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inou-ie · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Rahu x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, Rahu has a cock, prone bone, mating press, biting, overstimulation, breeding.

Author's notes: Rahu gives me that grumpy dog vibes who has a lot of pent-up frustrations. Anyway.. it's canon that Rahu has a dig bick. She used it on me last night, now I can't walk. 🥵😞

MDNI

Rahu doesn't typically initiate intimacy, but if you were to ask her to do it with you, she would readily oblige without hesitation... Today was unlike any other; from the moment you woke up, Rahu had been shadowing your every move, mirroring the loyalty of a faithful dog.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked her softly as the two of you sat on the couch, relishing each other's company. You didn't hold high expectations for her to open up, as she seldom did whenever you asked her but you still did anyway.

Rahu gazed at you and then moved closer, resting her head gently against your shoulder. In a soft, hesitant tone, she muttered, "I... I want to do it... sex." her voice trails off at the last part as she looks away as if embarrassed.

You blinked in surprise, trying to process what she had just said. It was a rare occurrence, as she seemed to be initiating intimacy for the first time.

"Did something happen?" You couldn't help but tease her gently as she carried you in her arms. Her usual intimidating demeanor had given way to a blushing mess who couldn't even meet your gaze due to embarrassment.

"Just shut up..." Rahu muttered under her breath as she kicked open the door to your room, then promptly tossed you onto the bed, making you groan a bit.

Rahu immediately started to remove her clothing while breathing heavily, seeing this new side of Rahu, you couldn't resist teasing her further. "Eager, aren't we?" you chuckled, your eyes tracing over her perfectly toned body, particularly those broad shoulders you had clawed countless of times already.

Perhaps you shouldn't have teased her... Rahu looked at you with a predatory gaze, making you feel like a helpless prey in her eyes, she quickly pushed you down the bed and kissed your lips roughly, making you tear up from the intensity. You tried to match her kisses but to no avail, she held your head firmly as if trying to devour your mouth, the two of you continued your bruising kiss for minutes.

"...breathe... I can't breathe..." You whimper as you keep tapping Rahu's shoulder but she just ignored you and kept kissing you. Biting your lower lip and sucking your tongue like there's no tomorrow. Rahu has never been this rough with you, not even once.

Summoning all your remaining strength, you managed to push her away, gasping for air. However, she appeared unfazed by the interruption, continuing to regard you as if you were nothing more than a helpless bunny she could devour at any moment.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you?" you asked, your brows furrowing, still trying to catch your breath after the intense moment... but then your attention shifted to her lower body. Her huge cock is throbbing and already leaking pre-cum, just the sight was enough to make you wet, it took some more seconds before you could look at her eyes again.

Rahu finally spoke, her voice cracking but her attempt to maintain an intimidating demeanor remained. "I saw you... flirting with someone I don't know yesterday." she admitted while moving close again.

"What? I wasn't flirtin–" Before you could explain yourself, Rahu already caught your lips in another bruising kiss. Her hand reached for yours, pinning them above your head while her other hand removes your shorts. You moaned into Rahu's mouth, as expected for an S-ranked Sinner... you're clearly no match to her when it comes to strength.

With just one hand holding both of your wrists, she managed to rip all of your clothes with the other. "You're mine... just mine." Rahu whispered in between the kiss. She kissed you for a few more minutes before pulling away.

You pant for air as your tears roll down your cheeks, you can still feel her tongue all over your mouth while your mixed saliva trickles down your chin. "I have to mark you as mine... in and out." Rahu mutters as she positions herself in between your legs.

"W-Wait– Ahn..!" Your eyes quickly rolled to the back of your head when Rahu pushed all of her cock inside you, hitting your cervix right away and making you let out a loud scream. You squirmed around as you try to get away from her grasped and Rahu did indeed let go of your arms. You felt relieved but it only lasted for a second... Rahu moved you into a mating press position, her body completely covering yours as she starts to pump her cock in and out deep in a fast rhythm.

"Rahu.. s-stop! I can't– a-ah..!" You cried out loudly as your toes curl. Rahu stares deeply into your eyes as if trying to see through you while she keeps pounding into you roughly.

"Shut up.. just take it." Rahu scoffs, though deep inside she feels bad and guilty about hurting you in such way but she can't stop anymore. Her hips moved up and down, slamming her hips in ecstasy as she leans her head back while letting out low grunts. "You're so tight.. I love it, you're squeezing me so hard." Rahu mumbles as she closes her eyes to enjoy the feeling of her massive cock being hugged tightly by your pulsating walls.

You feel your limbs weakening, your body slowly turning limp from all the intense sensation but then you felt something more intense...

Rahu started to cum inside you while letting out low growls and grunts, holding you in place firmly as she pushed as hard as she can against your cervix before thick ropes of cum spurts out of her. Your body twitches in every spurt, your mouth wide open as you can only let out cries and moans while tears flow down your cheeks.

Rahu pumps a few more until the last drop went inside you, she pants for air as she looks down at you... her predatory gaze remained, making you gulp nervously.

"More..." You heard Rahu mutter under her breath before turning you around, making you lie flat on your front, your hips tilted slightly upward, offering Rahu great angle for penetration. "It's not enough.. I have to paint your insides with my essence.." Rahu added as she positions herself once more from behind, you feel her strong arms snaking around your head as she puts her weight on you... her cock sliding back in easily.

"t-this position is too much for me right now.." You tried to talk your way out but Rahu already started to move inside you, her arms locking around your head tightly, her thighs pinning yours while your clit rubs against the bed every time her hips goes down, giving you more stimulation.

You kept tapping Rahu's arms that are around your head while you keep pleading for mercy, you already came from her intense pounding.. cumming again from this position would be too much, you feel your thoughts leaving your mind as the head of her cock kept hitting your cervix in such strong strokes that leave you breathless.

Rahu gives you a hard bite on your shoulder, making your already closing eyes snap open as you let out a loud grunt of pain but Rahu just kept going, thrusting in and out of you... deeper and deeper until the both of you came at the same time. Everything around you went black for a moment, the only feeling left is the feeling of being filled to the brim by such hot and thick cum. Your body trembles uncontrollably as you grip the sheets tight to keep yourself sane but when you felt Rahu's cock moving inside you again... you knew this isn't the end yet.. she won't stop until the bed turns white from all the cumming the both of you are about to do.

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atinylittlepain · 2 years ago

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Firehouse Harrington - New Beginnings - Chapter 1

Fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc

steve harrington masterlist

warnings | 18+ angst, descriptions of PTSD-like symptoms, smut

a/n | thank you all so much for your patience as i plotted this next period for steve and his girl. i've had a few folks ask if i'd do a taglist for this series, so if enough people express interest i will absolutely start one! thank you as always for reading <3

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“Hey, golden girl! Wait up!” Shit. She has nearly made it out of the lab building when Thomas catches her, his voice resounding down the hall. She had been doing a decent job of avoiding him ever since their failed date, a month’s worth of dipping into empty classrooms and staying late to keep from seeing him. But today, she has finally slipped up, turning around and nervously fidgeting with the strap of her bag as he walks toward her.

“You’re a hard girl to find. I’ve been looking for you, but you seemed to disappear on me.” She hums, trying to seem casual.

“Oh? I’ve just been really busy. Wrapping up senior year and all.” His dimple pops as he tilts his head at her.

“Busy, huh? Where are you headed right now? Can I walk with you?” Her stomach drops at his question.

“Um, I was actually just leaving for the day. I’m meeting some–”

“Let me walk you out. I’ve been wanting to talk to you again.” She huffs, realizing it’s going to be easier to give in than to keep making excuses for him to somehow ignore. She nods with a sigh, and he falls into step alongside her as they make their way toward the main exit.

“I heard you’ve already started working with Professor Graham. That’s awesome. How’s your thesis work going?”

“Good, yeah. It’s all still preliminary stuff, but I’ve been–” For the second time, he cuts her off, and she has to fight against rolling her eyes.

“You’ll have to tell me more some time soon. This might be presumptuous, but are you doing anything tonight? It is Valentine’s Day after all.” Oh no, not presumptuous at all. She shoulders out of the front door, Thomas close on her heels before she finally turns around to look at him in the fading afternoon light.

“I have plans actually.” That doesn’t seem to deter him judging from the grin he’s still shooting her way.

“What? Movie night with your girlfriends?” She goes to answer him, but is promptly cut off by the low rumbling of an engine coming closer, both of their heads turning to see a motorcyclist pulling up to the curb. As the person on the motorcycle removes their helmet, it’s her turn to grin as Thomas’ face falls, his eyes darting between her and the bike.

“Bye, Thomas. Happy Valentine’s Day.” With that, she all but skips away from him and towards the low-thrumming bike.

“Hey, pretty. He giving you trouble?” She presses a few quick kisses to his lips, effectively drawing his attention away from Thomas as she brushes her thumb along his cheek.

“Hi, Stevie. No trouble, just annoying.” Steve huffs, eyes darting over her shoulder one more time to look at Thomas, but she’s quick to tug his chin back toward her.

“Steve, it’s fine. He’s just a total asshat.” He snorts at that, shaking his head as he looks at her through his lashes.

“Always with that mouth, huh? Alright, baby, let’s go before doctor asshat burns a hole through me with his eyes.” She laughs, glancing over her shoulder. Sure enough, Thomas is still watching them with a very furrowed look on his face, and it just makes her laugh harder as she turns back around to her man. She brushes his flopped-over waves out of his eyes as he grins at her.

“Helmet?” He nods, reaching back to pull out another helmet from the saddlebag and hand it to her. It was the only way she agreed to ever get on the thing with him, a project he had taken up after reading some book about zen and motorcycles that his therapist had recommended. So long as he always wore his helmet – the helmet that she specifically picked out for him because it was certified by the Brain Injury Association of America – she was just happy to see him so excited about something.

She clicks her own helmet on before stumbling to throw her leg over the humming bike, hands quick to find purchase around Steve’s waist. She’d never admit it to him, but it’s always a bit thrilling, getting on the back of Steve Harrington’s motorcycle.

…

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like it?”

“This is like– the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” Steve has to hide his proud smile at her words behind a bite of pasta. He had wanted to do something really nice for his girl for Valentine’s, and had even begrudgingly called his mom to get the recipe for her famous spaghetti. Gina Harrington had been surprised to hear from her son, but had also chewed him out pretty quickly.

“Is this for a girl, Steven?” He was glad she couldn’t pick up on the way he was blushing over a landline.

“Well, she must be special if she’s got you cooking for her. When am I gonna meet this girl, huh? You should visit soon. I miss my baby boy.”

He had barely made it out of the phone call alive, his mother somehow twisting a visit out of him for her birthday in March, with the hesitant promise that he’d bring his girl along to meet “la familia.” On his mother’s side, Steve came from pure Italian roots, and an extended family big enough to start its own circus. But, watching his girl smile around another bite of pasta was making the prospective trip home seem worth it.

As she finishes chewing, she quirks her eyebrow, pointing her fork at him.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Harrington.” He laughs, shaking his head, because truthfully, Steve’s never done anything like this for anyone. The closest he had come to something like this was heating up Campbell's chicken and stars for Robin when she had the stomach flu last year. And Thanksgiving, but he had really only helped with that. This one was all him, with a little assist from mama Harrington.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just glad you like it, baby.” With that, she leans across the table and presses a smacking kiss to his lips, leaving him with what feels like a really dopey grin as she sits back in her chair.

“I love it. Thank you, Stevie.” During his “King Steve” days, Valentine’s had been an easy ticket to getting laid, nothing more. A well-timed box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers and his night was made. He didn’t care for the holiday then, and he doesn’t really care for it now. But he cares for her, and because of that, for the first time ever, Steve tried really hard this Valentine’s Day.

They both sit back with content sighs, warmed by the good food and the smiles they pass back and forth.

“Did I tell you I saw Eddie on campus the other day?” He groans at that. Eddie Munson is the last thing he wants on his mind right now. She giggles.

“I saw him walking across the quad. He didn’t seem to recognize me at first when I called out his name, but it clicked pretty fast I think. He asked me if I’ve been keeping you in line.” Steve lets out a huff, raising his eyebrows at her.

“And? What’d you tell him?”

“Told him you’ve been keeping yourself in line these days, that you’ve been working really hard. And I may have invited him over for dinner this weekend.” Steve groans, opening his mouth to protest, but she’s having none of it.

“Steve, he’s your friend. And he just moved to a new city and started college for the first time. He could use all the help he can get, alright? Poor guy was looking a little lost.” She’s got that smug look on her face like she knows he isn’t going to say no to her.

The dynamic in their relationship has certainly shifted, and while she has insisted this is a fresh start for them, Steve fears he may never make it up to her, for what he did and how he treated her. He’s trying “painfully hard,” words his therapist had used. Diligently doing his homework assignments, keeping all of his appointments with Dr. Staub, finding odds and ends projects to keep his mind busy, Steve has been walking the walk without a doubt. But he’s finding that the further along in therapy he gets, the harder it becomes, long dormant memories getting upturned that sting just as fresh as they did when they were made.

