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yaehao · 3 years ago

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slow dance

summary: in which jay cheers you up after a terrible night

genre: king of angsty in the beginning ; mostly comfort n fluff! ; non!idol au

feat: park jongseong ; 박종성

wc: 1992

warnings: cussing, being cheated on, drinking, kissing

note: i started this at 1:40 in the morning and then finished it in my calc class LMFAO also it’s not edited sooo yeah! ALSO I TRIED TO PUT A LINE BREAK BUT IT WASN'T WORKING ⁉️ i'm so sorry anyways i'm still in class lol ok bye i hope u enjoy!!

You’d already known for weeks now that your boyfriend had been acting differently than usual.

You knew he was keeping secrets; he didn’t talk to you as much anymore, he was always on his phone, he had generally never been so distant. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was going through something and just needed to figure things out by himself right now. But it was so much worse than you thought. You’d decided to have a night out by yourself, and ended up catching him making out with another girl at a bar.

You furiously wiped at the tears streaming down your face as you left the bar, the lights and colors of the city making your head spin as you heard him attempt to call out to you so he could explain himself. There was nothing to explain. At least no explanation that you wanted to bother to hear. You speed-walked back to the apartment you shared with your best friends, cursing yourself for being so stupid and praying you’d just stop crying already.

As if the night couldn’t get any worse, your shaky hands couldn’t find the right key for your apartment for a good five minutes, then taking another five minutes to try and stick the damn thing in the lock and actually get inside. It came to the point where someone heard you struggling from inside and had to come unlock the door for you.

You took a glimpse at whoever opened the door for you before pushing straight past him and slamming the door shut behind you, heading straight to the fridge.

Your attitude was among Jay’s least favorite things to deal with.

“Ya! What the hell is wrong with- Y/N?” His voice softened immediately, eyes wide when you turned around to face him and he got a better look at you and your puffy, red-eyed state.

You stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking down at the floor and wiping at your eyes again. Although he still hadn’t the slightest clue what happened, Jay’s heart cracked the more he looked at you. He walked over to you, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you into him. You buried your face into his shoulder, soft sobs leaving your lips as his scent took over your senses. He was so warm and familiar, and you already felt so much safer being in his presence.

He let you cry it out for a few minutes, stroking your hair as you did, and whispering soft reassurance into your ear. After you had calmed down a bit, he got to questioning.

“What happened, Y/N? It’s been a while since you’ve cried this hard.”

You sniffled before admitting that you had been cheated on, and although you couldn’t see his face, you could sense him rolling his eyes. Jay had told you countless times already that your ex wasn’t good for you, but you opted to not listen to him. Unfortunately, that bit you in the ass and here you were, crying in his arms about how right he was.

His words were sympathetic, though, he knew that this wasn’t the time for scolding. He pulled back to look at you. “Go change and wash your face. I’ll make us some popcorn and we can binge Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo.” He planted a soft kiss on your forehead before shooing you off to your room.

As soon as you entered your room and closed the door, you took a minute to take a look at yourself in your bathroom mirror, and thanked the stars that Jay was caring and patient enough to deal with your mess. You changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading back out to the living room and joining Jay on the couch, where he held a large bowl of freshly made popcorn and a few bottles of soju.

You took a large handful of the popcorn and shoved it in your mouth before making grabby hands at one of the bottles next to him. Jay chuckled as he popped the cap off of it and handed it to you, watching in amusement as you tossed your head back to take a large swig, your face contorting at the taste as you brought your head forward again and moved the bottle away from your lips.

“Where’s everyone else?” You questioned, realizing that the apartment was much, much quieter than usual.

“Everyone is out. I know Heeseung’s at the studio, and Jake and Sunghoon are getting dinner.” He took a sip from his bottle to allow him a moment, thinking about whether or not he should pry further into what had brought you back to the apartment in tears. “Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

You took another sip from you bottle. “Not really, no. The more I think about it, the worse I’m gonna feel. Let’s just forget about it for now.”

He smiled at you and nodded, turning the TV on, and playing the drama he promised he would.

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About an hour later you were both beyond tipsy, and the drama had just become background noise as you two exchanged jokes and stories, showing each other funny videos on your phones, giggles and hiccups falling from both of your lips.

You took a long drink from your bottle before talking. “You know what sucks?”

Jay looked at you cautiously. He didn’t want you to fall back into a sour mood right after he thought you’d forgotten about it for the rest of the night. “What?”

“It just… sucks I never even got to dance with him.”

Jay put his bottle down and raised an eyebrow at you. “Dance with him? You dance with us all the time, what’s so great about dancing with him?”

“Pfft, I mean…” You paused, hesitating to continue in fear of being judged. “I meant, like, slow dancing… I’ve always wanted to slow dance with a guy, but, well, the guy I wanted to slow dance with ended up making out with someone else.” The last words left your mouth in a giggle that was tinged with pain.

As you got more lost in your thoughts, ideas started popping into Jay’s head as well. You didn’t notice as a blush began to grow on his face. However, you did notice when he stood up and put a hand in front of your face. You looked up at him, his face turned to the side, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Come on, let’s dance then.”

You blinked, then laughed nervously after a moment of awkward silence. “Jay, that’s really sweet of you but you don’t have-”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up off the couch before you could finish your sentence.

“Shut up and dance with me, stupid.”

He guided you to the middle of the room, pulling his phone out of his pocket and playing a slow song before tossing it on the couch. He hesitantly set his hands on your waist, him still trying to look anywhere but at you. You laughed airily at how flustered and nervous he looked as you placed your hands on his shoulders, the two of you beginning to sway back and forth.

It was tense and awkward, it’s not like you two hadn’t done choreography together before, but this was a completely different situation. It was definitely new, but it was also nice. Extremely nice.

You slowly moved closer to him, draping your arms over his shoulders as he adjusted his hands on your waist and pulled you a bit closer to him. Eventually, you closed the distance between your bodies; your arms were wrapped fully around his neck, your head resting against his chest, and you two the most comfortable you had been since the night had started.

“Thank you, Jay.” You spoke up after a bit of time passed. “This is really sweet of you to do for me.”

“Yeah yeah, I know I’m not your boyfriend or anything but I just thought this would, I don’t know, make you feel better or something. Sorry it’s not in the best circumstances or whate-”

“I would much rather share my first dance with you than any other guy in the world. This is perfect. Thank you.” You cut off his doubts as your eyes slipped closed, your head still resting on his chest. You were swaying more easily now, the calmness of everything making you feel at peace.

Jay moved his head to glance down at you, taking in your appearance. You were always beautiful to him, but right now, you were the most angelic thing he had ever seen in his life.

You felt his gaze on you, and opened your eyes, looking up at him with a smile. This was the first time you made eye contact throughout the entire night.

The smile on your lips was still there, but when he didn’t smile back, you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to read his thoughts.

“Jay? Is everything okay?”

He couldn’t hear you over the sound of him making his mind up, and in an instant, he moved his head forward, pressing his lips against yours.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, and it took you a moment to process it. He was really kissing you. And it was fantastic.

When you had finally processed what was going on, your eyes slipped close and you kissed him back, moving your hand to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands on your waist pulled you impossibly closer to him, butterflies going crazy in both of your stomachs. You couldn’t believe what was happening, but at the same time, you didn’t want it to stop.

When you finally pulled back, Jay cast his gaze to the floor, but you took his chin between your thumb and index finger to gently force him to look at you.

Panic filled his eyes when he looked at you, and he was quick to apologize,”I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-”

You cut him off, moving your head up to capture his lips once more. He felt like he was dreaming, and could only pray that he’d never wake up. He never wanted this moment to end.

You pulled away after another moment and stared up at him, a small smile spreading across both of your faces.

“That was really nice, thank you, Jay.” You whispered sweetly, his previously panicked expression now one of adoration for you.

“Yeah, well, I’m just glad you didn’t beat the shit out of me.” He joked, his heart hammering in his chest at the sound of your laughter. He thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“So is this what you guys do when we’re out of the house?”

You whipped your head around to the voice coming from the front door of your apartment, locking eyes with Heeseung, Sunghoon standing right next to him, and Jake closing the door behind them.

You pushed Jay off of you, who fell backwards and onto the floor, both of you giggling nervously while Jake bursted into laughter at the scene.

Sunghoon smiled sweetly and started walking toward his room. “He’s kidding, don’t mind us, we expected this to happen eventually anyways.”

You watched as Heeseung and Jake moved further into the apartment to head to their rooms as well, Heeseung throwing you both a wink before entering his room. When the living area was empty, and Jay had picked himself up off the floor, you stood there awkwardly, the music still coming from his phone.

Your eyes widened at his words. Expected this to happen eventually?

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a-libra-writes · 3 years ago

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hello my lovely talented libra writer twin <3 i have been reading the books and i am falling in love with jon, do u have any HCs ab jon having a crush on u? love u btw ;-;

Hell yeah im glad ur enjoying the books, Jon is so great in them. I'm gonna throw you a few diff scenarios here

If you met at Winterfell: This is assuming you were raised in Winterfell alongside him and the Starks, similar to Jeyne Poole or Theon. Jon's friendship would've come first, especially since you're one of the few children who talk and play with him. It would only be natural that once he was older, he'd start getting a crush. It's pretty obvious to the adults, and quite sweet.

He's protective and considerate, and gets a little brooding and jealous when Robb or Theon take your attention away. It's when you both are alone that you get to see Jon being more confident and humorous. Once you're both back at Winterfell, he tries fading into the background again.

Unfortunately, Jon would struggle to see a life with you - doubly so if you were highborn. If you were maybe Jeyne's station or below (like a servant's daughter), then perhaps you two could have a life, but that would seem like a pipe dream. If you were highborn, forget it. He wouldn't even bother confessing, since he's planning to go to the Wall. He'd just look like a kicked dog whenever you were around.

If you met at the Wall: Going off an AU I enjoy where the reader is disguised as a man in the Night's Watch, Jon is pretty invested in keeping your secret and making sure you're alright. His concern and curiosity leads to you both having a friendship, and eventually him getting a crush once he starts to learn more about you. It comes on pretty quick and he realizes it, and feels stupid about it. He tries to hide it so he doesn't scare you off.

Though Jon's protectiveness only doubles, and sometimes he gets annoyed when he thinks you aren't being careful enough. Sam and Edd would figure out your secret too, and his crush. Again, it's fairly obvious. He also wants to make sure you're warm enough and you have enough food - it's almost doting, and it's very cute. He blushes and gets annoyed when you point that out.

When Jon's Lord Commander he feels more confident in protecting you and he can assign you a post that leaves you relatively safe from others, therefore safe from discovery. This is when he tries to put his feelings on a backburner because now he has his duties, but. Well. The more you stubbornly insist on helping him and sticking around, the deeper his feelings grow.

#anytime i see another libra i think of that meme #same sign! same sign!!#jon snow x reader #libra headcanons

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one-sad-human · 3 years ago

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•Pinky Promises• Steven Adler

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader, Axl Rose x Sibling! Reader

Requested? Yup! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, sexual references but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Fic 1 of 2! Hope you enjoy! Also, the makeout near the end gets sorta hot and it was pretty fun to write? Like I’m considering exploring into writing smutter pieces. I didn’t want to originally because I thought I’d cringe all the way through and hate the result but I might try it out in the near future. Nothing too crazy but it’s something for me to think about.

You step off of the large bus, your combat boots hitting the ground as you adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. It's stuffed to the brim with whatever you threw in, you're surprised the zipper did burst.

You take a deep breath of the LA air. It's hot and humid and despite the thick air pollution, you can breath easier than you did in Indiana.

You grew up in Lafayette, Indiana with your older half-brother William. You were raised in the hellish house with your shared father, which you finally managed to escape.

William left right at eighteen. He tried taking you with him, but you didn't want him to be charged with kidnapping and have the cops on his ass. Now, two years and your father's stolen wallet later, you're finally in the city of dreams.

"Will!" You yell out, spotting your redheaded other half.

"Y/N!" He mocks, catching your figure in a crushing hug. He's taller than you, so you have to stand on your tippy toes during the embrace. "Thank God you're alright."

"I'm fine, I'm happy to finally see you again," you say, a huge grin on your face. "How's the band? Everything going well?"

"Well enough," he says with a shrug, grabbing your heavy bag and slinging it around his shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys. You already know Izzy of course, but the rest of them."

The walk to the 'hell house' as Will had called it is filled with catching up. He made sure to keep in contact with you, but the phone calls were always short. It felt nice to have a full length conversation in person with your brother again.

"Welcome home," Will says, leading you into the house. You grimace when you catch a whiff of stale beer and weed.

"You seriously live here? This place should be condemned," you say with disgust.

"And then where would we live?" The oh-so familiar voice of Will's best friend meets your ears. You whip around and fly into his arms.

"Jeffery! I missed you so much! You really should've tried calling, you ass!" You exclaim. Izzy rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, patting your back during the hug.

"Who's this?" Another man enters the living room— if that's what it should even be called. He's blonde, taller than you but shorter than the other two men in the room. He has kind eyes and the smile he has on his handsome face leaves you speechless.

"U-uh, hi. I'm Y/N," you say after a moment of shameless gawking. If he noticed, he doesn't mention it.

"Oh that's right! Axl talks a lot about you! I'm Steven," he says and bounds up to you, catching your hand in a shake. You don't question who the hell 'Axl' is, but you smile stupidly at him and bite your lip with a blush staining your face.

"No," Will says, glaring at the cute blonde you've taking an immediate liking to. "Absolutely not."

"William!" You squeak out, pinching his shoulder harsher. He yelps and swats your hand away. Will glares further at you as he ushers you up the creaky stairs to your room. "Nothing happened! And who the fuck is 'Axl'?"

"I saw how you were looking at him! I'm not naive, Y/N. You were giving him the 'fuck me' eyes! And me, everyone calls me Axl here." You give him a look. "Except you, of course. You can call me Will."

You don't give him another word as he leads you to your bedroom. He was the one who didn't have a roommate before, and he'd have to share with Slash now but he was determined to give you your privacy.

"This is the only room with a working lock, use it. Especially when your changing! Three horny men in a house with one you isn't a good combo." You make a face and shake your head, but you can't really tell if he's being overprotective or if his band mates really are pigs.

"Are you not including Izzy?"

"Please, he's the only smart one besides me. He knows I'll rip him a new one." You laugh and give Will another hug.

"I've really missed hanging out with you like this, and thank you for letting me stay here." He nods and rubs your back.

"No problem, we have each other's backs, always." You nod and release your bother from the hug. "One rule though: no hooking up with the guys. One time thing or not, you don't know them like I do, I won't let you get hurt. So don't even try anything with Steven!"

"Even if it's nothing sex?" Will levels you with a look that would make you sweat if you were anyone else. You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine! I promise."

"Pinky promise?" He asks, holding out his pinky finger. You shake your head but comply anyway, hooking your pinky on his.

"Wow, bringing out the big guns, pinky promises," you tease.

"Bitch," he mumbles. You gasp sarcastically.

"Asshole!" You reply. William takes his leave with another slew of insults under his breath but none to be taken seriously and all with a smile. You shut your door after him and lay on your bed, content with how things are finally beginning to look up.

If you knew where you would be in just a few months of living with your brother and his band, you never would've agreed to the naive promise Will had forced on you. You think back to the day with a frown.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Steven asks, pecking your bare shoulder as he lays behind you on your bed. You both lay naked and damp with sweat, glowing from the moonlight streaming in the room.

"William," you say with a sigh.

"We just had sex and your thinking of your brother? Should I be worried about you?" Steven asks teasingly. You fight the smile growing on your face and lightly pinch the his arm tightly wrapped around you. He never fails to make you laugh.

"I just feel bad keeping this a secret from him." You turn around to be face to face with Steven. "It's been months of sneaking around. I'm always nervous we'll get caught together or I'll blurt it out to him."

"Then why don't we just tell him?"

"Do you want to die! Steven, honestly, do you have a death wish?"

"No, but—"

"Then we can't tell my brother we're together. He'll murder you, and then probably me one he finds out how long I've been lying to him," you say and move your head in the crook of Steven's neck.

"Then we can be together in the afterlife!" Steven folds his arms around you even tighter. "Seriously though, we can't lie to him forever. We've been together for six months already, surely he'll see how much we care about each other and not want to kill us."

"Yeah, maybe," you say halfheartedly and close your eyes, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

The next night, Guns has a gig at the Whiskey A-Go Go. The ritual goes like it has been, they play the gig, you wait for Will to get drunk, and you and Steven sneak out to the back of the club to make out and maybe get felt up a bit before returning like nothing happened.

It isn't different this time. Steven's hands leave your skin ablaze as he lets them wander down your sides and up your thighs. His lips don't leave yours, even as he squeezes your ass and you let out a moan. He grins on your mouth and presses his pelvis up to your stomach.

His mouth leaves yours to press feather light kisses to your cheek before trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks nips at. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stay quiet.

"Don't leave marks," you remind him through batted breath.

"I won't," he reassures and silences you with a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning his attack on your neck.

You hear footsteps fast approaching, but as quickly as you hear them, Steven is ripped away from you. He's slammed into the brick wall next to you harshly and groans. You jump away and gasp.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" William asks, his voice lower than usual. His green eyes dark and downright scary.

"Will! Let him go, come on. Stop fucking around, you didn't have to slam him into a wall," you say, but your shaky voice falls on deaf ears as Will doesn't move. Your hands grasp at his arm and try to yank him away from Steven, but he's stronger and taller than you and doesn't budge, he just keeps his eyes focused on Steven.

"Nothing!" He squeaks out. Even in the dark, his kiss bruised lips and flushed red face is obvious.

"'Nothing?' That's why you were ten seconds away from fucking Y/N?" Will asks.

"William stop it! You're scaring me! Leave him alone!" You push him again and this time, he relents. Will paces and runs his hand through his red locks while you rush to make sure Steven is ok.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steven mutters and presses a kiss to your brow to comfort you, sending you a smile when he pulls away. He keeps his hands on your arms and rubs circles with his thumbs.

"How long has this been going on?" Will asks, crossing his arms as he finally stops his pacing.

"Six months..." Steven says nervously. William scoffs and shakes his head. "But it isn't just fucking around! I love them, Ax. Really."

You smile bashfully, biting your lip to try and contain it. You knew you felt strongly for Steven and that he returned the feelings, but you haven't outright said you loved each other— until know of course.

Will stays silent for a few beats, staring contemplative at Steven. He finally sighs, bring a hand up to rub his temples like he has a building headache.

"Yeah? And you love him, Y/N?" He asks. You nod, reaching out to grab Steven's hand. Steven lets a grin creep on to his face. "Then I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever break their heart, I'll fucking gut you, Adler."

If Will makes Steven nervous, he doesn't show it. He gives him a salute with his puppy dog like smile before sticking out his pinky.

"I promise I'll never hurt Y/N purposely, ever." Will rolls his eyes, the irony makes him nearly groan aloud. He sucks it up anyway when he sees your hopeful expression, hooking his pinky onto Steven's.

"Don't make me regret this, Steven," Will grumbles before leaving and walking back into the crowded club. Steven lets out an exhilarated laugh and kisses you, hard.

"Told you he wouldn't kill me!" Steven exclaims, making you laugh out of surprise.

"And we don't have to sneak around anymore!" Steven kisses you again, and again and again until you're breathless.

"I'm so in love with you," he mumbles between his attack on your lips. You smile, tangling your hands in his aqua-net filled hair.

"As I am with you."

#classic rock imagine #guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #80s #steven adler fluff #steven adler imagine #steven adler x reader #steven adler #axl rose x reader #axl rose imagine #axl rose fanfic #axl rose

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miiserableee · 3 years ago

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( POLAR MYSTIQUE ) ▸ DOS : ! ( uno ) / ( tres )

scaramouche × fem!reader ! ( summary ) a point of view from other characters which coincidentally is a close friend of scara , where they all state why , just why , you both still remain still within the state of friends with extended definition of being something not yet official but is patently there , ( mentions ) of reader having an older brother , being perfect , smart athletic u know the drill , scara being ooc ! annoyed scara ! reader also have dead parents ! drunk reader ! reader w/ abandonment issues ! reader kind of a bro-con ! reader is weak to alcohol ! reader being somewhat , moderately socially approachable ! this is uh , kind of in a 2nd person viewpoint of kazuha ! ( 5.2k words ) modern!au!

