wrapped her arms around Wednesday. She left her embrace weak so that if she didn’t like it, the psychic would be free to leave. She didn’t though, instead she rested her head on Enids shoulder, breathing shakily.

“We’re in for a long trip.”

You stomped your foot down on the black petals, stuffing the chocolate in your mouth.

“It’s the third time this week, Bianca. She won’t stop.”

“At least you’re getting free chocolate.” Bianca shrugged, stuffing her mouth with the dark candy again.

With a mouth full, you grumbled. “Maybe it’d be nice if it was from someone else. And these notes?”

Bianca picked one up. “I’ll keep sending these until we talk. You cant stop me.”

She snorted.

“It’s not funny, dude!”

“It is though! Like, how worse can she get?”

You shook your head. “This probably isn’t even the least of it.”

Then, just as if the gods wanted to curse you, a pair of keys slid under your door. You walked over, picking them up with the black ribbon. A small tag was placed on there, only reading ‘enjoy’.

You frowned, turning them over. With a loud gasp, you dropped the keys.

“Did she give you a real rabbits foot?”

You whipped around, jaw dropped to hell. “She bought me a fucking car.”

Bianca’s face copied yours and she paced over to you. She picked up the keys, chuckling.

“What the fuck.”

You snatched the keys out of her hand and opened the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Returning her gift. I’m not letting her but me a car.”

“Hey, be reasonable! Yours has been stuttering every two seconds and it’s gonna break down any day now.”

“I don’t care, Bianca. Stay here.”

You slammed the door shut, not bothering to change out of your slippers. You marched down the stoned corridor, mumbling to yourself.

“Buying me a damn car,” you grumbled angrily.

A tap on your shoulder knocked you out of your rambling.

“Dude! Have you seen the new Porsche parked outside? It’s sick!” Ajax jumped up, grinning.

She bought you a fucking Porsche. You wanted to scream. Ignoring Ajax, you broke into a sprint.

When you saw her dorm come into view, you picked up your pace once again.

“WEDNESDAY ADDAMS!” You yelled, pounding your fist on the wood.

The door swung open, and your fist was caught mid swing by freezing hands.

“You bought me a fucking Porsche?”

“I’ll return it if it’s not to your taste. Perhaps a Lamborghini?”

You scoffed. “No! You’re going to return it either way, and not buy me a car.”

“Yours has been repaired? I thought it was still stalling.”

You looked away, embarrassment coated your face. “Well, no, not exactly, but— but I don’t need half the school fawning over the car you bought me. Not only that, I never asked your to! Those things are like a million dollars!’

“The 911 Turbo Cabriolet is only $195,700. Although I could buy you the 911 GT3 RS, which holds a value of $223,800.”

Wednesday’s hand dropped your fist, still holding it. You gulped.

“Look, I appreciate the gesture, and I think it’s really swe—“ you cut yourself off, “you have to return it.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you spending that kind of money on me.”

“Unfortunately, it seems that I am unable to express my love for you through words, so I’ve resorted to pricing measures. You’re keeping the car.”

You gulped, looking into the hallway.

“Why don’t you just give up?” Your voice cracked.

Wednesday frowned. The hand not occupying yours held you face softly. “Because there’s nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do for you, and having you back is on that list.”

You shook your head, slamming the keys into her hand.

“Keep the car.”

Against her protests, you walked away from her dorm and back to yours. You paced down the hallway, the nail polish being chipped away by your thumb.

Your breath stuttered as you breathed in deeply, trying to get her out of your mind. Why would she do that? That was stupid! And when did Wednesday get that type of money? You frowned, remembering the multiple times she described her home as a large, gothic manor.

You entered your dorm, seeing no Bianca. Sighing, you jumped onto your bed face first.

God, she was so infuriating, and tiring, and annoying, and stupid, and— and oddly enough, romantic. You curled your hand into a fist, hitting your bed as you huffed. You just wanted to move on, get over her and find someone else. Heartbreaks suck, you concluded.

You pushed yourself off your bed, stumbling over to you closet. Whatever random sweater you grabbed, you flung it over yourself. The motion caused a whiff of a scent to flood you, and you could’ve fainted. It was a light lavender and a small hint of coconut. You buried you face into the sweater, the soft, wooly material easing you. A nostalgic sense crept in and you could’ve swornyou’ve smelt this before. Your eyes fluttered open, hands pressing out the sweater. A gasp launched out of your mouth, the black sweater recognizable in an instant. It was the sweater you’d gotten Wednesday for her birthday, she looked it over nodding in approval. You felt so ecstatic because you had gotten her sense of fashion correctly, three sizes too big, black only, and dead things. The sweater held a skeleton looking wayward, flowers for eyes and white petals plastered over it.

You stared at it for a hard moment, eyes becoming hazy. Hot streaks came down your cheeks and you confusedly wiped them away. After realizing they were tears, you let them fall free, huddling on the floor. Her sweater stored your tears as you wept, the occasional hiccup jolting you. You flexed your jaw, the tears making your face uncomfortably sticky, and yawned loudly. A note shot through the door, and you frowned.

You picked it up, sniffling, and ripped it open.

‘Four hours before the witching time. Jericho’s cemetery’

You folded the note into your sweatpants pocket, sighing. God, why did you even indulge this anymore? She hurt you, and went you crawled back to her like a kicked puppy. Regardless, you shrugged off your gray sweatpants, opting for something more classy. You buttoned up your ripped jeans, anxiously biting your lip.

You didn’t bother changing out of her sweater, what’s it matter anyways? It was comfy and worked for you. You checked your phone, seeing you had about an hour until then.

The dorm door bursted open and Bianca came in holding two trays of food.

“Figured you haven’t had dinner yet. Come get your tray.”

“Thank you. Which one?”

“You’re right.”

“You’re fantastic.”

“I know.” She smiled, sitting down on your bed with you.

“She asked me out.”

Bianca tried to contain her spit take, some of it shooting out anyways. “You’re shitting me.”

You shook your head. “I mean I think so. It said something about meeting her at a cemetery.”

“Knowing Wednesday, it’s definitely a date.”

“Right then,” you tutted.

Bianca hesitated for a moment, her mouth dropping before closing. “Are you— are you gonna change out of her sweater, or…?”

“No.” You shifted in your feet, walking away to the bathroom. “It’s comfortable.”

Bianca snorted, following you. As you wetted your toothbrush, she started rambling.

“Wednesday literally cheated, are you sure you want to go back to that?”

With a mouth full of toothpaste an foam, you tilted her head up. “I uh ow! I ill oh her!”

With a disgruntled face, Bianca shook her head. “I have no idea what you just said.”

You spat into the sink, looking back to her. “You’re worse than the damn dentist.”

“Don’t avoid my question.”

You shoved the toothbrush back into your mouth, grinning. “Orry! Uh’ing mah feef!”

“You’re gross.” With that, Bianca walked out the the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

You continued getting ready, your nail polish practically gone at this point from the anxious chipping. You played with your hair a bit, trying a messy bun, then shaking it out, a pony tail, shaking that out too, before you grumbled angrily. You decided to just leave it as it was, not wanting to be frustrated any more than you were.

As you walked out the door, Bianca whistled. “You look fantastic.”

“I look like I just rolled out of bed. Shut up.”

She shrugged, smiling at you. “Only saying the truth.”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, sliding on a couple more rings.

You played with the new jewelry, twisting it back and forth.

“It’s almost eight.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head in shock. “I cant walk there in that ti—“

Your sentence was disrupted halfway through as Bianca dangled a pair of keys. “You were saying?”

The car roared to life, soon fizzing out to pure silence. Your jaw dropped, people used to have to yell at the top of their lungs over your engine. Now, someone could whisper in the back and you’d hear it clear as day. You moved the stick into reverse, gently pushing on the gas. It jerked backwards, and you stomped on the brakes.

Trying again, you slowly applied pressure, feeling the car gain speed fast. As you twisted the wheel, you looked at your dash, a review camera showing your surroundings. Once you’d gotten out of the parking slot, you pulled the sticky note off the center console, reading it.

‘Knew you’d need it. Careful with the gas, she shoots faster than a bullet. -Yours.’

You stuck the note back where it was, and shifted the stick into drive. At that time, a women’s voice blared through the car.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.”

You screamed, slamming on the brake.

“Who the fuck is that?” You panted out, eyes wide in alarm.

“I’m S.A.M.A.R.I.A, a program built by Ms. Addams for your aid.”

You took in a deep breath, still not used to the voice in your car. “She built a program?”

“Yes, for you. She figured you may need assistance when learning to drive this vehicle. That’s what I’ve been made for.”

You settled down, placing your hands back on the steering wheel.

“Would it ease your anxiety if I gave myself a face?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

You looked over to your dash, an upright ‘:)’ was plastered over it. Laughing, you gripped your steering wheel.

“I don’t suppose you can drive this car yourself, Sam?”

“Of course.”

You hands whipped away from the steering wheel as it twisted. “Holy shit! This is like, STARK technology!” You cried.

The car smoothly whipped out of Nevermore student parking lot, out the gates, and onto the winding road.

“Would you like to plug in your desired destination?”

“Uh, yeah, can you get me to Jericho’s cemetery?”

“Right away.”

The car took a sharp left, cutting on to a bikers path.

“OH FUCK! SAMARIA!”

You doubled checked your seat belt, letting your hands grip the arm rests afterwards. Clenching your jaw, you shut your eyes tight mumbling whatever you were thinking.

“Your heart rate has increased exponentially in the last fifty-seven seconds. How may I aid you?”

“You can stop driving in dirt paths, for one! And for two, maybe tell Wednesday I might be late.”

“Ms. Addams has already been alerted of your tardiness.”

“Great,” you spat, still clenching your jaw.

You watched in horror as the car didn’t slow down, about to crash into the cemetery’s gates.

“SAMARIA!” You yelled. Suddenly, the car jerked to a stop. Your eyes peeled open and you were barely an inch away from the lock.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathed out, wiping sweat from your forehead.

The gates opened automatically, and the car slowly lurched forward. It cruised until it reached the parking lot, stopping in the middle.

“I hope your cruise was enjoyable.”

“Peachy.”

You exited the car, locking it in your way out, and headed into the cemetery.

Unfortunately, Jericho’s got a lot of dead people, so you were left pacing around hollering for her.

“Wednesday!”

You turned around, checking the horizon. It struck you then, that you forgot to bring a coat, and the wind nipped at you fiercely in retaliation.

With chattering teeth, you called out her name again. “Wednesday!”

“Behind you.”

You whipped backwards, stumbling a bit. Wednesday walked up to you, talking off her own coat. She stepped close to you, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“You’re going to get hypothermia.”

“So are you,” you protested.

“Perhaps, but I’ll enjoy it.”

You shook your head. “What’d you want to meet me here for?”

“You’ll see.” She took off the opposite direction, only turning back to gauge you.

As you walked side by side with her, your hand occasionally brushed against hers. The awkwardness of the situation brought you back to your first date with her. You took her out to Jericho’s library as a study date, it also was the first time you’d kissed. The memory made a red tint cover your cheeks, and you were glad you could blame it on the cold.

When your hands brushed again, Wednesday locked her pinky with yours. You gulped, looking down to her. She continued marching forward, not bothering to address it.

When your eyes left the side of her head, you were met with a white gazebo, bright with different sized candles. In the middle, black pedals surrounded a blanket placed in the center. You gasped slightly, faltering your step for a moment.

Wednesday tugged you forward, and under the threshold.

She looked up to you, allowing you a second to process everything.

“I’m aware people typically have to agree to dates, but I feared you’d shut me down if I’d stated my intentions.”

You swallowed harshly, the log in your throat not budging. “It’s beautiful.”

You looked around once again, not realizing Wednesday hadn’t taken her eyes off you. “It is,” she whispered.

You sat cross legged on the floor, still in awe.

“I hope the car was behaving.”

Oh, yeah, that. “You built an entire A.I system?”

Wednesday nodded, shrugging like it’s normal. “I built SAMARIA when I was ten, since then I’ve done upgrades on her. Only a couple months ago I completely reprogrammed her to fit a car. It was to be your Christmas gift, along with a new vehicle.”

You looked away from her, wringing out your hands. “Here I was thinking I’d get you a new bow for your cello.”

She hummed slightly, starting to open the basket. “It’s a great gift idea.”

“Nothing compared to a new A.I and a car,” you snorted.

“Anything from you, is better than anything else.”

Dejecting the butterflies in your stomach, you pulled up a snarky comment. “When you’d get so romantic?”

Wednesday sighed, pulling out sparkling cider. “In my quest to not become my mother, it seems I’ve become my father. Sickening displays of affection are all I want to show you now.”

You stuttered, not able to find the right words. “Oh.”

She nodded, cracking open the bottle. Carefully, Wednesday poured them into two glasses.

“Unless you’ve changed in thirty-six days, I believe this is still your favorite.”

“N—No, it still is. Thank you.” You took the glass from her, timidly smiling.

“How’d you set this all up?”

“Knocked out the guard whilst he was in his post, and pulled off petals from dyed flower.”

“You knocked out the guard?”

“Yes, no need to fret, the cameras have been disabled by Thing.”

“That’s not the point! The point is you assaulted an officer of the law!”

“You’re unable to rent our cemeteries anymore, quite the pity. It was the only way.”

Laughing, you set down your glass. “You are crazy, Wednesday Addams.”

“I’d go insane for you.”

You bashfully shook your head, snorting. Her hand locked with yours, and she squeezed slightly.

“I want you to know, even if you do not forgive me—“

You sighed, the weight of the situation crashing down on you.

“We—“

“Even if you do not forgive me, I will keep trying. I will not stop until I’ve earned your trust and love again.”

You tried to talk, but it was almost like you completely forgot how to. You gulped, looking into her eyes. Hoping the look on your face showed her just how much this meant to you, you squeezed her hand back. Wednesday looked at you like you were her whole world, and maybe in a sense, you might’ve been. If you were her world, she was your North Star because no matter what, you knew’d you’d always be stuck following her. The scary thing was, you didn’t think you’d want it any other way.

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sunnyjenolvr · 3 years ago

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haechan x reader | g: fluff | wc: 863 | cw: none

[2:08AM]

It was evident that Haechan had a massive crush on you. The junior frat boy had his eyes (and heart too quite frankly) on you since the first day that he walked into your shared economics class. Sitting next to you when the syllabus was being passed back, Haechan was determined to call you his by the end of the year. The catch? You didn’t want to give in so fast.

It’s not like you didn’t like Haechan, all your friends would agree that you reciprocated the same feelings for him, but you enjoy the push and pull that Haechan and you had since the beginning. You like the weird arguments you would have with him — like debating on whether or not cyclops blink or wink, the bickering and “insults'' that always carry such loud barks but never a single bite. It was fun with Haechan.

He wanted to win your heart and the truth is: he already has it — but you’re not letting him get off that easy.

It’s another typical Friday night where Haechan has invited you to one of his frat parties. You’ve made some definitive memories throughout all the parties you’ve attended, but perhaps your favorite will always be the memories made with him. One time, you got so drunk that you couldn’t walk yourself home so Haechan ended up offering you his bed and clothes for the night only for you to wake up and seeing him sleeping on the floor. He’s really into me huh, you thought that morning, watching his sleeping figure on the hardwood, feeling a little bad that he had to sleep on such hard and cold grounds.

You always show up to parties late, part of it was because you were always determined to get your assignments finished before going out but the other part was that you liked keeping Haechan on his toes. You like to keep him wondering every time if you had really accepted his invitation and hoping you would show up — to his heart is relieved every time he sees you walk through those wooden doors. It’s 2AM when you arrive at the frat house.

“Oh thank god you’re here,” You see Jeno run up to you the minute you step into the house. He looks… out of breath? You’re not sure how the captain of the baseball team could be so out of breath but it was clear in his voice that he was worried about something.

“Uh yeah, I’m here.” You say teasingly and he breaks out into a small smile. “Is everything okay?”

“Not really,” Jeno deadpans. “Your lover is on the roof.”

“He’s what now?” Haechan’s on the roof? Why the fuck is he on a roof of a two story house? Making sure you don’t get lost in the sea of people, Jeno grabs your hand and pulls you through the house. You arrive in the backyard and there Haechan was like Jeno said: on the roof, clearly drunk, might fall off any minute, and is definitely talking about you.

“That's the star of our show.” Renjun says to you, pointing up at Haechan. Haechan’s eyes immediately light up the minute he sees you from the roof, he’s far away but those big doe eyes of his are clear as day.

“Y/N!!” He yells from the roof, smiling brightly at you and you feel heat rushing to your face.

“Haechan, what are you doing? Get off the roof I swear to God if you get hurt-” You yell back up at him but before you could finish your sentence he screams back at you.