Staub assures him it’s all a part of the process. That it will get worse before it gets better. But there are some things he can’t even talk about with Staub. What’s the therapy protocol for processing an interdimensional war that almost destroyed the world as they know it? The memories come in brilliant, painful flashes that leave him tired and muted. When she finds him like that, he chalks it up to a hard shift at the station or a touchy therapy session. She’s always soft with him during those times, and it in turn has softened him even more. He’s still rough around the edges, and snaps at her more often than he’d like to, but it’s clear to even him how much he’s changed, and he is at least proud of that. He just hopes it’s enough to make her stay.

…

“Just leave those, baby. Can get ‘em in the morning.” Steve tugs on her wrist, pulling her away from the sink full of dishes to guide them over to the couch. They settle down into each other easily, her head resting on his chest and his arm slung over her. It’s a position they have both gotten comfortable in, many nights ending in some sort of similar tangle. While it’s sweet, she can’t help being a little frustrated that it never turns into more.

She knows she had said she wanted to take things slow this time, but compared to how they used to be, this is practically glacial. It’s been a little over a month now, and the sweet kisses and closeness have been lovely, but she’d like the pace to pick up, even just a little bit.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“I have a present for you too.” She lifts her head from his chest to see the furrowed look on his face. She can’t help the nervous laugh she lets out as she slowly stands from the couch. Steve’s grumbles of protest die in his throat when she starts to unbutton her jeans and shimmy them down her legs.

“Baby, what are you��”

“Just let me show you, Steve, please?” She can see the bob of his throat as he sits back, his eyes darting everywhere as she steps out of her jeans and quickly lifts her shirt over her head. It had been an impulse buy. She and her girlfriends had been doing some window shopping on her day off. The set had caught her eye in the display of a store she’d normally never enter, but with Valentine’s Day coming up, she decided to try something new. Something dark purple and satiny.

She swears Steve stops breathing for a moment, his eyes wide as he takes her in. It’s a bit overwhelming, the complete silence coupled with his unblinking gaze, and she starts to worry she just made a huge fool of herself, nervously wrapping her arms around her stomach.

“I-I’m sorry– this was silly– I should just–” He’s quick to cut off her mumbling, standing up and drawing her arms away, his fingers twining with hers.

“No! No, fuck– m’sorry, I just– are you trying to kill me right now?” She splutters out a laugh at his breathless question, heat rising in her cheeks. He lets go of her hands, his fingers ghosting over the tops of her breasts, the silky fabric pushing them up just slightly. When his gaze meets hers again, his eyes are blown out, dark and hazy.

“So beautiful, honey. Is this all for me?” She smiles, pressing her hands over his until his fingers are flexing into the swell of her breasts.

“It is, Steve. Do you like it?” He swallows hard as he bobs his head.

“Yes– it’s um– it’s– I like it– I like it a lot, fuck– could you– could you turn around for me? Let me see all of you?” She turns in his arms, grinning at the low curse he lets out as his fingers graze along the string waistband of her panties, before turning back around and wrapping her arms around his neck. She leans in to let her lips graze along his ear, his hands squeezing her waist as he lets out a harsh exhale.

“Happy Valentine’s, Stevie.�� When he kisses her, it’s different, a little more of an edge, a little more hunger in the way he swipes his tongue along her lips and she opens up to him without hesitation. His broad palms are roaming her back, leaving light squeezes to the curve of her ass before trailing up her spine as she walks them back toward the couch. She lightly shoves him to flop back onto the couch as she kneels down between his spread legs. But as soon as she starts work at his belt buckle, Steve stops her, holding her wrists aloft between them.

“Hey, wait– you don’t have to do that, honey.” She rests her cheek on his thigh, trying to ignore the nerves that have settled back under her skin at his seeming rejection.

“I want to, Steve. Wanna make you feel good.” He sighs at that, his head hanging low as she tries to catch his downturned gaze. Now she’s starting to get worried.

“Steve?”

“I just– I don’t deserve it– don’t deserve you– looking so pretty for me and everything.” Oh. She feels her heart sink, finally realizing what’s going on. He’s been doing so well, but she knows that Steve still beats himself up for what happened, how he had treated her. To an outsider, she thinks she probably looks like an idiot for taking him back, but she knows that how he was with her before was a reflection of calcified layers of his past. Cliche as it may be, those layers are crumbling, and she’s excited to stick around to see the Steve Harrington that survived underneath them, already catching glimmering glimpses.

She slips her hands out of his hold, both her palms resting on his thighs as she sits back on her knees.

“Will you look at me, please?” He does, just barely, eyes meeting hers through his downturned lashes.

“I don’t know what exactly is going through your head, Steve. But I’m telling you that you do deserve to feel good. This is our fresh start, right?” That coaxes a small nod from him. She smiles, squeezing his thighs.

“Can I make you feel good now, baby?” He lets out a ragged sigh, sitting back into the couch as he fully looks at her.

“Whatever you want– I’m all yours, you know that.” It’s all she needs to hear, giving him one more smile as her hands slide from his thighs up to his belt. With a low murmured “hips up, Stevie,” his already hard cock bounces free from his shrugged down boxers and pants to rest against his tummy, smearing pre-cum over the bottom of his shirt. As she noses up the vein that trails the thick underside of him, he scrunches his eyes shut, hands clenching in his hair. She missed that look.

She laps at his swollen tip, enjoying the way the muscles of his thighs tense and jump under her palms, before finally taking him into the heat of her mouth. Steve has always been a stretch, in more ways than one, and as she starts to work him over that familiar ache settles in the hinge of her jaw, her one hand coming to stroke what her mouth just can’t reach.

“Oh fuck– s’really good– so good to me– fucking perfect, honey–” She missed that too, his broken praises and breathy moans encouraging her on, licking a hot stripe up his throbbing length that has him throwing his head back into the couch.

“Wait– shit, you gotta stop.” She freezes immediately, pulling back with concern washed over her face. Steve just huffs.

“I want– I wanna feel you, please.” Suddenly, the dull ache that had settled in her core thrums brighter at his words as he’s already helping her up to straddle his thighs. He pulls her into a hard kiss, confidence clearly growing in his movements as his hands squeeze at the swell of her ass, rocking her against him.

“Can I touch you, honey? Get you ready for me, huh?” His words are a strange mixture of the old and new Steve, still a twinge of his cocky certainty laced with his new sweetness. It makes her thighs clench around him. She nods around a breathy “please,” and he finally gives her that dirty grin she remembers so well.

His hand toys with the satin front of her panties, his palm dipping down to cup her heat through the fabric as she bucks into his grip. He lets out a harsh breath through his nose when he finally dips his hand underneath the fabric, fingers swiping through her folds as she mewls into his neck.

“Fuck, baby– so wet, huh? S’all for me?” She huffs out a pitchy “uh-huh” as he swipes over her clit before dipping a finger down to pump inside of her.

“Steve, more– please, baby.” He shushes her with a kiss to her sternum, adding a second finger to his steady rhythm as she grinds down onto his hand.

“Always gotta spread you open first, huh, pretty? Get your perfect little pussy ready for me.” His words have her already teetering on the edge of release, her cunt fluttering around his deep stroking fingers as she digs her nails into his shoulders.

“Will you come for me, honey? Wanna see you so bad. Please, baby.” That’s new, and evidently all it takes to snap the snared pleasure pulled taut along her spine as she comes with a stuttered gasp of his name, her hips jerking as he works her through it.

“That’s it, honey. Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” She sighs when he finally takes his fingers away, her eyes widening when he sucks them into his mouth with a low groan.

“Missed that taste. Missed you– shit, I need you so bad.” She whimpers at his words. It’s a tangled mess, he tugs his shirt off over his head and she slips her panties to the side as he fists himself, lining his tip up with her clenching entrance. Ragged sighs run through both their throats as she starts to sink down onto him, the sweet burn of it making her dizzy as she seats herself fully on his thighs. She swears she can feel him twitch inside her.

“Shit– nothing feels like this– s’too good– too fucking good– can you move, honey, please?” She gives her hips a weak swirl, both of them gasping as he grazes even deeper inside her. She’s all but collapsed into him, hiding her face in his neck, her arms clinging around his neck as she tries to bounce on his cock.

“Steve, please– I need– need you to–” He shushes her, pressing a kiss to her temple as his hands firm up on the curve of her ass.

“I got you, honey– gonna give my girl what she needs, huh?” His hips tilt, thrusting up inside her as he holds her steady against him. His name is a breathless chant on her lips as he finds a pace, her hips grinding down into his with each thrust.

They’ve both needed this for a while now, and it’s clear in the sloppy tempo and how close they both seem to that cliff of pleasure already. She pulls away from him to smear her lips against his in what could only barely be called a kiss with the way they’re both panting into each other.

“So fucking close, honey– wanna feel you– c’mon, I know you can– come for me, pretty.” One of his hands comes around to splay over her hip, his fingers dipping down to circle her clit and it’s enough to have her falling into pleasure for a second time, spasming hard around him. Steve is quick to follow, holding her hard against his chest, as his warmth spreads through her, a low curse fizzling out on his lips as he buries his face in her chest.

They stay like that for a while, trying to steady their heaving breath in each other’s arms. She rakes her fingers through his mussed hair and he tilts his chin up to look at her with blown-out eyes.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stevie.”

As they get cleaned up, gentle touches in the shower and smiles through the warm steam, she can’t help but think about how different that had been. She knows sex isn’t all about control, but it had certainly felt like she had more of it, that Steve was the one waiting for her to call the shots. It was different, but after all, they are different.

Different is good, right?

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julietpricee · 1 year ago

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Day 17 - Sharpuary (Hair)

Unfortunately, this is the last prompt I have written! If I have time I will definitely revisit this and try to add some more, but I received the keys to my first house last week so all of my free time has been taken up with that. I've had so much fun doing Sharpuary! Thank you @ynyseira❤️❤️

TW - Mild smut? Like one sentence... (MC aged up to 19)

Aesop Sharp was brewing a large batch of potions for the next day's classes, whilst singing loudly to himself. His long brown hair was tied back off his face and he was dressed much more casually than usual, having long discarded his jacket and waistcoat, leaving him in just his white shirt. His long sleeves were rolled up, exposing his muscular arms that were covered in tattoos.

“Professor Sharp?”

Aesop seized up, clearing his throat in embarrassment from being caught singing. He looked up from the cauldron in front of him to see you standing in his doorway. He quickly rolled his sleeves down to cover his tattoos.

“Yes, Miss (L/N)?” He replied, trying to ignore his embarrassment.

“You said to come by for my extra lessons” you continued. “Did you forget?”

Sharp stroked a few stray hairs out of his face. “Yes, I may have-”

“Sir the cauldron!” You shouted, interrupting him. Sharp quickly turned his attention to the bubbling cauldron that was boiling over. He immediately amended the temperature and gave it a quick stir before leaning back against the workstation to look at you.

“Close one,” he smirked. “Why don’t you give me a hand for a change?”

A wide smile forms on your face as you remove your bag and coat to hang up near the entrance, before you promptly join him behind the workstation.

“I’m brewing some simple Wiggenweld potions to show the first years,” he began.”I trust you remember how to brew them.”

“Of course, Professor!” You begin describing every step of the brewing process back to him.

“Perfect,” he replied with an impressed look of pride that you’d only ever seen from him a handful of times. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t fill your body with warmth. “Grab a cauldron and you can do my second batch for the hospital wing.”

“Please and thank you,” you remind him playfully as you grab a cauldron off the side. The potions professor shot you a stern look but you simply smiled back at him, knowing his intimidating glares stopped affecting you long ago.

You prepare the ingredients in front of you and start meticulously adding them to the caldron, one by one, as the professor works beside you.

“Forgetting something?” Professor Sharp asks whilst you’re deep into the initial steps.

“I’ve only just started,” You replied, blowing your hair out your face whilst your hands remained full.

“I’m on about your hair,” he corrected you. “Get it tied up, you might be making a first-year potion but you certainly aren’t a first-year anymore.”

You glared at him with full hands, trying to balance the first few steps of the potion brew. “I don’t have a hair tie… or a free hand for that matter.”

He removes his cauldron from the heat after finishing his brew as you continue stirring your cauldron slowly whilst adding the final ingredients with your other hand. In the corner of your eye you notice him removing his hair tie, shaking his hair loose as if he was straight out of a shampoo commercial.

He approaches you from behind and gently runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it back into a low ponytail. Your legs instantly turn to jelly as your crush on the man grows deeper as his fingertips glide against your neck.

“...Sir,” you stuttered as your thoughts turned dark, imagining him grabbing your hair in a tight fist as he pulled your head up and down along his hard shaft.

He twists the hair tie around your hair, pulling it tight against your scalp and lingers behind you for a moment too long. You feel his breath against your neck as his hands hover over your shoulders.

The cauldron begins fizzing in front of you after your concentration completely falters. Professor Sharp instinctively places his hand on your left hip to lean over your right shoulder and amend the brew. You were completely engulfed in his musky scent, surrounded by his warmth as his chest pressed into your back and side.

“That was close,” he chuckled, leaving his hand to linger on your hip.

You looked up at his face which was remarkably close to yours and found yourself lost in his deep brown eyes which stared back at you. His small rosy lips were distorted into a rare smile, showing the smallest bit of his crooked teeth. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his lips and knew you were dangerously close to the point of no return.

“Do we need to revisit this brew Miss (L/N)?” He jested softly, appearing almost nervous.