𖥼 , A DIFFERENT FLOWER , BLOOMED IN HIM !

HE WALKS . with a tall ginger at side , atleast a ruler's length away . namely called childe . blabbering about how he loved their just a few minutes ago lesson with prof. zhongli . the considerably shorter ; scaramouche couldn't even bother give a nod or a brief reply . simply seeming to not want the ginger's company but couldn't be bothered to try and escape from it either . he tweaked with his phone , childe has noticed him typing something before , and him placing it back on his pocket , then swishing his swinging bag just hanging by one shoulder , and checking it again . he kept on checking and checking until they were from their last room , out here in their campus' open fields .

childe had quite the clear idea of just who exactly he texted and has yet to reply . couldn't be anyone other than the only being he ever mentions with slight bit change with his usual mundane expression . he may not gush about it so often with his words but he does almost always sound like your name was the only one that can ever leave his lips more times than ten in a day .

he'd never tell anyone about such fixation but also would never deny any sort of assumption . childe has only been with this guy for three years now , since the start of their college life , but man was that enough for him to notice the subtle differences of how he treats you and how he deals with others .

anyone on same standing as childe in scaramouche's life would wonder , just how you two are still not dating . it didn't seem like scaramouche didn't have the guts to confess , and never did it seem like you'd ever reject him . so whatever was the reason that kept you both from leveling up from the close as hell yet nothing more than childhood friends basis .

just as he thinks of you , you came right of rear view , coincidentally walking to them , a few girls with red tints on their cheeks , visible enough for childe ; meters away to see . what got them blushing so furiously ? you didn't seem to be passing on hitting on them either with that calm and tranquil label on your face sticking with persistent trace . they soon left though , giggling and almost audible small speech bubbles with kya kya around them , grouped with pecks of pink small giddy flowers .

you were walking the same route close to where the two of them were headed , and just as suspected , scaramouche already got eyes at you ; still aloof and unaware , hand at your gray tote bag , snug against the silk of your sleeveless , buttoned black top , its collar hiding that one pendant necklace you got from , oh why don't you readers guess .

as soon as you raise your sights away from the smooth of the ground floors is when you noticed them two , though it'd be more plausible to say that you only noticed scaramouche .

"Scara ? Scara !" those fog in your eyes cleared with his figure on sight . immediately speeding up your walking into pacing as you raise a hand as if to wave at him . he only waits . "Nice seeing you here . Oh , hi Childe ?" he swore you've forgotten his name and is unsure as you spoke of it but he's keeping that hypothesis to himself .

"Hi Y/n , done with classes ?" he giddy up at you with a small grin and a friendly wave to return your not meant for him one . regardless , you acknowledge his presence , "Yeah , I got a long vacant next so I was planning on killing some time ."

"Where ? At that arcade down a few rides away again ? You know , I can take you on a better place to kill some time !" indirectly insulting your place of comfort and original homes of huge ass stuff toys , now rested on the blankets of your bed , you , already immune to it , just snark up a reply . "Yeah ? Like a week-trip in France ?"

"Of course ! Whenever you're free ."

"Sweet—"

"Y/n ."

"Mhm ?"

it's simply astonishing how you didn't at all react stiff with the cold of his voice that interrupted your conversation—maybe that's the benefit of having been close to him since of young age . "We can live in Paris for 10 years if that's what you so like ."

"Scara , I'm still poor <33 ." you jokingly slump your shoulders and he scoffs , "Obviously ." and you just look at him with a stop agreeing look . he had already pulled you atleast five feet away from childe and barely a feet away from him . said tall ginger had nothing to say both in mind and aloud but WHAT ??? TOGETHER ?? LIVE IN PARIS ???? FOR 10 YEARS ??? IS THAT WHAT CHILDHOOD FRIENDS DO NOWADAYS ???? he internally regrets not keeping any of his childhood friends as close as scaramouche and you kept each other for many years end .

"Why weren't you answering my messages ?" he so complains , pinching up at your side as you immediately release an ouch and caught his wrist , teary eyed a bit as you ask back , "You sent messages ?" damn , now there you just dug your grave deeper . he pinches noticeably harder as your face flinched and the bit of you being teary eyed ? shattered .

"I was scolded during class cause it rang and wouldn't at all stop . Nii-chan was spamming so I had to mute it . I didn't get to check since right after getting out the halls , those girls asking about you swarmed at me again ." he seemed unbelieving at first before he just pinches more one last time and you held unto his wrist much tighter . "Ow ow , I'll check it , I'll check it , alright ?"

so you did , fiddling with your tote and fishing out your phone to see that he did send a message . "You wanna eat lunch together ?" he pinches harder . "OW OW—Okay okay !"

and just as he thought you have forgotten him , it seems as though you still haven't . "Childe ? Wanna eat with us ? You haven't eaten yet , right ? I'll call Kazuha over , too ."

there it was . it wasn't uncommon . how you held hands out for people that needs something to hold unto . you were that one girl snug at the friend group but keeps eyes out for the ones being left behind . you were that one that asks everyone for their orders at restaurants before you say yours . you were the one that listens to everyone and let them drag you wherever and whenever they could . you were naive .

scaramouche , how exactly did you get him to open up to you ? with how easy you were ? how much of a light baggage you are to carry ? oh , could it be that it's simply easy to drag you around ?

"Childe ?"

no . it's none of those . it's because , you so fit him .

"Yeah , I'll go ." he says with a cheeky grin which scaramouche brushes off with a closed glare as he more puts focus on your hold on his wrist . he pinches again . "Stooooop that ." you almost have the tear pouring but he just smirks , soon putting aside his clamped fingers and just pressing his palm against what part he had been inflicting stings at .

childe watched it happen . those silent antics of odd affection . they weren't often noticed by others as when said others do contort a few of his moments , they only ever get caught up in the pretty of his snow skin and almost amethyst-like eyes . childe sighs , walking ahead as you follow , scaramouche letting go but you ended up snatching at his shirt's hem and pulling him in again to show him the spam of a mess your brother had supposedly done on your chatbox . laughing and being giddy lightly as scaramouche just stared and reads every detail-quite the look resembling that of glare present as he venture eyes at what you had him see . he puts those emotions aside as you got in the canteen .

"Kazuha !!" you bemused at the presence of the newcomer , said newcomer just smiles and nod , quite expected of his quite the calm nature . completely why others are beyond baffled as to why and just how he ended up being one of the closest to scaramouche . well , this others , really is just childe and a few people , like their some seniors like venti and rosaria , juniors like chongyun and xingqui . to others that could be deemed as ; almost everyone , scaramouche is the silent , cold type but knows how to smile and throw thorny bouquet of words , quiet poetic , but , just ; no .

"When can I have a girlfriend myself , comrade ?"

"When you stop using comrade as a means to refer to people , perhaps ."childe pouts at the immediate response , kazuha just providing another teeth aching smile as he takes bites of his own meal . "How was classes , Y/n ?" you and kazuha weren't really of same major but a few of his classes , you also attend ; you really find the fun in his taken word-y lectures .

"It was fun ." your smile is so spent back when it's to be shown to others , kazuha who never really minded just nods .

"Did you take a class same as Kazuha again ?" scaramouche asks as you just turn at him as you take in whatever your chopstick could pick up at your tray . "Kinda , he took that class last sem ."

scaramouche looked the least bit displeased before he just doesn't reply and continue to focus on his thing . childe would judge that as him being jealous , as his major is more on businesses and all that , you couldn't really relate . but maybe scaramouche wasn't that jealous type of a person ? since you were always crowded by people the time childe and kazuha had come to witness you two's foolish unofficially announced chasing of each other-maybe he liked it when others see just how great you are ?

"You don't have classes anymore ?" kazuha asks scaramouche whom was just about to follow you ; already a few meters ahead . "Hm , we'll be going for a drive down the riverside ."

a drive down the riverside . that often meant that you would be busy the next few days so he's off to take you somewhere to have some quality time together or he's the one who's gonna be busy . "Okay , Childe and I will go , get home safe ."

childe just stands there behind kazuha , it was past the hour of sunsets and the orange and reds , yellows and grays were turning more into blacks and violets .

"How are they not dating yet ?" childe mumbles out as he walked with kazuha to where their cars would be . "He says he doesn't feel like it's yet time for him to confess ." though , said scaramouche have never really said that aloud , it's more so the message kazuha gets from those few plucked-luck situations when he does accidentally ask and receive a flare glare instead .

"Haven't they been at it for quite the time now ? Even before college ." to be exact , when childe first started associating himself with scaramouche and witnessed one of those moments said man would have with you , the initial question that popped off of him , for scaramouche to answer , was ; is she your girlfriend ? its almost as if he was speaking for everyone when he asked that . which was legit as almost everyone either leaned or stopped whatever they were doing just to listen in the table said him and scaramouche sat in , be it boy or girl , the popular ones or the quiet ones—everyone wanted in .

everyone wanted , maybe even needed to know . as you two were a pair so secretive yet public . no one could bash you for it when individually everyone loved you both . scaramouche , the smart , and moderately social guy that keeps his boundaries known even with his flowers-covered words of steeled knives—you , whom is never problematic and completely neutral , the silent type with over brimming charisma . you who'd never show any emotion more than the bare minimum , unless when he comes of view , and him who never really does anything for anyone unless you come into being the one in need .

it's so obvious . so so obvious .

and kazuha agrees .

he didn't at all when he first met you . he didn't even think you were all that of a big deal , just a regular friend of scaramouche with a bit of different tang and whiff along your airs , but never really anymore than that . you were introduced as the one who took his side as being scaramouche's personal really close friend , as he had to leave for canada . he did come back to study college and ended up having to meet you as you were often called on by scaramouche or you were the one nearing him . he brushed off the almost unnoticeable but still there selective affectionate antics his friend displayed for you as something not worth his time to think about as scaramouche couldn't possibly be meaning to do all that intentionally—

who would have thought that the seven years he's gone was enough for flowers to bloom in some man like scaramouche ?

time and time again , he'd sometimes freeze when labeled witness of times scaramouche would act to you like how a lover would and you'd do the same . even if the said act could be seen as mediocre and especially affection-lacking , it was still enough for kazuha's smile to stiffen and thought process crumble . he felt foolish to think that even scaramouche wouldn't change or find the one on the course of seven years .

he was in denial , thinking at one side that maybe you weren't all that special , to scaramouche , even when clearly , you are . on the other side , he was near believing and understanding scaramouche's unsaid feelings even if he'd always had a concrete belief that said pal of his would never have a speck of romantic whatnot to spare .

who knew that all he needed was one scenario for said concrete belief that have already shattered to pieces , get blitz to dust there and then ?

"You're with who ? That alcohol loving bastard and his tattooed companion ? Who else ? Not even with that Lumi-girl you always mention ? Wouldn't your brother be worried ?"

kazuha remembers well how scaramouche came back the table with a restless air around him . both their parents knew each other having been acquainted during their days of college and early endeavors to before all the well known good success . there was then a big dinner with said two families , catching up and listening in on stories that could be tips or just completely entertaining were being shared and discussed but all kazuha did was drink his alcoholic drink silently .

when it was time to head home , as him and scaramouche lived at different dorms for easy transport and convenient privacy for college , they were advised to head home together . and as kazuha is yet to be bought his own ferrari or mercedes because uni was in the way , he had to hit up a ride with scaramouche . which the man just didn't care about at all as he reaches for his keys , not minding if said kazuha were to follow or not .

the ride was silent as both were tired . having been questioned multiple things for both being either heir or helpers of the heirs , they were quite up for the roller coaster like questions , a gut shrieking ride . they were used to it , but it still sucks at their HP no matter the number of times it happens .

it's only ever broken , said still in the scented air of the car , when scaramouche's phone rang . he eyed it where it was , laying neatly on the seat beside him . kazuha was on the backseat , he doesn't like seating himself beside the driver of any car he is to ride on . scaramouche didn't bother doing anything like taking his airpods , maybe because he was driving . just answered and put it on speaker . "Y/n ?"

"Ah hello ? Sir , uh , Scara-mama's-boi ? Lol , what a name . Anyways , this isn't Y/n~ ! We didn't know she could get drunk this easily , sorry . Uh , mind picking her up ? If you're busy , my boyfriend Xiao here can do it . Say hello Xiao !"

"If he's busy just tell him to send us her address ."

the so called venti laughs heartily at this xiao's way of saying hello , before continuing , "This is Venti by the waaaaaaay !!"

scaramouche squinted eyes at this , catching glances at his phone . the two seniors are well known around the uni . the uni is big and filled of people from other countries and places . xiao and venti are well known to be the first ones to be as popular as scaramouche and you now . their looks and attitudes , talents being a means of their fame . scaramouche never really even bothered with their existence but they approached you , well , venti did . since you're always with scaramouche , it came to be a fact that he grew a bit acquainted to them as well . they may have known that there was simply no way he'd answer any call if it wasn't from you . scaramouche exhales , almost sounding irritated , the cause of the hint of irritation ; unsure was kazuha ."Which bar are you at ?"

"Oh ? You're not busy ? Nice ! We're at the recently opened one here in uhhh . Near the plaza ? Wait let me send ."

after a while , of exchanging locations , scaramouche turned his wheels to where he knew said location would be . "I'll drop you off later , Kazuha . Or you can just get down here and call up a cab . I'll pick up Y/n ." kazuha wasn't in that much of a hurry , and he did need to let loose after the straining persistence of appointed imagery , he's been acting on since earlier . "I'll accompany you . I haven't seen Y/n in a while too ."

"Suit yourself ."

the bar was grand . it was large and spacious , loud and tenacious . kazuha and scaramouche were only able to enter after having bribed the bouncers a hefty load of under-given money . not really under when the annoyed scaramouche just slapped the cash right at the big men's face . annoyance seemingly increasing at the loud of the room , but that sort of reaction wasn't all that visible anymore when the two of them walked to the vip section where their senior said they were .

you weren't really breaking havoc or dancing all giddy with beats disregarded and limbs swayed all ragged . you were just sitting there at the bar stool , sipping at a huge beer glass mug , rather quickly too . almost as if the burning it does as it travels down your throat is nothing at all . you drank it like water . kazuha thought , oh , what a calm drunk she is . the only actual indication of you not being sober were the light hiccupping, deep strikes of red on your cheeks and the way your eyes rested at the shelves of other alcoholic beverages . completely lost and aloof much like usual .

until scaramouche started speed-walking and turning you with a hand at your shoulder , smiling eerily at the tattooed senior who was attained to mandatory caressing of your back . said senior flit away his hand in motion the moment he notices scaramouche under the pink and violet streams of light from the attached things above . as for you , when you turned at him , it wasn't even a second after , yet somehow , tears just started erupting . your e/c eyes shining , your hiccupping reducing to a mantra of his name . scara , scara , scara .

you were crying and he just looked , one eye twitching and an irked expression to be of seen as he stealthily moves the glass which was full when they came in and was already half way done with just your recent last sip ; away . latching at his waist were your arms . you hugged him tight as you sobbed his name out for a reason kazuha just couldn't begin to guess out .

he's seen you smile , laugh , annoyed , upset and many more before but that never meant he had seen you cry at all . with how you're usually mistaken to be void of any sort of humane and not-practiced emotions and reactions , it had his eyes widening at the sight of you , practically on the edge of actual wailing .

"Weird, right ? I never thought I'd ever see her cry at all !" venti tuned out with a laughter to finish it off as he leans on kazuha's shoulder , sipping more alcohol , a different kind than what got you like that and probably much stronger on the alcohol-meters too . "Is she okay ?"

"We don't know too , she just started crying and mumbling about her brother and things . Would then stay still like what you saw earlier , almost fell asleep too ."

you were a lightweight . the kind that allows alcohol right through their veins within three above-average sips yet still had guts of steel to chug in more than three above-average full-filled cups .

there wasn't anymore said and replied but a nod as scaramouche was already prancing out with wobbling you , still wiping at your tears . most have already gone back to your lips along with couple of snots and scaramouche just wiped them off with a disgusted look and a handkerchief which you were now using to rid of other more fluids coming out .

"You aren't even 20 yet and there you were , drinking . Are you stupid ?" scaramouche comments as he gets his keys , his words were harsh but kazuha found that normal , as he gently laid out hands on your head and wrist when you were heading to sit with him in the backseat . all the more ready to lay your head in his lap momentarily and nap . still sniffing . scaramouche immediately yanks you back to him though when you were just about to fall in the car , to be caught by kazuha . "You're sitting on the front . Don't bother Kazuha ."

"But I wanna lay down ." you said that between light attempts of pushing back dripping snot , trying to escape your nostrils . scaramouche glares at you and proceeded to ignore you as he gently guided you to where he wants you to be . surprisingly , you just stirred a last ; also not minded by him ; look of pity before you did as told .

"The house suddenly feels so lonely , Scaramoochie ." kazuha barely contained his snort at the nickname . you three were already on way to where you live , which scaramouche knows all too well that he didn't even need no gps / navi . "Nii-chan doesn't come home every night anymore . We don't get to watch movies anymore . I'm always alone at home . I don't wanna go home . Drop me off here ." you had your head leaned against the car's window and your arms bent at your covered legs , much to scaramouche's relief . you reeked of beer , good thing kazuha was used to it , having an aunt with such great drinking habits .

"We're stuck in traffic , in front of motels , Y/n . Shut it ."

you sniff, kazuha presumes you've started crying once again . "It's cold . I'm so lonely . He's so busy . Uni isn't 24/7 and my shifts at the cafe is so , once in a blue moon . I don't wanna go home , Scarabooobs . Even the alcohol didn't help me forget shit . Just had me crying even more . I should be happy for him ." your sentences were so random yet it pieces up a certain context for kazuha . scaramouche just scoffing at you as he turns the curb . "Your brother is finally getting married and this is how you act . How stupid ." you nod , tears pooling even more despite your barely-even-there disagreement .

"He's finally living his life and here I am . Stop reminding me , I hate you, Scaracootie." he rolls his eyes again with a small grin at face this time . kazuha was so near voicing out why he still hasn't tried choking you to death with all the weird twisting of his name . "Just start living your life too . Your world should start a stop with this idiotic revolving around your brother and only him , seriously ."

"You say that as if you don't know how he's the only one I've ever had around ." kazuha finds you more pitiful than idiotic . having no parents during the stages of growing . he's never actually known that you thought that way until this day . alcohol may really be a strong truth serum . he kept his eyes closed and leaned against the seat to fake being asleep , not as though him hearing any of these is weird since you have been friends with him for a while and had your own synopsis of your life with what little details you let slip during sharing of your stories and such .

"Find another to take his place of improtance then ."

"Like , replace him ? My perfect brother ?" you retort all too quickly and he shrugs , "Figure it out ." you blink aside again . "I already have someone as important as Big bro around . But he sucks actual tamarind and bitter gourmet all days he lived and lives . Big bro would be offended if I were to replace his place in my heart with said someone ."

