#and i sat down to rest and a creepy man came up to me....

[briefinquiries]

Tyler Owens x Reader: No Hesitation

Request: From anonymous: “I had an idea for Tyler Owens!! I feel like Tyler would be the type of guy that if a girl came up to him and said ‘this guy is creepy, pls pretend to be my bf’ he would be like ‘hell yay’ and scare the guy away without making the girl uncomfortable?? Maybe you could do a scenario like that with reader?? Thank youuu!!! Lots of love!!”

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: none

A/N: guys.... i'm down bad for tyler owens, pls send help (or requests so i can keep writing about him). anywayyy, enjoy!

“You comin’ T?” Boone asked as he peered into Tyler’s motel room. 

Tyler glanced up from where he sat on the edge of his creaky, double mattress and nodded. “Yeah, I just need to grab a shirt that doesn’t smell like pig shit.”

“Good luck with that,” Boone chuckled. “We haven't done laundry in almost three weeks– just about everything in my bag smells like pig shit.”  

“Maybe it’s time we popped home for a bit,” Tyler muttered as he continued digging through his bag. Finally, he pulled out an unused, plain, T-shirt that had been folded at the bottom of his duffel. “What kind of place is this, Boone?” he asked as he pulled the shirt over his head. 

“Just a bar, man. Nothin’ fancy. They got darts though, and a pool table. Which, by the way, I bet you fifty bucks I can smoke you at.”

“Boone, you don’t even have fifty bucks,” Tyler replied, shaking his head. He stood up from the bed and joined his friend in the hallway, shutting his motel room door behind him. 

“Do too,” Boone said defensively as they began walking towards the parking lot to join the rest of the team. 

“Oh you mean the fifty bucks I gave you to get the van’s oil changed last week? Which now I’m assuming you never did–” 

“An honest mistake,” Boone said, putting his hands up in surrender. “They were closed the day you gave it to me, then I’ll be honest, I forgot about it. But my point is, beat me at pool and that money is yours again.” 

“I don’t want the money to be mine again, I want the van to get an oil change.”

“Well you get your fifty bucks back and you can use it for whatever you’d like– oil change included.”

Tyler shook his head, knowing there was no use arguing with his friend. 

“What’re you two love birds arguing about now?” Lilly asked. She was perched on the hood of Tyler’s truck looking at footage she’d taken from her drone earlier in the day. 

“T’s too scared to play me in pool,” Boone answered before Tyler could. 

“Aw,” Lilly said teasingly. “Nothin’ to be scared of. We’ll still love ya, even if Boone kicks your ass.”

“Yeah, T,” Dani added from the front seat of the van. They had the door kicked open and their feet resting out the rolled down window. “There’s no shame in losin’. Only in never trying.”

“I oughta just leave the lot of you behind. Me and Dexter can take things from here. Isn’t that right, Dex?”

“Sure,” Dexter said casually. “But I’ll have you know I can also beat your ass at pool.”

“Unbelievable,” Tyler muttered to himself. “Who’s ridin’ with me?”

Lilly and Boone’s hands shot up. “Shotgun,” Boone announced. 

“You always get shotgun,” Lilly muttered as she climbed into the backseat of his truck. 

“We’ll meet you guys there,” Dani said as they pulled their feet into the van and started it up. Dexter climbed into the passenger seat and then the group of them were off. 

It took about fifteen minutes to get to the bar Boone had been going on about all day. He insisted they served the best chicken wings in all of Tulsa. Tyler would be the judge of that. 

The parking lot was relatively full– but not surprisingly so for a Saturday night. 

“If you have more than three drinks, you’re ridin’ back with Dani, you understand?” Tyler said to Boone as the five of them walked into the bar together. “I’m not havin’ you get sick in my truck for a second time.”

“Whatever you say, Dad,” Boone said sarcastically. “I’m gonna mark my territory at the pool table– let ‘em know we’re next. Grab me whatever’s on tap, will ya?”

He didn’t even wait for Tyler’s confirmation before darting off, Dani and Dexter on his tail. 

Meanwhile, Tyler and Lilly made their way to the bar to order for everyone else. “Man, he’s full of it today,” he muttered once they reached the counter. 

“Yeah, well. We’re all a little restless,” Lilly admitted. “It’s been a long few weeks without much action. Boone’s kinda like a puppy. Except instead of walks he needs adrenaline rushes and excessive fun. Tonight’ll be good for him.” 

Tyler chuckled as he turned to check where the bartender was at. Except, as soon as he did, his elbow collided with the person beside him. 

“Sorry–” he said quickly, eyes wandering down. 

His words caught in his mouth at the sight of an unfamiliar, but beautiful girl. You were gazing back up at him with equal surprise, mouth hung open slightly. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. 

“That’s okay,” you answered quickly. “I was standin’ too close.” 

“No other way to really do it in here it seems,” he said. 

You smiled sweetly. “I know– it’s never this busy here, even on the weekends.”

“You come here a lot?” he asked, just trying to keep the conversation going. 

“I wouldn’t say a lot, but enough. Any time I have a hankering for some wings.”

Tyler adjusted his body so that he was facing you entirely now. He was boxing Lilly out– but she’d understand. Especially after she got a look at how gorgeous you were. “You know, my buddy said they were good. I didn’t entirely believe him. But if you say so…”

“You’re gonna trust a total stranger over your buddy?” you asked teasingly. 

Tyler tilted his head to the side. “If you met my buddy, you’d understand why. You know we’re all gonna play some pool in a bit if you wanted to–”

“Hey Y/N, there you are!” Tyler heard someone say, cutting him off. He watched as your head snapped around. A man– tall with broad shoulders and black hair, was pushing through the crowd towards you. 

“I gotta go,” you said to Tyler quickly, instantly causing his shoulders to fall. “Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too,” he grumbled. He turned back towards the bar to avoid seeing you reunite with who he supposed was probably your boyfriend. 

“Don’t sweat it, T,” Lilly said, clapping him on the back. “You’ll get the next one.”

Tyler rolled his eyes, kicking himself for letting himself get his hopes up over a stupid, two minute conversation. 

Once he and Lilly got everyone’s drinks, the pair of them made their way back towards the pool table which Boone had successfully taken over. No time was wasted before Boone was insisting the pair play. 

To Tyler’s absolute dismay– he really did suck. 

He lost three games in a row before finally calling it quits. He opted to sit at a high top table with Dexter, watching Lilly and Boone compete instead. 

Tyler was just about to throw down the last of his beer when suddenly, he felt an arm loop through his.  He turned to tell who he assumed was Dani, that they’d had way too much to drink, but before he could, a voice (that certainly didn't match Dani’s) rang out. 

“Hi baby, there you are!”  

Dexter, who was sitting across from Tyler, glanced at him surprised. 

Tyler looked to his left and locked eyes with the same girl from the bar earlier. Except now, she was gazing at Tyler desperately. Without warning and before Tyler could even react, you leaned closer to him. 

In a hurried whisper, you spoke so that only Tyler could hear. “There’s a guy over there. I keep asking him to, but he won’t leave me alone– can you just pretend to know me so that he’ll go away?”

Then, you press your lips to the side of Tyler’s cheek quickly, like it was a gesture the two of you had shared thousands of times. You continued holding on to his arm, your eyes wildly trying to communicate how terrified you clearly were, as you looked pleadingly at him to help you. 

Tyler’s face broke out into a huge grin as he, with absolutely no hesitation, took on the role of boyfriend for a complete stranger. He wiggled his arm out of your grasp and instead wound it around your waist, pulling you tightly into his side. 

You were taken aback by how secure and safe you suddenly felt. 

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Tyler replied.  He could visibly see the look of relief that washed over your face once you realized he had decided to play along. 

Tyler tugged at your hip, indicating that he wanted you to lean in closer. You took his hint and tilted your head towards him.  

“Which guy is it?” he asked discreetly. 

“Red shirt, black hair,” you mumbled quietly. It was only then that you notice the other man sharing the table with your rescuer. You offered him an apologetic smile, hoping that he was intuitive enough to pick up on the cues you’d been dropping.  

Next you noticed the rest of his group scattered around the pool table. Initially, they were in the middle of a game when you came over, but now, their attention had shifted. You glanced at the beautiful girl with tanned skin and long, braided hair, holding a pool stick. She offered you a small, but cautious smile. You hoped it wasn’t her boyfriend you were currently draped over.  Then, there’s another guy– with messy black hair topped with an old, worn ball cap. He had a confused look on his face, but when the girl leaned over and whispered something in his ear, his eyes lit up in understanding. 

The man you were clinging to rubbed your hip bone gently with his thumb. The sensation sent sparks across the entire surface of your skin. You wondered if he even realized he was doing it.  

You’d seen him at the bar earlier and had gotten a good, gut feeling about his demeanor. He seemed genuine and kind– even though you’d only managed about a two minute conversation with him before the man who’d been following you around all night came back. It wasn’t until after you darted off that you realized you should have just explained what was going on right then and there. 

You’d realized he was handsome earlier, but this was the first time you’d gotten a good look at him up close, now that your nerves had calmed down and you felt like you were able to breathe again. You wanted to give yourself a pat on the back, because it seemed like you’d chosen the best looking man in the entire bar, if not world, to be your pretend boyfriend. He had distinct features– a strong jaw, tanned skin, and eyes so green, it made you feel like spring was blooming. His brows were furrowed into a firm line as he scoured the bar nonchalantly, looking for the man who had led you to him. You felt grateful that this complete stranger cared enough to help you out.  

“That him?” he asked, nodding in the direction he wanted you to look. 

You turned your head and watched in dismay as the creepy man from earlier approached. 

“Shit– yes.”

“I got ya, don’t worry,” he murmured gently. “Can I help you?” he asked, turning once the man was within earshot. 

He stopped in his tracks, eyes glued to you. “I was jus’ lookin’ for her,” the man said, words slurring together. 

“And what use do you have for my girlfriend?” he challenged, grip around your waist tightening. 

“Sorry man– she didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend.”

“But she did tell you to leave her alone, right?”

“Yeah, jus’ thought she was playin’ hard to get. You know how these girls can be–”

“No, I don’t actually,” Tyler said. “I think if she said leave her alone… you should probably leave her alone.”

The man put his hands up in surrender. “Easy man, I didn’t mean any harm by it. Like I said, I didn’t realize she was taken.”

“I don’t think you’re getting it–” Tyler said, standing up from his chair to face the man. You were surprised by how cold you felt without his hand around your waist. 

“You don’t get to just choose to respect her now that you know she has a boyfriend.” 

“You tryin’ to start something here, man?” The guy narrowed his beady eyes. 

“Why? You offerin?” Tyler took another step forward, anger surging in his chest faster than he anticipated.  

“Might be,” the man said, meeting Tyler halfway. The two were face to face now– things were escalating. 

But before things could get out of hand, the guy from behind the pool table hurried over. “Easy, T–” he placed a hand on his shoulder before facing the guy. “Why don’t you just back off, man? Get outta here.”

“Yeah, c’mon–” two more people from his group stepped forward. Like a small army, you thought. All stepping up to protect you– a total stranger. 

There was a brief moment where the man studied the scene before him. Then, like he realized that taking on the four people defending you was a bad idea, he backed off. 

“Whatever, she’s not worth it anyway,” he said, throwing you one, final nasty glare before turning and stalking off. 

You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath until you saw him walk out the front door. Only when it snapped shut behind him were you able to exhale a shaky sigh.  

That guy’s been following me all night. I thought I could handle it, but then he got really mad when I wouldn’t let him give me a drink,” you said shakily. 

“What a creep,” one of them said. 

“Thank you so much–” you said, utterly relieved. Then, you introduced yourself to the table of people you’d abruptly intruded upon. 

“Don’t mention it, glad we could help. I’m Tyler.” 

The others had gathered around the table now and each introduced themselves as well. 

“You were right to trust your gut,” Dani said, offering you a reassuring nod. 

“Yeah, who knows what that creep might’ve stuck in your drink.”

You shivered at the thought. 

“Well, I guess I’m glad I crashed your table then,” you smiled, turning to Tyler. For more than one reason, you thought, taking in the sweet laughter lines around his eyes and full lips. You caught yourself staring and forcibly looked away. You weren’t even drunk, but Tyler made your head spin.  

“Anyways, I should go,” you said quickly. You had to remind yourself of the circumstances.  You’d practically mauled Tyler in front of his friends and forced him to get into a brawl in the middle of the bar. And no matter how breathtakingly attractive you found him, there was no denying the fact that this entire situation was awkward and uncomfortable. You cleared your throat. “I’m really sorry for intruding, thank you again.”  

Tyler was still entirely dumbstruck, even as you walked away. It was like his brain couldn’t keep up with whatever the hell just happened. He watched as you disappeared through the crowd of people. 

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Dani spoke up.  

“Huh?” Tyler turns towards them. 

“She was into you, Tyler.”

He wasn’t sure he heard them right. The bar was loud and Tyler’s mind wasn’t working properly tonight, thanks to you and whatever perfume you’d been wearing. 

Lilly nodded her head in agreement, “And if I had to guess by the drool on your chin, I’d say you were into her too.” 

Feeling a little ganged up on, Tyler just stares at his team in disbelief. “I don’t– I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Boone shook his head and chuckled as he walked back towards the pool table. “Man, I have never– in our entire ten years of friendship, seen a girl leave Tyler Owens speechless– this one might be special folks,” Boone chuckled. 

“Go after her, you dummy,” Lilly said. 

“And do what?” Tyler asked. 

Dani scoffed, “Talk to her– invite her back to the table– literally anything but let her just walk away, you idiot.”

Slightly offended, but more motivated, Tyler stood up from the table and finally took the last sip of his beer. It was warm, but he used it as a final attempt at some liquid courage, before striding off after you. The crowd of people was thick, but he was confident that no matter where you were, you’d stand out.  

