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gurugirl · 2 years ago

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MCC Check-in #4*

This was a reader-request - unfortunately the queue ate the request and my original post so this is the best I could do!

Summary: Harry gets mad at y/n when she's being a bit sassy - he doesn't take her attitude well. Reader requested mean Harry. 2k words

Warning: Kidnapper!harry - move on if you don't like - smut, anal sex, degradation, mean Harry, threats to manipulate, punishment, orgasm denial

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You were being sassy and Harry couldn’t understand why. But you were about to get your period and you were in a sour mood and Harry was gone for most of the day and he hadn’t had sex with you at all that day. You just weren’t happy.

And to top it off, when Harry did finally come back home he didn’t give you much attention so you resorted to pouting and the silent treatment. Harry didn’t like you being like this.

“What’s wrong pup?” He grasped at your wrist as you stood from the dinner table to clear it. You yanked your hand away and Harry felt his anger build. You walked away into the kitchen without answering him.

“Y/n! Get back here right now!” Harry raised his voice.

But you shrugged to yourself and ignored him, turning on the faucet to rinse some dishes. You'd do almost anything to get his attention, even if he was being mean.

Harry huffed and shook his head. He got up from the table in haste and it caused the chair he was seated in to fall back to the floor with a crash.

You heard the chair fall to floor. Your heart rate picked up in anticipation of having Harry angry at you. But you were feeling irritated and still upset.

Harry was suddenly behind you, reaching around your frame to turn the faucet off.

He put his hands on your hips and turned you with jostle to face him. When you wouldn’t look at his face he grasped your jaw and made you lift your face, “Fucking look at me!” He growled.

You flitted your eyes up to his and could see how angry he was.

“Now tell me what’s wrong right now.” He loosened his grip on your jaw so you could speak.

You inhaled a deep breath and gulped before speaking, “You’ve ignored me all day and I feel achy because I think I’m about to start my period. But you don’t care about that, do you? Seeing as you were gone all day without even saying goodbye to me when you left.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. Now he could understand you being a little pissy and in a bad mood, but you’d been indignant with him since he got home.

“Nahh… you’ve been really rude to me. I didn’t do anything wrong to deserve the way you’ve been acting,” Harry countered.

You shook your head and tried to stand your ground but Harry yanked your arm and led you down the hallway to the door that went to the basement. He turned the knob and you gasped in shock. Was he sending you to the room he kept you for all that time when he first kidnapped you?

“No! Harry! No! Please! No!! I’ll be good! I’m sorry!” You we’re hysterical. Tears began pouring from your eyes and you started to shake. Harry could tell this threat was working.

He paused, “Okay. I wont bring you to the basement but I need to make you understand what you did was not okay. What should your punishment be?”

You rounded your eyes and nodded quickly, “Okay! If you spank me and then use you however you want will that be good enough? Please, Harry. I’ll do anything at all, just don’t put me in that room.”

Harry gave you a curt nod, “I better not hear a single complaint come from you or I will send you down to the basement for the night.”

He pulled you to your bedroom and slammed the door closed behind him.

You watched him undo his belt slowly and then he looked at you and let his gaze drop down over your body. He couldn’t help it. He found you irresistible and if he’s honest, he actually hadn’t paid that much attention to you all day. You were cute with a high pony tail, a little patterned dress that fit your figure perfectly with bare feet, and perfectly manicured toes to finish it off.

Harry walked toward you and found himself curious to see what you had on underneath. He put his fingers on the hem of your skirt and dragged it upward gently until he was met with your pretty white panties. Your bare thigh looked so delicious he couldn’t help himself when he leaned down as he lifted your thigh and kissed the soft inside of it.

You let out the breath you’d been holding and put your hands on his shoulders. This was all you wanted all day. You felt your stress vanish with Harry’s lips on your skin.

Harry stood up and brought his hands up to your face, “You’ve been naughty and you hurt my feelings. You’re going to get punished now. Take your clothes off.”

You didn’t waste time to obey. Your clothes were a pile on the floor next to your feet in thirty seconds.

Harry pointed to the bed, “Bend over the bed. Face down. Arms behind your back.”

You bent at the waist and leaned over the bed, your cheek on the comforter as you moved your arms behind your back.

Harry grabbed your wrists in one of his palms and without giving you a moment to relax into the way he was holding your wrists you felt the sting of your bottom being smacked with his leather belt. You jumped and bit your lip to keep quiet. He did say he didn’t want any complaints so you figured keeping silent was the best route.

The truth was that Harry didn’t intend on sending you to the basement. He just wanted to shake you up, fair or not, he didn’t like your attitude and he knew what would get you right in line.

Harry continued striking your ass with his belt and he loved watching how your bottom was pink and small welts were left behind where the edges of the leather landed on your skin.

With your hands held behind your back you couldn’t move or wiggle really. The position was uncomfortable along with the spanking you were getting.

When Harry felt you’d had quite enough, he pulled at your wrists, forcing you to stand.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes but Harry would not go easy on you. You’d never acted out the way you did today and Harry wanted to make sure it never happened again.

Harry turned you to face away from him and began securing your wrists with the belt he’d just used on your bottom. The he gently pushed you forward toward the bed again, “Lay over the bed again, like before.”

You scooted up to the bed and leaned down but you fell into the bed since you didn’t have the function of your hands to lower yourself slowly.

You heard Harry removing his trousers and then you felt his hands on your raw, sore bottom. His soft touch moved down toward your slit as he felt around to see how wet you were. You were slick and ready.

Harry would never get over how you were wet just about all the time around him. He closed his eyes as he ran his fingers up toward your clit and slid his middle finger into your entrance.

“My little slut, aren’t you? Always wanting my cock even when I’m mean,” Harry spoke as he watched his finger disappear inside your hole, and then as he pulled out how shiny and wet it was.

“Yes, Harry. I’m your little slut. Forever.” You added forever because you knew he liked that. You hoped it softened him up a bit.

Harry spread your cheeks and then spit down over your bum hole. You felt the warm saliva slip down to your pussy. He spat again and then took a finger to press his spit into your ass.

He fingered at your backside a bit and you tried to turn to see his face but you were unable to with the belt at your wrist. You'd had him play with your other hole before and now you wondered if he'd be fucking it too. You kind of hoped he would. You liked his fingers filling your bum up.

Harry's voice was choked as he spoke, "Fuck. I think you're ready for this, puppy. My cock is gonna hurt going in but once you get used to it I think you're gonna like it."

And he was right. It did hurt. When pushed past your entrance the first time it stretched and burned and you couldn't help the yelp that fell from your lips. You tried to stay quiet but his cock was big and you'd never trained for it like he said he would do.

But hearing Harry's deep groan as he pushed in as deep as he could go gave you a smile. He liked it and so you squeezed your eyes closed and gasped as he began to fuck in and out of your hole.

Harry pulled out and then you felt him spit over you again. Then he used his fingers to collect your arousal and he wiped it over you bum, inside your anus and on his cock to get things nice and slick.

When he dipped back into your bum hole this time his cock glided a little easier. It still burned and stretched, though.

Harry began to rock his hips in a steady motion in and out of you and then he brought his palm down over your cheek, a loud crack sounding into the room from the force. You jumped and moaned.

Having him fucking your anus was beginning to feel good. Really good. Your moans grew louder and Harry was gasping and groaning at the feel of you so tight around him.

"This is my new hole to fuck, isn't it, pup? Whenever I please," another swat to your bottom as your ass was getting stuffed made your head spin.

Harry rolled into you deeply, the sound of him smacking into your ass was in rhythm with the squeaking of the bed.

"Tell me your sorry," Harry groaned his words. He was so close to coming it wasn't funny. The view of your little tight hole sucking him in and the way it felt around his cock was too much.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, Harry. I'll never be rude to you again. Ow!" You sputtered out your words as Harry began to rail you faster after your apology.

You felt your limbs tingle as Harry spanked you again. Then he wrapped a hand around the front of your torso and grasped onto the front of your neck as he squeezed and brought your upward slightly, his hips never stopping from fucking you.

"That's right. Fucking better be sorry. You wanted to be fucked, this is what you're getting today, pup. I'm gonna fill up your little asshole with my come and then leave you here on the bed to think about what you've done."

True to his word, Harry spurted his warm come into your ass as he came with loud, deep groan into the room. He jutted himself as deep as he could get and you squealed at the way it felt inside of you.

When he finished pouring everything he had inside of you he pulled out and watched as your small hole dripped with his come and down to your pussy. He gave you another spanking and then left you in the room. Closing the door behind him.

Harry had left you leaned over the bed, butt naked, leaking his come out of your ass with his belt secured around your wrists behind your back.

You couldn't get up or move and you didn't get to come, but you made Harry come and that drew a smile over your face as you sighed and closed your eyes in contentment.

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dear-mrs-otome · 2 years ago

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Silvio Ricci - 1st Birthday (His POV) - Yet Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “Cut it out, back off!”)

Here is my irreverent, only nominally-guaranteed accurate rendition of Silvio’s 1st birthday story in his POV.

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Birthdays are the easiest occasion of the year to close a deal. No time to rest, as many merchants come looking for investments - Silvio’s never had any doubts on that matter. In fact, he’s always thought it was the best way to celebrate a birthday.

Until that cheeky woman prodded a sore spot.

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“You’re late,” he tells her, when he finally sees her amidst the hectic preparations for his birthday party. Pissy because she's dawdled when a few hours prior he’d summoned her with an invitation.

And the effing dog is along, too.

Said 'dog' reminds Silvio that his mistress took time out of her busy schedule to come. "Don't you think she deserves a thank you at least?"

Silvio retorts that he doesn't remember summoning HIM, but Rio just cheekily reiterates that his place is by his lady's side. To which Silvio says he'll just put Rio to work as well then, if that's the case.

He calls out to have Rio assist wherever they're short-handed. Usually a birthday party would be put on by the host country, but since he's using it as a business venture he'd declined - other than the venue, all other preparations and work is being done by Benitoite servants and Rhodolite he's hired…but they still would be hard-pressed to say they had enough manpower.

Rio tries to push back against this, and Silvio points out that he, a mere butler, doesn't have grounds to refuse a foreign prince's commands.

"With all due respect, the only commands I heed are my lady's -" Rio starts to retort, but Emma cuts him off and says it's fine, asking Rio to please lend a hand.

She gets it, unlike the damned dog, he thinks - realizing she must have known what battles to pick. She’s got some backbone at least, unlike the reluctant dog.

Rio warns her that if anything happens to definitely call him, he’ll rush over the moment she does. She thanks him but Silvio castigates him for treating people like they’re something to be suspicious of, and he shoos Rio off to join the huddle of servants. Then he turns back to her, and orders here to follow him.

Back in the room he’d rented to store gifts in, there’s more than there were before again. He hasn’t really had occasion to have a birthday in Rhodolite, and there are more gifts here than he’d expected - though not as many as in Benitoite. But he’s bound to find a few places to invest amongst this many.

Well, that is, after…

He puts a hand on the stunned woman’s shoulder, and smiles. “You’re my maid starting now.” At her confusion, he continues. “I want you to give me your birthday present in the form of labor.”

“....I’m sorry, what?” she replies.

“You got eyes, don’t play dumb,” he fires back. “I want a list made of all the gifts here, so that I can match the sender with what’s inside.” She’s merely silent in response, and he tells her it’s pointless if it’s not finished before his party - so get cracking.

He’d decided from almost the start to have the woman’s help with this - not only did it provide the benefit of harassing that effing dog, but he knew that if he didn’t there’d be no birthday gift of any sort from her.

It pisses me off that the fucking dog gets a present and I don’t.

With her still complaining, he slouches down in a chair. “I told you to move your hands, not your mouth. We’re shorthanded.”

It’s not a lie to say that there aren’t enough people…and he hopes she does prove more useful than the other maids.

Only for him to be stunned a short while later, when she more than proves herself to be so. Despite her dissatisfaction, she does her job properly, and he can see the thought put into making the list clear for the reader. It pleases him greatly, and he considers having her draw up documents for other projects also…

Pondering this as he looks over the list, he can suddenly feel her gaze on him.

“Prince Silvio…” she begins.

“What?”

“What’s this list used for?” she asks.

Bemused that she’s only just now asking, he explains it’s for business dealings, which she echoes in confusion. He explains how the gifts that are brought to him are product samples, in essence. Looking up from the papers to point at the gift that she’s holding in her hands and elaborates how, for example, the carved rose she’s holding was made by a new metalworker. If he thinks their work has value, he’ll consider investing in them.

“Birthday parties are the place to close those deals - there aren’t many places in Rhodolite where someone can discuss such ventures directly with me. All the merchants in this country send me their goods. I’m always looking for new investments,” he finishes. “I’ll compare the list you made with the goods and prioritize who to meet with from there.”

He chides her that if she gets that, she should not drag her feet and keep working.

Her expression looks at a loss - more gifts have been arriving without pause while she was making the list, so it’s no wonder she’s fed up with the unending task. But he’s not about to let her off the hook, though.

When he tries shifting his attention back to the list once more, she returns the carving to the box with her gaze turned down. “Aren’t you lonely?”

“Huh?” he asks, surprised.

“Because…it’s your birthday. In theory, it’s supposed to celebrate the day of you being born…but it seems like business comes before any celebration,” she explains.

“What does it matter? If I can find a good investment, that’s not a bad thing,” he counters.

There’s nothing wrong with relationships built on money. Like the woman has pointed out, all the gifts here are meant to broach business rather than honor a birthday. There’s really nothing of genuine celebration here.

…It’s better than not being noticed at all on your birthday.

He’s never complained. Never been dissatisfied. But…that doesn’t mean he thinks nothing of the woman’s questions. “Well, it’s not that I don’t get what you’re saying,” he tells her, to her silence. “If I am ‘lonesome’, what are you going to do about it?”

“...Didn’t you say me working like this was your birthday gift?” she replies.

“Ha. You don’t feel like ‘celebrating’ either, do you?” he points out flatly. This has been a bunch of idiocy to listen to, and dismissing it he looks back at the list to plan out his deals again. He’s not interested in discussing a bunch of weakling crap.

This is a party about finding mutual benefit. No more, no less. There’s no need for ‘feelings’ in business…and sourly, he curses to himself and thinks how he could use a drink right now.

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Just before the party began, she finished her work, and Silvio had grabbed her when she’d been so overjoyed to be finished, to order her to go to the party next…

“Oh, don’t you look like you’re pouting,” Nokto says to him, asking if he hasn’t had a fruitful business meeting. The fox bastard, 7th prince of Rhodolite, approaches him with a satisfied, smug grin.

“I’m certain business is going well,” Silvio replies.

“Oh really? If it’s not that…I wonder if it has anything to do with her not being here?” Nokto smirks, and Silvio keeps silent. “I was sure you’d force her to come to the party. Where is she now then?”

“I don’t know.” The moment he’d taken his eyes off her, she’d run away - the damned dog gone too. He’s annoyed she gave him the slip because he was so busy dealing with guests.

“I see, I see…that’s why you’re in a bad mood,” Nokto says, smiling.

Silvio scowls and says that he’ll have her make up for it later - only for Nokto to point out that it doesn’t hinder his business dealings if she’s not there, does it? It’s rather unusual for him to give a fig about a guest that has nothing to do with his business, right?

“You need entertainment at a party, don’t you?” Silvio argues.

Nokto muses that the entertainment might just have become today’s main event, but he waves it off when Silvio presses him on that and instead suggests that he and Silvio chat at some point - he’s sure they can come to some good agreements.

He toddles off to talk with guests, leaving Silvio to wonder how the side entertainment could become the main deal. And then, around the middle of the party, she returned.

Once his main priorities had been addressed, and the socializing slowed down a bit, the woman and the damned dog appear, not apologetic in the slightest. As if blithely unaware of their offense.

He’s surprised they came back at all, frankly, and before the next guest can try to step up and talk to him he walks over to them. “You got some real nerve running away when you’re my maid, don’t you?” he accuses her, before turning to Rio. “And you, fecking dog, you abandoned your duties too.”

“I’m not your dog,” Rio retorts, before turning and asking if his mistress won’t reconsider and change her mind about this after all.

“It’s true, coming back and immediately being cursed at makes one want to give up on the whole thing…” she agrees with Rio.

“What are you talking about?” Silvio demands, only growing more suspicious and irritated when Rio and Emma wave it off in unison, and threatening to have them both tossed out of the party for being disrespectful.

But he’s cut off in the middle of his rant by the woman. “Are you sure you want to say that, Prince Silvio?” And with a proud look on her face she presents him with a simple box.