"You know . . . what I . . . mean . . . ?"

the obnoxious amounts of periods actually is proof of how long the distance your words in that sentence made with all the yawning and drowsiness you kept on signaling . right after saying that , you were already fast asleep , snoring smallish even . as much as kazuha found that totally too clichè of a thing to actually happen along his line of sight from almost fully-closed eyes , it happened anyway .

hm , yawning and sleepiness may really be contagious , the moment you went to sleep with such notions and motions , kazuha whom has been keeping his eyes close since earlier felt a sensation akin to that of pulling , his senses dulling but before he could resign off of consciousness , he hears scaramouche say first , with a voice low and a grin a bit snarky , a reply to your dozing message ,

"I don't , stupid ."

kazuha awoke to the sound of you mumbling things as scara seem to have already parked near your home and is now casting vibrations on your shoulder to get you awake . you simply groan and try to be one with the car door and scaramouche exasperated out a sigh and walked out his side of the car door and walked out to circle round and get to you , opening up the door and pulling you out . "Wake up or you're sleeping in the car ."

you hated the smell of cars . kazuha watched as you seemingly sobered a bit to stand up and walk wobbly beside him . mouthing more of your slurred out jokes of his name and his bitter interior . a bit of seldom sobbing commercials are your constant complains of your brother's marriage . all falling on deaf ears as scaramouche just guides you to your home .

you both disappear of the staircase of that apartment complex and kazuha patiently waits in tha car . the fact that he saw you crying being under the influence of alcohol wasn't what amused him most . it was the other side of the amusement coin that scaramouche dealt with it all .

when said pal came back from your home and was grumbling about how much trouble you drunkenly caused , kazuha asked with not much in mind but the will to confirm his assumptions . "Do you like Y/n ?" if scaramouche were to answer properly then he'd probably understand why he was all mad the time he skipped from last name basis phase and went ahead to calling you by your first name .

but said man only ever contradicts his earlier actions by mouthing such unreasonable sentence , "As if , I hate her guts ."

right , tell yourself that . kazuha somehow snaps back , snapping only being said by him in his mind but he'd rather not exert that much effort anymore , he just slept the whole drive home .

things didn't change at all ever since , maybe the fact that you and kazuha somehow got closer after that incident was one of the very few changes . regarding you and scaramouche's relationship though , you two stayed stagnant along the waters . still somehow not moving at all , not forward or backwards , just frozen stiff along such unsure lines , as if you two feared the ripples , as if they weren't bound to come due some time .

"What the fuck , Kazuha !! Focus !!" childe almost scream into his mic and into kazuha's ears , and that somehow got kazuha back from his reminiscing . he knew from the tone that childe was in no way mad , the one reason why he ever so casually just throw at him , a "Oh , right , yeah ."

"YOU DROPPPpPED iTTTT !!" referring to the gun , childe screech in a means kazuha has yet to figure out . he tries to find peace in this chaotic set up , "Can you , like zip it for a minute—" only to admit defeat with a stubborn , irritatingly loud , "AAAAAAAA KAZUHA WE GON' DIE !!!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHILDE ! YOU'RE STILL GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT ." scaramouche shouts , kazuha falls into a case of laughter as soon as childe erupts one . finally having a kind of realization to why childe was being even more annoying than usual . kazuha though , felt a bit bad for laughing when their friend was fuming at the other line at how they were losing their winning streak . he didn't particularly care , as much as victory prove to be sweet , losing isn't in any means that bitter for him .

it wasn't every night that they have a game night , its actually a very rare occurrence . it's most of the time just him and childe , some friends of childe , or maybe some friend of his . scaramouche rarely joins in . it's quite nice to hear his knife-birthed words from time to time , as weird as that sounds . today was one of those days where you somehow get into a fight with scaramouche . that's also a rare occurrence .

the two didn't know what the reason for the fighting was but they knew it happened even if they didn't see it , since scaramouche just suddenly hits them up with a dorks , lets play tonight . childe assumes and murmurs that it must have something to do with whatever occurred yesterday when you two walked by the riverside .

though none of two would really pry .

that went on for a while , them shouting at each other over the mic as they play , in an attempt to drift the night away , kazuha sounding the most sane out of them three , the other sounds high while one sounds like all his capability to stay calm have gone down the drain of impossibility-s .

it all came to a pause when scaramouche's phone rang and he answered . it also wasn't that usual for scaramouche to answer a call during a game , so they bet they knew who called . it was silence before the beeping faded and a voice came along hoarse and obviously tired , a man's too .

"Hey , uh , Scaramouche . Yeah it's , hm , us again ."

maybe this repeat can lead to a different end .

SCARA-LiNE ! / WORK NAVi ! next chap : YOU & XIAO !

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songficsbyrissi · 4 years ago

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You’re Mines Still (Erik X Reader)

“They say time heals She can't see her life without me, she's so blind still Fuck that nigga, you can tell him that you're mines still” - Yung Bleu feat. Drake

A/N: heyyyy y’all! Back from the dead again! 🤣 here to drop my shit and dip as always. I’m trying to stop that, I swear. Hennyways, I wanna put a disclaimer here: I have nothing against MBJ. I couldn’t care less about the nigga but I thought it’ll be interesting to have this nigga as the boyfriend, instead of making a character up in contrast to Erik. I think it’s perfect because I’m pretty sure they’re two completely different niggas. And I know “mines” isn’t proper English but I’m going with the title of the song so don’t start with me 😂😂😂 Aight imma let y’all read lol. Hope you enjoy it!

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You were doing it again.

You found yourself observing your boyfriend Michael, and comparing him to your ex, Erik. Right now, Michael came into the kitchen and gave you a swift kiss on the cheek to say good morning. It was sweet and nice but Erik would’ve grabbed you by the waist, pulled you in for a long, juicy kiss, followed by a smack on the ass. You found yourself low-key missing that, but you moved on so you had to let that go.

“Michael?”

“Yes, cookie?”

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes. It was a cute nickname, but ever since you told him your favorite dessert was chocolate chip cookies, here this nigga go, making it your nickname.

You shook your head. “Never mind.”

“You seem so distant, babe. What’s on your mind?” He asked from his seat at the table.

You avoided eye contact with him. “Nothing. I’ve just been tired.”

He snorted at this. “It’s because you work too much. I told you to chill.” He got up from the table and kissed you on the cheek. “Alright, I’ll see you later. I gotta go to the office.”

“Bye.” You said faintly as he walked out of the door. That was another thing. Erik could tell when something was bothering you and knew you avoided eye contact when you were lying. Michael just let anything you tell him slide. At this point, you could have a gunshot wound in your stomach and tell him you were fine and he’ll believe it.

You sighed deeply and got your things together so you could go back to your place. Michael asked you to move in with him, but you knew you weren’t ready for that. Not with him.

On your way to your apartment, you remembered you needed to do some grocery shopping, so you pulled up to the supermarket and pulled out your list of essentials on your notes app. The supermarket wasn’t too busy, thank God. You were able to weave back and forth through the aisles with ease. You got to the soup aisle and the broth you needed was all the way on the top shelf. You looked to the side to make sure no one would see you embarrass yourself. Before you could climb, a man’s arm reached up, grabbed the carton of broth, and handed it to you.

You smiled softly. “Thank you so much. I was about to embarrass myself climbing this shelf.”

“I could see that.” The man replied in a familiar voice that caused you to break your neck to look at him.

“Erik....” you breathed nervously once your eyes fell on him. He was still fine as always. The day you run into him, he would be wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. An outfit that gets any girl’s faucet running. You wanted to sneak a glance, but you stopped yourself because you knew he would catch it.

He licked his bottom lip and looked you up and down. Damn him.

“Hey ma...it’s been a while.”

You nodded, looking down at your shopping cart. “Yeah, it has....”

“You still fine as hell.” Erik cracked a smirk and you were getting more and more nervous under his gaze. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You decided to breathe and ignore his statement. “How have you been, Erik?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, which something he always did when he was nervous. Holy shit, he was nervous around you. Why did that bring a pang of joy into your heart?

“I’ve been chilling. I'm still an architect. Still designing houses and getting people to buy them. It’s been aight. I’ve been successful.”

You gave him a genuine smile. “That’s good. I’m glad everything is going good in your career.”

“Yeah, it is. If only you were with me to see it all.”

You sighed deeply, shaking your head. “Erik-“

“I should’ve never let you go, Y/N. You were a good ass woman and you motivated me. I know I messed up but-“

“Erik, I’m kinda seeing someone else right now.” You spat out, preventing him from continuing the monologue he had going. He seemed taken aback by your outburst. Then came denial, anger, sadness, and acceptance all on his face.

“I’m sorry, Erik but I have a new boyfriend now. His name is Michael and he’s great. I figured you should know that.”

Erik let out a dry laugh in response and held his hands up in defense. “Yeah, you know what? I should’ve. A woman like you, of course, a nigga gonna snatch you up. That’s my fault. I hope he treats you well.”

“He does.” You swallowed hard and pushed your cart forward. “You take care of yourself, Erik. I’ll see you around.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You just continued pushing until you heard his voice.

“You too, Princess.”

You stopped in your tracks for a bit, hearing that nickname for the first time in forever but you continued on your journey, refusing to look back at your ex.

You wrapped up your grocery store trip and went home. Even while you were cooking for your new man, Erik was still on your mind. You couldn’t help but think about all the times you had with him. One memory came back to you and you cringed. The night you two broke up.

“All you can think about are these damn houses! What about our house, Erik?!?!” You screamed coming closer to him, with your fists clenched. “What about all the shit you promised me?!”

“You’re still getting it, Princess! I promise!” He tried to pull you in a hug, but you pushed him away. All you saw was red. You didn’t want him touching you. You stuck a finger in his face.

“Bullshit! I’m tired of your empty-ass promises! I’m better than this! I’m better just being your damn girlfriend for all these years! It’s either you’re wanna be with me forever or you don’t! It’s that simple!”

Erik gathered up all the anger building to yell back. “No! It ain’t that simple! You just don’t get it.” Your angry demeanor softened at his words and you took a seat on the leather sofa. You wanted to cry because this shit was so fucking frustrating. You looked up at him with all the sincerity you could muster.

“Help me get it, Erik. Please. Because I just don’t.”

Erik took your trembling hands into his larger hands. “I just...I just don’t see myself as your husband right now. I got a lot of shit to work out before I can make that type of commitment to you, ma. I just need you to understand that and stick with me. I’m not saying it’s never going to happen. I’m just saying now’s not the right time.”

As much as you tried to prevent it, it happened. Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Erik began wiping them off, but you backed away.

“You keep saying that. When is the right time, huh? When?” You asked then sneered once you saw that once again, he couldn’t supply you an answer. “Just admit it, Erik. You don’t want to marry me. You don’t want to get a house with me, you don’t want to have kids with me. You don’t...” you swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to say this. “You don’t want forever with me. Now I get it.”

Erik shook his head vigorously as you rose from the sofa and he grabbed your hand. “No, baby girl! You’re not getting it! I love you! I love you so much! Please!”

You used your free hand to wipe some more of your tears. “You don’t love me the way I love you, Erik. I’ve been dying to be your wife, but you don’t want to be my husband. So I’m not gonna waste time with you when I can find someone who will.”

You released yourself from the grip he had on you, both figuratively and literally, and packed all your shit up. Despite the protests and guilt-tripping coming from Erik, you still made it your mission to get the fuck out of his apartment and get the fuck out of his life.

After mourning and healing from the loss of your long-term relationship, you met Michael. He was a nice man who looked similar to Erik but was completely different, personality-wise. Your friends noticed how much Michael looked like Erik, but they decided not to bring it up because they knew you would deny it. You were in denial, convinced it was all a coincidence. Deep down, you knew damn well he looked like Erik.

However, he was nothing like him and you thought that would work out in your favor. It didn’t.

You laid wide awake in Michael’s bed. He fell asleep after one round of sex and you were not satisfied. The sex was good, but one round??? Erik used to go at least 3 a night. Erik also would spoon, but Michael was turned away from you, snoring away. Your phone buzzed on your nightstand and you picked it up to see a text from your ex. You sat up in shock and opened it.

Erik:

Ik I shouldn’t b but I can’t stop thinkin bout u. I never stopped.

You took a deep breath and fixed your thumbs to respond.

You:

I’m with someone else, Erik. U gotta respect that.

Erik:

I do I just don’t like it. Can we at least be friends?

You contemplated your answer, then constructed a text back.

You:

Fine. We’ll be friends.

Erik:

With benefits? 👀

This caused you to stifle a laugh that would’ve been loud enough to wake up your boyfriend.

You:

Lmao no! Just friends, Erik.

Erik:

Lol I’ll take what I can get. Good night, Princess ❤️

After that last text, you were smiling yourself to sleep. It didn’t take long for Erik to invite you to group outings with mutual friends to eventually just you and him. It felt wrong but felt so right at the same time. You were alone in Michael’s apartment once again when Erik hit you up asking if you would like to see a house he built that was being pulled off the market. You agreed since you had nothing else to do. It’s just a house.

Needless to say, The house was gorgeous.

“Shittttt look at this fucking closet!” You cooed, entering the large walk-in closet in the master bedroom, and turned around to look at Erik with an enormous smile on your face. “Erik! You did that shit! This is my dream house! If I had the money, I would buy it right now!”

Erik chuckled with his arms folded. “It’s already bought, Princess.”

You scrunched up your face in disappointment as you stood against the marble island table in the middle of the room. “Ughh for real? I bet they don’t even like it like that!”

“Nah...I do.” He walked up to you slowly.

It didn’t click for your slow ass what he just said. “Of course you like it. You designed it.”

“Nah, we designed it.”

A record scratch went off in your head and you turned to see Erik right next to you. You gazed into his eyes to see an emotion you couldn’t describe. He saw confusion in yours.

“You ain’t noticed how this house is exactly your dream house? Everything you wanted in a house is right here. Baby girl, after you left me, all I could think about you and us and how I fucked us up. I was designing other houses and buildings, but there’s one that was most important to me that I never focused on and that was ours. I remembered our discussions and you didn’t know it, but I took notes of everything we wanted in a house. I finally had the motivation to get it designed, built, and bought.”

Erik built a house for you. He actually listened to you. Even when you thought he wasn’t, he was listening to every detail of what you wanted. You had so many questions to ask, but you were speechless. What were you supposed to say to this?

“I don’t want you to think I was on some creepy nigga shit because I wasn’t. It’s just that this design was gonna go to waste and I was going to let them sell it to the highest bidder, but I just couldn’t. This house was the last piece of you I had left. If I sold it, it was like me officially giving up on the possibility of us. I still had that hope. I’m a stupid ass nigga, I know.”

Your right hand grasped his left hand and he finally spared you a glance to see unshed tears in your eyes.

“I wanted this....from you....for so long. For so long! Why are you giving it to me now?! When I have someone else?!” You threw his hand out of frustration and exited the closet. You didn’t make it far. You just went into the master bedroom and cried your eyes out. You waited so long for this and he’s giving it to you now? When Michael was in the picture? Well, It’s too damn late.

Erik got on his knees and grasped your knees. You stared at him through the tears in your eyes.

“I know you’re building a life with this nigga, but stop. Stop that shit. You know he ain’t the one for you. Fuck that nigga. You’re mines still.” Erik was pleading with you. He began to shed a tear. Holy shit, he meant every word. “Baby, I’m on my knees. Take me back.”

Your ex began planting tender kisses on your knees and traveled up to your thighs, still holding you. Your heart raced at his actions, but you didn’t want him to stop. You missed him. You missed him so damn much. As much as you tried to lie to yourself, you still loved him.

“Erik, get up.”

He obeyed and you took his face in your hands, caressing the sides.

“You’re such a fucking manipulative motherfucker and I hate that I love you so fucking much.”

Erik took your hands into his and kissed the insides. “I ain’t trying to manipulate you, baby. I swear I’m not. I love you and I just wanted you to know that I heard you. You just wanted a nigga to show you that he was serious about you. I get it. While you were gone, I focused on myself and fixed myself because I admit I was dragging my ass with doing that while we were together. It was because I thought you were here to stay so I had all the time in the world to get my shit together. When you left, I saw that I was wrong. I was wrong as fuck.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him keep talking.

“I love you, baby. All I’m asking for is a second chance to make this right, but if you say no, I’ll sell this house and leave you alone for good. I swear on my Pops’ grave, I’ll leave you the fuck alone, Y/N.” His words were so heartfelt. “I don’t wanna go unless you make me.”

You were hyperventilating through your tears, then a smile formed across your face. “Erik, I love you. I love you so much, baby.”

Erik tackled you with frequent kisses on your lips and it turned into a whole passionate make-out session. He planted kisses all over your neck while he unbuttoned your blouse and you could feel his hard dick through his pants.

“Fuck. I missed this. I missed us.” You breathed when his lips met yours, once again.

“I missed us too, baby.” Erik rested his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes with so much love. “Be my wife.”

You backed away from him and furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“You heard me. Marry me, baby. I don’t wanna waste any more time.” He saw the look on your face and his joyful expression turned somber. “You don’t want to marry me?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that, Erik. I always wanted to but just because we getting back together doesn’t mean I wanna rush into a marriage. We gotta fix us first. We can’t even fix us right now because I still have to break up with Michael.”

Erik put a hand through his hands and blew air out of his mouth. “You right.”

“And the way you asked sucked.” You deadpanned but found yourself laughing afterward and he face palmed himself. “Seriously? After all this time, I deserve a better proposal than that.”

Erik chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “You right. Once again. Imma do better.”

And when he said he would do better, you knew he wasn’t just talking about the proposal.

“You better. I ain’t giving you a third chance. This ain’t baseball!”

This caused him to guffaw, pull you into a tight, loving embrace, and kissed you once again. He had a grin on his face that rivaled the Cheshire cat.

“You’re mines still,” Erik said as a statement and a question.

“Yep. I never stopped being yours, baby boy.”

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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worst case scenario part 5

finally!! so sorry its been an age to anyone still here but lives been interesting atm so.... also this really feels a bit rambley and the ending is deff underdeveloped but I just kind of wanted this done tbh x

[previous part] [part 1]

warnings: hospitals - ICU, ventilation that sort of stuff, just a lot of ANGST post a difficult birth - please don't read if this could be upsetting for you, and my inbox is always open if u wanna chat :)

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In a complete 360 degree flip from earlier that day, after leaving the hospital Tom had become obsessively attached to Aurora. They’d got back to his parents place in Tom’s car; Aurora in the carseat Y/n and Tom had ready in their car door for her arrival. Clearly his parents had already pre-warned his brothers, who had thankfully already gone over to Tom and Y/n’s - collecting the Moses basket amongst other items Harry had been listed off from his mother.

Apart from explaining a little behind her name to his parents on the journey back, Tom had spoken very little, choosing to keep himself to himself - physically stationing himself beside the Moses basket the whole time. Of course, there had been a bit of light conversation and almost procedural passing round of Aurora between all her uncles and grandparents, which Tom had kept a wether eye on - but ultimately not engaged.

He also knew that physically his body was failing him. Although eating a little of the lasagne Sam had made for everyone, he could only stomach a minuscule amount, which did little to boost his energy levels. It felt as though sleeping was the enemy, because he was neither ready to leap into the car if the phone went; or to hear the smallest sound from the wicker basket, suggesting something was wrong. So as much as he tried to fight it, before even nine o’clock he began to dose off on the familiar couch of his parents sitting room - occasionally jerking himself awake before loosing the fight once again.

Nikki had tried to gently push him to take a break in the spare bedroom, which had been Tom’s before he’d moved out, but was unsuccessful - every time he retaliated with a stern shake of his head, while checking his phone just in case he’d missed a notification. Eventually Nikki relented, later in the evening both her and Dom retiring to bed; once Sam had agreed to stick around downstairs till a bit later - as a chef he worked till late in the nights, so even on his days off like today, his sleep schedule was just a little fucked.

Left alone with his new little niece and now pretty firmly asleep brother, Sam draped a blanket over the latter just in time for Aurora to start fussing in the need of a bottle. His mum had explained how to do everything, how to mix the formula and heat it up, so after scooping up the little wriggling girl in the hope his brother wouldn’t get disturbed, Sam dealt with her. To be honest no matter how clueless and useless he felt, Aurora was just so cute - if a little wrinkly and alien looking, but in a good way. This was the first baby any of them had had, so the first time Sam experienced this instant connection and love for the little being that was his niece or nephew. It was terrifying, lifting the bottle against her lips for the first time, but then it just sort of seemed to work. She was incredibly smart for less than 24 hours old, instantly latching on, like she had done for Haz at the hospital.

That gave Sam a little confidence in his ability as an uncle, giving himself a satisfied nod while swaying from the kitchen to move back into the living room. It was just a preference to be within reach of Tom… just in case. His poor brother still hadn’t moved, slumped against the corner of the sofa, leaning toward the now empty Moses basket. Normally, Sam seeing his supposed heart throb of a brother looking as rough as he did now - double chin, mouth hanging slightly open, deep sunken eyes - he would’ve taken a photo to blackmail him with. Now though, it was just desperately sad, seeing his brother like this, hand still clutching his phone tightly above the blanket.