Your eyes were still glued to his lips, his hand was still on your hip. It had to mean something.

Without much thought, you raised your hand making him flinch slightly, but as you placed it on his cheek to cup his face, he let out a tense breath allowing himself to relax. Your thumb stroked his rough stubble, tracing the end of his twisted scar, as he closed his eyes and leant into your hand.

You took a careful step towards him, leaning on your tiptoes to bring your face into his. With his eyes still closed, you leant in, placing the softest kiss on his unsuspecting lips.

You were instantly met with fire, but unfortunately not the one you fantasised about.

Professor Sharp took a quick step back creating an unfriendly distance between you. His eyes were fueled with an anger you had never witnessed before.

“Out!” He bellowed.

You couldn’t move, you stood frozen to the spot, mouth agape, trembling in fear as tears pooled in your eyes.

“Now!” He continued, shouting louder than he ever had before.

You scrambled to gather your belongings, almost falling out of the door in fear. You thought his touch had meant something, but he is your Professor. How could you have ever suspected this would go differently?

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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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Desire — Kaz Brekker

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Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

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dyinglikenarcissus · 3 years ago

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When She Met Him

18+content! Warnings: There will be sex. Language, over stimulation, bathroom hook ups, public sex, cream pie(? What is the word for that outside of hentai?), unprotected sex, alcohol use, and I think that is it

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“Come on! Our Uber is here!” Natasha shouts from downstairs. You and Wanda were still in your rooms putting on the finishing touches before the big end of the year party. You’ve been to one of Tony’s parties and you knew these things were a big deal. Slutty dresses and high heels were a must. Wanda walks into your room in a burgundy body hugging dress and finishes zipping up your navy blue one. It’s a body con that makes your breast sit just right and exaggerates the curves you work so hard on.

“You look gorgeous, honey,” she smiles at you in the mirror right before you spray your setting spray.

“It’s not too much? Or too little?”

“Nope. It’s perfect. Now come on!” She snags your clutch and thrusts it into your hands. “Nat’s about to have a conniption.” You giggle and follow after, stepping into a pair of silver heels.

This was everything a Stark party should be and more. A heavy bass thrummed through the ground the second your feet touched the side walk in front of his high rise.

“Doesn’t he ever get noise violations?” Wanda asks tucking her arms into yours and Natasha’s while you start to walk in.

“I think he owns all the buildings around here,” Nat smirks. You take the elevator to the top floor and enter the throngs of people already dancing and shouting. You glance at Natasha. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I won’t leave you,” she promises knowing your social anxiety just hit the ceiling at the amount of people you were suddenly surrounded by.

“We’ll find our people and find a spot to set up camp,” Wanda assures you before pulling you in the direction of the bar.

You acquire three signature cocktails before heading outside to find Vision staring off at the view of the city from the balcony. You can’t help but smile at how similar him and Wanda are. He’s the type of loner who’s just fine in social settings just like her. So fucking adorable.

You were the exact opposite. You enjoyed partying and dancing but in micro doses. It led to a lot of mini dance parties in your dorm with with whoever was there at the time. You loved moments like those. Moments like these, though, gnawed at you from the inside: surrounded by strangers in a loud space far from home.

You took a calming breath and put on a brave smile to respond to Vision’s greeting.

“There’s the triple threat,” you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Carol!” You light up and prepare to throw yourself at the woman.

“Hey, roomie!” She grins and wraps her strong arms around your waist. You almost relax into the hug until you notice Maria at her side. You quickly removed yourself and go to greet the dark skinned woman.

Carol might have been blind to your advances but Maria was wholly aware of your crush on her girlfriend. She gave you a talk one day and you’d yet to forget it. Boundaries were a big deal to this couple and you respected them. You loved Carol too much as a friend to get in the way of her love life.

“How’s the new place?” Carol asks taking a sip of her beer.

“It’s great! So posh and spacious.”

“The neighbors are pretty great, too,” Natasha interjects with a smirk.

“Stop,” you giggle.

“Uh oh,” Carol grins. “What’s going on over there?”

“Maybe you can enlighten us. Do you know a Steve Rogers?”

“Yeah, he’s in aeronautics.”

“Stop,” you insist to your red headed roommate.

She promptly ignores you. “What does ‘it’s complicated’ mean?”

“What are you talking about?” Maria frowns.

“Our overly romantic single friend here might have a little crush but his status says ‘it’s complicated’,” Nat explains.

“Please! You’re embarrassing me!” You whine stomping your heeled foot but you still go unnoticed.

“Oh!” Maria laughs. “I think that’s what it means by ‘it’s complicated’,” she points to the throngs of boys inside but one stands out: a tall blond slow dancing despite the upbeat music with a pretty brunette. “They’re kind of on again off again,” Maria explains.

You frown at the sight but they do look happy together. You were glad you took Wanda’s romantic advice to heart for once. It certainly didn’t hurt as bad as it could’ve.

But it still sucked.

“I think you could use another drink,” Natasha smiles and encourages you to finish your first cocktail. You nod numbly and down the fruity concoction that makes your tummy feel warm despite the cool breeze. Nat starts to tug you back to the bar when she spots Clint and Laura once you’re both back inside. “Sweetie, can you handle this? I’m going to get them.” You nod again and finish your trek to the bar. You order something a little stronger, already feeling like this was not your night and drowning it in alcohol sounded like the way to go. You spot Steve with that brunette again while you wait for your drink and let out a long sigh.

She is gorgeous. She’s totally pulling off the whole pinup look, too. Probably looks so pretty with those red lips wrapped around his cock.

“Now what’s a pretty place like this doing in a thing like you?”

You blink at the voice and the phrase just as the bartender drops off your drink and snaps you back to reality. You pick up the frosted glass and turn to meet a pair of icy eyes attached to a smirking face. You were going to completely ignore him but, god, he’s hot. Strong body and a strong jaw, with strong gaze that makes you want to comply.

“I know you aren’t talking to me like that,” you laugh nervously.

“Got your attention, though.” You smile at how right he is. “Whatcha starin’ at my pal for?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You deny and sip your drink instantly regretting it because it goes straight to your head.

“Oh, yes you do, doll face. The tall blond you were just making bedroom eyes at is my best friend.”

“Oh?” You squeak completely caught in the act.

“‘Oh’ is right,” he chuckles. “I see you around the complex sometimes.”

“Really? I never see you.” You take in his tight dark shirt and his thick thighs through his black jeans. You definitely would’ve noticed this.

“I try not to go outside too often. I might actually tan and start to look like that one.” He nods in his friend’s direction and you can’t help but giggle. “Name’s James by the way but everyone calls me Bucky.” You open you mouth to introduce yourself but he beats you to it. “Stevie told us already. Said there’s a really cute girl that just moved in. Nice to actually meet you.” You smile softly. He takes a swig of his beer and scans your body. “Nice dress, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you whisper embarrassed knowing he won’t hear you over the music. You’re not used to guys openly checking you out. At least not like that. He takes a step closer so he doesn’t have to shout to be heard.

“You never answered my question: what brings you to a Stark party?”

You sigh at the prospect of having to explain it. “The guy my roommate’s talking to is Tony’s best friend and he invited us.”

“Stark only has three friends: one of them does not come to these things and one of them has the social ineptitude of a turtle so it must be the one with the funny name. Visor? Vector?”

“Vision,” you correct around a giggle. “What do you know about Tony.”

“He was Stevie’s freshmen year roommate. They fucking hated each other but now Tony acts like they’re best friends so we come to these things sometimes for free booze.”

“That’s pretty much why we’re here,” you laugh. He steps closer to you to avoid some guy trying to get the bartender’s attention and your shoulder presses against his solid chest. He doesn’t move back but instead leans down to talk into your ear. You can smell his cool and fresh cologne and the mint on his breath. One hand comes to your hip and squeezes the flesh there softly. Butterflies float around your insides for a moment before settling in your lower stomach.

“How many of those have you had, doll face?” His voice is deep as his breath fans across the shell of your ear.

“This is only my second one.”

“Good. Then you’re still of sound mind. Come dance with me.”

You smile and shake your head with an embarrassed laugh. Dancing with complete strangers was not something you did. Besides your friends were waiting for you. “Come on. It’ll get your mind off of golden boy over there.” You look up at Bucky as his hand roams up to your waist. He’s already impossibly close but you take half a step toward him and the hand on your waist grips you possessively.

“Alright. One dance.” You go to dump the contents of your drink in you mouth but he stops you.

“I want you sober,” he insists and leaves both of your drinks on the bar before pulling you into the crowd. His hand is so warm and comfortable around yours: rough callouses meet soft and delicate. He pulls you to a halt and wraps his hands around your hips and tugs you flush to him. You can’t help but giggle as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He’s big and imposing but his hands on you are so gentle. You move your hips to the music, taking the lead in this raunchy form of club dancing you’re so used to and he easily follows.

One dance turns into two then three and you know your friends are wondering where you are because parties weren’t really your thing. It was quite the switch to go from hanging off of them at every party you attended to disappearing on the dance floor with a mysterious stranger.

But was he really a stranger? Bucky was your neighbor, after all. And his arms felt so good around you. Tracing the curves of your body and keeping you so close. Close enough that when you looked up at him you couldn’t help but kiss his jaw. And you were sure he couldn’t help and bend down to kiss your neck. And his big hands couldn’t help but slide over your ass like he owned you and right now, you wanted nothing more than for him to own you. To spank you. To pull you into his lap and fill you up with him. His lips find yours and they fit together so perfectly. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and parts them slightly to let himself in. He dominates you but you easily give up wanting nothing more than for this man to lead you where he wants you to go. He groans into your mouth and you feel the signs that he’s just as turned on by this as you are and you core clenches wanting more of him in you than just his tongue.

His lips pull away and trail down your jaw to your ear.

You gasp at your explicit thoughts and at words that escape his lips into your ear. “Come with me?”

You nod and he takes your hand. Bucky leads you through the people to some quiet corner and an underutilized bathroom. His hand gropes the wall for a switch and the room illuminates. The dark moody party lighting didn’t do this man justice. He grins at you and it absolutely lights up his face.

“Hi,” you whisper sheepishly, suddenly highly aware of what’s about to happen.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He lifts you onto the counter and your lips meet again. He softly alleviates the doubt swirling in your mind as his lips move against yours. He presses his large body between your legs and grips your neck softly, angling your head upwards toward him and you cling to him again. A soft moan escapes your throat and he readily swallows it.

“Is it okay if I touch you, gorgeous?” He asks, his other hand rubbing what’s exposed of your thigh.

“You’re already touching me, handsome,” you quip breathlessly.

“Not what I mean and your know it,” he chuckles, his grip on your throat tightening fractionally.

“Please touch me, Bucky.”

“I love the way you say my name,” he growls. His hand slides up your thigh to your underwear. A gentle finger runs up your clothed slit. “Fuck, you’re soaked!” he groans. “This all for me?”

“All for you,” you assure him just before you lose your breath when a finger circles your clothed clit. His fingers curl around your lace panties and rub shallowly against your folds, collecting your essence before circling your clit again. You whine and hold him close, burying your face in his shoulder.

You feel a finger slip into your body and your hips buck against it on instinct. “Calm down, doll. I wanna take my time with you,” Bucky chuckles, the hand around your neck massaging the delicate skin there and holding you in place. The finger inside you curls, stroking your internal walls softly before-

“Ngh!” You groan as he hits your sweet spot.

“There it is,” Bucky smiles and kisses your forehead. “That feel good, doll face?” You nod and his grip on your neck attempts to strangle you. “Words.”

“It feels so good!” You exhale and buck your hips against his hand. You grip his shoulders, pulling him closer. His lips connect to your jaw as a soft moan escapes your lips. You gasp in time with his fingers. Your insides feel like they’re made of jello and he’s playing your body like a well tuned instrument. You feel your core start clench, that coil in you tightening to a ridiculous level that you don’t know how much longer you can hold out.

Bucky hums against your skin knowing just how close you are. “You gonna cum on my fingers, doll? Make a mess all over my hand?”

You tighten your jaw and try to hold back a whine but he’s relentless. “Bucky, I’m so close,” you whimper.

“Let go, gorgeous. I’m right here to catch you,” he assures you and that’s all you need to release on him. “Good girl, cummin’ all over my hand. Making a fuckin’ mess.” You whine as he continues to stroke you through your orgasm. “You wanna make a mess on my cock?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper.

“So eager,” he mutters and kisses you as he removes his fingers from your core. He pulls away to suck your essence off of his fingers and groans. “And you taste so fuckin’ good, doll.” You pull him into another kiss, tasting yourself on his lips while he tugs your panties down your legs before tucking them in his pocket. “You gonna be a good girl for me and take my cock?”

“Yes, Bucky. I wanna be your good girl,” you pant as he unbuttons his jeans.