He hadn’t thought she’d bring anything…but it’s not hard to imagine what the box is, tied up with a careful ribbon. “...You’re not saying that’s a gift for me, are you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she replies. “I made it, along with Rio.”

He stares in silence, taken aback - realizing that’s the reason she’d dashed off and left. Not just her, but the damned dog too…

A memory comes to mind, a past scene in Benitoite, with an unnamed voice. “This is for you, big brother. I thought I should at least give you a present.” The voice points out how if at least one person doesn’t genuinely celebrate his birthday each year, it’d be lonely. “No, I don’t like the idea of my big bro being sad!”

That scrap of the past that lingers for a moment raises a feeling he hasn’t felt in quite some time. It’s been three years since I received such a simple gift.

“From the looks of you, it seems you don’t want it, even though my lady made it for you…ah well, c’est la vie. Why don’t we eat it together later?” Rio suggests to Emma.

She agrees slowly that it doesn’t seem like Silvio’s happy with it, only for him to cut her off and berate them both for putting words in his mouth. He snatches the box from her, wondering what they might have come up with on the spot since they didn’t seem to have known it was his birthday. He places it on one of the tables lined up in the hall and unties the ribbon - opening the lid and lifting out a small rose cake. It’s decorated with fruits and sugar confections in the shape of a flower - like nothing he’s ever seen in Benitoite.

He wonders with surprise if it’s a traditional way of celebrating birthdays in Rhodolite. It’s clearly handmade, not the perfect product of some professional baker.

Scolding them for not bringing him a fork and plate if they gift someone cake, he asks if they expect him to eat it with his fingers.

“...Wha, are you going to eat it right now?” she asks, stunned.

“If I don’t eat it now, when am I supposed to eat it?” he retorts. “It’ll lose its flavor if you wait.”

He still can’t quite believe he’s been presented with an amateur’s homemade cake. And from all around he can feel people’s sharp stares on him - but he doesn’t feel like dealing with them at the moment. It’s obvious inferior to all the gifts around it, a trifle really, but it intrigues him. And although he keeps his calm while accepting the slice cut for him by the damned dog, inside he’s brimming with curiosity.

He cuts a small piece off and brings it to his mouth, baffled how a rose cake might taste. Really damned sweet, is the answer…but still, there’s a deliciousness that you can’t find with something made en masse by a bakery.

“Points deducted for the fact that some fecking dog helped, but I’m willing to give you a pass on this,” he proclaims on a smirk. “This country really does make everything about roses.”

The damned dog and the woman look at each other. The woman’s happiness is obvious - and he knows the dog’s tells well enough to know when he’s happy, so he can see she’s not the only one. Both seemingly pretty proud of themselves…but he has to admit to himself that he’s a bit pleased too.

Eventually he finishes the cake, and has a passing servant bring some drinks - not just for himself, but for three people. “You guys should drink today too. In Benitoite, we celebrate birthdays with alcohol.”

“Have you had enough of me playing maid?” she asks, but he insists no - it’s her job now to drink and wait on him.

For today, he thinks, he’ll even let her sassiness slide.

In actuality, he was going to order her about more and more, but he lost interest…and he couldn’t hide his broad smile.

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After the party, when most of the guests had begun making their way home, he’s walking through the garden in the summer evening breeze. But it’s not a stroll he’s partaking in…

Earlier, a servant in the hallway had stopped him and told him he’d seen the young lady heading to the garden, but she seemed a bit off. “She looked to be unsteady on her feet, should I go after her?”

“Ah, no, it’s fine. I’ll go and get her,” he’d replied.

He’s walking along now, sour that she’s gotten so far after he’d let her go when the party ended. The fact that she’s alone too, no fecking dog, means that she went back to her room and then left it again without going to sleep. Just what in the hell is she doing?

Eventually he spots her, leaning against the railing of a garden bridge, staring blankly up at the sky. “Oi, drunkard. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m not drunk enough to be called a drunkard,” she protests.

“That’s what every drunkard says,” he counters. “Don’t wobble around here, hurry up and head back to your room.”

“Why…are you here, Prince Silvio?”

“Just needed a change of scenery,” he deflects offhandedly, averting his gaze. Telling himself it’s because he just wanted a dig at that damned dog…not because he was worried or anything.

She pushes away from the bridge, and her delicate frame sways unsteadily.

“Tch, what did I tell you?” By reflex he reaches out to brace her, bringing her closer. A shudder running through him but he manages to tamp down the urge to withdraw his hand. She apologizes and thanks him, and he points out that she can’t walk in this state. “If you say ‘I’ll serve you for the rest of my life’, I’ll carry you on my back.”

“...I’ll do my best to walk,” she flatly refuses.

Uncharming as ever, he thinks on a scowl. She pulls away from his hand and begins to wander off, leaving him to sigh with frustration and circle around in front of her toddling path again. Unable to just sit back and watch after all.

He takes off his cloak, and turns to offer his back to her.

“Prince Silvio?” she questions.

“Hurry up,” he tells her.

He was the one who got her drunk, after all. He’d noticed her drinking at a hefty pace, but clearly didn’t know her limits…and silently he scolds her for being an idiot and forcing herself to drink.

“I’m not going to serve you for the rest of my life,” she insists.

“That was a joke - don’t make me change my mind,” he threatens. She seems at a loss, but seemingly realizing it was pointless to resist, she finally does as he bid and climbs up.

He sucks in a breath at the feeling of her soft warmth against his back, steeling himself to grit his teeth and bear with this, because he had volunteered. When he begins walking with her piggyback, he can feel her breath on him no matter how much he dislikes it.

….Ahhh, damn it all. I can’t calm down. I knew I shouldn't have done something I'm not used to.

He used to carry his cheeky little brother on his back, but this is the first time he's ever carried a woman like this.

"...This is sweet of you," she tells him.

"No. It’s just if I carry you on my back, that damned dog will be so bitter," he argues.

"I don't think that's the only reason you're carrying me."

"Wha?"

"Also -" She puts her arms around his neck, and hugs him blithely.

This person! He can feel his face burning, his whole body trembling - this unpleasantness at about his limit. "Cut it out, back off!"

Her only answer is to let out a little giggle.

"I'll drop you, you little…" he threatens.

"No you won't."

"What makes you so sure of that?" he asks.

"It’s just my hope that you won’t."

He doesn't reply - only thinks to himself that she shouldn't get carried away. Adjusting her on his back with a click of his tongue. What he'd like to do is just let go and drop her,...but he can't, which is why he's having such a hard time. Cursing himself for not just leaving the drunk woman alone like he should have.

Whether it's basic human decency, a jab at that damn dog, or some other emotion entirely…he can't say why he's walking around with a woman on his back, grappling with his discomfort like this.

"Damn it…it's my birthday, but I have to be pushed around by you!" he curses.

"Consider it my revenge for using me," she fires back.

He grumbles that she’s still holding onto that, when she startles him with a sudden exclamation. “Don’t scream in my ear!! What is it now, you drunk??” Every time she speaks he can feel her breath on him, and he’s silently begging her to give him a break.

“Happy birthday, Prince Silvio.”

“Huh?” The words he hears from her next have him stopping in his tracks.

“I feel like I forgot to say so when I handed over the cake…but I’m wishing you one, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Ha…it’s a little late for that.”

She’s not charming, but she has strange tastes, he thinks. Saying she’d celebrate him like that, despite being aware of her usual bad attitude. He’s confident in his ability to tell when people are lying, because of his line of work, but he doesn’t get that impression from her words at all.

“Just for today…I’ll let your insolence slide.” The voice he says that in is so tender it disgusts him.

Not that I’m happy about it…not that I wanted you to celebrate it.

However…when she’d said ‘happy birthday’ in such a soft tone, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pound a little. Quickly though he tells himself that can’t mean anything - clearly, it’s just all these unpleasant feelings throwing him off.

…I don’t know who I’m even making excuses to.

The scent of the roses riding the summer breeze seems even sweeter than usual.

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years ago

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Plain box

Milk/White Chocolate

Oval

Ganache

(Sasunaru..? QwQ)

oH WHAT PERFECT TIMING

MY NEXT EVENT ASK IS MY CURRENT BRAINROT

MUAHAUAHUAHAUHUAHA! IM HYPED

Oops this got long oh well

TY FOR THE REQUEST PAPA

CW BELOW THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it, ngl. Spoilers about Sakura’s character arc!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Ever since the two were paired up on team seven, Kakashi couldn’t recall a time where Naruto and Sasuke weren’t fighting, whether it was physical aggression, hurling insults at each other, or just passive aggression and sarcasm, the two were always at each others’ throats.

As kids, the two were classic rivals. They were the run-of-the-mill adolescents, who only wanted to beat the other at anything and everything.

Now as teenagers, the two are strong in their own ways. But, this doesn’t stop them from continuous bickering and small tantrums.

Eventually, their Sensei had enough.

One lunch… it’s all Kakashi wanted. Just one hour to celebrate his three students and their accomplishments. He was saving up his ryo to be able to treat them for weeks, and of course his two problem children just had to be themselves.

“If you don’t shut up right now I swear I’ll-“

“You’ll what, Naruto? Make a shadow clone and have it yell at me? Ooooh so scary.” The raven-haired shinobi rolled his eyes as he held his hands up in mock defense. “If you start throwing lethal jutsu at me right here, we’ll get kicked out and Kakashi will have to pay for the entire restaurant!”

“You’re such a jerk!” Naruto barked as he narrowed his eyes and stood up to lean toward Sasuke.

The other shinobi matched his action, and the two were now standing with their faces only about six inches apart. Sakura swore she could see the lightning bolts that shot between both of their eyes.

“You two are insufferable!” The pink-haired girl hissed as she pulled on both of their jacket sleeves, “Sit down before you give Sensei an ulcer!”

“He started it!” Naruto whined, knowing he’d been defeated.

“You’re such a toddler.” Sasuke mumbled coolly, accenting his quip with an eye roll.

“Sasuke I swear to-“

“Naruto, Sasuke, look at me right now.”

The two bickering shinobi froze in place as angry their faces dropped. They slowly turned toward their Sensei…

“Sasuke, you’re going to tell me what you would like to eat, since I already know Naruto’s order by heart. After that, I’m going to order your lunches and you’re going to go outside and fix whatever the hell is making you two act up. Do I make myself clear?”

The blonde genin nodded fearfully, while Sasuke only replied curtly, “crystal.” Sakura, on the offhand, was thrilled that she had never pissed off her Sensei before. She couldn’t help the chill that ran down her spine at the thought of what might happen if she did.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” Kakashi’s once terrifying demeanor had retreated, and he wore his signature close-eyed smile once again.

Sasuke pointed to an item on the menu, then stood up from the booth. “Come on, idiot.”

“Well now I’m not going because you’re being a dic-“

“I said come on.” The black-haired shinobi dragged Naruto by the back of his jacket collar, “You know damn well how I feel about repeating myself.”

As the two left wordlessly, Kakashi turned to his remaining student. “So, Sakura. If you would be so kind as to enlighten me, what was training with the Hokage like?”

When Naruto and Sasuke arrived outside, the black-haired shinobi dropped a cross-armed Naruto into the grass, then sat down adjacent to him. “What’s got you so pissy?”

“You.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but snort at how easily the word flowed from his teammate’s lips. The answer was curt and nonchalant, and yet Sasuke found it so amusing. “Reason in particular?”

“Nope. You’re just stupid.”

“Narut-“

“And I’m… jealous of you.” The boy sighed, turning away from his teammate with a dejected sigh.

Sasuke blinked, closing his mouth to prevent a snarky comment from coming out.

“I know, I know, it’s stupid but…” the blonde shinobi sighed, “I just wish that I knew what it was like to have a family at a point in my life. The closest I have is Iruka and Kakashi Sensei, but it seems Kakashi Sensei likes you better.”

With a sigh, Sasuke stood and plopped down next to his teamm- no, Naruto was his friend. That’s what Sasuke had to be in this situation: a friend. “Naruto, Kakashi knows your order by heart for any restaurant you go to. I know you can’t tell, but he always is there to catch you when you pass out from chakra exhaustion.”

“Does he really?” Naruto asked, turning to face his friend.

“Every time, without fail.” Sasuke placed a hand on the blonde shinobi’s shoulder. “And I wish I could tell you it was pleasant to have a family, but it wasn’t always as fun as it cuts out to be in your head.”

“I guess so.” The blonde sighed again, “I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to have a brother.”

The black-haired shinobi tensed, exhaled, and spoke. “Itachi was… he was a good big brother, so I thought. He always made sure to remind my dad that I was important too. It felt good to feel appreciated, but he was also a menace. He would hide my stuff in high places, flick my forehead all the time, and don’t even get me started on how many times he tickled me it was-“

Naruto chuckled gently, “I can’t even imagine you being ticklish.”

“Uhhh ignore that part.” Sasuke cursed himself internally. Why did he include that piece of Itachi’s antics out of all of them?

“Oh? Just ignore it, huh?”

Within an instant, Naruto’s dejected mood disappeared and was replaced by his sunshine-y attitude once more. He dove onto his friend and held one of Sasuke’s arms above his head.

“Don’t you dare, Naruto.” Sasuke spat, trying to put up a front through his apprehension.

“Is someone scared?” The blonde teased, bringing a hand down to squeeze his friend’s side.

Sasuke’s body abandoned him as he involuntarily jerked away from the touch. With every squeeze, his torso flinched away from it. Truth be told, Sasuke hadn’t been tickled in so long that his body was preparing for pain. “D-dude stop!”

“Oh man no way, this is so awesome!” The shinobi teased as he began to flutter his fingers on his friend’s side, “I’m not stopping until you laugh!”

“G-guess you’ll b-behehe- BE here a while.”

Naruto gasped, “Did I just hear you laugh? The Sasuke Uchiha giggled?” He smiled and dug in a little harder, sending shockwaves through Sasuke’s body.

“Nahahaharuhuhutohoho!”

“Sahahahasuke!” The blonde teased.

Sasuke covered his face and whined as giggles poured from his lips, “Yohohou ahahare suhuhuhuch ahaha- AGH NOHOHOHO.”

Poor Sasuke had made the rookie mistake of covering his face, this is common information. But he left his upper ribs wide open for Naruto’s attack. The jinchuriki boy couldn’t help but giggle as he watched his stoic friend fall apart.

“GOHOHOHOD YOHOHOU AHAHARE THEHEHE WOHOHOHORST!”

“And yet I don’t hear you asking me to stop!” The blonde sing-songed, “I know it’s been some time since someone tickled you but man, even I would’ve given in by now.”

Upon hearing those words, pale skin turned cherry red, and Sasuke finally had the idea to move his hands down. Unfortunately, that only trapped Naruto’s wiggling fingers. “NAHAHAHARUHUHUTOHOHO.”

“You done?”

The black-haired shinobi smacked at his friend’s arm, signifying he was tapping out. Naruto immediately stopped and flopped down on top of his friend’s stomach, giggling alongside him. “Man it’s been a while since we had fun like that. Consider that revenge for April Fool’s day.”

“N-Noted.”

The two sat in a comfortable silence, allowing Sasuke to catch his breath. They wordlessly watched the clouds roll by, enjoying the peace shared between them. They were only interrupted by Sasuke’s stomach rumbling, causing Naruto to laugh at the sudden vibration against his head.

“I think we should head inside.” The black-haired shinobi mumbled, lifting the blonde head off of his stomach and standing up. He offered a hand to his friend, who took it with a smile. “And by the way?”

“Mm?” The blonde shinobi asked, turning toward Sasuke.

The other shinobi squeezed his hand with a shy smile. “You don’t need a brother to know what it’s like to have one; you have me.”

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ��𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

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rubykgrant · 2 years ago

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(I found this bit I wrote, then forgot about, so here it is again; Church returns in a synthetic human, slowly getting used to being alive and junk... and Caboose making a discovery!)

“I smell food out there... REAL FOOD,” Church said, in a desperate and raspy tone.

“I hope you enjoy the smell, because that’s all you’re gonna get,” Tex told him.

“Nooooo... come on, this is TORTURE!” he whined, switching immediately from trying to sound like a parched vampire, to just being pathetic. “I bet I can have real food. How long did it take for YOU to have real food? I want some real food!”

“It was a couple months before I could keep solids down. I already told you this, and Doc gave you a meal schedule. You KNOW what you can have, and right now, all you can have is yogurt and soup!”

“I’m SICK of YOGURT and SOUP! Tell everybody they’re not allowed to eat real food unless I can, too!”

Tex smirked. She knew it was hard for him; his senses were all brand-new, he couldn’t help how strongly he reacted to the smell of delicious food he’s never had the chance to eat before... but she also knew that if he ate anything that required chewing or was too rich, he’d just throw-up.