Rather hoping the calm would last for a while, Sam successfully finished off feeding Aurora; winded and then put her down to sleep again just in time. Because, perhaps expectedly, Tom’s phone began to blare off the default iPhone ringtone making Tom jump and throw the device across the room as he awoke with a start. Sam ran to grab it off the floor, mainly with the hope of turning it off before Aurora was awoken too - knowing that it was best tonight to tackle one thing at a time.

And so he immediately swiped to answer the call, not even registering who the call was from, much rather just wanting the noise to stop.

“Hello?”

“Sam? It’s Harrison” Tom had jumped up from his seat hovering beside Sam with petrified look. It took barely seconds for Tom to snatch the phone back, launching questions down the receiver.

“Slow down would you? Y/n is fine I was just phoning to check in.”

“Oh er yeh… um sorry I just… just thought…”

“It’s the other way mate. Nurse says she’s starting to get there cos first she moved her arm a bit when we pinched her shoulder and then I just called because she started to like gag and now the ventilator thing is gone.”

“W-what?”

“I think she’s breathing by herself? Like she’s got an oxygen mask instead of the tubes down her throat.” Clearly Harrison was not, by any means, a medical expert.

“They said she would have the ventilator for a few days at least.”

“I guess Y/n got bored? To be fair she couldn’t ever sit still.”

“I’m coming to you.”

“Tom it’s nearly midnight, I was supposed to be kicked out at 10. Just come back in the morning, they won’t let you in I’m pretty certain.”

“What if she wakes up!”

“Then they’ll call you! She’s getting better Tom you should be try and relax for like a second.”

“FUCK OFF HAZ! If she wakes up all alone and terrified then-“

“I’m not going to having a screaming match on the phone with you. I think we both know you wanting to come is more for you than for Y/n, because Y/n would want you to be looking after Aurora.”

Again guilt tripping using the newborn. Harsh but effective. Stopping Tom’s anger dead in it’s tracks.

“Look I can put the nurse on for her to tell you they won’t let you in and they’ll call if anything happens - but you already know that.”

“Yeh sorry fine … I know don’t bother.”

“Okay… I’m was gonna head back to my place and I know you’ve probably got your mum begging to fuss over Aurora but if-“

“Can you come?”

“Didn’t need to ask mate.”

And that’s how the night went. Until Harrison arrived at the Holland family home, Tom had spent the time pacing back and forth, blatantly ignoring the pleas of Sam just to sit down. Once he arrived though, going through all the updates in a lot more detail Tom seemed, for the first time, optimistic. By no means could you call him relaxed or happy - but compared to the rollercoaster that had been the last 24 hours, Harrison thought that was more than enough. Aurora had started fussing again at 1 but by the time it had turned into a full blown scream at Tom, Sam already had the bottle ready. It took a little bit of encouragement and promise that Tom would be able to feed her but actually, she instantly latched on, settled in her Dad’s hold while guzzling down the contents of the bottle.

After a bit of winding she ended up falling asleep on her dads chest, only when he felt himself start to flag did Tom place her back in the basket. Harrison and him ended up crashing on the sofas, Sam retiring to his own room. Phone still tightly clutched in Tom’s grip.

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The first thing Y/n became properly aware of was this intense heaviness all over her body. It felt as though her limbs were all composed completely of lead, meaning as much as she was just craving rolling over, it was as though her own body was holding her down. A very alien feeling that unsettled her slightly, trying to shake of the misty feeling in her head to work it all out. It took a while to drag herself out of the depths of sleep, to the point where background noise slowly faded in - an alien beeping as well as distant shuffling making her heart thump with unease. Finally, perhaps most distressingly , her eyes felt glued shut. Not because they were heavy, in the way someone extremely sleep deprived cant keep their eyes open; rather stiff like they hadn’t been used in so long they’d rusted over or something.

The feeling was quite horrific and isolating- as though she were locked into her body without an escape in sight. Whilst trying to calm her racing thoughts, Y/n chose to focus completely on the one thing she could do. She could listen. She listened to the beeps, focusing on the type of sound, the way it chimed so regularly; and it’s form. It was familiar, for that she was sure but for now at least she couldn’t place it.

It felt like an investigation, trying with all her might to try and workout what the fuck was going on. To put it mildly.

The most useful clue though, a breakthrough if you will, is when a voice sounded - clear and familiar.

“Excuse me nurse?” It was Nikki. For sure. It was a clue, but didnt seem to make a hell of a lot of sense. Y/n was so focused on why the hell Nikki was apparently watching her sleep unconscious, she completely missed the reference to the nurse. As in hospital. As in Y/n was in hospital. “… I’m just going to swap out for my sons friend.”

“Harrison?” That voice seemed new and unfamiliar.

“Yes, he won’t be a second I’m sure.”

What was Harrison doing here too?

It was all very confusing and hurt Y/n’s brain to try and unpick. Gradually then, everything sort of melted away, diving back into the darkness.

The next time Y/n woke up things were different. This time she woke up like she would at any time of day. She woke up and her eyes followed suit. Not particularly easily, since as soon as they cracked open she was almost blinded by brilliant white lights, it taking a build up of willpower before she tried it again - bracing for the pain.

By now she knew something was wrong. She remembered all these patchy and hazy periods. All full of confusion and disorientation but with different voices keeping her at least semi calm. Familiar voices, all too often laced with such emotion. Especially Tom’s. She couldn’t remember what he had said, nor had she probably been able to understand it at the time - what stuck was the tone. The sadness, the hopelessness , the emptiness.

It was scary. But it made her want to help. Made her want to open her eyes.

After wincing at the dazzling white surroundings, Y/n blinked her eyes quickly, in an attempt to get them to adjust quicker. She saw an unfamiliar ceiling, one that was tiled in a similar way to her old school canteen. There was a weird pressure round her mouth, eyes quickly darting down to see edges of a clear mask pressed up against the bridge of her nose. That wasn’t it though, the further she looked the more her eyes panned down this pale blue blanket, following the outline of her legs to the bottom raised edge of the bed. The hospital bed.

Her hospital bed.

As much as she wanted to jump up in panic; physically right now that was an impossibility. So instead, Y/n focused on trying to gleam as much information from the situation. It took a hell of a lot of effort, her muscles literally stiff and ridgid with disuse but with a small groan her neck eventually agreed to follow orders. Just a small tilt to the left and suddenly Y/n felt so much more less panicked. Everything was that bit less scary because there was Tom.

Admittedly he didn’t look amazing, or even not bad. Tom was sat with his back pressed against the side of chair, so his body faced her. Had he not looked so ruined, Y/n would’ve laughed at the side of his face squashed into the back of the seat. But he did look horrific, for lack of a better word. His brown eyes were locked shut, but also looked puffy and red, while dark at the same time - as though he’d been attempting to gouge his own eyes out prior. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, hence why he had appeared to have collapsed in the arm chair. At least though , he wasn’t in a hospital bed himself.

That was Y/n’s pleasure.

Her next job was to get her neck muscles to pull her head to the other side. It was a slow wincing gesture, yet she was so aware of another presence that needed to be addressed too. But actually it was 3 people.

Right at the back, a nurse sat on a little spinny chair, scribbling something down in a file of papers but to be quite honest that wasn’t were Y/n’s focus zeroed in on. Instead on Harrison who was sat in chair mirroring Tom, except instead of being passed out asleep he was cradling a baby. Her baby.

Y/n literally felt her heart in her throat at that point, eye widening almost comically. That was her baby - it must be? The monitors all started to loose their regularity as Y/n threw an uncoordinated limb to that side of the bed- already having realised her throat was way too scratchy to try to say anything comprehensible.

Immediately that got the attention of both the nurse, who immediately leapt up and called for support, as well as Harrison - who looked like he was seeing a ghost.

“Oh my-Y/n-?” Luckily he kept the baby safe in his arms rather than dropping her in shock, whilst Y/n kept her eyes locked onto the bundle in his arms. Nodding down, she tried to remove the mask (actually just very slightly knocking it to one side) and attempted to ask of the baby. Her throat, being inhumanly dry and scratchy, didn’t really work but Haz still got the message, scoffing in amazement.

“Aurora… here’s your mummy.” Harrisons voice was quiet and wavering as he delicately held Aurora against Y/n’s collar bone, the babies little tuft of har tickingling her chin. Now Y/n was crying with happiness, looking up at Haz’s icy blue eyes and questioning her name. Harrison confirmed with another disbelieving whisper, whilst the arm that wasn’t still holding Aurora clasped Y/n’s hand with a death grip. “Tom’s choice.”

The mention of him had both of them shift their gaze across the room to Tom’s chair. Even with all the developments, Tom still seemed completely unaware, fast asleep with the side of his face squished against the back of the chair making his lips slightly askew. Y/n were acutely aware of the small congregation of doctors that had accumulated in the corner of the bay but they seemed to be respectfully waiting before they would prod and poke. Haz went to call Tom’s name, before he could though, Y/n squeezed his arm and minutely shook her head. That wasn’t what the blue eyes boy had been expecting, causing Haz to unfold and bring Aurora back up to his chest as he quirked his eyebrows at her.

She didnt need to be filled in on the situation to know exactly what was happening. She had no idea why she was in the hospital bed; how long it had been since she’d given birth - but she knew all she needed to. From Harrisons unbelievably shocked face; and from the state of Tom - it hadn’t been good. Her fiancé looked almost ghostly, it seemed evident that he needed her. First then, she gestured to Haz for some water, which after a panicked look to the nurse; then from the nurse to various doctors; she was eventually given permission.

After somewhat alleviating the sandpaper feeling in her throat, Y/n then croakily asked for a bit of privacy. Right now the doctors all were gawking, Harrison assumed it to be because they’d all led him and Tom to believe she wouldn’t wake up for a while- and even then she was supposed to barely be awake, not able to talk and drink or anything of the sort. With an ecstatic nod Harrison, shuffled out - while doing so prompting the medical people to draw the curtains completely shut round the bay.

Already Y/n had tears welling up in her eyes, purely because she hated seeing him like this. He just looked so broken and shattered which honestly felt worlds worse than the labour she’d gone through. Her whole body still hurt, stiff and achy for reasons yet to be explained to Y/n. None of that mattered though, as she strained her arm out to the side in order to gently reach his knee that was folded up and sticking out awkwardly at an angle. After swallowing one again, Y/n squeezed round the joint and tried to shake it slightly. Instantly the man jumped up in his seat, heavy eyes blinking quickly and repeatedly as he tried to adjust to the room.

Being so sleep deprived and stressed out, Tom’s brain was not working normally, instead with a delayed haze as he apparently skipped over Y/n in the bed, rather surveying the the closed curtains and Harrison’s now empty chair. As he was lifting himself to sit more normally up, uncurling from the armchair, was when he noticed the hand on his knee. Breath caught in his chest, Tom instinctively bit his lip as his eyes gradually traced up the hand, to the forearm, up to the shoulder. It felt like a fever dream, as though all it would take is for him to move and she’d slip away again. But there were her green eyes, gleaming in a way that literally lifted a weight from his shoulders. Her smile was tired and a little confused, but so her - after spending days of just seeing all her features lax, Tom swore that it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Only when Y/n finally croaked out a small ‘hi’ did Tom gain awareness of his body, or rather control of it, enough to leap up and leave over the bed - cradling her face in both his palms. Like a psycho he stared intently, swapping his focus from her left to her right eye like a madman.

“Your-I-I” He was trying to speak, trying to communicate all the thoughts and regrets of things he wished he’d said to her all at once. Weakly she reached up to fully remove the oxygen mask, dragging It down to below her chin, before squeezing his wrists in comfort. Only then did Tom notice the small puddle that had collected on her cheek, which made him realise he was absolutely bawling.

“You ‘kay?” Her voice was like sandpaper but everything about her was so completely Y/n and it was just giving Tom this unreal wave of euphoria. Physically incapable of replying, the brunette just scoffed, leaning over the bed even more so he could press his forehead on hers. He was laughing too, the fact she was asking him that seemed so preposterous, given all the tubes and wires attached to her at the moment. It took Y/n squeezing his wrist harder again to make him lean back a little, searching her eyes with his. She seemed so worried; seemed so full of concern - only then did Tom consider quite how much he’d ‘let himself go’ the past couple of days.

It had been two days since Aurora was born, only 48 hours. But the transformation was mad, none more so than mentally. 48 hours had quite literally changed everything for Tom; changed life forever and himself too. It was showing in his unshaven face, with unwashed greasy hair, everything just looking ‘tired’.

“‘m just really glad your awake.” It was so honest and sincere it did have Y/n wondering what had happened and for how long. What had she put her fiancé through?

“How long?”

“The worst two and a half days of my life… I got you now though, yeh?” Tom whispered wetly, while stroking the side of her cheek - wiping both his and her tears away.

“Always.”

The doctors and nurses then came in, podding and poking Y/n like no tomorrow while Harrison and Tom stood back a little - excitedly grinning at each other and the sleepy girl Haz was cradling, before Tom stole her off him. There was a momentary sick-to-his-stomach feeling after some of the professionals had cleared, seeing her eyes shut again felt like everything was crashing around him. Thankfully though, one of doctors noticed the look of despair on his face, explaining to the two men that she was just asleep normally. That although sh’ed spent along time unconscious, waking from a medical coma is in itself exhausting.

After the initial excitement of Y/n waking the next couple of days were pretty samey. She’d been moved down to a normal ward, no longer needed all the incessant bleeping machines but still had to stay in hospital. Tom found it tricky too, he just always felt he needed to be by her side ‘just in case’. In fact, it had been a source of a bit of tension between him and his fiancé - she could see how exhausted he was from looking after Aurora, plus the stress of being in the hospital for hours a day with her. As Y/n got better and more switched on to the state of him, she realised it was inevitable he’d crash at some point.

But after a week and a half in hospital - comprising of a baby, emergency surgery, 3 days on intensive care, followed by 8 on the ward - Y/n was discharged. Nikki and Dom moved in to Y/n and Tom’s place, to provide care support both for Aurora; and Y/n for the rest of her recovery; and secretly Tom for everything he’d been through.

She was still order on bed rest due to her surgical scars, so Tom and Nikki helped to set her up in the master bedroom as soon as they got in. Of course, everyone was aware of Toms odd mood that day. Until then the only thing he wanted was to get his fiancé back at home with him but now she was over the threshold his excitement and joy appeared to have been zapped out of him. In fact, he’d barely uttered more than a couple sentences. So once Y/n was properly comfortable and Dom had brought Aurora and the cot into the room, Tom’s parents quickly made themselves scarce.

Tom hadn’t stopped, finding some reason to rummage around in the chest of drawers m while Y/n chewed at her bottom lip, watching him.

“Tom?” All she got in response was a light hum. “Tom please will you come and sit down for a minute?”

“I just need to-“

“Tom!” Her exclamation finally properly got Tom to listen, jumping round to face her. “Please... please will you just stop for a second?” Y/n’s eyes felt as though they were boring holes in his skull. Really, Tom knew he’d be forced into this at some point because he couldn’t avoid Y/n. She had some power of mind reading over him. So with a defeated nod and sagging shoulders Tom rounded the bed, weaving between his side and Auroras cot - where she was sleeping soundly.

A silence overcame the room as he heavily planted himself on his side of the bed, mirroring Y/n’s posture leant against the headboard.

“I think we need to have an honest conversation T.”

“If you want.” Nothing about his reply was the picture of enthusiasm, causing Y/n to hesitate a little.

“Look I am so beyond grateful for everything you’ve done while I was in hospital... and it doesn’t take a genius to tell you’ve worked yourself half to death-“

“I’m fine-“

“Don’t lie to me. I know you’re trying to protect me but please... will you just talk to me? Honestly?”

His reply this time wasn’t completely unforeseeable but it still shocked Y/n quite how quickly it happened, especially almost unprovoked. Because that’s all it took for Tom to break, for the past 2 weeks to get their vengance, for all the repressed emotion to escape.

He was crying- well more accurately sobbing- into his hands, his back quaking. Naturally Y/n reached out to pull him into her side, suppressing the groan of pain as she moved a little too much for her abdomen to handle. “I’m here T. I got you and I’m not going anywhere m‘kay?”

And that’s how they stayed, for at least 10 minutes, with Tom crying into her shoulder as Y/n rubbed up and down his back. Eventually though, everything did calm down and Tom repositioned himself to lean his head on her shoulder just facing forward and focusing on playing with her fingers, lacing them fingers with his.

In all the time since she’d woken up, Y/n was yet to broach the subject of their babies name yet. She sensed it was a sensitive topic to say the least, so had thought it best to wait till they were properly alone - not in a ward of 6 strangers where the only privacy came in flimsy blue curtains.

“So…. Aurora huh? Thought it was too airy-fairy, head-in-the-clouds for you?” Smiling lightly, both of them were transported back to the pregnancy when they spent hours and hours bickering over names. Aurora had always been Y/n’s favourite but to Tom thought it was more a name for a hippy kid who went around clad in tie dye and bandanas.

“Still is a bit...but I needed a bit of a miracle and Iceland was in my head. Plus I sort of accidentally word vomited while shouting at Haz, for being nice to me.” Iceland as in when Tom had proposed under the aurora borealis in the freezing sky - when Y/n had agreed, promised even, to be with him forever.

“But you like it?”

“Of course... mother always knows best after all.”

“I think it suits her too. One of your best choices to date, listening to me.” Y/n mused, earning herself a very delicate but still playful elbow in the side before the room drifted back to a much more comfortable silence.

“We’re gonna get through this you know? Me, you and her, we’re together in this... I’m sorry I wasn’t in the beginning and I’m sorry I hurt you but now? I promise you got me and I’m not going anywhere…” Y/n needed to say it and needed Tom to properly listen. “ ...literally, I still cant walk properly.” Tom chuckled wetly at that, which made Y/n feel a lot better too.

To be completely honest, Tom was still hurt and he knew it’d take some mending to move past everything. By no means did he blame Y/n in anyway but just the fact he was left alone and abandoned - well, it was the worst time in his life. The way Y/n understood that and had apologised to him - if completely unnecessarily- meant everything. Meant she would help him to heal... whilst he helped her too.

“Can we just go to sleep? I need to wake up beside you in our bed not at tiny hospital one.” It was only 3 in the afternoon but because of Y/n’s medicine she was constantly drowsy and Tom? Tom was still in this permanent state of exhaustion. So it wasn’t so much of a weird request as it was on the face of it. With a nod, Y/n shuffled down on the bed a bit more resting her head against the top of Tom’s. It was exactly what they both needed, just a bit of peace with each other.

That lasted all of 5 minutes before Aurora woke and started to scream.

Life had most definitely changed. Especially for Tom. Because even though he was he was mentally and physically exhausted, he only appreciated his daughters screams whole heartedly... because Y/n was there groaning with a tired smile too. They were in this together.

