#but someday you'll look back n realize that's exactly what they were

[rubberbandballqueen]

friend got a job offer somewhere two timezones away and it's, like, suddenly really sobering to realize that there might someday come a point where you might never be able to have adventures with your friends like you did in high school ever again

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 27

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, MDNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with! The illustration 2nd from the right is from the book Love You Forever by Robert Munsch, as is the song quoted at the end.

warnings/labels: mommy kink mentioned, Bruce is aggressively Bruce-ish about things (ie; doesn't know how to deal with his own emotions), childhood neglect and its consequences mentioned briefly, and teeth-rotting fluff! wc: 2k

Chapter Selection

Damian stood in the garage, his hands behind his back and a carefully expressionless look on his face. I hopped off Jason's bike as he parked, pulling my helmet and gloves off. “Hey kiddo!”

He nodded once. “Sister. I read Father's report on what happened at the store yesterday.”

I blinked a bit, setting my gear to the side. “Oh? … I can't read you right now, what's up?”

He gestured to the floor in front of him, and I stood where he gestured. “On your knees, please.”

I tilted my head, but did as he asked, and he finally showed me what was in his hands; a new bat-belt. This one orange, with more little black bats.

“Already? It's only been a month.” I looked up at him, chuckling softly at the little smile on his face.

“You were confronted by one of our villains, kept your cool, made and executed a plan using the resources available to you, and the only person who got hurt was Two-Face. Your training is coming along well, and you have earned this.” He spoke in the same language I didn't know from last time, bowing and holding the belt out to me, and I accepted it, bowing back.

“Thank you, Sensei.” I grinned, slowly standing.

He nodded, turning to Jason. “I suppose you deserve congratulations too, since you didn't ruin her plan.”

I chuckled, kissing Jay's cheek as he approached; “never had a doubt in my mind~”

His arms wrapped around my waist, kissing back. “Lil' mama did good yesterday~”

Damian frowned. “She is not my mama, Todd.”

I chuckled, gently swatting Jason's side. “He's not using it that way, Damian, don't worry.”

He stared up at me for a moment before realization crossed his face, followed immediately by the faintest glimpse of horror. He wrinkled his nose, turning on his heel. “Disgusting.”

We followed him to the elevator, Jason smirking; “what, but when I call her ‘sweetheart’ and ‘doll’ that doesn't bother you?”

“I did not say that. Frankly, you are both unnecessarily sentimental about each other.” He put in the code to take us down to the Batcave.

“You'll understand someday, kiddo. And on that day, I promise not to lord it over you … too much.” I smirked.

“I assure you, I will never understand that.” The door opened and he stepped out. I headed to the bathroom to change into my training clothes before following Damian to the mats for warm-ups. Before stepping into the circle, I fell to my knees and tied my new belt.

Duke grinned, sitting beside the mats on a break. “Ooh, orange?”

Steph scoffed, plopping down next to him. “That's not fair, you still haven't made the rest of us belts.”

“Drake has already done this number, and as I told him, that will not be happening.” Damian pulled his gloves on, and I did the same.

“Where's B?” Jason looked around.

“Wrapping up some WE stuff.” Tim hummed softly; “he'll be along.”

We trained for almost an hour before Bruce finally joined us. Steph and I finished a sparring session and bowed to each other before I turned to Bruce. He had an almost cold, detached look in his eyes.

“You are well?”

“... Yeah?” Something about his careful tone had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge. Jason stepped closer, putting a hand on my shoulder. He must have felt it too.

“No lingering anxieties from yesterday's events?”

“Nope, I’m good!”

Bruce nodded once. “Excellent. Then you can explain what exactly you were thinking!”

“... Excuse me?” I tilted my head, looking between him and Jay. Had I done something wrong? Jason looked as confused as I felt, surely I hadn't messed up too bad…

“That stunt you pulled could have killed you. I am certain none of my children told you to do that, so why don't you explain what was going through your head?” Bruce growled softly.

“Ease off, Bruce!” Jason snapped.

“No, it's ok, Jay. You want to know what I was thinking, Bruce? It went something like this; ‘fuck, this was not the plan for today. We are radically off plan. Oh! Well now Jason's here, so everything’s gonna be fine! Just have to figure out how to get out from between his gun and Two-Face's torso… Easiest way to do that is probably to drop! Just gotta subtly get Jason's attention so he knows my plan, and … there! Problem solved!’ … anything I need to go back over for ya?”

Bruce was clearly not amused by me pantomiming my thoughts. “That was incredibly dangerous! You should have stayed still and let us do our jobs.”

I took a deep breath, trying desperately to contain my frustration before I spoke. “... If you had been alone, playing the helpless victim would have been safer. But with Jason there, my plan was perfectly safe. I knew Jay would understand my hand signals, and has the reflexes to respond accordingly. I trust him with my life, and yesterday just proved I'm right to. My idea was risky, but it went flawlessly, and it went so well because Jason is extraordinary, and perfectly capable. So please, don't insult him by pretending you don't know how amazing he is. Not in front of me.”

The entire room stilled; everyone watched us, almost afraid to breathe. Bruce stared me down, glaring. “... I know very well how skilled my son is. I don't like you making him shoot a man on your behalf.”

Jason growled, pulling me against him. “Shut up, Bruce. She didn't make me do anything, I was waiting for an opening to take him down! All she did was create that opening. She did beautifully yesterday, you just don't like that your role in her plan was to be the distraction.”

Damian's hand slipped into mine, making me jump; I hadn't even heard him approach. I looked down, squeezing his hand gently. He hesitantly turned to Bruce, determination and frustration in his eyes. “You are being unfair, Father. She's a civilian. Her ability to stay calm in that situation was impressive, let alone the rest of it.”

Bruce looked between Jason and Damian; one practically shielding me from his father with his own body, the other clinging to me like a lost duckling. Bruce's eyes finally settled on me, hardening. “... Which of my children will you steal next, girl?”

I sighed softly. “Bruce, I am not trying to steal your children. No one can steal your children; they love you very much. But they are also allowed to disagree with you without it meaning that you are losing them. You need to get used to that idea, before you push them away.”

Damian frowned deeply, staring at the ground in front of his feet. Bruce turned on his heel, storming out. As he passed, he growled; “Dick, you're in charge of training today.”

Damian slowly dropped my hand, taking a slow, deep breath. After a moment he started walking toward the bathroom, letting gravity slam the door behind him. I sighed softly, leaning against Jason's broad chest. His arms cradled me and he kissed my forehead.

“... He'll be alright. … B will calm down, and they'll work it out. It'll be fine.”

I sighed softly, stroking his side gently. “... Bruce's feelings shouldn't be on any of your shoulders like that… They're his feelings to process.”

Dick smiled weakly. “He knows that. He's … he tries. He's getting better, it's just … slow.”

I nodded slowly, frowning a bit. Dick began pairing people up for more sparring, and Jason had me sit to take a break.

Damian hesitantly looked up at me, fiddling with the hem of his sleep shirt. Usually Jason tried to be home by the time we headed for bed, but that wasn't possible tonight so our usual bedtime routine was a bit disrupted.

“... This is absurd.” Damian muttered softly.

“It's ok if you don't want to do it, it was just an idea, since Jason's not here. I know you prefer not to be too affectionate around others.” I smiled gently, adjusting my pillows the way I liked them.