This was a struggle, and she was trying to be compassionate... but it was also just REALLY amusing when Church got all pissy.

Tex now rolled her eyes, and sat down on the bed beside him. Church tried to keep pouting, but now he could smell something besides the food; Tex being next to him was more refreshing than opening a window. She had been outside, in the little garden area on the roof of the shared apartment, so she smelled like damp earth, cut grass, and various flowers. Tex gently nudged him with her forehead, leaning over so she was now propped up on her elbow, and he finally let out a sigh...

“Hi, Church! Hi, Tex!” a voice called out to them from the door. “I was having a steak with a baked potato, and thought maybe you guys were hungry too! We saved some steak for Tex, and Church- I got you your favorite! Chicken noodle soup!”

“Caboose...” Church groaned while Tex tried not to bust out laughing, leaning her face into his shoulder. “You are a terrible tease, you know that?”

“Hmm, no, I didn’t know that,” Caboose mused.

“Now I know how Grif feels... oh shit, this is just his life all the time, isn’t it?”

“I also got you some vanilla yogurt for dessert,” Caboose added, and Tex finally cracked up.

“Y’know what, Caboose? Yeah, I’ll have some soup... but can you pick the chicken bits out for me? They’re always all chewy and gross, I don’t like them,” Church figured his stomach was going to keep groaning unless he finally put some food in there, and he would just have to PRETEND it was steak with a baked potato.

“Sure, Church, no problem!” Caboose left the room... and then almost immediately returned.

“Well, that was quick...” Tex said to Caboose.

“I remembered the other thing I wanted to tell you. Before we got the food, I got something ELSE for Church...” Caboose explained, holding up a cardboard box. He set it down on the floor, and then pulled out a helmet.

An old, pale blue helmet.

“Holy shit...” Church said quietly. “Is that mine? Mine from Blood Gulch?”

“Yes, it is. Well, one of them. There was some other helmets from other armors from other places that were yours I found, but most of them were broken really bad. I threw those away, but this one was OK, so I kept it. I used to look at it when I felt bad, and it hurt to look at it, but after a while I could look at it and feel happy. Last night, I realized I haven’t looked at it in a long time, so I wanted to check if it still made me happy...” Caboose was slowly turning the helmet over in his hands. “It did. It also made me think of Epsilon too, and that also made me sad, but a little happy because I know he’d like that we’re all together again, and we’re here because he saved us, and even though you and Tex weren’t there in the fight, he kinda saved you guys too, and the rest of the Fragments. I thought about how Epsilon would be proud of me for remembering you AND him, because I’m the best at remembering every Church I know... and then remembered something else,”

Caboose finally stopped talking for a moment, still looking at the helmet.

“What was that, Caboose?” Church asked, genuinely unable to guess where this was going.

“Well, I remembered how he wanted to say good-bye to everybody, because he wanted to save everybody. He left us messages in our helmets to let us know how he felt. So I thought, maybe...” Caboose finally looked back up at Church and Tex, smiling in a soft way, like he understood that they also might feel hurt and sad looking at this helmet, but he seemed certain that this helmet would help them. “I looked inside the helmet, and there was a blinky-light!”

“A blinky-light?” Church’s eyebrows went up.

“Yes, a blinky-light! That means there’s a message in here!” Caboose walked over, and held the helmet out for Church to take (which he did, just barely strong enough to lift it up).

“Church...” Tex was surprised as well.

“It’s probably just an old message... or one of those stupid scam e-mails we always used to get about how ‘suspicious activity’ with our credit cards. None of us even HAD credit cards! Or those calls I’d get about ‘renewing registration’ for my vehicle, and the only vehicle we had was a tank! There WASN’T any registration for Sheila! Oh wait, should we have gotten insurance for her? Huh... y’know what, I bet this is just an old recording from Vic, telling us to kill the Reds, and I do NOT need to hear that stupid little chipmunk voice of his ever again-”

“No, it’s none of those. I didn’t listen to it, but I checked the date. It got sent to your helmet the same day Epsilon sent us all of our messages,” Caboose explained.

“Oh,” Church looked down at the helmet again. Well, that pretty much settled it. Something from Epsilon was here, in this helmet that Alpha used to wear, after he forgot he was Alpha and when he first started being Church.

“I’m glad I remembered about Epsilon... hey, that was his job too, right? Epsilon was memory! Maybe that’s why he needed my help to wake up the first time, he needed somebody who was good at remembering to remind him how to remember!” Caboose smiled again, and Church couldn’t help but smile back.

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb fic

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capturethechaos · 3 years ago

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Harsh Words

In collaboration with - @screechesincoherently

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Words - 1584

Warnings: Swearing, Angst

“Hey, I’m really sorry Jake. I fucked up.” Y/n said again reaching over the table snatching one of Jake’s fries and dipping it in his McFlurry before taking a bite.

“What did you do now?” Jake quipped, swatting at her hand.

“I ruined your relationship with your brother.”

“You really think that?” He asked, eating a spoonful of his McFlurry.

“Yeah, I mean you guys wouldn’t have gotten into a fight if it weren’t for me not thinking my shit through.”

—

“You look like shit, did you sleep at all last night?” Josh asked, watching as Jake shuffled out of his bedroom towards the kitchen.

“That’s a great question. Did you?”

“Slept like a baby.” Josh replied, making Jake stop in his tracks.

“Before or after your girlfriend left?”

Josh’s eyes widened, and he immediately straightened up.

—

“We probably would’ve found something to fight about.” Jake said, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t like that it was over me. It’s one hundred percent because of me and that’s fucked. It should be over shit like the last piece of pizza or not doing the chores.” She said, readjusting in her seat.

“Honestly, I think it was bound to happen sooner or later. It’s no big deal.”

“I haven’t spoken to you in weeks, there has been no communication, even at work we barely talked, it felt like kind of a big deal.”

—

“What the fuck?” Josh

“Yeah Josh, what the fuck?”

“Why are you getting pissy here? You obviously don’t have anything to be upset about.” Josh said, settling back into the couch.

“And why is that huh?” Jake asked, stepping towards the couch,

“Maybe because you just fucked your fifth girl this week. Not to mention that it was Y/n!” He continued, coming to a stop at the arm of the couch, his eyes glaring down at his brother.

“It’s none of your goddamn business who I’m getting with. Fucking prick. You still didn’t answer my question.” Josh said, standing from the couch.

“Why shouldn’t I get pissy about it, she’s my best friend!”

“Let her do what she wants then! Why are you acting like you fucking own her?”

“I don’t, I just give a shit that you’re treating her like some sort of play thing.”

“If she didn’t like it I know damn well she doesn’t have a problem telling me how she feels, she sure as hell likes showing me how she feels.” Josh said, a cocky smirk forming on his face.

“God, you’re such a fucking pig. You go after any girl that looks at you just for a quick fuck and then you drop her like she’s rotten. Do you have any idea how distant and weird Y/n has been lately and I thought it was me? No it was because you’ve been fucking around with her and toying with her emotions because you’re a douchebag and have no concern for anyone else’s well being besides your own. Inconsiderate fuck.” Jake said, closing the distance between them.

“You’re assuming a hell of a lot here Jacob, if she’s been weird and distant maybe it’s because she’s more interested in me than you.”

“Is your head really that far up your ass?”

“Is yours?”

—

“We’re talking now aren’t we?” Jake asked, offering a spoonful of his McFlurry to Y/n.

“Yeah, we are.” She said as she took the spoon from his hand.

“I fucked up too, and I missed talking to you.”

“I guess I just don’t know what to do now. You know?” Y/n said, leaning against the back of the chair.

“About what, we’re good now aren’t we?”

“Yeah, we are, but what am I supposed to do about Josh?”

—

“Josh, are you serious right now? Do you two even talk besides when you need to get off and she’s the only one available?”

“You mean like when we’re laying in bed together cuddling after I fuck her so hard she can’t walk?”

“She seemed to be walking perfectly fine when she walked out on you.”

“It’s called aftercare Jake, I carried her to bed, fucked her, then let her rest. I don’t try to get a girl to ride my thigh then leave her to walk around a party wondering what the fuck just happened.”

“She wasn’t comfortable with it when we realized what was going on, I wasn’t going to force her to fuck me just because I wanted to.”

“That’s the difference between me and you Jake— she never asked me to stop, she begged me to go harder.”

Jake saw red, throwing his fist in his brother's direction.

—

“What do you want to do about Josh?” Jake asked as they got up from their seats.

“I don’t know, that’s my thing!”

“Do you have feelings for him?”

“I think so, I’m not sure.” She replied.

“You have terrible taste in men.” He said frankly, giving her a playful shove.

“You’re just jealous.”

Jake sent her a glare, which quickly diffused when she began to laugh.

“We could always be those friends who agree to get married if they’re not with anyone by the age of thirty-five.” Jake suggested, opening the door for her.

“That gives us what— twelve years?”

“Do you really wanna be a lonely middle-aged woman? That sounds pretty pathetic if you ask me.”

“Thirty-five is not middle aged.”

“Let’s be real here Y/n, if you’re not married by thirty, you’ll still be single when you are middle-aged.” Jake said, walking up behind her and throwing an arm around her shoulder.

“And who’s to say I won’t be married?” She replied, looking at him with a raised brow.

“No one. That’s why I’m saying if. Because I’m also assuming I won’t be with someone either, and we both know I’m too good looking to pass up.” He had a cocky smirk on his face as he looked back at her, and she lightly elbowed his side.

“Fine, if we’re both not married by thirty-five, we settle for each other.”

“Settle is a harsh word.”

—

“Baby it’s cold, come back to bed.” She said, a yawn escaping her as she spoke.

“I have to go mama, I’m sorry.” I said, slowly turning back towards the bed.

The sight in front of me was like a work of art. The covers draped over her naked form like a wave on the shore. She looked like a marble statue, carved with all the care and intent of someone who had seen a vision of love in its purest human form. The sun was streaming in through the window, painting her in it’s golden hues.

She locked her gaze with mine, mouthing an ‘I love you’ that drew me in.

“You’re irresistible, you know that?” I said, walking back to the bed and crawling to position myself above her.

“Stop resisting then.” She said, placing one of her hands on the back of my neck and pulling me down until our lips were brushing against each other.

“God, I love you.” I said.

“Prove it.”

Our lips pressed together, the ever familiar feeling she brought upon me returning, making my heart skip a beat, and my brain go fuzzy.

Josh woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing, opening his eyes to see the moon shining through his window. He shut his eyes, assuming it was just his brother coming home after the party, but then he heard it, the voice belonging to the same person he had just been dreaming about.

“Thanks for letting me stay with you tonight Jake— I really don’t think I could have dealt with Sadie tonight.” Y/n said, walking through the door behind Jake.

“Yeah, no problem.” Jake said, kicking off his shoes and turning around, seeing his brother's bedroom door open.

Josh was leaning against the doorframe, watching as Y/n undid the laces of her converse. His eyes lifted to meet Jake’s, and Jake shook his head.

Y/n heard the sound of a door creaking, and looked up in time to see the shadow of Josh as his bedroom door came to a close.

“You can take my bed, I’ll just sleep on the couch.” Jake said as they walked into his room.

“No way, I’m not stealing your bed from you Jake. You’ve got a huge bed Jake, just keep it pg and I’m sure we can handle sleeping in the same bed.” Y/n joked, sitting on the bed.

“How can I be sure that you’ll be able to keep your hands off of me?” Jake quipped, pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for her to change into.

“I wish I could say it’s difficult not to, but unfortunately you’re not the Kiszka that I wanna run my hands over.” She murmured, taking the clothing from him.

Jake gave her a sympathetic look before turning to exit the room.

“I’ll get changed in the bathroom and get some water, take your time.” He said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Y/n got changed and settled into the bed before she heard a light knock on the door.

“Is it safe for me to enter?” Jake asked.

“Yup.”

He opened the door, walking in with two glasses of water. He made his way over to the bed, placing the waters on the nightstand before climbing under the covers.

“Goodnight Y/n.” He said, shoving his face into his pillow.

“Goodnight Jake.”

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goldentsum · 4 years ago

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— pretty little liar

PAIRING: eren x reader

WORDCOUNT: 5.3k

SUMMARY: eren has a lot of pride and he knows that though he curses his stupid pride and big mouth that always gets him in trouble.

TAGS: smut, slight fluff and crack at the end, porn with a little plot, modern au, college au, established relationship, femdom, sub! eren, dom! reader, whiny and needy sub! eren, crybaby! eren, reader is a tease and a meanie, implied sorority! rich! reader, reader has a tongue piercing, handjobs, overstimulation (male receiving), semi-public sex, car sex, unprotected sex (pls always wrap it before you tap it), spitting, degradation, praising. slapping

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I COULDN’T HELP IT! I COULD NEVER RESIST THIS MANS! long-haired/man-bun eren? AWOOGA! also because the latest chapter fucked me up-- :(( i need to get it out of my system HAHAHHA to the ones who waited for this, hereee! get yall’s eren smut!! unedited!!

eren sighed, a bit tired and because of the incoming headache from the loud music and the alcohol that he has been drinking. college parties are both a pain and an amusement. his vibrant green eyes searched through the rowdy crowd for you, you said you were just going to get something from the kitchen but you were taking your sweet time, huh...

the tall young man leaned against the wall, scrunching his nose at the scene of people grinding against each other and the smell of alcohol and sweat. he grunted and took a sip of his drink, trying to occupy himself and wait for you, his lovely girlfriend, who abandoned him in a room filled with hornyass people.

a small pout appeared in his lips, hidden by the red plastic cup, as he grumbled under his breath. suddenly, a hand slapped against his shoulder making him jump and he turned around to glare at the person but as he saw your bestfriend, he eased down a bit, though still annoyed at the hard slap on his shoulder.

“jaegerbomb! what’re you doin’ in the corner looking like a whole loner?” (f/n) snickered, a smirk in her red lips. eren rolled his eyes and answered with the most blatant tone, “(y/n) left me here”

she laughed at that as she repeatedly slapped his arm. eren grimaced and tried to pushed her off without making her tumble down to the floor because it’s a little too obvious that she was drunk as fuck. “ahh, classic cold little (n/n)~” eren heard the drunk young woman snickered.

“anyway! how’s the relationship going? i mean, now that you two are together?” she asked, a smirk on her lips as she clumsily brushed her long pink dyed hair away from her face.

eren cleared his throat, feeling a little shy at the mention of you and your relationship. “i-it’s fun..”

the pink haired woman raised a brow at the shy response, thoroughly entertained at the flustered body language of the usual cocky and arrogant male, as she thought to herself, ‘oh, (n/n)ie~ look how this boy simp for you’

“ahh, i remember you were always tailing behind our precious wittle (n/n)ie~ though it’s not like that has changed. boy, you really got it bad” she hummed, tone blunt but amused. the brunette rolled his eyes, though his ears started to burn in embarrassment. he tried to keep himself busy with the cup in his hand and blew a strand away his face as he looked elsewhere beside the female in front of him.

eren took a sip of his drink and his eyes lightened up when he saw you coming out of the kitchen with something in hand, talking to another female. (f/n), who saw this, smirked and asked, “you’re such a bottom”

the brunette choked in his drink, liquid splashing against his chin and cup. he moved it away from him as he coughed, a little bit of the spilled alcohol sipping through his black t-shirt. he whipped his head towards the smirking female and glared, trying to look mean as possible though his shaky eyes and the still shock expression in his face makes it hard to take him seriously. “what the hell, (f/n)! why would you say that?!”

“oh come on! we both know that no one can top that girl. it’s (n/n)ie we’re talking about here! the cold and scary female who makes people tremble under her gaze? there’s no way in hell that you can dom that... no offense, jaegerbomb”

eren was at loss at her words, his pride was practically broken down in front of him while the (f/n) inform him as if she’s telling a well-known fact. something in his chest started to grumble and nudged him to deny it, to save the last bits of his pride.

he knows he has a little too much pride and can be arrogant and his stupid mouth can’t be stopped once he start..

“that’s not true at all! i top her all the time!” he argued, though thankfully the music was enough to cover it up and not attract attention to him. (f/n) quirked a brow and looked at him up and down as if saying, “really now? you?”

he felt the uneasiness when he lied through his teeth, he just hoped that you won’t hear anything about what he just said-...

she hummed then turned to where you stood with one of your and her sorority sister, “(Y/N)! YOU’RE A SUB?”

eren gaped at her in surprise and horror and tried to stop her, grasping her arm. he then looked at you, his body went rigid and a sudden shiver ran up his spine when his shocked green eyes connected with your intimidating (e/c) eyes. your sorority sister looked at you in shock and said something to you but you didn’t remove your eyes on him.

he gulped when your already sharp eyes narrowed. fortunantely for him, you looked away after a second to talk to the female beside you and eren let out a shaky breath and let the woman’s arm go while (f/n) let out a noise of confusion when you ignored them.