Sure enough, he spotted you across the bar. You had left your glass on the counter and were currently shifting through your bag, looking for something. Tyler took a deep breath before walking over.  

He called your name, which he was proud to now know, causing you to look up from your things.  

“Tyler, hey,” you said, unable to hide the surprised smile that crept across your face.  

“So that was pretty weird, huh–” Tyler tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but all he did was realize how dry his mouth was. 

You bit your lip, “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make it weird– I just– I was scared. He was so creepy, and you just looked like you’d make a good fake date…” 

Oh my god, what were you saying? You were rambling, like you always did when you were nervous. You took another sip of your drink, wishing it was something stronger. 

But a smirk crept up on Tyler’s face, like he could tell you were floundering. 

“Oh yeah?” His voice was playful. “And how do you think I’d be as a real date?”

Butterflies ran rampant in your stomach as you clenched down on your jaw, trying to play it cool. But it was hard to remain casual when you were pretty sure Tyler was asking you out. 

Your voice was hitched slightly higher than normal when you responded, “I think I’d like to find out sometime.”

Tyler flashed his white teeth in a stunning smile before nodding back towards the table he’d just come from. “How about we start now? I got a hankering for some wings, what do you say I get us a plate to share?”

With no hesitation, you reached for his outstretched hand. 

“Should we eat before or after I kick your ass at pool?” you smiled sweetly. 

[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! HC how you first meet them pt.2

Slashers x f!reader

Includes Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Art The Clown, Stu Macher

Warnings: mentions of murder/violence, some stalking/harassment (not by slashers), ill intentions, pre-relationships, reader is a bit self deprecating, shitty friends

Bubba Sawyer

Of course you’d been dragged on a girls trip, and of course the minute the engine blew in you were shoved from the back seat onto the side of the dusty, gravel road, laughed at and told, “go find a mechanic”

God forbid your so called friends, which now you were rethinking the decision to even be here and with them, chose somewhere to travel where there was actual cell service

So here you now were, standing on an old porch that you weren’t even sure was properly attached to the house barely kept upright and covered in chipped paint

“Hello?”

A few more knocks on the creaky front door echoed out before your patience ran out, turning the handle and finding it to be unlocked

“Uh, hello? If I’m breaking and entering just let me know but this place seems abandoned”

You cupped your mouth and spoke, just to cover all your bases in case you were actually entering someone’s home, although the cobwebbed walls and moth bitten carpet spoke otherwise

“This isn’t creepy at all…”

Wandering aimlessly through the houses threshold, you searched for something that you help back on the road where all your friends were waiting

Or maybe you were just hoping this would buy you time before you had to walk 4 miles back to tell them you came up with nothing, no mechanic, no help

Your eyes glanced across the room, taking in all the items scattered about, some miscellaneous and some meticulously placed

Then your curious gaze landed on an ash tray sitting beside a moldy plate of what looked like some kind of meat

Although the fluffy possibly-poultry wasn’t what alarmed you, the smoke filtering from the end of a half smoked cigarette resting on it did

“Boys, we’ve got a fresh one”

A deep voice hollered, a rough palmed and smelly hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the hale scream that had popped from your lungs due to shock

Before you could even think to fight against the obviously strong body pinned to yours, you were being dragged towards an open basement door and thrown down the narrow, wooden staircase like a rag doll

“Take care of er’ will ya?”

The voice of your captor yelled down from the top step, slamming the door behind himself and surely locking it in the process

Disoriented and nurses a now slight headache, you mustered the energy to prop yourself up, hazy eyes bouncing about the room before they landed on what could only be described as a large, terrifying figure standing a few yards away

He wore a stained and tattered apron, brown stains you were hoping were dirt and not dried old blood

One hand gripped a cleaver, whatever he was chopping up before you entered the basement sat mutilated on a work bench, the stench of iron heavy in the air

Despite all that, the man seemed frozen, staring back at you through the eye holes in a poorly sew together mask

“I didn’t even wanna be here,”

You started before you I could stop yourself

“My so called friends dragged me out of my room a few days ago for a last minute road trip, and of course when one of them decided to bring their fuck ass car without checking it out first, it literally gave up on itself and then I get sent out to look for help but guess what! We’re in the middle of nowhere so I found this house and well it’s your house so that’s just my luck”

The man only blinked, body language clearly taken aback that you weren’t screaming bloody murder

“Just, if you’re gonna kill me, can you at least knock me out first so it doesn’t hurt?”

A loud knock at the door startled the two of you, followed by the man from earlier noisily coming down the stairs

“Why haven’t you taken care of er’ yet bubba?”

The man didn’t yell but he definitely sounded upset by this turn of events

The other man, who you now knew was called Bubba, shuffled awkwardly in his spot, rubbing the back of his head before robotically motioning to you, still sat on the floor

“You like er’ huh?

You watched the exchange quietly, although unable to contain the confusion set on you’d features

“Fine, but she’s yours to deal with, you remember what happened last time we took in a stray”

At that you pointedly turned around, staring up at the man that regarded you in terms like you were a dog

“Well I’m not a stray, technically you kidnapped me-“

Bo Sinclair

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this seemingly abandoned town, one minute you were checking the map for your exit and then you missed it

Now you were here, coming to a stop as you realized you needed gas and weren’t anywhere near the hotel you had booked for the night

You definitely weren’t getting the rooms deposit back

Pulling into an empty parking lot, you pulled your phone from the passenger seat only to come up dry when the cell service was next to nothing

Then, before you could warn your heart not to jump out of your chest, a knock on your side window pulled a startled yelp from your throat

A man, not too old but not young either, stood on the other side of the car door, neutral expression morphing into a cheesy smile when your gaze met his and exchanged a few seconds of awkward, panicked staring

Brows raising in realization that the stranger, while sketchy and probably holstering a gun, could maybe help you figure out where you were and where to go

Opening the creaking door to your vehicle you pocketed your pepper spray just in case before hoping out of your seat and into the chilly night air

“You lost?”

“No, I intentionally ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere”

The man chuckled, albeit seeming taken aback by the brash sarcasm about your current situation

“Well good thing you ran into me, little lady”

The man who still carried about like this predicament was the most normal in the world smiled wider when your face pinched up in confusion, placing an open palm out to you

“I’m Bo, and you are, darlin?”

“Someone who knows not to shake hands with a complete stranger”

“Feisty”

“Oh, I’m getting there”

Despite the night breeze tickling the hairs on the back of your neck, you couldn’t help but enjoy the slight banter you were getting into

Although probably dangerous and wildly crazy to be out so late just walking around, this Bo character as charming, and something about his stare was growing increasingly comforting

“You know people don’t usually show up here, especially at night, all alone”

“But do they at least have gas in their tank? Because that’s already one up on me”

Bo threw his head back, whipping his hat off to push back the hair that fell towards his forehead in the fit of deep chuckles

“I’m normally not too inclined towards outsiders, but if you’d like a room for the night, I’d be happy to oblige little lady”

Art the clown

You strode through an alleyway, hands in your jacket pockets as you made your way back home

It was just your luck that the last night plans your friends picked for Halloween happened to be a party at the house of a guy you don’t even know

Especially your luck when only 20 minutes in you were all already abandoned, you’d ride gone and with it your phone charger

Thus, you nursed a bruised ego in a pirate costume, clutching your phone with one hand even though the battery was lost past dead

“Hey you!”

A distinctly male baritone called out from behind, you sped up not bothering to turn and face whatever stranger wanted a late night chat in the middle of an empty, dark alley

“Well that’s not very nice!”

The man responded to himself, deep chuckle furrowing worry lines between your brows

Just your luck, just your damn luck

Turning the corner to what could be described as more favorable to due the abundance of street lights and open space, the lack of people still has your nerves on overdrive

That was until you nearly ran smack into a body around the corner

Although expecting a gasp in surprise or shout in anger, all you received was a shocked expression, one such as a mime would use

Whoever this man was, was clearly wearing a very intricate costume, clown makeup done to the 9’s and a fully tailored suit to match, with a hefty, tan bag slung over one shoulder

All of your courage of wanting to leave this awful situation, and fear of what would happen if you didn’t took hold, before you knew it you were panicked and leaning forward, watching with just as much curiosity as the clown eyed you

“Listen you don’t know me, but there’s this guy following me and if you could just pretend to be, I don’t know, a friend, I would appreciate it”

The clown seemed to understand immediately, bright grin tossed on his features as the stranger that had previously had your full attention came to a stuttering halt

“Lady, I was talking to you back there”

“Oh! Sorry I just was meeting with someone and well, here they are!”

You laughed nervously, awkwardly leaning into the clown and patting at his shoulder, gazing at the stranger, you saw a look of terror cross his face right as he stumbled back a bit

“Yeah, got it”

And then he was high tailing it back the way he came

Glancing back at the costumed man you stood alone with, you caught how his face held a look of something utterly terrifying before he caught your eye, cheesy grin returning

“Thanks..”

You questioned for his name, grinning softly at the way realization of your ask spread across his face

Hand motions went left and up, down and right, then he paused, pulling the bag from his shoulder to rummage through it, pulling out what could only be described as junk, metal and rusty and junk none the less

Although the way he motioned to the item, placed it in your open palms and played a scene before you, you took to guessing

“Metal?”

“Sculpture…?”

He moved his fingers like a painter would stroke a canvas

“Art?”

That single word had the clown clapping his hands, tucking his body with a faux bow like you’d discovered something only a genius could

Laughing something genuine for the first time that night, you pondered if you should just take your chances and leave for home, or stick around a bit more with this concerning but most definitely interesting person

“So.. what else do you have in that bag?”

Stu Macher

Being the new student in a town where everyone already had friends, or at least those they only socialized with, was difficult

You’d only been here a week or so and you already wanted to move again, alas, that wasn’t exactly up to you

All you could do was hold your head high, and suck up the annoying situation you’d been tossed into

Now, a new school was bad enough, imagine your surprise would you found out there had recently been a string of grisly murders, unsolved and rampaging

Which is why you’d been an outcast since you’d appeared, like they all assumed it must be you, the murders starting, you arriving, it all was too much of a coincidence, despite the fact that it was

“Look at her, I’m telling you that girl gives off crazy”

Off handed comments like those weren’t unusual, yet today, after switching to a new class because of this exact issue, you’d had enough

“I bet she’s the killer”

“Oh yeah? And what’s your evidence?”

The girl gossiping with her friend abruptly stopped her ‘private’ conversation when she heard your quip

“Excuse me?”

You stood, in fact you stood so fast it made the chair screech across the floor, catching the attention of the rest of class

Luckily the teacher had stepped out and you could finally say what you needed without worry of authority looming over

“You know, if I’m supposedly killing students, like you say I am, why so proudly speak about it around me?”

You strode up to her desk, arms crossed with a look of disdain

She seemed taken aback, lips moving like a fish and head bobbing as she glanced between you and her friend

“Well, I-“

“If you really think I’m doing all this, why would you piss me off?”

The girl was at a loss, face paling as you simply said what you needed, before turning and grabbing your bag right as the bell went off, students funneling out behind you

Opening your locker, you startled when a body came crashing into the locker beside yours, arms crossed and looking at you with squinted eyes yet a wide grin

“So you’re the new girl?”

He wasn’t half bad looking, in fact, you found yourself heating up the longer he gazed down at you

He had this odd air about him, like someone holding too many secrets and hiding them far too out in the open, something that only seemed to allure you further

“And a murderer, haven’t you heard?”

You joked, taking out your next classes books before shutting the locker, the look on this guys face was utter curiosity, something you hadn’t received yet while being here

“Of course, just let me know what days you spree so I can avoid staying in”

Not gonna lie to y’all, I was so focused on getting this posted I haven’t spell checked or done a once over, there will and most likely are errors!

[multiversefanfics]

Girl Of My Dreams

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warning: nothing but fluff Summary: You work at a small diner down the street from the compound which Bucky visits often, so often that you remembered his order.

It was another boring night shift at a small diner you work at, outside of town, you leaned against the counter waiting for anyone to show up. It was a slow night and you hoped for any type of human interaction even someone asking for directions, you tapped your fingers on the counter groaning as the cars outside continued to pass by “Hey, Y/N if no one comes, in the next 20 minutes we’re going to close up.” Normally the diner was open 24 hours but on nights like this one, you give some time and then close if no one comes in. You nodded your head and started wiping down tables, you knew no one was coming in so you might as well stay busy for the next 20 minutes. Just as you were wiping down the last table you looked at your watch and saw that there were only 5 minutes left and then you could close. Soon the bell rang above the door you internally groaned but when you turned around you came face to face with a very gorgeous and mysterious man, you smiled over at him and grabbed a menu asking him to follow you to the table. "Can I start you off with something to drink?" He looked at the menu for a bit then asked for coffee you nodded "I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu and I'll be back with your coffee." You smiled sweetly at him and turned to walk away; you watched as he intently looked at the menu trying to decide what he wanted to eat, slowly and gently biting his bottom lip you couldn't help but stare at him, he was gorgeous. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice "I think I'm ready." You strolled over notepad and pen ready he told you his order along with a glass of water. You smiled once more and nodded "Of course, I'll be right back." You walked over to the window and told the cook to make pancakes with eggs and bacon on the side. You took him his coffee and some cream and sugar just in case he wanted it which he didn't use it. Soon his food was done, and you decided to make a cute smiley face with strawberries and blueberries on top of the pancakes and take it over to him. "Enjoy, if you need anything I'll be right over there." He couldn't keep his eyes off of you but still nodded so you knew he understood, you walked over to the bar and sat down, and your manager came over and handed you the keys to the diner "When the last customer leaves lock up for me." You nodded and patiently waited for the man to eat his food you kept looking over periodically not because you were impatient, but because you felt his eyes on you, and you couldn't shake it. You went over to check on him one last time and noticed he only ate half of his food "Do you need a to-go box for the rest of your food?" He nodded and took a sip from his coffee "I'm sorry for staring, you are just really gorgeous." You felt your cheeks heat up, and you couldn't help but smile "I'm sorry was that creepy?" You shook your head "No, it was very sweet." You smiled once more before turning around to get him a box and his receipt. Just then the bell above the door rang you looked behind you and saw a muscly blonde guy along with another muscly dark-haired man "I'm sorry but we're closed." The dark-haired one came up to you holding his hand out “Hi, I’m Sam, we’re just here to get our friend we’ve been looking for him for a while now.” You looked at Sam and it hit you “Wait a minute, are you?” You looked between Sam and the blonde one “Are you the Avengers?” They nodded “It is amazing what you guys do, so you must be Steve Rogers?” His smile was so perfect you could literally see it sparkle “Yes and this is Bucky, I'm sure he was too shy to tell you, his name." You made eye contact with Bucky; it was an odd name, but you liked it for some reason your gaze went back to Steve "Do you guys want some food to go, on the house?" Bucky raised an eyebrow "Didn't the cook leave already?" You nodded and shrugged "I know how to cook." They all shared a look "Actually, we have food at home, maybe next time." You handed Bucky his to-go box and receipt. "Have a good night, guys." They all waved, and you locked the door behind them.