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I really hope the ending didnt disappoint too much, im aware its rushed as hell, but thank you for getting this far! And I hope maybe this series has done a teeny tiny bit to normalise not everything in pregnancy and child birth being perfect - that there is morbidity and mortality associated. Obviously this is all fictional (esp the amazingly quick recovery and lack of neurological/other impairments) and not medically accurate in the slightest !!

my inbox is always open :) t x

Tagging : @whitewolf51

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #dad!tom #Tom Holland angst

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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hi! how have you been since the hell that ensued after halloween is?

also could you do a batboys college au? like their major and how the reader would meet them and all that jazz? 👉👈

-🐥

hi anon!! i’m not sure what ur talking about @ the halloween stuff hvsdhjs but! here are the batboys hc’s! i’m not very familiar with duke thomas’s character enough to write about him tbh, so he’s not included here :( but if you want me to add him let me know!! i hope you enjoy!!

dick grayson

out of all the batboys i really didn’t know how to choose a major for him

but

i think he’d do law tbh, specifically criminal law

his main motivation to become a police officer in bludhaven had been to be able to help people in any way he can

i forgot if it’s canon or not but he does realize how corrupt it is and he quits but that’s another thing we won’t get into that lmao

anyways yes let’s just stick with law

meeting you !

he shares one or two courses with you

one that’s really early in the morning

and one that’s later on in the afternoon

dick is like a magnetic okay

anywhere he goes people are just attracted to him

like literally he will breathe

but someone call the ambulance there’s a person that’s passed out bc of how beautiful he is

but this is an 8 am class 😃

so there’s no way ur awake enough to notice him

coincidentally he sits next to you one time

and this is the one time

you decide

yeah lemme just fkn sleep is uni even worth it

dick definitely notices right away but he doesn’t say anything

he thinks you look so cute passed out on your desk like this 🥺

when the professor signals the end of the class, he watches as people file out and then he just leans over and nudges you slightly

you nearly punch him bc he scared you ❤️

he just laughs and goes “class is over”

you just sigh like the guilt starts to hit you and your heart begins to sink

and he sees your disappointed face and just goes

“i took a lot notes. i can share them w you?”

lifesaver in every single way dick grayson 😻😻😻

you had another class that you had to run to and you were rushing

he was like “dw i’ll just give them to you whenever i see you next”

and you 🏃🏻‍♀️ outta there

imagine ur surprise when u enter class at 12 pm and he’s there in all his glory

after the lecture is over, he walks up to you as you’re packing and asks if you want to go to the coffee shop nearby

to take his notes of course

and you finally register just how handsome he is

so obviously you say yes wtf

and the rest is history 😼

he asks you out, properly, pretty early on tbh

so unfazed lmfao

now you take naps on his shoulder instead of the desk 💞💞💞

soooo into pda

kisses u when he first sees you

when you’re parting ways

when he feels like it

straight up cuddles w during lectures i’m not even joking

it’s disgusting how cute you two are

gets you coffee for all those 8 am classes u have w him hehe

study dates always turn into karaoke sessions somehow don’t even ask lmao

jason todd

english literature

this is a collective agreement right?

right

definitely english literature

i dont even think he wants to go to uni but he’s going to waste time plus this is bruce’s money 😏🤑

your major doesn’t necessarily have to be english literature as well

but you share one class

and my god

you two disagree on everything

like every little thing

at this point if he says something and you slightly agree internally you’ll still say some opposing shit

that’s kinda what draws you to him

at first you genuinely had nothing against him

but then this kind of rivalry developed for no specific reason

but it was fun

and he was hot

so seeing him get flustered or angry made him even hotter somehow

but then

but t h e n

you’re not sure if your professor like ships you or something

so you’re assigned a debate topic on one of the books you’d discussed in class/one of the books you’ve read outside, and within each group are the two sides for and against

not only were you in the same team as jason, but you were on the same side as him

so you had to work with him

the audacity of the professor omg

but jason needs this course

and

well you don’t but it’s too late to back out now

you two meet in the campus library after deciding on a book with the other two of your team

and

honestly???

you two work so well together

like insanely well

during the debate you destroyed the other team

spoiler alert

doing so well with jason kinda made you like hot and bothered

seeing him in his zone

sexy <3

what i mean to say is

you both end up making out in some storage room lmfao

or hate sex 😏

professor has a phd in matchmaking 🤔😻

i think you two don’t admit you like each other

bc you’re both stubborn as fuck

but eventually you’re literally on his lap on his couch and it just hits you

and you lean back and go

“wanna go out w me”

and he just shrugs and goes “sure” and pulls you in for more kissing hehe

he’s not v good at the boyfriend thing tbh

you have to chase him around and be like “sir!!! did u forget about me huh!!!”

he doesn’t mean to i promise

he gets all blushy and flustered once he realizes

only ever into pda if he’s insanely jealous

will straight up make out w u regardless of where u are or who ur with lmfao

he’s still getting used to the little intimacies and all

debates in class are so much more fun now cause he finds it so hot when u get all riled up hehe

that eng lit professor is so happy for you two omg

tim drake

okay i also couldn’t really decide for him

but maybe he’d study something like physics (or maybe computer engineering/computer science)

idk u have to have a death wish to wanna major in physics so tim’s major it is

i’m not sure how it works for every other uni but my uni requires 6 credits of sciences to graduate

so let’s say for the sake of this hc u take like just the first level of physics to get 3 credits

and

you’re struggling 😃👍🏼

so you like approach your professor with a few questions before the quiz

but tim is also there

and he kinda makes small talk while you two wait outside the office

and he asks why you’re here

you show him

and he’s like “oh i took this course w the same professor as well, i could help?”

it’s like an angel had descended from the heavens for you personally

you take his number and decide to meet up with him after a few hours

he’s of so much more help than your professor would’ve been, even if ur prof is a really nice and smart person

and he’s super like

patient with you?

also he pays for all the coffee and snacks you’re getting after you already get them

ur like bruh i didnt

dont pay pls

and he’s like no im loaded let me 😼

swooning <3

and guess what!!

you ace the quiz out of some miracle

first thing you do is text him and he congratulates you

and then

bc ur not blind and tim is so fucking cute

you’re like “can i take u out to thank u”

tim’s brain stops working but !

he does say yes eventually

he becomes your designated physics tutor + your amazing boyfriend

being with tim is so like

chill

it’s a very relaxed time

lots of study dates! and cafe dates! all hours of the day whether the sun is up or not

into pda but to a certain degree

like yes of course have a kiss pretty baby

but also it will only be a small peck

any time anyone passes by like common rooms you two will be there snuggling on the couch, one or both of you completely passed out

damian wayne

business major 100%

or a bsba econ major, which is basically the business side of economics

he has to take over his father’s company one day duh

also i genuinely think damian would excel in this field

he’s a very keeps to himself kinda guy in uni

like you only ever see him in your common classes and then he just

disappears

anyways there was this party that everyone was going to, and damian wasn’t planning to

but dick accidentally read some groupchat’s messages and was like are u going

damian went 🏃🏻‍♀️

but dick was like go and try to make friends !!!!

and dames cant say no to his big bro 🥺 so he goes

stays in a corner on the settings app the entire time

like half an hr in he just leaves and is walking home/back to his dorm when you come like rushing up to him

you’re zooming

and then you just latch onto his hand and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear “this person’s been following me for like 15 mins just please go along w this”

he kinda stiffens but when he does notice that there’s a person eyeing you he slips his arm around your waist and just carries on walking

he walks you to your home/dorm and is like

so awkward

but it’s okay ! ur a people’s person enough for the two of you

you thank him so much over and over

and then you’re like

“can i take you out on a real date?”

and then he becomes ur real boyfriend hehe

is still super stiff but it’s only bc he’s so hyper aware of how attractive you are

and i’m super positive he doesn’t have that much experience with dating so

you hold the reigns

but he’s a great boyfriend all in all tbh

super attentive, super protective, and so loving

isn’t into pda especially on college campus but he does like subtle pda

things like linking your pinkies or giving you his hoodie to just parade around campus hehe

end note; i’m sorry if these feel rushed or anything like. i used to be an avid writer for the batboys, but i just haven’t been feeling it lately. i still love to write from them bc i know these boys so well eeeeppp. anyways feel free to request some more!!

#dc comics x reader #dc comics headcanons #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd headcanon #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson headcanon #tim drake x reader #tim drake headcanon #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #batboys x reader #batboys headcanons

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jinpanman · 4 years ago

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Vampire’s Wine

pairing: vampire boyfriend!jungkook x fem human!reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: 18+, fluff, slightly nsfw, established relationship

warnings: this whole thing is a disgusting bloody mess and not in the way you think. menstruation talk - from the use of hygiene materials to the smell of period blood, jk loves period blood - oop., casual conversation about sex and genitals

summary: You decide to brave the mystery that is menstrual cups. Jungkook is intrigued to say the least.

a/n: i needed a break from all my long af fics. u can blame my brain. u can also blame Jess @shelive-shelove for telling me to write this. and for helping me pick a member to write about - but then again, she always picks jk. also @joonie-mono kept judging me so now that it exists she has to read it. :-)

The simple matte black box sits on the bathroom counter and it’s incredibly intimidating despite it just sitting there. You pick it up and open the case to reveal an equally black menstrual cup sitting on top of a black pouch. A slip of paper falls out when you open it and you pick it up.

Greetings Y/N! We’re so glad you’ve decided to become the owner of a BLAKD cup. We understand some people don’t want color stained cups so we went ahead and…

You toss the card to the side and pick up the cup and turn it around in both awe and trepidation. There’s a knock on the open door but you don’t bother to look up.

“What’s that you go there?”

“JK honey, tell me. How am I supposed to stick this up my nether region?”

Jungkook snorts and plucks the cup from your hand.

“Well, my dick is bigger than this and you do such a good job taking it all in so I know my baby can handle this small thing.” He pats your cheek lovingly

You squeak and swat his arm away in disbelief. “Jungkook! I swear! You—that’s different! I’m not horny when I’m trying to stick this-this monster inside of me.”

He laughs and quickly covers the little distance between you, pulling you flush against him.

“First of all, that’s an insult to my dick because this,” he waves the cup in front of you and you roll your eyes at him “is no monster. Secondly, maybe we should get you horny first so it won’t be an issue.” He wiggles his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip in anticipation.

You scoff and push him away, taking the cup back from him.

“I need to figure out how to stick this up my very unaroused vagina, so please go and do your vampy things and leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He merely shrugs but of course your boyfriend who must know everything about everything asks, “But babe, what’s wrong with what you usually use?”

Ah, now that’s a good question. You’ve used pads and tampons for so long and frankly you are so utterly fed up with the mess that is Aunt Flo.

“Jungkook, you won’t even understand even if I told you.”

“Try me.”

You raise a brow but proceed anyway. “Well they stink, for one.”

“False. I love the way you sme—okay, sorry. Go on.”

“Pads are so annoying especially when you’re sweaty and they stick to your butt and somehow you always end up bleeding everywhere except on the pad! And then tampons! Just the general scare that it’ll be stuck there for too long or it’ll poison you or that you’re actually not bleeding as much as you thought you were and you’re dry af and it gets so uncomfortable to take out!” you voice dies out, nearly out of breath because you failed to pause after each sentence. Jungkook watches you with amusement painted throughout his face and relaxed posture resting against the counter.

Your chest is heaving but you continue after taking a few short breaths, “Period panties are okay but I’d like some extra insurance y’know? Also everything is so fucking expensive! Tell me why we’re being paid to tend to something we absolutely cannot control? I fucking bet you if men had periods, they’d free bleed every month and expect everyone to be okay with it. But because we’re women we have to hide it because it makes—”

Jungkook breaks you off mid-tangent kisses you and grins. “Had to stop you before you start ranting for a whole 10 minutes and then forget why you were talking in the first place.”

You return the kiss and give him an appreciative smile. Most people aren’t into the “kiss someone to get them to shut up” but in your case, you appreciated the kisses because one, Jungkook gives the best kisses and two, you really would go off forever if he didn’t shut you up.

“Thanks, baby. Now please leave,” you say before shoving him out the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

After what felt like (and probably was) two hours you are finally out of the bathroom, feeling so utterly defeated and exhausted. You had gotten it in, but at what cost? Both your hands still reek of blood despite scrubbing thoroughly for several minutes with soap. Your thighs are aching from squatting for so long as well. You plop down on the couch beside your boyfriend who’s occupied playing some rando shooting game on the PlayStation. He inhales deeply and shoots you a quick glance. You give him a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything.

After his match, he leans in close to your stomach and takes another big whiff. You’ve long passed being surprised at how much Jungkook likes smelling you. You’d think he was a werewolf or something. Not that you’d tell him that because you were not in the mood to be dicked down just to “prove a point.”

“Hm? You don’t smell like you normally do?”

“Huh, I’m honestly shocked considering how much I bled all over my hands and thighs.”

“Careful, Y/N. You might make me horny,” he muses as he enters another match.

“You’re gross.”

“So, what does the blood just… sit there?”

“Mm, yeah. The cup keeps it all inside and when I take it out the blood will be there.”

“Tell me when you’re gonna take it out, okay?”

Without breaking eye contact with the television screen, he tilts his head to plop a quick kiss on your forehead. You pull a blanket over you and watch on as your endearing thousand year old boyfriend destroys the hundredth controller because he’s still very much a baby vampy and sometimes he forgets his own strength.

“Ohhh my goood this is so fucking weird,” you mutter in disgust.

Here you are, at the end of a full day of doing absolutely nothing, squatting in the tub once again. This time, instead of sticking a foreign object up your vagina, you’re trying to pull it out. You finally have a grip on the stem and your thighs are screaming at you but you fight through the burn because no way in hell are you gonna risk dropping your cup in the toilet bowl. The several guides you found on the internet said it helped to use your muscles to push it out.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

You push and you eventually feel the suction giving way. A few drops of liquid spill out over your hand and you grimace at how warm it is. You finally pull it out from inside you and you lift it up to inspect the contents of the cup. God it was startling how warm the cup is. It was both disgusting and fascinating to see how much blood you can bleed within half a day. And the best thing—it doesn’t smell! You’re done being weirdly fascinated with your blood now. You’ve definitely been with Jungkook for too long. You hold the cup away from you and tilt it to pour down the—

“NNOOOO!!!! STOP Y/N!!!!”

Your boyfriend stumbles into the bathroom and you watch him with absolute befuddlement as he inches closer to you with crazed eyes.

“Baby,” he reaches out to you, “what were you just going to do?”

“Um, pour out my period blood?”

“Baby!!” he practically whines and kneels beside the tub.

“...Yes? Jungkook?” You’re at a complete loss for why he came bursting here in such a hurry.

“I thought I asked you to tell me when you were gonna take it out.”

“I’m sorry hun. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m just taking it out?”

“Babe.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Jungkook, I don’t even know what you’re talking about so if you could just tell me, that’d be great.”

He groans into his hands and peeks at you through his fingers.

“I wanna drink it.”

Oh, for god’s sake. You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t ignorant to his obsession with blood, especially during that time of the month. He was a vampire, after all. This was a whole new experience though with nearly an ounce of your blood right in your hand. Before you can second guess yourself, you hand the cup to your very pouty boyfriend who takes it with a now huge smile gracing his face.

He brings the cup directly under his nose and takes a quick whiff. You wrinkle your nose in distaste. And then he lets out a deep, guttural moan. He flicks his tongue in the pool of blood then promptly empties the blood into his mouth. A normal person would not shiver at the sight of their boyfriend drinking their blood, but you’ve long resigned the fact that you were not normal. Your eyes fixate on the trail of blood that missed his mouth and now fall down the side of his mouth to his chin. You swallow in sync with Jungkook who hands you back the empty cup.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Please never stop using this cup. It is the greatest creation of the modern times… Next to the internet. Also don’t ever drain your blood anymore. Give it to me. Save the ocean.”

“You absolute dork,” you laugh and continue your downward gaze of his body. That’s when you see it.

“Oh my god. Jungkook. Did you… baby are you horny?”

#jungkook fanfic #btsghostie #vampire jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #f:vampire's wine #i'm so sorry #also black menstrual cups do exist #omg you guys tell me to stop re-editing this every 10 minutes

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kbuggg3 · 3 years ago

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~U m b r e l l a A c a d e m y~ FivexReader: “Stakeout” (Part 1)

IMAGINE: After discovering the apocalypse and getting transported back into the present, Five and (y/n) make it their mission to stop the doomsday clock and save not only their family, but the entirety of the world as they know it.

No ever thought anything like this would ever happen. Everyone assumed the other was content with the lives they were forced to live. Well, everyone except Five. He was very secretive or quiet with his hate for this lifestyle. It started off as a regular day in the Hargreeves residence.

Mother had just finished making breakfast as she rang the bell and all 8 of us raced down the stairs to see who could try and get to their assigned seat first. Of course we couldn’t sit down yet- we had to wait until our father sat down. He would then nod his head, giving us the green light.

Things were going as good as anything can get there. Breakfast was good. The usually smell of eggs and bacon was almost comforting. Until Five decided enough was enough. He slammed his knife into the table, causing the bottom of it to stick straight up.

All of our eyes went wide. Well, everyone’s except mine. I just slouched back in my chair and rolled my eyes. Even 15 year old me was fed up with Five’s shenanigans.

Me and Five were very close. Closer with each other than we were with anyone else in the family. Me, being Number 8, always got picked on for being the last number. But Five would always tell me I had the coolest powers to cheer me up. I had telekinetic powers.

There was this “unspoken thing” between me and Five as Klaus would call it- We were also pretty close with him.

Me and Five liked each other, as more than friends of course. But it was forbidden. It was our fathers rule to “keep it professional” even though we were only kids. That’s one reason why Allison and Luther’s relationship never went anywhere.

The other reason being they were both too shy to admit their feelings. Whereas Five, a person with no filter whatsoever, used to tell me all the time. He told me everything and anything. Five used to slip notes under my door, telling me to meet him after hours.

When everyone was asleep I would open his door to find him waiting for me on his bed, wearing a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, just like the rest of us (Father picked those outfits out as well).

We would lay on our backs side by side on his decent sized mattress and talk about anything that came to mind. Sometimes he would say to me, “I wish we could be together,” as if telling someone you liked them was as simple as telling someone about their day.

But that’s what I liked about him. He was open. Honest. Because we told each other everything, he would always rant to me about how father won’t let him time travel.

So I knew the moment he stood in front of the upright knife with his fist clenched, he was angry about just that.

“Number Five?”

“I have a question.”

Father continued to eat his breakfast as if this were a normal, everyday thing. But it wasn’t. “Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson.” Five rolled his eyes and responded sternly, “I want to time travel.”

“No.”

“But I’m ready! I’ve been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said!” Five then proceeded to teleport from his seat, over to the right side of fathers chair. “See?”

Father sighed and took the fork of eggs away from his mouth as he began to lecture Five. “A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.”

“Well I don’t get it.”

“Hence the reason you're not ready.” Father stated as he took a sip of his grape wine.

Five looked over to me, his angered look immediately going soft. I shook my head, trying to tell him not to go any further. He looked like he was actually considering it, but the moment he looked away, all considerations faded.

“I’m not afraid.”

“Fear isn’t the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable.” Father then threw his utensils onto his plate making them clatter loudly and he faced Five and yelled, “Now I forbid you to talk about this anymore!”

Five gave me one last look, almost like he was apologizing for something, and then ran off, causing all heads to turn.

“Number Five! You haven’t been excused!”

Of course Five didn’t listen. Why would he listen to our so-called father who didn’t even bother to give us real names, only numbers? But maybe he’ll listen to me. Without thinking, or waiting for consent, I got up from my seat and ran after him.

“Number 8!”

After yelling his name over and over again, Five finally turned around, his cheeks red with anger. “Five, where are you going?”

“Away.”

“What do you mean ‘away’? You're just gonna leave everything?” Five didn’t answer.

“You-“ I began to try and speak again but my voice was breaking. I can’t let him see me like this. I cleared my throat and tried again. “You’re just going to leave me?”

Five’s eyes moved from his untied shoelace to my eyes. His gaze softened again and he slowly reached out for my hand.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve this.”

And then it happened. It’s kind of all a blur really. All I remember is him letting go of my hand and the blue light surrounding him.

I desperately reached out to grab his hand but all I could touch was the sleeve of his uniform. And before I knew it, I had time traveled into the future with him. Every building was crumbled and in ruins.

There were occasional fires here and there. After finding all of our family dead, the only evidence we found was an eye that Luther's dead corpse was holding in his hand. We spent 30 years together in that shithole.

At first it was hell. He was mad at me for being there because it “wasn’t safe” and “I should be at home”. I was just trying to stop him from making decisions that he insisted WEREN’T stupid. Look where that got us.

Eventually we met Dolores. She’s the only friend me and Five ever had. Especially when you grow up as a “baby superhero” as Diego would call us. We never went to school, birthday parties, play dates.

We lived a life that was far from normal, so we were very thankful for Dolores. Eventually me and Five made up, started dating even.

43 years later, Five then made an equation to help us time travel back home and even after Dolores told him a million times that his equation was inaccurate he still used it anyway, causing me and him to go back to recent times.... but in our 15 year old bodies.

After reuniting with our family and almost getting murdered by some of Five’s old co-workers, we are now trying to figure out who the eye belongs to so we can try to stop the apocalypse from destroying our world and everyone in it.

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“I knew this was a waste of time. I mean what did I expect her to do? Help us?” (y/n) and Five walked away from Vanya’s apartment complex.