“well that was confusing as fuck...” she muttered and then turned again to eren, who stood stiffly. “dude, are you okay?”

“yeah...” he said absentmindedly as he cursed himself and the pink haired female in his head. she pursed her lips and shrugged nonchalantly, “well, maybe you do top her.. though i’m still sure that she won’t ever let anyone top her. that bitch gets a little too pissy when someone boss her around”

“i’m gonna leave you here, jaegerbomb. this party needs a little more excitement, if you get my drift” the pink haired female snickered and slapped his arm once last time then left him to go who knows where. eren closed his eyes and massaged his temple at what just happened. ‘(f/n), you little shit... you just got me into trouble-’

his thoughts were cut off when he got hit by your familiar sweet perfume and he opened his eyes again, flinching a bit when he noticed you were already in front of him.

“this is what you wanted, right?” your tone was as blunt and straightforward as ever.

“w-what?” he stuttered out, heat filling his cheeks. you raised a brow and waved a small chocolate bar. “you said you wanted this earlier”

green eyes locked with the candy and let out a nervous laugh, “y-yeah yeah! thank you, babe..”

you watched him shakily fiddle with the chocolate bar, a still and nervous smile on his face. you observed him, looking him up and down. you stepped closer to him and his movements stopped all together when you got closer. you raised one hand to move stray locks that escaped his man bun, your sharp nails scrapped lightly against his scalp. eren let out a shaky breath and looked at you with submissive eyes.

“don’t think you’re off the hook, baby. we’re gonna talk about that little stunt you pulled.” you whispered against his ear, your teeth grazing his heated ears. the taller male’s breath hitched at that and he held onto you with wide eyes.

you started to kiss down to place openmouthed kisses on his sensitive neck. you could feel his hands hold onto your cropped shirt, his actions confusing, not knowing whether he wanted to pull you closer or push you away.

you chuckled at the aroused gasp eren let out. you let one of your hands trail down his abdomen, slowly creeping inside his shirt to trace his muscles.

“b-baby, please... n-not here” you heard him rasp out, though his hands were clenched tightly against your shirt. you sucked and licked his skin earning you a small moan and grind.

your hand that was inside his shirt, inched upwards to touch his nipples slightly and your thigh moved in between his legs, feeling his semi-hard cock. “what a filthy little slut you are, getting off in public” you whispered.

eren whined at your words, shaking his head slightly as his eyes were clenched shut. “n-no! ‘m not...”

you chuckled at him, his words starting to get slurry already. you caressed his stomach, scratching the clenching muscles. “car. now, baby”

you removed yourself away from him and smirked at his disheveled appearance that he quickly tried to fix, a shy and embarrassed expression on his face as his ears glowed red.

letting your eyes soak up the pretty view, you hummed. eren cleared his throat and he fixed his man bun, tying it again, trying to look not too obvious that you two were doing something earlier.

you then noticed something on the floor and snorted, “you dropped something”

eren looked at you, confused, then followed your gaze and noticed the candy bar that you gave him earlier. he blushed a bit and went down to pick it up but not before retaliating, “i-i knew that!”

you chuckled, not paying much mind to it, and looked around for (f/n) and once you saw her and made eye contact, you gestured to the door and lifted your hand that held your car keys that you got from your jean pocket

“aww, leaving already...? drive safe, (n/n)ie!” (f/n) bid, raising her red cup. you nodded a bit then grasped eren’s free hand, dragging him out of the huge sorority house.

you two went to where you parked your car while eren watched you go to the side where the driver’s seat of the expensive car is. you raised a brow at him which made him blurted out, “w-we can go to my dorm, armin said he was going to his girlfriend’s earlier...” his words trailed off. you offered a small smirk then nodded, getting in fully and eren hurriedly did the same.

the scent of expensive leather and the sweet scent of your perfume was all he smelled in the car and oddly enough, it made him even more antsy. your car started to purr as you revived the engine. eren watched you drive at the corner of his eyes, teeth biting his poor bottom lip whilst his hands ran up and down his thighs, legs a little shaky.

you noticed this and clicked your tongue making him stop his movements. his breath hitched at the sound, uh oh he just broke one of your rules... but he’s just so needy, he can feel his cock painfully straining against his black pants.

“what do you think you’re doing” you weren’t asking a question more like reprimanding him, tone brutally cold and it made him shiver in anticipation and arousal.

“’m sorry... i, i j-just...” his words choppy and stutter-y

“speak up.”

eren gulped, eyes lowered into his lap as he sat on his hands, placing it beneath his thighs, not wanting to anger you further or break any of your rules.

“well?”

he turned to you with a shaky breath, green eyes watching you with utter need as you drove with your usual stone cold face. “c-can you please touch me...” his words reached you though it’s volume was not even beyond a whisper.

you let out a playful scoff, sharp eyes turned towards him for a second before going back to the road, “needy little slut, ain’t ya.”

eren let his eyes drop to his lap again, gulping, as he pressed his lips into a thin line. the feeling of excitement rising inside him.

the car was filled with silence, besides eren’s small pants and his occasionally shuffling around. you parked the car at the corner of the empty street near eren’s dorm. as soon as you stopped the car, eren reached over to you and wrapped an arm around your neck, kissing you frenziedly, and moaned at the feeling of your soft lips against his.

though you didn’t move an inch which made him whine and he leaned back, half-lidded green eyes stared up at you. a shiver of arousal went up his spine when he saw your eyes turn dark. before he could apologize again, your hand went to grip his chin, pressing against his cheeks.

“tsk. you’re really testing my patience tonight, love”

eren whimpered at your words as he looked up at you with so much devotion and need, panting like a dirty mutt and lips pursed into a pout with your grip.

“on the back seat.” he nodded eagerly and you removed your hand away from him. the tall man shimmied his way to the backseat as quickly as possible but he yelped when he felt a harsh slap on his ass before he sat himself on the backseat with an embarrassed face. “baby, please! don’t do that...” he muttered under his breath, heat filled up his face and he avoided your eyes.

you scoffed, amused, and joined him in the backseat of your car. eren scooted over a little to give you space to go over. just after you sat, he moved himself closer to you and pressed his body against you. “(y/n)... please, ‘m sorry for what happened earlier.. just t-touch me please” he pleaded, face nuzzling against your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent.

you clicked your tongue and grasped his hair, pulling it to make him look at you. he gasped at the slight pain and the pleasure that went straight into his groin and looked at you with lidded eyes. “you’re not getting away just like that, baby. we need to train you properly, you’ve been naughty all evening.”

he whimpered at that and watched you come closer. you smirked down at him, he looked amazing as always. eren always looked better like this, pliant and needy.

you pressed your lips against his pulse, licking and sucking on it, and you loosened your grip on his hair, massaging his scalp. eren closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips on his skin, mouth open in a silent moan. you let your other hand wander, brushing against his bulge making his breath shutter.

“(y-y/n)..” you heard him pant out but you ignored it, this was his punishment.

your hand in his hair guided him the way you wanted and tilted his head back as you marked his tanned skin. you can feel his cock twitch against his pants, your nails tracing the outline.

his hips jerked, trying to get you to touch him more firmly. you bit his still bruised neck from your previous escapade as a warning though the man only moaned shamelessly at your rough action. you unbuckled his belt, moving his pants down with both hands while eren moved as well to help you with it.

eren watched you while you smirked at him, leaning closer to his face and his eyes shifted down at your red lips. he felt you nudge his nose with yours slightly making him smile a bit and he leaned up to kiss you but you moved back. the brunette furrowed his brows at your action, “(y/n), k-kiss..”

you wanted to coo at his cute expression and words but you reminded yourself that this was his punishment. you kissed his jaw as you slipped your hand inside his boxers, pulling his thick cock out. eren hissed at the cold air nipping his sensitive dick, head tilting back against the car window.

you pecked his cheek and let your other hand move his tight black t-shirt up to reveal his clenching abs as you stroke his length. you leaned back and admired the view, your precious boyfriend moaning so prettily for you as his glorious muscles contracted and his thick cock started to leak precum.

god, he’s just so beautiful and it’s all for you.

eren’s hips jerked instinctively when you swiped your thumb against his cock’s sensitive head and spread the precum along his length. he oozed out so much precum that it was so wet and sloppy.

your hand went faster, jerking him quicker, making him gasp as he held your wrist with wide eyes. you chuckled at his cute reaction but you didn’t stop nor did your pace get slower. eren let out a series of loud moans and he let go of your wrist so he can cover his mouth, breath heavy. you thumbed one of his nipples, his body shivering at your actions.

“baby! f-fuck” he cried, letting his head rest against the window again and let you stroke him to his high. the alcohol buzzing in his system was making him more sensitive than usual and the possibility of someone catching you two in the car made him hornier. the wet and lewd sound that echoed inside your car guided him closer to his release, his thighs trembling.

he could feel it, the pleasure building up as the band in his stomach threatening to snap. your other hand moved down to cup his tightening balls and your lips replaced your fingers on his nipple. he sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure, his hips thrusting up, trying to match your pace.

your tongue flattened and you let your piercing roll against the hardened bud, your boyfriend yelped at the contact of the metal ball against his sensitive nipple.

“s-shit! baby! aHH-!” he moaned out, your hand moving even faster as he cum. his body convulsed at the sudden orgasm that hit him like a hard wave as thick ropes of cum spilled from his thick member, painting your hand and his heaving chest. you stroked his cock to prolong his orgasm.

as he came down his high, a wave of sensitivity hit him when you didn’t stop your hand. he cried at that and his hand gripped your wrist with a sweaty and clammy hand but not really stopping you, his shiny and teary green eyes stared at you with shock. “ahh! (y-y/n)! wait! too s-sensitive!”

you chuckled sadistically at him and leaned closer to him, “but we’ve only just begun”

eren whimpered, body shivering at the overstimulation but his cum only helped him back to hardness as the slick feeling made him lightheaded. his body shivering and writhe at your actions, completely pliant in your hands.

you slowly stopped and removed your hand, listening to eren’s heavy gasps and hics as he tried to catch his breath. your greedy (e/c) eyes soaked up the sight for a moment then you tapped your cum stained hand against his lips, “clean it up.”

eren whimpered and his tongue peaked out to lick his cum, cleaning your fingers. you watched him lick your fingers with short but fast strokes and then you entered two fingers inside his mouth which earned you a lewd moan. he sucked your fingers in, tongue lapping messily around your fingers. his teary eyes looked up at you. you smirked and you pressed your two fingers down his throat making him gag but he only groaned and worked even greedily on your fingers.

when you were satisfied, you slowly moved your hand away from him. your fingers now sticky with his spit and connected it to his open mouth with a thin line of saliva. “hah... ahh..” he panted, slightly drooling from his greedy sucking.

you snickered and slapped his face twice, light enough to not hurt but hard enough to make a nice and loud sound and make his cheek tingle. “what a good little slut you are”

eren moaned and his hips thrusted in the air, wanting to feel you already around his once again hard cock.

you moved closer to sit on his lap. eren leaned his head to your chest as his hands tried to get rid of your pants, he wanted to feel your skin... no.. he needs to feel your skin.

you looked down at him, halting your movements to watch him. he looked so cute, pawing your pants while whining when his shaky hands weren't fast enough. eren peered up at you through his lashes, his trembling hands on your hips.

“go on, puppy”

the brunette keened at the pet name and he pulled your pants down a little too aggressively, needy and craving to finally feel your soft skins against his. you run your dry fingers through his hair, tucking the loose strands behind his ear. when he finally tugged your pants halfway down your thighs, he moved you to your back to the seat to remove it completely then quickly worked on your top. you wanted to snicker at the utter desperation in his actions. it was cute, oddly endearing.

eren hovers above you, eyes blown wide with lust as he let out heavy pants. his eyes darkened by lust admired your exposed skin, the way your matching dainty black laced bra and panties made him want to kneel before you was embarrassing. his attention then went back to your sharp eyes and gulped. he then leaned closer and whispered a small, “kiss?”

without any other words, you grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you as your lips pressed against each other in a feverish kiss. eren hummed at the feeling of your lips and opened his mouth in submission. you purred in approval and you slithered your tongue in his mouth.

the way your hot and wet tongue twirls with his made him grind against your clothed pussy and the feeling of the ball of metal that gets caught in his tongue was making him hornier. your mound was hot and he can feel the wet patch on your thin panties.

you pushed him, to change your position, without letting your joined mouths disconnect. eren let you guide him back, moving without resistance on his end as he was perfectly content and occupied with the way your tongue moved inside his mouth.

you sat in his lap, feeling the hard nudge of his cock against your core making you sigh in pleasure. you held his face while you grind your pussy against him, the small stimulation on your clit was making you impatient. breaking the kiss, you stared at eren’s lewd face, panting with his mouth open while some spit slipped out of the corner of his mouth. “you’re so pretty,” you whispered which earned you a small whimper.

tugging off your panties, you stuffed it in his mouth successfully gagging him. eren’s loud moans now muffled by your panties and he could taste your arousal that stained the cloth, his eyes rolling back to his skull at the familiar taste.

you clicked your tongue at his dazed look, seeing he wasn’t paying attention you lower yourself onto his length. eren choked on his spit, that was pooling in his mouth, wetting your panties. his wide eyes looked up at you but it quickly closed again, getting lost in the pleasure when you continued to sink down on his cock. your wet and gummy walls sucked him in and it felt so fucking good.

you moaned when he bottomed out as you sat on his lap, his length nudging your cervix. you felt his hands on your hips, gripping your soft flesh but not moving you, knowing that you would get angry again if he did. you cooed at him, your breath getting heavier. eren waited for you, his cock twitching inside of you. fuck, just the way your pussy clench and unclench around him was making him feel so good...

when you started moving, the man slumped on the window letting you bring him to his high once again as he clutched your body against his, feeling your soft breasts pressed against his chest. you let out heavy pants at the way his thick length drag along your tight and wet walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot.

“s-shit...” you cursed and eren groaned when you rode him faster. he hid his face on your neck, his hot and sweaty skin sticking against yours. you let your hand bury in his messy tresses as the other was placed on his shoulder for support.

you adjusted your position and fully sat on his lap, your movements stopping as you listen to eren’s muffled low moans and pants. moving your hand on his back to caress his skin, you looked at him. “go on, baby. move.”

the male gripped your hips, hiking you up a bit with his strength and started thrusting inside you in a desperate manner. you let your head lean against his collarbone and your sharp and long nails scratched his back, loving the way his thick cock pumped inside of you.

your hips matched his thrusts, fucking him the way you know he likes. you straightened up, looking down at him as you bounced up and down on his dick. your car must looked like a fucking bouncy house with the way you two agressively move against each other but neither of you two cared, lost in each other to give a fuck.

you moved your hand to his lips and removed your panties from his mouth, your eyes darkened at the wet cloth and threw it without looking where it landed. your baby boy is so drool-y and messy but it’s cute, the way he gets lost in pleasure and lets you ruin him the way you like.

his pink tongue lolled out his wet mouth, his eyes rolled back to head as he fucked you, hips never faltering and thrusting into you at a constant pace that made you shiver. you gripped his cheeks making him look at you with lidded and fucked out eyes. “say ahh~” you cooed when he did as you tell him without hesitation.

gathering spit in your mouth and with a loud pew, you spit in his mouth. you watched him moan and eyes rolling back once again, his thrust getting more frantic. eren felt your spit on his tongue and god, you’re just so fucking hot.

“lemme see, eren.” he looked up at you and opened his mouth wider, tongue flattened inside his mouth. you smirked and slapped his cheeks repeatedly while you tell him how much of a good boy he is, “atta boy, you’re such a good boy~ now, swallow baby.” and he did.

you moaned when his cock twitched inside of you and started meeting his thrusts again, fucking him back. your tight pussy clenched around him making him gasp, he was still so fucking sensitive but it feels so good, he just wants more and more.

“touch me, eren” fuck, you’re so dirty. the male groaned and sneak a hand between your legs, finally touching your swollen clit. you moaned at that, it was the stimulation that you needed. eren can feel the wetness pooling down where you two are connected as he gathered some of it in his fingers to rub you easier.