The next couple of nights, Bucky came in at the same time and ordered the same thing each night, to the point where you would have it ready for him when he came in the next night. Tonight, he came in with Sam and Steve and you didn't want to embarrass him, so you pretended not to know his order. "What can I get you guys?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows but then kind of got upset, did you forget about him already? Did you not like him anymore? Which was far from the truth, you were head over heels for him, but you didn't know if he felt the same way, so you ignored all of your feelings and stuck to doing your job. After you collected their orders, you went over to the window to place them. Bucky watched your every move and once it looked like you weren't busy, he got up from the booth and walked over to you. "Y/N what was that about?" You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow "What are you talking about?" He tilted his head at you "Not knowing my order" Your shoulders slumped, and you stood up straight "I didn't know if me knowing your order would embarrass you in front of them and that's the last thing I want to do." Bucky smiled slightly trying not to seem so happy "I like it, don't worry about embarrassing me I do that enough on my own." He winked at you and returned to the table. You brought over their order and went back to where you were sitting waiting until they were done since they were your only customers, when they were done you took the check over and did something really bold in your opinion, you wrote your phone number down on it with a winky face. You sat with your back to them so they wouldn't see the embarrassment on your face if you got rejected. All of a sudden you hear the guys 'oohing' like teenagers, and you can't help but feel a bit embarrassed, but soon you feel a hand on your lower back, you look over and it's Bucky "I'm not really a phone guy, but for you I will try." He patted your back and went on his way. For the past couple of days Bucky has been texting you nonstop, asking how your day was going, if you were hungry, and making sure no one was messing with you. You stopped texting him for a couple hours because you got busy at the diner, just as you were about to text him back and apologize, he walks in the diner looking for you a huge smile spreads across his face when he sees you “I’m sorry to just pop in, I got a little worried when you didn’t text back.” You smiled and poured him a cup of coffee “It’s okay, it got a little crazy in here and I couldn’t text back, but my shift is almost over you wanna do something?” He nodded taking another sip from his coffee “What did you have in mind?” You shrugged and thought for a minute “How about you come back to the compound with me and we can watch movies and talk” You scrunched up your face “Movies and talking don’t really mix” He chuckled slightly and leaned his cheek on his hand “What I meant was, we talk and get to know each other while there’s a movie playing in the background that we are not paying attention to.” You smiled and nodded “Sounds like a plan.”

You finish up your shift and of course, Bucky is there waiting for you. It made you feel safe, and you liked it. You got in your car and Bucky got in his, he was driving in front of you toward the compound since you didn't know where it was. Finally, you two got there, got some snacks, and sat on the couch, you turned toward him "So... tell me about yourself." You start to list things that happened in your life knowing it doesn't even come close to what he had to deal with, the two of you sat there talking and laughing for hours. "Oh, is this your new girlfriend, Bucky?" Her voice laced with sarcasm and hatred even though she doesn't know you. "What is this one, number 75? Don't get too comfortable you won't last long." By now your fists are balled and your teeth are clenched, how dare she say that shit to you "Enough, Sharon." Bucky gritted through his teeth; you picked up your bag and put it over your shoulder. "This was fun, but I think I should go." And just like that you turned and walked out the door and got into your car, you don't remember your drive home but all you know is you got home, and Bucky has been calling and texting non-stop asking if you're okay, instead of responding you just turn your phone off and go to sleep.

Tags: @megamindsecretlair @kandis-mom

Divided Credit: @firefly-graphics

AN: I hope you guys like it, at first there wasn't going to be a part 2 but I tend to ramble so now there's gonna be a part two

Main Masterlist - Bucky Barnes Masterlist - Part 2

[kaciebello]

Us before you and me

Masterlist Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, fem) Summary: Luke and the readers’ relationship before they became a couple. Luke is an absolute loser when it comes to crushes. Warning: no use of y/n, luke is a total looser author note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1,3k

Luke Castellan was 14 when he came to the camp, and he was sad. Not only did he just lose a friend that turned into a tree, but he had to pretend to like his dad.

Now that he was 15, his mind was somewhere else, his friends to be exact. He tried to make friends with everyone. But these two in the Hermes cabin just caught his eye. They argued all the time, it was almost unbearable, and yet they refused to sleep anywhere but next to each other. It has been a few months since they got here, and somehow their banter has extended to him.

So now that he and Chris were watching the Aphrodite girlies, Chris had dragged him out. He was talking about something Luke did not care about. He only started to pay attention when he slapped him. Luke gave him a confused look.

“You're not even looking man,” Cris says.

“Because it's creepy!” Luke argues back. It was creepy, they disguised themself as resting campers next to the Aphrodite cabin. To him, and everyone else, it looked like Cris just discovered what a woman is. Granted, they just turned 15, so he is certain that was the case. Luke couldn't bring himself to care. When he thought about girls only one face came to his mind, and he was not about to confess that to his friend.

“Don't you see them! They look good!” Chri says back. 

“I like someone already.” Chris looks at him with a deadpaned look. Absolute silence. Maybe Luke really should not have said anything. According to Chris, Luke could have anyone in the camp. Even crowing him as the heartthrob of the camp.  Luke tried to move on as fast as he could from this conversation, however, Chris's attention was sparked, and would not let go of the conversation.

They kept going back and forth and none of them noticed a familiar girl come their way.

“ Stop spying on the aphrodite cabin like they are some prey!” She says, effectively tearing them out of their argument.

“ Prey?? What are we? Animas?” Luke was quick to defend himself. He didn't even want to be here.

“ Not you, you raging virgin,”  Chris says and gives him a side-eye. The girl just rolls her eyes. 

“I'm not a virgin!” Luke's voice cracked, not something he wanted to happen while defending his honor. His eyes snap to the girl, hoping that she would believe him. But she looked like she wouldn't even believe he had hair on his head. Luke signs defeat. There is no winning in this. He just has to come to terms with the fact that his crush thinks he's a total loser.

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When Luke turned 16 he realized he wanted to look ripped. And he wanted to get girls, well a specific one but he will not say that aloud. He will tell you he just wants to be a better hero with glory and all that. However Luke was 16, and he had no better idea than to practice in front of his crush.

He was nervous. Sweating. He couldn't tell if it was from the sword fighting or her. She was just sitting down and looking at him. His heart was beating way too fast for his liking. So he was very glad when his opponent called it quits and he could rest.

He went and sat down next to the girl. She smiled and handed him a towel and cold water. He rolled his sleeves up his shoulders to feel some of the cold air. The girl had to do a double-take at him. He could see her in the corner of his eye looking at him. He flexed his arms just a little.

“ Exposing your biceps like that? What a slut.” She says. His eyes widen for a second before he composes himself. He turns to her with a smirk on his face.

“ You like that don't you.”  That stopped her in the tracks. He could practically see the clogs turn in her head.

“Maybe I do.” She says, her eyes fixated on his arms. Luke went red and looked away. He could feel her arm on him as she studied his mussels. He let her arm wander, they were seemingly in their world.  Her arms slip to his chest. He looked down and then back to her.

“ I know my pecs are big but can you stop objectifying me?” The girl stopped in her tracks and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Nah.” With that, she just continued to feel him up. He just let her.

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Luke was 17 when one of his closest friends was claimed by Hades and had to move out of the cabin into a small room above the medical storage unit. He helped her move the stuff, not that she had much but still. When he walked into the room he saw her standing with Chris, who upon seeing him gave him a smirk. Luke sat the bag down and turned around to see Crish walking out giving him a wink.

Luke turned to the girl with a confused look. She just shrugged and thanked him for bringing the bag. He could feel the tension in the air. Luke looked around the room. It wasn't big, but it was something, and first and foremost it was private. Not something he could say about his bed. He looked at the girl again. She was not sporting a black camp shirt instead of an orange one. Fitting for a Hades kid. 

When his eyes got to her face his heart jumped to her throat for a bit. She was looking at him with a sheepish smile. 

“So Chris said-” Right then and there he knew. He knew his friend had said something he shouldn't.

“Don't believe Chris !” He yelped and grabbed her hand. Silently he begged her to forget whatever the boy told her. She raised her eyebrows at him.

“ So you don't get a major ‘love boner’ every time you see me?” A whine leaves Luke's lips.

“Why did he have to put it like that.” He says his voice high-pitched. The girl just let out a laugh.

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Luke was 18 when he confessed. He was 18 when she confessed back. And he was 18 when he kissed his crush of 4 years.  He was 18 now lying in the Hermes cabin looking at the ceiling dreamingly. He could only remember what her hands and lips felt on him. The other 3 boys were taking none of that.

“He's a mess. Like mess mess.” Says Connor looking at his counsellor with a weird look, before turning to his brother who wore a similar expression.

“ Mess in distress but still the best dressed?” Answered Travis. He has been cursed by one of the Apollo kids to say things that rhyme but not really.  It's been going on for a week now with no sign of going away.

“He's definitely not best dressed, I can tell you that.” Says Chris sitting at the foot of Luke's bed cleaning his nails.

Lukes wasn't paying them attention. He finally achieved what he wanted since 15.  He could handle the teasing if it meant he could sneak into her room after calling lights out. One of the twins poked him in the ribs but he just swatted them away.

He could hear them say he was gone, but the only thing he could think about was his girlfriend. 

It was a year later when he was 19 and risked everything.

[indyanapolis898]

Away

mcu!peter parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter wonders why you didn't come over or answer your phone one night, so he decides to talk it out with you in your room.

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Peter slid the window up quietly, climbing onto the ceiling with grace. Dropping onto the floor, he looked around, seeing the room was void of people- one person in particular. His girlfriend, Y/N L/N, should've been in his room. 

"Y/N?" He whispered. No response. 

He invited you for dinner with him and May, yet, you weren't there. He dropped his suit and changed into a crewneck and jeans. 

"May?"

"Oh! Pete, you're back?" May called out from the other room. Her footsteps approached Peter's door. 

"Yup," he pursed his lips into a smile and nodded. 

"I didn't hear you come in. I must've been deep into the movie I was watching. It's a really good action movie I think you'd like, Pete."

"Yeah, I'll see it with you another time. Uh, did Y/N happen to come here already?"

May furrowed her brows as if she was thinking. "Mmm, no. She was supposed to for dinner, right?"

"Yeah. Maybe something got in the way. I-I'll call her." 

"OK, I'll go start on dinner, though."

Peter shut his door, dialing your number. It rang until it hit your voicemail. That worried the high schooler. You usually answered, especially on a night when you two had plans. Except, that was usually- before the past two weeks. You were becoming late to answering texts and calls, but this was the first time you ditched on plans.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his phone and hands on his lap. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how off you'd been acting. 

Did he do something? Did you do something? 

Maybe he was overthinking. He probably was. 

Peter dialed your number once again, listening to it go to voicemail. He shot you a quick text and decided to let the matter rest until you answered. 

He lay on his bed, phone at his side, waiting for a buzz. He'd occasionally hear one, yet it was usually for some dumb app. 

After ten minutes of lying and thinking, a few knocks were heard at his room door. Peter shot up, hoping it was you. You had just been late, and your phone was dead on the way to his apartment, right?

He groaned and deflated when he saw it was just Aunt May.

"Wow. You're happy to see me," May said facetiously with a chuckle. 

"Sorry," Peter shot a guilty smile. "I was hoping it was Y/N."

"Yeah, that's why I'm knocking. She called me and said she wasn't feeling good. Sorry, hun. Update me on how she feels throughout the week."

"Right," Peter nodded. "I will, thanks, May."

"Dinner's ready if you want it."

"I'm actually not very hungry," Peter looked down to the ground. "I'm gonna sleep... long day at school."

"Yeah, get some sleep, sweetie," May nodded with a knowing look, understanding he was upset about you.

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Spider-Man peered through the window, sticking to the side of your building. He supposed he was being quite creepy, but he desperately wanted to talk to you. 

Your blinds were close except for the kink that had always been there. It was mostly dark in your room except for the faint glow of a phone in your bed. He could see your barely illuminated face.

Peter took a deep breath in and knocked lightly at your window. He could see you look up, slightly startled, until you spotted him at the window. 

You looked upset at the sight, reluctantly sliding out of your bed to your window. You unlocked the window, bringing it up.

"Peter!" You hissed in a quieter voice. "What are you doing here?" Your face was red up close, and it looked like you'd been crying.

"I- I mean, you weren't replying to your phone, and you didn't come over, so I-"

"So you came to my apartment while my parents are home, and you're in your suit!" You whisper-yelled. 

"Well- I- yes," Peter answered in disappointment and shame.

"Peter, you can't be here. Please go."

Peter's heart broke at that. "W-why? I don't get it... I do my best to be a good boyfriend. I thought I did enough?"