“I THINK I’M FALLING FOR YOU” He screams so loudly that many people in the backyard halts what they are doing to look at the drunken boy on the roof. His friends who are standing next to you could only laugh at the obvious statement Haechan just made and you find yourself laughing as well. No shit Sherlock, you thought.

“Haechan, get off the roof now!” You scream. You like him a lot but you think you’d like him better if he still had all his bones intact. But of course, Haechan being the dramatic drunk he is, shakes his head at you and gets closer to the edge. This isn’t fun anymore. I’m about to lose it.

“If you don’t call me I’ll jump off the roof!” Haechan says all giggly. It wasn’t easy for Haechan to get your phone number, it took him three months to do so and another two for you to call him first. However, that was a long time ago and you’ve called him first multiple times, but you guess drunk Haechan loses all memory of landmark achievements.

“Please get him off the roof.” Renjun says. Renjun and Haechan’s other frat brothers are starting to get really nervous as he’s swaying and losing balance, the last thing everyone needs is for the golden baseball player to be wheeled out on a stretcher.

“I’ll call you Haechan, NOW GET OFF THE FUCKING ROOF.” You scream one last time as you and Jeno run back into the house and up the second floor to get the brown haired boy off the roof.

a/n: pls leave feedback <3!

inspired by jaden’s falling for you <33

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chuuyrr · 3 years ago

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venom

tokyo revengers x reader

masterlist of the series

chapter five. no mercy

warning(s): manga/anime spoilers, strong language, mentions of blood and violence

long chapter af with a dash of fluff at the end <3

drip.. drip..

your eyes were beginning droop.

you had been punching, kicking and flipping gang members left and right, but the thought of your friend was messing with your head.

drip.. drip..

the side of your head was bleeding from the brandish of the bat you took when kiyomasa attempted to play dirty by going after rie to finish her off with another swing.

your breathing turned into gasps of air from exhaustion and the coldness of the rain wetting your tattered yukata. despite the casualties you dealt, somehow you were still able to stand and maneuver to deliver jabs, hooks and kicks. your body was almost on autopilot.

you were barely conscious and yet somehow you were still able to sweep out twenty men under three minutes. your precision and sharpness remained unwavering.

"i'm going to kill you."

kiyomasa's eyes were whirlpools of black abysses of malice. he remembered clear as the day when you had beaten him and his group right in front of toman's commander and vice-commander.

he had already busted his ego with that takemichi-brat, he wasn't going to let another brat repeat the same thing. he was going to make you pay with your life, the humiliation and shame you've brought him was unacceptable.

you braced yourself, readying yourself to lunge and protect rie as the tall delinquent raised his wooden bat over his head.

"KIYOMASA!"

the revving of a motorcycle engine broke through the ringing in your ears. the red haze clouding your vision dissipated into thin air when a blur came into view. snapping out of your trance, you immediately reacted and pushed you and rie to the side right before kiyomasa's body collided against the ground with a foot connecting to his face.

you squinted your eyes at the hand that reached out to you in front of your face. blinking profusely, [color] eyes met and locked gazes with a familiar pair of black orbs that replaced the despair in your chest with hope; igniting the flames that had died out.

"mikey? how did you find me?" your mouth hung in agape.

mikey continued to stand before you, still holding out his hand for you to take. he flashed you a gentle smile that calmed your uneasy nerves. the same one he'd always show you whenever he saw you.

"i have my ways, babe." he answers you ever so casually.

with a newfound strength resonating from you, a smile tugged on your lips. you took hold of his hand, allowing mikey to pull you back up on your feet. not long after, takemichi came into the scene; running through the crowd. draken and mitsuya trailing after him.

"[name]-san! mikey-kun!" takemichi called out to you.

"what's the situation?" draken glanced at the crowd of moebius gang members surrounding you and them. "oh shit, you look like shit [name]."

you shook your head at draken, huffing a loose strand of hair in front of your face before glaring at him. "yeah, no shit sherlock."

"here, this might not be much but put pressure on the side of your head." mitsuya pulled out a hand towel from his pocket and pressed it against your bleeding wound, immediately aiding you.

"thanks, mitsuya." you quickly said in gratitude, pressing the towel on the side of your head.

mikey's hand released yours as he turned to face takemichi with a serious expression adorning his features. "takemichi, take rie to the hospital."

takemichi wasted no time picking up rie's unconscious body just as mikey had ordered. sense of relief washed over you, replacing the anxiety flooding your thoughts. knowing rie was in good hands, you were now able to concentrate on your fight without having to constantly worry of her safety with each swing and hit you made.

you felt as if a weight had been lifted off from your shoulders when rie's figure disappeared from sight as takemichi whisked her away.

"oh, man. you really are mikey's girlfriend." a deep voice suddenly boomed.

you, mikey, draken and mitsuya directed your gazes to where the voice came from. the four of you locked eyes with a tall, lanky man. the smoke of his cigarette reached your nostrils as he blew out a small puff before grinning at the sight of you.

"you know, i was really hoping i could take you." he continued, eyes grazing into your very soul. "you must be that special for mikey to come here. i guess this man isn't just brawn after all."

just as you were about lunge towards him, mikey beat you to it and leapt into action before you could even inch a muscle. you were aware of how deadly mikey's high roundhouse kicks were. you've seen a few times before and it was certainly a force to be reckoned with.

just like you, he might not have the height advantage compared to his opponents but he knows how to pull his weight in a fight. however, to your surprise, the tall delinquent reacted quick enough to block his missile-like kick with his fist.

he belted out a chuckle in amusement. "wow, you're such a pain in the ass mikey."

you stepped forward, your gaze hardening into a glare. "hey, bitchface. who are you?"

"watch the language, pretty face." your fists trembled at the sarcasm lacing his tone of voice. you couldn't wait to rip his face off with your bare hands.

"if you want my name so badly, then my name is hanma, shuji. i'm sorta in charge of moebius now." you were going to remember that. you weren't going to forget the name of this asshole and the other.

"you know, i honestly didn't have to do this. but from the looks of it, you won't be coming with me. right, pretty face? especially not after kiyomasa decided to go against the plan." hanma breathed out a long sigh.

you now understood as to why you were being tailed. they weren't after you to kill you, they wanted you for themselves. moebius wanted the queen herself to join their side of the chessboard and it was their true motive.

"three of you against me? hah! moebius has a hundred men here while toman has a measly three." his laughter filled the atmosphere. "and you think you can keep her from us like that?"

mitsuya countered, a smug look creeping on his face. "we didn't come here alone."

right on cue, immense headlights and engines of motorcyles along with an ocean of black and gold colors engulfed the parking lot of grays. your smile subsided into a smirk when you the very captains of toman approached you, standing along side you and their commanders.

"tokyo manji gang is here, jackasses!" they hollered.

"stand back princess, we'll take care of the rest." the tall young man with shoulder length ravenous hair grinned at you.

laughter erupted from your throat as you stared at him fondly.

you shook your head and threw away the handtowel you've been using on your head to apply pressure on your wound. "who said i was letting all of you have the fun to yourselves? i'm not yet finished."

you brushed your fingers through your damp hair and gathered it with the hair tie that rie lent you, pulling your locks into a ponytail—imitating the tall delinquent who had just called you princess. a few lose strands fell on the side and front of your face. you rolled up the sleeves of your yukata and the long skirt up.

"oi, ankle biter, you're still injured." draken attempted to stop you, but you simply raised a hand to halt him from doing so.

you turned your head over your shoulder to glance at him with your eyes now lacking emotions.

"i said i'm not yet done."

for a split second, you held the same ominous aura that mikey had. both parties were now beginning to see the resemblance you had with toman's commander. draken immediately silenced himself after that. your voice hid a dangerous intent and you were dead serious.

"if you want me so badly, then come get me yourself." the tranquility you once had subsided into something atrocious.

your eyes grazed into hanma's, sending shivers down his spine that felt like ice cold droplets of water on bare skin and being the masochist he was, he loved the thrill of dread you radiated.

in that very moment, you had the tokyo manji gang within your hands. all of them stood behind you at your submission. mikey and draken took their place on each of your side; this was your game. hanma of the opposing gang couldn't help but find himself laughing and smiling in amusement.

god, you really were a piece of art.

"let's do this shit!"

"kill them all!"

outspeeding mikey and the rest of tokyo manji gang, you leapt in the air—kicking both of your legs simultaneously. the heels of your wooden slippers digging at the face of your prey. once you quickly regained your footing, you took hold of another by the arm, repeatedly kneeing him thrice before flipping him harshly.

in a matter of seconds, you took out another twenty with your fists and kicks alone. the impact of your closed fists against the dense bones of your victims resulted in bloody knuckles. the stinging pain was coursing through your veins but you thought nothing of it.

the additional casualty you gained did not make your precision and hits falter. you remained unyielding and strong. it was as if you were bulletproof; completely invincible like toman's commander. it was amazing how you were able to maneuver with your wet yukata on like it wasn't weighing you down at all.

despite having their fists and entire body focused on their own battles, toman couldn't help but linger their thoughts on you as they eyed you from the corner of their eyes. you didn't need anyone's assistance to protect you, your independence in the midst of the fight was strong.

they also admired how you did not hold back even if the moebius you faced resorted into pleading for your mercy. sympathy remained unsealed in your heart as you rammed your fist to their heads and chest, breaking a couple of bones.

however, their stomach churned when they spotted you making your way towards hanma. the current acting commander of moebius was able to stop mikey's signature high roundhouse kick. not only that, but it was his motive to get you to their side. this is what's this fight was. what if hanma somehow poisons your mind?

you wiped the blood splattered on your face with the sleeve of your damp yukata that had unrolled itself. "hey, bitchface."

hanma's grin stretched wider when he spotted you, calling out to him. he immediately took hold of the cigarette in his mouth and threw it to the side before making his way towards you.

"hello, pretty. have you made up your mind yet?" he peered down at you, bending his knees slightly to level with you almost in a mocking way.

"made up my mind? i should be the one asking you that." his golden eyes twitched at your question. his gaze took the unamused and almost apathetic expression written on your face.

there was a hinge of dominance and authority lacing your tone. "if this is your best shot to get me to join your side, it is futile. i refuse to affiliate myself with moebius, especially not after what you did to rie."

mikey watched you raised your leg upwards from the side, his eyes widened when the heel of your wooden slipper sunk onto the side of hanma's face. you dug the heel and drew blood, your eyes evidently gleaming with revenge beneath the moonlight.

silence took over the atmosphere with a thick tension. everyone in the parking lot halted just to see you imitate mikey's signature move and take hanma out with it when he couldn't. you had barely seen mikey do it, yet you were able to learn and use it yourself better in short span of time.

with their acting commander out of action, every moebius member surrendered and the next thing you knew—they were on their knees, trembling at your fearsome gaze that seemed to have lost its purity.

there just something about the way you pivoted and rounded the much taller delinquent with a relentless kick.

your [color] eyes became half-lidded as they started to droop. the patter of your wooden slippers against the cemented ground echoed through the parking lot as you stepped away from hanma.

the heavy silence that hung in the air broke when mikey's announcement of the victor rang across the parking lot. that seemed to have woken you up, shaking you enough to pull yourself together instead of passing out on the spot. you immediately slapped both of your bloodied palms on each side of your face as you stumbled backwards.

"[name]!"

you squinted your eyes to see mikey, draken and rest of the captains of toman making their way towards you.

hands supported you the moment your body went limp. you grasped the side of your head, the pain came back to you as soon as your adrenaline had completely wavered. your entire limbs and muscles ached.

"[name], hey. it's over, we won—you did it." mikey pulled you into his embrace right before you could lose your balance and fall, holding you firmly by the back of your head and waist.

you pressed your head against the crook of his shoulder, a quiet rumble of laughter eliciting from you as you held onto his kimono.

"you have my thanks, tokyo manji gang."

with that, black dots consumed your vision until darkness had completely taken you whole.

"[name]? [name]!"

the last thing you ever saw was mikey's frantic eyes and silenced scream as your hold onto his kimono loosened.

hours had passed since the fight that took place in the parking lot right about near the festival. toman's commanders, first, second and third division captain, along with takemichi, hinata and emma waited outside the emergency room and to their surprise, your friend rie ended up gaining consciousness before you.

"[name]-san! [name]-san!"

mikey eyed the familiar face making her way towards him and the rest. rie sharply breathed in and out when she had reached the waiting room. she was still dressed in her damp yukata, her hair was a complete mess and she still had bandages wrapped around her head. it was obvious she escaped her room.

"rie-chan!" takemichi cried out in concern. "you're awake!"

your friend failed to process the earlier events that took place due to the concussion she had. "what happened to [name]-san? i don't remember what—fuck, my head hurts."

"please don't push yourself too hard." takemichi's beloved hinata trotted towards rie's side, comforting the young the girl and supporting her by draping rie's arm around her shoulders. "you shouldn't be up yet."

"what happened? please.." rie desperately looked at each and every person in the waiting room for help.

"[name]-chan protected you." mitsuya was the first one to speak up, breaking the tension. "a former member of toman along with a gang named moebius ambushed you two in the parking lot."

"moebius.. shit.." rie cursed under breath as she sat down beside hinata.

emma placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "they ambushed us before the festival, after school. [name]-san took out five of them, but they just kept on coming after her."

silence fell onto the waiting after that. rie ended up tearing up from stress. hinata and emma ushered her outside and accompanied her for some fresh air outside the hospital.

mikey continued to sit down, quietly drowning in his worries. draken occasionally left and returned back and forth, bringing everyone in the waiting room beverages and snacks since everyone refused to eat. pah-chin would anxiously bounce a leg a few times while staring the doors of the emergency room. takemichi would check on hinata, emma and rie with mitsuya, reassuring the girls.

finally, after for what seemed like an eternity for everyone. the doors of the emergency room burst open. mikey, draken and takemichi immediately stood up as pah-chin and mitsuya were woken up by hinata, emma and rie.

"[surname], [name] is now stable. she lost a large amount of blood. fortunately, we had enough bags that matched her blood type. as for any fatal casualties, she has none." the doctor in charge of handling you informed everyone.

the doctor continued, "she is still unconscious from exhaustion, but she should wake up sooner later."

"oh my god, [name]-san." rie sighed in relief, placing a hand on her chest as she took in a deep breath of air.

mitsuya and pah-chin's tensed shoulders relaxed when they heard the news and uttered a "thank goodness." in unison.

a smile broke through mikey's face when he heard the good news. he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if the news said otherwise. draken draped an arm around his best friend, comforting him with a grin across his face.

"alright! [name]-san's okay!" takemichi fist pumped the air enthusiastically, which hinata and emma mimicked.

mikey shook his head, unable to hold himself back from smiling as he gazed at the doors of the emergency room, spotting your unconscious figure through a small window pane.

you were okay and that's what mattered.

you woke up with a headache coarsing through you. a groan escaped your lips as you raised your left hand to rub your temples, only for you to halt when you felt a weight on it. or more like, something was holding it.

blinking in confusion, you turned your head and found a familiar blonde boy your age, sitting on a chair beside you, arms resting on your bed; his hand intertwined with yours.

at that moment, your head went static like you had just flatlined.

how long has he been there? why was he holding your hand? mikey looked so peaceful in his sleep and his hand felt warm to touch.

"mikey?" you watched as he opened an eye when he heard you.

mikey immediately sat upright straight when he saw you awake. "[name]-chan! how long have you been awake? how are you feeling?"

"my head hurts, but i'm fine. where's rie?" your head was pounding, but you had other priorities in mind.

mikey looked at you in disbelief for a second. you were battered and you had to receive a couple of blood bags, yet you cared and worried more about your friend rather than yourself.

a chuckle escaped his breath. "you sure are selfless."

"rie is fine, don't worry. she woke up way before you did. that woman has a thick skull you know." mikey tried to lightened up your mood with a small joke.

your gaze softened and shoulders relaxed at this response. "oh, thank goodness."

"as for moebius, they got scared after you roundhouse kicked hanma unconscious. the police came not long after and we all ran off, we had to take you to the hospital though since you blacked out." mikey continued to explain to you. "speaking of which, how did you do that?"

"do what?" you raised a brow.

mikey looked at you with stars in his eyes, admiring you like you were a piece of work. "you copied my kick and knocked hanma out cold when he stopped mine. i honestly thought you were going to pull a sambo-move on him just like how you did to me when i came to see you at your school."

you sweatdropped. how the hell is he so casual about that?

somehow you ended up delving into a casual conversation with mikey. you learned how it was already tomorrow and that you were out for a day. you also found out how he kept coming in and out of the hospital waiting for you wake up.

mikey got you some aspirin for your headache and he surprisingly fed you his dorayaki since the nurse still hasn't come to give you breakfast.

you also had visitors not long after. draken, mitsuya, pah-chin, takemichi and finally, rie, came to see you. they were all relieved to see you awake.

rie ended up bawling her eyes again when you two reunited after a long night. you were incredibly glad to see her alive and well. (she ended up jumping on top of you in the moment and accidentally elbowed a bruised rib of yours.)

you'd never forgive them or show them any mercy at all if anything happened to her.