“Get on your knees. Show me how good you are.” You nod and he lifts you off the counter so you can fall to your knees in front of him. He removes his hands from his jeans and lets you take over. You unzip his fly and tug down his jeans and underwear. His heavy cock springs free making you bite your lip, mouth watering at the thought of wrapping your tongue around it. “Go on, doll face.” You grin and wrap your hands around his thick member, gathering the bead of precum that’s waiting at his tip and rub it down his shaft. He lets out a loud moan and tangles a hand in your hair. He doesn’t press or pull, just holds on to you while you slick up his dick. You finally open your mouth wide enough to fit his tip. You flatten your tongue against his tip and taste the bit of his essence that he just produced. You groan at the salty taste of him. Your core clenching all over again for him. You release his tip with a pop and your tongue traces the thick vein that runs under his cock. You suck softly at his heavy balls and hear him cry out your name above you. Your lips quirk upward and trail your tongue back up to his tip, gathering saliva as you went. You wrap your lips back around his tip and start to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks to suck him off and attempt to take on all of him.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans, that hand tangled in you hair keeping a tight pace for you. You try your best to take all of him into your mouth but he’s so big. You relax your throat and swallow him, tears stinging your eyes from the strain. “That’s it, gorgeous. Good girl,” he moans bucking his hips and forcing your noes to bury into his pubic hair. “Keep that up and I’m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth,” he mutters. You look up at him and the absolute bliss he’s in is written all over his face. His hips stutter and he abruptly pulls you off of him. “Wanna cum in that sweet pussy, doll.” You nod as he bends down to lift you up and pull you into a desperate kiss. He tugs a condom out of his back pocket. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he sighs as he pulls away from you to roll the condom on. “Why don’t you bend over that sink for me?”

“Yes, Bucky,” you giggle and brace yourself on the edge of the counter. His hands slip up the sides of your thighs and hook under the hem of your dress, bunching it around your waist.

“This ass,” he spanks you and you jump forward before he rubs his palm across the spot he just abused. You meet his gaze in the mirror as he licks his top lip. “You ready for me, doll?”

You nod and stutter a soft, “Yes, Bucky.” He guides his tip across your wet folds before pressing his head into you. You moan at the intrusion. He’s so big you’re scared he’ll split you in half but he’s been so good to you so far, it’ll be welcome death: cumming on a giant cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans halfway in. “Rock me in, doll.” You nod and rock your hips, taking on a little bit more at a time as he stretches you gently. A whine escapes your lips when it starts to burn. “Almost there, gorgeous. You’re doing so good. Taking my cock. Your mouth could do this. Your pussy shouldn’t have a problem.” A small laugh escapes your lips distracting you as he presses into you, sheathing himself in your core. He lets out a soft moan and rubs your hips. “You doing okay, doll? Let me know when you’re ready for me.” You nod gripping the edge of the sink, your voice momentarily lost at the feeling of being so completely full. A soft groan escapes your lips at the thought of rubbing your lower stomach and feeling him poking into you. Your hips buck and you clench around him making him hiss and spank you again. “You want me to fuck you, tell me,” he commands.

“Please, Bucky!” You cry. “Fuck me!” He pulls his hips away from you and pulls out to the his tip, undoing all your hard work, right before he slams back into you.

“Fuck!” You scream as he ruts into you over and over.

“‘Fuck’ is right,” he grins breathlessly, eyes trained on where he disappears into you. “Feels so fucking good. Like you were made for my dick.” You whimper at his words, feeling your core tighten and get ready for another orgasm. He angles his hips over yours and rams into a spot inside you that leaves you screaming. “There it is,” he smirks breathlessly.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You cry, tears spring from your eyes at the intense level of pleasure he’s pulling from you. “I can’t! Please!” You beg incoherently.

“You can and you will,” Bucky grunts still meeting the spot. Your hips press back into him, trying to find release from this. It’s too much. “Oh no, doll. You’re gonna cum when I say so,” Bucky instructs and pulls your hair so you bend back to kiss him. You whimper into his mouth but he ignores your pleas while he brings the most intense feeling out of your body. No man has ever made you feel like this. So exposed and vulnerable yet completely protected. Like he’s going to get you to the peak of this high and be right there to catch you.

“Please, Bucky! Please let me cum!” You whine against his mouth.

“Hold it,” he grunts, his thrust getting faster and more frantic. You feel your knees begin to give out but he’s holding you up completely as you claw into the sink for some level of support. “Cum, doll,” he breathes then barks, “Come on!”

You release around him and your entire body releases, too. You press into him as he give a few more frantic ruts before he twitches inside of you. “Fuck,” he groans against your back while rubbing your hips. His hips buck at random intervals, emptying his seed inside of you. You wish he was filling you instead of a condom. You were on birth control but you just met this guy. He could have anything. His dick twitches one last time and you think he’s emptied as your body drops against the counter. “Fuck, doll. You okay?”

You nod still panting and you hear his soft chuckle release from his mouth. “What?” You exhale.

“You look like a fucking mess but I still want to fuck you again,” he smiles making you giggle. You did look like a mess: make up smearing your face, dress wrinkled, and he’d literally pocketed your panties.

“Well, you made this mess. You better clean it up,” you huff.

“I intend to, sweet cheeks” Bucky replies softly and pulls out of you. You whine at the loss of him and he ties up the condom he just used. There was so much. The thought of that filling you up had you clenching all over again. Getting fucked by him and leaving you dripping for days. “Come here,” he coos and lifts you from you prone spot over the sink to sit on the edge of the counter. He wets a towel and dabs you with it gently while kissing you softly.

“How you feelin’ doll?”

You nod and smile. “Amazing.”

“You’re fuckin’ glowing,” he smirks. “When was the last time a man broke you?”

“Never,” you whisper.

“Never?” You nod and he grins. “Glad I could be the first.” He tosses the towel on the floor after he deems you ready for society. “Think you can walk?” You nod again and he lifts you off the counter once more onto wobbly legs making him laugh. “You can’t go back out there like that, doll face.” You giggle and cling to him as he steadies you. “How about this, are you hungry?”

“I could eat,” you mutter fixing your makeup while leaning back against him, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

“Wanna get out of here? Get some food?”

You watch his reflection for a moment as he looks down at you in adoration. This isn’t typically how this bathroom party romps went but people didn’t typically send you to heaven with their dicks. “I’m down,” you smile and his lips meet your neck, kissing the sensitive flesh.

“Let me order an Uber. You like pizza?” You nod and he taps away at his phone.

You tug out your own phone to alert your roommates that you’re heading out early. If you told them it was with the hunky guy from next door they would just worry so you made up an excuse, that a drink wasn’t agreeing with you, and told them to keep having fun.

“You want me to carry you?” Bucky jokes when he tucks his phone back in his pocket.

“I’ll make it,” you laugh as he opens the door for you. A line of people has formed and instantly notice the change in climate from the sex filled bathroom to the rest of the party area. You mutter an apology and Bucky just ignores them as he leads you to the elevators.

The two of you step into the elevator alone and you release a nervous breath. “Oh my god, that was so embarrassing!” You laugh.

“No kidding. That was my poli-sci professor,” Bucky chuckles. You fall into him in a fit of laughter.

He takes you to a small pizza place in the city. You’re not sure if it’s meant to be a family establishment or a dive bar. A couple of arcade games sit in a corner with some candy machines while some big men fill the bar with pitchers of beer and speculate about the game that’s on.

“Very romantic,” you smirk and slide into a booth. “Do you bring all the girls you fuck in bathrooms at parties here?”

He snorts out a laugh and hands you a very limited menu. “Nah,” he denies quickly. “Me and Stevie used to come here all the time when we were kids. I haven’t been here since high school actually. It hasn’t changed much,” he mutters glancing around.

The entire staff seems to know him and asks where Steve is about a hundred times before finally asking about you.

“Is this your new girlfriend?” “She’s gorgeous!” “Must be a genius going to that fancy school.” Your face heats at every comment knowing you weren’t all that. Just some girl he had a hook up with but Bucky was oddly attentive for some girl he had a hook up with: wiping a smudge of grease off your face and offering an arm when you shivered in your thin dress.

“I wish I had a jacket for you, doll. You girls really need to think about the weather before going out.” You giggle at his words. You had no intention on leaving the party so why worry about weather?

“You’re pretty warm. I think this is enough,” you mutter curling into his side. He hums and runs a hand up and down your hip. When the bill comes, he handles it without even looking at you. “Hey,” you whisper making him look down at you. You press your lips to his and he pulls you closer. It’s all so natural. Feels so natural. Until he tugs you out the back door and presses you against a wall. That feels like heaven.

Your legs wrapped around his hips after you convince him that it’s okay to go in raw. The smell of pizza and the musty alley and the darkness punctuated with neon lights and street lamps makes you feel as raw as his cock driving into your insides. You’ve never done anything like this before but you’d fuck this man behind every restaurant in the city without hesitation.

“Fuck! I’m close, doll,” Bucky grunts breathlessly.

“Cum in me! Please!” You whine.

“You sure?”

“Please, Bucky,” you whine. “Fill me up!” One last grunt and he spills inside of you. It’s every things you imagined it would feel like. So full and hot and sticky and perfect. You pant against his neck while he continues to sputter into you.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans clinging to you. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” You hear the smile in his voice. You curl into him letting him press you between the wall and his hard body. “So now what? You wanna go back to the party or are you fading on me?”

“I think I’m starting to fade,” you whisper.

“I’ll take you home,” he assures you. He keeps you pressed there for a while longer until your ride gets close. “Don’t let any of that out,” Bucky jokes when he finally pulls out. You do your best to stay clinched but you know you’re going to leave a wet spot on the Uber’s seat.

“Shit,” you whisper half way home. Bucky looks down at you as you rummage through your purse. “I forgot to grab my key.”

“Stay at my place. It’s not like it’s far away,” he smirks.

“You sure?”

“Positive.” You smile and reach up to kiss him softly.

You stand behind him as he unlocks his front door. It’s a little surreal knowing your home is right there but you don’t have access to it. He leads you through the dark halls, both of his roommates still at the party with yours. Both dancing and laughing and talking with different friend groups completely oblivious to the fact that the two of you were sneaking around together. You giggle at the door that he opens for you to reveal his bedroom.

“What?” He smirks smacking your ass as you walk by.

“My room is on the other side of that wall,” you inform him, pointing at the shared wall between your units.

“No kidding,” he grins. “It’s like fate or something.

“Or we both got out voted for the biggest closets,” you smile glancing around the room.

“I live with two other guys. Closet space is not an issue,” Bucky assures you as he rifles through a drawer. “You know where everything is. Make yourself at home.” You slip off your heels and note the lack of decorations, the dark furniture and bedding, how neatly put away everything is. A far cry from your own space. “Smallest clothes I got,” he offers handing you a shirt, a pair gym shorts, and a towel.

“Thank you,” you whisper and head toward the bathroom. You turn to close the door while he taps away at his phone. All that face. All that body. You sigh watching him for a second before you make up your mind. “Hey, Bucky.” He hums and looks up at you. You crook your finger beckoning him toward you. A smirk cracks his features and he tosses the phone on the bed before stalking after you into the bathroom.

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change-the-world-someday · 4 years ago

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I'll Be Here

Oh boy I'm back baby. Here's a Derek Shepherd x Teen!reader bc I just started Grey's Anatomy. I'm well aware I've had stuff in my inbox for over a year, and frankly I'll get round to them soon. I hope this tides you over.

Derek Shepherd x Teen!Reader

Summary: Who'd have thought the child of Derek Shepherd would suffer with something even he can't cure?

A/N: I've been twitching a lot lately so this was a comfort write. Derek and Meredith don't have a relationship, and there's a bit of canon divergence.

⚠️TW⚠️ Talk and descriptions of twitching/tics

—•—

You knew the moment you woke up you were going to have a bad day.

Your alarm went off at the bright and early nine and as you made a move to turn it off, your arm twitched, almost pushing it off your nightstand. You let out a sigh, leaning down and managing to shut it off and sit up.

Until you neck starts to snap left and right, tensing and relaxing each muscle.

“Fuck’s sake,” you mutter under your breath, standing and stretching, well, as much as you can before your twitches start up again. You makes your way downstairs, finding an empty kitchen and a note on the counter. You manage to pick it up and read it.

Sorry, I got called in today. Let me know when you’re up

— Dad

You shake your head, whistling and shaking your hands. Great, so you're alone on a day where your twitches are worse than normal. You sigh and head back upstairs, almost losing balance on the stairs, and takes a quick shower before trying to style your hair. With difficulty, you get changed before reaching over and grabbing your phone. You grip it tightly, until it’s flung across the room.

“Shit,” you mumble, reaching down and picking it up. You open your messages, trying to text your dad.

Y/N

Hi, up. Bad today

It’s short, and to the untrained eye, might seem pretty rude, but to you and your dad, is a warning. Heading back to the kitchen, you try to eat a bowl of cereal. Instead, you managed to spill the cereal twice, drop milk on the floor, and then poke yourself in the side of the face a few times with your spoon instead of eating.

Your phone buzzes.

Dad

Do you need me at

home?

Y/N

No. Just bad

Dad

Do you want to come

to the hospital? You

can stay in one of the

offices if you want

You think about it for a moment, though you don’t get too long before your phone starts ringing. You pick up.

“Hi—” you whistle “—hi Dad.”

You hear him sigh. “Hey kid. Do you want to come in today? I can make sure no one stops you and you can come straight to the office.”

You click, your neck jerking forward. “You sure? I’ve—“ you whistle “—never been there before. I don’t want—“ you click “—to become a case study.”

Your dad laughs lightly down the phone. “I won’t let them. Just make your way over, and keep your earphones in. Music helps.”