“... I didn't say that.” He admitted under his breath, slowly climbing onto the bed. “Just … feels silly. … You understand I'm fourteen?”

“Yes, I understand. But you've also been denied a lot of the standard childhood experiences, and this seemed like one you might enjoy. … Frankly, all of you Wayne boys seem to be distinctly touch-starved. It's a bit concerning…”

He nodded slowly. “... And no one will know? … Todd won't barge in?”

“Jason said not to expect him until morning, and he doesn't have a key, so there's no chance he'll walk in while we're asleep. No one has to know anything you don't want them to. You get to decide.” I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, and Damian slowly scooted forward to sit next to me, draping his legs over mine. He slowly leaned against my shoulder, and we wrapped our arms around each other.

He shifted a few times, frowning. After a minute he whispered; “... Is it supposed to feel like this?”

“Like what, little one?”

“... It feels … pleasant. … But also strange.” He frowned more, looking up at me; “... It's like … my stomach is screaming that this is wrong, but my chest is screaming back that it's actually entirely right?”

I nodded, gently running my fingers through his hair. “That makes sense. When you're not used to being touched, it can feel very weird, even scary. … I know some people who experienced such impactful childhood neglect that they get nauseous just holding hands with a friend.”

He blinked a bit, leaning against me. “... Neglect …”

I nodded, stroking his back gently. “Yeah, they had pretty rough childhoods. … They're getting therapy though, and it's helping.”

His arms tightened around my waist, and he rested his cheek against my shoulder; “... So, most people don't feel … weird about this?”

“No, not typically, with people they care about. … Hugs are supposed to make us feel warm, and safe, and cared for.”

“... Is that why Jon likes them so much? Is he seeking reassurance that we are close?”

“It's possible. Or he's trying to reassure you that you're important to him. And some people just enjoy the touch.” Damian seemed to consider that for a moment. 

“... I think … it's alright. … With you, … and with Jon. … I like the thing you do with my hair.”

I smiled softly, stroking his hair more. “I'm glad, kiddo.”

He settled against me, sighing softly. “... Sister?”

“Yes, baby brother?”

“... I … why do you do these things?” He mumbled into his chest.

“What things, kiddo?”

“... The craft kits, and this, and … everything else.” He looked up at me slowly; “... Why are you so nice to me?”

“Oh. Well, because I love you Damian.” I smiled softly, rubbing the back of his head gently.

His face stilled, an instinct to hide his emotions, but I had learned to see the emotion in his eyes, and they were filled with wonder. “... Really?” 

“Of course I do, darling~ I love you very much, baby brother.”

He hugged me tighter, smiling weakly. “... I love you too, Sister.”

I kissed the top of his head, holding him close and gently rocking him as long as he wanted to stay in my grasp. Eventually we laid down to sleep, his back pressed firmly against my chest, and he whispered; “... Ok, … you said you’d sing?”

I chuckled softly and stroked his hair in delicate, soothing patterns, singing lullabies until he dozed off in my arms. He snored softly, and I kissed the top of his head. One last song came to mind - one from a book my family liked to read before bed when I was little;

“I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living,

My baby you’ll be.”

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[aquasarsstuff]

100 Followers Event: Villainess Au ft. Riddle Rosehearts x F!reader

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A/N: If you saw my Lilia post about this Au, I'll also be making the character's pov as best as I can lol. Anyway, enjoy this riddle fic.

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You do not remember who you were before, but you were sure you've read about this world in a different place and time. You look beside you to see Riddle, your fiancé. His eyes ever so diligent skims over the text in each page. He was too distracted that you started to openly stare at him.

"Is there something wrong?" His blue eyes met yours, and at the sight of the rarest color in nature snap you out of your trance. Beside his bed, there was a mirror standing on the right. It was facing you, and only then did you realize that you were frowning. 

You wave your hands in front of your face. The action making Riddle's eyes go wide as saucers. You immediately think of an excuse to say, "The potted plant on your left... is wilting! I do not like it when plants are not cared for. A rose should be bright red not brown."

"Oh... I'm sorry. I've been following the instructions in the book, but over the days it just kept deteriorating. I'll find a way to bring back its color," he says meekly.

Looking at the kid's face, you knew you have said the wrong thing. He looks like he was just about to cry. You shifted to the side. From what you remember from your robbed memories, he was terrifying after ascending of age. Meanwhile, you were an uptight lady, someone that has the same views as his mother that will eventually die early someday. You gasp out loud. This was no good. 

"Your highness are you alright?" he moves a little bit to examine you. You turn around, and suddenly both of your faces were in a close approximate. His cheeks brighten red. When he about to speak, you place a finger on his lips. 

"I am quite well. You know what?" You slide the books on the table and reach for the potted rose to place it on the middle. "While it is important that you know how to handle a plant, sometimes you just need love to nourish it." You pointed to the soil. It was damp, indicating that he hasn't been neglecting it. "Hm... well, look at this new bud that sprout out of its stem. See that you take care of it this one with love."

"Yes... your highness. I promise."

 "Riddle," immediately he became your focal point. "You should just call me by name when were alone. Wait... how about this? What do you think of using this as a promise tool?" 

"A promise... tool?"

You place the potted rose between you, "Riddle Rosehearts, I pledge that until this stem keeps producing beautiful roses, I will stay by your side!" 

"Uhm..." 

"You grab his hands, "I won't force you to make a promise right now. You can even keep it a secret. I know that you will fulfill it, nonetheless." 

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"Riddle, take this," you gave him a white handkerchief. Each of its sides were embroidered with two roses— one was white, and one was red. "Think of it as a blessing from me."

Years have passed, and you were glad that you were able to retain a good relationship with him. You don't know how the plot will exactly play out, but you hope that from his trust will be the key for you to avoid the trial room, with him as the judge for your fate. 

 "Isn't this a custom meant for knights? I am not going to war—" 

"But you will still be away. You're going abroad to study, and it isn't like before that you'll just be gone for a few days. You'll be away in another country for years."

He did not say anything.

"I made it myself for you. We can exchange letters, but I promise that I'll always be by your side, so accept it!" you insisted, pushing it to his hands. 

"You did not even see the state of the rose for years."

"I know that you are still taking care of it. Otherwise, you would have already push me away."

He sighs, safely hiding your gift in his pocket, "I appreciate the gesture, but did you really have to give it here?" he raises one eyebrow at your unkempt appearance and muddy dress.

"It's either this or I won't be able to give it to you. I didn't find the right time to hand it out," you retorted. 

"The schedule of when I will depart has been given to you few months prior. There were plenty of right time." ​

"I might have procrastinated a little bit, heh," you smile awkwardly, raising the sides of your dress to walk to a cemented path avoiding his gaze. 

"What about this morning when you have given me your goodbyes?"

"I was embarrassed. There were so many people. and our family members were there too."

"Did it not occur to you that it more embarrassing to see the royal heir running about, competing with a horse? Even your garments are ruined," there was a small frown on his face. He reaches out to the carriage door and opened it. You thought he was going to leave you here, but he stayed behind the door, extending his hands to the entrance and you.

"Huh?" you look at him dumbfound. 

"Get in. I am not leaving until your disheveled appearance is fix."