You broke down into silent tears. Peter climbed into the room and pulled you into a hug- you embraced it. 

"Please, Y/N/N, tell me what's wrong."

"I just-" You say through tears. "My parents say that you barely spend time with me, and they just talk bad about you, and that hurts. A-and the more I thought about it, the more I realized how busy you always are, and the times you aren't out being Spider-Man, you're thinking about Spider-Man work."

"Oh," Peter breathed out. He pulled his mask off, letting it fall to the floor. 

"I'd never agree with any of the bad things they said about you- it's just so hard to have your family bash your boyfriend. Sometimes I wonder if they know best."

"I don't know what they said... but I promise I can do better because you're right, and they're right. I haven't given you my all."

"Don't get me wrong- being Spider-Man is so important, and what you do is incredible. I just can't continue a relationship with two different people- it's taking a toll on me. And as much as it pains me... if we need to break up so you can continue being Spider-Man full time, then it's for the best," you choked up more tears. "But I don't wanna break up, Peter."

Peter felt his throat close up. "I don't wanna break up either. I can't ever quit being Spider-Man, but I can be a better Peter. You deserve more, and I'm so sorry. Give me one more chance, and I promise I'll make more time for you."

You hug him tighter. "I trust you. I don't ever want to guilt you, Peter. I'm sorry for pulling away over the past few weeks. I guess it's just been a lot on my mind."

"It's ok. I should be sorry. And, Y/N/N, if you ever need to tell me something important, I promise you can."

You nod. "I know. I guess I thought you'd be upset if you thought I was trying to make you quit your work or break up."

"I would never think that. We're strong- we can make things work."

You chuckle, breaking away from his embrace to sit on your bed. "I'm exhausted now, but at least I feel better."

"I'm glad I came here. I should go, though." 

You yawned. "No, don't go. Will you sleep next to me?"

Peter grinned. "What about your parents?" 

"Just sneak out before seven."

"Can do," Peter grinned, slipping under the sheets of your bed- wrapping his arms around you as you both drifted off to sleep, knowing things would be okay.

[fanofstuff01]

HERE I AM! Here I am with a little writing of mine!

Before we get started, this AU belongs to @woah-why-i-am-here and they have pretty cool drawings about it. GO CHECK IT OUT!

Considering the show itself is 16+, this is aswell, know it then read this, also it has Valentino.

DEAR TUMBLR! PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN!

A little summary: Adam fell to hell, needed money, and Valentino was the only one hired him. He owned his soul, and it was too late when Adam realized what he agreed to work on. He is one of Valentino’s top whores now. And of course, Adam and Angel met, in fact, more than ‘met’. Their films sure sell a lot. They slowly become friends and Angel convinces Adam to come to the hotel. This is after these happened. Also not shipping Angel x Adam.

ENJOY! (Also since you love holydust @rius-cave , tagging you!)

“And cut!” Valentino said proudly, ending the scene. “One hour break and we’re here till 8!”

Adam panted as he tried to collect his mind. He slowly backed away from the fish demon gal, wore his robes back and got up to go to his dressing room. This was the third demon he was on top of that day, and sure enough she was not gonna be the last. Today was gonna suck. Val was planning to work on eight fucking movies, not to mention six of them were gay and two of them were with Angel. He was glad the one-hour break came.

“Addie~” He heard someone behind him and felt that certain ‘someone’ gripping his shoulders.

Valentino. Awesome. Just who he needed.

He attempted to not show the fear and hatred he felt to his face and mask. Too bad the fucking thing was programmed to show every emotion on his face, and sometimes they didn’t even needed to be on his face, him feeling them was enough. Angel had a -probably true- theory about it, he thought that it was ‘connected’ to his brain when he wore it. Adam was already regretting that he put the “I will only work with a mask” in his contract. He didn’t like the idea of showing his face on films, but this was much worse. He couldn’t fucking took it off till his shift ended!

“Yes, Val?” He asked, trying to avoid the movements he was doing to his chest. Yes, prick? he corrected himself in his brain.

“You were so, so good in the last one, babe” he chuckled.

“Thank you, Valentino.”

“Go ahead. Rest, baby.” He thought he was gonna leave him, but instead, he leaned in and kissed his cheek, completely disgusting the sinner. He didn’t flinch or resist though, he knew what’d happen if he did. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you and Angie on stage together.” he let out another one of his creepy chuckles and finally let the first man go. Adam almost runned to his dressing room, closed the door behind him and threw himself on the couch.

“Fuuck.” He groaned and tried to grab his wine bottle without getting up.

“Adam?” A familiar voice came from outside.

“Door isn’t locked!” He yelled.

“Hey, dickmaster.” A pink spider demon came inside and sat down beside him, tilted his head back and watched as the demon managed to grab the bottle and drank it without standing up, like his life depended on it.

“Y’know you can choke yourself doin’ that, right?”

“Meh, who the fuck cares.” He get up dazedly and looked inside the bottle with one of his eyes.

“I don’t recommend dying on work hours, Val punishes the ones who do.”

“Unholy shit, that actually happened?!” Adam asked, his pupil-les eyes went wide.

“I saw three accidents.” Angel shrugged. “Any left for me?”

“Sorry, I guess that bitch camera guy sneaked up here again and stole my stash.”

“It’s fine. Wanna eat your food? We’re gonna need energy.” Angel asked and took out two containers out of his bag. “I made lasagna yesterday.”

“Oh, you bet I do then.” He smirked and took his own. Angel knew the best ways to make it.

They chatted together until their break ended.

“Adam! Get your ass here or there will be consequences!” A little window appeared in Adam’s mask, almost like a pop-up ad. It was their costume designer. “And bring Angel with you!”

“Fine, fine! Ugh.” He groaned, swiped the page to make it dissapear and get up. “Who’s idea was putting this shit on this again?” He mumbled to himself. “Let’s go cocksucker, we have another job to do.”

HOW IS IT!?

By the way, Adam’s mask in this is practically based on his original mask, a Voxtech product just for Adam. Like Vox’s screen, it’s like a screen-face.

I’ll continue this

[whatdudtheysay]

Foreign meeting (Modern Au)

Summary - Toji should've known better then to indulge in the cute little thing that walked into his club all alone....but he couldn't help it.

Cw - MDNI. Unprotected sex, accidental breeding, hair pulling, drunk sex (I think), creaming, oral sex, fingering, semi public????, pussy slapping

A/n - Heylo everyone, back from my mini break and onto writing again, hope you enjoyyyyy <33

Not proofread.

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Toji knew better.

Well let's actually rephrase that. Toji sometimes knew better. And he should've stayed away as soon as he saw you enter his front doors from where he was seated on his indoor balcony.

The music blaring in his ears subtly zoned out as he stared at you as if you'd put some kind of spell on him. A hypnotizing figure that was hugged by a tight white sleeveless dress, a fluffy shawl around your shoulders along with a handbag over your shoulder whilst your heels added to your height. Your face was lightly caked in makeup and your hair was beautifully done, all of it practically drawing Toji in - As well as his lustful desires that spiked up.

Toji could tell you were a foreigner which only interested him more. A foreigner in one of the most popular clubs in Japan alone? How could he not be interested?

Toji sat up in the chair he was sat in, watching closely as you mindlessly walked around the huge building, slipping in between different people who were dancing or drinking until you finally reached the bar, a relieved look on your face as you ordered something.

Reluctantly, toji made his way downstairs, moving towards the bar just as you sat down on one of the barstools, fishing through your bag once the bartender placed your drink on the counter.

Just as you pulled out your purse to pay Toji made his way beside you, catching the bartender's attention.

"Put all her drinks on my tab and get me another round."

You looked up at him and Toji's eyes immediately went to your plump lips, wanting to lick off the lip gloss you'd applied.

"What, don't think I could pay myself?" You asked, quirking a brow up. Even your voice was sexy and your Japanese was pretty good. Clearly, this wasn't your first rodeo.

"Well, just wanted to treat you. I can't do that for a pretty girl?"

You scrunched your nose slightly, making it obvious you didn't believe him.

"Well, I appreciate it," you hummed, bringing the glass up to your lips to take a light sip.

Toji's eyes raked over you, lightly biting his bottom lip before moving back to your face once you finished taking a few sips.

"So, are you gonna tell me your name? Or are you gonna keep staring?" You smiled, resting your elbows against the bar.

Toji smirked at this, pondering slightly at the fact that you really didn't know who he was.

"Toji. And yours pretty girl?" He hummed.

"Y/n.." you answered, taking another sip of your drink. Toji nodded thoughtfully before deciding to push his luck with you.

"So, tell me...what's a pretty thing like you here by yourself?" He asked, glancing briefly at the bartender who served up another round.

"Totally not creepy, but I was bored. My friend and I came here for the summer but since she's meeting her boyfriend tonight, I decided to come out here." You shrugged.

It was the honest truth. Your friend, kugisaki, was so excited to come back to her home and meet her man so much that she had forgotten to tell you. Since you didn't want to stay home alone, you decided to enjoy the Japanese nightlife.

"I see...well, maybe it's a good thing you came...plus, it's been hard for me to take my eyes offa' ya." He spoke lowly.

You blushed slightly. It's not that you weren't used to being hit on. Guys and girls complimented you all the time...but this man - Toji - felt different....something about him.

"what? You're trying to get lucky?" You asked.

"Not unless you're tryna do the same." He replied swiftly.

You lightly gnawed on the inside of your cheek, taking a long sip of your fruity drink so you could try and think of what to say. He wasn't bad looking - far from it actually - but you weren't sure. You just got into Japan and you were going to fuck some hot stranger? Plus, you couldn't take him back to kugisaki's. You'd die of embarrassment if you met her boyfriend for the first time while being pounded by a random guy.

Sadly, you finished your drink and you hesitantly put it back onto the bar table.

"Hmm, depends..." You sighed.

"on?"

"well... Do you eat pussy?"

And that was how you found yourself in the backseat of Toji's sleek black Mercedes Benz GLE as he had flexed before slapping your ass and telling you to get inside the back.

You were a whimpering mess as he slid two thick fingers into your aching pussy, skimpy panties pushed to the side and your clit throbbing at the feeling of his cold chunky gold rings that made contact anytime his fingers bottomed out in your needy cunt.

Thank goodness he had tinted windows.

"To-ji-!" You whimpered, back arching off the seat while he just smirked almost evilly.

You were beginning to love and hate that devilish smirk.

"what's wrong? Can't take just two fingers?" He asked tauntingly.

He was speaking as if he had small hands. They were fucking huge. His fingers were stretching you more than your own could. It felt amazing that they could hit that plush spot deep inside you. You were reeling.

"I'm gonna cumm-" you whined loudly, nails scratching at the leather seats.

"really? Fuck, let it out then." He groaned, his cock basically wanting to jump out of his pants at the sight of you whimpering and whining from his ministrations.

He didn't have to beg or tell you twice. You moaned his name needily as you creamed around his fingers, your juices spilling onto his leather seats, your eyes squeezing shut as all the oxygen in your lungs basically dissipated.

"fuck. What a messy cunt." He huffed, moving his fingers faster until almost all of his palm was soaked with your juices, a white ring around the base of his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, causing your breath to hitch, your hole gaping, already missing the feeling of being full.

You gasped breathlessly when he suddenly forced his fingers past your lips, causing you to suckle on his fingers. A whimper escaped you as you made eye contact with him, your tongue moving faster to clean up his soaked fingers.

When he was satisfied, he slowly removed them, causing a lewd pop to resonate through the now very steamy car.

"shit...didn't know you'd be this slutty." He mumbled.

You were about to retort but then you noticed the thick bulge in his pants. Fuck....it was big alright. You could tell.

"What? You want it? I haven't even had a chance to taste this messy pussy." He frowned, lightly slapping your clit which finally broke the trance you were in.

He had you dick-notized

"No time...I....I want it inside me." You told him in the most needy and slutty voice you had ever spoken in.

You couldn't believe you were in this state. You weren't even tipsy so blaming this on alcohol wasn't an option.

"Well, you better buckle up." He chuckled, peeling his belt off painfully slow.

You watched eagerly as he undid the zipper. When he finally fished it out of his pants, your jaw dropped slightly.

You really weren't wrong. It was thick...long...and had the prettiest flush of crimson on the tip, a thick nest of black curls at the base, a shiny bead of pre pooling at the base.

Quickly, you swallowed the saliva building on your now heavy tongue.

You can't tap out yet...plus, it'd be a waste. This was the biggest you've ever been with.

"Scared?" Toji eventually asked. "You've been staring for a while."

"Of course I'm not scared! I'm just...mentally preparing myself." You defended weakly, still too dizzy from his earlier assault on your poor pussy that was leaking even more slick on his leather seats that he'd have to replace after this.

"Hurry up then. Ain't gonna suck itself."

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as you finally gripped the base, your thumb swiping at the precum at his tip before spreading it over his cock, earning yourself a deep groan that had your pussy throbbing even more.

Before he could complain about your slow pace again, you finally let your tongue lick a thick stripe against the underside of his cock, his eyes darkening with even more lust. Finally, you got to the tip and let the flushed head enter your mouth, swallowing him down halfway.

This definitely wasn't your first rodeo either but damn, toji was thicker at the base. Your eyes were watering while you tried your hardest not to gag, the salty taste of him overwhelming your senses.

"fuck, just like that. Shit..." Toji grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head.

You snaked a hand between your thighs, whimpering as you rubbed your needy clit. Toji noticed and smirked.

"gettin'- fuck...getting horny just from sucking dick? Picked up a nice whore for myself tonight." He grunted.

You wanted to retort but your mouth was too full of Toji's cock to even make any noises besides moans and whimpers. So, you sucked harder, your free hand moving to rub what you couldn't reach, the slobber of saliva you'd made making a good source of lube.

It worked in your favour since Toji's head fell back against the headrest, his eyes clamping shut as he let out another deep groan, followed by a few curse words even you didn't know in Japanese.