You nod, before your neck twitches to the side and cracks, making your dad wince audibly. “Okay. I’ll let you know—“ you whistle and sigh, clearly getting frustrated with yourself.

“I get it. Don’t work yourself up; it’ll only make it worse. See you soon. Love you.”

A ghost of a smile passes across your face. “Love you too, Dad.”

—•—

Derek hangs up and leaves the store cupboard, almost bumping into Dr Bailey as she marches past.

“Watch where you’re going, McDreamy,” she scolds and Derek smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Bailey narrows her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Y'N's coming here. They're having a bad day,” he replies and Bailey nods, immediately catching on. “No one else knows.”

Surprisingly enough, you haven’t met anyone from Derek’s work, except for Bailey and even then, that was an accident. You'd bumped into her on a bad day and Derek had to explain what was wrong. Ever since, Bailey’s had a soft spot for you.

“Not even the chief?” She asks and Derek shakes his head. “Did you warn them?” He nods. “Well, there’s not much else you can do.”

“They're texting me when they’re a few minutes away. If I get caught in surgery, can you meet them at the doors please?”

The two stop in the corridor, Bailey pulling him over. “I have my own schedule too, Shepherd.”

Derek nods. “I know, but you’re the only other person here they know, and you know how they can get in places they don’t know…”

Bailey looks around. “If you’re caught up, you owe me one.”

Derek smiles and nods, a look of relief on his face. “Thank you.”

—•—

You're walking down the street to the hospital, constantly readjusting your earphones so they don’t fall out. Your neck keeps snapping to the side and jerking forward, earning a few odd looks from strangers. You sigh, a few minutes away from the hospital, and pull out your phone. Before you can do anything, though, you promptly throw your phone on the pavement.

Thank god your dad bought you one of those industrial phone cases. You pick it up, dodging people as you go to call your dad. He picks up after two rings.

“Hi, I’m—“ you click “—a minute away.”

“Okay. I don’t think I’m going to be able to meet you at the doors. Just walk through, take the stairs to the fifth floor, and come down the hall. I’ll be in the break room, second door on the left.”

Your eyes widen; you're going to be by yourself? Walking through a hospital? Where no one knows you?

“O-Okay,” you stammer out and your dad sighs.

“I’m sorry kid. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He hangs up and you take a breath, nodding to yourself. You pocket your phone and turn your music up as loud as it can be. Your dad was right, it does ease your twitching, though not as much as you'd like.

Fall Out Boy blasts through your earphones as you walk through the doors of Seattle Grace. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone, your neck twitch making it a lot easier to achieve. You click as you make your way to the stairwell, making your way up.

You don’t hear the calls of concerns from the interns following you, trying to catch up to you.

By the time you reach the fifth floor, the two interns have gone to find Dr Bailey to try and assist them, and Dr Shepherd who can help with the disorder being presented. They haven’t had someone who needs medical attention blatantly ignore them and go to a certain department before.

You lose your balance a little as you walk through the doors to the fifth floor, your neck jerking left and right repeatedly, muscles tensing and relaxing. Your hands are shaking and you walk like a new fawn.

You reach the door and push it open, whistling and clicking as you do so. At least you can see your dad today.

—•—

Derek knows immediately what kind of day is happening when you steps into the room. You're a jerking mess, neck and shoulders tensing and relaxing as though given electric shocks. You're whistling, clicking, and your eyes have recently started screwing shut, temporarily blinding you.

And that’s with your headphones in.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets, gently taking one earbud out of your ear and leading you to the seats. At least if you're sat, you have less of a chance of hurting yourself.

“Hi Dad,” you reply until a whistle comes back out. “S-Sorry.”

“Hey,” Derek places a firm but kind hand on your shoulder, “don’t apologise. None of this is your fault.” There’s a silence between you two, only broken by the sound coming from the removed earphone. “Fall Out Boy? Nice choice.”

Your neck snaps but you give a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Do you want something to eat? Did you manage to get some breakfast?” You sigh, your hands twitching and trembling, which tells Derek everything he needs to know. “Is it a bomb-site there?”

You shake your head. “I managed—“ you whistle “—to clean up. Took ages.” Your neck jerks forward. Derek sighs, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. You've always been wary; you never want to hurt your dad accidentally but Derek doesn’t care. You're his kid, and nothing will change that.

“You’re okay. Do you want some lunch? We can go to the cafeteria—they’ve got some pizza in there that’s actually pretty good.”

You nod, knowing anything you try to say will be interrupted by one of your twitches. You walk alongside Derek, trying your hardest to suppress your twitching as you make your way through the hospital and into to lift, where a few others are going to different floors. Derek notices, and leans into your ear. “You don’t have to hide it here, kid. Promise.”

There’s an audible sigh of relief from you as you let out a scatter of twitches, your neck jerking forward as you whistle and click. Your hands shake and flap and you let it all go. A few of the doctors and nurses turn around to look at you, but one harsh glare from Dr Shepherd makes them all go back to minding their own business.

You exit the lift and walk through the corridors to the cafeteria. You join the queue and you feel Derek keep an arm around you, trying to help you ease your twitches. You're grateful, though you both know there isn’t much either of you can do to stop them. You sigh, putting your earphones back in and blasting some music, this time Hozier.

Derek watches you struggle, sympathy panging through his heart. He hates that you've been cursed with this, and the worst part is they can’t find anything that’s causing it. It’s not like there’s a tumour or growth on your brain Dr Shepherd can operate on, you're just stuck with it.

“Dr Shepherd, good afternoon. Who’s this?” Lindsey, the server behind the food counter, greets. Derek smiles.

“Afternoon Lindsey. This is my kid, Y/N. They're joining me at the hospital today,” he explains, gently tapping you on the shoulder and causing you to take an earphone out. “Y/N, this is Lindsey.”

“Hi,” you greet, before your neck jerks forward yet again, cracking. The two adults give a wince and Lindsey gives you a small smile.

“What would you like, hun?” She asks. You look over, or does so as best you can. You can barely stay still long enough to read the menu. “We have a standard pizza or pepperoni pizza today. We also have some ham, chicken, or cheese sandwiches and salads. Or a few pastries we can heat up if you’d prefer.”

You give her a grateful smile. “Can I—“ you whistle “—have pepperoni please? And a—“ you click “—bottle of water?”

“Sure thing, and you Dr Shepherd?”

You put your earphones back in, trying your hardest to stop twitching. The problem is, the more you try to stop it, the worse it gets. It takes a few minutes for you to get your food, and when you do, Derek carries both trays to a table and sets them down. He takes a seat opposite you, giving a small smile.

“Thanks Dad,” you thank, pulling one earphone out so you can hear the conversation. You pick up the plastic fork and spear a few chips, but before you can eat them, your hand twitches and you throw it on the floor. You sigh but before either you or your dad can make a move to pick it up, someone else does it for you.

“You better be more careful. I don’t want fries on my shoes.” You recognise that voice anywhere, and smile as you look up at Dr Bailey. You let out a small laugh.

“Hi Dr Bailey,” you greet, whistling as your head snaps to the side and back. She smiles at you.

“Heard you were coming and through I’d say hello.”

—•—

“Guys, shut up,” Cristina hisses. “Do you see?”

“See what?” George asks as they quieten down. She nods her head and the table of interns turn around to catch sight of what’s going on. Dr Bailey is talking Dr Shepherd… and you sat with them. You're not dressed in any kind of hospital gown, nor are you wearing scrubs, so who are you? And how are you making Dr Bailey smile?

Meredith watches, catching sigh of your hair, and her eyes widen. She reaches over, slapping George on the arm.

“What?” He asks.

“It’s them,” she replies, “the person from earlier. Y’know, the one who didn’t check in at reception and took the stairs. The one who ignored us!”

George’s eyes widen too, and the two get up and start to walk over, ignoring the protests of Cristina and Izzie as they reach the table. You're struggling to get a sentence out, whistling and clicking as you try to tell Dr Shepherd about something.

“Dr Shepherd!” Meredith calls out, making the conversation halt between you. “Are you with a patient?”

She misses how you cringe. Dr Shepherd frowns, which only deepens more at the crack in your neck as it jerks forward. “Dr Grey, Dr O’Malley, how can I help?”

“W-We saw, erm, this kid walk straight through and up to neurology without checking in. Do you want us to check them in and get a better examination? We were going to come to you for a consult when we saw them anyway, but since you already seem to know them…” George trails off and Dr Shepherd looks between you, the interns, and Dr Bailey.

An awkward silence falls between you, only disturbed by the occasional whistle or click from you. “I can get a wheelchair if it’s easier.”

“No need,” Dr Shepherd cuts in. “They aren’t a patient, their name’s Y/N. They're my kid and they're accompanying me to work today.” The two interns look at each other, mortified. “Now, if you excuse us, we were just having lunch.”

Your hand flexes again, making you throw your fork on the floor (the second one in the space of fifteen minutes) and sigh. You go to pick it up, only for George to beat you to it. “Here.”

“Than—“ you click as your head jerks forward “Thank you.”

“Don’t you two have places to be?” Bailey asks, less than impressed with her two interns in front of her. They both nod and scurry off, back to their table to tell Cristina and Izzie about Dr McDreamy’s kid.

—•—

“I don’t know how they cope with it,” George muses as the group of four interns sit on some beds in the back corridor, waiting to be paged for something.

“Yeah, twitching all the time. God, I’d kill myself if I had them,” Izzie continues. “Would ruin my chances at both medicine and modelling. And a lot of other things, probably.”

“Do you think they wanted to go into medicine? Y’know, before they started twitching? Or have they always had it?” Cristina asks. “Or do they have a tumour?”

“For your information,” a voice cuts in, making all four jump and turn to the source, meeting the likes of Dr Shepherd, “Y/N wants to be a lawyer.” He walks down the corridor to them, everyone’s cheeks turning red a the prospect of being caught gossiping. “The tics developed about eighteen months ago, just before we moved to Seattle. It’s not a tumour, or any kind of swelling; in fact, we have no clue what set it off.”

“Have you done an MRI? CT?” Meredith suggests and Derek nods.

“We ran everything. It all came back clean.” He looks at Cristina. “They did want to be a doctor. When we realised we couldn’t cure them, they were upset for weeks. They—“

“Talking about me?” A voice calls down the corridor and Derek’s face splits into a smile, something that doesn’t go amiss by the others. You whistle, making it to the group and taking a seat next to your dad. You lean on him… until your neck twitches and you almost fall back. Derek’s hand shoots out, supporting you.

“We were just—“ Izzie tries to say before you cut her off, clicking in the process.

“Let me guess.” You whistle. “The doctor que—“ you click “—question and how I live with—“ your neck jerks to the side “—it.”

Your dad gives you a smile. “Ten out of ten for you,” he smiles. You nod.

“Well, I used to want to—“ you click “—be a doctor, until we found out this is incurable.” You whistle. “Pretty soul-crushing.” Your neck jerks back, and if it wasn’t for your dad’s hand, you would’ve hit the wall. “And we’ve learned to adapt to it. There are—“ you click “—days where I’m fine, with only a few, and days—“ you whistle and everyone can feel the frustration radiating off you. Still, no one chooses to finish your sentence, letting you get it out yourself “—like this.”

—•—

For a while, the six make general conversation, until, slowly but surely, you start to drift off. It isn’t until there’s an odd silence that Derek notices, and he has a smile on his face as he looks down at you, asleep on his shoulder.

“They look so… peaceful,” Izzie comments quietly, the others agreeing.

“Yeah. We’ve had a few rough days this week. God knows they need the rest,” Derek mutters. He shifts to look between the four. “Any of you wake them, I’ll make sure you’re banned from the OR for a month.”

Everyone’s eyes widen as they nod in unison; they’re all begging for a chance at more surgery. Carefully, Derek manoeuvres you so your head’s lying in his lap, body stretched out on the hospital bed. He carefully cards his fingers through your hair, detangling it as gently as he can.

The interns’ pagers go off, assigning them jobs and the four rush off, leaving Derek and you to rest. He smiles, getting himself comfortable sitting on the end of the bed, back against the wall.

“Get some rest, buddy. I’ll always be here for you.”

—•—

Hope y'all enjoyed. I know it's pretty different from what I usually write, but this is for my own comfort so...

Sorry not sorry

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candied-peach · 3 years ago

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ao3: “the swirl of storm clouds” rating: T genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending warnings: intruloceit, remus typical thoughts (violence/gross/bugs) description: Sometimes chaos is the wrong answer. Remus knows this very well.

"Stop ignoring me!"

Remus smiles a shark's smile when Logan's eyes glow orange. He is supposed to be pleased at this point, he thinks. Instead, he just feels vaguely sick to his stomach, like someone's taken his internal organs and given them a good shake, right into a blender.

"Oooh, Logan, now you're speaking my language," Remus purrs, but it feels like every syllable is full of needles, sharp and pointed, slicing his throat to ribbons as someone rips them free of his lungs. "But who do you really want to scream that at?" He sinks down, and promptly bursts into tears, curled up in the center of Janus's bed, breathing in the spicy cinnamon and chai scent of his boyfriend.

"Remus?" Janus asks in concern, from the doorway. "Remus, what's wrong?"