[imaginestuffs]

Someday- Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count:975

Warnings: this is my first time writing for our dearest Fred so please keep that in mind! just fluff, ooc, reader is 5'2

Summary: You're at the Burrow for the holidays and Fred makes you a promise that you'll never forget.

(gif not mine!)

You were at the burrow for the holiday season seeing as you felt more welcome there than you did in your own home. It also helped that Molly was more like a mother to you than your own, and she adored having you stay with them. Ginny also got something out of it, she saw you as a sister and would steal you away from your boyfriend for hours at a time just to talk with you. You enjoyed giving her advice and hearing the gossip she gave to you. It was truly like having a little sister and that was something you always wanted. 

“Hey y/n, would you stay in my room tonight?” you heard Ginny ask and you smiled. Before you could give your answer Fred spoke up. “Nope sorry Gin, but she’s with me tonight,” he smiled and tossed his arm around your shoulder. Ginny looked at him with a soft glare. “Maybe tomorrow night ok? We can do whatever you want, alright?” you asked and she smiled softly at you and nodded. 

You felt Fred place a kiss on the crown of your head and you chuckled slightly. Ginny walked away after hearing her mother call for her from the kitchen, and you turned around to face him. “Jealous of your little sister getting time with me?” you raised your brow and smiled. He smiled down at you, “Not jealous, just missing you that’s all,” he said and your gaze grew fonder. You placed your hands on his cheeks and brought him down to nuzzle your nose against his before placing a kiss on his lips. You could feel his smile against your lips and you pulled away. 

Before you could say anything he whisked you away and up the stairs to his room. You chuckled as he took the stairs two at a time with his long strides. “You do know that I’m 5’2 and can’t exactly take these two at a time without tumbling down the stairs right?” you questioned as you tried to keep up. He stopped at the top and looked back at you with a bright smile. “I am quite aware of your height Darling, and you know I’d never let you tumble,” he grinned and you huffed out a laugh. “Sure, alright, I absolutely believe you Love,” you said and shook your head. You grabbed his hand as he dragged you inside the room, you giggled as he placed his hands on your hips and guided you to his bed. You grabbed his hands to lace your fingers with his. He placed a kiss on the back of your head and you smiled. “C’mon, come lay with me,” he said as he flopped down onto his bed. He opened his arms to you and you instantly settled yourself by his side. You felt yourself relax in his hold and let out a content sigh. 

“Do you remember the first words you said to me?” he asked and your eyes widened. You did in fact remember those embarrassing words.  “Don’t even say it,” you said and hid your face in his neck. “Clear as day I remember it,” he said and held you tighter. “Please Freddie, don’t remind me,” you tried to get him to stop. 

He cleared his throat and sat up a bit straighter. “It was our very first year, we hadn’t even set foot on the train yet. You were looking very lost and so George and I decided that it would only be right that we helped you. We waved you over, and you made your way over. You were incredibly shy but of course, we had to talk to you. And the first thing you said was,” he paused. 

“You’re really pretty,” he tried to imitate you and you cringed before once again hiding your face in his neck. He laughed loudly and your cheeks heated up. “It was the cutest thing that I’d ever witnessed. The blush that you had after you realized what you said to complete strangers, I knew we’d be best friends. You said we were pretty, and I thought you were pretty too,” he said and you huffed. He chuckled and pulled back so he could look at you. You turned your head away from him, “I didn’t mean to say it out loud!” you whined and he laughed. “Aw, I’m sorry Love, it was so cute though,” he said and placed a hand on your cheek to turn your head to face him. “It was embarrassing,” you said and pouted as you looked at him. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on your pout. “Well as I said, I thought you were pretty too,” he said and your lips curled up. He caught sight of your grin and his grew. 

“Can I tell you something?” you asked as you laced your fingers with his. He looked down at you and nodded his head. “Anything,” he said. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you,” you told him honestly. His gaze softened, and his grip on your hand grew tighter. “You know, let’s just say I’ve been in love with you since I met you too, that day on the train platform, I knew I loved you,” he said and he leaned down just enough to press his lips to yours. You kissed him back softly, and let go of his hand just so you could bring it up and place it on your cheek. You ran your hand through his hair and he pulled you closer. He pulled away just barely, your lips barely touching. “I’m gonna marry you someday,” he spoke softly and you smiled against his lips. “You promise?” you asked and he chuckled. “I swear,” he affirmed and you placed one last kiss on his lips

[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck • Part 3

Lord of the Pins

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: A mysterious text leads Bucky to a local bowling alley.

Word Count: 2,213

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

A/N: since you've all been so nice 😭 here's some more wholesome content for you. Thank you @sjsmith56 for the bowling suggestion. If anyone else has ideas they'd like to see you can send them to my asks and maaaaybe you'll get lucky with some more parts to this. Wishing you all happy holidays! Thanks again for being so awesome 🫶💖

Bucky Barnes wonders what he has gotten himself into this time.

He had received a text that read:

"Bucky. super inportant meet up. please be there @ 3. Thx!!!! 👋 "

Followed by an address pinned to a local bowling alley called Balls to the Wall.

The number was unknown.

He tried to reply asking "who is this?" but it never marked itself as delivered.

It was now 2:45pm and Bucky has been waiting for any sign of why he was here. He kept to the outskirts of the entrance where he found a small bench that gave him a view to see everyone entering the building.

He probably could have called Sam or Torres to ask if they could help track the phone number but the thought of dealing with either of them today sounded more exhausting than dealing with whatever mystery awaited him.

"Bucky..?" A soft voice called out.

He turned to identify the voice and then stood up quickly. "Y/N?" His face lights up slightly but he's still confused, "Um, Hey..."

"What are you-"

"Were you the one-?"

They both start at the same time.

Bucky holds his arm out, signaling for her to continue first.

"What are you doing here? Are you here to bowl..?"

He scratches the back of his neck slightly, "Um, no, not exactly... I was about to ask if you were the one that told me to come here. I got a text earlier saying to meet here at 3pm but I couldn't reply to it and they didn't leave a name or really much info to go with it..."

"Do you... usually show up to places random strangers send you..? Do I have to explain stranger danger to you, Buck?" You squinted at him with a smile, "Do you still have the text, can I see?"

He grins, "Well, I can't say I've received a text like this before. I did, however, get an email once from a bank director in Canada that was looking to send me inheritance from a long lost uncle that passed away and I'm the only next of kin they could track down. I gave them my banking information so I'm sure I should be getting that 9.2 million dollars any day now." Pulling his phone out he opens the mystery text and hands it to you.

"Wow! How fortunate for you!" You joke back while taking the phone from him. "The bank must have tracked back pretty far to find you.. How old was the uncle?? 130?" You smirk.

"Ha-ha. Funny. And to think I was going to give you a million out of the kindness of my very generous heart," he tsks.

"Oh? That's fine, I have an evil genius in the family that is going to make us millions someday anyways. That or he'll marry me into it, don't let him know about all your pending riches unless you want another proposal inquiry," you laugh and then look down at his phone.

"I don't recognize the number either.. it's a strange area code. Did you try googling it?"

"...No? I didn't know that was an option.."

"Sometimes it'll tell you a name but not always, usually it will just say where the area code is from," she hands the phone back to him.

"So why are you here? Are you here to go bowling by yourself..?" Bucky asks, his head tilted slightly.

"No, I'm meeting my sister and the gang here. We usually try to meet up at least once a month to do something together o--."