You were working him good. He'd never gotten head this good. He was thrusting up into your mouth slightly and by how needy he was, he was close.

But he was Toji fucking Fushiguro. He didn't cum from head unless it was a quickie situation. Plus, it had been less than 4 minutes! It would hurt his pride.

So, when he looked down and saw you looking up at him, lips wet, eyes hazy and those cheeks flushed before you moved your mouth away to slap his tip against your tongue, he knew he had to take action before he exploded all over your face.

He pried you off and you whimpered despite your throat aching. You couldn't even take him to the base yet.

Before you could even pout, he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, his cock resting against your ass before he began tugging that fluffy shawl off of you and pulling the front of your dress down.

"Hey— ah!" You moaned as he began sucking and tugging on your nipples.

Toji ignored you, sucking more while his free hand moved between you both, lining his cock up against your slit.

"Gonna fuck the lights out of you, doll." He groaned deeply against your chest, already sliding you down on his cock slowly.

You felt your brain slowly melting as your eyes widened. He was so thick. It was stretching you out deliciously but it was so overwhelming.

"To....toji!" You cried aloud. Fuck, it really was something else.

You weren't even halfway.

He rubbed your hips as he slowly slid you further.

And further

And further

Anddddd further

Andddddddd further

Until you finally reached somewhat of the base.

You felt as if your lungs were being punctured. You could barely breathe and his evil ass smirk wasn't helping out either.

"Fuck youu-" you sniffled as you lightly rocked your hips, trying to get used to having little to no air.

It was so humid in the car that it was making you dizzy paired with the lack of oxygen.

"What? You seem to love sitting on my cock." He smirked, thrusting up into you.

All coherent thoughts left once again as he pushed directly against your g-spot.

Game over.

You didn't even know you were this close because it was a shock to even you when you moaned loudly, creaming all over his cock.

"shit. That easy?" Toji groaned, watching as your cum sheathed his throbbing cock. "C'mon, pretty girl. I wanna see these tits bounce."

You could barely even respond, tongue slightly lolling out as your back arched, your clit throbbing more.

You wanted to just go limp but you shrieked when Toji pinched and slapped your clit, making you sit up.

"C'mon, doll. Ride me." He ordered.

Despite having little to no strength, his command made you literally hop to it. You began to bounce slightly, mewling and whining as he rubbed your oversensitive bud.

It felt like torture. The good kind.

Soon enough, you found a good rhythm, moving one hand to hold his shoulder while the other held the headrest of the front seat that was currently behind you.

"Toji— so deeep! Can't -" you cried, biting your lower lip as Toji began to lightly thrust under you.

"you can take it." He assured, giving you some help by holding your hips, guiding your movements.

But Toji was also struggling. You were so hot, so tight. The way you had gripped him when he came - fuck. He had to hold back a mountain just so he didn't cum.

Luckily you hadn't seen how he was desperately gripping the side of his seat.

You were too sexy right now. That fucked out face, those plush tits that swayed as you moved. Shit.

He didn't want this to-

*Ringgggg*

You both paused in your movements and you glanced at your purse. Your phone.

Toji reached over slightly and helped you grab it, his dick somehow reaching even impossibly deeper.

You were about to say ignore it but then you caught a glimpse of kugisaki's name.

"shit-" you mumbled.

She was probably home and wondering where the hell you were.

You quickly answered and toji let out an annoyed huff. He was literally balls deep in this amazing pussy and now you were casually talking to a friend?

"Oh? Uhm...I just went out to a nearby club, y'know me." You giggled slightly, ignoring Toji's steely glare.

"ah, the name? Uhm....I thinkkkk it's called the royale? Huh? You wanna get me? No— AH—"

You covered your mouth when you suddenly moaned. You looked at toji who was nonchalantly rolling his hips up into you, his hands moving you along with the rhythm. Worst of all was that your clit was basically grinding against him, his pubes tickling you.

"Huh? No no! I just.... accidentally spilled some vodka on me-" you grit out, trying not to moan again.

It was almost impossible. Toji began bouncing you up and down more and more and more. Fuck..

You were literally on the phone getting fucked. How could this get worse?

"I'm fine 'kugi! Pro-m...ise-" you whimpered quietly, face flushed even more as Toji began picking up the pace.

You were just hoping she couldn't hear the lewd and slick combination of your cream and Toji's pre whenever he pushed you back down on his cock.

"Huuh? Your boyfriend -?" You gasped, nails digging into Toji's shoulder as he began to rub your clit, clearly not giving a fuck if your friend heard.

In fact, he wanted to see you cum while on the phone. Fuck, that turned him on all the more.

"ah, uhm...shitttt-" you sighed, your hips beginning to rock against Toji's as you felt your high coming along. You couldn't believe this-

"maybe tomorrow kugi- I- ah!" You moaned loudly again when Toji suddenly took your nipple into his mouth, lightly biting.

"oh— nothing! I- shit...just...just dropped my purse—" you whimpered, trying to answer all of kugisaki's confused questions on the other line.

Shit. You were gonna cum. He was gonna make you cum while your closest friend listened.

You were grateful as she began rambling about what she and her boyfriend did, allowing your phone to slip out of your hand and onto the seat next to you

Toji let his hands move to your ass, sinking his fingers in greedily while he bounced you even harder on his cock.

You let out breathy moans, the eye contact between you two way too intimate for a casual fuck.

"t-Tojii. I'm gonna -" you whispered needily.

But you didn't even need to tell him. The way your pussy clamped and almost suffocated his cock told him.

And he was just thankful since he couldn't hold back his nut this long.

It didn't take long before you felt that burst of pleasure practically blind your vision, your back arching in pure bliss as your body jerked. Thank fuck Toji used his hand to cover your mouth, biting down hard on his own lower lip to hide his groans as he basically exploded deep inside your welcoming pussy.

You barely registered your friend wrapping up the story and telling you she'd be expecting you home soon.

Toji luckily did and pinched you on the ass, causing you to let out an exhausted "I'll see you then." Which luckily sufficed as your friend hung up.

You glanced between you both, noticing the sticky mess that had began to leak out of your thoroughly used cunt, further staining the seats and Toji's expensive suit.

But he couldn't care less. Fuck, he was just as dazed as you are. He'd never cum that hard.

"I...I can't feel my legs." You managed to stutter.

He laughed tiredly, eyes lightly fluttering shut as he softened inside you.

There was a long pause, filled with you both panting and trying to get oxygen back into your lungs.

"how long you in Japan?" Toji finally asked.

"two.... Months..." You murmured, finally feeling the uncomfortable stickiness of sweat and the smell of sex.

"Nice." He mumbled, picking up your phone.

"what're you doing?" You asked curiously, too tired to try and take your phone back.

"putting my number in."

"why?"

"I just filled you up to the brim with my cum. A number ain't too big, no?"

He had you there.

You watched as he finished up before putting it to the side.

You guys stared at each other for a few more moments before Toji mustered a smirk.

"round 2?"

Yeah... This trip was going to get a lot more interesting.

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Thanks so much for reading. So so so sorry for my long ass break, genuinely was just depressed + focusing on other shit. I'll try to write more if ppl want it. <3

[coneyislandbabey]

crossed wires. -> w. rojas

WARNINGS: profanities (as usual), mutual jealousy, idiots

SYNOPSIS: A night of complicated feelings and jealousy lead to a revelation between you and warren. (based on this ask). word count: 1,527

Billy and Camila’s housewarming party was well underway by the time you arrived. You had lost track of time, swearing to Warren and Eddie when they’d left that you’d be right behind them, and then another hour of you reworking notes in your notebook had gone by without you even realizing. The sun was fully set, and the warm glow of the yellow lights through the windows and faint party sounds you could hear even from the street were incredibly inviting. You straightened your floral dress, which had gotten twisted on the ride over, and grabbed your gift– a few bottles of champagne for the party– from the back seat, heading inside. 

“(y/n)! Finally!” Camila shouted, spotting you as soon as you opened the door and coming over with her arms spread wide for a hug. Laughing, you squeezed her tightly, before presenting the champagne to her. 

“The house is beautiful, Cami, and so’s the party,” you said earnestly. 

“Thank you, and thank you for this,” she grinned, holding up the bottles you’d given her. “I think the guys are outside, if you’re looking for them.” 

You nodded and left her there to greet a guest that had come in behind you, winding your way through the crowded house toward the yard. You had to say, Camila had outdone herself. The lanterns hanging from the low tree limbs outside, the beautifully patterned cloths covering the little tables, all of it was magical. You warmed at the thought of your best friend making this place her own, making it so wonderful for her daughter to grow up in. 

You found yourself a drink and idled in place for a moment, looking for someone that you recognized– or, rather, recognized and liked enough to want to talk to. Unfortunately, a lot of the guys in the music scene were just creepy, and a lot of the girls were there trying to scout out a rock star to makeout with. Finally, you spotted Warren’s familiar head of hair on the other side of the yard. You were about to make your way towards him, but then you caught sight of the rest of the scene: a blonde you didn’t recognize wearing a micro skirt and go-go boots was standing in front of him, close enough that their noses were almost touching. She had a hand on one of Warren’s shoulders, and as you watched, she tossed her head back, laughing flirtatiously. You fought against the way the scene made you feel sick by taking a large swig of your drink, and turning on your heel, walking back the way you came. 

In all honesty, you didn’t know why it bothered you. It wasn’t like Warren was anywhere near celibate– neither were you, for that matter– and you’d seen him with groupies plenty of times before. Especially recently; as his style got more out there, more rock staresque, more and more groupies came looking for him after shows. And usually, you didn’t mind. Really. Sure, every once in a while seeing him disappear with a groupie after a show snagged strangely in your chest, but you didn’t feel like trying to work out what that meant. 

You walked around toward the front of the house until you felt a more secluded spot and sat down, sullenly nursing your drink. Suddenly, you didn’t feel much like partying anymore, and that in of itself made you mad. You didn’t even want to think about the why you didn’t feel like partying anymore. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was over here,” a voice sounded from behind you and you turned to see a man you didn’t recognize had come around the front of the house as well. He wore tight jeans and an equally tight t-shirt, with a mess of longish, unruly blonde hair on his head. Probably a member of a band you didn’t recognize. When you didn’t speak, he did so again. “Are you okay?” 

“Me? Oh, I’m fine,” you said, knocking back the last of your drink. “You can stay, if you want. Not like I own the place.” 

“Okay,” he said quietly, meandering over and sitting near you, but not near enough to be creepy. 

“You’re part of the band, right? The Six?” he asked eventually. 

You nodded, and stuck a hand out for him to shake. “(y/n) (l/n), nice to meet ya.” 

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he grinned. “Danny Whalen. Drummer for Dingbatz.” 

Drummer. Of fucking course. You sighed to yourself, thinking maybe the drink you’d had was a lot stronger than you first thought, because your brain was telling you it was a very good idea to bring Danny inside the house and go find an empty room. 

***

You fumbled, knocking into a piece of furniture, lips still locked on Danny’s. Neither of you had bothered to turn a light on when you found the unoccupied room. You tried to lose yourself in the feel of his hands all over you, of your mouth slanted over his own. He was attractive, surely; maybe not exactly your type, but the type that you had to be blind to not realize how hot he was. And when you flirted with him, there was that immediate receptive smile. He wanted you. He wanted you, and you wanted that to be enough. For now, at least, it needed to be enough. 

When it was over, Danny straightened his jacket and left the room with a simple ‘bye’. You took an extra few seconds to fix your hair a bit, to right your dress, and then walked out after him. The hall was empty, save for the only person you didn’t want to see at that moment. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Warren asked, gesturing vaguely behind him, where you assumed Danny had disappeared to. “You let the fucking drummer of Dingbatz–?” 

“So what if I did?” you asked defensively, eyes narrowing at the man in front of you. 

Warren scoffed, wiped a hand over his mouth. “Unbelievable.” With that, he turned and walked away. 

Instantaneously, rage bubbled up in your chest, and you began stomping after him. What kind of fucking audacity did he have, judging you for who you decided to get with, with the way he conducted himself? The idea of his judgment was so ridiculous that you would’ve laughed if you weren’t so infuriated. 

You weren’t able to catch up with Warren until he was out the front door, and on the street. 

“Warren!” You yelled, trotting down the stairs after him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

He turned as you met him in the street, and whatever judgment and anger had been written on his face minutes ago was gone. He rested his hands on his hips, posture tense, like he was wound to to turn and get the hell out of there at any moment. “Nothing, man. Nothing’s wrong with me.”

“Then what the fuck was that?” you asked, arm gesturing back in the direction of the house. “You have no right to judge me for anything like that, Warren. Not when you carry on the way you do. Is it ‘cause I’m a woman? Huh? You think I shouldn’t be allowed to do what I want?” 

“What? No!” Warren shouted, eyes wide with surprise at your outburst. “It’s not like that, man, okay? Can we just forget that happened?” 

“No, I don’t think so,” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. “I want to know what you meant, you’re supposed to be–” 

The end of your sentence was swallowed up by Warren surging forward and pressing his lips to yours, hands grasping either side of your face. You stood for a moment, shocked, unmoving, arms dropping to your side. What the fuck even is this night? Just as it seemed Warren was rethinking his action and about to pull away, you grabbed both of his wrists, keeping his hands in place as you kissed him back. 

When you finally did pull away, breathless, you kept your hands on his wrists, kept his hands on your face.

“Now what was that?” you asked, arching an eyebrow. 

“Something I’ve wanted to do since I met you,” Warren responded. His voice had gone all soft in a way you had never heard before, and it was doing funny things to your heart. 

“Aw, Warren,” you said, voice taking on a teasing tone as things clicked together for you. “Were you jealous before?” 

You had to hold in your laughter at the way his cheeks immediately reddened. 

“So what if I was?” he shrugged, mirroring your earlier words. 

“You’re such a fool,” you laughed, shaking your head, a grin working its way onto your face. 