"Everything," Remus hiccups. His face is blotchy red and his nose can't stop streaming snot into his mustache. Anyone else would probably be grossed out. Remus can't bring himself to care. His eyes are puffy and red-rimmed and they burn, like someone's poured a few drops of battery acid into his tear ducts. "I- I said- Logan-" He wails again, loud and sharp. Janus's arms come around him, pulling him close, uncaring of the tears spurting everywhere and the snot clotting his mustache.

"What about Logan?" Janus asks softly.

"Orange spoke through me," Logan says from the doorway, his voice calm and collected. Too calm. He sounds like he does when he talks to Roman and Patton sometimes, when they've spoken over him for the millionth time, and he's too tired to care anymore. Remus's stomach sinks to the tips of his shoes. He's fucked up. He's fucked up so badly, and he doesn't even understand why. This was supposed to be a simple day. Logan had scheduled everything perfectly.

And then Remus came around to fuck it all up. His intrusive thoughts just kept bulging out of his head like the skin was about to split open and birth a thousand squirming, wriggling maggots, blood, and brain matter into the world, and he just-

He fucked up.

"I'm sorry!" Remus blurts out, as Janus rubs soothing circles into his back, comfort he doesn't deserve, not truly. It belongs to Logan, not him. He's not the one who became Orange's puppet today. He's not the one crammed full of orange juice energy, squished into every crack and crevice of his being.

"Apology accepted," Logan says, and he doesn't sound cold anymore, he just sounds...tired. Remus could weep in relief and he does, as Logan joins them on the bed, wrapping his arms around Remus and Janus both.

"Are you all right?" Logan asks. "Your intrusive thoughts..."

"Peachy!" Remus says, his voice cracking on the word. Logan frowns, then pulls him closer.

"We'll figure it out," Janus says softly, his tone warm and soothing. It's enough to make Remus's eyelids start to droop, worn out after the near panic attack and fit of crying. Janus summons a clean handkerchief and gently wipes off his face, banishing the cloth into nothing when he's finished. Normally, Remus might protest at the removal of another layer of grime, but he just sighs in relief this time, glad to have the mucus and residue of tears wiped free.

"So Nico, huh?" Remus asks in a watery voice, attempting an eyebrow waggle. Logan smiles at it, and Janus even laughs, a short, soft burst that makes Remus's chest warm and fuzzy, like a baby caterpillar.

"Nico," Logan agrees. He sounds a little too worn out for Remus's liking and his arm tightens around Logan's back, yanking him closer.

"Your schedule was a great idea, Lo Lo," Remus says loyally. "If Thomas doesn't listen next time, I'll nail his fingers to a chalk board."

"I don't think that would help, cephy," Logan says. "But thank you."

The waves of intrusive thoughts that usually batter his brain recede, at least for now, and Remus leans against his boyfriends, soft and safe and warm.

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #intruloceit #romantic intruloceit #remus sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus #logan #janus #sanders sides fic #cacophonous harmony #📚#ok to rb #peach writes

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owkse · 3 years ago

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Obi Wan Kenobi ~ Meeting Anakin

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

You wondered towards the training room, following your newly appointed master, Master Yoda. You were thrilled when he had invited you to tea, but when he had stated his intention to take you as a Padawan, you were elated. Naturally there was staring, you were used to it now after just a couple of weeks.

‘Help today young one, a new Padawan there is, guidance he will need’ commented Yoda.

‘Is it the new boy, Skywalker, I can sense his frustration?’ You asked curiously.

‘Help, Jedi Kenobi and young Skywalker today, guide them both you will’ nodded Yoda hovering in front of you, leading you into the training room, which was empty besides the two you were to meet.

‘Hello, Master Kenobi, it’s good to see you again’ you smiled bowing to the man, ignore the slight flare of jealousy coming from Skywalker.

‘You as well Y/N, I understand you’re to help us today’ smiled Obi Wan.

‘Leave you, I shall, work together the three of you should’ said Yoda chuckling as he left.

‘Hello I’m Y/N, you must be Anakin’ you smiled at the boy who was just slightly older than you.

‘Hi’ said Anakin stiffly.

‘What are you working on today Master Kenobi?’ You asked.

‘Meditating’ said Obi Wan ignoring the boy as he groaned.

‘Sure…’ you said removing your cloak, folding it onto the floor and promptly sitting on it.

With an amused look Obi Wan copied your actions, it’s only when the two of you began to meditate and ease into the force did Anakin join you. You and Obi Wan let your force signatures dance with each other, travelling down a path of light.

Then you felt the smashes, as though someone was trying to break through, not just to join you, but to consume you. Gently as you could you let the force guide you to Anakin, letting the boy test out the signature in the best way you knew how, through child like curiosity. You let yourself reach out to Anakin, unsurprised when he recoiled.

‘Don’t feel scared by it, let it flow through you, and guide you’ you whispered to him through the force.

‘I can’t do it’ came the angry reply.

‘You can, the first step is to calm yourself, breathe… find the thing that makes you float… I think about water, like when it’s flowing’ you said.

‘Flying’ whispered Anakin, tentatively joining you.

‘There we go, don’t let it consume you, let it guide you instead, like your…’ you started.

‘Racing for the first time, the engine is guiding me’ said Anakin, both of you playing within the force now.

‘Come now young ones’ came Obi Wan’s voice.

You felt yourself return to Obi And Wan’s signature, Anakin however fell behind, a barrier stopping him from moving.

‘Guide him, he needs you for this bit’ you said pushing Obi Wan to him, much to the man’s surprise.

It was two hours later that you opened your eyes, the three of you coming out of your meditative state. You happily stretched your body ignoring the two as the pushed to their feet moving away talking animatedly. A quick conversation that left Anakin all but storming away.

‘I am sorry young one, he shouldn’t be so…’ sighed Obi Wan running a hand through his slightly longer hair.

‘He doesn’t understand anything, not everyone uses or feels the force in the same way, you taught me that’ you said getting to your feet, earning chuckles in response.

‘Indeed I did, when did you become so wise’ smiled Obi Wan, picking up your cloak helping you put it on.

‘I’m a Padawan now, just like you were’ you grinned as the man chuckled walking out with you.

‘You are, Master Yoda certainly has his hands full with you’ said Obi Wan cheekily.

‘Agree with you I do Obi Wan’ came Yoda’s voice.

‘Master’ you pouted earning a soft tug to your Padawan braid from the creature.

‘Master Yoda, you have quite the Padawan’ said Obi Wan bowing his head respectfully.

‘Indeed, I do’ smiled Yoda.

Chapter 3

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #star wars #master yoda #yoda #jedi temple

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i-am-arcana-trash · 4 years ago

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Safe with me

I'm about to start school and I had to drop this before I lose all my free time.

I have no excuse for this, but the inherent trust placed on someone who has something sharp near your skin is just....*chefs kiss* perfect.

Featuring Laurel and @bastart13 Tashi (hi I love them so much)

Tashi wheeled himself through the door of Laurel's shop.

He was surprised she asked him over for help cutting her hair. He knew she kept a strict shaving schedule for her hair and she seemed to prefer to do it herself.

"Oh hey!"

Her voice drifted from her upstairs room. He could smell hibiscus tea, freshly brewed.

Faye trotted down the stairs promptly sitting at his feet. Tashi reached out to give her a scratch under her chin. She blinked at him slowly once before returning upstairs.

Laurel had informed him that when she slow blinks it's a sign of trust. He couldn't help feeling lucky when Faye would give him slow blinks, even if she still sometimes skittered away from his touch.

Laurel came down the stairs, tray balanced in one hand. She was dressed in an oversized tunic and bare feet. Tashi appreciated the amount of leg he could see from this change in her usual outfits

She grinned at him, leaning over to peck his cheek.

"Thanks for the help, I don't know what I did to my shoulder, but I cannot twist around to get the back of my head."

Tashi grinned "Happy to help, your scalp is safe with me."

Laurel laughed, gesturing to the back room where she did card readings.

She sat on a short stool and pulled out her blade. Tashi watched as she began to shave her scalp. Her movements were sure and practiced as she removed the hair from the front of her head.

After a few moments she handed Tashi the blade, gesturing to the back of her head.

"Ready?"

Tashi paused then, his hand resting on the base of her neck as he surveyed her skin. At this angle he could see the gentle rise and fall of her body with each breath. She had a few freckles dotting her neck and shoulders.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of her neck. He felt her freeze, before she sighed softly.

"oh..."

Tashi grinned. He had discovered completely by accident how Laurel practically melted when he kissed her here.

"Just enjoying the view...."

"You could always enjoy it after my head is shaved....I'm looking a bit like I've got mange."

Tashi laughed "Right..."

He followed her instructions, he was actually a little nervous, though he'd never admit it. It wasn't like fabric, he could easily stitch up an improper cut of fabric, fixing cuts on skin was not his expertise.

Laurel shifted slightly "You okay?"

He swallowed hard "Oh yes. Just being careful."

Laurel held still as he worked.

He was almost done when he nicked her scalp.

"Fuck!"

He startled, apologies pouring out "Shit are you okay!?"

Laurel smiled gently, handing him a towel.

"It's okay, trust me I've almost sliced my own ear off when I first started doing it."

Tashi pressed against the cut, trying to slow his heartbeat.

Laurel reached for his hand giving him a gentle squeeze. "Hey it's okay, occupational hazard of being my barber."

"Laurel it's not funny."

"I told you it's not a big deal..."

He muttered under his breath and Laurel ignored his grumbling.

He lifted the towel and the cut had mostly stopped bleeding.

Laurel turned around to face him, fixing him with a look "I'm not angry with you, genuinely it's a hazard of shaving my hair and I have cut myself when I do it alone. It just means I need to take my time, I get hasty."

Tashi looked unconvinced, and a little pale.

"Hey look..."

Tashi watched as lavender light escaped her palm and she held it to the cut. After a few moments she pulled her hand away, revealing a freshly healed cut.

Tashi reached up to gently stroke over the skin and then tilted her head up.

"Even if it's not a big deal I'm sorry."

Laurel smiled at him before leaning in to kiss him.

"Thanks for helping....now stop apologizing...I think you missed a spot."

Tashi eyed the last bit of hair on her head before eyeing the razor "Still trust me?"

Laurel kissed him again "With my life...and my scalp."

Tashi was able to finish shaving off the last bit of her hair. No further injuries to her scalp.

As he got ready to leave, thunder rumbled outside before a downpour was released from the sky.

Tashi eyed the rain before Laurel squeezed his shoulder "You can stay....the card table room has a futon."

Tashi raised a brow "Oh a futon.."

Laurel eyed him, leaning over bracing herself against the arms of his chair. "What's that supposed to mean?"

They stared at each other for a few moments before devolving into laughter.

Tashi caught her chin, kissing her. "Am I sleeping alone?"

Laurel blushed slightly "Can I be little spoon?"

He laughed "I was going to ask the same thing."

Laurel grinned, kissing him again "Fight ya for the right to be little spoon."

Tashi smirked at her "Don't let my chair lull you into a false sense of security....."

Laurel ran a finger up his arm leaning into his ear "Oh trust me sweet Tashi....I intend to figure out how strong you are."

With that she stood up, winking at him "I'll grab a few things upstairs. Just push the table all the way to the left and the futon just pulls out."

Tashi flushed as he watched her go up the stairs. He was able to easily move the table and got the futon flat.

Laurel came into the card room, her arms full of pillows and blankets.

She laid out everything and looked over at Tashi "Do you want me to help you...or would you prefer to do it alone."

He waved her off "Give me a few minutes."

When Laurel returned after 10 minutes. Tashi settled against the wall. Laurel couldn't help noticing he had removed his shirt and she couldn't help staring.

Tashi grinned, running his hand through his hair, one of his muscular arms framing his face as he stretched "You going to stare all night or what?"

Laurel blinked, flushing pink "Has anyone told you that you are distractingly handsome?"

Tashi posed, puffing out his chest "It's a shame to be so handsome."

Laurel laughed, crawling in next to him "Oh the burden you must bare, you're so strong."

Tashi pretended to wipe a tear "Don't tease, it's very difficult."

Laurel smirked before throwing a leg over his waist, her hips making contact with his.

Her hands found his, lacing her fingers with his as she leaned in close to him, her breath on his lips "Poor Tashi."

Tashi tried to ignore the rush of his blood in his ears. Laurel brushed her nose to his "Tashi...."

Suddenly she was on her back, she was probably distracted (yeah she was). She realized her hands were caught over her head in one of Tashi's, his other hand holding her chin.

He kissed her, hard. His tongue brushing against her lip. Laurel whined against him and he relented, freeing her hands. One hand settled on his chest, her other one around his shoulders.

After a few moments they pulled away, their breathing heavy. When his lips found the pulse of her neck she squirmed under him, back arching, sighing out his name. He was tempted to push her further but the feeling of her heart racing against his touch was enough for now.

Tashi rolled off of her and she settled on her side, stroking his cheek.

"You okay?"

Tashi smiled gently "You drive me absolutely nuts...yes I'm okay."

Laurel gazed at him with half hooded eyes, cheeks and neck flushed pink “You do that again I might think you like me....”

She laughed when he made a face “Oh absolutely not, you know I am married to my work and also I’m very busy, but if I did like you, it means my taste is excellent.”

When she laughed at his comment, he couldn’t help the question that bubbled up “How long have you been doing that to your hair?”