"FUTURE UNCLE BUCKY!"

A small laugh escapes from Bucky. He knows exactly who the text was from now. Of course the small one would be involved.

Benji runs full force, stopping short in front of Bucky and his Aunt.

"YOU MADE IT!" He jumps up in excitement.

Realization hits Y/N next, "Benjamin, did you text Bucky to meet us here??"

"Well, you guys said Monty couldn't make it and that means we would be short a team member...sooo," he gestures towards Bucky with wide Vanna White enthusiastic movements.

"How did you even-?" You start to ask but Nora beats you to it.

"Excuse me, you don't have a phone. How exactly did you contact Bucky and HOW did you know his phone number??"

"Please, Mom. I'm a kid, not an idiot. I found his number in Aunt Y/N's phone and I texted him from my tablet."

"We will be discussing this later," she sighs.

"You'll join our team, won't you, Bucky?" Benji looks up at him with an exaggerated pout and big puss in boot eyes. A low-blow to any adult that receives the look.

"I don't want to intrude on family time.."

"Nonsense!" Nora exclaims, "he already dragged you out here- I'm really sorry about that by the way. Please feel free to join us, we'd love to have you!" She grabs Benji by the shoulders and steers him towards the entrance, "When Dad gets here you have a lot of explaining to do, Mister."

Bucky looks over at Y/N.

"Like Nora said, please feel free to join us. Or feel free to run for the hills. I'm so sorry if you had plans already today."

"I had already finished everything I needed to do today when the message showed up," he shrugs.

"Well, do you have any bowling experience?"

"A few times back in the day. Haven't been since though."

"Fair warning, I'm very competitive. If you're going to be on my team, I don't like to lose," you grin.

"Isn't Benji on your team?"

"Yeah, and I got lucky. We had to draw straws for him. Kid is unstoppable. Watched a bunch of YouTube videos and suddenly he was a bowling prodigy."

"Well, now I need to join, gotta see these skills. Do you think the text was his only shenanigan today or do you think a ring will be inside one of the bowling balls?" He smirks.

You blush slightly but laugh with him, "I can make absolutely no promises. Thank you for being such a good sport about it and not filing a restraining order on us."

He laughs, "The only restraining order I'd consider at the moment is on a raccoon hell bent to get my arm," he lifts his left arm slightly.

"Oh, I'm definitely going to need more details on this please."

He laughs holding his right hand out for you to take and both of you start to walk towards the entrance.

"Is anyone else joining in?" Bucky asks you.

"My brother-in-law, Theo, is on his way here now and my best friend is also joining. Prudence is essentially a 2nd sister. Her boyfriend Monty is usually with us too, but he had to drop out to cover a shift at his job."

You both grab some bowling shoes on your way in and make your way over to the lanes.

Benji skips over, "So Bucky, with your super soldier strength and all, are you able to bowl without throwing the ball through the wall?"

"One way to find out," he smirks down at him and takes a seat to switch his boots for the bowling shoes.

"The place is called Balls to the Walls, not Balls through the Wall, got it?" you point at them while taking your jacket off revealing a shirt that says "Rollin' with my homies" that matched Benji's shirt that simply said "Homie" on the front.

Bucky reads both of them and chuckles. You look down and shrug looking back up at him, "It was a gift from Benj. We also wear them when we do other activities like roller skating and mini golfing."

Bucky smiles at that, enjoying how close they all seemed to be as a family.

Eventually Theo and Prudence join you, Benji introducing Bucky to both of them with his usual enthusiasm. Ecstatic to have the super soldier on his team.

Theo shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you, heard many things. I'm apologizing now before I find out how you ended up here today," he smiles and walks over to hug the rest of the crew.

Prudence walks by shortly after mouthing "Oh. My. God!" at you as she greets Bucky as well, bringing him into a huge hug.

You all start entering your names into the scoreboard.

Y/N, Benji, and Bucky declared their team Lord of the Pins while Nora, Theo, and Prudence were The Britney Spares.

Prudence prepares to go up first, only knocking 2 pins down.

"What I lack in skill, I make up for in heart, ok?" She reasons while sitting down.

A few turns go by, Benji scoring a spare on his first turn, Nora trying a throw from under her legs.

Benji excitedly follows Bucky up on his first turn, giving him a quick pep talk while coaching him on the essentials of his favorite throwing techniques.

They both hold incredibly still while they watch the ball fly down the lane. The pins all fall over and STRIKE appears on the screens. Everyone cheers, Benji jumps up and down and they both high-five in victory.

Benji runs back to the benches while shouting to his dad, "Did you see that?! We're sooo going to kick your butts!" He starts doing his own little victory dance.

Bucky walks over to you with a smile. You grin and shrug, "I guess you can stay on the team."

Benji sits down next to Prudence as she looks over and smiles at the scene in front of her. Y/N and Bucky were standing near the ball return, a ball in her hand while waiting for her turn after Theo. She was laughing at something Bucky said and they were both making animated gestures as they talked.

"Look at them in their own little bubble over there. They look so happy and adorable. Good one, Benj." She stretches her hand over to him to exchange a low high-five out of sight.

"I know," he moves his shoulders up and down while wiggling his eyebrows.

"You still lost your tablet privileges for the weekend," Nora sings as she walks by.

"Aw, come on Mommm!"

Benji is on his last turn following Prudence. He already has 2 strikes before this turn, making this turn his chance to score a Turkey (3 strikes in a row) AND get an extra turn if he does get a strike.

Concentrating on the lane ahead of him, the ball lined up in front of his face. After a moment he takes a few steps forward winding up his shot, letting go in his perfect bowling pose, one arm up in the air and one leg sticking out behind him.

Three perfectly spaced out pins survive in a triple split.

His little shoulders slump.

"You've got this Benji!" Prudence cheers.

The rest of you start cheering and clapping as well.

"Aunt Y/N?" Benji asks.

"Yeah, Bud?"

"If I get a spare on this throw, will you and Bucky take me to get ice cream tomorrow?" The puss in boots eyes have engaged again.

You look over at Bucky, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, ice cream sounds less expensive than a wedding to me," Bucky answers quietly to you.

You laugh, "Ok, deal."

Benji grins, turning back around.

He goes through his usual steps but takes an extra few seconds of concentration this time.

He throws the ball watching it curve slightly, it hits the middle pin and left pin knocking them down while the middle pin then bounds over and takes out the right pin.

Your group erupts in loud cheers. Benji jumps up and down while shouting and doing his victory dance. Theo runs over lifting him up to his shoulders.

"Told you," you say looking over to Bucky, "bowling prodigy," you point over at Benji.

Theo lowers him back to the ground. Benji is already listing the flavors of ice cream he wants and how many scoops and toppings.

Nora, Theo, and Bucky finish their last turns with decent scores.

You go up for your last round earning a spare, but it's not nearly as exciting as Benji's.

Joining in high-fives you all start switching shoes.

"Alright, Lord of the Pins, you earned yourselves some pizza," Theo announces to Benji while handing him his sneakers.

"Can we get the one that has everything on it??"

"Sure, why not. When you say everything, we're talking about the one with sardines, liver, and mushrooms, right?"

"No! That's not the one!-"

"Too late, I already ordered it," he joked but hasn't touched his phone yet.