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thighs-of-betrayal-blog · 4 years ago

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A Pleasant Surprise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You’ve never understood why Bucky hates you, but that all changes when you’re both forced to fight alongside each other.

Warnings: angst/fluff, violence, weapons, enemies to lovers

A/N: Just thought I’d write this little enemies to lovers piece. I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated!! :)

The feeling of someone staring at you ran through your body. You didn’t dare turn to look, you already knew it was the owner of those piercing, blue eyes, giving you a cold, calculating stare.

Trying to block out Bucky, you focus all your attention on Tony, who’s talking at the front of the room.

“This mission is going to be tougher than we first initiated,” Tony says. “We are going to need all hands on deck and we plan to split you up into groups of two.”

You place your hand under your chin and stare straight ahead at the table, as Steve reads off the pairings.

“Y/N and Bucky…” Steve says.

Immediately, you lift your head up, looking at Steve in shock.

“Excuse me?” you interrupt. Everyone in the room turns their head to look at you.

Steve stops listing off the names to answer you. “Is something wrong, Y/N?”

“Yes, yes there is.” You gesture towards Bucky, who is staring at you with an amused look. “We don’t work well together. He can’t go two seconds without complaining about me.”

Bucky instantly jumps in, defending himself. “It’s not my fault you’re incompetent, doll.”

Standing up, you wave your hand towards him. “See?!” you exclaim. “I can’t and I won’t work with that.”

Tony jumps in, cutting Bucky off before he can respond. “Look, Y/N, I get that he can be hard headed at times, but we already made the pairings and set up the plan. You guys are just going to have to figure it out.”

Scoffing, you give Bucky one last glare before turning around and leaving the room.

Tomorrow was going to be absolute hell.

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Getting into position, you raise your gun and point it at the target. Bucky is a few feet away from you, gun also raised.

The mission was to infiltrate a Hydra base located in Norway. You and Bucky were tasked with sniping the leader of the base and everyone else was going to take out the rest from below.

“I have a clear shot,” you say to Bucky.

“Then take the shot. You don’t have to confirm everything with me,” he replies bitterly.

Rolling your eyes, you take a deep breath and release it as you pull the trigger.

“Got him,” you say into your ear piece.

“Great work, Y/N,” Steve replies.

As you lean back to gather yourself, you feel cold metal press up against the back of your head. A gun.

“Don’t move a fucking muscle,” says a Hydra soldier behind you.

Not daring to move your head, you manage to see Bucky out of your peripheral vision. He too was on the ground, gun pressed to the back of his head. He locks eyes with you.

Bucky is the last thing you see as the soldier behind you smacks you in the back of your head with his gun, knocking you out.

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The pounding of your head wakes you up. Groaning, you get up, squinting your eyes against the bright light in the room.

Looking around, you spot Bucky at the opposite side of the room, still unconscious.

“Bucky,” you whisper. When he doesn’t wake up, you decide to walk over and touch his arm.

“Bucky,” you say.

He jumps up and grabs your arm, twisting it. You yelp in pain.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he says. “How stupid are you? You know I don’t like being touched. I could have fucking hurt you!”

Pissed off, you roll your eyes and turn around to examine the room. When you reach the door, you notice it’s bolted shut.

“Shit, we’re locked in.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

You whip around and stare angrily at Bucky. “What the fuck is your problem? You’ve been nothing but rude to me, since the moment I’ve met you and I’ve done nothing to you!”

Bucky looks down, unable to come up with a response.

“Nothing to say now, huh? What a surprise,” you say.

Bucky’s head quickly lifts back up and he jumps to his feet. Walking up to you, he doesn’t stop until he’s only inches away from your face.

“Maybe, it’s because you’re so damn nosy. You’re always asking way too many questions about my life and I don’t understand why you don’t just stay away like the rest of them!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for caring… You know what, this is pointless.” You walk away. “We’re wasting time just standing here, arguing.”

As you walk around the room, trying to find some way to escape, the door randomly swings open.

“Glad to see you two awake and standing,” says the soldier from earlier, the one who knocked you out.

He walks into the room. “Names George. I’m here to take you both to Luke.”

“Who’s Luke?” Bucky asks, moving to stand in front of you.

George chuckles. “He’s the one that’s going to decide how to kill you.”

Bucky reaches his arm back to grab your hand, but before he can, you’re both injected with a needle, knocking the two of you out once again.

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Bucky’s voice pulls you out of a deep sleep. “Y/N! Y/N, c’mon, wake up!”

Opening your eyes, you look down to see yourself restrained. You glance over at Bucky and see he’s in the same predicament.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Oh, now you want to be nice to me?” You scoff.

“Y/N, I…”

“Just save it. Let’s just focus on getting the hell out of here.”

You notice a knife just a few inches away from you, placed on a table.

“There,” you say. “If I can just reach…” You try your best to extend your hand out towards the knife, but the restraints are too tight. You throw your head back in frustration and close your eyes.

“Great, just fucking great. I can’t believe I’m going to die next to a man that hates my fucking guts.”

“I don’t... hate you,” Bucky says.

You open one eye to peer over at him. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“I don’t. I never have.”

Looking over at him confused, you study him. “Then why be so mean to me?”

He stares at you for a minute before answering. “Because I couldn’t have you close to me.”

“And, why’s that?”

You watch him visibly swallow. “Because I lose everyone who gets close to me.”

Shocked that he’s shared that with you, no words come out of your mouth. When you see the sadness written on his face, your heart clenches.

“Bucky, I...I didn’t know.”

“How could you have? I just want you to know that I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

Two men barge into the room. You quickly recognize the one as George.

“I brought Luke,” George says.

“And, I brought these,” Luke says, pulling out a handful of knives and walking towards you.

Bucky thrashes against his restraints. “Don’t you fucking dare!” He looks over at you. “Y/N, it’s okay. Just look at me, it’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Luke brings a knife up to your neck. “Now, don’t lie. What are you going to do from over there?”

Panic builds inside you and you stare at Bucky.

“Bucky, I forgive you. I understand why you pushed me away and I forgive you for it.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t say that. Don’t say something like that as if it’s your last words.”

Luke slightly presses the knife into your neck. “Well, this is cute and all, but we’re going to have to wrap this up. I have plans.”

Closing your eyes, you wait for the pain to hit you, but it never comes. Instead, the knife is pulled away from your neck, and a metal arm is placed on your shoulder.

“We’re getting you out of here, doll,” Bucky says. You look over his shoulder to see Steve and Natasha, who are tying up George and Luke.

“Glad to see you alive, Y/N,” Natasha says.

You nod your head at her, as Bucky pulls you through the door and to the waiting quinjet.

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Once on the quinjet, you sit in the back, next to Bucky. Looking over at him, you see that he’s staring straight ahead.

“You know, I meant what I said. I forgive you,” you say.

Bucky turns his head to look at you. “I don’t know why. I’ve been such a dick.”

“Yeah… you have.” You both laugh. “But, I know you’ll make it up to me.”

“Is that so? What do you have in mind?”

“Well… I like bagels. Especially the ones at that shop Steve showed us in Brooklyn.”

He slowly nods and clears his throat. “It’s a date then.”

You do a double take. “A date?”

“Yeah, I mean, if that’s okay with you. If not, I totally understand. I mean, I would probably say no if I were you because I…”

Leaning forward, you kiss him, effectively stopping him from talking.

“It’s definitely okay with me,” you say.

Bucky smiles before grabbing your face and pulling you back in for another kiss.

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citrinesparkles · 4 years ago

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welcome home.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 2,086 words. notes: requested by an incredibly flattering anon as part of my hundred followers celebration! thank you again for the feedback, and for enabling me :) also was subconsciously influenced by this piece. warnings: arguing, discussion of danger, reader gets accidentally threatened, patching up wounds, lots more swearing than my usual (but it's all mild language). angst and comfort, i think. super dialogue heavy. this is so long and a little (lot) messy just. prepare yourself

"man," a robotic voice echoed dangerously through the dark living room, sending chills through you. "did you pick the wrong apartment."

luckily, the voice was familiar. "um, the one i live in?"

he choked out your name, startled, and you flicked on the light switch to find him frozen in place with a gun in his hand.

"right." you said tensely, glancing at it- which made him jerk his hand down, shoving the gun into its holster as though it burned him- and looking back up at the eyes of his helmet. "so, uh, i'll turn a light on next time."

"you shouldn't be home yet," he said stiffly.

"i texted you like, three hours ago to let you know i'd be home a day early."

he swore quietly. "my phone's in the river."

"how did it- you know what, at least that explains the radio silence. you didn't think to have someone else- anyone else- let me know?"

"uh." he paused, tensing almost imperceptibly for a moment. "no. i was, uh, i was busy. i'm sorry."

"busy, huh?" something felt very wrong, and not just the fact that he had nearly shot you. "okay, i'll bite, busy with what?"

"nothing important."

the sinking feeling in your stomach intensified and your eyes narrowed dangerously. "important enough that you forgot to tell me you weren't dead in an alley somewhere, when you knew i'd be texting to check in anyway. leaving me worrying in a hotel room in another city."

"nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to worry about." you were really getting sick of the sound of his modulator, but he continued before you could say anything. "go back to what you were doing, babe."

"yeah... uh, no." you stepped forwards and he flinched back defensively, making you freeze. "seriously, what is up with you tonight?"

"noth-"

"jason, i promise if you say nothing one more time, i'm going to lose my mind."

he shifted his foot back slightly, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you conceded, raising your hands up in surrender and moving backwards yourself. "respecting your space now. that wasn't my best decis-"

your voice cut out when something under his jacket caught your eye.

something red.

"holy crap, jason, what the hell?"

he winced quietly. "you weren't supposed to be home yet, okay?"

"take that stupid helmet off already, would you?" you snapped, already moving to get the first aid kit.

"i would've gone somewhere else if i'd known, okay?" his voice, now clear and crisp without the filter, followed you down the hall.

"that does not make this better!"

"can you please not yell at me right now?"

you dashed back into the room, shooting a vicious glare at him. "jacket."

he slid it off gingerly, dropping it on the couch next to his helmet.

"can you get the armor, or do i need to help?"

even despite the domino mask he was wearing, you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "if i couldn't do it on my own, why would i have come here if i didn't think you'd be home?"

"hm," you took the piece he handed you and carefully set it on the couch, "maybe because you're a stubborn jackass?"

he grunted, sliding his undershirt off and passing it to you. "i don't wanna stain the couch with that."

"your priorities suck."

"it's the nicest piece of furniture we own!"

"it's still a couch!"

"it was expensive!"

"oh for crying out loud-" you threw your hands up again, this time in frustration. "fine! fine. i'll go put this in the tub and get a soak going. you-" you shoved the kit towards him pointedly- "start washing that off."

"how come you're calling the shots?" he snapped back petulantly.

"because my torso's in one piece."

"i have way more experience with this, i should be making the decisions here."

"oh, of course, my apologies!" your voice was absolutely dripping in sarcasm. "what, pray tell, would you have us do?"

he scowled at you for a moment before reaching for the first aid kit and flicking the lid open. "whatever."

you turned on your heel, stomping into the bathroom.

the shirt got thrown into the tub and the tap got tossed all the way on, and as the water crashed into the gray fabric, you took the opportunity to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe deeply.

you opened your eyes a minute later, finding the water dyed a rusty almost-red from blood.

his blood.

you turned off the tap- gently pushed the handle, this time, the fire in your chest now largely extinguished- and made your way back to the living room to find him running a rag over the space below his ribs.

"may i?" you asked softly, stopping a few feet away and holding a hand out to him.

his jaw clenched and relaxed three times in quick succession, but he finally sighed and dropped his shoulders before holding the rag out. "yeah, c'mere."

you worked in silence, being as gentle as possible. jerking your hand back and mumbling apologies when he hissed.

"s'okay, comes with the territory."

you pressed the alcohol-soaked towel back against him, and he sighed.

"that was stupid, huh."

a small laugh escaped you. "it so was."

"can we..."

"try that again?"

"yeah."

you pulled back, standing up straight to meet his eyes. "only if i can take the dumb mask off of you."

"i thought you liked the mask," he teased, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"jason."

he chuckled, wincing again when it jostled his wounds. "ouch. uh, yeah, mask. g'head."

you gently pulled it from his face, setting it neatly on his other gear before running your thumbs across the line of adhesive it left on his cheekbones. "hi there."

"hey." he leaned into your touch, vibrant eyes fluttering halfway shut. "so uh, welcome home."

"thanks. could've done without the gun, though."

a choking sound tore from his throat, his eyes flying back open. "holy shit, baby, i almost-" he jerked back from you, no regard for his side. "you almost- shit, shit, are you- i'm so sorry, i didn't-"

"okay, woah, hey-"

"i could have killed you."

it was a whisper, horrified and harsh, and while it was technically true, his tone teetered on the edge of a dark space you had seen before and really didn't want him falling back into.

"yeah."

you desperately searched for the right thing to say, rejecting variations of "but hey, you didn't actually", "maybe you should be more careful about waving a gun at people", and one particularly unhelpful "no shit, sherlock".

finally, you settled on a quiet, calm "but i'm still right here, okay?"

his hand flew up to cover his mouth, doing absolutely nothing to hide the near panic written on his features. "i could have killed you."

"okay, so, in the future, we'll... we'll uh, we'll come up with some kind of system for letting you know when i'm home, or something."

"oh, like a phone?" he asked harshly. "the one i was stupid and sloppy enough to dunk in the harbor?"

"that wasn't- i'm guessing that you had a lot on your plate." you waved the cold, bloody towel in your hand at his wounds. it made him curl in on himself slightly, stepping backwards again until his back hit the arm of the couch.

"no excuses. i could have killed you."

"i-"

"no, i almost shot without saying anything!" he exclaimed, brow furrowed and eyes stormy. "i thought someone had broken in, and i got so- i don't even know, damn territorial or some stupid shit- that i almost put a bullet between your eyes. i could have-"

"jason!"

he screwed his eyes shut and dropped his head, roughly tugging his fingers through his hair. "i almost-"

"but you didn't. okay?" every fiber of your being wanted to hold him, to tug him into you and put his hand against your ribs and show him you were okay and breathing, heart still pumping, but he looked enough like a cornered animal that you half expected him to bite you if you tried. "c'mon, jaybird. a life like yours, can you really afford almosts?"

"life like mine, i can't afford to let anyone close to me. apparently, if the goons and thugs don't kill you, i will."

"that's not-"

"what if i hadn't said something?" he snapped venomously. "what if i'd lost more blood and was loopy from it? what if i'd come home with a concussion- again- and didn't think past 'point and shoot'?"

"jason," you finally interjected. "you think i haven't thought about that?"

his eyes, grim and vicious and so full of emotion that you thought you could drown in them, dropped to the floor.

"because it's not a secret that your life is risky. you're risky. i know that. but you're worth every ounce of danger, okay? i'm choosing this, choosing you, knowing full well what i'm getting into, because you're worth all of it."

"i'm not worth any of it."

"that's not your call to make."

"it-"

"you think i need you to make my choices for me?"

"no, of course not."

"you think im stuck here?"

"do you feel like you are?"

"absolutely not." you inched forward again. "i'm here because i want to be."

"...i just... i don't..."

"don't want me to get hurt?"

he finally looked back up at you, eyes watery and jaw tense. "or worse."

"i know, baby. i know," you sighed. "but that's part of life, right? and if the hurt's inevitable, i want the rest of my time to be as nice as possible, and you make my life better. make me better."

"by putting you in danger?"

"it's gotham, handsome, i'm gonna be in danger either way. at least with you, i know i have someone looking out for me. right?"

"always," he said immediately.

"okay then." you took the last step between the two of you slowly, watching for any resistance. meeting none, you brushed your knuckles against his. "i can't think of anywhere i'd feel safer."

"you know that's crazy, right?"

you hummed quietly. "nah."

"i'm being serious."

"me too."

he studied your face silently. you smiled softly at him.

finally, a sigh escaped him and he scooted his hand forward, wrapping his index finger around your own and squeezing gently. "you're sure you want this? i can set you up with a place downtown for a bit. you'd never have to see me again, never have to worry about... all of this."

"i've never been more sure of anything." you said it firmly, confidently, letting the words hang in the air for a few moments before popping one eyebrow up playfully. "why, need to make room for a side piece?"

a startled choking sound escaped him. "excuse me?"

"i mean, when you were talking about being busy, it felt kinda suspicious."