“(y-y/n)... fuck, you’re so hot...” he muttered, voice raspy and husky as he massaged rough circles on your clit, the wetness on the pads of his fingers made it much more stimulating to you. you scratched his back, drawing angry red lines on his tanned skin and you bit his bruised neck.

the combination of the way eren fucked into you and the way he rubbed your clit was amazing and your orgasm was coming faster than you expected. “s-shit... just like that baby..”

he shivered, he knew what that means.. you were close, so fucking close and so was he. loud wet slapping noise filled the car along with your heavy pants and low moans and eren’s gasps and groans.

“cum inside, eren” you muttered, moans slipping past your pretty lips.

eren’s fingers rubbed frantic circles on your clit as you gasped, clenching down on his length as you cum, your body shivering at the feeling of the intense pleasure washing over you. the male beneath you trembled when he felt you cum, his own orgasm getting triggered by your wet and pulsing walls.

his loud and deep guttural moans echoed in the car along with the sound of wild thrusts, riding his and your orgasm. after a while, his tired hips slowly came to a stop as the car was filled with heavy and worn out pants while you two slumped against each other.

eren chuckled breathlessly making you peek at him and shook your head at his tired but still cheeky smile. “t-that was something else...” you heard him and you snickered.

you felt his hand stroke your sweaty back gently. when you caught your breath, you slowly straightened up, you two moaned at the slight movement when your sensitive sex got nudged a bit as he was still inside of you.

you let his softening length out of you as cum started dripping down out of you and onto his thigh and on the leather seat of your car. “shit.. that’s so hot” eren muttered, in trance, as he watched the way his and your cum dribbled out of you with a soft blush on his face.

“it’s a bitch to clean that’s what it is” you groaned when the soreness hit you. eren chortle at your words and watched you move to the front to get your stored wet wipes in the car’s compartment. his eyes then drifted to your ass and smacked it without warning. you yelped and almost got sent over the front seat. you glared back at him as you grasped the container and you sat back down.

“don’t look at me like that, babe! you were the first one who did it! i was just merely returning the favor~” eren defended himself, an annoying smirk on his lips.

you rolled your eyes and scowled at your boyfriend, “maybe you should fix yourself up. you look like a hobo.” then ignored his offended gasp as you cleaned yourself and the leather seat.

“hey! just so you know, this long and beautiful tresses always gets the girls!” eren pouted as he took the wet wipes you offered while you hum absentmindedly. “girls.. were they homeless too?”

the tall male gaped at you and whined then nuzzled his face into your neck, “take that back, you meanie!”

you chuckled and looked at him, tucking a strand behind his ear. “you’re just too easy to tease, babe”

eren huffed, a playful glare on his vibrant eyes as he leaned away from you. the male started cleaning himself as well then fixed his clothes and his hair. after fixing his hair to a more neat man bun, he looked at the floor and saw your panties and smirked. he reached down and grabbed it with a victorious glint in his eyes.

he looked over to you, listening to you grumble whilst you searched for your panties. “can i have this?”

you turned back to him and your sharp eyes drifted down to his hands where he held your panties. you rolled your eyes and tried to grab it away from him but he moved it away. you growled at his fast reflexes. “give it back”

“or what?~” he teased with the same godforsaken and annoying smirk he always has

“or i’ll kick you out of my car”

eren laughed at your words and let you snatch it away. you groaned when you felt the wet cloth then looked at him in the corner of your eyes, “look what you've done, you drool-y motherfucker...”

the brunette blushed and started defending himself, “hey! you were the one who shoved it in my mouth!”

you clicked your tongue and flung it to him which he caught with a happy but confused glint. “whatever. have it then. i have a clean pair in your dorm, right?”

“yeahhhh... clean...”

you halted your hands as you were about to wear your jeans, you glared at the unfocused male that was ogling at your panties. you then slapped his arm which earned you a yelp and a pout

“what was that for?!”

“you masturbated with my panties again?!”

“i can’t help it! it was your fault for leaving it in my room anyway!”

#shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot smut #snk smut #snk x reader #aot x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren jeager smut #eren smut #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader smut #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #eren imagines #eren imagine #eren x y/n

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harveybwabbit92 · 3 years ago

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Raihan x Journalist! Reader PT. 3

A month (and two weeks) has officially passed and you've still haven't seen hide nor hair of Raihan's girl, his phone calls, selfies and texts were more frequent now! It was often just the two of you shooting the breeze, you two seemed to have established a cozy semblance of a friendly rivalry, often Raihan telling you how his day was going and how his battles went, ranting about Leon that sort of thing...

Though sometimes it seemed like he was trying to flirt with you, of course you'd shrug it off as him joking around, and remind him that this was just a friendship of convenience, and if the questions aren't specifically about his love life then the conversation was over, however sometimes you'd slip up let him see or rather hear your vulnerable side such as when he was talking about Contests in Hoenn he saw on telly the other day. "Please!...don't talk about Contests." you pleaded suddenly feeling your stomach churn as flashes of your mother's angry face snarled and screaming at you for losing again and again played on your mind.

Raihan was silent for moment. "Are you alright?" he asked worried about your sudden outburst. "I'm n-" you caught yourself. "I'm fine, just...just don't talk about contests anymore, alright?" he hummed still worried but changed the conversation back to the bet. "Are you ready to give up yet?" You snorted of course he'd bring that up. "Nope! think by now you'd know me to be a stubborn lass" you heard Raihan snicker. "You're off by a letter." you laugh and told him to go screw himself. "Well, It's been nice talkin Rai, but it's late." you were about to sign off. "Hold on!... Look I know you said this was all business, but if your free sometime...Do you what to meet up?" your stomach drop into your feet was he asking you out? No that would be ridiculous he's already taken...

"I guess so, since we're friends, right?"

"f-Friends?"

"That's not a problem for your girlfriend is it Raihan?"

"...No! no of course She...she's fine with my having female friends, how about it?"

You swore his voice sounded forced and almost somber, you wondered if things were going okay with the elusive girlfriend? but then you looked up at your calendar... and felt your stomach knot up, you were set to write a travel column about Alola the day after tomorrow. "Uh... I can't." Raihan was bemused until you spoke up "I'm going to be going far away from Galar for a few days." You waited a couple minutes and wondered if you ran out of talk time, until Raihan found his voice

"w-What do you mean you're going away?" you explained that you'll be out working in Alola for a week. "By yourself?" He sounded worried not a surprise as people from Galar rarely leave the region, even for a vacation they usually go to the crown tundra or the Isle of armor those were the only options, and here you are going a place he's barely heard of "No, I'm taking Riot and Fritter with me, and of course there's Rhett." You say while looking for your travel bag and passport. "Rhett? w- who's Rhett?" Raihan asked now even more agitated, he's never heard of any Rhett until now!

"Oh, Rhett he's my technical assistant."

"And that's it? he's just your assistant?"

"I don't understand, what else would he be?"

"Forget it... have fun in Alola!"

Raihan hissed and hung up before you could ask why he was suddenly so pissy, You were bemused by Raihan's odd behavior when you had mentioned Rhett. he sounded off, it almost seemed like he was...jealous? Again you shook your head at how ridiculous that sounded, if anyone should be jealous it should be Raihan's mystery lady!

Like he always surrounded by screaming and adoring fans, spends all his time on his phone scrolling Combee and is often a social hot topic, what with his exhibition matches with Leon and the current Champ! that and he always wants to talk to you on his free time, a sudden shock of pain pierced your heart as a lonely feeling washed over you...

*But unlike me, she gets to see him all the time.*

A sudden yelp caused you to snap out of your thoughts, you looked down and opened the bag you were packing, to find that you accidentally packed up Fritter. "Oops, sorry sweetie!" the Applin didn't seem mad as she sensed your earlier distress and nuzzled the hand you held out to her, you forced a smile and picked her up and set her down on your desk next to Riot's ball the apple dragon silently watch you pack.

#pokemon sword and shield #gym leader raihan #raihan x reader #journalist! reader #pokemon swsh x reader

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abbatoirablaze · 3 years ago

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Fated, Chapter 12

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: slight angst, fighting, insecurities, slapping.

“Hey, where the hell are you going?” Ari asked, noticing that Curtis had stopped loading up the truck and had turned away towards the other side of the street.

“Mate!”

Ari rolled his eyes, grabbing his younger brother’s arm, “we’re not done, here, Curtis!”

Curtis watched as Ember talked to Autumn within the confines of the small boutique. He ripped his arm out of his older brother’s grasp, shooting him a glare, “Ari-“

“Curtis,” he replied, using his alpha tone as he cut him off. Curtis narrowed his eyes at his older brother. While it hadn’t affected him, he was angered at the audacity of his brother to try, “we have to get this done. Come on.”

“Just because you’re miserable doesn’t mean I have to be,” Curtis grumbled, stepping away from the truck, “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I-“

“Whatever. You know what, whatever. Go off with your little mate and fuck off,” he replied, his eyes narrowing at the bear. He turned back towards the order that was stacked against the building’s wall and went back to work, while Curtis barreled across the street. By the time he opened the door to the boutique, it was just Ember, and two very scared looking girls at the counter, who were surprised to see the big burly man inside the women’s clothing shop.

“Well look who it is,” Ember replied in a clipped tone as she looked at a dress, “you just missed her…if that’s who you’re looking for.”

“S-so she was here? I wasn’t imagining it!”

“Yup,” she agreed, popping the ‘p’. Curtis frowned as she seemed less than enthusiastic to be talking to anyone, let alone him. She was starting to imitate Ari’s pissy demanor. When he didn’t make a noise, she looked at him, stopping her perusing, “what?”

“D-did she say anything about me?”

Ember shrugged.

‘Mate doesn’t talk about us.’ Curtis’ bear roared in his head.

“Oh,” he replied sadly, his hand instantly reaching up to touch the necklace that he’d created, its only charm being the bracelet, “Okay.”

“So, she really did claim you.”

The statement caught the bear off guard, “what?”

“The bracelet…it’s hers…” she said firmly, reaching up to caress the metal ‘A’, “and you took it?”

Curtis nodded, “I found it the day I met her. What do you mean she claimed me?”

“You really don’t know anything about nymphs do you,” she laughed softly, turning around to look at another piece of clothing. Curtis didn’t answer and she smiled at him, “if a nymph is trying to court you, she can give you a gift…if they accept it, it means that they’re open to courting. She gave you a gift. She’s trying to claim you for herself. Have you given her a gift?”

“I-I’ve asked her out though…she always says no.”

“You haven’t given her a gift.”

“What?”

“Look, I’ll make it simple,” she replied, very matter of fact, “Jake and Ari gave me the necklace. Yes, I feel a mate’s pull with them, but they gave me a gift. Jake and I mated, because I knew my attractions were reciprocated. Jake gave me my necklace…I claimed Ari to keep Rain away from him.”

She pointed to the necklace which Jake had put on her the very first day, for added effect. Curtis’ brow furrowed at her, “but you haven’t mated with Ari.”

She rolled her eyes, “you two are both idiots.”

“Wait!” he pled quickly, his eyes widening as he realized that she was becoming uninterested in the conversation. He was quick to keep up with her as she moved to the next rack of clothing, “I’m just trying to figure this all out.”

“I can tell that you, nor Ari touched the necklaces. Autumn can feel that too, even though she’s not wearing hers. So, while you have her bracelet, she feels like you rejected her, and she’s refusing to be around you now. You have to give her a gift!”

“W-what about Ari?”

“What about him?” she asked.

“Why have you only mated Jake?” he asked, “Ari likes you…he’s just jealous of what-“

“Autumn already told me,” she sighed, “But that’s not anything I can solve. I put my claim mark on him to hopefully keep other nymphs at bay, but it’s not a sure thing.”

“Claim mark?” he asked, “So you two are mated?”

“Think of it like the second step in a courting process,” she answered, “I mean, really, I probably shouldn’t have marked him, because he hasn’t given me a gift either…but…I-I don’t want Rain taking my other mate too.”

“Is that why you’re angry?”

“What?”

Curtis looked at the young fire nymph, who had been angrily stalking around the store as she sorted through and picked up certain articles of clothing.

“You know about what happened before we got to you.”

“What happened?” she asked, prying. She was hoping that Curtis would blurt it out, because it wasn’t something she wanted to say out loud, “was it something I should know about?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Then my sadness is over nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he said open endedly, “you know, on the way down you seemed so happy. Excited even…but then you talked to her…what happened?”

Ember frowned. He wasn’t giving any information up and she knew that she’d have to ask about it, point blank, “Did Jake sleep with Rain?”

Curtis frowned. This was something he definitely did not want to be involved in.

“Curtis?”

“Maybe you should talk to Ja-“

“No,” she said firmly, “I’m talking to you…did Jake knot Rain?”

Curtis looked away, suddenly regretting his decision to come over to the boutique. But that was all the confirmation she needed. He could practically see the steam billowing out of her ears as she hastily picked up a few more items and then looked at him. “Are you mad?”

“Livid,” she seethed, staring at the big bear, “are you going to pay for my clothes, or do you need to get Ari?”

“I can do it,” he muttered softly, “I-I got you.”

“Jake I’m going to murder you if you don’t leave us alone.”

The younger brother looked to the lion who possessively held the water nymph on his lap as they watched a movie together. Johnny on the other side of them, promptly being ignored. Jake frowned, feeling bad because he knew that Johnny saw Rain as his, but was yet to actually receive any real attention from her aside from the day that he broke his arm.

“All I’m saying is-“

“JAKE!”

The younger wolf looked away from the couple on the couch beside him at the alpha command and throw of his aura in his direction to quiet him. And while Rain pretended to ignore Jake, she was loving the attention that he was throwing her way. Almost as much as she enjoyed how Johnny was quietly staring at her, almost like he was waiting for her to shower him with praise and attention.

Serves Ember right.

‘He still wants me even after he mated her.’

“Be nice,” Rain said lightly as she kissed Steve’s jaw. The lion looked over her features, as though he was trying to see inside her soul, then shrugged very noncommittally, “Steve.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve uttered in the direction of Jake. He refused to look at him. Instead, he opted to stroke Rain’s thigh, “I just do not appreciate my time being interrupted with my nymph…maybe you shouldn’t have let your brand new mate out of your sight if you were so intent on being around someone.”

“I don’t mind, Steve.”

“Well, I do,” he grumbled, his lion sneering at the younger alpha, “you may not understand it, but it feels like he’s reaching in on my territory.”

“Am I your territory?”

Steve paled, thinking he said something wrong to the young water nymph.

“I didn’t…that’s not-“

“I like the idea of that, Steve.” she said quickly, cutting him off. A purr rose from Steve’s throat as his fingers kneaded into the soft flesh of her thighs. Jake cringed, watching his older brother with the water nymph, his mind drifting to his own mate. And then he felt something. Something in the pit of his stomach that caused him to stand up and reach for his phone.

Sadness.

Anger.

Betrayal.

He opened his phone and dialed the number. It took a few rings, but he answered.

“What, Jake?”

“Where’s Ember?”

“She’s across the street with Curtis,” Ari grumbled angrily, “fucking asshole ditched me to go shopping with her.”

“Is she okay?”

“They look fine to me,” he replied, his breathing a little heavier than normal, “Listen, Jake. I get that the two of you are newly mated, but if I knew you were going to bug me, I would have made her stay at home.”

“Ari, I-“

“We’ll be home soon, Jake,” Ari said, cutting his brother off, “so just fucking relax, okay? You’ll be knotting your little mate again soon enough.”

Jake was worried the rest of the day. He could feel her anger and sadness across his bond, but Ari, nor Curtis had called him to tell him anything was wrong.

But he felt it even more as she burst through the door. His mate’s scent was so thick it felt palpable. The cinnamon was nearly strangling him, and it made him worried. Jake was quick to run up to inspect her, making sure she was alright, but was met with the firm tiny hand coming in contact with his cheek, “MY SISTER? MY FUCKING SISTER!”

Jake visibly paled. Had there been anything in his stomach, it would have turned.

Ember knew.

Johnny looked to his older brother from his spot on the couch, not sure if he should intervene and hold the angry fire nymph back or stay out of it. Mates arguing was never a pretty sight, and while Jake and Steve were the ones getting the attention from the nymphs currently, he was all too aware of the fact that his little nymph had been more willing to spend time around Ari than him.

“I-it meant nothing. I jus-“

“Just what?” she hissed. Her tail had since unwrapped itself from her small waist and was now firmly poking his chest with every syllable. She could feel the terror on her side of the bond, and she smirked, “what, Jake? Didn’t think that you would get caught? Didn’t think I’d find out that you knotted my sister?”

“It was before you,” he said defensively, “I-I stopped taking my pills and she was the first hole I could find…and she wanted me too. I-“

Her tiny hand cut off his words once more as she slapped him again. This time Johnny stood up, but Ember glared in his direction, her tail whipping around and pointing at his neck, “don’t even think about it, dragon boy…this is between me and my mate.”