Your usual pizza spot was a block away from the bowling alley. With your shoes and coat already back on you turn to Bucky who is also ready and waiting, "If we haven't taken up enough of your time today, would you like to stay and join us for dinner?"

"Would you like to stay forever?!" You hear Benji's voice shout from behind both of you.

You cover your face and both of you laugh, "Sure, I'd love some sardines, liver, and mushroom pizza," he jokes.

"Yuck!" Benji answers back.

Bucky offers his hand again, you smile and lace your fingers together and follow the rest out.

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what do you even know ? (pt.2) ㅡ kim taerae.

kim taerae x reader.

words : 1,525

genre : fluff

warnings : kissing ??

first part here

"the fuck."

"and now, he's gonna get mad..."

there he goes.

"no because what the fuck. how did you even end up with that solution- hell, that's not a solution, you created a whole new problem! why di..."

and your friend, woongi, keeps going. and to be honest, i don't blame him, and neither do you. because, once again, you put yourself in an embarassing situation and then cried about being embarassed.

you two were sitting in the back of the lecture hall, not really paying attention to your teacher's word. you decided it was time for you to finally spill the tea about what happened at that party...

after the moment of closeness you shared with taerae in that kitchen, he followed his words and took you home. he came in, helped you get rid of your shoes, leaded you to your own room. there, he put you in bed, smiled as he told you to have a good night. and that's it. he left you to sleep, with the headache in the morning as your only friend.

when you woke up, you didn't remember everything. you were wondering how did you got home, trying to remind yourself the night before. and it came back, the fact that you confessed to taerae even though you planned on dying with that secret. you panicked, because yes, he didn't reject you, in fact, it kinda seems like the feeling was mutual. but, you know, you just had so much doubts. if he liked you, why didn't he tell you ?

"well i could ask you the same question ! why did you never tell him yourself ??", replied woongi when you told him that.

"because i'm scared, you know ? we are really good friends, and it's been like that since we were child. i don't know, it never seemed like he liked me back !"

"and now that you know he does, why are you avoiding him..."

yes, because that's exactly how decided to deal with that situation. you decided to avoid him, making sure that love conversation would never happen. what if you were wrong ? you were drunk after all, maybe it never happened that way-

"you don't make up things when you're drunk, y/n !", exclaimed woongi.

"don't talk that loud", you said, reminding him you were in class. "look, I don't wanna ruin our friendship, you know ? it's very precious to me, if we date and then someday he realizes he no longer needs me, that's it. that's just the end. if we stay friend, it's better, because that means i get to be with him forever and-"

"forever until he falls in love with someone else...''

"stop ??"

"damn..."

woongi let his head fall onto the table, maybe harder than what he thought, but he decided to act like he didn't hurt.

"i can't believe you have 0 braincells, 0 rizz, 0 bitches..." said your friend, sighing heavily.

"last time i checked you were still single, woongi." woongi choked on his saliva, waking up, ready to clap back.

"well last time i checked i wasn't running away from the boy i'm in love with for some dumb reasons !"

"but what else do you want me to do", you whined.

"talk to him like ?? what the hell do you wanna do ? i don't like that whole miscommunication trope bro."

trust me, woongi, i don't like that miscommunication trope too. and deep down, you knew woongi was right. but you also knew you were too scared to do anything about it.

"keep going like that. you won't have him as a lover, but you'll lost him as a friend too."

maybe that was enough to give a call to reality. you couldn't just avoid him forever if you wanted to stay friend... you had the idea of talking to him like it never happened, like you didn't remember because of the alcohol. to be honest, that was selfish of you and you kinda felt bad for the fact you didn't have the guts to talk to him about it.

what you didn't know for sure is that tarae wasn't that far from you in the lecture hall. he didn't mean to eavesdropping, really, but you guys were just so loud he couldn't help it. now, he knew what was wrong, and decided it was time it took the matter into his hands.

your day in school was finally done. you went home, woongi's words still in mind, thinking about the whole situation. but you didn't have to overthink some more, because when you got home, an hour later, someone knocked at your door.

you weren't waiting for anybody, so that kinda surprised you. but you got up anyway to open the door, coming face to face with taerae.

"hey", he simply said. "hey", you replied.

"can i come in please ? we need to talk."

even if the way he said it was meant to be reassuring, you couldn't help but to feel a bit anxious. without a word, you moved to let him get in.

"wait for me in the living room, okay ? i'll grab you a drink in the kitchen." that was just an excuse to be alone for a second, to make up your mind about what you were going to do. but you didn't except him to follow you in the kitchen.

it was just you and him. in a kitchen. again. but this time, you didn't feel at ease. not in a way where you were afraid of what he would do to you, no. you trusted him, and he would never hurt you. you just know that you had no way to escape that conversation.

"look, y/n, i swear i don't want you to feel forced to talk about it. but i need to be straightforward, so you know what i'm thinking about it."

"about what ?"

"do you remember what happened at that party ?"

you didn't respond, contemplating wether you should lie or not.

"y/n, please tell me you remember."

"i-i don't. i don't remember. i mean, i'm not sure what you referring to..."

"okay. forget about it then."

oh. that's not what you were excepting. you wanted him to let that go, but it still hurted. maybe he just said he liked you because you were drunk and he didn't know what else to do.

"i'm not really into drunk confessions, anyway. i rather tell you what i feel about you properly."

"what ?"

well, you weren't excepting that either. you felt your cheeks and ears getting warm.

"you don't have to reciprocate my feelings, or to answer me now. i just feel like i should tell you because i don't want you to feel insecure about it. you've been avoiding me since then, so i assume you remember what happened? and for some reasons it makes you scared... but please, whatever it is that makes you feel like this, keep in mind i meant every word i said that night. i meant it when i said i love you, because i really do, and i'll show it to you whatever the relationship you want us to have. i kept what i feel for you to myself for years anyway, i can keep going. but, you know, this time, i feel like i might have a chance and i don't want to miss it. if you need time to think about it, that's fine by me. and if you don't... i don't know, maybe you didn't mean it that way when you told me you love me."

he didn't spare you a single look while that monologue, not daring to, afraid of your reactions. but then, you answered.

"you think i meant it in a friendly way ?"

"i don't know, that could explain why you didn't want to talk to me afterwards."

"what do you even know ?"

he understood now. that was your way of telling him you remember what you said that night. he saw that as a green light, maybe you were asking him to give you a push so you could confess properly this time. he reminded him of the way you looked at his lips that night, and to test the waters, he came closer to you. he wouldn't do it if he was sure that's what you wanted. when he saw your eyes automatically went to his lips when he came closer, he took that as a sign, hoping he was not wrong. without a word, he soflty placed his hand on your neck, and finally placed his lips on yours. the kiss was tentative at first, gentle, but the intensity increased when you responded to it, conveying your unspoken feelings to taerae. your hands went to his face, cupping it.

the two of you were lost in each other's touch, basking into the other warmth. but you had to pull away.

just like that night, taerae rested his forehead on yours.

"please tell me you love me back", he said in a whisper. you simply smiled when answering. "i loved you since forever."

and woongi won't be able to call you bitchless anymore.

[only-siren]

Of Wind and Earth Part 4

The Ball Part 2

Cole x Reader

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An hour had passed since the ball started.

People were dancing, socializing, eating, and laughing, but not y/n. Vania told her to stay on the balcony until it was time for the announcement, and it was almost time.