"what is wrong with you?" he asked, exasperation and laughter coating his voice.

"listen, you were being evasive!" his head fell forwards, resting on your shoulder as he laughed.

"i didn't want you to know i was bleeding all over the place!"

"why, didn't want me to worry?"

"exactly!"

you reached your free hand up, gently resting it on the back of his head and playing with his hair. "then maybe, just maybe, you should have gotten someone to tell me your phone went for a swim."

"fair enough."

you stood quietly for a long time, running your fingers through his hair and enjoying the feeling of his breath against your collar.

"i..." he muttered, pulling back to look in your eyes. "i don't think- um. i don't think i'm..." he groaned, gaze darting to the ceiling. "i love you. but the minute you have enough of- of all of this-"

"i won't."

"but if you do, i'll... i'll understand, okay?"

you squeezed his finger gently. "okay." you inhaled deeply, dropping the bloody towel you were still clutching and slid your hand forward to hold his completely. "can we get a bandage on that and go to bed, now?"

"....yes please."

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"wait!" you yelled, throwing the first aid kit haphazardly onto the bathroom counter and racing after him into the bedroom, where he whirled around with wide eyes. "i love you too! i never said it back- i love you too."

"don't yell like that- i thought something was wrong!"

"me not saying it back is urgently wrong, jason!"

#citrine writes #this was. this was a monster #i sure hope you enjoy because i'm unsure how quality it is #jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #imagines #dc #dc imagines #dc imagine #blood cw #medical cw

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timextoxhajima · 4 years ago

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Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [2]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 3.1k, half of which is definitely filth

taglist: @from-xero @taeyongandfree @ten-gift @louvyves @sweetutopia @yyyereum @jung-breadshop

{this is a work of fiction}

it's one of those days that you look at a person and wonder "how did i get into this mess?"

eric's got his back plastered to the lockers, leg perched and his heel hooked onto one of the padlocks as he talks to his friends. he glances about and catches your gaze, the innocent glimmer in his eyes suddenly replaced with a predatorial glare.

everytime he sees you, he sees an opportunity - an opportunity to ruin the only other heartbreaker in school.

which he's already done once.

the sight of him cues the chills down your spine; flashes from some nights before zipping through your head like a fast-forwarded video.

eric brushes his hair out of his eyes, exposing his forehead. with a tiny smirk and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, he looks down at his phone.

as his fingers fly across the screen and he hits send, yours vibrates in your pocket.

eric son: one night not enough?

you look back up and see him send one more message before shoving it into his pocket.

another message dings across your screen.

eric son: all you have to do is ask, princess

you look up from your phone screen to see eric moving off in his group of friends, giving you one last wink at that before he turns around.

the warmth emitting from your phone heats up in your palm when you tighten your grip around it, frustrated with yourself and frustrated with how easily he's got you wrapped around his finger.

"whew!" a sharp sigh exclaims from behind you, and you immediately attempt to erase the agitation off your face. turning to face your new company, you slide your phone back into your pocket.

"where were you?"

yujeong huffs and rests her weight on her hips, stretching to a side while yawning. "dealing with some girls sobbing over jung wooseok graduating. what about you?"

"what do you mean 'what about me'?" you turn to frown at her, arms crossing over your chest. "I've been here the entire time waiting for you."

"you think i didn't know where you disappeared off to? at wooseok's party?"

your heart stops.

she begins walking, and you follow quietly.

"i know you went home without telling me."

oh.

your lips part to heave a sigh of relief, but you stop yourself and feign surprise instead. "oh!"

"'oh', she says," yujeong rolls her eyes. "you could've at least told me."

yes, because i'd want you to know that i rejected wooseok AND got ruined by eric sohn in the same night.

"sorry," you suck your lips in between your teeth and cling to her arm. "i wasn't feeling well."

"pity," yujeong sniffles. "someone found cum stains on the floor outside wooseok's garage. you should've seen it for yourself."

"huh," you blink, refusing to turn to her. "what were we expecting from wooseok's graduation party?"

"point taken," yujeong shrugs, and you slide off her to comb through your ponytail. "anyway, someone told me you finally got down to talking to eric last night at the party. how did that go?"

"um," the name triggers a fight-or-flight response in you, but you can't have yujeong see right through that.

"yeah, i mean... if you're the 'innocent heartbreaker' and he's the 'vicious' one, then that must've been one hell of a conversation!"

"huh!" with your brows raised, you look at her with wide, surprised eyes. "who the hell coined that?"

"i'on't know, like, everybody?" yujeong frowns, finally turning into the cafeteria. "besides, you never really liked him... nor spoken to him. so it must've been a surprise to anyone to see you talking to him."

the crowd in the cafeteria stirs to life as more people follow in behind you and yujeong, the lunch crowd beginning to create a ruckus in the enclosed space.

"we just... you know, bumped into each other."

"I've always wondered how you guys never bumped into each other before the party," yujeong yawns again, pulling you aside to a table and sitting the both of you down. "i didn't think your dance crew was so well separated."

"we deal with different genres," you sit and rest your forearms on the table. "no reason to mix our teams."

"anyway, i heard new leadership positions are out today so keep a lookout for that."

"oh?" you turn to her. "what about you? did you get anything in baseball?"

"no shit, sherlock. you're looking at the new captain."

"oh!" with a bright squeal, you stand and throw your arms around her. "I'm so proud of you!"

"don't be sappy," yujeong uses her finger to push your forehead away from her. "but thanks."

the stale air of the practice room guts you first, since you associate nothing else with this place except sweat tears and a couple of ankle twists.

the air conditioner whirs to life when you turn on the main control switch of the studio.

usually, you weren't the first one here and so you were more than surprised when you were. placing your bag down and fiddling with the sound system, you plug it into your phone turn up the jazz music since it's supposed to calm you down. the thought of the night before was far too aggressive and violent for you to stomach.

it's okay, you think. the rest will come soon and practise will ensue.

it's alright.

then the door clicks and you look up in the mirror to see eric in the reflection.

the thought zips through your neurons: something's wrong.

he shouldn't be here.

you look back down at your phone and feel your insides twitch at the sight of him. "this isn't your training slot."

"and you don't need to be here," eric smirks, drawing a frown across your face as you look up.

"what do you mean?"

eric smiles at you in the mirror, closing the door and locking it behind him.

now you finally turn around, watching as he strides to you with his hands in his back pockets.

"i cancelled practice."

"what do you mean you cancelled practice?"

"well," then he pauses just about a foot away from you, waves of uneasiness already flooding into your private space as you lean back against the countertop. "you're looking at the new captain."

you scoff, shaking your head in disapproval.

"so the first move you made after becoming captain was to cancel training? very mature of you," with a huff and a smirk of disbelief, you pull out your phone, the jazz music abruptly stopping as you reach down for your bag.

"aren't you gonna congratulate me?"

you glare at him through your lashes as you lift your bag, but he's looking at you with wide, puppy eyes instead.

"congratulations," the wry, insincere remark draws a smile across his face.

"where are you going?"

"home. where else?" you swing your bag over your shoulder and take a step around him.

but of course, he stops you by grabbing your arm and holding you back to the countertop where you were previously leaning on. you yank your arm out of his grip but he finds your waist and hoists you up onto the countertop, the cold surface brushing up your skirt.

goosebumps erupt all over your exposed rear, including the skin on your arms for him to see.

"dance practice is cancelled but that doesn't mean you can't stay and accompany me."

"wait-" the whimper hums through you when his hands find your rear under the material, cupping your flesh in his hot palms. dipping his lips into your jaw, he begins planting soft kisses, deliberately making each and every one of them audible by your ears.

huffing and panting out of frustration, you squirm under him, unable to move due to the pressure he's exerting on your hips.

"it's only the two of us, princess," he whispers into your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand and your lips pull apart in a wince. "and what are you doing... wearing a skirt to dance practice?"

his hands are everywhere.

he's running them up and down your calves and thighs and gently pulling them further and further apart so he can slot himself between your knees.

on top of that, you were staring at your reflections in the mirror across the studio.

"i have an extra pair of leggings in my bag, for gods' sake."

eric chuckles devilishly, reeling backwards to look you in the eye.

"and what were you waiting for before you'd change into them?"

"for training to start?"

eric blinks, running his fingers through his hair again. resting his hands on the countertop's edge by your thighs, he leans in closer to you, eyes slightly hooded and searching yours as if looking for something.

"i heard you rejected wooseok."

the name drives a puncture through a lung, and the guilt surges through you again when you remember whose house it was that you let eric ruin you outside.

"that's none of your business."

a sly smirk stretches his lips apart, and he lifts his finger to pick at the buttons on your shirt. annoyance brings your hand up to his mischief and you grab his hand, holding it in place as you attempt to close your legs.

but he grabs your wrist with his free hand and pries it off his own, taking both your hands and sliding them over the rim of his joggers.

"for someone who's been dubbed the 'innocent heartbreaker', you're kind of feisty."

then he uses your fingers like puppets and pulls apart the drawstrings, loosening the material's hold around his pelvis.

"you wanna know what i think?"

"no."

"i think..." eric throws your arms over his shoulders and pulls you in closer, chest pressed against his with his lips brushing across the arch of your ear. "this 'innocent heartbreaker' image of yours? fake."

he pulls away, a disgustingly innocent smile wide across his face. it makes his eyes shine, and he's got an arrogant glimmer in his pupils as he reaches for your right knee, trailing a single finger up to your inner thigh.

"i think you use it to bait people into thinking that you're just a cute, pretty little girl..."

and he stops and harshly grips your thighs to yank you forward, just enough for most of your butt to remain on the countertop but your crotch to be over the edge.

"but in reality, you're just itching for someone to put you in your place."

he hears the gulp that's forced down your throat, and his hands come up to your jaw to hold your face still.

"isn't that right, princess?"

your mouth is dry.

your lips are dry.

and you open your mouth in a bid to hurl a string of vulgarities at him for coming at your title all too daringly, only for him to drop his hand to your throat and shove his lips between yours.

the pressure around your neck forces a groan up your throat, hands flying up to his shoulders to push him away (it was an attempt).

he releases your neck, lowering his hands to fiddle with your shirt's buttons while he attaches his lips to your jaw. using his nose to tilt your head to the side, you hear him take in your scent with a prolonged inhale.

eyes stuck to the ceiling lights, you're unsure whether the lights were blinding you, or you were just seeing stars.

the cool air finally kisses and blankets your chest when the top few buttons come undone, and before you can respond to the shivers that run through your body, eric's hands slide in between your thighs again.

the sudden, sensitive contact jolts your entire body, so eric anchors you down by grabbing your neck again.

"I'm sure you don't want the school to know that the 'innocent heartbreaker' isn't so innocent now, do you?"

he scoffs at the gulp he can feel in his grip and raises both brows when he pushes your underwear off your core. your pride flushes away when he finds nothing short of what he expected.

"oh, my," his tongue flies out and darts over his canine teeth, eyes locked onto yours as he presses his thumb onto your swollen need. "oh, princess... just ask."

your thighs are aching to close, but his hips are keeping them apart.

your hands are clawing into his arm, but it seems to be fuelling his pride even more.

he leans into you again, placing careful kisses along your collar bone and your jaw whilst resting his palms flat against the countertop.

"i'll give you the chance to watch yourself, hmm?"

and with that he trails his kisses down into your chest, hands sliding from the countertop and onto your thighs to hold them apart.

riling up the cotton of your skirt, his breath hits your core first, then the uneven texture of his tongue brushes across you.

he presses a kiss to your sensitivity first, then plunges his tongue into you. a sharp groan thrums through you, shivers drawing up your spine like sinful whispers.

his hair comes tangled between your fingers, thighs hung over his shoulders as eric moans and hums into you, the vibrations driving you over some edge you had forgotten even existed.

your hips buckle and jerk when he begins flicking his tongue against you, and your blurred vision lands on your reflection in the mirror.

eric son kneeling under you, with his head between your legs.

very quickly, your attention is torn away from the reflection and back down at him when he slides two fingers into you. focusing his tongue on your nub now, he begins pumping his fingers with ease and with a smirk plastered across his face.

you don't realise the mewls and whimpers you're giving him until he breaks off from your under, standing back up and pressing his lips to yours with his fingers still playing with you.

then he pulls away, and removes his fingers, bringing them up between your noses and flips his hand, allowing your neediness to glisten under the lighting.

"enjoying this, aren't you?" and with that smile on his face, he slides his fingers into his mouth, whirling his tongue all over his skin.

the lewd sight makes you cringe and writhe before him, so eric picks you up by your rear and walks the both of you to the mirror, turning you around to face yourself in the reflection.

oh.

no.

"wait-"

"'wait'?" eric bites on his bottom lip, taking your right hand and pressing them into the mirror. "oh, princess... i can wait all day, but can you?"

the question tears through you in waves, your head turning back to the mirror and your eyes watching the fog coat around your fingers in the mirror.

his fingers are interlaced with yours, his palm over yours as he pulls his joggers off with his free hand. smirking and looking up at you, he stops to push your underwear off your core, then slides himself between your folds instead of into you.

the frustration builds up, erupting through your throat in the form of a groan mixed with a mewl, earning a sadistic chuckle from him.

he pulls your left wrist down to your lower back, keeping the other plastered to the mirror as he gently and slowly, teases you, sliding over you.

your heart and stomach are plunging with every slide he gives you, the throbbing down below driving you absolutely nuts.

it's making you tear up, and you cry out in agony as your fist clenches over your lower back.

he leans forward, careful to keep his lips in contact with your lobe as he whispers the words,

"your body's mine, princess."

and with a subtle lean-back, and one swift push, he bottoms out, burying himself entirely inside you.

your chest puffs as you suck in the harshest breath in your life, and your entire body shivers upon the fill.

"look at yourself," his husky voice is low and dangerous in your ear. you swallow your saliva, walls clenching around him as your legs begin to tremble.

he slides out, and pushes back in slowly, careful to make you live through every second and every inch of him as he does it.

'it' meaning drilling the sinful bliss through you.

so he picks up his pace every time he bottoms out, ensuring that your legs wouldn't give out under you.

but soon, the lewd noises of slapping and muffled moaning drowns out your thoughts, your eyes now tearing as you look down at the wooden flooring. multiple whimpers and mewls try to escape your throat but you suck your lips in between your teeth, every thrust jerking you forward.

"good girl," eric reminds you, taking the hand that was previously plastered to the mirror and gathering both your wrists on your lower back.

it forces you to straighten up, back arched away from his chest as he holds you close to the mirror, the bottom half of your ponytail messy over your unbuttoned top.

in the mirror, your skirt was blocking the view where he was fucking all senses out from you.

it was the messy, whored-out look on your face; the marks on your collarbone and the bouncing of your hair with your arms held behind you that made your knees weak.

eric leans over into your neck, locking eyes with you through the reflection as he kisses your jaw.

by some miracle, his hip buckles at an angle, and something explodes inside you. his free arm circles your waist in a bid to keep you upright atop your knees failing you, thighs flexing and trembling against his.

your body nearly goes limp under his hold, and he pulls out just in time to release on the flesh of your rear.

he huffs, sighing and blinking away his own climax. eric releases your wrists and pulls your underwear over your soreness now, still holding onto your waist to keep you from falling over.

eric smiles at you in the mirror when he catches your tired gaze, brushing the little strands of hair out of your eyes.

his palm runs from your waist and up your chest, gently pushing your head back onto his shoulder. nose delving into your jaw again, he side-eyes you in the mirror, pressing his lips onto your neck.

"wear your hair up more often, you look more..."

"fuckable."

he takes your jaw and turns it to face him now, eyes glued to yours as he scans your face.

"oh, by the way... congratulations on becoming vice-captain."

#nevertheless: wishful thinking #eric smut #the boyz smut #tbz smut #eric sohn smut #eric scenarios #eric imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #eric x reader #the boyz x reader #eric x reader smut #eric sohn scenarios #eric sohn imagines

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arrowflier · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Mickey apologizes to one of their neighbours for something that clearly wasn't his fault just to make Ian(who's in his people pleaser mode) happy. Later, Ian realises how Mickey was right all along and feels bad about the whole thing and they talk. Basically them having a mature convo at the end

Ian heard the shouting as soon as he stepped out into the courtyard. Mickey had come down earlier to take a quick dip, and Ian was hoping to join him and relax together for a while.

But based on the way his husband and one of their neighbors were yelling right then, that clearly wasn't in the cards.

Ian sighed, and closed his eyes briefly. Was it really too much to ask that Mickey get along with the people in their building? He didn't even have to make friends, he just had to not be an asshole to everyone he met.

A particularly loud shout--something about children, and language, and have some common decency--forced Ian out of his reflections and toward the apparent catastrophe that was Mickey in public.