Johnny looked to his older brother, unsure on whether or not to back off.

“I-it’s okay, Johnny.”

“Really?” Johnny asked, “because it looks like you’re getting your ass kicked by a nymph that can’t weigh more than a buck and a half soaking wet.”

“My weight is none of your concern, dragon,” she hissed, her eyes narrowing at him, “now leave us alone so my mate and I can discuss his indiscretions.”

“It’s okay Johnny,” Jake said slowly, holding his hand up to his younger brother, “we just need to talk.”

Johnny nodded, backing up slowly, pushing Curtis and Ari outside of the cabin as they had begun to walk in. She turned her attention back to her mate, “you knotted her.”

“Just like I said a minute ago, mate,” Jake replied sadly, “it was before you…had I known we would have found you…my perfect mate later, I would have never touched her…you are the only one that means anything to me, Ember.”

Jake could feel her pain across the bond, and was hesitant to reach out, but she let him touch her cheek. He could see the tears at the corners of her eyes, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly, after I met you, it didn’t seem important,” he shrugged sadly, “none of it did. I just…I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you. I swear, all that matters to me, is you, Ember. Rain doesn’t matter. Your other sister doesn’t matter. All I want is you.”

“No one else matters?”

“No one,” he confirmed. Jake noticed as her tail stopped angrily twitching and her eyes softened. Then he felt it across the bond.

Trust.

He let out a soft sigh and pulled her into his chest. She let a few quiet tears go, “I just…I don’t want you to regret mating me…n-not if you want my sister too…Rain…she…”

And she didn’t have to say it. Jake could feel the memory replaying in her head. Could see it almost like it was a movie.

He saw how she’d come down from the volcano a few years ago. She’d fallen for a woodland nymph that Autumn had introduced her to. But Rain didn’t appreciate not having the attention on her. She had stolen the being from her before she could even so much as blink. She had put her trust into someone that she barely knew, only to be betrayed by them. She had let her insecurities fall from her, let her walls be torn down, only to have to build the up higher than before.

And it was all because of Rain. All because she wanted the attention.

“I’m not that woodland nymph you fell for,” he sighed as he kissed the top of her head, “I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t even intend on breaking your heart, little mate.”

“No one ever goes out into the world intending on breaking someone’s heart like that,” she sniffled against his chest, “I-I just want to mean something to someone…and not be thrown away like a piece of trash once I’ve outlived my purpose.”

“You are everything to me, Ember,” Jake promised, pulling away from her. He looked deep into her eyes, as he wiped away her tears, “you are my everything…and I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you, mate.”

And while the two mates in the living room were reconciling, they failed to notice the scorned water nymph clinging to the banister on the stairs.

Chapter 13

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hrmng-hermitcraft · 3 years ago

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The Aftermath (2)

A Hermitcraft/3rd Life fic AO3 Link Chapter 1

Characters: Goodtimeswithscar, Grian

Relationships: Scar/Grian, can be read as platonic or romantic

I’d recommend reading chapter 1 before you read this so it makes sense!!

If Grian wasn’t on Hermitcraft, then the only reasonable conclusion was that he never left the third life server. Scar couldn’t imagine why, that server was all but empty now, save for Grian and whatever animals remained.

“He’s isolatin’ himself.” Cleo explained, when Scar had come to her with his conundrum.

“But why?” Scar asked. Everyone was fine! They were all back on Hermitcraft, safe and sound and back to normal! None of that funky color stuff!

“How’d you feel if you won?” Cleo asked.

Scar thought for a minute, puzzled. “Uhhhh, I dunno. Tired, maybe?”

Cleo sighed. “Scar, the two of you got close during your time on that server. Real close. Remember the grief you’d feel while green or yellow if someone died and it was your fault, even if it was just a game?”

“Uhhh, I didn’t stay on those colors long enough for that to happen.” Scar admitted sheepishly.

Cleo rolled her eyes, but chuckled. “Right, well then you’re just going to have to take my word for it when I tell you it happened. You were Grian’s friend, his closest ally. He might’ve won, but I’ll bet killing you to do so didn’t feel like a victory.” She explained.

Scar still didn’t quite get it. “But he can log back on to Hermitcraft and I’ll be right here! I’m fine!” He argued.

“See that’s the funny thing about feelings, especially guilt. They don’t really listen to logic, and even though Grian knows you’re fine, he doesn’t think he can face you. He doesn’t want to confront all those emotions all over again.”

Scar frowned. “Well he should stop doing that! I miss him! We have to tell him he should come back!” Scar whined.

“And how do you suppose we do that?” Cleo asked. “We’re spectators there, Scar. Ghosts. He won’t be able to hear us.”

Scar stomped his foot. “Well! We should still try!”

“Don’t get pissy with me, mister!” Cleo retorted. “You came to me looking for answers and I gave you them. Grian will come back to Hermitcraft in time, we just need to let him process. Knowin it’s a game doesn’t make him immune to the emotions that come with it.”

Scar sighed, shoulders slumped, defeated.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I yelled. I… think I might go take a nap to try and absorb all this.”

Cleo nodded, placing a comforting hand on Scar’s shoulder.

“Sounds like that might be a good idea. Get some rest, and if you need help coming to terms with any more of this, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, Cleo.” Scar smiled wearily, and readied himself to take off and fly back to his base.

When Scar returned to Larry the Snail he did not take a nap. Instead, he opened his totally legit wizard scrolls and started looking for anything concerning communicating with ghosts.

Scar’s scrolls were only marginally helpful. After all, these were scrolls written for the person on the alive side of the communication line, not the undead side.

Armed with scarcely more knowledge than he had only hours ago, Scar made his way to the former third-life server. He shivered as he felt himself go incorporeal; the server knew he’d played his part and could no longer contribute to this world.

Moving around the server was much easier as a ghost who could fly through objects, Scar realized. He reached the remains of Monopoly Mountain in no time. Seeing all the damage sure was… something. He didn’t want to dwell on it, on the remains of all he and Grian had worked for.

Scar made his way over to the bunker where he and Grian had made their final stand against Dogwarts. The massive crater, the lava pit… Scar kept moving.

Scar reached the entrance to their super secret underground tunnels. Though he didn’t need to, Scar took a deep not-breath in and plunged beneath the sand, able to see all the corridors, and decoy tunnels, and useless rooms they’d made.

There was one room Scar didn’t remember making, though. And it wasn't empty like all the others, either. This room held a bed, chest, crafting table, and a lone lantern. There was a furnace built into the wall, but even from a distance Scar could tell it was cold.

Scar slowly approached this new room. He already knew what he’d find. He knew who’d be in there. Still, he was scared. He wanted his friend to be okay, even when he knew Grian wasn’t. A small part of him had still hoped that maybe Grian was just fixing up the mountain, for old time’s and posterity’s sake. That Grian was plugging the holes and making the server into a nice, pretty world download.

He knew that wasn’t the case.

As he got closer, Scar could hear sniffling. Grian looked like he’d woken up from the worst sleep of his life, laid back down to take a nap, and then somehow slept even worse during his nap. His hair was disheveled and greasy, his eyes were red and puffy with profound bags, his face was covered in dirt and grime, and evidently some soot from the furnace (Scar was glad Grian was at least using it, hopefully that meant he was eating). His sweater was torn, revealing multiple gashes on his arms and sides, no doubt acquired while digging out this room.

“Grian…” Scar whispered, reaching out for his friend’s hand, only to have it pass right through him. Right. He’s a ghost here. Grian… can’t see him. Can’t hear him. Grian doesn’t know that he’s right there, that he’s been worried sick, that he misses his friend!

“Grian…” Scar whispers again, much closer to tears this time, much closer to giving up. He still reaches out, though he knows it’s in vain, and this time, he holds his hand steady in Grian’s own. Grian might not be able to feel it, but it helps Scar feel like he’s doing something.

Suddenly, Grian jerks back,clutching the hand Scar “held” to his chest.

“Who’s there?!” He shouts, a few rogue tears rolling down his cheeks, and Scar’s heart breaks all over again.

Grian sounds… broken. Like shattered fragments of his former self. His voice is full of suspicion, mistrust, anger, and grief.

“Which of you ghosts didn’t go home?! You’re not supposed to be here anymore!”

Scar reaches out and cups Grian’s face as best he can. He swipes his thumbs under the tears, even though he knows his fingers will only pass right through them. He wants to be solid, he wants to hold Grian, he wants to dry Grian’s tears and run his fingers through his hair, hold him close and ask him to please, please come home.

Grian freezes when he feels the stark coolness of the ghost’s touch, processing how gentle it would be, were it corporeal.

“…Scar?” Grian asks, uncertain. He sits there for a moment, in Scar’s ghostly arms, before pulling away.

“No, no no nonono,” Grian repeats, shaking his head as he crawls back onto his tattered bed.

“It can’t be. You. You should be back on hermitcraft, you should be happy, playing with all the other hermits and building your crazy machines. You… you shouldn’t be here, you can’t be here! Why come back to spectate a dead world?!”

Grian pauses a moment, wiping at his face furiously with his frayed sweater sleeves.

When he next speaks, it’s quiet. So quiet that Scar almost doesn’t catch what Grian says.

“I miss you, Scar.”

Scar can’t take it, he doesn’t care if he's just a ghost here, he surges forwards to hug Grian as best he can.

“I miss you too, I miss you too, please come home, Grian. The server isn’t the same without you. I miss having you as my neighbor, and teasing you about the back of your base, and building with you, I miss you I miss you I miss you, Grian, please come home!”

“I… Scar?!” Grian startles, pulling back.

Scar pauses. Does… Grian “hear” what he says when they touch?

Well, only one way to find out! Scar reaches out with both hands, doing his best to hold both of Grian’s, and thinks and says with as much conviction as he can muster,

“Grian, please come home.”

Grian’s tears start to flow freely again. Slowly, he gets up from his curled up position on his bed and grabs his lantern. He makes his way down the corridor, leaning against the wall for support.

Grian moves the sandstone blocks at the entrance to the underground tunnels, blinking at the sudden brightness. He walks over to Monopoly Mountain, realizing that the staircase has long since been destroyed, and he’s going to need to take the hard way up.

Grian starts climbing. It’s a slow process, but his feet are steady and his grip is firm. Finally, Grian makes it to the top of the mountain as the sun sets. He places his lantern on Pizza’s grave, paying his final respects to their beloved llama.

Grian takes a deep breath. He wipes his palms on his sweater and runs his hands through his hair, as if he can’t believe what he’s about to do.

Suddenly, Grian breaks into a run. Scar’s seen him run before. This is fast, even for Grian. He makes the length of what remains of Monopoly Mountain in no time at all, nearing closer and closer to the edge. One final step, and Grian launches himself off the side of the mountain, falling, falling, falling, and-

Grian wakes up, in his starter base on Hermitcraft, the familiar scent of his wooden hobbit hole reaching him, and Scar sitting on a shulker box right next to him.

For a moment, Grian is speechless. He doesn’t know what he should say, if anything. He doesn’t know what Scar expects of him. Hell, he doesn’t even know if Scar was really there, with him in his last moments on the third-life server, or if he’d finally gone crazy from loneliness!

Grian takes a deep breath. “Scar, I-”

Scar immediately cuts him off with a hug, the kind of hug only Scar can give, warm and safe, sturdy and supportive, offering refuge and smelling of pine.

“You’re home,” Scar breathes, “you’re home, Grian. You’re home.”

#hermitcraft #Third Life #goodtimeswithscar #grian #scarian #angst #happy ending #hurt/comfort #uhhhhh if i should tag anything else please lmk

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woahajimes · 4 years ago

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So I have this little headcanon (well,,,, not really a headcanon but more of a nice-to-think-about headcanon because it would never happen but it’s- like the title- nice to think about so im sharing it here) in which they’re all going to the beach in this sorta mini-van that bruce rented. And take in mind that this is the wayne family, but at the same time most people that wear a bat on their chest,,,, so they had to whack some things up.

BUT ANYWAYS, it was Bruce’s dumbass idea to buy a van and call it a road-trip, and honestly? no one was ready. That usually happens with big families, even with one that has most kids over 18. And how everyone was on board with the idea doesn’t matter because this is my headcanon and they are all now squished in a minivan and there are bags in the back and towels in the seats and there’s a cooler on top because it didn’t fit.

and just for reference the van was like SMALL. it was sort of like the school buses but way smaller, so they’re like buses in which there are three seats in front, driver, and then like two others (the middle one doesn’t really count because that’s where you put waterbottles and stuff). There’s a sort of space in the back, where you usually put the backpacks (these are like elementary school buses and every single kid has those backpacks with wheels and it’s a pain in the ass-) and then there is another set of four seats (that’s more like a sofa but no armrest- god please have patience there is literally not a single image on google im trying to be specific- and those are facing the back of the bus (so the backrest (?) is facing the place with the bags).

THEN we have another seat that’s close to this one but facing the opposite way but it’s only THREE seats so there’s a space for the next row of three seats and then there’s the back one that’s four again.

In conclusion, you can fit 18-ish people, driver counted.

and continuing with my story, it’s Bruce driving, Alfred as shotgun, a water-bottle or two in the middle, the bags in their respective places... and then...

disaster.

Babs is the only one sitting in the four-seat closer to the bags, harper is in the three-seat, Dick is there as well.

and then there’s the rest. Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, Tim, Damian, they’re all screaming in the back and they’re throwing towels around and there’s an “OW! THAT WAS MY HAIR YOU DICKHEAD!” and a “THAT’S MINE!” and so many other things because. the back of the bus, it’s cURSED. And Bruce is just driving with a strained smile because he wants so badly to turn around and throw a waterbottle at each of their heads to get them to shut up (of course, it wouldn’t work because not even god can calm down the back of the bus)

Tim and Jason somehow get into this argument of how tim ‘has no friends’ and Tim shoots back that in fact he DOES, that he’s calling them right this instant. And bruce doesn’t even have a chance to yell at them, because now there’s a speedster and a cloned kryptonian right beside the moving minivan and Bruce is lowkey freaking out because none of them (the ones in the van and the ones out) are wearing their superhero costumes, and then Tim is just with his hands pressed on the window and he’s like practically banging the glass and waving and they can’t hear him but he’s like “HEY! HEY HYE HEY YOU GUYS MADE IT!!!” and then dick is just telling them to cut it out and slow down because you know, identities, and Steph is like HOLY SHIT THEY DID MAKE IT and Damian is just sitting upside down with his legs in the backrest off the seat and Duke is in the same position, making fun of Damian because his feet don’t reach.

Kon and Bart seem to get the hint because they slow down, but not before bart has literally jumped towards the MOVING VAN and vibrated through (i’m like 99% sure he is able to do that so-) and then he literally landed on Tim (tim actually softened his fall, because Tim’s back literally made a ~crack~ sound by hitting somebody’s knee) and stood up real quick and then started waving and laughing at kon, who was now running normal-speed beside the van.

And then bruce went FASTER and kon was like WHAT THE HECK OLD MAN and he can’t use his powers so he’s literally running behind the van and bart is laughing his ass off and then tim is like “BRUCE STOP THE VAN!” and then Bart is already calling cassie and telling her what happened and you can hear cassie laughing from over the phone and then Tim is just yelling at bruce in the background. Bruce eventually DOES stop, and Tim opens the door for him and Kon crawls in and Bart’s still laughing, and he’s practically leaning onto Dick and Harper, and they’re squished together and bart’s just laughing on the phone while Kon sits on the really far end of the opposite seat (practically on the door) so he’s the furthest from babs as possible because he’s actually terrified of her. Tim is just sorta awkward because he now realizes that he was a bit TOO excited to see kon, and then the back of the bus/van is staring at them and like what the hell and then Tim goes “who doesn’t have friends, huh?”, and Jason goes ‘pfft’ and he calls roy but he’s spending time with lian; he calls artemis and she goes, “but wasn’t this a family trip? what do you need me for?”, SO jaosn calls bizarro and then he barely answers the phone when bizarro goes “RED HER SAID NO. BYE” so Jason slumps and it’s quiet for a second when steph goes “is that GUM IN MY HAIR”. And then jason laughs and its chaos all over again. (i might make a ‘things that were heard from the back of the road trip bus post bc i have so many ideas oh my god)

and then they are at the beach, the bus barely stops and there’s a few bags thrown out the window, and people yelling at Kon to open the door, and Kon not being able to work under pressure so tim opens it and everyone’s pushing each other and Steph has an uneven strand of hair, because Damian went to ‘extreme measures’ and cut it so now steph’s hair is uneven and they were going to keep cutting it “to make it even” but then Alfred was like “you’re all going to clean the van afterwards so think carefully” and then nobody did anything and there’s literally a ziploc bag with steph’s strand of hair (damian didn’t even cut to where the gum was, he cut even FURTHER but yes, the gum is in the bag).