They spoke late into the night, the rain outside the background to their hushed words.

Later that night, Tashi watched her sleep as he eyed the cut he left on her head. The mark pale pink against her skin. He kissed the spot and she snuggled closer to him, sighing as she relaxed back into sleep.

When he awoke the next morning, he was alone. A note left on her pillow.

"Out to grab breakfast, be back soon. Hope you like pumpkin bread."

She had doodled a little heart next to her name and Tashi ignored how that stupid little heart gave him a flutter in his chest.

With that he got himself out of bed and awaited her return. Or at least he would....once he got Faye out of his chair.

#my writing #so this ended up going sideways #apprentice laurel #apprentice tashi #the arcana apprentice #oc x oc #am i projecting my love of beefy arms onto laurel....yes I am

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buckyodinson · 4 years ago

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Would you write pre- age of ultron Zemo (or whenever you want) and pregnant reader. I really think he'd be the softest expectant father 🥺

Hello, my lovely! I ended up going for current time Zemo for this, since I think the loss of his family is an important part of Zemo’s story and character! So we’re just gonna ignore the end of tfatws ep 5, and pretend you’re on the run with Zemo instead lmao!

Helmut Zemo x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons

Zemo had been a mess when you told him the news

He was ecstatic at the news, kissing you with so much force he almost pulled the air out of your lungs

He was also incredibly concerned

A life on the run was no life for a child

So he knew he had to find a way for you all to be safe somewhere once the baby arrives

Once you get to your second trimester, he’s found somewhere for you to live out in the middle of nowhere, in the countryside somewhere in Germany

And you’re in an expansive cottage, with a huge garden and wide open fields surrounding you

Zemo wanted lots of green space for your child to play in

And maybe even to keep some animals too

During the whole pregnancy, he is an absolute sweetheart

He does not stop doting on you

Literally does not let you lift a finger

Is more than happy to wait on you all day long, bringing you whatever you may want or need

He’s always rubbing moisturisers and lotions on you, paying extra special attention to your growing bump, littering it with kisses whenever he gets the chance

You especially love when he talks to the bump

The sweet things he says about how much he already loves the little one

And how he absolutely can’t wait to meet them

And what good care he’s going to take of them now and when they’re finally here

And he’s always telling the bump how amazing you are

And what a perfect family you’re going to be altogether

Zemo is convinced it’s a girl

You don’t want to find out until the baby actually arrives

But he is convinced

Zemo is always cooking you foods, and he’s always double-triple checking recipes to make sure every ingredient is safe for you to eat

He’s quite fond of baking with you, and baking often devolves into food fights

Where you’re each covered in flour or butter or you have smears of chocolate all over your faces

And he’ll put whatever it is you’re baking in the oven and go run you a bath

He helps you wash where you can’t reach as well anymore because of the bump, and will bring the baked goods fresh out of the oven up to the bathroom for you to enjoy, and then he’ll hop in the bath with you, getting himself clean too, and just relaxing with you

He’s fiercely protective over you

He lost his family before, he certainly won’t let it happen again

He would kill anyone who came in between him and you

Without hesitation

If anything threatened the life you were about to embark on together

He would do literally anything to protect that life

When the baby finally arrives, he’s whispering praises into your ear throughout the entire labour, telling you you’re doing amazing

When the baby is finally born, and the midwife announces it’s a girl, he has a very brief smug look on his face, before he actually lays his eyes on his daughter

And he promptly starts to cry

As the midwife cleans your daughter, he turns to look at you, beaming from ear to ear

“I’m so proud of you, my love.” he whispers and kisses you

Your daughter is laid against your chest, and you’re pretty sure Zemo doesn’t blink for like 10 minutes, just staring at the tiny little girl in awe

You had discussed some names previously, but in that moment, you knew what you should name her

You hadn’t brought it up with him yet, but as you laid there watching Zemo rock your daughter softly in his arms, you suggested it

“We should name her after your wife”

He looks up at you shocked, and tears begin to pool in his eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Helmut. I’m sure.” you reach a hand to wipe at the tears that had fallen, smiling at him

“I love you so much. Rest, my love. You did so well.” he leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, the exhaustion kicking in quickly

As he looks at his tiny daughter in his arms, and looks over at you in the hospital bed, he can’t quite believe how lucky he is

Of all the people in the world, he can’t believe he has this wonderful second chance at life

And he knows he isn’t going to waste a second of it.

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yourlocalmaraudersbabe · 4 years ago

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Hiya! May I request a sirius x reader imagine where the marauders are all hanging out by the black lake. James or remus (probably James tbh) pranks the reader by throwing them in the black lake. What he didn't know is that they are scared of deep dark waters and almost drown and sirius saves them? Fluffy fluffy ending please?

I hope you have a good day!~

💜

“You’re right, nobody can be as lovely as me”

Summary: James thinks it’s funny to throw you in the water and Sirius is there to pull you out

A/N: omg look who decided to post :=)

Warnings: drowning/not be able to swim and there's like one swear word

Word Count: 1401

Masterlist + Characters and ships I write for

Requests are always open <3

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“Please enjoy your dinner and relax this evening!”

You sat with your friends, directly next to Sirius while Dumbledore’s voice boomed through the Great Hall, food appearing down the table in front of you.

There were only a couple days left of your sixth year at Hogwarts, the summer holiday so close you could reach out and grab it.

“So what are we doing after dinner?” James asked.

You grabbed a spoonful of mashed potatoes, starting to make a plate of food for yourself. “How about we hang out by the lake?”

James quickly swapped his plate for yours, leaving you to give him a lovely middle finger.

“Prongs,” Sirius chastised as you laughed. You laid a head on his shoulder, telling him it was harmless.

Your boyfriend pushed his own plate over in front of you, urging you to sit up and eat.

James shrugged his shoulders, promptly digging into the wonderful food in front of him.

“Y/n,” Lily started. “I really like that idea. We can all go—”

“But y/n never swims,” Peter cut her off, nearly whining.

“Yeah, it’s not fun without you,” James added. “Why can’t you just go in for even a little bit?”

You glared at the two of them. “Absolutely not.”

Sirius grabbed your hand under the table, squeezing it before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “You better not have just gotten crumbs in my hair,” you whispered, shoving his shoulder.

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You stepped outside, hand in hand with Sirius as the warm glow of the sun setting lay a blanket on the world around you. Your friends had already made their way out here, the only reason you two are arriving now is because of the boy next to you.

“C’mon, I need to go back to my dorm. I wanna bring a towel in case I decide to go in.”

“Well do you want to swim or not?” you asked.

“I haven’t decided yet,” he laughed.

“You are the most indecisive person I know, Sirius,” you took his hand, following him up to Gryffindor tower.

“Am not.”

“You are,” you laughed. “Well I’m deciding to lay out, maybe read a book. I’ve also decided that I’m stealing a blanket.”

“Hey, stop rubbing your decision making skills in.”

“Oh, and I’ve decided I’m stealing a jumper.”

He gave a dramatic frown.

You gave a quick kiss on the side of his cheek as he stepped through the portrait hole.

“Well can I at least pick which jumper you steal?”

“Hmm, I don’t know if you’d be able to decide which one.”

You spotted your friends and they waved, casting you smiles from the lake.

Sirius dropped your hand, skipping a couple steps to be in front of you, walking backwards.

“I have a question for you, y/n.”

“Ask away,” you sighed, a smile curling at the corners of your mouth.

“Be honest. Would you still give me a hug if I were to have just gotten out of the water? A kiss perhaps?”

You burst out laughing. “No. No way. Not when I’m perfectly dry.”

“Well maybe we’ll have to test out that theory.”

You deadpanned. “You’re hilarious.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

You spread out your blanket, lying down and soaking in what the sun had to offer before setting completely.

Sirius made his way to the water before the light had disappeared entirely. You closed your eyes, enjoying some much needed rest.

You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for, and it didn’t really matter now. All you knew that you were hovering over the lake. You had to be dreaming.

You couldn’t tell how high up you were, you were barely able to make out the silhouettes of your friends.

“Ha-ha, very funny!” you called out. “You can put me down now.”

James’s voice echoed up to you. “What? You don’t want to come in for a little swim with us?”

You looked down and saw his little grasp on his wand as he controlled how far you were from falling.

“James, please put me down on the grass.”

You could hear it in his voice. You could hear how he expected this to just be a harmless little prank of his.

“But it will be much funnier if you plop into the water. Just a small plink.”

He didn’t even give you time to respond before you were plummeting into the lake. Your friends were further away than they seemed to be. James had thrown his head back in laughter, ignoring you. Ignoring how fear took over your body, making it nearly unbearable to relax and just float. It was hard to breathe, you could barely even cough as you struggled to stay above water.

“James? What the fuck?” Sirius was at your side in a matter of moments, his arms wrapped around you as you clung onto him for dear life. You had gotten yourself into a coughing fit, as soon as you were steady afloat. You didn’t know if the tears streaming down your face were from embarrassment or genuine fear.

“I feel pathetic,” you finally whispered to Sirius as he swam to the grass.

“Everyone has something that gets to them like this. James didn’t know,” he whispered back while he lifted you out of the water, pulling himself up after. “Are you alright? Can you breathe okay? Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?”

You sat up, wiping at the tears from in your eyes, your hands moving to fumble with the grass blades in front of you. “I think I’m alright.”

Sirius called for a towel with a near perfect wordless spell. He caught it before it flew right into the back of your head, wrapping it around your body snuggly. He ran his fingers over your face, wiping away the droplets of water, pushing your hair back out of the way. “I’m really sorry about all this, y/n,” he said. “I wish I would’ve seen what was happening.”

The overwhelming feeling had pooled tears in your eyes. You slouched down, leaning into his side. “No, it’s alright. It’s not your fault,” you choked out a laugh, wiping under your eyes.

He took your hand, curling his fingers around yours, rubbing gently against the top. “Want me to go get James? Rough him up a bit?”

A smile crept upon your face. “No, it’s alright.”

A genuine laugh bubbled up in your throat. He hugged you tight, speaking quietly. “How about we go back up to my dorm? Get settled in some warm clothes?”

“I like that idea,” you said. “But only if you carry me.”

And that’s exactly what Sirius did. He carried you all the way up to his dorm, letting you change into dry clothes and slip under the covers first.

He didn’t take long himself, turning the bathroom light off as he made his way over to you. He pulled back the blanket atop of you for a brief moment before laying down and pulling you up against his chest with one swift movement of his arm. You turned your head upwards, opening your mouth to talk, yet failing to produce any words. Your voice cracked, tears appearing once more.

Sirius rolled you over, brushing the hair out of your face and wiping away the tears as they spilled over, muttering soft notes of reassurance. “You’re okay now, y/n.”

“It was really scary,” you whispered, the lump in your throat aching as you spoke.

“I know, darling. But look where you are,” he smiled, kissing your forehead sweetly. “Let’s focus on the present: you’re in bed with me, you’re in comfortable clothing, and you have a blanket to keep you warm and safe.” He tucked the material closer up under your neck.

“I’m right here. Nothing like that is going to happen again,” he trailed off. “I’m here to hold you, darling.”

“Thank you.”

He kissed your nose and wiped away the last of the tears. You turned over once again, tucking yourself in his arms.

It was quiet for a mere moment.

“Hey, you’re sure you don’t want to get back at James? I could make a wonderful polyjuice potion over the summer. James would make for a lovely black dog I know of.”

You contemplated. “I don’t think James could pull off being that lovely.”

“You’re right, nobody can be as lovely as me.”

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rat-cigars · 3 years ago

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Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: there’s not much romance on the Edward side these next few chapters but dw, y’all are gonna get that Stockholm shit eventually. As always be mindful of triggers and 18+ )

***Bruce POV)

*Reader POV)

(TW: incel , kidnapping, bondage stuff, angst, physical grabbers, )

Wc: 1322

Possible Spoilers in this chapter

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 21: Chains and Calls

***Bruce had never been one to worry himself over you. Aside from the night you’d been mugged of course, but it was because he had helped you as Batman. Plus he did feel a little guilty for walking in the first place, being too shy to ask him or Alfred to take you.

Bruce had tried his hardest to be kind with you, seeing the unfortunate situation the media had placed you both in, but he did still keep his distance, needing to focus on his main work.

The week you’d spent recovering he had done his best to indulge in light conversation with him, both sharing little stories from your very different lives. It had been odd for him to open up a little, but he figured it was probably a time killer for you and it kept you oblivious to his work as the Batman.

You’d teased him about not even getting to meet the guy who had helped you, but he had simply rolled his eyes at your remarks, ignoring them.

The night you asked to get a ride down to Edwards at the hotel he was worried about the press seeing them out alone, and he didn’t want the trip to cut into his meetings with Gordon. But luckily for him the hotel wasn’t too far and you had ended up staying the night anyways.

The morning after you’d decided to stay the night he was asleep in his bed until 4pm, only getting up to go to the restroom and to speak with Alfred.

You had texted him an update letting him know you were at work and he just replied with an okay, and continued with his day.

After a few days of only texting though Bruce started to worry about you, plus the location on your phone had been tampered with. This in mind he had decided to stake out the RedRoom Inn, but to his disappointment, Edward never got caught bringing anything too suspicious. Bruce had even followed him home a couple times to no avail. He couldn’t pin it on the strange man, but he had a gut feeling that something was about to happen.