“Dammit, Mickey,” he muttered under his breath as he rounded the last corner and brought the pool into view.

Sure enough, Mickey was there. He stood at the edge of the shallow end of the pool, like he had just hoisted himself out, water droplets still lingering on his sculpted arms and chest. His arms were raised and held out to the side in challenge as he blustered on about public space, and freedom of speech, and I’ll do you one worse lady, just you watch just inches away from a middle-aged woman that looked like she had stepped out of a lululemon ad.

Ian was pretty sure it was the same woman who had stopped him at the elevators last week to ask him to “keep it down up there”. They really didn’t need to cause more trouble with her; Mickey had them on thin ice already when his response to Ian relaying that request was to play loud, bass-thumping music while riding Ian into the floor for effect.

She hadn't met his eyes since.

"What's going on here?" Ian interrupted, coming up behind Mickey and settling a hand on the back of his husband's neck.

"This lady was tryin to--" Mickey cut off when Ian squeezed and released that hand in warning. Mickey glowered at him, but shut his mouth.

"Your husband," the woman said with a glare at Mickey, "was setting a bad example for my nephew."

Looking around for the aforementioned child, Ian sighed when he saw a little boy staring at them all from a pool lounger with wide eyes.

"We're sorry, Mrs...," he trailed off, but she didn't bother to fill in the blank for him, instead just raising her eyebrows and tapping her sandaled foot expectantly.

"Uh, anyway, it won't happen again," Ian finished awkwardly. "Right, Mick?"

"Are you kidding me, Gallagher?" Mickey asked, incredulous.

"I expect a direct apology from your husband," the woman demanded at the same time.

Ian raised his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and gave Mickey a little shake when the other man didn't speak up.

"Come on, Mick, just do it," Ian muttered.

After a tense moment, Mickey did.

"Fucking fine," he hissed at Ian, ignoring their neighbor's sharp intake of breath at the curse. "I'm fucking sorry, alright?," he directed at her, before pulling out of Ian's hold to face him.

"You happy now?" he asked, before turning and stomping off to go inside.

The effect was dampened by the soft slapping sound of his bare feet hitting the pavement, leaving behind wet marks on the concrete. Ian and the woman watched him go with drastically different expressions: one with disgust, and one with concern.

"I do hope you'll keep your man in line better in the future," the woman groused at Ian, but he wasn't really listening.

"Yeah, sure," he answered absently. "Excuse me, I just gotta..."

And then he was scooping up the towel and shoes Mickey had left behind, and hurrying after his husband.

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"Mickey?" Ian called out hesitantly as he entered their apartment. Other than a couple of damp patches on the floor, there was no sign of Mickey anywhere.

Then Ian heard the shower start, and set Mickey's things down next the door to follow the sound.

Mickey's wet trunks were pooled on the cold tile floor, the shower curtain pulled tight from wall to wall. The splash of water bouncing from flesh to the acrylic tub echoed through the room.

"Mickey?" Ian asked softly, taking a step past the open door. "Mick, you in here?"

He heard a snort over the sound of the water, the curtain moving as Mickey's arm jostled it from inside.

"No, it's your other husband, Sherlock," Mickey answered, an odd tone in his voice. "You know, the one you listen to before you take some random bitch's side."

Ian winced. Okay, Mickey was mad, then.

Moving further into the room, Ian closed the lid of the toilet and turned to sit on it, elbows on knees.

"Sorry," he offered briefly. "But she had a point Mick, there are kids here--"

The water stopped abruptly, and the curtain pulled back to reveal Mickey’s face. His hair flopped wetly over his forehead, water still sluicing down the middle of his face, and he scowled as he brushed it away with the back of a dripping hand.

“Kid, huh?” he questioned “So I need to go get my fucking tattoos removed because some random kid might see ‘em?”

Ian blinked.

“Wait,” he said slowly, mind trying to figure out what he was missing. “What?” then scoffed when Ian just watched him.

Mickey just scoffed.

“You don’t even know what she was yellin’ about, do you?” he asked rhetorically. “I didn’t say a damn word to her or that sniveling brat she brought with her,” he revealed. “They took one fucking look at me, saw the words on my knuckles, and off she went on her little fucking tirade.”

“Shit, Mickey,” Ian started, but Mickey wasn’t done.

“Don’t you act like it matters,” he growled. “You care more about playing nice than payin’ attention, and don’t pretend that after all these years you don’t still assume I’m always the fuckin’ problem.”

Fuck. Ian had really screwed this one up.

“Mickey,” he repeated, more firmly, standing and stepping closer to the shower. Ian took the shower curtain in one hand and tugged it further to the side. Mickey shivered in the influx of cool air, looking more like a disgruntled cat mid-bath than an angry man.

“Mickey,” Ian said again, softer, and stepped over the lip of the tub so that nothing was between them. He took Mickey into his arms, his husband putting up a token resistance before settling against him with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” Ian whispered into his wet hair, ignoring the patches of water soaking through his clothes. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

Mickey hummed into his chest, not looking up. “You kind of did, though,” he mutters. “Every time somebody’s got a problem with me, you act like it’s my fault.”

Silence, for just a moment.

“Yeah,” Ian finally agreed, stroking a hand down Mickey’s bare back. “Yeah, I need to work on that.”

He pulled back, made Mickey meet his eyes. Mickey was no longer glaring, and his eyes were dry, but there was still something off about the way he met Ian’s gaze.

“You know I don’t really think that, though, right?” Ian asked, disheartened when Mickey didn’t offer a response.

“I don’t, Mickey,” he said earnestly. “I love you, and you’ve been trying so hard--”

“Shouldn’t fuckin’ have to try,” Mickey murmured, and oh.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Ian rephrased. “And I’m sorry I’m always making you feel like you do, too.”

Mickey moved back farther, and Ian’s arms dropped loosely back to his sides. His fingers itched to reach out again, but he got the feeling Mickey needed some space.

“Okay,” Mickey said. “Get outa here so I can finish.”

Ina obeyed, stepping out of the tub and moving toward the door, but he turned back before he left the room.

“When you’re done, come into the bedroom, alright?” he asked quietly. “I’ve got an idea to get back at that asshole woman.”

“Apology or not,” Mickey said wryly, “I don’t think I’m on the mood to fuck you right now, Ian.”

Ian just smirked.

“Not what I had in mind,” he said. “Now hurry it up, I think you’re gonna like my plan.”

---

About twenty minutes later, after the shower had started and stopped again and Mickey had had a moment to gather himself and get dressed, Mickey walked into the bedroom and stopped still.

Ian was sitting on their bed, fully dressed, but that wasn’t what had Mickey startled. No, it was the fact that right in front of him was a huge stereo with old school speakers, the ones that used to be downstairs in the communal lounge area, with Ian’s phone sitting right on top.

“What’s all this?” Mickey asked, and Ian grinned.

“So she doesn’t like profanity, huh?” he said. “Well I found a favorite new song.”

Mickey started to grin himself as he caught on to the plan. Ian stood and pushed one of the speakers a little closer to the vents in their floor, angling it so the sound would bounce right down into the apartment below. Then he tapped a few things on his phone, cranked the volume, and let harsh base and more expletives than Mickey had ever heard in a piece of music fill the room.

Mickey laughed. Ian held out a hand, like he was asking for a dance, and turned the music up even louder.

Shaking his head at his husband’s antics, Mickey took the proffered hand, and let Ian spin him to the sound of their bitchy neighbor losing her mind below them.

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #fanfic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #misunderstandings #fight and make up

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all-the-names-are-taken-aaaaa · 4 years ago

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Mess with me fine mess with someone I care about you are playing with fire

As mad and disappointed as Marinette got at her class, at Lila, at Miss Bustier, at Mr. Damocles, at Hawkmoth, hell even Gabriel, she never broke her rules.

Never ask personal favors from clients.

Never publicly use your training.

Never let them know about your wealth.

But staring at a crying Chloe Bourgeois who had stood in the rain for god knows how long waiting for someone to open the bakery, she couldn't help the snapping sensation.

"I didn't know were else to go." Chloe managed through her sons. Marinette calmly guided the broken girl to her room. Chloe had passed out before she could get across what had happened. Marinette hummed.

Picking up her phone Marinette paused briefly. "Hey M wha-" Marinette cut him off "I need the security footage of all of the mayors residents. I would do it myself but his daughter is passed out on my lap. I'll pay." The man on the other side is silent for a minute "my brother can get it quicker. No need to pay but could you consider a contract. Even just looking at it would be enough."

"I'm going to say it has something to do with a bet. Just make sure none of the more violent members of your family is there I'm not sure what you'll find." Marinette hums before hanging up. Grayson would probably do more that get the footage but a contract with them would probably be beneficial.

Chloe rolled over in her sleep. Marinette moves down stairs. Her parents turn to her. "I wouldn't be attending school today. I believe this mater should be dealt with first." Her parents nodded then continued to prepare for the day.

Marinette walks back upstairs before making another call. "Mr Watson terribly sorry to be calling at this hour." Audible shuffling "Mari Mari it's not a problem at all. Though you normally aren't up this early did you sleep any?" Watson asks. " yes and I quiet regret it. There's a situation. I need some assistance with a friend of mine"

" shit your talking like sherlock. I'll be there as soon as I can. I can't promise he won't tag along." Watson says hurriedly "I called ina faver someone will be there to get you in five." Marinette hung up. "Kaalki, Trixx"

"Yes" the two appear. "Kaalki full gallop" Trixx make an allusion of me sleeping on the couch.

"I am terribly sorry Mr Holmes. I only have clearance for Dr Watson. Actually you are banned from Paris because of the possibility of Acumatization." Holly explains. "You really expect me to believe that after she just called in not one but two favors." Holmes looks on unbelievablingly. " you'll find sir Miss Marinette is willing to pay for services provided. She is an active part in investigating Hawkmoth as you well know." Huffing Holmes sits down as Holly brings Dr Watson through the portal. "I thought she said she slept?"

"Doesn't counteract staying awake half a week. The girl is in miss Marinettes room once you have checked her I'll be ready to take you back."

Marinette stared at the ceiling it had been two hours since she found Chloe. Chloe had some bruising from falling on her way there. thank god. Chloe also had a respiratory infection dew to standing in the cold rain crying all night as it turned out.

Then there was the reason she was standing in the rain all night. Chloe had been kicked out for being gay. Weather or not it was true Marinette could only guess, but Lila and Alya had fabricated enough evidence to make it seem so.

Marinette turned toward Chloe. She could contact chloe's mom and hope for a better reaction. If she didn't get the reaction she hoped for she could always corner the woman in the business world.

But that could get messy and Chloe needs something more stable. "I'm breaking all sorts of rules today huh." Marinette hit her head on the desk. "Well I was planning to buy the building eventually anyway. I can hire a manager."

Chloe was still asleep at lunch time when Nadja and Bridget came by.

"Sorry I called you on such short notice." Marinette apologizes as she sets the plates down.

"It's fine. Your parents said it was important" Nadja states.

"Yes I have a story for you. Or rather a news collab. However I'm not sure how much you'll be able to use as we will have to get permission for some interviews. Here is all my recipes. I am asking one other reporter to help as a favor Miss Louis. I designed some dresses for her."

"This has to do with the school doesn't it." Bridget pales looking at the binder full of papers.

"I wish it was just that. There's more a lot more but I didn't have time to make more physical copies. Here's the computer version." Marinette hands the girls the flashdrives.

"Why didn't you bring any of this to me before?" Bridget asks.

"I was the main target so why would i?" Marinette shrugs.

The women left to do their respective jobs. No doubt Bridget would have the school under investigation be the time Marinette made it back.

"Hello Miss Amelia" Marinette greeted through the phone. "MDC it's good to hear from you. How is my comission coming along?" Amelia asks happily.

"It's ready to be shipped. I actually called for another reason. Your son is quite business inclined corect?" Marinette continues to write up a contract as she does the call.

"Oh yes but he doesn't seem interested in opening his own business yet." Amelia explains.

"I am starting a side project. I was wondering if he would be interested in it since it would be competitive with both the Agrests and the Mayor. I will be involving a few others his age. I can send over the contract by the end of the day" Marinette explains.

"I can certainly see. Thank you for considering my son in such a big project."

Marinette turned to the half asleep Chloe. "Here it will make you feel better" Marinette hands her some meds. "You need more rest after you eat."

"Do you know what happened?" Chloe asks after eating. "I do. Though I made sure to get those posts taken down before anyone else could see them."

Chloe looks up in shock. "Tomorrow we are going to get you some new things. Quiet frankly you spent to much time with Gabriel criticizing your clothes and I doubt you want to go back there while you are sick." Chloe nods before laying back down.

Next call would be Jagged. That would be interesting but that would have to wait till morning. Chloe would need to be awake.

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After an award show

I've got to be honest with you guys, this might be the horniest text I've ever written.

My excuse for that is that I'm hormonal and horny, because of my period.

I am so sorry for Brie Larson if she ever comes across this text. I'm sorry Brie, I really am.

I also hope this text makes up for the last one-shots that were really short.

Okay bye, I need to take a cold shower.

This was your first time ever attending an award show. It was quite scary if you were completely honest with yourself. To your advantage, you had Samuel L. Jackson by your side. He was your costar, and he had also turned out to be a good and close friend. Someone you could turn to for anything. Advice, and help, no matter the issue, he was always there to talk to.

"There is so many people here... goddamn," you said nervously, clinging to his arm.

"Don't worry... they'll all soon find their seats, just like we will," he reassured you.

Letting out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in, you followed him, until you finally could sit down. Looking around, you could see all these famous actors and actresses talking and laughing.

They really did have a good time. But you couldn't. You knew that there was a slim chance you could end up winning an award, and it scared you, to stand up at the big stage having to tell a speech, which you hadn't prepared in the slightest.

Noticing that nearly all the women wore dresses made you anxious, it felt like you blended too in with the men as you wore a suit.

You took out the flask you had stashed in your pocket and drank from it, the burning sensation in your throat gave you something else to think about.

"Are you feeling okay?" Samuel asked, immediately laughing when you started drinking even more.

"No, I can't be here sober... it's giving major anxiety vibes... I know."

"I'm also getting 'major alcoholic vibes' from the flask you've been carrying all this time."

"Oh god, you're too old to say major and vibes in the same sentence..."

"What? You're the one teaching me about what all the young people are doing and saying..."

You only laughed in response, feeling more relaxed as the alcohol slowly entered your bloodstream.

"So, now we just sit here and wait?" you asked, as you noticed Scarlett Johansson passing by.

"Oh my god... did you see her?"

"Who?"

"Scarlett motherfucking Johansson!" you squealed, too loudly for your own liking.

You looked Samuel right in the eyes, and said, "y'know, she is so fine, her smile, and those gorgeous eyes, like, I can't, I'm fangirling too much... she is so beautiful."

Samuel looked at you in disbelief.

"Gay awakening right there, like, if you didn't feel yourself getting warm and flustered as you stared at her on the big screen in a movie theatre, then you're a weirdo. A legend, an icon, and utterly stunning, is what she is!" you rambled on, forgetting where you were.

Someone cleared their throat right beside you, and you slowly looked up at them.

"You called my name?"

"Oh, God... shit. I am sorry."

She just laughed at your response. "No, no, it's fine! Glad to have helped you figure out your sexuality... you're looking quite attractive yourself, especially in that suit."

She flashed you a smile, winked at you and walked away swaying her hips. You slowly leaned back in your chair, praying that no cameras caught that embarrassing moment.

Samuel sat beside you laughing until he couldn't breathe, coughing, tears welling in his eyes.

"Are you sure she isn't your crush?" he said in between coughs, grinning from ear to ear.

"She isn't anymore... but believe me, she was my celebrity crush for quite some time."

"Mhhmmm..." he muttered out, unconvinced.

He tried to look where you were currently looking. Trying to see any faces he might recognize, that could be your type.

"Who is it then, your celebrity crush?" he asked smiling.

"If I told you that, then I'm never living it down."

"Oh, come on... give me a hint at least."

"It's.... a woman."

"No shit, sherlock. You're the gayest person I've ever met."

"You like women more than men like women... do you get that, that's some next level shit..." he said, stating facts.

All you did was laugh.

"True... true..." you mumbled, as the host walked out on stage.

All the talking from around the big room died down, and soon every head was turned in the direction of the stage.

A lot of famous names were said, but only a few of them won awards. Leading actress was far out of your reach, so you sat comfortable in your seat.

Then it happened. There was not a lot of categories left, but of course, this one, you had been nominated for, the words Rising Star popped up on the big screen. Then the image of yourself, another actress, and two actors came up right under the text. You looked absolutely terrified. Your hands were getting sweaty. This was it.

"Now or never..." Samuel whispered, taking ahold of your hand.

Then your heart stopped.