They had tried telling her about the apocalypse and where the couple had been for the past 16 years, thinking she was the only one they could trust, but it was too much information for her to handle. She didn’t even know how to respond to them.

“Well, Five, how did you expect her to respond? Did you think she was going to understand everything immediately? We’ve been gone for the past, what, 16 years? For them at least. For us it was 43.”

“I understand that, but you’d think she would have something to say or questions at least!” (y/n) nodded in agreement. “Let’s just go to the laboratory and find out who this eye belongs to.”

Five nodded as well and grabbed her hand. He then teleported them to the front steps of the laboratory. (y/n) let go of his hand and began to walk up the steps, but he pulled her back and wrapped his hand around hers as he tried to keep his eyes forward and act normal.

Even though every touch, although some small, makes his heart beat 10 times faster and the heat to rise to his cheeks. (y/n) just giggled and kissed his cheek, that soon began to turn a slight shade of pink.

They walked through the doors, hand in hand, with hopeful smiles on their faces.

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“What. An. Idiot.” Five said angrily as he stomped down the steps. (y/n) and Five had attempted to ask the guy for the name of the owner of the eye, but he insisted that he could not give out that information. And when the man looked me up and down, Five got a little violent and they called security.

“Well maybe if you hadn't threatened to ram the guy's head into the wall, we probably would’ve actually gotten somewhere.” (y/n) stayed as she sat on the steps and watched as Five paced back and forth, attempting to think of another plan.

“Wha- i- He was looking at you in a way that no older man should be looking at a 15 year old!” Five shouted pointing toward the doors to the lab. He then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose instead. “Alright. Fine.

Let’s just... go with plan B.”

“Which is....?”

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“You want me to do what?”

“Klaus, please! This is important!” (y/n) said, folding her hands like she’s begging.

“So you want me... to go to this laboratory.... and pretend to be your dad so you can, what, find the name of the person who owns an eyeball that you found in the future?”

Five and (y/n) shared a look and shrugged. “Yes...?” After a moment of silence Klaus finally spoke up. “I’m too sober for this. I am NOT going to do this.”

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Klaus said frustratedly as he, Five, and (y/n) walked down the familiar hallways of the laboratory. “You’ll do anything that involves you getting paid, won’t you?” Five snapped. “Hey 20 bucks is a great deal don’t you think?” Klaus turned to (y/n) and she shrugged then nodded her head.

They eventually made it to Mr. Big’s office, which was the same guy Five threatened. “I’m sorry but without the client’s consent, I simply can’t help you.” Five stood up and angrily responded, “Well we can’t get consent if you don’t give us a name.”

“Well that’s not my problem. Sorry now there’s really nothing I can do, so-“ Before the guy could finish, Klaus interrupted. “And what about my consent?”

“Excuse me?” My. Big’s replied confused. “Who gave you permission... to lay your hands... on my children?” He began to fake cry as me and Five looked at each other, and then at Klaus with a confused look. “Wha- I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“I didn’t touch your children!”

“Oh really? Then how did my son get that swollen lip then?” Klaus stands up and faces Five. “He doesn’t have a swollen-“ Klaus brings his arm back and punches Five hard in the mouth. (y/n) gasps, but doesn’t move from her seat, trying her best to play along with whatever it was Klaus was doing.

Five touched his hand to his mouth, looking at the blood on it. He looked like he was going to kill Klaus right then and there. “And as for my daughter!” Klaus began to look at me with his arm pulled back, ready to hit, but before it reached her face (y/n) grabbed his fist and yanked it forward so his face was close to hers and she whispered, “Touch me, and I’ll kick your *ss.” Klaus just smiled and backed away.

“What about your daughter?” Klaus looked at me with a smirk and I began to fake cry. “H-He touched me! He tried to rape me!” Five smirked as well as he wrapped an arm around my waist and Klaus laughed with joy.

“You guys are crazy.”

“You have no idea.” (y/n) replied chuckling slightly. Everyone watched as Klaus picked up a snow globe that was sitting on the man's desk and he read it. “‘Peace on earth.’ That's so sweet.” He then smashed it onto his head causing it to shatter and his head to bleed. I jumped slightly at the noise and Five’s grip on my waist tightened as if to reassure me it’s ok.

“God that hurt.” Klaus groaned. When the guy reached for the phone on his desk and typed in a number, most likely security again, Klaus took it out of his hands and held it up to his ear. “There’s been an assault...” he “cried”, “in Mr. Bigs office and we need security, now. Schnell!” He yelled then threw the phone down and shook his head to try and make the blurry vision go away.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen Grant.”

“I-It’s Lance... actually.”

“In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lot of blood and a distraught little girl, and they’re gonna wonder ‘What the hell happened?’” Five looked me up and down, smirked, then looked over to the man. “And we’re gonna tell them that you... beat the shit out of us and RAPED our little girl!” Klaus continued to fake cry but it turned into a laugh when he saw the man's terrified expression.

“You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I’ve been there.” Lance just gave him a weird look but Klaus continued. “Little piece of chicken like you. Oh my god you're gonna get passed around like a......” he tried to think of something to say but couldn’t do he just brushed it off.

“You’re just- you're gonna do great. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Jesus, you’re a real sick bastard.” Lance replies.

Klaus’ face went stone cold as he responded, “Thank you.” And spit a piece of glass from his mouth. (y/n) walks over to his desk and leans down close to his face, to where her slightly unbuttoned uniform shows her cleavage. She reaches her hand past him, resting her arm on his shoulder, as she tries to reach the small drawer behind him to get a lollipop.

She can hear his unsteady breathing which makes her want to throw up, because he’s actually somewhat liking this 15 year old girl seducing him, but also smirk because her plan is working.

Her fingers finally wrap around a lollipop and she whispers with a smile, “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” She pulls back, unwraps the lollipop and puts it in her mouth. She then throws the wrapper onto Lance and walks out of the room with a sway of her hips. Five stared at her in awe and Klaus winked at the guy.

Finally, Lance took them to where all of the files are. Five stood in front of the desk, Klaus sat on the other side, facing Lance and all the files, and (y/n) propped her elbows up on the end of the desk, her chin resting on one of her fists as she watched the man as he searched through the drawer.

“That’s strange.”

“What?” Five demands.

“Well, the eye hasn’t been purchased yet.”

“That is strange.” Klaus says standing up and circling Lance to make him nervous.

“This can't be right. It hasn’t even been manufactured yet. Where did you get that eye?” He asks looking up from his files and at Five.

He just shakes his head.

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“Well this is not good.” (y/n) says as the three of them walk back down the steps of the lab. “I was pretty good, though, right? ‘Oh ya? What about my consent bitch?’” Klaus laughed, trying to re-enact the scene from earlier.

“Klaus, it doesn’t matter.”

He just rolls his eyes and responds, “What’s the deal with this eye anyway? Why is it so important to you?”

“Someone out there is going to lose an eye in the next seven days.” (y/n) responds as Five finishes.

“Exactly. They’re gonna bring about the end of life on this earth as we know it.”

Klaus was listening, but didn't really understand what it meant. He didn’t try to understand because he doesn’t really care. He just wants his money.

“Yeah whatever. Hey, can I just get my 20 bucks, like, now?”

“Your 20 bucks?” (y/n) asked as Five rolls his eyes.

“Yeah my 20 bucks.”

“Unbelievable. I give up.” She throws up her arms and walks back to the steps and sits down. She rests her elbows on her knees and her chin rests on one hand while the other hand holds her unfinished lollipop.

“The apocalypse is coming, and all you can think about is getting high?” Five snaps. “Well I’m also quite hungry.” Klaus rubs his stomach then makes a growling noise. “You're useless.” Five shakes his head and walks over to (y/n), sitting next to her and stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Oh come on. You need to lighten up, old man.” Five signs and grabs (y/n)’s free hand, placing their intertwined hands in his lap and gently rubbing her hand with his other. “Hey you know, I’ve just realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!” Klaus laughs as if he’s just discovered a new scientific discovery.

(y/n) and Five just look at him and then continue on with what they’re doing. “All those years by yourself. It’s gotta screw with your head being alone.”

“I wasn’t alone. I had (y/n).” (y/n) smiles a little and stares down at their hands. “Perfect! Well why don’t y’all get together and... we’ll ya know!”

“You know what? Your right Klaus.”

“I-I am?”

“He is?” (y/n) asks, standing up with Klaus. “Of course he’s right. He’s always right. Well, we best be on our way then!” Five grabs (y/n)’s hand and pulls her towards the road, leaving Klaus there with a surprised look on his face. “Hope you don’t mind if we use your bed! Thanks!”

“Wait... what?!” But before Klaus could say anything else Five teleports himself and (y/n) into a taxi. “Wait no! Not my bed! Also I need my 20 bucks!” Klaus yells, running after the car. (y/n) just rolls up the window and waves as Five pulled her into his lap and kisses her jaw, then her neck, then her collar bone, and goes back up.

“Was it true what you said?” (y/n) asked, smirking. “Not entirely.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, for starters, I wouldn’t say that I’m not horny but....”

“Mhm. And...?”

“And that is NOT the reason why I’m ‘uptight’.” Five says pouting a little. (y/n) just laughed and they continued to kiss. When they were completely out of sight, Klaus ran his hands through his hair.

“Shit.”

#five #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #five x reader #five x you #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you

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ac3id · 4 years ago

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hi hi! can i get uhhhhhh bakugo x fem reader, where the reader is quite strong and has a nice quirk and is great in combat (easily like Mirios level), and at first she looks intimidating and unapproachable, but after living at the dorms and having classes together it turns out normally she's super kind and gentle and isn't scared of his outbursts, she's playful and likes to tease him and gets along with everyone well, and he ends up falling for her and developing a huge soft spot for her? ty!💖

--also for the bakugo x fem reader, you can write it as HC or oneshot, fluff or smut or both, i'll leave it up to you!! i really love your blog and how you write, thank you!! 💖💖💖 ]

hell yes!!! even though im shiggy’s whore idkk.... bakugou can just get it. also thanks for the love means alot 😭

ehehe im also planning a series for yandere bakugou 😋 y’all prepare yourselves

also eeeee if u see any grammatical errors or sm pls forgive me,,,, i wrote dis w my retarted phone fjdksksk

warnings: suggestive themes, it's mostly fluff doe, baku n reader are in their 3rd year 18 years old.

contrary to popular belief, i think bakugou is not a tsundere.

if he wants someone he does not give them mixed signals, he probably might just straight up go to his crush and claim them for himself in front of everyone.

he cherishes his s/o and would do anything for them.

with that being said, he dreams of a meaningful relationship but unfortunately. katsuki bakugou cannot fall in love that easily.

he has bigger ambitions like: training to become the number one hero. he does not have time for romance,

so when you come along, he is not really bothered. you’re just another extra, he does not go out of his way to greet you with a warm welcome like kaminari or kirishima do. he does not return the polite smiles you throw at him, he just doesn’t care. there a new girl? so what? she looks kind of scary? he couldn’t give two shits about how you look.

what really gets his attention is how you are able to keep up with him during training. you are strong, almost stronger than him. now, he’s concerned. bakugou likes being the strongest in the room and if someone threatens that, he is going to care.

both of you start off with a love-hate relationship, he is always screaming about how he is going to kick your ass, blow you up into little pieces; make you taste dirt. you always roll your eyes before attacking him and for the next ten minutes it's just the both you manhandling each other until aizawa breaks you two away with his capture weapon. you stick your tongue out to him teasingly, he scoffs and looks away.

the others tease you both all the time. kaminari is always making jokes about the sexual tension between the two of you. you laugh along with it, going up to bakugou and taunting him. bakugou always barks at your face and tells you to shut up, a pink tint forming on his cheeks.

slowly, bakugou finds himself thinking about you. thoughts about you keeps him awake at night, he has got dark circles forming under his eyes these days. all because of you. at first he does not understand, it’s just his thirst for being better than you right? then why does his heart clench everytime you look at him? why does he want to spend more time with you, talk to you?

it doesn't take a genius to understand what he is feeling, he has a crush on you. it’s unexpected, he couldn’t understand why it you out everyone he could fall for. you were always annoying him and treating him like he was an extra but maybe that was why.

once he has admitted to himself that he likes you, that’s when it's your game over.

now, whenever you are teasing him. he retorts back leaving you a flustered mess. you did not believe he had it in him considering how quickly he was to shy away before but now he is sending you mischievous smirks, flirting with you in public. you are left speechless.

the tables have turned, bakugou soon becomes the one taunting you and reducing you to a blubbering mess and after a few weeks, he asks you out.

at first, you think he is joking but the way his crimson eyes look at you with adoration and love; you know it is real. bakugou really likes you. you say yes, of course.

the relationship which blooms between the two of you is healthy and beautiful, you both joke around and have fun. you are able to keep up with each other, help each other and grow together.

in bed bakugou usually tops, with his ego bigger than his dick (which is also huge) it's no surprise how he manages to pin you down and ram his fat cock in you unforgivingly. but don’t be fooled. on good days you manage to pull him under you, and treat him like the slut he is.

neither of you are shy when it comes to sex, y'all probably have even done it in public. bakugou probably has forced you to put on a phone controlled vibrator for an entire day of school. he has the controls, he leaves it at low for the most part but while you're talking to someone he doesn't like: he puts it max without any warning. you try your best not moan, your face heats up as you bite down on your bottom lip smiling awkwardly at the other person.

he usually does it when you are talking to midoriya or todoroki, this man petty af.

make up sex is very common, sometimes the two of start arugruing over the most trivial things. those days usually end with bakugou pounding into you, showing no mercy or soft love making. it depends entirely on what you both were disagreeing about.

overall, bakugou is an amazing lover. he loves and cherishes you and feels like he is the luckiest man on the planet for having you as his girlfriend <3

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou x reader smut #bnha smut #bnha bakugou

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kikis-writing-world · 4 years ago

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Early Mornings

Summary: Your boyfriend Marcus wakes you up, and he’s clearly got something on his mind.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader *check A/N below

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating/Warnings: SMUT! Basically PWP. Morning sex, P in V sex, protected sex (proud of u bby,) fingering, almost getting caught in the act, a minor is mentioned but not in a sexual way (worried about Missy catching you and Marcus in flagrante delicto.) I push my language kink on the reader sorry not sorry.

A/N: Look, I just wanted to write Marcus Moreno getting some sweet morning lovin’. Is that a crime? *Also I mention that reader doesn’t understand Spanish - sorry to my fluent readers - but also that she’s sleepy and then a little preoccupied, so I think as long as it’s not your first language, it works? I don’t usually indulge my language kink, let me have this one.

The bed was soft under you, a contrast to the muscular chest pressed to your back. You sighed contently, happy to be waking in such a cozy place. The chuckle from the man behind you reverberated through your own chest. You knew he was already awake, his strong hand massaging your hip under the covers had been what woke you in the first place.

“Good morning, carino.” Marcus sang, keeping his tone low in the quiet house. His voice was hoarse with sleep, and slipping that pet name in there… you should have realized quickly what was on his mind.

“Mornin’.” You hummed back. “Time s’it?” You couldn’t be bothered yet to open your own eyes to check.

“Early.” Marcus dismissed as he nuzzled your neck. His nose pressed against your pulse point, breath tickling your sleep-warmed skin. The hand massaging your hip moved to stroke up and down your thigh, playing with the hem of your sleep shorts at each pass. He began muttering praises in Spanish against your skin.

You sighed his name, feeling desire pooling within you at his ministrations. Barely awake, you fell for his charms quickly - not that you wouldn’t have fallen for them regardless. He knew what kinds of things got you in the mood, and he was pulling out all the stops. You were putty in his hands.

His fingers slid past the waistband of your shorts, caressing your bare hip. He pulled you back, your ass grinding into him. You felt his erection, hard and heavy against you.

“Marcus,” you sighed once again. He had you breathless already. “What about Missy?”

He paused his Spanish appeal to calm your worries. “Still asleep. We’ll be quiet.” He promised, lips tickling your ear as he spoke.

You blinked your eyes open. The sun was low, barely risen, but enough to light the room through the open curtains. You looked over towards the door, but your sight was still bleary. “The door locked?”

Marcus hummed noncommittally as he kissed your neck. You whined quietly, although you couldn’t tell if it was due to the man behind you or the answer he gave.

“Can’t you…” You waved your arm in the direction of the door. The rest of the question died on your lips as his hand slid between your legs. You gasped, dropping your hand to grip his forearm as his fingers slid between your wet lips.

Marcus hummed in approval, rolling his hips into you. “Already so wet for me.”

You cursed under your breath, arching into him as he stroked up and down your folds.

“Can I, hermosa? Please, baby.” He asked, finger teasing your opening.

“Please,” you nodded.

Both of you moaned quietly as his long finger dipped inside you. You gripped his arm tighter, rolling your hips as he fingered you. Soon, a second finger joined the first.

“Feel good?” He whispered against your shoulder. You nodded, worried that you’d be too loud if you spoke.

He added light pressure to your clit, his thumb circling the bud gently. You couldn’t stop the whimper from bubbling up in your chest.

“Shh, that’s good.” He praised, his soft, soothing voice making you tremble around him. “Can you stay quiet, carino? If I move these shorts out of my way and slip inside, can you stay quiet for me?”

You nodded frantically, wanting to feel him. “Yes, Marcus.” You promised, voice shaking.

As he slipped his hand away from you, you shimmied your shorts down your hips, kicking them off to be lost under the covers. Marcus busied himself in those moments, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and slipping it on once he’d freed himself from his briefs. He pulled your leg overtop of his hip, spreading you open for him as he ran his cock through your lips. You shuddered, arching backwards into him.

Your breath caught as he pressed into you, his own shaky groan echoing in your ear. He went slow, letting you both get used to the sensations without losing control. Once he was fully sheathed, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to his chest.

You reached behind you for him, leaning over your shoulder and pulling him into a kiss. It was a sloppy kiss, the angle not ideal and both of you struggling to stay quiet despite the sensations running through you. It was easy to lose yourself in each other, but you didn’t have the luxury of that this morning.

Tongues still dancing, Marcus began thrusting into you. He kept his pace slow and steady, trying to keep the bed from creaking. The pace was torturous. He dragged against your walls non-stop, in and out steadily, your nerves dancing with every pass. You had to break away from the kiss to focus on breathing and keeping quiet. The break in the kiss gave Marcus a chance to start whispering Spanish nothings in your ear.

You couldn’t make out everything he was saying, your mind too focussed on the pleasure you were feeling. Pet names like hermosa, mi corazón, and mi reina stood out. His voice changed, from a loving melodic tone to a growl and you knew the content changed with it. You didn’t need to know Spanish to know he was now spewing filth, talking dirty to you in a language he knew drove you wild.

You whined his name quietly in response, telling him how good he felt, how deep he was. Your voice shook with the struggle to not moan wantonly.

A soft clicking noise out in the hallway had both of you freezing in place. Marcus stopped moving, both of you stopped talking. The only noise in the room was both of your deep breaths and even that felt too loud as your ears strained to listen.

Missy’s door swung open and closed. You tried to move your leg from where it stretched over Marcus’, but he held it still.

“Marcus-” You hissed, but he shushed you just as quickly.

“She’ll go downstairs.” He whispered in your ear.

“What if she doesn’t?” You whispered back.

“She will.”

You were so still you could feel the way your walls fluttered around him. You knew he had to be feeling it too. He buried his face into your neck, trying to hide the way his breath stuttered at the involuntary twitching.

You held your breath as her footsteps came to the door of Marcus’ bedroom but they didn’t stop. They continued down the hallway and downstairs. You finally let yourself breathe again as you heard the living room TV turn on.

“Told you.” Marcus’ voice was still low, but not a full whisper. You could hear the grin in his voice although his face was still in your neck.

“Fuck off,” you grinned, laughing softly as the tension left your body. You had to bite your lip to stop from moaning as he thrust into you with one hard stroke before stilling again.

“I’m trying.” He teased before picking up his previous pace.

The threat of being caught was lessened now that Missy was downstairs. Marcus thrust into you harder, not worried if a few springs started squeaking. You gasped and moaned softly, telling him how good it was, how deep you could feel him, how close you were getting.