*Waking up hours after Edward had left the sun glared in your eyes, he had left the closet door open, allowing a bit of natural light in. You groaned sitting up, finally getting out of the daze you’d been in. Edward had to rush, being late to work, but this had caused him to leave your phone out. Leading to you hearing the familiar ringtone, jolting up and rustling the chains.

Your heart skipped a beat but you knew Edward was watching, waiting for you to make a sudden break for it.

You glanced down and suddenly felt adrenaline coursing through your body as you realized he had forgotten to click the cuffs on your wrist shut completely. Quickly you checked your ankles, throwing off the restraints first and then stood, hurrying to remove your wrists cuffs. With a fast paced limp, you rushed to the room where the noise continued to ring, knowing you had limited time. You quickly picked up the device, seeing the caller ID light up a name that had become more familiar to you these past few months.

“Bruce!” You squealed and answered, hyperventilating into the phone's mic as you quickly shouted for help, “Bruce! Please! Dear God, you have to help me!” You sobbed, hearing his breath hitch on the other end he listened. “I-I’m at-!” You stopped, freezing as the main door clicked, and the call suddenly dropped. Rendering the phone useless to you now. “Y/n!” Edward yelled out, heavy thuds filling the empty walls. “I don’t want to fight! Please just come out and I’ll understand..” The end was spoken with a hint of that shyness from when you’d first met him.

But knowing that your only hope of escaping had been promptly removed, you didn’t move, just watching the entrance to the room. “Ah, there you are my love..” he cooed and walked into the room casually, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh honey, we were having such a good time..” he adjusted his lenses and looked at you, “it’s a shame you’re so determined to ruin it.” He laughed and grabbed you by your hair, dragging you down and to the closet once more.

“It was a mistake to leave in such a rush this morning!” He was mad now and you felt it through his rough tugs. “Too bad you couldn’t behave.” He growled at you, making sure to clip the cuffs tighter than before.

You just allowed him to react, having no urge to fight in the moment. “I’m sorry..” you tried appealing to his kinder side and for a second it worked, he relaxed and smiled his kind smile at you.

“I know darling.. I just need you to understand everything.” He sighed and gently ruffled your hair, the touch made you cringe once more. “Understand what?” You questioned him and Edward stood, leaving you down on the mat. “You’ll see it soon my love..” he spoke softly and then walked out, slamming the closet door shut.

You were left to sob alone again, but a small hope was growing once again in you. You had managed to contact Bruce, actually he had called you first. But the luck from Edwards' mistake had run out before you could’ve given him details. Maybe he would get Batman to look for you. You questioned these ideas as you cried yourself to sleep, curling into a ball on the cold floor.

**Bruce had eventually caved into his curiosity of your whereabouts, deciding to call you himself. But nothing prepared him for your response to his call. He had heard you shriek in a panic his name, and before he could even speak you’d continued. Crying loudly for help and as you were going to spill an idea of your location, the call dropped.

He had started to breathe heavier in a panic at the call, wondering where you had gone was just the beginning. Bruce was quick to call back multiple times but to his dismay, none of the calls even rang through. Throwing his phone down in anger at the situation he rushed to the cave, checking to see if your location had managed to pop up on his screen against butt there was nothing. No ping since the hotel, but he couldn’t just bust in there with no clear reason, especially as Batman.

Alfred had followed him down, watching his eyes trail through the logs of your phone's last locations. Alfred left soon after realizing it was going to be a long night for Bruce, prepping some coffee in the kitchen for him. Bruce hadn’t paid much attention when Alfred had been around him, only giving a nod in response when Alfred informed him of the pot sitting out on the counter for him. “Get some sleep, you need it.” Was the latest remark Alfred said before heading to his own room to rest

But Bruce didn’t sleep much that night, focused on finding the location of you. He was still feeling guilty over the attack and now with you being in immediate danger, it lit a fire under his ass.

Bruce had researched through the night, waking up the next morning at the desk, all his notes sprawled out. This was going to be a long fall for everyone.

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stopeatingwhales · 4 years ago

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"how come we've never spoken before?" x noel gallagher

why haven't I written anything for noel in ages??????? anyways this was so cute I hope u lot like it <33

Pairing: 1990! noel gallagher x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1.951

Requested by anon x

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“You wanna come over tonight?” Liam asked me as we were walking out of the sixth form building. “Our kids coming to pick us up so was wondering if you wanted to come with.”

“Yeah alright.” I nodded, linking my arm with Liam as we walked out of the gates together. Going over to the Gallagher residence wasn’t an uncommon matter, if anything I was over at theirs at least once a week. Since their father had left the environment was always pleasant, his mum always cooking the best, most delicious meals which caused your body to crave it again each and every day until you returned back for dinner once again. As well as that, being able to spend time with Liam was always an enjoyable experience - him being my best friend since first joining the college, we hadn’t been able to separate ourselves from each other since. Of course, we would have different friends, different groups, but we always turned back to each other - something that I adored most about our relationship; we didn’t constantly need to be with one another to consider each other our best friend. Whenever I was over we would relax in his room, talking about practically everything and everything, sometimes smoking a joint by his window to prevent his mum finding out, even though the stench of it would stick to our clothes like glue - giving it away instantaneously.

After exiting the school gates, we walked for a bit until we reached the nearest neighbourhood of houses, where Noel said he would pick Liam up. To waste the time, Liam brought out a spliff from his pocket, placing it between his lips, then lighting it, him failing a couple times to get the lighter to produce a flame. “Give me a hit,” I said, watching Liam as he quickly inhaled the roll of weed, then passing it to me, a wave of smoke hitting my face from Liam’s mouth. “Stop that you twat.”

There was hardly anybody outside, from the look of the area, merely just the occasional car whizzing past us, causing the empyrean of smoke discarded from our throats to diffuse into the atmosphere. It produced a clear contrast against the skies, which had little to no clouds visible at all. Having a clear, sunny day in Manchester wasn’t something ordinary; it was a rarity, but for the past year the weather had been brilliant, though brilliant becomes unlivable when the temperature continues to increase to the thirties, celsius wise. That’s when the nature of constant traffic, crowded streets and lengthy queues at the ice cream machine disperse into their homes - the sun being too strong it becomes a chore to leave the house. Having the world so silent, hushed, brings another kind of tranquillity to the mind. Watching an inanimate street fixated in the same position, as if it were a ghost-town, encompasses that feeling of being the only person present in the world at that moment, which makes you realise that the life you live is not lead to be controlled of dictated by others - it is yours, and it is something in which you hold complete control over.

After a couple minutes of small talk shared between me and Liam, a small car drove past us, stopping promptly as the windows rolled down, indicating that it was Noel. Me and Liam quickly rushed out of the sun that was beaming down at us, to get inside his car; Liam hopping in the passenger seat next to his brother whilst I occupied the middle seat in the back. “Hi Noel.” I said softly, smiling at him through the rear view mirror, our eyes connecting for a short second whilst he greeted me back, then turning to greet Liam before taking off. Mine and Noel’s relationship wasn’t anything special: we spoke here and there, but since he usually was occupied by hanging out with friends, or travelling as a groupie for Inspiral Carpets, we never conversed much. It was a mere relationship formulated from my closeness with Liam, as manners are important - even if Liam shows the opposite. I was quite intrigued by Noel disregarding his conventional absences; he seemed to lead a life which was exciting and alluring, and was a complete contrast against Liam’s persona from what I had noticed. Liam was more into sports, mainly football, and causing havoc wherever he could (me constantly joining him since he knew how to have an absolute good time), whilst Noel seemed completely consumed by music and the wonders of working with bands. Regardless, they shared some idiosyncrasies, one thing in particular definitely being their love for weed.

Once we arrived at the house, we were greeted by Liam’s mum, who welcomed me in lovingly. “Always a pleasure to have you over, Y/N,” she said as I broke away from the embrace we shared to allow me to take off my shoes. “Liam, I'm going to need you to help me in the kitchen today.” she then said to Liam, whose face then dropped in complete annoyance.

“Why?” he moaned in response, sighing at his mum whilst removing his shoes. “Y/N’s literally here!”

“Maybe because you haven’t done the washing up for over a week, Liam,” she responded, turning her gaze to look at me, rolling her eyes at his demeanour. “Y/N’s not going anywhere, it won’t take you a year.”

After we were able to get Liam to do his chores, I told him that I would be waiting upstairs for him, in his and Noel’s room. Once I went inside, I wandered around the medium-sized room, finding my way over to Noel’s side, especially fixated on the stack of records that he had owned, aligned by the table next to the record player. He had all sorts of bands; the Beatles, the Who, the Smiths, Sex Pistols... All the best artists. The more and more I found out about him the interest I had about him increased. He seemed like a cool older brother to have, and share a room with, even though Liam sees boys in bands quite odd - which is humorous, since he’s practically an entity of his own. Proceeding to pick up a vinyl by the Smiths, the album in particular being the Queen is Dead, I admired the cover whilst grasping it in my palms. The Smiths were the only band that seemed to use the most aimless, but oddy aesthetic images of random men as their album covers - most likely courtesy of Morrissey’s desires - though I suppose is one element which creates the artistic composition of the band, and their music. Snapping me out of the trance I was consumed in, a voice echoed in the room, one which was definitely not Liam’s. “Like what you see?”

Turning around to find out who it was, I was accosted by the sight of Noel, who was holding a warm mug of tea. Flustered, I placed the vinyl back in the stack before taking a seat on Liam’s bed. “Sorry,” I mumbled, looking at Noel whilst playing with my fingers in my lap.

View stuck on him, I watched him walk to his bedside table, placing his mug of tea on the coaster, then reaching out to grab the vinyl that was once embraced by my palms. “You like the Smiths?” he asked, his eyes now connecting to my gaze.

“Yeah I do,” I said, smiling slightly at his question. “That’s my favourite album of theirs actually.”

“Didn’t expect that from you,” He replied back, taking a sip from his mug of tea before taking the vinyl out of its sleeve and placing it on the record player, watching the needle intently as it gently dropped onto the black disc before sitting back on his bed. The title track’s intro then seeped into the silence of the room, paired by Noel humming along to it. “Think their debut was better, if I’m honest.”

“Well preference always matters,” I answered back, walking over to his bed to grab the vinyl sleeve, gazing at the lyric sheets, also taking a seat next to Noel. I felt his stare on me, but I attempted to ignore it as I focused on the little verses of poetry in one of the songs. “Morrissey is such a depressing writer.”

A laugh rumbled at his throat at my absentminded comment. Averting my gaze, I looked at Noel and smiled again. “I’m not wrong!”

“What else you into?” he asked me, curiosity laced in his tone as he diverted the topic.

“Everything else you listen to really, I looked through most of your vinyls,” I replied, watching Noel as his eyebrows furrowed together in shock, my smile widening as I felt my cheeks start to burn slightly - I had never thought that I’d be having a genuine conversation with Noel. “Especially the Beatles, Liam’s told me how much you love them.”

Noel was impressed, and it showed on his face quite evidently. “What’s your favourite album by them then?”

Looking away for a couple seconds, I thought of a response. “Probably Sergeant Peppers. Was their most innovative stuff, in my opinion at least.”

We continued to ramble on about music for a short while, Noel continuing to act excessively shocked whenever I had told him I had indeed listened or liked an artist he questioned. It was nice to finally discuss music with somebody since Liam was never really into it. “You’d never expect me to listen to all of this because I’m friends with a lunatic.”

Another laugh left Noel’s mouth, a smile stuck on his lips. “All he’s obsessed with is football, I don’t even get how you’re both mates.”

“Opposites attract.” I answered back, leaning back to have my back against the wall as we continued to talk. My cheeks began to hurt after a while of us chatting, due to the smile that was unable to leave my lips.

“How come we’ve never spoken properly before?” He asked, walking over to flip the vinyl to side B. “You’re cool.” he added in a mumble, almost as if he didn’t want it to be heard.

I felt blood slightly rush to my cheeks after the compliment fell from his lips, my top teeth clinging onto my bottom lip as a wave of nervousness washed over me. “Maybe because you’re always out.”

A hum of agreement rumbled from his throat as my eyes fixated themselves on the white ceiling. I could see that Noel was staring at me through my peripheral, which caused my cheeks to increase their redness, only slightly. “We should hang out sometime.”

Connecting eyes with him, I admired his dark brown orbs for a second, before I responded. “We should.”

Breaking our moment together, we were welcomed by an exhausted Liam rushing into the room, breathing heavily from his jog up the stairs. Falling onto the bed, me and Noel shared a moment of laughter as we simply stared at Liam’s state. “What’re you lot laughing about?”

Me and Noel turned to look at one another, sharing a gaze once again. There was a specific glint in his eyes which I marveled at, his face beaming at me, only causing me to reciprocate in the same manner. Our stare meant more than what it was, a certain tension was held between us that was felt by both participants. Especially for Noel, whose heart was pumping as if it were about to burst out of his chest, his cheeks a little flushed out of admiration for the girl sitting next to him. “Nothing.” we replied, giggling slightly as our eyes stayed glued on one another.

#noel gallagher x reader #noel gallagher #oasis #oasis band #Liam gallagher #britpop #nineties #my writing #90s #music #band imagines #fluff

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