The host said your name.

Your hand was squeezed softly, and Samuel stood up, pulling you with him.

In shock, you stood there with your mouth open, not believing your ears.

You didn't think you were going to win.

You hadn't prepared a speech, or anything.

Samuel pulled you in for a big hug, and you hugged him back, feeling his safe and secure arms around you pulled you back to reality.

All around you people clapped, congratulating you.

The director patted your shoulder, and grinned at you. All you did was smile, in pure shock.

Then Samuel put both his hands up in the air, and you hit them both, giving him the high ten in pure joy.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked towards the stage, guiding you.

Once you stood on the stage, you didn't really know what to say.

Nervously you walked up to the microphone, and Samuel gave you a thumbs up as he started walking back to his seat. "Come here!" you whispered at him, scared shitless by the lights that were shining at you.

"This is your award!" he whispered back, as you were internally freaking out.

"Well, I'm going to shit my pants! Get your ass over here unless you want to deal with that mess and clean it up."

The audience laughed. You only got more nervous. The microphone had picked your words up.

"You've got this!" Samuel reassured you, smiling, and now you actually let him go back to his seat.

You sighed before looking out at all the other actors and actresses, overwhelmed by how they all looked at you.

Then the host came over with your award, and you nervously thanked him as he gave it to you.

"I don't know what to say... I didn't prepare for this, at all..." you said into the microphone, voice quavering.

You pulled out your flask and chugged down the rest of the burning liquor.

"Oooh, that stings..." you stated, as you carefully hid it again.

Samuel laughed, grinning from his seat.

"Wait is that allowed, to drink on live television?!" you asked, getting even more nervous.

"Fuck, I probably shouldn't have done that... shit, am I allowed to say fuck? No wait... sorry... can I swear?" you asked, looking out at the crowd with fear in your eyes.

Once again, the audience laughed, but even louder this time.

The panic on your face getting clearer by each second that passed.

"Okay.... well, uh, first off, I have to thank the director, the producers and the whole crew, everyone behind the cameras, and in front of them. Thank you to Samuel L. Jackson, for helping me while filming the movie, thank you for all the laughter and the smiles that you repeatedly put on my face. Thank you to my parents, for supporting me, and letting me stand here and embarrass myself! Thank you to all the fans that watched the movie, both in theatres and in the comfort of your own home... Thank you for making this possible, I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for you guys!" you said, as your nerves slowly but surely disappeared.

"Now... is there a bar nearby? I need more alcohol, or else I'm going to drop-kick a child. Sorry, that was a joke. I do in fact not hate children...... that much," you joked, with a deadpan face, making the crowd burst out in laughter.

As the laughter was dying down, you walked down the stairs with the award in your hand.

When you had gotten far enough from the stage, you ran toward Samuel, in a hurry to get to your seat again.

"That was good! You did great!" he reassured you as you sat down in your chair.

"You really think so?"

"Of course!" he beamed at you.

When they had put ads on for television, all the people started moving, finding other groups to chat to.

"You said that you were thirsty? Was that also a joke?" Samuel asked you, with a smirk.

"No, I definitely need more alcohol..."

"Well, let's find us some..." he said, standing up.

Once again you were following him, feeling lost like a puppy.

You finally came to a stop when Samuel had snatched two champagne glasses from a cater that walked by.

"Finally..." you said and took a sip of it.

Then you spotted her. Your celebrity crush, in the flesh, walking towards you, only a few meters away from where you were currently standing. You were now choking because of the champagne that had went down your airway by mistake as you were caught off guard.

Samuel patted your back, and looked in your direction as you coughed, trying to play it off.

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"She's your crush..." he said loudly.

You smacked him in the arm with your award. "Hush!"

"I know her! We've acted together countless times! She's a good friend of mine!"

"Exactly!" you answered him, and he caught on.

Then she came over, smiling at Samuel, and then you. She went in for a hug, and there you stood, awkwardly watching them as she hugged him tightly.

"I don't believe we've met before... it's so great to finally meet you, I'm Brie! And congrats with the award, well deserved might I add!" She congratulated you, a smile tugging at her lips.

You didn't know how to speak. Words left your vocabulary. Your mind went blank.

Samuel nudged your shoulder.

"Uh... ehm... thank you... nice to meet you too!" you rambled on, internally screaming.

"I think it'll be starting again soon... but you're coming to the after-party, right, Samuel? Oh, you're also invited, a friend of Samuel is a friend of mine!" she asked him, grinning, walking away towards her seat.

Samuel just nodded at her, and she smiled back, disappearing into the crowd again.

"Now this... this is something you'll never live down... that was embarrassing to watch!" he stated, laughing, as you chugged down your champagne.

After the embarrassing encounter with your crush, time seemed to fly by, and soon enough it was time to leave.

It was unreal, all the flashing lights that blurred your vision as you walked out of there. Cameras in every direction, nearly blinding you.

All you could think about as you and Samuel walked to his car was the fact that you were going to an after-party, at Brie Larson's place.

Samuel opened the car door for you.

"Thank you..." you mumbled.

Then he got into the driver's seat and started driving. "Where are we going?" you asked, looking out the window, fidgeting with your award, trying to find out where Brie lived.

"I am driving you home..."

"What? Excuse me, I am so coming with you to the party!"

"Of course, but not with the award, you're not."

You softly hit his shoulder in response.

"Scared you, didn't I?"

You stared daggers at him.

"So scared of not getting to be in Brie's presence... you really do have a crush on her..."

"Hey! It is not my fault that she looks so..."

"Hot? Sexy? Gorgeous? Pretty? Stunning?" he asked mockingly, teasing you.

"If you put it that way... then yes. I was going to say, attractive... but those words also describe her very well."

He only laughed, pulling over outside of your apartment.

Soon enough you had put your award on a shelf in the safety of your own home, and then you went to freshen up, practically drowning yourself in perfume, fixed your mascara, and put on more lipstick.

Then you walked out again, happy that his car still stood there.

"What took you so long?"

"I had to freshen up!"

"Right... like you weren't turning heads already."

"I need her to look at me... meaning that those who already has been looking doesn't matter."

"Scarlett Johansson looked at you..."

"Because I said her name, catching her attention."

"She also winked at you..."

"True," you said, while smirking.

"Look, right there, that's her place..."

"Uh... there's not a lot of cars here," you said, noticing the nearly empty street.

"It's a small, and intimate after-party."

You only gulped at his words.

"Come on, you don't want to keep her waiting, do you?" he asked jokingly.

He knocked on the door and entered, once again you followed him like you were lost and in desperate need of help.

"There you are! Thought I recognized your car from the window!" Brie beamed, pulling him in for another hug.

As they pulled away from each other she looked at you and smiled.

"You're looking so left out, come here!" she said as she lazily put her arms on your shoulders, pulling you into her for a hug. Her perfume crept up your nose, and you could feel yourself lean into her touch just as she pulled away.

She was simply intoxicating.

"Are you thirsty?" she asked and gestured to the counter with countless of drinks and bottles.

Samuel grabbed a beer and thanked Brie, then she walked away, greeting the other people that just walked in the door.

"Do you want something?" he asked, but you shook your head, you were already tipsy and knew you probably shouldn't drink more if you wanted to remember this night.

Then he walked away, and you trailed behind him, until he sat down on a couch in what you presumed was her living room.

"So well decorated," you said, sitting down opposite of Samuel and pointed to the paintings at the walls, the plants, and looked at how all the colours seemed to blend into each other.

"Thank you..." a voice you could recognize anywhere spoke out, then you felt her sit down beside you. Your breath hitched at how close she yet again was.

Looking at Samuel didn't help; he was desperately trying to hide his smile.

"So, congratulations again, on winning, must've been a big moment for you..." the blonde woman beside you said, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

"It was... I mean, I was so shocked... didn't think it was really happening..." you mumbled, scared of embarrassing yourself in front of her again.

"I think you handled it well!" she complimented you, as her eyes met yours.

You quickly looked away, and you could feel her smiling.

"So, what made you want to become an actress?" Brie asked, trying to get to know you.

"Uh... throughout my childhood I always had to pretend to be someone I'm not... so I decided to make use of that..." you answered, your voice slightly quavering.

"Oh..." she mumbled, realizing that the topic wasn't really a happy one.

"But now I'm not pretending anymore... I mean, the closet was made of glass..." you said, letting out a small chuckle.

"I see..." she answered, understanding what you talked about and flashed you a smile.

"Are you sure you don't want a drink?" Samuel asked, smirking from the couch opposite of yours.

"A drink would be quite nice, actually..." you said, and quickly stood up, glad to have gotten the chance to escape from the awkwardness so you could compose yourself.

Samuel chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

"I'm going to get a refill..." Brie said as she stood up too, immediately destroying your plan.

She placed her hand at the small of your back, slightly pushing you, guiding you to the kitchen even though you had just been there.

"So... what do you want?" she asked softly beside you, gesturing to the beverages, but you were too distracted by her facial features to notice.

"Uh... what?"

"What do you want to drink?"

"Oh..." you answered, as you realized you had misunderstood.

"What did you think I was asking you?" she asked, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

"Uh... ehm, nothing?" you stuttered as all you thought about was how much you wanted her. You wanted to feel her close, twisted in bedsheets.

"I'll have some wine..." you said, trying to play it off.

She poured you some of the red liquor. All you could focus on was her slender fingers holding onto the glass.

"What's gotten you so distracted?" she asked, as she gave you the glass, her fingers grazing your own.

"Uh... nothing."

"If you say so," she hummed unconvinced as she refilled her own glass.

You both walked back to the living room, with your drinks in hand and sat down on the couch. Then you recognized a buff man walking in.

"Oh my, he's even bigger in person," you said, not believing your own eyes.

"Chris Hemsworth, yeah, he's... strong. But don't worry, he's kind as a teddy bear," Brie whispered in your ear, her hot breath on your bare skin making you shudder.

"Hey, congratulations on the award!" Chris said, shaking your hand. "I'm Chris!"

"Thank you..." you muttered out and noticed how his muscles nearly ripped his shirt open.

He then walked over to the other brawny men, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans. It was impossible to not notice them, all the ladies were sneaking glances at them every other second.

"So, how do you guys know each other?" you asked Brie and Samuel, trying to strike up a conversation.

"We've acted in many movies together, actually..." Samuel answered, glancing at Brie.

"Captain Marvel, Unicorn Store, Kong: Skull Island, is some of them, to name a few," she answered and took a sip of her wine.

"Is it just me or are you like, really tense? You don't seem to be relaxed at all..." she followed up, in a worried tone.

It was hard to think, or speak, or do anything at all. She had picked up on how nervous you were around her.

"Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" you asked, getting up.

"Down the hall, first door to the left," she answered, glancing at Samuel who only shrugged his shoulders. You chugged down all the wine, regretting it immediately, and placed the empty glass on the table and practically ran towards the bathroom.

It was impossible to act even the tiniest bit normal. The effect she had on you was just too much. As you tried to open the bathroom door you quickly realized that it was locked.

Deciding to stand there and wait, Brie caught up with you.

"Are you okay?" she asked, standing right in front of you, just close enough to touch.

"Yes... just overwhelmed."

"What's bothering you?"

"It's nothing..." you said refusing to meet her gaze.

She took a step closer to you, and your breath hitched in response.

Slowly she took a hold of your chin and forced you to look at her.

"Do I make you nervous?" she asked with one raised eyebrow.

"What?" you asked back, as your cheeks were covered in a red flush.

It somehow felt illegal to admit that you desperately wanted her.

Your eyes trailed downwards, her blue dress resting at the top of her breasts, the fabric hugging her in all the right places.

You were wishing that her dress would slip down, just a tiny bit, but you scolded yourself for even having the thought.

"Is that why you're acting like this?" she asked, noticing where your eyes were wandering on her body.

You looked up at her, meeting her eyes again. Somehow, something just took over you, it was difficult to distinguish if it was arousal or confidence, because in a matter of seconds you put your arms around her neck and kissed her hungrily.

She didn't kiss you back, just put her hands on your shoulders, carefully pushing you away.

"You're drunk."

"Me being drunk doesn't change the fact that I've been crushing on you for so long..." you admitted, cupping her cheek.

"You're so gorgeous... it actually hurts," you complimented her, your thumb stroking her cheek.

"You're not thinking clearly," she answered, letting out a sigh.

"So, me being inebriated means that I don't know what I want anymore?" you asked upset.

"That's not what I said..."

"I want you so bad... I need you to just touch me-" you tried to speak but she cut you off.

"I don't want to take advantage of you being intoxicated," she said in a stern voice.

"Well, you're not!"

"You're throwing yourself at me, something you most likely wouldn't have done if you were sober," she explained in a gentle tone.

Getting slightly angry you brushed past her and headed towards the kitchen. As you walked through the living room, Samuel asked, "where's Brie?"

You didn't answer him, just kept walking, and he immediately understood that you weren't in a good mood.

She had told you that you were too drunk, and you decided to drink even more, just because you were hurt, and didn't take rejection well. Not a good solution.

You grabbed a beer and walked over to Chris Hemsworth.

"Hey..." you said, and he instantly moved a bit to the side, making space for you.

"How's it going?" he asked a little bit concerned at the disgusted look plastered on your face.

"Could have been better..."

"Someone pissed you off?" Sebastian asked, and looked over your shoulder, trying to see if someone looked guilty for making you mad.

"Yup," you said, and turned around, glancing at Brie as she sat down on the couch opposite of Samuel.

Chris Evans started laughing, with his hand placed firmly on his chest.

"Larson made you angry?" he asked, shortly after.

"How?" Sebastian asked confused.

"She's so kind, how can she make anyone mad?" Hemsworth chipped in, looking at how she pulled at her dress.

"I tried to kiss her..." you admitted, and chugged half of the beer.

"Easy there..." Hemsworth said and carefully nudged the bottle away from your lips.

"What do you mean, tried to kiss her?" Evans asked.

"I put my arms around her neck, and kissed her, she pushed me away."

"Why?" Sebastian asked glancing at Brie.

"Because she's so kind and pretty..."

"I think he meant to ask why she pushed you away..." Chris Hemsworth said and chuckled.

"Oh..." you mumbled, realizing you once again had misunderstood something this night.

"She said she didn't want to take advantage of me being drunk."

"That's a fairly good reason to not kiss someone," Sebastian said, agreeing with Brie's actions.

"She could have been nicer about it," you said, and took a sip of your beer.

"What do you mean?" Chris Evans asked, trying to understand the whole situation.

"She said I was throwing myself at her... and that I wouldn't do that if I was sober... but if I was sober, I wouldn't have had the guts to even look at her..." you admitted, feeling dizzy.

"I think you should apologize to her," Chris Hemsworth said, and took a sip of his own beer.

The two other men nodded in agreement.

"You really think so?" you asked, scared of embarrassing yourself even more.

"Yeah, definitely," Sebastian said, with a smile.

"Okay... thank you guys... for the talk."

They all chuckled as you stepped away and made your way to the couch.

You sat down beside her and felt her eyes on your side as you placed the beer bottle on the table.

Glancing at her you said, "I'm sorry..."

"For what?" she asked slightly confused.

"For kissing you... and acting like a dick afterwards."

Samuel's eyes went wide. "You did what?" he asked shocked.

"It's fine... we all do things we'll later regret while we're drunk," Brie said, putting an arm around you, pulling you toward her in a playful manner.

You completely froze for some seconds. She was sending so many mixed signals, and you couldn't process any of them because of how inebriated you were. So, all you did in response was lean into her touch, focusing on how her hand was resting on your hip.

"Is that Tom Hiddleston and Tessa Thompson?" you asked, looking at the two people laughing in the corner.

"Yes, it certainly is," Brie answered you as Tessa got her phone out and started showing Tom a video or something.

You grabbed the bottle on the table and drank the rest of the beer.

"Should she drink this much?" Brie asked Samuel.

"I'm right here," you said, hitting her softly in the shoulder.

"I haven't really gone out drinking with her before, so I don't know her tolerance..." Samuel said and looked at you again.

Brie only huffed as you got up again, stumbling as you walked to the kitchen again, your vision already slightly blurry.

You got excited seeing a bottle of vodka on the counter.

You filled up a small shot glass and poured the liquor into it and chugged it.

Filling it up again, and ready to chug it down a voice spoke out, "I really don't think you should have any more to drink."

You chugged it down, not listening to the woman.

"Too late..." you said, chuckling.

"So... why are you drinking so much?" she asked in a disappointed tone.

"I'm drinking so I don't have to deal with my feelings."

"That's never a good idea, honey."

"I know... but it feels good to just not worry for some time..."

"That's the high speaking... soon you'll be puking and wishing you never drank anything in the first place."

"You might be right... you might be wrong. Who knows?" you asked jokingly, slurring your words.