You slid your hand down to play with your clit, your fingers grazing against Marcus’ cock as he pistoned in and out of you. Feeling your hand, Marcus tossed the blankets off of the two of you so he could watch you play with yourself. He groaned, telling you how sexy it was.

“Are you close, babe?” You panted, watching him over your shoulder. He was biting his lower lip, dark eyes staring down your body.

“Yeah. Almost.” He told you through grit teeth.

“Good.” You stopped rubbing yourself to move his hand under your thin nightshirt to your breast, quickly resuming your motions. He moaned in your ear as he palmed the flesh, pinching at your nipple that had peaked due to the cool air of the bedroom outside the covers.

“You first.” He ordered, clearly holding himself back until you came. You nodded, telling him wordlessly that you were close. He nuzzled your neck, his breath ghosting over your ear as you felt that peak getting closer and closer…

You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as your vision turned white. Your body trembled in his arms as your walls milked him. He groaned loudly against your skin, following you over the edge. Your hand flew to his, still on your breast, holding him close as the waves of pleasure overtook your body.

You were glad the blanket had already been thrown elsewhere as you came down from your high, body overheated and sticking to Marcus’ with sweat. Still, you didn’t want to let go of him, or have him let go of you, just yet. Marcus seemed to agree, clinging to you as he also caught his breath.

You giggled quietly, disrupting the quiet. Marcus hummed inquisitively.

“Hell of a way to wake up.” You explained the reason for your giggles.

Marcus pulled out of you carefully, rolling onto his back and joining in your giddiness.

You rolled over, resting your head on his chest to look up at him. His skin was flushed and sweaty, and you were sure you looked much the same. He cupped the back of your head and pulled you into a sweet kiss. You hummed softly into his mouth, enjoying the lazy kiss.

He broke the kiss to dispose of the condom in the trash next to the bed, luckily not having to leave the bed to do so. You turned to check the alarm clock, seeing it was just after 8 in the morning. You could probably get away with a few more minutes in bed, but you had worked up a bit of an appetite already.

“Shower?” You proposed, knowing the two of you couldn’t go downstairs looking or smelling the way you did. You weren’t sure what level of sex talk Marcus had had with Missy yet, but she would definitely be able to figure out something had gone on in this room.

“You say shower, I say round two.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed, smacking him lightly in the chest. “You, Marcus Moreno, are insatiable.”

“Only for you, carino.” He winked.

You sat up, groaning as you stretched out your muscles. You knew Marcus was watching you as you slipped out of bed.

“Well super powers or not, I think you need to come to terms with something called a refractory period.” You challenged as you stripped off your sleep shirt. The second the words were out of your mouth, you saw his eyes darken as his jaw set. You smirked at him before heading into the ensuite. You heard him jump off the bed to chase after you with a warning growl, and you were very glad Missy was watching loud cartoons.

Tagging @wickedfrsgrl @din-damn-djarin @thisisthe-wayson @insideafictionaluniverse @vonschweetz @driedgreentomatoes @computeringturtle

#Marcus Moreno x Reader #Marcus Moreno x F!Reader #Marcus Moreno drabble #Marcus Moreno imagine #Marcus Moreno smut #Marcus Moreno fic #Dirty Writings #Smut #Lemony Fresh #WookieTales

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obithoes · 4 years ago

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😳 can u write a sasuke cheating on sakura or nah?

covetous: sasuke uchiha

warnings: smut, tiny age gap, cheating (which i don’t condone)

authors note: hell yeah i can, a cheating sasuke makes such good content

word count: 1756

You knew he was married, you knew he had a child, but you also knew how tedious it was for him to keep going home to her. Sakura Haruno thought marriage and a child would make everything different, that she would finally be able to have Sasuke all to herself. Only this posed to be quite the opposite, when Sasuke was home the attention he reserved for his family went solely to his daughter. He rarely focused any of his attention on Sakura, but when he did she took as much as she could get.

Sakura was living in the fantasy she always dreamed of; creating the perfect family she always wished for with her long time crush. Maybe that’s why she never questioned why he was always staying out so late and rarely came home. Maybe that’s why she never questioned him when she would smell the scent of a perfume she didn’t own on his clothes whenever she did his laundry. Maybe that’s why she never gave too much thought to the lingering looks Sasuke would give you whenever you were in his presence.

You, the young but nevertheless highly skilled jonin, who is well respected throughout the village; one the young genin often looked up to. Your captivating features often distracted people of your skills. A kind soul you were, always doing your best and offering an extra hand when needed.

You met Sasuke after being placed on a mission with him, you were ordered to assist him on by the hokage. He just came back home from his so called redemption and was already being thrown back into work. He had a mysterious aura to him that didn’t fail to make your curious; a broody man that rarely talked. Once reporting back to the hokage of how smoothly everything went, he was impressed with the outcome and decided to make the two partners. Neither of you had any disagreements so it was settled.

You were strictly Sasuke’s partner for a year, before this happened, and during that year you learned a lot about him. He opened up about the history of his clan, traumatic events that shaped him into the person he was, along with how he has wife and daughter. Sasuke told you things he’s never even shared Sakura. The more you learned about Sasuke the more drawn you were to him, he occupied your thoughts, always there when you didn’t want him to be.

As time past you became attracted to him, knowing that he had a family back at home didn’t bother you in the slightest. You wanted him and you knew he wanted you too, he rarely gave you the time of day when you were in the village, but during missions it was different. Sasuke would always stick his neck out for you, jumping in front of an enemies attacks that was aimed at you; gravely injuring himself. Instances were you would get wounded he would carefully tend to the wounds while a scolding you for being so careless.

The first time it happened was after being ambushed by a group of rouge ninjas. When the battle ended Sasuke was gravely injured, you ended up having to carry him back to the inn the two of you were staying at. While you patched him up you ignored his intense gaze. Once you placed the last bandage on him his fingers lightly gripped your chin, before you had the chance to pull away from, tilting your head up. Innocently blinking your eyes up at him cause his grip to tighten.

He pulled you forward capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. Much to your dismay Sasuke pulled away, just enough so your lips were separated. His stare was consuming, intently gauging to see if you were alright with what he did. Releasing his bandaged arm you combed your hands through his hair pulling in and kissed him with all your might. Neither of you slept that night, Sasuke fucked you through the morning. He was insatiable, you were feeding the beast he caged away for so long and he couldn’t control himself. Finger tip shaped bruises danced along your hips and bite marks scattered across your chest. You loved every second of it.

As the sun crept through the window, Sasuke began to decadent form the bed only to be stopped by you. The grip on his wrist was loose, glancing over at you he took note of the faint blush dusting your face. “Was this a one time thing?” His permanent stoic expression didn’t waver but you were used to it. He removed your grip on his hand and placed a light kiss to your palm. “No” he replied softly in a assuring tone before he set off to redress.

Six months later after that mission you were still meeting in secret, you were pretty sure his wife knew there was someone else. You were always sure to leave a mark on him or make sure your scent was weaved into the fabric of his clothes before he left you. You were envious of Sakura, you wanted Sasuke all to yourself; if it meant destroying his marriage then so be it.

Instead of coming over to your house like normally he invited you to his, Sakura was away on a mission and Sarada would be training until night. As soon as he opened the door he wasted no time dragging you to bedroom he shared with his wife. Once reaching the room he pressed you against the wall, giving you a needy wet kiss full of tongue. You were amused by how needy he was after not seeing you for some time.

Within a matter of minutes you both were shredded of every article of clothing, before he pinned you to his mattress, faced down ass up. Spreading your legs far apart with his warm hands Sasuke traced his thumb over your slit, spreading your wetness. The light touch left you wanting more. A small whimper left your mouth as you pushed your hips back against his hand. “Sasuke” Your tone was pleading. Whining, just like the needy brat you were when it came to him.

He lowered himself down so he was eye level with your dripping cunt, he blew on it before opening his mouth to speak. “Stop whining” His words were taunting. Any protest you had died on your lips as Sasuke pushed his tongue between your folds, lapping up your slit. A choked moan left your throat as your hips jolted forward, Sasuke quickly gripped your hips firmly holding them in place against his face.

He continued his vicious assault, digging his tongue in your slit, devouring you like it was his last meal. Every time he swiped his tongue up he made sure to pay special attention to your throbbing clit. He would alternate between sucking and grazing it with his teeth; just how you liked it.

“Fuck” The pleasure was too much, your orgasm was approaching quickly. Your hips pushed back against his face, trembling voice crying out for him to keep going. “Please don’t stop”

Your thighs quivered underneath his tight grip. Focusing all of his attention on your sensitive clit Sasuke slid his fingers inside of you, curling them to meet the strokes of his tongue. “Yes, oh god — I’m cumming” Your orgasm crashes into you, drenching Sasuke’s face. Your body went limp in his hold as he continues you lick you dry before letting fall against the soft mattress.

Turning over your glossy eyes glazed over him; a libidinous sight. Sasuke was towering over you, lips were glistening, with a starved look in his eyes. Bending down he gave you a wet kiss, before working his way down your neck, placing one more kiss to your ear. “You always taste so sweet” Faintly clawing at his shoulders, a whimper left your body at this confession.

A quiet chuckle escaped him, before sitting up and positioning himself between your legs. Taking hold of both of them he pushed towards your chest before locking them over his shoulders. You felt him rub the the tip of his cock against your slit before dipping it in, only to pull it right back out. He continued to do this a few more times watching your squirm underneath him. “Don’t tease” the words left your mouth in a breathy whine.

Leaning forward Sasuke lowered his upper half, pushing his chest against your breast. With a sharp thrust he bottomed out, completely filling you to the brim. “What did I tell you about whining?” Pulling out completely Sasuke slammed back into you with a sharp thrust, a broken cry leaving your lips. “Hm? What did I tell you about acting like a spoiled brat?” Sasuke dug his fingers into your hips before setting his brutal pace.

His hips were snapping restlessly against yours, sharp thrust reaching deep enough to hit your gspot repeatedly. Sobs wrecked through your body, your nails clawing at his back desperately in search of something to cling on to. Sasuke was never worried when you marked him, he relished the feel. He found pleasure in knowing he could make you feel like this. Every time he fucked Sakura her moans were always so forced and over the top. He couldn’t stand it, but with you he knew it was never forced, hearing you beg and cry out for him to wreck you made him fall apart.

His cock was twitching against your snug walls as you cunt weeped from how rough he was. Your legs were trembling, you were positive you would barley be able to walk when this was over. Your wet mound was suctioning around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust. He brought his hand around, placing his rough fingers on your clit rubbing it matching the pace he was thrusting.

Reaching your second orgasm your back violently arched up as you tightened around him. Cries of his name were fleeting your mouth along with other incoherent slurs. His hips rut forward at your vice grip, plunging deep inside of you painting your pulpy walls. After milking him dry his body fell limp on top of yours.

Once catching his breath Sasuke pulled out and tucked you into side. The two of you stood like this for a while, before you gather yourselves together, knowing his daughter would be returning home soon.

#sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke uchiha imagine #sasuke x reader #anon ask #anonymous

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crowtrinkets · 4 years ago

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Barista’s Adventures in Wonderland

What if a cosplaying Barista was thrown into a more unconventional Astraea?

Chapter 1/?

Chpt 2,

Alice in Wonderland AU! Inspiration was taken from @thislemonboy I've never done a multi-chapter fic so let's pray this won't kill me lmao. Merging canon with Lewis Carol's Alices Adventures in Wonderland

Tags: @avarifromtheotherside

Word Count: 2,964

~Down the Portal We Go~

I run my hand over my face and then extend my arm as I stretch, I had a long day at work and I'm finally off. Not even bothering to remove my apron from around my waist, I wave goodbye to my coworkers and step out into the chilly air. It's been raining all day but it seems to have let up. The scent of stale coffee and sugar radiates off my apron, I make a mental note to wash it when I get home. Tossing my items in my car I stand at the door just for a second, letting out a long slow breath. A loud clang from behind surprises me and I whip around to see, no one.

"What the… hell?" I look down and I see a scepter of some sort in front of me. It has a glass orb detail at the top and its spear is covered in gold, thinking I recognize the object, I reach down to get a better look but once I do a bright light emits from it. It catches me off guard and I fall backward, but rather than hitting the ground I continue to fall.

Down

I suddenly wake to the feeling of cold concrete on my face, letting out a groan I roll onto my back. Above me is the night sky, a swirling storm slowly dissipates revealing the moon behind it. I must have hit my head or something, but how long was I out? I finally sit up and my breathe hitches when I realize I am not where I think I am. Old ruins surround me, long-forgotten candles melted down till their wicks are nonexistent, reside in the corners. I slowly stand to further take in my surroundings when I hear a voice echoing around the corner

"Hello?" I call out, but I hear no response. However, the voice grows louder.

"Oohhh I am very very late, the Duke will curse me for this," from around the corner a man appears. He decently short in stature, his dark hair tousled slightly in his frantic state. He’s dressed in formal clothing, dark pants and a white poofy shirt with a low v, and a dark red waistcoat is that pokes out from the large black jacket he has draped over his shoulders. He frantically flips through a book, squinting through his glasses, not looking where he's going. He runs past me without hesitance, shouting frantically about being late.

“Wait! Hey, wait!” I call out, the ground seems to move below me causing me to lose my balance, but I manage to keep track of where the man ran off to. I chase after him but he doesn’t answer my calls. The man suddenly stops and waves a hand out in front of him and a black, swirling oval forms out of nothing, he jumps through and disappears into the dark leaving behind the dark oval. It must be some sort of portal, I think to myself. Without thinking I bolt towards the portal and jump through, hoping it takes me to the man. I fall onto my hands and knees and an overwhelming grape flavor fills my tastebuds.

“That’s a weird side effect,” I open my eyes and stand to see where I ended up and I see I am in a long hallway, it seems to be a part of a castle. The frantic man in a waistcoat is nowhere to be seen. Instead, I find a wall of doors. Did he go through one of these perhaps?

In the center of the hall is a low table, upon approaching it I find what looks like a finger bone.

“Gross,” I mutter, but something compels me to pick it up. Once I do it vibrates and suddenly forms the shape of a key.

“Hah, a skeleton key,” I joke to myself. “Maybe it’ll fit into one of these doors?” I turn to approach the first door, but once I put the key in the keyhole an ungodly screech emits from it. I pull back and cover my ears then I quickly rip out the key allowing for the screaming to cease. The hallway becomes deadly silent.

“Ok well that wasn’t correct,” I say to myself. I look down the hall at the multitude of doors and let out a sigh. The only way out is through one of these doors unless I wanna go down the seemingly endless hallway, and if it means having been screamed at so be it. Door after door, scream after scream, I start to become more and more frustrated.

“Aren't skeleton keys supposed to open all doors?” I exasperate. Once I try the last door I sigh, my attention then falls upon a curtain to the left of the door, pushing it back I spot possibly the tiniest door I've ever seen in my life. I look at the keyhole and then at my key.

“Might as well try it out,” I stick the key in and sigh with relief when it doesn’t scream at me. I slowly turn the key until it finally clicks. Letting out a sigh of relief I lay down and look through the tiny door which is no bigger than my hand. On the other side, I spot what looks like a greenhouse. A multitude of colorful plants occupy it and I see a pond off to the side but past that my vision is obscured. Sitting back up I pull the key out of the door allowing it to close.

"Of course my only way out is impossible to go through," I grumble as I go to return the key to its spot on the table. However, once I approach I notice a tiny wine bottle with a label that says "drink me".

"I don't think it's very smart to drink from strange bottles," I look around the hallway, it seems to have no end or no beginning. My options are to either traverse through and potentially be lost forever or drink this strange bottle.

"This is probably some weird dream that I'm having so it can't hurt to drink a strange liquid," removing the lid I take a sip. At first, I taste nothing, but then a latte? Then is that a mocha? Is that a macchiato or is it a latte again? They're all made the same just in different order of ingredients so how am I supposed to know.

"Why would coffee be inside a wine bottle?" I think out loud. As I try to guess which coffee I'm tasting I suddenly realize the bottle is getting larger and larger. I drop it when it becomes too big and heavy for me to carry.

"What the hell kind of dream am I having where wine bottles grow larger in size?" I turn around to grab the key once again but then I stop and look up, way up.

"Oh, the wine bottle didn't grow I just shrunk," I say flatly. "… Shit," I turn back towards the door and realize that I'm short enough to fit inside.

"Hey that works out I guess," I run and grip the doorknob but it won't budge and when I yank on the knob the screaming the other doors emitted starts up, I pull back, and the screaming stops.

"Of course it's locked," I pat my pockets and feel my apron pockets and then I realize I left the key on the table.

"Ughh, I really would like to wake up from this dream now," I let out a frustrated huff, fiddling with the end of my apron. "This really isn't how I wanted to spend the rest of my day," I bring my head into my hands and groan. When I bring my hands down I see something glint out of the corner of my eye. I approach the shiny object and I see a custard flan inside a glass box, labeled "eat me". How they got writing to stay on the flan is beyond me. I pick up the box and open it but then hesitate.

"The last time I consumed something I shrunk and now I'm stuck," I contemplate for a while. "Well, this is just a dream so… it can't hurt," Thankfully the glass box had a spoon on it, I start eating the flan, savoring its sweet flavor, not even thinking about my surroundings when suddenly my head bumps something. I look up and realize I'm getting closer and closer to the ceiling. I get on my knees as my height grows taller and taller.

"No, no no no!” I continue to grow until I have to crane my neck down even when on my knees. Finally, the growth seems to cease.

“This is most unfortunate,” I sigh.

“Can’t be late, can’t be late,” I hear a voice call. I look around and I see the man in the waistcoat. His nose stick poked into the book he was carrying earlier.

“Oh time, always passing, always making me late,” he mutters as he walks past, holding up a pair of glasses so he can look through them.

“Hey wait! U-uh you! You with the waistcoat!” The man jumps at the sound of my voice and whips around to look at me. He trails his eyes up until he meets mine.

“O-oh, dear!” He looks at me fearfully but doesn’t move from his spot.

“Excuse can you help me uh…” I trail off

“Oh uh,” he bows nervously “Felix Escellum, at your service, um… please don’t eat me, giant,” I can't help but chuckle at his statement.

“I’m not a giant!” I lean down to get closer, but Felix, as he calls himself, yelps in fear and takes off running.

“I must meet the Duke! Terribly sorry!” He shouts, his voice trails off as he disappears down the hall.

“Oops…” I let out a sigh. "He seemed nice, that bow was a little dramatic though." I lean to one side until I hear a crunch sound and a pain shoots through my palm. Wincing I lift my hand and realize I crushed the bottle I drank from earlier. The liquid spills all over the ground mixed slightly with blood dripping from my cut hand.

"Damn! How am I supposed to fit through the door now," I grab the corner of my apron and put pressure on my cut, groaning with frustration.

"I find a way out but then I leave the key on the table! Then I'm too big to go through and then I scare off the one person that might be able to help!" I feel my nerves begin to build up inside me. A painful lump forms in my throat, as I curl in on myself. I try to stretch out when my foot bumps something. When I open my eyes I see the book the man in- er Felix was holding earlier. It's practically the size of a doll's book when compared to my large size. There's also a very tiny pair of glasses with a chain. I turn them in my hands and look down the hallway but Felix is long gone at this point. Letting out a sigh I put them in the pocket of my apron and hope I see him again. I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm my nerves.

"There's no way any of this is real… I mean growing and shrinking? It sounds like a storybook," I think for a second and look at the cut on my hand which has stopped bleeding at this point. "There's no use in pinching myself awake if broken glass didn't do anything," I shuffle so I'm sitting more comfortably, my knees up to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs.

"Well if this isn't a dream then how did I get here? I was at work, I had a long shift and they finally let me go… and um I walked out to my car and there was a sound," I rub my hands together remembering the cold sensation of the object I touched and how brightly it flashed. As I am remembering I notice a faint light emit from my chest. It feels warm and grows brighter and brighter despite my shock.

"Ah! What the hell?!" I pull on the neck of my sweater and look down at my chest. A bright light flashes and I flinch away shielding my eyes.

I sit for a second waiting for an inevitable to happen but nothing. I open my eyes and look down at my chest again, no light, no nothing. When I look around I realized I've shrunk again.