“Yeah, a fool for you, mama,” Warren retorted cheekily. 

“For the record, you could’ve had me the first day we met, if you tried,” you told him nonchalantly. 

“Are you serious?” Warren asked, his face dropping as you nodded. He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. “God, don’t tell me that. All the wasted time…” 

“Well, kiss me again and start making up for it!” 

taglist: @eonnyx

[hollowbutcanlove]

meeting another you pt II

yoru x civilian!reader

warnings: shooting, foul language.

It's a rainy day in a small Japanese town. You wanted to go grocery shopping that day, but you decided to stay home. You didn't want to carry bags of food in this weather. And your boyfriend is on a long business trip again, which made you sad. You see each other at least once every few days, but that's not enough for you. Yoru's ability to teleport surprised you at first, and then even pleased you - you won't have to spend money and time on traveling.

There's a knock on the door, and you're alarmed. You weren't expecting guests today.

Quietly you walk to the door and look through the peephole. There you see someone you didn't expect to see at all. Yoru. He's so excited he's tapping his foot impatiently on the threshold and keeping his hands in his pockets. A smile appears on your face - did he decide to surprise you? Why didn't he just teleport behind your back and scare you like he usually does? You open the door.

"Y/N..." - there's a sort of wistfulness in his voice. - "I miss you so much."

"We haven't seen each other for a while, silly," - you smile and spread your arms out for a hug. Not to say you didn't miss him as much as he did, but you had to tease him.

He hugs you eagerly, so tightly that it's hard for you to breathe. He rests his head against your neck and breathes in your scent, and then his grip loosens.

" I missed you so much,"- he breathes out. -" I finally found you."

You stare at him in incomprehension. Why would you look for you when you're practically always in the same place? Did you hit your head on your traveling missions?

"I knew it," - came another voice from inside the house. Yoru's voice. -" I told Brimstone I'd better keep you close."

"Yoru?" - You looked at one guy and the other in confusion. - "Is this some kind of clone joke of yours? It's not really funny. It's kind of creepy. "

His clones didn't usually make sounds or do anything intelligent.

"Y/n, it's an fucking impostor, don't believe him," -said the one next to you.

" I'm the fucking impostor? Bitch, I'm gonna rip you to shreds."

" I won't let you take her this time,"- one of them hissed, but you were already confused.

You were dizzy with incomprehension, and you jerked back as the two men suddenly started shooting. You shrieked and hid behind the nearest bollard. The cursing, gunshots, and sounds of horror continued for another five minutes, until a few more men ran into the house. There was the sound of a teleport.

"He's gone," - said a muffled male voice.

" I'm going to get him and beat the shit out of him."

"No need, Yoru. Let's worry about your lady. She is now.... she's in deep shock. "

"Shit..." - Yoru exhaled and turned towards you. - "Come out, sunshine. It's all over."

But you didn't budge. You were still very scared and trembling. Your heart was racing and you were breathing fast and fast.

"Sunshine? "- He sat down next to you and you flinched in surprise. - "It's me. I'm real. We're going somewhere now, and I'll pick up your things later. Where's Mia? "

"She was supposed to be on the second floor," -you got up from the floor on shaky legs, and the guy immediately disappeared, and a few seconds later he appeared with a cat in his hands and handed it to you.

There was an adult bearded man and a younger dark-skinned man standing next to the door. You looked at all three of them in confusion, clutching Mia tightly.

"I'll explain later, but now hurry up and get out of here if you don't want this to happen again after a while," - Yoru said, and you strode out into the courtyard where the unfamiliar van was parked. It looked like you had a lot to learn.

[alex-journal]

Creep (Sanji Version)

Click for Zoro [x] Luffy [x] Law [x] Kid [x] Click for Ao3 here [x] Summary: One night, the crew decided to visit a local bar to drink and party. But beside music, booze and food, y/n meets a creepy dude with too much confident. Luckily, Sanji is there to safe the night.

Pronouns: he/him

cw: creepy dude, unwanted flirt, -----

It was the first night on a new Island and the crew decided to go to a bar, meet new people, party and let off some steam. Sanji's eyes immediately scanned the bar. He noticed a few people sitting and laughing, but he didn't see anyone who caught his attention. Yes, there were some cute girls, but they either seem to be there with another man or a group of friends. Nothing he wanted to join - for now at least.

As the night went on, the alcohol started flowing, more and more people joint, people started dancing and singing. The Straw Hat Crew knew how to party, and the Town bar was their Stage for tonight. Luffy, Chopper and Usopp were dancing on a table in the center of the bar, while Franky and Brook on the other hand had taken it upon them to fill the air with music. Zoro arm wrestled a few men who thought they were strong enough to defeat him, while Nami took the money off them for trying and took care of the betting pot. Sanji sat at a table with Robin, talking, flirting and drinking. His gaze wandered over the bar, making sure no one bothers his beloved Nami or the boys starting some big nonsense ot troubles.

At first, he thought y/n was in a normal conversation with one of the townspeople, and he didn’t bat an eye. Only when he looked over the second time did he notice how different y/n seemed. It was just the way y/n carried himself -- intense, Stoic, and unapproachable, the look on y/n's face he felt like something wasn’t right. It was clear, that he was getting hit on by someone, and Sanji could tell that this wasn't making y/n feel good at all. When their eyes met, Sanji asked with a guest if he was alright. The way y/n expression looked even more anguished was enough for Sanji to step in. He didn't need any more convincing. He stood up and walked over to y/n to take care of his problem.

Sanji approached them, putting a hand on y/n shoulder. “Hey y/n, why don’t you come over.” “Can't you see you're interrupting us, Blondie. Go get lost.” The person didn’t seem to take the hint, still trying to pursue y/n, ignoring the glare Sanji gave him. Sanji’s eyes simmering in anger. 

“I think it is time for you to get lost” the tone ins Sanji’s voice was a clear warning and y/n was worried that he was the reason a fight would break out and bring everyone trouble. They just came in, and y/n didn’t know how long the Log Pose would take to get them to the next Island. “Sanji, let’s go outside. I would love to have a cigarette..”

With a confused look on his face, Sanji nodded and followed y/n outside. y/n hated it when Sanji smoked, so it was clearly a lie, but who would he be, to out his friend's white lie in front of a creep. The second the door closed behind them, y/n was visibly relieved. “Are you okay?” Even tho Sanji tried to hide it, y/n heard how worried the cook was. “I am now, thanks..” y/n smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Do you want to go back to the Sunny? I had enough party, so we can go back, and I make us a tea and sandwiches.” He tried to make y/n feel comfortable to leave the party without feeling guilty or anything. But y/n shook his had no. “It is okay, give me two more minutes, and I am back ready for a party.” Sanji made sure that y/n was okay. The cold air and Sanji’s words calmed y/n nerves down. The Blond talked about the night sky, how he is sure that Luffy will have eaten everything the bar had at the end of the night. Small things that made y/n think about all the good things the night had to offer, and not a creepy dude. The rest of the crew waited for them, and even tho nobody said anything about what happened. In their own way, they made sure y/n was okay, after Sanji had led him back inside and  to the Straw hat's table. Zoro gave y/n a beer, Luffy offered him some of his food, and Usopp told him a story y/n didn’t hear before and was most likely a lie. Sanji sat beside y/n looking after him, making sure he wouldn’t feel this unease again.  As they were back on the Sunny and everyone went to bed, y/n hold Sanji back.

“I wanted to thank you, Sanji”

“Don’t worry about it. If someone ever creeps you out again, I kick them down in no time.” The blonde smiled bright, patting y/n on the shoulder before going into the kitchen, to make some tea.

[iseedeadpeople47]

Something In Common - Pt. 1

Pairing- Klaus Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary- In which a girl breaks into an abandoned house, only to find it very much not abandoned.

Warnings- none yet

Author- I hope you enjoy the start to my story. It’s my first time writing so if I make any mistakes I’m sorry. Love this guy and his ghosty.

It was a stormy night, the rain falling so heavily that nothing else could be heard. The large house in front of me was dark, the greenery climbing the walls. Abandoned for some time, the hope that brought me here was slowly fading. The floorboards creaked walking up the stairs and, taking a breath to calm myself, I made my way over to the window. Wiping away the dust I tried to peer inside but the darkness made it difficult to make out what was inside. I could vaguely see covered furniture and large paintings. The long drive exhausted me and I knew I had two options: sleeping in my car in the middle of nowhere or trying to get inside the creepy abandoned house. Feeling my rain-soaked clothes, staying indoors seemed like the better option. It might be haunted but at least I could use one of those sheets to warm myself. Walking back to the front entrance I tried the door, it was unlocked but took some shoving to finally open. Shivering, I slowly made my way inside. The house was quiet besides the now soft patterning of rain. “Hello?” I yelled “If someone is here please don’t shoot me. I’m not robbing you, I promise.” Right, I cringed, like that would convince someone I’m not a criminal. When I was met with silence, I made my way over to the covered couch.

Klaus was in a dark concrete mosalum, he was covering his ears but the screams broke through. All of the tortured souls surrounding him were angry that he was alive and they were not. His dad would be back in just a few more hours. Just a little bit longer to endure and he would be taken back home. Just a few more hours. “Klaus” they yelled and he could feel their unnatural coldness surrounding him “KLAUS”. At that, he bolted up in his bed gasping for air. Taking a moment to adjust, he realized it was a ghost yelling his name, but not from inside a crypt. “Alright alright I’m awake. You know,” Klaus yawned, “Just because you don’t sleep, doesn’t mean you get to wake me when you’re bored.” Ben stood with his arms crossed, obviously annoyed by the man who was now curling back up in his blanket. “Someone’s here” Ben finally said. Klaus opened up his eyes again, “Yeah and he’s a pain in my ass who won’t let me sleep”. “No, Klaus, someone else is in the house” At this, Klaus rolled off the bed and started to search for his robe. Ben stood by the door, “I told you the cult would find you, you never listen to me.” Tying his robe Klaus dramatically turned to the door, “Yes well with how much you talk it feels like having the radio on constantly, I can hear it but I'm not listening” Ben glared, watching Klaus make his way over to the living room but not following.

Wrapping myself in the sheet, I began to look at the room. Just like the outside, the furniture had not been touched in some time. It was a beautiful home and just needed some care to return to its former state. The paintings were interesting, whoever bought them loved nature. One, however, was different from the others. It was a large oil painting of a man, the same as the flier I was given. “If you’re searching for the rest of destiny’s children, they’re not here” I practically jumped at the voice, turning to see where it came from. A tall long haired man was making his way over to the couch. He sat down looking up at the painting with an exhausted expression. “I’m not here to join, uh, whatever it is you lead,” I said “I’m here looking for Klaus Hargreeves”. “Yes yes, well I don’t do the whole” he waved his hands around his face “leading thing anymore so you’re not looking for me. You should try looking in San Francisco, they might have moved on to a new city by now but you can at least enjoy the food there while you search. There is this small hole in the wall bar that-” “I’m not looking for your cult Klaus, I’m trying to find your brother” At this he paused to look at me, confusion taking over his face. “Well you’ll need to be more specific, I have a lot of brothers” he said, looking to the other side of the room. I’m beginning to think this guy isn’t listening to me. Growing frustrated, I quickly made my way over to him. Grabbing his hand and pulling up his sleeve, I found what I was looking for, a small tattoo of an umbrella. I felt a soft buzzing feeling in my head, not painful but unnatural. I felt him remove his hand from my grip and realized I had been closing my eyes, wincing. “You alright there?” Klaus said tentatively. I quickly pulled myself together, “Your brother Five, where is he?” For a moment we stared at each other. “Oh well you know he’s a busy guy, saving the world and all that. Dropped us here a year ago and never came back.” He got up walking over to the fireplace. “Might be back but… well the last time he decided to play around with time he was gone for 16 years.” He sighed, starting to toss wood inside. I couldn’t move, the reality of what he was saying sinking in. He was abandoned just like Five had abandoned me.

“Klaus come on focus, this girl could be dangerous”. I nearly screamed turning around to the owner of the voice. I didn’t hear the other boy enter the room, he was now staring at me with a confused look. “I’m not dangerous” I said, offended. He looked like a deer in headlights, looking between Klaus and me. The energy in the room had shifted, and I felt all of the attention on me. The boy in the leather jacket turned to Klaus, “Are you summoning me?” Klaus held up his palms, “Nope, can't, since I’m so tired from someone waking me up in the middle of the night.” I’m tired too and losing patience with these two. I turn back to Klaus, who is trying to light the fire. “Please, is there any way you can find Five, he sent me here and he needs to take me back.” Klaus gleefully clapped as the fire finally started, getting up and giving me his full attention. “What do you mean ‘sent you here’?” I walked over to the side table where I had set my bag. I started digging inside, finally pulling out a newspaper. “This is from the day I met five, the same day he used his power to send me back in time.” I handed Klaus the paper, and the other boy stood next to him reading the headline ‘The Umbrella Academy celebrates 12 years of service’. Klaus hands the paper back to me and starts to walk away, “Sorry, you found the only brother they wouldn’t even realize was missing”. That’s it? Are you kidding me? Scoffing, I turned back to the other boy “Is he always like this?” His annoyed expression turned back into the shock I saw earlier, and he walked towards me with a finger pointed. “You CAN see me” he said. “Yeah I can see you, I’m not blind” I pulled the sheet tighter around me, the warmth of the fire barely heating the large room. Klaus had paused his exit, staring back at me. Standing in the dark room, lit only by firelight, he looked like a painting. Not like the one hanging on the wall, but a Renaissance painting. No canvas could capture how beautiful his eyes are, I thought, every hue of green and gold shines even in the dark. Klaus shuffled closer again, pointing between us, “You can see the dead?” That was the last thing I expected him to say. “Uh, no I definitely can’t” At this he gave an amused laugh “Well you are now”.