Then you tried to walk back to the living room, nearly tripping.

"I've got you..." she said and held around you, guiding you, that's when you noticed that it was Scarlett.

"Someone should take care of her... and drive her home..." she said loudly, looking around the room, noticing that everyone was holding a drink in their hand, too inebriated to drive.

"She can rest in my bed and sober up..." Brie said as she stood up and walked over to the two of you. When Scarlett let go, you nearly fell, but Brie wrapped her arm around your waist and started guiding you towards her bedroom, and you could hear the group of brawny men laughing.

"I don't need your help..." you said getting annoyed at her firm grip.

"You sure?" she asked chuckling.

"Yes..." you scoffed, and she slowly let go, and you used the wall to steady yourself as you walked, your vision so blurry that you couldn't see what was in front of you.

You felt a door handle and tried to open it. "That's the bathroom," Brie informed you in a gentle voice.

"Let me help you..." Brie said and wrapped her arm around your waist again, guiding you further down the small hallway.

"It's in here..." she said, opening the door, and helped you over to the bed.

You sat there on the bed, looking at her, as the room felt like it was spinning. Then you felt her taking off your shoes.

"I'm placing them right here... beside the bed," she informed you, like she was scared you'd think she was stealing them.

"Okay..." you mumbled, understanding that she didn't want to get muck in her bed.

"Do you want help taking off your jacket?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Mhmm," was the sound that left your mouth.

She started undoing the buttons, and took it off you, and folded it, placing it on the chair beside her dresser.

"Pants too?" she asked as you sat there, staring out into space.

"Mhhmm," you muttered out again, as your gaze landed on her again.

"Okay, you need to stand up now..."

You slowly stood up having a hard time keeping your balance, then you tried to unbutton your pants but failed miserably as your blurry vision screwed it up for you. Then you felt her hands meet yours, only to move them away so she could do it for you.

"Thank you..." you whispered, as she dragged the pants down your legs, and you stumbled out of them, only to flop down on the bed, your head hitting the pillow.

She folded the pants and placed them on your jacket, walked back to you, and pulled the covers over you.

"Night..." she said, while walking away and closed the door, and as soon as you closed your eyes you dozed off.

Then you woke up and felt someone beside you. Carefully you sat up, looking out the window, realizing that it was pitch black outside.

Looking down at the woman beside you that slept peacefully was a weird experience. Your head was hurting, your hungover hitting you like a truck, but seeing her half naked beside you made you aroused.

You laid back down and tried to fall asleep again. Her hot breath hitting the side of your face time and time again.

You shifted around, trying to find something else to focus on. She was sleeping only a few inches away from you and it didn't help that you could feel the warmth of her body radiating. She drove you crazy as her warmth went straight down to your core, making you even more aroused.

You kept on shifting every few minutes. She was so close to you, and you clenched your thighs together, hoping that the throbbing sensation in your clit would just disappear. But it didn't, it only grew stronger.

A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you gave up finding a position to sleep in.

Then you felt movement beside you.

"Are you alright?" she asked groggily.

"Yes... I'm sorry I woke you..." you apologized, clenching your legs once more, thankful that you faced away from her.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" she asked, not convinced.

"Yes... just... go back to sleep."

She placed her hand on your thigh under the covers and said, "if you're not feeling well, then I'm not going to sleep."

You softly moaned at her touch since she was so close to where you needed her. You cursed yourself for doing that, especially loud enough for her to hear.

She sat up and you could feel her eyes on you, like she was staring.

"Turn around..." she said, in a stern voice. You only gulped, scared of her seeing how hot and bothered you were.

"Come on, turn around."

"No," you protested, nearly groaning at her words.

"Fine," she said, and then took ahold of your shoulder and pushed you down, so you laid on your back.

"Your forehead..." she muttered out, "glistening because of sweat..."

Your breath hitched as she analyzed everything about you.

"Your breathing is uneven; your chest is moving fast. It seems like you've been awake awhile, and you're alert..."

"Did you just masturbate?" she asked, one eyebrow raised as she stared down at you.

"What?! No!" you yelled out, not believing she really had asked you that.

"I wouldn't do that with you in the bed... that's creepy... a violation," you said covering your face with your hands.

"Then what's wrong?" she asked, trying to figure out why you were so on edge.

"Nothing!"

"You literally moaned when I touched you, what is going on with you?"

"Just drop it... go back to sleep," you pleaded.

"Is this about what you said when you were drunk in the hallway?"

"Huh?" you answered confused.

"You don't remember?" she asked surprised, with a smirk on her face.

You went silent, you had no memories of talking to her in the hallway.

She hovered over you, leaning slightly down.

"What are you doing?" you asked as your eyes were frantically looking all over her face.

"Did you mean it?" she asked, and her breath hit your face.

"Mean what?" you asked back, uncertain and scared of what you had said to her while being drunk.

She bit her lip, looking down at you.

"You said you wanted me badly, and that you needed me to touch you..." she explained, and a red flush covered your cheeks.

"I stopped the whole thing, telling you that you were drunk, and I guess I was right, because you were so drunk you don't even remember it."

"Is that what's bothering you?" she asked, searching your face for answers.

You laid under her afraid to answer.

"Do you need me to... touch you? Is that it?" she asked, and put her hand on your thigh again, softly massaging it.

You didn't dare to answer, scared that she'd stop if you said the wrong thing.

"Do you need me closer?" she asked, knowing you wouldn't say anything unless you wanted her to stop.

The pool of wetness between your thighs grew larger as her hand slowly crept closer to where you needed her.

"Do you need me... right here?" she asked, as she rubbed circles on your clit over your underwear.

You let out a soft moan and gripped her t-shirt and pulled her down until her lips met yours. She was calm and collected, you were not. You kissed her like you'd never get the chance to again, hard, and desperate.

She pulled away and chuckled. "So, you did mean it."

"Yes..." you mumbled, blushing.

She leaned down again, and teased you, her lips brushing yours, but not really touching. Every time you tried to close the gap she would pull slightly away, making you reach out for her only to slump back down again.

"Don't do that..." you said as you once again stared up at her, pouting.

"Do what?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

When she leaned down to tease you again, you placed your hands at her sides and stopped her from moving away. You carefully pressed your lips against hers, moving softly in sync with her. Slowly you let your hands slip under her t-shirt, roaming upwards, but you didn't dare to go higher than her toned stomach. She pulled away from you, looking at you with curiosity in her eyes.

"What is it?" she asked as your hands had stopped and simply just rested right under her breasts.

"Nothing..." you stuttered, afraid of messing something up.

"You can touch me, y'know, I am as much yours as you are mine."

"Okay..." you said, letting out a breath you didn't know you had held in.

Still, you didn't do anything. She pulled her t-shirt over her head threw it away behind her and looked down at how you stared at her chest.

"Like this..." she informed you, placing her hands on top of yours, making you grope her. Her soft flesh in the palm of your hands felt nice, but also wildly illicit.

You softly squeezed, massaging them, fondling her breasts, taking your time. Looking up at her you got flustered seeing her biting her lip, with her eyes closed.

"Sensitive?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, while sitting up.

"Mhm..." she mumbled, as you leaned down to meet her chest. You latched onto one of her breasts, sensually stimulating her skin with your tongue, softly nibbling at her nipple.

You then did the same to her other breast, savouring the feeling of her soft flesh on your tongue.

She looked so pretty, and she was warm and soft to the touch. Gently you pressed kisses from her breasts and up to her collarbone. Trying to feel every part of her. She tilted her head giving you access to her neck, and you placed sloppy wet kisses all over her sensitive skin.

Lightly sucking, and nibbling at her skin, making small bruises on her flesh.

You softly kissed her jaw, and chin, until you finally pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.

She eagerly kissed you back, and you parted your lips, letting her slip inside. She was passionate and loving. Then she carefully started to unbutton your shirt and pulled away from your lips.

You pouted, but as soon as her forehead rested against yours, you smiled, brushing your nose with hers, making a small chuckle leave her mouth.

Slowly, she undressed you, and threw your shirt away, her arms reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. She smirked as your breasts fell and threw your bra away too, then she carefully pushed you until you were laying on your back and she was hovering over you.

She leaned down, kissing you softly, making you moan into her mouth, your hands tugging at her hair. Making her way downwards, she pressed chaste kisses down your neck and collarbone until she could fondle with your breasts.

She slowly licked your sensitive skin latching onto one of your breasts, only to do the same to your other breast, then she decided to sensually pinch your nipples, and watch intently as you squirmed under her.

Her hands trailed down your stomach and played with the hem of your underwear. Once again, she was teasing you because she had most definitely seen how soaked you were.

You pulled your underwear slightly down, and she removed your hands.

"So impatient..." she said, and you stared daggers at her, making her chuckle.

She intertwined one of her hands with yours, softly stroking your skin with her thumb.

Soon enough she dragged your underwear down to your legs, giving her access.

Her slender fingers stroked your slit, gathering all your wetness.

"You weren't lying..." she said softly, chuckling afterwards.

"What?" you muttered out.

"You do need me to touch you..."

"Is this all you've thought about during the party?" she asked, digging for answers.

"Pretty much..."

"Every time I laid my eyes on you, I got flustered... I remember you hugging me, talking on the couch, and when you placed your hand at my back... and when your fingers brushed mine when you gave me the glass of wine..."

"That's all you remember?" she asked, with her eyebrows raised in surprise.

All you did was nod as a response.

"I'll give you something else to remember then..." she said, as her free hand found your core again. Her fingers slowly stimulated your clit, tender strokes making your legs twitch.

Your eyes met hers as her smile grew wider, she had you trembling under her in no time.

"Does this feel good?" she asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

You were so flustered you couldn't find any words to answer, so you nodded frantically.

She leaned down, nibbling at your earlobe while she kept stimulating you.

"Does it feel good? Answer me, or I'll stop..." she whispered into your ear.

"Yes... Brie, it does feel good... please don't stop."

"Then I won't stop... I promise," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

Soft moans escaped your lips as she added a bit more pressure. "Do you want me to go faster?" she asked, trying to figure out what you liked best.

"Yes," you muttered out, feeling her movements speed up almost instantly.

"Do you like to be penetrated?" she asked in a gentle tone, which made you feel like saying yes would be illegal, even though you knew it wasn't, at all.

You kept silent. "Don't be embarrassed, tell me... I want to make you feel good..." she hummed, as she kept focusing on your clit.

"Yes..." you admitted, looking at her, searching her face. "Do you want me to-" she tried to ask but you cut her off, "just fuck me... Brie, okay?" you said, cupping her face with your free hand, staring at her.

"No more questions, I just... I want you inside of me," you went on, and before you could do or say anything else, she slipped two fingers inside of you.

She chuckled as a shocked expression covered your face before you then hung your head backwards as she stretched you out for her. "Not so innocent, are you?" she asked in a playful manner.

All you did was moan at her words and how her fingers were pumping into you at an aggressive speed. She went as deep as she could, only stopping at her knuckles. Then she curled her fingers, hitting the spot inside of you that made you squirm.

"Right there..." you said in between moans, as her thumb kept stroking your clit for each thrust with her fingers.

"You look so pretty, taking my fingers so well..." she softly said, praising you.

"Think you can take one more finger?" she asked, and your gaze landed on her, fear hiding in your eyes.

"I don't know..." you answered her truthfully.

"I think you can do it..." she said, as she pulled out of you, only to thrust three fingers inside of you, slowly, she stretched you out.

She looked absolutely mesmerized, as her fingers disappeared inside of you. As your legs started shaking, she was quiet, like she contemplated something, and you didn't know what.

Then you felt her add another finger. Your mouth fell wide open, a throaty moan leaving your lips as she was halfway fisting you. It felt like you were going to pass out.

"Fuck!" you screamed out, squeezing her hand that she had intertwined with yours a long time ago.

"You're doing so well for me..." she said tenderly, leaning down to kiss you, but you just breathed against her lips, unable to do or say anything as she pushed you over the edge.

Your thighs clenched together, trapping her hand, as immense pleasure took over your body.

A guttural moan filled the room as you gripped her arm, nails digging into her flesh, slowing down her movements. "Brie... that was..." you said in between heavy breaths, carefully removing your hand as she gently stimulated your clit, riding out your orgasm.

It was almost too much, but her lips pressing kisses all over your chest brought you back to reality as you tried to catch your breath.

"It was good, right? Painful at first, then bearable, and pure bliss?" she asked, looking down at you.

"Mhm..." you agreed with her. Then your hand started stroking her outside of her underwear, like she had done with you at first.

"You don't have to... I get it if you're tired," she said and laughed softly.

"But I want to..."

She only nodded at your words and dragged her underwear down her legs.

"You're wet..." you said, as her wetness coated your fingers.

Chuckling at your observation, she quickly shut up as you stroked her clit.

She looked down at you while you focused on your hand.

"That can't be a comfortable position..." you said, sitting up, pushing her down.

"Spread your legs..." you told her, and soon enough she did.

"Wait, are you really gonna..." she tried to speak but moaned as you started to eat her out. She grabbed your hair and pulled you closer if that was even possible.

Your tongue swirled around her clit, making her shudder in anticipation. You lapped up all her wetness with your tongue, then went back to stimulating her.

She tasted sweet. It was expected.

Her thighs cradled your face, keeping you in place. It was safe to say that she had wanted this, judging by how fast she was starting to come undone.

She used her arms to support herself and looked down at you, her eyes meeting yours as you kept eating her out.

Then you started sucking on her clit, and she threw her head backwards, moaning as you pleasured her. She became a mess, her legs shaking, closing by instinct as she grinded forwards, meeting your tongue each time.

You moaned into her core, sending shiver down her spine.

Roughly tugging at your hair, not letting you pull away meant that she was getting closer. You kept stimulating her, until she came while shaking, a loud whimper leaving her mouth that sounded more like a strangled cry.

You licked up all her juices and swallowed as she looked down at you. "Fuck..." she panted, and you crawled over to her, resting your head on her chest, both feeling and hearing the rapid beating of her heart.

"I'm so glad that you got so drunk you had to stay..." she said, pulling the covers over you.

"Me too Brie... me too," you answered, kissing her breasts as she caught her breath.

"You should rest... you're going to be so hungover."

"And sore..." you said with a chuckle. All you heard was her soft laugh as you closed your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber while her hand stroked your back.

#brie larson #smut #brielarsonsmut #wlw smut #wlw #sapphic #lesbian

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sweetestlamb · 3 years ago

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I've Got You Under My Skin Part 2

Author's note: Can you tell I'm inspired? A double fic post who is she? Dedicated to @serxeins because I know I can always count on you to read and comment and give me some good vibes.

Summary: She's not jealous.

He's not there the next day and it puts her in another foul mood, honestly who was he to invade her life like this and then leave as he pleased? She would be the one to send him away not the other way around, she was the one in control here.

She goes all the way to his house after work to inform him of this, slightly more prepared for his state of dress- he's only wearing a thin white shirt and flowy pants, both made of soft looking cotton.

"No wonder you're still sick. Look at you're wearing." She rolls her eyes at him not waiting to be invited in, he never waits for her and ignores her when she tells him to go away. It's their thing. Blatant disregard.

"That's shaming, that's no way to speak to a sick person. What medical school did you go to?"

"One that taught me to prioritize honesty over niceties."

She has more porridge but it's her mom's recipe the one she used to make when she was feeling sick and it was hard to keep anything down. She had suddenly remembered it the night before and woke up early to prepare it from sensory memory alone, she was hardly a chef but this was the only meal she could make without fail. If her eyes had prickled with instead tears as she stirred the pot that was no one's business but her own. She hadn't been able to make it for years now but for some reason she couldn't stop herself this morning.

"What's this?" He asks curious over her shoulder, his chin barely grazing her skin. She doesn't move away ignoring the thrumming his closeness elicits.

"Porridge."

"It smells good. It doesn't look like grandma's porridge. Where did you get it?"

"I made it." It's embarrassing admitting that she made anything for him, she feels like she's showing her hand far too much but can't get her mouth to stop revealing her heart.

"You're full of surprises. Let's heat it up."

He looks better now, no longer flushed and sweaty. The fever must have broken over night, he looks rejuvenated scooping the food into a pot and warming it up.

His house looks a bit cleaner today as well, the windows are open allowing a wonderful breeze to fill the space and sweep away the stench of sick in the air. She walks aimlessly until she sees a bit of material on the floor, bending to pick it up she glares at the material in her hand. It's a light pink scarf, thin and almost sheer. He has an eclectic style but this is indubitably a woman's scarf, she almost throws it on the ground in a fit.

"What are you doing?" He breaks her from her shock, walking towards her with twin bowls in his hands.