Y/n was shaking.

What if everything went wrong? What if people didn't take this well, and she had to go into hiding again? She didn't want to have to hide again. She liked her new friends. She didn't want to leave them.

"You doing all right?" A voice asked, snapping y/n out of her thoughts.

Y/n looked up from her sweaty palms, and saw Cole standing there. He looked into her eyes, waiting for an answer.

Y/n opened her mouth, but before she could say anything she burst into tears.

Cole was immediately at her side.

"I…" Y/n started.

"You're afraid that they'll never accept you. That you'll have to go back into hiding again. You're afraid of putting us in danger's way for your sake, and… above all you're afraid of proving them right," Cole stated.

Y/n looked into Cole's eyes completely shocked. It was as if he had read her like a book. They hadn't seen each other since they had arrived at Shintaro, but one thing y/n had noticed about him is that he always seemed to know how she was feeling.

Before y/n could open her mouth, Cole spoke again, "I know the past few years haven't been easy for you. You had to give up everything you loved to protect the ones you love. I know what it's like to be in a hopeless situation where you feel like no matter what you do, you'll never win, but you don't have to hide anymore y/n. You have us now, and you don't have to worry about putting us in danger. We willingly choose to put ourselves in danger almost on a daily basis. It's all part of being a ninja, and if you join us, you'll protect others the way we want to protect you. You're not alone anymore! And you're nothing like Morro. You're sweet, caring, and want what's best for others, just like any good person should. They'll all warm up to you eventually. You just have to show them who you really are."

Y/n blushed at the compliments Cole had given her. Why did he care so much?

"How… how do you know for sure that I won't end up exactly like my uncle did?" She sniffled.

"Because you don't seem to have the same thirst for power that he did," Cole responded.

"The wind blows both ways, Cole…" Y/n said.

"What do you mean?" Cole questioned.

"I control the wind.. but the wind can become so strong that it controls me. Sometimes it feels as if my powers are not my own and.. if I never learn to tame it…" 

"I always believed Morro struggled with his powers in some way but could never quite put it into words," Wu said.

The two jumped not realizing Master Wu had been there.

 "But if you claim your powers aren't tame," Wu continued. "Why did you never attack the hunters?"

"Huh?"

"It's never once been reported that anyone who has gone looking for you has ever been injured by your hand," Wu explained. "You had the opportunity to force them away. Why didn't you?"

Y/n pondered for a moment, then answered, "Because they're all just like me… People, probably with families, hoping to go back home and return to the ones they love."

"See! You could have gotten rid of them all, but you didn't. You have a good heart y/n," Cole said, wiping a tear from y/n's eye. "Your power doesn't define you; your uncle doesn't define you; all those people's opinions don't define you. Only you can determine who you'll be and what you'll do with the power you've been given."

"Why do you have so much faith in me?" Y/n asked.

"Well, you did kind of save me, and you've been nothing but nice ever since we brought you here. How could I not?," Cole answered.

"You may have the power of one who was once evil, y/n, but I have faith that you will be a great ninja someday and prove yourself worthy of their trust," Wu concluded as he walked back into the ballroom.

Cole took y/n's hand in his own.

 "Now come on, let's show them the real y/n!" Cole said with a smile.

Y/n wiped the last tear from her eye and smiled back. She allowed Cole to lead her to the doors of the ballroom, but before they reached the door, y/n stopped.

"Cole…" she said timidly. 

"Yeah?"

"Thank you"

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Standing atop the ballroom's stairs, Y/n looked down to see all the people dancing and laughing, hoping that they would stay that way even after Vania made the announcement.

Cole gave her hand a small squeeze.

"Remember. You've got this," he reminded her.

Y/n smiled and gave a curt nod. 

As they both descended the stairs, y/n started to think. It was strange… It had been awhile since anyone had been this nice to her. Cole was so sweet. She had to wonder if he was always this way. 

She had to admit the gentleness he treated her with gave her butterflies, and the fact that he was now holding her hand didn't help. She hoped no one would notice the blush on her face.

Wait-

She didn't have a crush on him right? Is that what this was? She couldn't like someone she's barely met, could she?

"Y/n? Hello, earth to Y/n?" Vania said, snapping y/n out of her thoughts.

"Sorry… I was thinking," Y/n explained.

"It's fine," Vania answered. "But I'm about to give the speech, so try not to zone out again!"

Y/n giggled nervously, "I'll try not to."

Vania walked toward her throne. Y/n was about to follow her but then looked down and blushed when she realized her and Cole's hands were still intertwined.

"Uh… Cole?" She asked shyly.

Cole looked down as well. When he noticed they were still holding hands Vania's words went through his head.

Y/n is totally your type! …I'm sure she'd love a big strong man to take care of her!

Cole blushed and quickly let go.

"Oh, uh, sor-sorry, Y/n!"

"It's fine," she said timidly.

They stood there awkwardly for a moment before Y/n realized she was supposed to be near Vania. Without saying a word, she quickly walked toward Vania's throne.

Cole face-palmed. 

Great job, Genius! He thought. I probably weirded her out! What in the world is happening to me? Stop thinking about what Vania said.

Once y/n reached Vania, Vania smiled and gave her a reassuring nod before starting her speech.

"Citizens of Shintaro and of lands beyond, thank you for coming to this incredibly important gathering. There is an elemental master here among us who has suffered great injustice due to the acts of her predecessor. We have gathered here today to show the world that she is not a monster as everyone believes and to accept her as she is. Shintaro welcomes her with open arms, and I decree that if anyone tries to hunt her within our borders, they will be held accountable. My fellow leaders, I hope you will pass the same law. We must take a stand for this innocent girl who has been hunted so long. Ladies and gentlemen, may I represent: y/n."

Y/n cautiously took a step forward, wary of the many eyes watching her. Some people applauded, others stayed quiet.

The distinguished leaders seemed to be discussing their thoughts. Some scoffed as others considered the possibility of accepting her, but none of them felt as though they could fully trust her.

Cole's voice rang through y/n's head.

You just have to show them who you really are.

"I...," y/n hesitated before speaking loudly and firmly. "I am a person just as much as any of you are. I am not out for power. All I want is to live my life freely. I want to be able to return to my family and tell them how much I love them without putting their lives in danger. I want to be more than prey for a bounty hunter."

Y/n's voice was beginning to shake as she held back her tears. She didn't want to go back to that life of always playing cat and mouse.

Cole felt the urge to run over to her. He wanted to protect her from all the judging eyes, but he knew she had to do this. This was a big step for her, and he was proud of her for finally taking a stand.

"I know you all think I'm a danger. I've been considered a deviant to society for so long that even I began to believe that I was a danger, but the truth of it is, I never want to harm anyone. I don't even want to entertain the idea of being anything like Morro… I no longer want to live in fear because people think I am exactly as he was. I am more than his evil acts. So please..." Y/n pleaded. "Please let me return to being able to live a normal life. To live life and grow old with the people I love... Just like anyone else should... Please..."

At first... the room was silent. A tear or two rolled down y/n's face. Her ears began to ring as everyone stared at her. Had she made a mistake? Would they not accept her? Should she not have said anything?

Then many people began to clap. A few of the dignitaries rolled their eyes and turned their noses up as they began to leave, but the ones that stayed began discussing again, seeming to agree.