As I was saying, they get out of the van, and the bags are out and Bruce has NO IDEA what to do. none. It’s alfred that rents a tent and then Damian’s chasing duke into a random restaurant’s changeroom and showers and then cass is dragging harper that’s dragging steph that’s dragging jason and tim is getting the bags with Kon and bart and bart realizes that he doesn’t have a swimsuit and then he stops walking and Kon seems to realize too and it’s like OH MAN and they can’t run back (because no powers, rule set by bruce when two super-powered bros came in the bus) and They’ recarrying the bags to this tent (do you guys know what im talking about? i feel like we’re imagining completely different things- it’s this but much more people and there’s a bunch of people selling stuff like sunglasses and doign hair, piercings, tattoos even - for the tattoos thing it’s just promo for an actual shop they don’t tattoo you in the actual beach - ) and It’s literally Kon, tim and bart carrying the bags (which they CAN carry between the three, it’s not like they packed up half the manor) and then a minute later or so Steph is sprinting towards Tim and she’s yelling something Tim can’t understand and then Steph points at her bag (that tim’s carrying) and she screams something like “SAND! HOT!” and then she’s like high-knee-ing/sprinting even faster and Cass is just walking barefoot in the sand, super calm, but she’s got Harper on her back. Damian and Duke are racing towards the shadow (because the sand is cooler there), and next thing you know Jason’s aready in the tent with a coconut.

And if you haven’t thougth about how the Batfam would be in the beach then let me tell you, you don’t have enough spare time because i know for a FAT FACT that:

It was Jason that insisted on Bruce buying sand toys (a whole bag, i swear)

Damian tried coconut water, didn’t like it all that much (altho he loves the inside- idk what it’s called but it’s edible i swear)

Bruce put on an excessive amount of sunscreen

Duke has swimming trunks with the robin logo just to piss damian off (also Damian has matching ones but with the batman one)

Steph, Cass and Harper rented a banana boat (here’s a picture) and they dragged Jason and Tim along, just to toss them off in the end

Jason 1000% got stung by a jellyfish

Bruce bought like seven friendship bracelets from this guy that made them because they looked deadass cool

They played beach volleyball and let me tell you Damian can throw a really mean overhand serve (actually, i don’t think you THROW a serve, but like,,, serve one-)

dick got buried in the sand, courtesy of Jason

bart was pissy because he couldn’t go in the water, so he and Kon sprinted with normal speed (they both had water-proof anklets that sucked their powers, so it was REALLY a no-powers vacation, courtesy of Bruce, again.)

the only ones in stock were neon, and they settled real quick so now theyre sprinting back and cardying a bag of keychains they thought looked rad as hell and now tim caught up to them and all three are practically skipping towards the water

,,,,they forgot to put sunscreen on.... all of them,,, they forgot....

tim made a sand castle

in teams of two (kon/bart, tim/cass, duke/harper, steph/jason, dick/damian) got on each other shoulders and basically spent five minutes trying to see who would be the last team standing, splashing water everywhere and stuff

first team to go down was Dick and damian, because steph pushed damian and by trying to keep himself on Dick's shoulders, damian accidentally poked dick's eye (sort of CLAWED in so you know what i mean).

second team to go down was steph and jason, because damian doesnt play fair and so he swam down and literally just scratched Jason's ankle, knowing damn well that the jellyfish sting was there. Jaosn shrieked and steph lost her balance. so much for vigilantes at night with stealth and talent, huh.

third team to go down was tim and bart because kon insisted on being on bart’s shoulders and that’s easy peasy because i mean, bart’s not WEAK, but he’s not TALL either and it’s not like Kon weighs a feather and they’re on the deeper side,,,,, you can imagine the rest

Now there’s two teams, and they call it a tie because otherwise someone’s gonna end up injured (altho tim likes to say that he and cass won)

There’s music playing in the background, with really vulgar lyrics that alfred disapproves of, but you know. It’s not his beach.

THIS IS REALLY JUST A SCREAM POST SORRY IT’S NOT WHAT YOU GUYS SIGNED UP FOR BUT TAGLIST ANYWAYS: @red-hood-redemption @screennamealreadyused @bikoncon @catxsnow @thesporklecat @thesesickfics-justmakemesick @hauntingsonofrobin anddd i think i forgot someone sorry

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80s4life · 3 years ago

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The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Word Count: 4,438

Status: Not Requested

Fandom: Back To The Future 1985

Relationship: Biff Tannen x Female Reader

Summary: As time is altered for a total of 2 weeks (I extended it slightly), you and Marty struggle to get his parents under control, having problem after the next. But, when an unexpected solution occurs, you find yourself willingly okay with it, soon finding the exact reason as to why.

Warnings: language, fluff, Biff being a dick, slight angst, cute Biff

Masterlist Back To The Future Masterlist

Prompts: (from this list @youneedsomeprompts)

Y/C/S= Your Choice of Sport/ Your Chosen Sport (you don’t have to honestly play one, just choose one you like or one that comes to mind)

{gif and prompts are not mine, gif credits go to @backtothefuturemovies and credits were given above for prompts!}

No one ever said time travel was fun. No one ever said the job was easy. And no one sure as hell told you the consequences that come with it. Well, at least not before you, and your best friend, Marty McFly, had gone dead-on through a barn, sacred a neighboring family of ‘alien invasion,’ run into younger McFly parents, and altered time just enough to fuck you over for a few days.

I mean, who would’ve guessed right? Your mom just so happens to be romantically interested in you, their child. Well, that was at least in Marty’s case. For you, you had just managed to run into the biggest dickhead of the century, Biff Tannen. Or so you thought?

Making your way out of bed, you automatically go to where Marty was sleeping in the garage, waking him along with Doc up. The go-to plan for the day was to go undercover as usual students in the 50′s, secretly following Marty’s parents around, finding out where they lie in this part of time, and try to find ways into manipulating them together once more in time for Marty and you to get back home. Easy enough, right?

Groaning, Marty goes to slap your hands away weakly, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Just a few more minutes.’ You giggle slapping his hands back in an attempt to wake him up cheerily. Mornings weren’t really your forte either, so any upbeat wake-up is better than a pissy, tired, horrible morning.

Doc, on the other hand, was happy to return the affection, getting out of bed to give a quick hug and kiss to the forehead. Then he makes his way over to the bed, going to tickle Marty’s feet as you go to tickle his sides. Finally, in a fit of laughter, Marty gets up and goes straight for the bathroom. You were going to argue him, having to use the bathroom first, but decide to just leave it be, heading for the makeshift kitchen instead.

You smile fondly as Doc and Marty play around a while later, wrestling about, cracking jokes. It was only just a few hours ago that you and Marty had witnessed the untimely death of the currently very lively man in the house. Witnessing the blood loss, the machine gun in action, and the bullets that whizzed pass with only one malicious intent: to kill. But he’s here now; he’s safe and sound, having many years until that date will arrive.

With the freshly cooked smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes, the boys straighten up, Doc clearing his throat in an attempt to organize himself, and Marty leaving his shirt ruffled as he follows the smell of deliciousness. You giggle as both men of different ages act exactly the same, piling their plates high and digging in, giving thanks through mouthfuls.

///LATER///

After breakfast had finished, you and Marty made your way to the school, not wanting to be late, and, quite frankly, not wanting to miss a second in the disaster we’re in, wanting to fix it as soon as possible. Upon entering, the building erupts in laughter, tears, screaming, perfume, cologne, aftershave, and lots and lots of both testosterone and estrogen. Fucking high school, you smile.

Going to “your locker” right besides “Marty’s,” you both place the books and supplies that are unneeded inside it and take only the things you need for the first two classes, somehow having those together. As Marty catches glimpse of his father, George McFly, he winks at you, moving to catch up to him. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn back towards your locker, just barely missing a group of young men some ways down the hallway, locking eyes with a particularly taller man, towering almost everyone in the halls.

You pay no mind, however, being blindsided by three girls your age. Instantly, you recognize the one right in front as Lorraine, Marty’s mother. Smiling nervously, your cheeks tint only a little, being unprepared to see her so quickly, not yet having a plan made up on how you could help tackle the situation with Marty.

“Hiya! I’ve never seen you before, are you new here? I’m Lorraine Baines, and you are?” she asks cheerfully, her books clasped tightly to her chest.

Taking an obnoxiously long time staring dumbfounded, you finally realize you haven’t spoken, quickly recovering with newfound purpose and confidence, “Ah, yes! I am new here! Sorry, I’m just trying to get used to this place a tiny bit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well that’s quite alright, you can come with us!” she says once more in a cheery tone, taking you by the arm and lacing her arm around yours, locked elbows. You smiled, knowing exactly where Marty’s cheerful and people-person nature had come from. Walking down the halls, she had asked for my schedule, checking classes to see what we had together, “English, History, and Agriculture- Hey! You should try out for cheer leading!”

Shaking your head lightly, “Nah, I’m more of a Y/C/S myself to be frank.”

“But...We don’t have that sport here? There are no girls sports at all actually...” Lorraine says confused. You go to cover it up, choosing to say it was a sport you play for fun at home, in the backyard. However, a beefy arm separates you momentarily from her, as the owner of the harm moves to pin her to the lockers.

You were going to walk away, figuring it was some sort of make-out session in the works, but upon looking at her before going, you notice that the man was absurdly unwanted.

“Get your meathooks off me Biff!” she screams at the man, his huge form towering her much smaller one. Not taking the message, the pair continue to squabble, neither of them being successful in winning. The warning bell sounds over the halls and classrooms, alarming kids to get their asses moving, but it seems whoever this dick is, he feels he is greater than the school, and god forbid, knowledge.

“Hey, you do realize your not making a damn bit a difference, right? She’s not interested! And, quite frankly, it seems as if no one does! Now, if you don’t mind, could you please be kind enough to unhand her as some of us treasure a piece of mind and how to take a hint?” you finish, quite ticked off as the last bell warns, cursing under your breath as you already know your in for detention on the first day.

It finally seems that he’d caught a grip, thankfully, letting go of Lorraine’s arm and she quickly scurries out of his proximity, taking your hand to lead you to the class you both needed to be in. As you go to walk in, you are stopped by the teacher, scolding both you and Lorraine. Looking at her regrettably, she smiles defeated. So you decide to do what’s right, take the fall.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know where to go as I was trying to find where all of my classes were before I ended up lost every time classes switch. I caught up to Lorraine here at some point, and as she was hurrying to this class, she was kind enough to show me where I needed to be,” you finish, sighing guiltily.

“Well, as you’ve taken acknowledgment to your mistake, then you’d be just as happy with detention. After school, on Friday, as the first week is extremely busy. As for you, Miss Baines, thank you for your help. You are off the hook for now,” the older gentleman finishes, nodding to each of you personally before turning around and beginning just one of the classes you’d have today. This is going to be fun!

///LATER///

Finally, after grueling hours of just a few of your classes, lunchtime had came round, giving you a slight break. Catching sight of Lorraine, you smile and wave, going in the direction of Marty, or Calvin Klein, as you’d heard Lorraine go on and on about. You’d known it was him the second she’d said it, the brand not yet known to man yet; or at least in this timeline, it wasn’t.

As time had went on, it was only natural for the peace to be broken, as a newly familiar face was starting to appear more and more, Biff Tannen, as you’d known his name by now. But, instead of heading towards Lorraine, he makes his way over to the table you were residing with George and Marty, sitting himself right beside you.

At first, you were trying to ignore him, knowing his presence was there, but keeping your eyes trained on either Marty or George, eyes dancing between the two. Biff, being the everlasting child he was, tried to catch you attention, trying stupid ass things after the other: kicking your shins, pulling your ears of hair, flicking your head, and even trying to tug on the 50′s style dress you’d been forced to wear to play your part.

Only when he goes to tug your hair once more is when you finally snap, turning a furious glare to the hulking figure beside you, shoving his shoulder in a feeble attempt to create distance. He giggles at this, his body not moving an inch at all. “You can’t be serious right now! You don’t know when to quit it, do you?!” you scream, fed up with his shit.

“Well, if you’d give me the human decency of turning your head when I’m trying to talk to you, then I wouldn’t have to pester you, now would I?” he asks in a teasing tone, no doubt taunting you, but all you do is stare him down, getting lost in a staring contest, daring him to say something again. “Alls I wanted to say was that we have detention together. Just thought I’d let you know since you got me in all that trouble this morning.”

“Why you-!” And with that, he gets up with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, prancing out of view and back to the table he and his gang usually sit. Watching the whole interaction, George smirks at Marty, the pair giving an unspoken mutual agreement to whatever they had both caught on to, bursting into fits of laughter moments later.

“You have a longer tolerance than I do, I-I-I’ll tell you that much,” George says, his usual slight stutter back in place, Marty laughing once more. As George joins in again, you couldn’t fight it either, giving into the childish antics.

///LATER///

To say your week had gotten any better than the first day was a lie. It hadn’t gotten any better, and your meetings with Biff at lunch had only gotten all the more common and all the more infuriating. He’d made it his duty to agitate you in any ways possible, even resulting in whispering something nagging in your ear when you weren’t paying attention, usually doing something in your locker.

Either way, he was on the countdown to Friday, it being constantly on his mind, mentally counting down the days, hours, minutes, and even seconds until the two of you were locked in a room alone.

Unfortunately, that day had seemed to come way faster than you’d like, Friday rolling around quite quickly. School had finished, and you were making your way to the front office, awaiting a tiring 2 hours with only yourself and Biff as company for the time being. You hadn’t known where the room was, and instead of spending time looking for it, you gave up and looked for the office instead, the nice front desk lady leading you where you needed to go.

Upon entering the room, there was Biff in his prime, casually spread across his chair, legs crossed atop his desk nearest the windows. Sighing, you ignore him, deciding to sit on the opposite side of him, the front desk lady giving you a sympathetic smile before she closes the door behind her. You look at the wall, head turned away from him like the plague.

You knew it’d only last so long until he’d speak, the time coming way faster than you pleased. Given it was Friday, you couldn’t even do homework or even study in order to block him out as he started to blabber, running his mouth over stupid shit once more. Inhaling through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth slowly, you straighten in your seat, hands clutching the desk so tight, your fists turned white.

“Biff, Sweetheart, Baby, Doll Face, Hun. Please. PLEASE. Shut up for five god damn seconds. I know you truly have nothing to say, so why do you insist on speaking so much?” you finally say, hands prying off the desk to turn in his direction exasperated.

“Well, if you’d just talk to me, Shortcake, I wouldn’t have much to say at random,” he answers, copying your actions and posture. With this change in childish demeanor, you give in, laughing at him in an unexpected rush, running your hands through your hair tiredly.

Although you hadn’t seen it, he’d smiled in satisfaction upon seeing you laugh, the glitter in your eyes much more captivating than it ever was when he looked at Lorraine. He hadn’t barely pestered her since you’d barreled into his life. It was weird, but he welcomed it with open arms. And for the first time, he learned what it was like to have an actual, clammy-handed, closed throat, warm, cheek-tinted, teenage crush. A crush that left his heartbeat loud and fast, breathing ragged and uneven, and his behavior out of character and out of his control. Lorraine was way under whatever level he’d placed you on, holding you up on a pedestal like you were the sun or sky.

Of course, you hadn’t taken notice to his antics, just thinking he was annoying. Just Biff being his notorious self. But, as you finally calm your breathing down, the giggles fading, you decide to give him a chance, knowing that sitting in silence is just going bore you. Smiling warmly, you say, “So what do you want to talk about then?”

///LATER///

Grabbing your bag, you get out of your seat, giggling at a story Biff had told you. He follows your lead as well, getting his own as he lets out a bark of laughter at a certain part. You guys looked like idiots as you shoved each other down the halls, making your way out of the school as your detention had came to a close. Sighing as the warm sun radiated on your skin with the light, spring breeze, you stretch out any kinks the classroom chairs and desks had left. Biff watched you intently, your small body easily swallowed by his shadow beside you.

The sun was setting and it was getting late, although you weren’t concerned. The boys knew you wouldn’t be home ‘til late due to the detention you had initially despised. Now, you and Biff were side by side, walking peacefully to his car in the school’s parking lot. For once, he was quiet, great company to have. It was something else for sure, but you enjoyed it. As you came up towards Doc’s place, you’d realized that Biff had drove you home like a gentleman, too lost in the conversation to notice earlier on.