She almost hides the scarf away feeling ashamed of the searing hotness that rips through her chest like a current. But foolishly she swings her hand up presenting the offending item instead, narrowing her eyes as she peers at him.

"What's this?" She challenges, a voice in the back of her mind begs her to shut the fuck up but her anger pushes her forward recklessly.

He tilts his head looking intensely at the item before pursing his lips and answering, "I think it's a scarf."

No fucking shit Sherlock.

She looks at him unimpressed and unamused not quite understanding why she cares so much that there's a scarf- a feminine nother scarf in his house.

"I had a guest earlier. She probably left it." He replies lightly sitting their food down on the table and she follows him briskly still not satisfied with his answers.

"Give me back my porridge." She says childishly snatching away his bowl just as he's about to eat, the look of annoyance on his face brings her nothing but pure joy.

"What's your problem now?" He argues reaching for the bowl but she tugs it further out of his reach. With a long suffering sigh he stands up, stepping closer to retrieve the bowl but that move brings them chest to chest and she stares up at his bright eyes.

Bringing his hands up he touches the scarf in her hand, she drops it abruptly not wanting him to touch it at all now.

"Don't."

He stares at her long and hard, Adam's apple bobbing as their eyes lock. He shakes his head a tight smile on his face now and she wants to kiss that smug look right off his face. Wait.

What. What am I thinking?

The sound of his doorbell chiming breaks them free of this heated staring match, but not immediately he looks at her puzzled and is that something hotter, before slowly turning and walking towards the door.

"Hey, I think I left my scarf--"

A decidedly female voice sounds from the door and before she can second guess herself she grabs the discarded scarf from the ground and sashays over to the door. He looks completely surprised to see her walking over but barely reacts when she barrels next time, pulling the door open wider to see who's here to see them.

It's the new teacher that just moved into town, she hadn't yet been introduced to her but she'd heard nothing but bad things from the landlord. She was supposedly a man stealer.

"Oh! I didn't know you had a guest." The woman's gentle voice lifts in awe at her sudden arrival at the door.

"Here's your scarf." She thrusts the item fiercely at her, watching as the other woman jolts in surprise.

Du-sik looks curiously between the two seeming to feel the weird energy surging in the air.

"Miss Yoon this is--"

"Was that all you needed? We were in the middle of eating. He needs to regain his energy." She cuts him off, having no desire to be introduced to the other woman. The school teacher glances between the two of them being nodding slowly as if realizing something.

"Yes that was all. I'll leave you to your meals."

She watches as the school teacher disappears from sight, turning to walk back to the table.

"That was rude. Do you two have a problem with each other?"

Shrugging non-committally she pushes his porridge back across the space already digging into her own.

"Your meal will get cold. Stop saying nonsense and come eat."

He stares at her for a long time before retaking his seat and tasting the thick broth, she tries not to watch and wait for his reaction but it's probably a failure.

"It's delicious. I can't believe you made this."

Overlooking the backhanded compliment she hides her smile behind her spoon before looking up with a glare, "I'll never make it for you again." But it's an empty threat because she already made three containers worth in case he falls ill again.

"I'll turn off your electricity until you do."

She guffaws at the threat, grabbing the closest thing (a pen) and throwing it at him. It pings off his forehead and falls to the ground.

"Ow. That hurt."

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, no doubt her roommate asking about her whereabouts she had just suddenly disappeared out of nowhere after running out of the office. Swiping to open the phone she prepares for the onslaught of messages.

"---kiss it better."

She freezes at the words, dragging her eyes from the phone back up to his steady gaze. He's staring brazenly seemingly unashamed but the tint of red on his ears give him away, he's not at confident as he's pretending to be.

"What did you say?"

"I.....said you should kiss it better."

She has no clue what he's talking about but instinctively her eyes move down to his lips, blush pink and tempting they stand out on his pale skin. She wonders how they would feel under her own, if they would pucker up and press or bloom open giving her their sweet nectar. She wonders how many women he's kissed and if he's ever thought about kissing her.

"My forehead. I meant my forehead... because of the pen. I was just joking." He looks dazed now, still under her appraising gaze and she coughs swiftly moving her eyes and staring out the window.

"Mi-seon's looking for me. I should go."

Thankfully he doesn't comment on her running away again, he merely nods and collects their bowls.

"Thank you for the meal." She nods in response, her voice lost at the moment terrified of why she keeps coming here, what could she possibly want?

He walks her to the door, both of them dragging their feet and taking their sweet time.

"That was the worst part about not having parents."

She halts at his sudden confession, squeezing her fists tightly as she glances over at him.

"Not having anyone who cared when I was sick. It was never clearer how alone I was until those fleeting moments, there was no one to pat my back or bring me food or tell me I would be okay."

It's an ache she's used up, the ache of wanting something she'll never have. Years spent pretending she didn't miss her mother everyday. His honesty forces her own to the surface.

"That porridge was the one my mom used to make for me. I haven't made it since she...."

She doesn't finish her sentence but the look in his eyes tell her that she doesn't need to, he understands loud and clear.

"Thank you for making it for me. I'm honored." There is reverence in his voice as if he's never meant anything more in his life, it makes her heart tremble.

They don't speak anymore as she puts on her shoes and lays her bag across her body, reaching behind her he tugs the door open for her.

With a solemn nod she turns around ready to leave but a moment of temporary insanity makes her turn back and grab his shoulder for support, there's a look of genuine shock of his face before she leans onto the tips of her toes and presses her lips against his forehead.

Her cheeks are on fire as she draws back and his face looks painful from his red it is.

"You're going to be alright." With her last strand of courage she wraps her arm around and pats him on the back in comfort, his eyes are glossy and he looks years younger.

"I'm going."

She's aching to run but she walks away calmly until she's out of sight, throwing herself to the ground as soon as she turns the corner grabbing handfuls of her hair.

So much for being in control. Fuck.

#hometown cha cha cha #me again #i might be a bit obsessed #y'all know I love a little jelly cee #it gets the blood running #hong du shik #yoon hye jin

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imeternallylove · 3 years ago

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Just my first ff 🤧🤧🥲

NYC | LONDON | YOU | ME

Dr Stephen Strange x F.Reader

[fluff!]

Stephen Strange

On a lazy morning in New York Sanctum Sanctorum, my private residence. I brush my teeth slowly. Wearing a normal red-black t-shirt that I prepared last night, not the mystical Cloak of Levitation. Thinking bout’ something is waiting for me. A smile appeared when I saw my hair messed up, and I just left it as it was. It looks so cool, right?

Y/N

Standing in, looking at my swollen and ugly face at the apartment in downtown London, remember I have to get ready for lunch. I slovenly apply light brown eyeliner, even the lines are out of shape, but Nah... It looks natural anyway. The lips are some soft pink with a rosy cheek. Wait, I need perfume too. Yes! I do look nice today.

Stephen Strange

After all my things were done, I went back to my room and wore my favorite jacket and sneakers. Today I have a date and holy shit! It's going to be late if I don't leave my house right now. The haste made me forget to lock the door so... yeah, let it be, I won't be late back home.

Y/N

It's a bit cold today, so I put on a red hat and a brown scarf. My bedroom is messy all the time, it's the reason why I can't find my black boots. Ugh! Finally, I ended up with white canvas, I hurriedly stepped on the elevator but god sake!! -- I forgot to lock the door!!!

Stephen Strange

The parking was full, I had to find an area for a while until I was almost upset. Then, I hurriedly went to the cafe. The inside fills with aromas of coffee and pastries, and the outside has a small garden, yes, "She" chose to sit here instead of inside.

Y/N

I finally came to the crowded subway. Waiting about ten mins then entered the bogie. Not long after, I pressed my buttocks to sit in the window-mounted station, my favorite place in the subway. Little glancing at the wall behind the bogie cabinet began to move, I can't wait to see "Him," my date.

Stephen Strange

The parking was all taken, I had to find an area for a while until I was almost upset. Then, I hurriedly got into the cafe. The inside fills with the aromas of coffee with pastries, and the outside has a small garden, yes, "She" chose to sit here instead of inside.

Y/N

I tightened my coat tightly and walked into the large hallway in a good mood, where "Sherlock" was making a booking to have lunch together with me. This restaurant is vintage style. Yea... He knew that this is one of my favorite places in this town.

I like both the food and the atmosphere here. He must have prepared this to flirt with me, God can't help me hold on to smiling, of course, I gave him a lot of impressions for our second date, he will.

Stephen Strange

"Irene" grinned when he saw me walking in. And it's always been a bright smile from the first time we met. After I sat down, she opened the menu. Soon we ordered coffee, sandwiches, and chocolate yogurt cake. We started with a funny conversation. She asked about my recent job before I was Sorcerer Supreme. And, I asked about her hobbies. We were telling strange and amazing funny stories, and she ended by asking me to go to the sea. I did not reject that.

Hmm, yes... Right now.

Y/N

I can't believe that I... I completely forgot where the table was and I... I was lost on the 2nd floor! Didn't take too long. I couldn't find out that he had reserved the innermost table, which was attached to the bar, and that was it. He was looking at me with a peeking eye when I accidentally bared his teeth at him as the waiter placed the apron. I felt a little tense and nervous. But what? It's no big deal when we're going pretty well... I think so.

Stephen Strange

Not too long to feel bored. We finally reached the sea, Irene and I walked in the mid-afternoon hot summer breeze on the beach. Right now, people are not very crowded. I looked down at the fine white sand, which contrasts with the pale sea. And watched the sky turn a faint orange.

My heart is confused, I can’t accept the truth... I cast my sunglass-obscured eyes to the round sun, which continually shone upon us. Irene looked very happy today, she looked fun, which made me have pretty fun. It might be because of her cheerfulness that made me feel more comfortable than ever.

Y/N

Lunch ended nicely and warmly. At this time, Sherlock and I were walking in a small park, which was not too far from the restaurant. Even though we're in the center of the city, in this garden, it's so quiet, peaceful. It also gives a feeling of unspeakable relaxation to me.

I laughed as he acted as he was embarrassed while we were hand-holding. He looked cute and charming when talked about his cases. I listened to him in a soft voice full of excitement. And that made me forget almost all the problems I was facing during my stay with him.

Stephen Strange

Of course, before we go back home, it will be dark, both of us think the best way is to come back to my home first. Why? Because we were both lingering. Let the time pass without a hurry right in front of the door, we were laughing and scrambling about what we have done together today.

Irene told me that she loved being with me so much that she couldn't withdraw. Along with talking about the next day, we will "date" again, then I realized that my heart was pounding hard. And it was very turbulent as well.

Y/N

We stand in front of my apartment. The sky was now completely black. Sherlock walked with me to the front of the elevator inside the lobby floor and to the front of my room. Where along the way we all talked about today And he's still the same polite guy to me.

He said that today I dress prettier than every day. I already know we will "date" again someday and why are my cheeks red like this. And even if only giving a simple smile without saying anything, I think it's not difficult to understand what I'm feeling now.

Stephen Strange

I don't know how I brought myself to bed. And I don't know when I will stop smiling. But now I only know that Irene Adler, she makes me smile like a dog... It's best for several months ago.

Y/N

I dropped my heavy body on my bed as I stepped into the room. Until now, I still haven't stopped thinking about all that I have done with Sherlock today. I'm sure it was a very good time... Sherlock Holmes, this guy is so good! OMG!! I can't force myself to stop smiling. What should I do? Urg!!!

Stephen Strange

A few days later, Irene came to my house, We chose to watch a funny movie together. Of course, in a fucking funny rhythm, the popcorn in a bowl that I made spilled over the floor. But that was fun because I saw another pov of her and it feels good to laugh along with her so so so well.

Yes! Her cheeks are red too.

Y/N

Sherlock came with a horror film in hand. His smile made me not hesitate to open the door and prepare the popcorn for tonight. We both sat on the carpet next to the sofa with the popcorn bucket in the middle. In the end, it was me who almost didn't know about this movie. It was so scary that he asked if I was okay. He solved that problem by hugging me from behind and used his hands to close my eyes when some scenes made me startled. Oh dear god, my face turns red, it's so red!

Stephen Strange

We met again on a rainy day at my house. Irene talked about the dusty acoustic guitar standing beside the bookshelf. So I picked it up and played her a song that I used to play regularly, she lay on my lap, slowly spreading out soft hair as her breath took a rhythm when she fell asleep. Until the sunset.

Y/N

We haven't seen each other for almost two weeks. Until today, Sherlock stood in front of my room with a violin, which he seemed unable to play but he can. The songs he played made me so happy that I accidentally moved my feet and sang along to the melody.

He and I let the time pass by until dusk.

Stephen Strange

After we both finished the dinner that she had done. Irene said goodbye to me with a smile as usual. And finally, I am the only one left in the house. Then I took a shower and went to bed but during that time I thought of 'who was lying on the other side of this bed. I raised my hand to my forehead. I don't know how to deal with this feeling. I know well why I can't sleep even after trying to suppress my eyes in every way.

I know it all

Y/N

When only I was left in the room my brain was filled with something again. I walked all the way to the wide bed. Surprisingly, it looked more empty and vast every day. I let out my breath. Even Sherlock's violin sound felt good but it did not make me forget what distracted me.

Yeah, his voice wasn't 'that' voice, It's not the one I want to hear right now.

...Not at all

Stephen Strange

We are preparing dinner again the next day, feeling so uncomfortable. And it was Irene who mentioned my abnormality first. Because of that, I tried to explain it to her. But then it completely messed up the shit. She cried and ran away.

Y/N

This was the first time that I didn't open the door for Sherlock to enter the room for no reason. After realizing that I was wrong, several hours have passed. But he was still standing there waiting I was so confused like fucking crazy. And it was me who couldn't stand it. The door was finally opened. But there were no words between us while I was crying.

Stephen Strange

I sat on the sofa to reflect on what happened and where 'she' was while pressing my phone's photo library to find her photos. I promptly understood what happened to me. What the hell is why I'm waiting for her back for too long?

It is now that I realize how much I miss her now when I picked up the iPad. ... and found the fastest flight to London.

Y/N

Everything's going boring I sighed as I scrolled through the pictures my mom sent me when she felt lonely, hoping it would help me feel better too. Until it stops at that face, it was him. I try not to think about him. But he was the one that I want to see right now, so I will not let myself suffer anymore.

Inside the living room, I spent an hour with my notebooks to book a flight to get back to where I had been... It's in New York.

Stephen Strange

I muted the eardrum alarm when it roared. In fact, I deliberately set it up for fear of leaving the house late. But right now, I'm in a taxi that was taking me to the airport. So I laughed lightly when I remembered that today I woke up earlier than usual and hurried, it was abnormal, which I knew why.

Y/N

It's been 9 hours since the flight that I booked to come here one way. I thought I was doing well when both legs brought me and a small backpack in front of his apartment just before the sunset. Until arriving at the door I decided to ring the bell only two times. I privately thought that I would finally meet him. But it's not like that. Because apart from silence There was no response from the people in the room at all.

Stephen Strange

The plane was late landing but it's okay. Just tired and confused about why I don't use the spell. I can't believe that I will be rejected by three taxis. But those things didn't make me feel as bad as she wasn't at her home. I tried to calm down with disappointment. But in the end, I chose to pour out the hope that was carried far by the wooden fence. Before deciding to continue to go to the sea... I just want to go back to the place where we often spend time together. Even if it's getting dark.

Y/N

I left my pride on the ground, calling him instead of waiting hopelessly.

Stephen Strange

My phone rings, her name on the screen. And I have no hesitation in answering the call.

Y/N

"I'm home... Stephen"

"I'm home too, Y/N," said Stephen "I'm at home."

I laughed as I started to understand something, I guess what expression when he heard the answer “Stephen, I'm in New York right now,” he still gives a shit silently, so I listened, the sound of familiar laughter.

Stephen Strange

"Baby? Oh," I stop, then continue "Y/N, you're alright there?" I said, after stopping laughing. She replied "I'm fine there, just wait for you at the mysterious Sanctum." Then change the tone to whisper.

"Damn Y/N, Can you close your eyes and take a welcome kiss from your wizard?"

Y/N

There is not my answer, I just giggle and closed my eyelids. And even if it is impossible... although the distance between the two cities would make him and me thousands of miles apart. It's unbelievable, you know?

I felt that our lips were actually touching each other.

Stephen Strange

Y/N opened her eyes, and now I'm in front of her face. The Cloak of Levitation pulls the rose bouquet from my hand, making me touch her face more comfortably, "Promise me, you will not leave me alone here?”

I look at her eyes, the most beautiful in the universe, and she glances at my sling ring. "Can you use the spell to take me to your kitchen?" She smiles brightly, "I wanna bake your chocolate yogurt cake."

I laugh, taking her little hand tight. "And you Stephen, you will do a cup of hot choco for me, right?" she said and smirked at me.

"Sure darling"

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