"I don't know about any of my fellow leaders, but I believe that you speak the truth, Miss Y/n. You will have a safe place in the Cloud Kingdom," one dignitary assured.

"And in Ninjago City," said another.

Many more of the dignified guests gave their approval and well wishes to Y/n.

Cole stood there grinning like an idiot. He was so proud of her. She was finally going to be safe… for the most part at least.

Great job, Y/n… 

He thought to himself.

While everyone acknowledged y/n and the leaders from other places, no one noticed the people slowly making their way towards the throne. Twelve people surrounded the throne so there was no escape. Multiple others barred and guarded the doors so no one else could escape.

Suddenly, P.I.X.A.L. spoke up on everyone's communicators.

"Ninja, we have a problem."

Just then, the ringleader of the group spoke to grab everyone's attention.

"Well, that was a mighty fine touching speech you just gave there, y/n, but I'm afraid no one is leaving here until I get my bounty."

"Y/n, watch out!" Cole cried out.

Then there was a loud bang, and it all went dark.

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Word count: 1,838

A/n: Hey, guys! How long has it been? Like- a year? Good news! My writer's block has finally vanished (thank Super Paper Mario for that). I seriously thought my writing days were over, but I finally feel inspired again! I know this was a bit shorter than the last one, but I need to get back into the rhythm of writing once more. I hope this was at least semi-decent. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!  Have a great day/night! <3333

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Yandere Vil x POC reader x Yandere Rook

Small-townsecretcult AU

Vils the mayor

Rooks the sheriff

And your everyone's mama

The town of Pomefiore

It's that typically white town that's definitely dealing with the occult

Picking off travelers or even troublesome citizens judged by the aforementioned

Not too fond of technology

Tight knit community

It's a cult leaders dream

When you show up from the city looking for some more down to Earth living

You get sent to the small town of Pomefiore

And for awhile the conditioned community believes that your the next victim helper in their ritual

Only to be shocked when Vil and Rook call it off

These two as their positions would suggest practically rule the town

So their word is law

With the assurance that they'd keep an eye on you, you are reluctantly accepted

Now whether your vocal and abrasive about being treated differently

Or even quietly taking the discrimination

You'll grow on the people eventually

And sooner than you'll know it

It's like you've always been apart of them

"Oh (Y/n) would you be q dear and watch little Nelson for me? Aw thanks!"

"Great harvest this year eh (Y/n)!"

"You're looking divine, as per usual (Y/n)!"

Sharing your culture with the lot of the town allows for the unusual open mind

As you become the home base for food that they just don't make

Or even discipline because some of these parents just can't or won't reign their children in

Either way everyone relies on you for advice insight and just to be the kind of person you can be friends with

Now about the two men in question

Right off the bat these two stop any all 'helping' sacrificing you could do because they remember you

Back when they were in highschool they had a shared obsession over you

What ever you were doing they had to watch from the sidelines

So popular and praised they knew it would be foolish of them to try and court you then

But now in a town they ruled they'd be stupid not to

So they are the faces of the pomefiore welcome wagon

"Bonsoir, moi layubov! No one gave you any trouble, I hope!"

"I'd personally like to assure you that I can handle any and all issues you have. So please be a good babe and trust me."

Now the actual culture behavior in the town is the matching accessories among family houses

Now it's not so obvious that they are exactly the same but they're matching patterns and colors

If you do notice and ask the people they'll change the topic or make up some excuse about 'being cute'

It's really a calling card for their position in the cult

Like patchwork and green for neckties and hair pieces are average followers

Polka dots and pink for bracelets and socks are specific jobs

Red with stripes for belts and chokers

And solid colors purple and blue accessories with a crown embroidered on it

And guess who are the only two who have that symbol

You are the only one exempt from this rule

It is an unspoken vow that you should be kept completely oblivious to their activities

So when they start meeting up for those "church services" someone's occupying your time

Whether it's little troublemaker Nelson or Old lady Jenson who need babysitting just someone able to keep tabs on you

Speaking of "church services" the all knowing is Epel Fulmeier

Training priest by day

Head of rituals by night

He is much more lucid and regretful about the many lives he's helped take

And when he realizes you aren't going to be one of them he wants to inform you

But your beauty queen hound dog and the hunter are avid in keeping him in his place

"Ohh Father Epel, you seem to have been speeding once again seems like you'll need to have a talk with the mayor."

"I'm only doing what's best for you. And I'd hate to have found you…'a cheater.'"

"I-i'm sorry, just a lapse in judgement. I only wanted to beat you someday."

"Hmm. I appreciate your vigor, but don't think it saves you from punishment."

In their town the word cheater is used quite differently

A cheater in the town of Pomefiore is a traitor

Someone who has broken away from their…beliefs or someone who attempts to hinder in their…practices

You would notice this when you would play with the children

"Hehe he I win!"

"Not fair!"

"Nathan that is cheating."

"A-are y-you c-calling me a cheater? BUT I'M A GOOD BOY! PLEASE DON'T!"

"Okay okay you're not a cheater it's okay shhh shhh!"

It's a heavy word for any who know what's actually going on

You'll ask questions sure

but Vil and Rook are more than happy to answer

"O mi amour I'm so happy your here to stay!"

"Quite obviously fate has brought you to our town. So I expect you to listen."

[thebiggestfan1]

marry you? on our first date? - Tyson Jost

I know it's been a long time since I published a hockey imagine but I really loved writing this one :) If you liked this, you can request something or just scroll through my masterlist

word count: 1267 words

TW: language

If this is going to turn awful, you thought to yourself while waiting for a man you've never met in a fancy restaurant wearing your best clothes and your most expensive perfume, Cale Makar is a dead man.

You already regretted agreeing to go on a date with your friend's teammate. You knew really well how hockey players often were - but the way Cale talked about him somehow changed your mind for a moment.

It was not even seven o'clock in the afternoon and you already had second thoughts. You arrived early as always and it was kind of a relief that you haven't seen your date yet. But the time was moving fast and you had to turn down two waitresses with their offer of wine or moving you to a one-person table.

His name is Tyson. He is 23. Adorable. Dog lover. And on every occasion, he comes right on time.

At exactly seven, a man in a suit came in and looked over all the people in the restaurant before locking his eyes with yours. A genuine smile formed on his lips as he walked towards you and it drove you crazy that his eyes were only on you and no one else - it'd be a shame if he didn't look at you at all because it took you a really long time getting ready. It was probably your biggest effort to look this good for a man in more than three months and that scared the shit out of you.

"Hey," you said, innerly scolding yourself for how dumb it has probably sounded.

"Hey," he repeated your words. "You'll probably be Y/N, nice to meet you. I'm Tyson."

You stood up, the dress sliding over the curves of your body. Were you dressed up too much? Was all this effort for nothing?

So you just shook his hand, hot skin touching hot skin, and said: "Nice to meet you, too."

The smile Tyson gave you in answer made you realize that maybe after all, it won't be such a waste of time.

As the empty plates have been taken by the waitress, you felt as if the evening was too short - as if the whole time slipped through your fingers in a blink of an eye. Two hours after you and Tyson met and you were already red from all the blushing and laughing.

"I would love to run my fingers through your hair," you declared, not really realizing that you said it probably as loud as posible. You immediately covered your mouth with your hand in shock at your own actions, not expecting to hear anything so bold coming out of your mouth on the first date.