Sheepishly, you itch the back of your neck, realizing your mistake and feeling guilty for making him walk all this way to now have to walk all the way home. “Ah- Sorry...I didn’t realize I’d dragged you all the way out here. Now you have to drive all the way back.”

“It’s no problem, really. I liked it. It’s nice to talk to someone other than the guys every now and then. And to have A female speak to me instead of screaming,” he answers, now being the one who is a bit shy.

“You do know that you bring that on yourself right?” you say teasingly, now leaning your head on your hands, propped up on the passenger side door. “Not every girl would want to kick you in the groin if you showed a little more respect, “ you finish off with a smile.

“Yeah...Yeah I know. I’ll try harder, I swear.”

“That’s all I ask,” you say with a wink, drumming your hands on the door as you take a step back, waving as you start walking down Doc’s driveway.

“Hey!” Biff calls from the car, stopping you in your tracks to turn around, facing him with a smile. “Uhm- Well- The Enchantment Under the Sea Dance is coming up next week...Would you mind being my date?” he asks, stuttering as he feels his cheeks heat up, nervous as hell.

“I’d love to!” you answer, turning back around to walk into the house. Biff does a little fist bump as he puts the car back in gear, excited for what is to come.

///

Marty was a little less than amused with this newfound knowledge once entering the door and going over the events of the day. It was only when Doc had suggested that the date with Biff would keep him away from Lorraine, giving George the freeway to attract her long enough for their True Love’s Kiss. Then, and only then, did Marty give the okay, shaking his head, but liking the fact that it’ll give George some time, being the nerd that you know and love.

///Enchantment Under the Sea Dance///

Checking yourself over in the mirror for the final time, you let out a nervous yet satisfied sigh, feeling like an absolute princess. You never minded dresses too much, although you couldn’t deny the fact that normal pair of shorts, jeans, or even leggings were your first choice. All that mattered was that you liked the dress you were wearing, it fit you; it was your favorite color, length, and strap(less) type to hold everything in.

Walking out, you grab the pair of heels to match, knowing that you couldn’t get away with sneakers in this generation, painfully grimacing at the reminder. Finally standing, you recount when you had gotten the dress just a few days ago, having gone with Lorraine and the her two friends, Babs and Betty. They were very endearing and supportive the whole time, you not having to worry about being “to picky” as they were just the same. You ended up loving the dress given that you’d taken the time without pressure.

As you walked into the main room of the garage, you heard a low whistle of Marty, Doc slapping him on the back of the head for it. Giggling, you curtsy and spin in the dress. Doc, the gentleman he always was, compliments you, “You look amazing, my dear. Let’s hope this boy deserves it, hmm?”

As an answer, you hug him tightly, knowing that, by the end of the night, he will be nothing but a dead man at home, in a lonely, dark parking lot. Your eyes tear up just at the mere thought of it, clutching him tighter. Marty seems to be on the same wavelength, going to interrupt the moment with great urgency, trying to pass him a piece of paper.

“Marty, if this has anything that involves my future, do not. And I repeat, DO NOT try to hand it to me. Whatever happens, happens young man. That’s how the world works,” he says in a warning tone. You wanted to disagree, but you knew the truth that was laced beneath it, as if it was a punishment. You whimper instead, pulling him in tighter; Marty looking down in defeat, soon switching to anger. In the midst of it, he storms out of the garage, getting in the car to go pick up who you’d hope was Lorraine for the dance.

“Just let him go...” you start, sadness evident, “He’s just not very happy with the outcome of what the future has in store for you. Quite frankly, neither am I.”

“I’m sure whatever the outcome is, that I wanted to go with it, dear. I assure you, I’m fine,” Doc answers in a consoling tone, wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. You knew it was just a mask, no one wants death, but you knew he needed to go no matter how much you hated it. So you nod, not having to say much more as a honk sounds from outside.

“That’s Biff...”

“Have a great time! Make sure the McFlys kiss!” Doc screams, following out of the garage, scolding Biff from behind you.

“Yes sir!” you scream back, saluting him as you take a seat in the passenger.

///

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Biff says after a while, finally working up the courage to speak.

“Thank you Biff. And you look handsome yourself,” you giggle, the car pulling into the lot.

He shuts the engine, grabbing his keys from the ignition and closing the door, making his way around to you as you let yourself out to straighten yourself out. He takes your hand as he leads you to the entrance of the dance, you sighing in relief as you catch a glimpse of Marty pulling up in a car with Lorraine. Finally, you relax, grasping on Biff a little lighter and with more meaning now as you have the night to yourselves. He smiles down at you as you wrap your arm within his, something Lorraine does with you quite often.

With the party in full blast, you let loose with the music, dancing and joking around with Biff. At some point, however, he says he needs a drink and will be right back. Although, he doesn’t seem to actually come back. You’d thought you’d seen him spiking the punch just as few moments ago.

Just as you were going to in the direction of the hallways to the rest of the school, you notice Match, one of Biff’s friends, storming out of the gym through an exit. Taking your bets, you follow behind him, soon being greeted by a huge commotion of screams, all of them from familiar people. Biff was in a car with Lorraine, her dress pulled and taken off in parts. He was no doubt about to do something stupid, the fact pissing you off, saddening you in some ways as well.

The others that were screaming were also George and Marty, the pair trying to get Biff to stop before he regrets it. He doesn’t listen, unfortunately, until your voice booms over the rest, “Biff!”

His head snaps instantly in your direction, the situation dawning on him the instant he looks at your face. You hadn’t meant to portray your emotions so clearly, but your face had shown such distraught and hurt. He lied. He had gotten over Lorraine, yet the moment she was alone, he runs right back to her.

With his momentary change of focus, George finally steps in, “You get your filthy hands off of her!” finishing with a blow to the jaw that knocks Biff off balance.

Marty looks to you sadly, but tries to smile in cheers as George and Lorraine leave together, motioning that he was going to follow them just in case. You nod, looking down now as your play with your fingers. You didn’t know what to do now as the only reason you were really here was for Biff. You weren’t needed for Lorraine and George, you knew Marty had it.

You decide to make your way home then, as there was nothing else you could do. Dances were just drags anyway, nothing worth while. “Your just going to leave? Just like that?” asks a deep voice, his body having gotten back off the pavement and stood by the car he was pinned against.

Without turning, you answer his question with another, “Why not? There’s nothing left here for me is there?”

“And why wouldn’t there be?” Biff asks once more, no doubt ticking you off at his usual teasing tone.

“Well, let’s see. You. You asked me to the dance as your plus one. I came here as your date. We have a good time, we dance, we talk, and then you come up with an ‘Oh I need a drink’ charade, not returning. Then, I come to find my date in the parking lot, about to get his licks in on a woman he was apparently over with! So tell me, what is left here for men here, Biff?” you finish, tears pooling your eyes over the time, although you don’t let the fall, keeping them there.

He looks guilty, you can see it, but you don’t care. Your not in the wrong this time. But, as your blood starts to cool down, you do notice the look in his eyes, the change in his demeanor, and the utter remorse that has overcome him. He has his head down, fists clenched at his sides, body stock still. He doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is that he’d fucked up.

“Or was this your fabulous way of telling me that you love me?” you finally ask, eyes moving to look up at him in a teasing manner.

He hadn’t expected you to speak, head snapping up to meet your gaze in confusion. Being as you’d looked at him with a glint in your eyes, he finally lets everything click together; you’d forgiven him. His face heats up in bashfulness however, as your words resonated within him as well, hand going to itch the back of his neck again.

You giggle, walking up to him now, hands going to his collar. Pulling him down, he gazes at you in amazement, his own hands falling to rest on your waist. Then, you crash your lips to his, pulling him ever closer. It takes him a moment to get the hang of it, soon pulling you closer to himself as well. Lifting you slightly, he sets you on the hood of his car, the height difference a definite stretch for him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, you were perfect. Just the same as he was perfect for you.

#biff tannen x reader #bttf #back to the future #biff tannen imagine #bttf imagine #back to the future imagine #thomas f. wilson #crispin glover #george mcfly #christopher lloyd #dr. emmett brown #doc brown #doc #michael j. fox #marty mcfly #lea thompson #lorraine baines

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horanghaes-gaze · 3 years ago

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“We’re on a Mission” - Renjun fluff

Word Count: 1728

Genre: Fluff, a bit of crack/humor

Warnings: none

Notes: Here it is! The Renjun fluff is finally done and up, so I hope you guys enjoy it. As always, requests are open as well as my inbox in general, so feel free to send in something. And if you’re going to request, please remember to make sure that you read the rules and things to know post on my page before you do. Thank you so much, and once again, I hope you enjoy~~

"Are you staring?" Jaemin asked Renjun, who was indeed staring at you.

"No, of course not..." he looked towards his friend who could tell he was lying, anyone could from the look on his face. Jaemin dismissed it, not really paying much attention. Renjun however was still feeling a bit sour, his mind still focused on you. He honestly just accepted the fact that you are out of his league since you're beautiful, amazing, and talking to a guy with your cute smile that you do when- wait. No. It can't be. Or at least, he doesn't want it to be. Is that guy really trying to ask you out and expecting a yes? There's no way you're going to- oh, she said yes... Well this was a predicament. He's been too scared to ask you out for the past year that he forgot that another person could ask you out, which just happened right in front of him. Great, just great.

"Did you get dumped or something? You're more pissy than usual today" Haechan teased, only being half-serious. Half because he would never actually make fun of Renjun getting dumped, but the other half being serious because Renjun was being a little on edge.

"Mind your own business, Donghyuk"

"Ooh, he used your government name too" Chenle laughed at Haechan.

"Ugh", Renjun simply let out as he slumped on the floor of the practice room. He couldn't get the thought of how happy you looked getting asked out earlier out of his head. It bothered him even more since it wasn't him who asked you out, and also because you said yes to the other guy.

"Is it about that girl you were staring at earlier?" Jaemin chimed in.

"Oooooh a girl? Renjun and a girl? Do give details" Haechan said, wanting to know more.

Jaemin explained to the other five how for the past two months, he noticed Renjun staring or sneaking glances at you quite a bit. Renjun glared at him the whole time, not wanting to admit he had fallen for you, and that he had fallen deep... for the past year now. He also didn't want to admit that you had called him your "sweetest friend" one day when having lunch together. Mark, trying to be a bit helpful and not wanting to embarrass the younger boy further, spoke up.

"Why don't you ask her out? I'm sure she'll say yes, and if she doesn't then that's her loss”

Renjun groaned before speaking.

"Someone already did earlier, and I've been chickening out for a year now, and on top of all that, she called me her 'sweetest friend' at lunch one time" he buried his face in his hands.

"You already got friend-zoned, what a loser- ow!" Haechan doubled over in pain.

"Don't listen to him, he doesn't mean it" Jeno gave his signature eye smile after elbowing the aforementioned male.

"Oh wait, y/n? Like, the really pretty one? That y/n?" Mark spoke again.

"Yeah... that y/n" Renjun buried his face further into his hands, if it was even possible to hide that much more.

"Why don't you just ask her out?"

"...too scared" Renjun timidly said.

"Why?"

"Because she's her and I'm...me" he simply explained.

"Dude, come on, we'll help you out, don't worry, leave it to us and you'll have your girlfriend before you know it," Mark said, wrapping an arm around Renjun's shoulders.

"And how do you plan on doing that exactly?"

"As I said, leave it to us, all you have to do is show up" Mark assured.

"Yeah, because you're such a lady's man," Haechan said, earning a glare from the older one.

"Don't worry, just trust us, dude"

Renjun doesn't know why he decided to trust them with this. But he did, opting to make desperation the reason why he agreed to let them do whatever they were going to do.

...................

You were currently on your date with Minjun, a former classmate of yours that you had recently started talking to again. Sure, he was nice, but you didn't see him being anything more than a friend from high school. The only reason you agreed to go on a date with him was because you felt bad saying no, especially with how he awkwardly held up the flowers he got you. Shaking you out of your thoughts, he handed you the drink you ordered, you thanked him and sat down, hoping that you could at least enjoy the date even if you didn't see this going far. Just as Minjun was about to strike up a conversation, a group of loud boys came into the boba shop you resided in.

"Oh my gosh, y/n! It's you!" you looked up, seeing Jeno wave at you, the other members following suit. Well, all of the members except Renjun, what a shame.

"Oh, hey guys," you said as they came up to you. Minjun looked over, clearly uncomfortable with how the group of six interrupted his date with you.

"Um, are you getting drinks? And where's Renjun?"

"Oh, he got held back at practice, and we're here on a mission- stop elbowing me!" Haechan explained before yelling at Jeno.

"And what's going on here, y/n?" Jeno calmly asked.

"I'm on a date, this is Minjun, I know him from high school,"

"Oh, well, we'll let you get back to it then, it was nice seeing you"

"You too, and say hi to Renjun for me!" you said as they left.

"Yeah, we'll see you around-oh, I'm so sorry!" Chenle feigned guilt as everyone looked at the spilled drink on Minjun's shirt and lap. You hadn't noticed how fake the apology was, but that was fine by the boys, who made no moves to get napkins or something to clean it up whatsoever.

"It's fine, um, do you mind helping me get something to wipe it off with?" Minjun spoke towards the group.

"Oh, we would but we're already late so just have y/n send the dry cleaning bill, okay bye!" Jaemin replied, pushing the rest out the door to mimic a rush.

"Here, let me help you," you offered, getting napkins and wiping off his shirt as best you could.

"I'm so sorry about that, but please let me get the dry cleaning for this-"

"Don't worry about it," he smiled at you.

...................

As the date went on, it was clear that it wasn't going well. Maybe he had bad luck, but nothing was going the way Minjun had hoped it would. From the spilled drink to his phone getting lost and then his card getting declined, things weren't looking too good.

"Maybe we should call it a night so you can figure things out," you suggested.

"Nonono, we're going on this date," he insisted, almost sounding scary with how determined he was.

"No, really, we can go another time, you sound frustrated, not to mention your clothes, phone, and card-"

"So you're embarrassed to be with me, is that it?"

"Not at all, I'm just worried since you don't have your phone and your card is getting declined"

"I didn't know that you were a gold digger, would've never expected this from you, y/n" he scoffed.

"What? No, I'm genuinely-"

"Whatever, you should be thankful I asked you out at all"

That was your breaking point, only making a quick comment about wishing him home safely before speedwalking away. As you were in your head about what had happened, you bumped into someone. Someone very familiar.

"ah, I'm so sorry, y/n, I didn't mean to do that and bump into you, I was just-" Renjun kept rambling on with apologies until you cut him off with a hug. He awkwardly pats your back a bit until you hugged him tighter, making him relax and start brushing his fingers through your hair.

"What happened?" he asked you softly, voice calming you instantly.

"My date was an ass" you replied.

"I'm sorry, you deserve much better than that, any guy would be lucky to have you...or girl. I don't want to assume or anything you know and just-" he started rambling again.

A smile graced your features as he kept going on, thinking of how cute he was getting so worried as to whether he offended you or not. You simply laughed a bit, making him let go of the hug and scratch the back of his neck instead, a sheepish expression painted on his face.

"It's okay don't worry so much, Junnie" you reassured him.

He blushed a bit at the nickname you had used. If anyone else had called that, he might've threatened to punch them by now, but you were an exception. You were always an exception to him. You always will be because well, you're special to him. The only person that makes him not want to punch them every time they tease him or call him a nickname of some sort. Even if you dared to call him Renjeon or some other incorrect pronunciation of his name, he would still find it endearing.

"You still there?" you waved your hand at him a bit.

"Yeah, for you, I always am-"

"YEAH, THAT'S OUR RENJUN BEING SMOOTH AS HECK" could be heard from a nearby bush before abruptly being shut up. The voice sounding an awful lot like Jaemin if you were being honest.

Looking back at Renjun, whose face was now a deep shade of red, you laughed once again, this time at his friend's antics. He tried his best to smile back, swearing to get back at Jaemin when he gets the chance, but you didn't need to know that.

"This is embarrassing..." he cringed at his friend's comment.

"It's okay, you actually look adorable when you're embarrassed like this" you confess.

"I'm sorry about him, he's just- wait what? You think that I'm adorable...?" he gets even more sheepish than he was before if it was even possible.

"I always think you are" you let out another confession.

"I like you!" he blurts out with his eyes closed, scared to see your reaction.

You smile at him once more, even if he couldn't see it.

"I like you too, Junnie," you tell him.

"YEAH, GET IT RENJUN, THAT'S OUR FRIEND RIGHT THERE. OPERATION GET RENJUN A GIRLFRIEND IS A SUCCESS, SUCKERS"

"SHUT UP, JAEMIN"

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