"Oh I guess that worked out, but the key…" I mumble. As I grumble about being pushed a step back I hear footsteps off to my left. I turn and I see a figure running towards me. I squint and see, a pink dress, white hair, and rabbit ears?

"Um, hello?" I call out, but they don’t seem to pay me any mind. As they approach I am able to get a better look at them.

"Hey wait, aren't you that cosplayer? Celena?!" I call out, but Celena still pays me no mind and runs past me.

"Wait! Where are you going!" I watch her run down the corridor, still, a little baffled by my situation.

A rumbling sound slowly builds up behind me, and when I turn I realize why she was running, a huge wave of water comes crashing down the hall, headed straight towards my direction. I turn to run but the water catches me by surprise and tumbles me underneath it. I finally gather my bearings and I swim to the surface taking a deep breath after being thoroughly tumbled like a load of laundry. I see a log floating on top of the water and I grab onto it to stay afloat. After catching my breath I look over and see Celena, peacefully swimming beside me.

"Hey, you!" I shout. Celena flinches but when she looks at me she relaxes, her expression inscrutable, however. "Ah, I'm sorry, you're Celena right?" she nods in response.

"Yes I am, how do you know me?"

"Oh uh, I really like your cosplays," I admit shyly.

"Thanks! I really like your costume too, what's your job class?" she asks. I look down at my now soaked outfit. I only put on a sweater and pants today, and my work apron over it.

"Umm… Barista?" I say. She smiles in response.

"You said you like my cosplays? Did you hear about the new Last Legacy game?" I feel a tinge of excitement well in me. Almost enough to forget I'm floating on a log in this seemingly endless hallway.

"Yea I did!" I laugh a little. "Hey don't you think Escell would look good in a chainmail bikini?" I ask. I look over at Celena but her expression darkens. Without taking another look at me she swims faster and over to a dirt shore off to the left.

"Hey wait!" I let out a groan, I'm tired of chasing people but that’s at least a way out. Abandoning my log, I follow Celena to the shore. The water nearly takes me under a couple of times but I eventually crawl my way up and out of the water. I turn around and see the hallway is gone, all I see is an endless horizon of water. When I turn back around Celena is nowhere to be found.

"Curious," I mumble to myself.

I run my hands across my apron and realize it's suddenly dry, thanking whatever miracle or magic kept me dry I follow a dirt path which seems like the only direction I can go.

Eventually, the path leads into a forest, with seemingly no other direction to go I head into it. The forest is dense and dark, but little bits of sunlight poke through the leaves on occasion. I play with the strings on my apron as I walk, hoping nothing comes out and attacks me. Continuing on, I hear mumbling. Heading towards the sound and I see none other than Felix, leaping out of a portal. Stumbling slightly he leans on a tree and looks at his hand. Flexing it, he glares at an angry-looking injury.

"Oh dear the Duke is most impatient, he's requesting my presence now," I hear him grumble to himself.

"Felix!" I call out, heading in his direction. Felix barely looks in my direction, his attention locked onto the welt on his hand that almost looks like an image rather than a scar or cut.

"Oh Rime there you are," he rummages through his pocket and pulls out a key. He places it in my hand and closes my fingers over it, causing me to blush slightly. "Could you please stop by my office and grab my relic and glasses? It seems I have left them,"

"O-Oh um... Yea, yea ok," I stutter out. Felix gives me a quick nod, he then opens a portal and then jumps through it. I stare for a second, my hands still clamped over the key.

"Who’s Rime?" I ask out loud. I look down at the key, twisting it in my hand. A sudden dread takes over me.

"More importantly where is his office… I'm in the middle of a forest," I let out a loud huff. I look around and only notice the same path I've been following.

"Well this has to lead somewhere," I try to be optimistic. Trudging down the path, I hope and pray I find someone who knows where I'm going, or at least where I am.

#fictif #last legacy fictif #fictif last legacy #fictif felix #felix escellun #fictif fanfic #last legacy fanfic #fanfic #felix iskandar escellun

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oikawasass · 5 years ago

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IM A BAKUHOE CAN U PLS DO 74 OR 76 WITH BLASTY ASS 🥺🥺🥺 - midoriya anon

hi I did both cause they were cute.

also new posting format baby lets goooo 😎

its also like almost 3am and this is half-ass edited so forgive me but I hope its alright

prompt 74 : “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

prompt 76 : “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

reassurance.

‣ pairing : bakugo x fem reader.

‣ oneshot.

‣ synopsis : bakugo finally confronts his girlfriend on why she’s been so distant.

‣ wordcount : 2.1k

‣ warnings : swearing, angst if you squint.

a series of heavy knocks could be heard on the other side of her door, immediately alerting her of who exactly it was. there was only one boy in the u.a dorms who could knock like he was about to punch straight through the wooden panel, and that was, of course, bakugo katsuki.

(name) shut off her phone and pulled her pillow over her head, dreading the conversation she knew would come about if she let him inside. so naturally, she ignored the knocks in hopes that the blonde who was about to start throwing down with her door would go away.

but we all know katsuki is far too stubborn for that.

another series of much louder knocks erupted from the doorway, as bakugo grew more and more impatient from the lack of response.

“oi, open up already dumbass, I know you’re in there.”

truth is, (name) had found herself in a bit of a rut, and had been feeling rather insecure for the past few weeks. the first little while she’d been begun feeling that way, she was able to bite the bullet and keep going about her life, pushing most of her negative thoughts aside as best she could. but now, for the past 5 or so days she’s been completely cut off.

talking to her boyfriend about things wasn’t hard for her. she trusted him and didn’t find it too difficult to open up when something was bothering her, but this was different.

insecurity was something bakugo typically didn’t acknowledge and quite frankly, looked down on most of the time. (name) didn’t wanna find herself bothering him with something she knew he most likely would think is annoying, hence the multiple weeks she had kept quiet about it, hoping it would go away on its own or she’d be able to figure it out herself.

unfortunately for her, things didn’t go quite according to plan when she continued to spiral downwards.

she’d been quiet in her classes, noticeably dodging bakugo and her friends, not sticking around for lunch or after training like she normally would, and everyone noticed she was off. everyone including katsuki.

he wanted to give her space to ‘sort her shit out’ before he began pestering and questioning her, as normally he’d want the same thing, but now it was coming up on a week and they’d hardly spoken. a few mutters of (name) saying “cant, homework.” or “sorry, I’m tired.” was all that had been said that week.

so naturally, bakugo got tired of all the silence and went to do what he did best. confront her. he wanted to know what the hell was going on, he was tired of pulling his hair out trying to figure out what he did wrong.

(name) didn’t answer the door once more. she knew she had fucked up pretty bad by ignoring him, but she didn’t know what else to do. and now she had to confront whatever problem she may have caused, which only made her want to curl up and hide more.

alas, when she heard a much softer, much quieter,

“please?”

coming from the hallway, she broke.

standing up with a heavy sigh, the (colour) haired girl stood up from her bed, rubbing her eyes and walking over to unlock the door, immediately going and flopping down into her mattress afterwards.

katsuki walked inside, shutting the door behind him and shoving his hands into the pockets of his black sweats. scanning over her figure, he took note of her tired eye bags, messy thrown up hair, and these fuzzy black penguin patterned pyjama pants which he knew she only wore when she was upset. paired with one of his hoodies she had stolen, of course.

“you look like shit.” bakugo grumbled, going and sitting down on the end of her bed, sinking into the soft (colour) duvet on top.

“good to see you too, babe.” (name) replied sarcastically, turning and shoving her face into a pile of her pillows.

there was an uncomfortable silence hanging over the room for a moment as katsuki figured out what he wanted to say, and it was obvious that (name) wasn’t gonna say anything first. with a heavy sigh, the blonde ran a hand through his thick, spiky hair and spoke up.

“did I- did I do something or whatever the fuck?” he asked, his words a bit harsh but his much quieter tone helping to deliver them much easier.

(name) bit the inside of her cheek gently, keeping her face hidden in the pile of sheets and freshly washed pillows.

��what makes you think that?” her response was mumbled by the fabric practically eating her face.

“don’t play dumb, shithead. you’ve been dodging me all week. you’re normally all- all clingy and shit and you never cancel plans.”

clingy. that one stung a bit.

“so if I did something to piss you off just- just fucking tell me already cause I’m getting really damn tired of-“

“you didn’t do anything, alright? chill out.” (name) cut him off, rolling onto her back so now the couple was making eye contact once more.

bakugo tsked, throwing his hands in the air a bit and letting them fall onto his lap.

“so then why the hell have you been blowing me off all week, huh?”

(name) sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes and sliding her hands down her face as she struggled with how exactly to articulate that she’d been feeling incredibly insecure and didn’t wanna be a nuisance to him without sounding like an absolute moron.

“I just- I’ve just been feeling shitty lately and I didn’t wanna bug you with it while I sort things out, okay?” she explained vaguely, nervously fidgeting with her fingers while she avoided his gaze.

when she mentioned she hadn’t been feeling well, bakugo softened up a little bit. he knew sometimes she got like this, having periods of time where she just wasn’t herself, but normally she came to him herself and told him what was up. so he couldn’t quite understand why this time was different.

bakugo sighed and stood up to go lay beside her, propping himself up on his elbow while resting his cheek in the palm of his hand.

“well why did you just say that in the first place, dumbass?”

he wasn’t a great advice giver, and he wasn’t great at comforting, but when it came to things like this he was a pretty good listener, so he always offered up his ears when (name) was feeling down.

“what’s got you down, huh? talk to me already.”

the girl beside him continued to fidget and play with her fingers, debating on whether she actually wanted to explain to him her feelings, or just shrug him off and do her best to convince the blonde it was something else.

she was ping-ponging back and forth. lie and most likely not get away with it but still not sound stupid, or tell the truth and have your boyfriend think you’re an idiot. a wide variety of lovely choices she had to choose from.

yet, in the end, she decided it would be best to be honest with him. oftentimes, nothing good came out of lying in these types of scenarios, and she surely didn’t want to fuck up more than she already might have. sure, katsuki wasn’t mad for the time being, but that boy’s temper can switch on and off like a light sometimes. so she still approached the situation cautiously.

“I feel just- annoying and like I’m a bother to you with this shit all the time so I didn’t wanna throw all my problems or whatever into you again, alright?

you’re practically this idol student who’s so damn cocky and confident in himself, so when….”

she sighed, trying to find the words once more.

“when I start feeling gross and insecure, or when I’m starting to completely flop in some of my classes, I just- i feel like I just become this huge weight on your back and..” she swallowed, slowing herself down as she felt herself begin to rant.

“…and it’s embarrassing! you shouldn’t have to deal with me feeling like an idiot, you have enough on your plate as it is and- and I should be able to deal with this kind of shit on my own, not immediately run to you whenever I feel-”

(name’s) midoriya-muttering speed ranting was cut off when a familiar pair of plush lips were pressed up against her own, immediately shoving all her worries into the back of her mind. she hadn’t realized how much she missed something as simple as a kiss from her boyfriend in the week she’d been distancing herself from him.

after a moment or so, when bakugo was sure she would be shut up enough for him to speak, he pulled away.

rolling onto his back, bakugo waved her over to him, using his other hand to prop up his head from behind.

“come here, just be quiet and listen for a sec will ya?”

(name) was not hesitant to cuddle right up into his side, tangling her legs in with his and resting her head atop his toned chest. after wrapping an arm tightly around her shoulders, rubbing her back slowly, the boy began to speak.

“it’s my job to be here for you, okay idiot? as sappy as it sounds, when you’re upset, I’m upset too. I don’t like seeing you down, it makes me feel like a shitty boyfriend for not bein’ able to help.” he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed to tell me shit, doesn’t matter how stupid you think it is.

nobody’s perfect, alright? get that through your head.” bakugo said, flicking her forehead gently. (name) chuckled quietly.

“even you?”

“only sometimes, but that doesn’t leave this room.” bakugo answered, smirking to himself.

“listen, I know you’re a badass, and you can get through shit on your own. you’re strong as hell.

but that doesn’t mean you can’t take it. speaking from experience, sometimes it’s better to just bite your tongue and accept the help from people that care about you.”

(name) listened to every word that he said very carefully, letting them sink in as she processed them. it was rare that bakugo got like this, but when he did, it was rather impressive how easy he was able to make her feel better. his advice sucked half the time, sure, considering “blasting the fuckers to hell” isn’t always an option, but this kind of advice was something she’d keep with her always.

“you’re damn special, you know that? you’ve done somethin’ even better than getting a decent grade on your stupid chemistry test.”

bakugo stated, leaning his head back so his gaze was fixated on the ceiling, closing his eyes with a sigh. (name) furrowed her eyebrows together slightly, tilting her head up to look at her boyfriend.

“wait, but what did I do exactly?” she asked, curiosity lacing her tone. bakugo placed a hand on top of her head, ruffling her hair a bit.

“you’ve shown me what love can feel like. somethin’ I thought i’d never know or go through. so to do that, you’ve gotta be pretty fuckin’ incredible.”

(name) smiled up at him and leaned up a bit more to kiss his jaw, returning to her comfy spot on his chest right after.

“I’m sorry that I get like this. I’ll work on it, ‘kay?” (name) said quietly, still feeling a bit bad that bakugo had to go and tell her all this, though she can’t deny that it made her extremely happy to hear.

“shut up with that already, will you? you know I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you.”

and that was enough to reassure (name) almost completely, that her negative feelings and emotions weren’t as bad as she had been painting them out to be.

with a soft smile, and a slow close of her eyes, (name) nuzzled closer up into bakugo, her cheek squished up against his chest.

“I love you, you big softie.”

“yeah yeah, whatever. I love you too.”

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Makoto has rainbow loom

Leon has tech decks

Chihiro has silly bandz

Mondo has his kickass embroidery and Perler beads

Taka has Rubik’s cubes and Perler beads

Hiro has fushigi magic gravity balls (that looks even worse typed out than I thought it would)

Sayaka has lip gloss phones

Aoi has those little things with the water and teeny tiny rings that just float and then there’s the button yk

Sakura has hair chalk and the friendship bracelet kits

Byakuya has a mini etch-a-sketch

Toko has Mad Libs

Hifumi also has Mad Libs, but the fandom versions

Celeste has the little Disney Princess teacup sets that came in a giant teapot

Junko has Lisa Frank bags and stationery

Mukuro has the glow in the dark stars that you stick on the ceiling and worms on strings

HEY I’D DIE FOR YOU?? I LOVE THESE????

yes yes yes !!! Makoto has rainbow loom and I’m not gonna go on another ramble about it but I love that for him I rlly do hdbsbdbdbdb

And!!!!! Yeah yes yeah yeah yeah!!!!!! Oh my god dude tech decks are so cool and fun to fidget with......he’s had so many of them taken away for disrupting class but he always seems to come prepared with like a billion of them hdbdbsbdd nobody knows how he’s able to carry and hide so many hfbfbfb The noise bothers some of his other classmates, so he has to be careful with them, but they rlly are some of his favorite things to toy around with 🥺

Chihiro,,,,,,silly bands,,,,,,,,galaxy brain,,,,,,,sometimes during lunch she just takes off all of the ones she’s wearing and lines them up on the table to look at them bc,,,,,,hdbdbdb pretty shapes and colors,,,,,,,and then forgets to eat unless someone reminds her dhsnsbdbs

Makoto 🤝 Chihiro

their arms being COVERED in bright colored bracelets

Mondo and his embroidery ❤️ we stan a king

And the perler beads,,,,,,,uffbdbdbdbdbd me getting flashbacks to my childhood with all these damn things omg but yeah it’s very calming for him!! it requires a lot of patience, but it’s also repetitive movement and action so he’s kinda just !!! 👀

he and Taka have quiet afternoons where they just both do them (either working together or separately) and it’s so nice n softttt??? Comfortable silence ishimondo,,,,,,,,,m love

And Taka with his Rubik’s cubes oh my LORD he probably knows the secrets to most styles!! he can do them pretty quickly, and usually asks someone else to mess it up for him again, but literally give him like a couple of minutes and complete and total silence and BAM there u go

also highkey he could probably solve it with one hand if u asked him to because that’s just,,,,,literally how much of his spare time he’s spent with these damn things dndnsbdbdw

OH MY GOD THE MAGIC BALLS,,,,,,DUDE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

highkey the only reason he has one is because he ordered it when they were still in business and adamantly REFUSES to admit that he got scammed hdbdhsbdbdbw

he’s not good at it, per se, but he’s built up some sleight of hand skills, definitely hdbsbdbd also it’s probably just fun to roll around and fidget with (plus it’s weighted!!!)

everyone else watches him playing with it like,,,,wow king I am so sorry

he’s also definitely dropped it on the floor of his dorm room bathroom AT LEAST twice, which ended up shattering the tile (and possibly a ball, as well) so he’s just kinda :’)

AND LIP GLOSS PHONES FOR SAYAKA IS AN ABSOLUTE GODSEND HOLY SHIT

literally just,,,,,her vibes are immaculate oh my god ? she’ll put some on and then immediately call her girlfriend over like “babe come here I need to test something” just to kiss them on the lips bc ./////.

she is just,,,,,so cute I’m gonna die??? she also makes the obligatory “sorry, I need to take this,” joke whenever her lips get chapped and she needs to put some on bbfbfbvbf

I do not know what you mean for Aoi’s but I support it wholeheartedly!!

HAIRCHALK FOR SAKURA?????? IM GONNA GO FERAL OH MY GODDDD SHE LOVES IT SHE LOVES IT SHE LOVES IT SHE PROBABLY DOES PRIDE FLAG COLORS A BUNCH OF THE TIME AND OTHER TIMES JUST DOES HER FAVORITES LIKE????

and friendship bracelets oh my GOD 🥺 she’ll do them if she ever needs to de-stress or relax, because the repetitive movements are very soothing!!! and she’s 100% made a bunch for her classmates, ofc oh my goodness

Sakura 🤝 Makoto

Making bracelets as a coping skill and giving a shit ton of said bracelets to their classmates because they like to see them happy

hdbdvsvdvdv byakuya totally does!!

He hides it in his dorm; nobody must EVER know about it okay if they find out he’ll die. But it’s really really fun to fidget with and he finds himself using it after particularly taxing or rough days!!! Plus the visual satisfaction,,,,,shit can’t be beat

TOKO AND HIFUMI MAD LIBS!!!!! oh my god they have solidarity so they give each other words if other people are unavailable/not cooperating hdnsbsbsv

and they both crack up when the other person reads the story, too 🥺 Like Toko will try to pretend that she doesn’t find it funny, but she’s snorting and trying to keep a straight face by the third sentence. They both get such a nice fluttery feeling at making others laugh, too!

Jill has tamagotchis!!! A bunch of them!!!!! And she’s really good at taking care of them; she acts like they’re her children dhsbdvsbs everyone else in class 78 is always like how are they all still alive you’re not even fronting most of the time???

(asmr Toko checks on them and takes care of them sometimes for her but she’d die before letting anyone else find out about that ❤️)

And Celeste with the disney princess tea cups oh my goddddd 🥺🥺🥺 they’re practically some of her most prized possessions and she’s very proud of them

Kyoko has maybe two or three or so furbies that she carries around with her and treats like her literal children wnnssnnsdbdb she’s literally the embodiment of the “do you care if I take the skin off this furby” meme no I won’t take it back it’s true

she does shit like create long furbies and other weird ass stuff like that because sometimes she’s awake at 3 in the morning and gets Ideas™️

Makoto is horrified ❤️

HELL YEAH junko loves the Lisa Frank aesthetic ngl like????? bright ass colors!!!!! holographic visuals!!!! oh my god she definitely carries around the little backpacks even though they’re too small for her bdbsbsbs

like she can’t fit anything useful in there and then gets frustrated because of it shdhnssbsb Mukuro is just kinda “why don’t you get a normal backpack” “bECAUSE IT’S NOT FUN, MUKURO”

And Mukuro with the glow in the dark starsssssssssss waaaaa oh my gosh she loves them so much they’re so calming to look at ??? prettyyyyy and also she has solidarity with Kaito because he has them too hdbsbdbd

they both find out the other has them and it’s just the Spider-Man pointing meme and *vibrates excitedly*

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