[moodybluezzz]

Sleepover - Rohan Kishibe x Reader

[Content: SFW, fluff, gender neutral Y/N, warning for description of nightmares/night terrors, fear, and Kira being creepy]

[Word count: 2.7k]

How did I end up here? Standing on a mangaka's porch in the middle of the night?

You had lived in Morioh for your entire life - content with your peaceful, albeit lonely, routine. You found it surprisingly difficult to make friends in the small town, spending most of your time reading and drawing on your own instead. That is, until a year ago, when you crossed paths with a peculiar cast of characters and your life changed. You had recognized a few of the boys - Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi - since they attended school nearby and frequented many of the same shops and restaurants as you. However, your interest in the group spiked when you began hearing mutters of a killer on the loose, and strange beings known as "Stands" that held powers beyond your imagination. After running into the boys so many times, it began to feel as though fate was bringing you together somehow. One day you mustered the courage to start a conversation and managed to befriend the rowdy teens. From there you became part of the group, helping out however you could despite your lack of a Stand. As a result you also became familiar with Jotaro Kujo, a stoic man visiting Morioh to investigate the Stand Users, and Rohan Kishibe, a stubborn mangaka, each possessing Stands of their own and aiding in the mission.

From the start you couldn't help but find yourself drawn to Rohan, not only admiring his abilities but also seemingly tolerating his bold personality more than the rest of the group. Though you could admit he was a prick sometimes, you longed to get to know him even just a little more and felt comfortable around him nonetheless.

Now you were at Rohan's doorstep at 3am on a cold fall night, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you hoped that he heard your knocking. Ever since the fateful battle with Yoshikage Kira, you found yourself plagued with nightmares and a general nervousness about the town. It was as though Kira's evil spirit itself was haunting you. Tonight your nightmares were worse than usual, waking you terrified with no chance of falling back asleep. You hurried to the one person who was guaranteed to be awake at this hour - Rohan. Glancing nervously around the dark, you shuddered at the thought of some twisted Stand User leaping out of the darkness to torment you like Kira did to so many others. You knocked again, this time more frantic. Just as your mind began playing tricks on you in the darkness, Rohan opened the door. You leapt through the doorway, nearly into his arms, and he stepped back in surprise with an annoyed look.

"There must be a slumber party at my place tonight, did I miss the memo? Seriously, what are you doing, Y/N." He crossed his arms.

"I-I'm sorry, Rohan! It's just… I had a nightmare…"

"And you came here why?" Rohan stared at you skeptically.

"I thought… Maybe you would be able to help make sense of these dreams… You're into scary paranormal stuff, right?"

"Scary paranormal stuff. Right." He rolled his eyes. "Look, just close the door and come in." He sighed and started walking through his lavish living room and toward the kitchen. "Let's just sit down and chat." You followed carefully behind Rohan; All the lights were off due to the late hour. You had been here a few times before with the others but the mansion still never failed to impress you. You felt a brief wave of pity for Rohan, wondering if it ever got lonely living alone in such a big house.

At last you arrived at the kitchen, Rohan motioning for you to sit down at a candle-lit dining table. His sketchbook sat open in the flickering light - he must have been drawing before you arrived. He sat across from you, the warm light illuminating his face. He leaned down, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand.

"So, tell me about these nightmares."

You did your best to describe the dreams, starting vaguely in worry that Rohan might not take you seriously. However, as you went on his expression changed to one of concern, inviting you to open up. You told him all about the horrors you faced at the hands of the Stand User in your dreams, the sleepless nights and the anxiety that washed over you as the sun set on Morioh each day. You stopped and sat in silence, shaken up by the mere memory of your nightmares. You fidgeted your hands nervously on the tabletop, before glancing up and meeting Rohan's deep green eyes. The candlelight made them shine brilliantly, and you couldn't help but get lost in them. You wondered what was going on in Rohan's mind as he stared into your soul. After a long moment you snapped out of it, averting your gaze and blushing.

"Stay here for the night." Rohan spoke firmly. "We can't have you running off in the middle of the night again. We have to get this fear out of you." You were shocked at his willingness to help you and ever-so-slightly excited. Rohan continued. "Your fear isn't irrational per say. We all remember what Yoshikage Kira did. But it's been a year since then and this paranoia can't go on. Maybe it'll help to get some rest knowing there's a Stand user in the house." He stood. "I'm going to make tea. If you want some, you can."

You watched as he swiftly brewed a small pot of tea, mesmerized by the way his body moved in the dim light. He was wearing a much more casual outfit than you were used to seeing, though it still reflected his extravagant fashion sense.

You wondered how many times he had done this, brewing tea for himself at some late hour to fuel his nighttime drawing sessions. Had he ever wished he had someone to share it with?

Rohan set two elegant teacups on the table and poured out some for each of you. "This will help you relax."

You waited for him to sit back down before taking a sip and sighing.

"This is the best tea I've ever had! Thank you, Rohan… Really…"

Rohan smirked. "It's just tea, nothing special." You were tempted to tell him it was special just for the fact he made it. However, you held back. You finished your tea quickly and Rohan set the dishes aside. "You should get to bed. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes."

You felt ever-so-slightly self conscious. "Where do you want me to sleep? I can take the couch if you'd like-"

"No, no. There's guest bedrooms upstairs. Let me show you the way."

You followed Rohan, hoping to finally enjoy a restful sleep. He opened a door just up the stairs and flicked on the light.

"Go on. Now get some sleep. My bedroom is right next door if you need to know where the bathroom is or something." You thanked him and he closed the door, leaving you alone. The room was decorated plainly yet elegantly, and the bed was made perfectly as though no one had ever slept in it. Maybe they hadn't. You shut off the light and plopped down on the mattress.

It's even softer than I expected!

Rohan was right - you must have really needed to catch up on rest. And you did feel safer knowing he was right next door. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillows.

…

Darkness.

A path lit only by flickering yellow streetlights.

Walking past rows of identical townhouses. This is Morioh.

Your footsteps echoing through the night.

Why are you here?

Footsteps that are not your own.

Running.

Faster footsteps. He's behind you.

Hands grabbing you from behind. Holding you back.

Can't turn around but you know who is there.

The figure of a creature emerging from the darkness ahead. A Stand.

Piercing pink eyes tearing into your soul. Gloved hands reaching out for you.

Kicking, screaming to no avail, screaming for Rohan. Help me, Rohan! He's got me!

He's a Killer Queen

Gunpowder, gelatine

Dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind.

…

"Y/N! Y/N, stop! You need to wake up!"

You finally came to, Rohan struggling to hold you still with a frustrated expression. You were kicking and screaming and begging Kira to let you go. You gradually processed what was happening and burst into tears, giving in and clinging to Rohan desperately. He was silent and still for a moment, before hesitantly resting his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest and gripped his back, not caring if he pushed you away and scolded you. However, Rohan stayed still and silent, taken aback by the sudden contact. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, searching for the right words.

"Just… breathe. You're safe, I promise." Your sobs gradually grew more sparse and eventually stopped altogether. You looked up at Rohan, your face hot and tear-stained. Something in his expression changed as he looked down at you.

Without a word he got up, grabbing your hand and guiding you off the bed and to your feet.

"Come to my room. Let me help you." You rubbed your eyes and followed him out of the room and into his own, looking over your shoulder into the darkness of the house every so often. You could just make out the shape of Rohan's bed in the darkness. He sat down near the pillows and patted the spot in front of him. Once you joined him, he reached out and put his hands on your trembling shoulders.

"I didn't want to have to jump to this, but let me use my Stand to help you. Heaven's Door can erase all of this." You shuddered. You were present when Rohan used his Stand in the past - a clever yet invasive power. He had noticed how much it intimidated you and avoided using it on you until now. You gulped.

"It will only take a moment, and when you open your eyes everything will be okay."

You scooted closer to Rohan and nodded, closing your eyes. He focused his gaze on you and whispered.

"Heaven's Door!"

Your consciousness faded as Rohan laid you down and opened your mind like a book. You felt… vulnerable. But at this point you didn't mind. As long as you were in Rohan's hands, everything was okay.

It felt like only an instant passed before you opened your eyes. Your mind felt unexplainably clearer. You looked up at Rohan, who was sitting beside you, his legs hanging off the side of the bed.

"...I made some edits. I didn't completely wipe your memory of the dreams - I didn't want you waking up wondering how you ended up in my bed. That would've been a pain to explain. But you won't be having any more. Okay?"

You nodded, relieved. It was as though your fear was erased - literally.

Rohan gazed off into the darkness for a long moment.

"...Why are you so intrigued by me?"

In your panic you had completely forgotten that Heaven's Door allowed Rohan to read all of your thoughts - and you had no doubt he did some snooping. You hesitated to answer. There was just something about Rohan - his attitude, his outfits, his talent, the way he directed his dry jokes at you when you were with the others because he seemed to know you'd get it the most. You knew there was more to him than the cold front he put up in public, and you wanted to find it. And you had to admit, he was attractive…

"Heh. I guess I didn't have to ask. I bet right now you're thinking of the very things I already saw." You scrambled for an excuse before Rohan reached down and turned your chin toward him. You blushed hard and stared into his eyes, their emerald hue just visible in the dark. He leaned down close.

"This is what you imagined I would do when we were in the kitchen, is it not?"

He so knew what he was doing to you, though he kept his poker face all the while. You couldn't deny you liked it deep down.

"Tell me." Rohan whispered firmly. You turned, facing away from him in embarrassment. You felt him lean over you, his face mere inches from yours.

"Your silence speaks volumes."

He pulled back and laid down on the other side of the large bed. Your heart raced as you debated whether to turn over and try to explain yourself or leave him be. You decided not to dig yourself into an even bigger hole, closing your eyes and focusing on getting back to sleep instead.

Just as you began to drift off, you felt a weight shift on the bed behind you, followed by a firm chest on your back and arms wrapping carefully around your body. You opened your eyes, wondering if you were dreaming.

"What are you doing, Rohan?" You mumbled tiredly.

The man was silent at first before leaning close to your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your neck - an indescribable sensation shooting down your body. You gasped quietly.

"I'm just going to protect you for the night. Don't get too excited." Rohan snuggled closer, spooning your whole body in his. "Besides, you wanted to be closer to me, right? Well now you are." He whispered smugly, a teasing tone in his voice.

You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of Rohan's tall, slim body against yours.

You broke the silence. "There's just… Always been something that made me want to be special to you…"

Rohan was silent for a moment.

"You are special to me."

Your heart fluttered as you took in his words. Deep down you hoped he would say more, but he held back. Stubborn as always.

"...Goodnight, Y/N."

You fell asleep to the feeling of Rohan's hands running soothingly along your side, and up and down your arms. You had no dreams that night.

When you woke you were alone in the bed. You could hear the faint sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen downstairs. Rohan must have gotten up before you (unsurprisingly, the guy seemed to never sleep.) You laid there for a moment, enjoying the warm sunlight pouring through the windows and the lingering smell of Rohan's expensive cologne in the air. For a moment you had to ask yourself if last night was a dream. You sat up, realizing you hadn't brought a change of clothes.

Your eyes settled on Rohan's closet.

You opened the tall sliding doors to reveal a walk-in closet packed with designer clothes. You scanned through the shelves - some outfits you easily recognized, others you had never seen him wear at all. You settled on a comfy white sweater and pants to match. His clothes were ridiculously baggy on you due to your height difference, but they were certainly comfortable.

You headed downstairs to find Rohan finishing breakfast, two plates waiting on the table. He glanced up at the sound of your footsteps and his eyes widened.

"W-Where did you get those!?" You couldn't help but giggle at his surprised expression.

"I forgot to bring a change of clothes, I hoped you wouldn't mind," you said in a sweet but teasing tone. Rohan crossed his arms.

"Fine. Just sit down, your food is going to get cold." You swore you heard him mumble: "You're lucky you're cute."

A tense silence filled the room as you ate. How could you have gotten so up close and personal last night but feel so awkward now? Every once in a while Rohan stole a quick glance at you and your outfit; he must have thought you didn't notice but you most certainly did.

Finishing your food, you looked up at Rohan. "Thank you for helping me last night. Really. I slept better than I have in… Well… at least a year." Rohan kept his eyes on his plate, but you couldn't help but catch a blush cross his face.

"...Don't mention it."

…

Josuke and Okuyasu walked casually down the road as they headed home from school. Okuyasu perked up. "Hey, aren't we about to pass Rohan's house? I wonder what he's been up to."

Josuke frowned. "Oh yeah, you're right." I'd rather not know honestly... He quickened his steps before Okuyasu put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oi, Josuke! Isn't that Y/N over there?" Josuke looked up, spotting you walking home from Rohan's house.

Okuyasu squinted. "Since when did Y/N dress so fancy! Wait... Don't those clothes look familiar…?"

The two slowly turned to each other.

[stellaaarree]

miguel o’hara X stripperfem!reader

fluff! (PART ONE!!!)

the way you swayed your hips as you clung to that pole, catching the attention of almost everyone in that goddamn club. flocked by creepy men and coke laced notes your shift had ended.catching a glance of the only decent looking male in eye line. he was built, messy dark brown hair and he was practically bulging through his clothes.humming in appreciation of a minutes worth eye candy you head off to the clubs backrooms. stripping off your clothes changing into some warm sweatpants and an oversized grey hoodie. slinging the hood over your hair you sat down on a nearby bench in the room. back against the wall, knees pulled to your chest fiddling through your phone as you waited, for no apparent reason really.

disturbing your peace a man opens the door, walking in unannounced. without bothering to look up. sighing and putting your phone you stay calm, explaining. “sorry, sir. this is a private room. staff only.” expecting a drunken comeback you roll your eyes. when there is none your eyes travel up the mans body to his eyes.

“oh.”

it was the ‘eye candy’ from earlier. you had picked up on him while you where dancing, when you met his gaze with a confident wink, to get the tip money going of course, greeted with a nod. nothing. no wink back, no sexual gesture just a nod. you mimic his gesture now,a simple nod. hoping the revelation gets to him. the man looks at you, you where the complete opposite of how you where on stage. now covered up, the stage showing half of your body thin strips of fabric slung over your figure.

“hey.” he says firmly.not aggressively, just ..strongly? he walks towards you reaching into his wallet and pulling out a twenty. gesturing it to you, eyebrows furrowing when you don’t take the money.

“i don’t take tips off the clock.” you mumble, seemingly a little threatened by him. he was tall and built. able to overpower you instantly. instead he just nods, sick ideas on why, he puts the note back into his wallet. sympathy grazing his face for a second before flashing back into his stern demeanour.

“i’m sorry.” he says suddenly, reaching back for the door handle. “no, its uh…fine. you can stay i’m just tired, y’know? slinging my self around on a metal pole for five hours kinda hurts.” you laugh, it felt pathetic, having to explain yourself to this rando. hot rando, correction.he chuckles at your joke, one of those deep chuckles that go straight to your-

“miguel, miguel o’hara.” he says after his chuckles leaves as fast as it came. “you uh, wanna introduce me to the rest of your family too?not many ‘customers’ wanna share their full name.you know, affairs and uh stuff.” cutting off your joke as it came across arrogant, you smile instead. his stern face not moving an inch for another laugh. that first chuckle was a slip up you thought.

“y/n. regulars call me ‘star’ though. take your pick mr.o’hara.” he nods in response. “y/n. do you have a way to get home?its dark.” he states. your mind rushing through the worst scenario ‘he’s tryna get me alone!’ ‘no way creep!’ as you’re snapped from your frantic thoughts he repeats his question. voice becoming firmer. “no.” you finally mutter out. “was uh, just gonna walk.” you where completely different to how you where on stage. the change prominent as you two look at each other for an ungodly amount of time. your face heating up at he kept your gaze sternly. jesus he was hot! what the hell??!

“do you want a lift home?” he asks finally. acting as if you had been hinting at needing one. which you hadn’t!!!

his lips pull up into the tiniest smirk as he watches your face heat up pink in embarrassment as you try to explain yourself. groaning at your stupidity. hands covering your face with an almost silent, “please..”

A/N this is my first time writing a proper fic and it 100% shows, character ai and growing up on wattpad my only sources😫. lmk if you want a part 2 hehe and leave ideas on what should happen because i’m a lazy bitch who needs inspiration. pretty please!💋

[tetsunabouquet]

Titan Shifters; Eren Yeager X Reader

A/N: Like I mentioned on my blog, I watched a Rise Of The Lycans analysis a few days ago and this prompted me to go on a rewatch. I am blaming this fic on Lucian.

You were jittering with nerves, being assigned to help with Eren's titan shifting experiments so they could compare your data. You were really intrigued by him. Born of human parents, yet being able to shift into a titan. Unlike you. You were the prized secret of the Survey Corps, the secret they had been hiding from the military police since your birth. The story they told was that they found you as a baby during their expedition, miraculously alive and the Survey Corps insisted into adopting you at their base under the excuse they had grown attached to you. The real truth was much more strange, and horrifying. On a scouting mission, they encountered a few titans, one acting more strangely then the rest. At first, they thought it was an Abnormal, until it started to evaporate on its own. In the middle of the smoke and bones, was a baby. You. The daughter of a titan and completely looking like a normal human baby. Keith Shadis who had been the Commander at the time, looked at the baby in his arms and he did not have it in him to surrender you to the Military Police and what kind of tests they might do to a tiny little baby. Keith Shadis was a hard man, but not heartless. As imperfect as he was, he had been the only father you'd ever known and you were sad to see him go. But he said it was for the best, especially after that event on your 8th birthday which had transpired a year before the fall of Shiganshina, when you had transformed into a 12 meter titan by accident. It seemed like you were some kind of half-titan, Hange would later conclude. Erwin had been good to you after he came into charge at the Survey Corps and Levi thankfully managed to keep Hange under control who continued to creep you out. But you missed Keith all the same. Getting a new piece of the puzzle of the titan mystery and your own, had made you look forward to meeting the boy. You had not nearly expected him to be so cute and looking like he would grow into a very handsome man. Needless to say, you had a slight crush and the idea of comparing your titan form to his, just flustered you beyond belief.

Things had turnt out interesting, like finding out Eren needed to self harm and focus in order to shift. You never did, you only needed to focus on a woman you presumed had been your mother's human form. She would often come to you in your dreams and you very vividly remembered blowing out the birthday candles on your eight birthday, thinking of that woman and how she never got to see you grow up before you transformed. Eren's titan had a different smell then the other titans you've encountered before. He still smelt human after turning into a titan. Hange had found it marvellous and had proceeded to question you why you never said titans smelt different to you and how humans smelt like. This was exactly why you never told Hange anything, because she would bombard you with questions that gave a headache. When she finally backed down, you had the opportunity to sit down in peace. Much to your surprise, Eren sat down next to you. "She finally left you off the hook huh?" He remarked and you chuckled. "Seems so." "How have you endured her for so long?" Eren asked which made you sigh with the weight of tolerating Hange for years. "I suppose it's my angelic patience." You offered as you looked up at the sun that hung low in the sky. "I swear she can be so creepy, like the way she measures my titan form every month as mine does ages alongside me. It gives me the icks." "So your titan underwent puberty? Like…" Eren looked a little red faced but continued bluntly, "it didn't always have boobs?" You stuttered with an even redder face,"Just wh-what were you l-looking at?!" "I'm a boy you know, and you're hot." Eren clarified and you might as well have fainted on the spot. Eren Yeager certainly changed your life for good, that's for sure.

[the-faramir]

Another One of Midori's Dreams

Midori shambled into the cookhouse to get a cup of morning coffee. "I had another weird dream last night." She filled up her mug with strong, black brew and took a sip. "Yeah, the spirits must've been talkin' to me in my sleep or somethin', because this took place on another planet!" She sat on a stool and began to recount her tale.

"So I was myself: Midori. But not in this life. No, it was…an alternate universe or some such. I was a human! Not a kitsune in human form. Although, in the dream, I looked exactly like my tailless form…my human form: red hair green eyes, but bare skin! An' of course, every bit as gorgeous as I am like this!

"My parents were still alive! My siblings were there, too! We all lived together in a big…not a house, really, but a bunch of connected suites that were part of a huge, tall building that went right up into the sky! We had to ride a…hoist of some sort…powered by some kinda magic, I guess…to get up to the suites an' back down again. Oh! Oh! Auntie Ume (she's my mama's older sister) lived with us, too! She helped take care of the place an' cooked food an' stuff.

"Oh, this wasn't in Minkai! It wasn't even in Absalom! I did say it was another planet, though: Earth. Yeah, I know, a planet named after dirt! Sounds silly, right? Well, it must be pretty popular, 'cause I've heard tell of so many Earths out there with different situations goin' on. But it was in a really big city, even bigger than Absalom! It was a new city, new 'somethin'' city…New Yawk City! Yeah! In some important part of town called somethin' like Man's Hattin'. We had moved there when I was eight years old from a country that was kind of like Minkai, but had a different name…means 'origin of the sun'…uh, Nihon! An' my parents worked in this new city as diplomats, just like in the real world! So we had money an' education an' it was really nice an' cozy there.

"So, yeah, I was eighteen there just like I am here, but I had just graduated from school. I went to a special school that taught me how to sing an' stuff. An' even before I left school, I became a famous singer! See, I met friends there who were also from other countries, an' we formed a girl band called the Wayward Wonders. Not a circus at all! We became famous. Not like 'superstar famous,' though, but more popular among the teenage an' young adult crowd with some creepy old men thrown in for the cringe factor. Uh, the tunes were pretty solid an' upbeat, but the lyrics were kinda sugary an' vapid at times. Like this:"

🎶🎶🎶 From all corners of the world we came The dreams we dreamt were one and the same In the city that never sleeps… We found a rhythm that leaps!

Harmony in diversity! Melodies that set us free Voices from the east to west Together, we sing, we never rest

Underneath the neon lights Our songs take their wildest flights From our new homes in NYC We're the wonders for all to see

Sofia's warmth, Amina's mystery Elena's depth, Lily's history And Midori with her mighty tone Together, we've found our true home!

Harmony in diversity! Melodies that set us free From different worlds, we confess In unity, we find success

We are the Wayward Wonders With our voices loud as thunder Hear our song, it's almost done We are different, but we sing as one! 🎶🎶🎶

"Oof! I'll never get that song out of my head now!

"Anyhow, it was a fun dream. I really liked havin' my family around again, even if it wasn't really real.

"But where do all o' these weird dreams keep comin' from?"

Wayward Wonders "Harmony in Diversity" Wayward Wonders On the Scene (2024) Plus One Recordings

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Just A Little Push

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Don't we just love an indecisive man. Welp, least he pretty.

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Soap had known Price for years, knew him to be strong headed and wise – always ready within a tactical situation. The man had saved his life on multiple occasions just by using his head and getting a plan into action. He had the upmost respect for him and would always look up to the older man.

But right now he had to take a photo of the silent stunned expression as he gawked at the poor woman who’s face was the shade of a beetroot. When he took the photo and sent it to Gaz and Ghost he could still see Price was frozen.

“Ya gonna scare the socks off her ya keep starin’ like tha’” He teased as he slid his phone back away.

Price blinked and seemed to click back into reality at that moment. He shook his head and cleared his throat as he took in his bearings and then turned to Soap.

“Go take the rubbish out, I don’t pay you to do nothing.” Price demanded as he put his own phone away finally and turned back to one of the coffee machines behind him.

Soap gaped like a fish above water as he tried to retort but gave up when Price didn’t acknowledge him and left to take out the rubbish in the back.

Price watched out of the corner of his eye to see Soap disappear and then let his shoulders sag. He rested his hands on the counter and hung his head with a deep exhale. He could feel the sweat building on his back, some on his forehead too. He took his cap off his head and wiped away at the layer building before replacing the cap and leaning against the counter again. Idiot. You see one woman and you’re a stinking mess, get a grip!

Price couldn’t help but let his eyes trail from the cups of coffee he was making throughout the rest of the afternoon. They would start on the task at hand, then he would be waiting for a machine to finish pouring the shot into the cup, then his eyes would raise above the machine and land right on the woman and her mother. She became much more relaxed as time ticked by, her mother made her laugh and her smile was radiant. The crinkle by her eyes, the rosey tint in her cheeks – hook, line and sinker.

*

The night came, the cafe was closed, and Price was sat with his head in his hands as his friends snickered and teased him after Soap re-enacted his earlier embarrassment. They had all met at the local pub down the road from their cafe, it was a steady night and Price was only half thinking he should’ve declined Soap’s offer for a drink.

“You’ve hundred percent convinced the woman that you’re a creepy stalker.” Gaz chuckled and took a swig of his pint.

“Shut your trap.” Price grumbled into his own pint as the rest chuckled at him.

“Come on Price, least let us see her.” Soap begged.

“You’ve already seen her, you serve her.” Price raised an eyebrow at her.

“I’ve never seen her.” Gaz raised his hand in level with his face.

Price exhaled heavily through his nose and leant back on his stool. He pulled his phone out and slid it over to the boys like a pack of mutts and they were instantly looking through the profile of the woman he had matched with.

“Aurora Wells, damn she is a beauty.” Soap gawked at the phone.

“She’s a teacher at the primary school near the cafe. Seems Price has a teacher kink.” Gaz teases. Price glares at him over the rim of his glass.

“Good hips.” Ghost comments and then turns back to his own pint.

All three men look at him as he lifts his balaclava up to his nose and drinks his beer.

“Well, he ain’t wrong.” Soap shrugs and looks back at the phone.

Price thought he could poke his own eyes through his head with the way he drags his hands down his face. He should never have let these boys sign him up to this app.

“So are you going to say hello to her?” Gaz asked as he passed the phone back – much to Soap’s disappointment.

“Not with you muppets hounding me.” Price puts his phone away.

They continue their drinks through the next couple of hours, pushing onto ten o’clock before Price calls it a night. He had deliveries in the morning, and he didn’t need to hear any more of the lads questioning when he was going to give this match a go.

He left Gaz and Soap stumbling together back towards their flat with Ghost following behind them with his hands in his pockets. Price lived the opposite way so began his trek home on his own.

The phone in his pocket burning a hole in his leg.

* 

The lunch rush was finally breaking down into the last few people that always ran late for everything. Price and Gaz were behind the counter, Soap running tables and Ghost was handling the food in the kitchen. Fridays were the busiest days in the week, followed closely by Mondays. With Ghost’s waffle special on Friday’s, it made the day even busier.

“So did you message her?” Gaz asks as he stands next to Price at the counter. Price was wiping down the coffee bean machine while Gaz was steaming some oat milk for an order for a middle-aged woman on the opposite side of the counter.

“What’re you sprouting about now?” Price sighs.

“You know exactly who I’m talking about.” Gaz chuckles to himself.

Price was already exhausted of this conversation.

“No.” He grumbles and finishes wiping the one spot of coffee that just refused to come out. Gaz tuts at him as he adds the milk into the ceramic mug and places it on the receiving counter for the lady waiting. Once she had walked away Gaz span onto Price and crossed his arms at the older man.

“What’s got you so worried about it? You’ll message her, maybe go out, maybe even have fun.” Gaz hinted. He then quickly dodged the cloth that Price threw over his shoulder at the young man.

“Butt out of, Kyle.” Price warned as he started to restock the coffee beans into the machine.

“Fine. I’m going out back for five.” Gaz shrugs then walks past Price to go through the kitchen.

Price was starting to become more irritated than interested because of all the nagging he was getting from his men. He had half a mind to delete the app from his phone and never give it another thought.

That was until he turned around to serve the new customer who just walked in and froze. Because standing on the opposite side of the counter was the schoolteacher that he matched with.