But Tyson's hair was so freaking beautiful - you could only imagine what it would feel like to touch his amazing dark curls.

And he laughed and laughed, his lips all the evening formed into that special smile that made you smile, too.

"Well," he moved closer to you across the table, his lips lightly grazing your ear as he spoke. "You might someday."

Your whole body trembled after he leaned back in his chair, his eyes looking directly into yours. What were you supposed to say after something that could mean nothing or everything?

The waitress helped you out of that situation when she brought the desserts. The tiramisu cheescake you ordered looked so amazing that you forgot to answer and dove right in.

Suddenly, there was something hard and cold on your tongue and you did your best not to gag when you pulled it out of your mouth.

And there, on your palm, covered in cream, was an engagement ring.

"Are you seriously asking me to marry you? On our first date?"

Fuck - you knew there had to be some catch because the man in front of you was just perfect; no red flags, nothing. Fucking weirdo - if Cale knew about this, you were going to strangle him.

"No! Why would I-" Tyson then saw the ring in your palm and went silent.

The man at the table next to yours started choking on his water as he watched you two - yeah, the more people saw this, the better, you thought to yourself ironically.

"Then what the fuck is this?" You were trying to keep your voice down but everyone was already looking at you anyway. You stood up from your seat, quickly grabbed your coat and turned back to face Tyson, who looked confused and in shock.

"Listen, Tys, you are a good guy and I really enjoyed your company today but this is just too much. I have to go now-"

"Miss?" This time, the waitress spoke to you as she came back to your table, nearly whispering. "The cheescake was meant for the couple at the table next to yours, not to you. I'm so sorry I messed it all up-" The woman kept speeking but you didn't listen to any of it because you were busy realizing that Tyson had no idea what was going on.

"Oh." was the only thing you could muster to say.

The waitress left your table, all the time apologising and saying that your dinner will be on the house. You took your coat off once again, sitting back down in the horrible silence and then said:

"Well, this is awkward."

Out of nowhere, you both started laughing and tears started staining your cheeks as you gasped out:

"There is no way that Cale will know about this."

...

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked as you and Tyson got out of the restaurant, your arms sometimes touching as you walked.

"I'm just thinking about why is it that I haven't met you earlier."

The red in your cheeks was now automatic.

"And I'm thinking about how adorable it is that you blush so easily."

You stayed quiet and this time, when your arms met, you gripped his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. The butterflies in your stomach were something you loved about being in Tyson's presence.

"And that when I first saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you were."

"You know what I'm thinking about?"

"Hmm," Tys murmured softly as you slowly stopped walking. He was so close to you that you felt his breath on your neck and smelled that amazing cologne of his.

"I'm thinking about kissing you."

"Really?"

"Hmm,"

It didn't matter you met him just a few hours before - this was one of the rare bonds that were strong from the beginning to the end.

Tyson leaned down and you felt his lips softly touching yours as he murmured: "I've been thinking about the same thing since I met you."

Your heart fluttered as you leaned into him, his arms now wrapped around your body. His lips were soft and warm and you felt like melting in his touch and then mending back together.

"You hair is really soft," you breathed into the kiss and you felt his laugh on your lips.

"I owe Cale 10 dollars," Tys whispered as you pulled back a little, your foreheads touching, your breathing mingling together.

"Why?"

"I said that I wouldn't go on a second date with anyone he'd set me up with."

"Does this mean we'll do this again?"

"This means that we will do this till I make you mine."

The light in his eyes, the kind smile on his face... He was perfect. Everything about him was. And it was so easy to agree with everything he said.

"Just... don't ask me to marry you on the second date."

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Go on without me (Agatha x reader)

a/n: i took this idea and some dialogues from a song in spanish named "Sigue sin mi" by Marco Antonio Solis, in case you want to listen it.

Warnings: angst.

"Forgive me"

You blinked and slowly opened your eyes, frowning at the darkness around you. Your room was never dark and you remembered perfectly well leaving the hall light on. Now that you thought about it, you went to sleep a few hours ago. Why weren't you in bed? Or better yet, where were you?

"Forgive me"

The voice sounded a little louder this time, though it was still a whisper. You turned around, following it in the dark. You knew who it was, but the pain you heard didn’t match the image you had of her.

"Aggie?" you whispered when you saw a figure in front of you.

The witch turned to look at you and you gasped, taking a step back. She was crying, and her eyes were filled with pain and remorse. This was not your Agatha, this was a broken woman.

"I'm sorry" she whispered. "Forgive my big mistake"

You tried to get closer to her, but it seemed like there was an invisible barrier between you two.

"Aggie" you said "what's going on?"

The witch just looked at you sadly as she moved her hands and various images began to appear around you. You saw everything, from the night she left, promising to return, to her arrival in a small town, the way she pretended to be Wanda's friend, how she sabotaged various things to further destabilize her, how she killed a dog, kidnapped some children and fought the Scarlet Witch. You saw how she tried to steal the chaos magic. You saw her losing.

You gasped when the scene of her punishment played out in front of you. Wanda had condemned her to the same torture that the town's residents had suffered, she had trapped her in the role she had chosen. Agnes.

"Aggs-"

"I don't have much time" she interrupted. "I managed to break one of the seals, just so I could see you, even if it's this way"

Then you got it. You were on a different plane. Your mind connected to hers, but your bodies thousands of miles apart. That is why there was a barrier between you.

"Tell me what to do" you said "W-where are you?! I'll get you out of there" you promised.

Agatha smiled sadly at you and shook her head. You felt your stomach churn as more tears fell down her cheeks.

"Forget me" she told you.

You froze.

"wh-what?" you whispered, fear spreading through your chest.

"Forget me" she repeated "you have to move on"

"What are you talking about?" you said, getting as close to the wall as you could.

"You were right. I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have wanted more power ... I shouldn't have left you" she cried

"Don’t worry. We can fix this" you smiled at her, even though you could already feel your tears as well.

"I'm afraid there's no way to fix it" she said "I won't be coming home this time, love" her eyes were full of guilt

"No, don't say that" you begged, as tears began to spill onto your cheeks.

"Go on without me" she whispered.

"No" you said firmly "I won't leave you"

"You have to" she pleaded "Forget me. I wish the best for you, find someone who loves you as much as I do, I hope that love and luck will follow you wherever you are"

“NO” you yelled “Tell me where you are, Agatha, tell me what to do! Tell me how to help you! And stop this nonsense!” you demanded

"Go on without me" she said again.

"I can't" you said "Y-you, you promised that you would come back. You said that when you came back you would teach me magic. You said that you would make me part of your world. You promised Harkness, you fucking promised!"

"My world is not that beautiful, and you already see it, Y/N" she said, pointing to the frozen images around you "You have to run away from it before you get hurt"

"I don't care! You promised we would be together!"

You were hurt and angry. But more than anything, scared. Scared because she wasn't fighting, because she wasn't trying to break Wanda's spell, not beyond what she had already done to contact you.

"This is my fault, right?" you fell to your knees "I wasn't enough for you ..." Out of the corner of your eye you saw Agatha kneel in front of you on the other side of the barrier.

"No honey" she said she "you were more than I deserved"

"Then why do you want this?" you asked

"Because it's not your fault that everything turns out the other way around for me, Y/N" she sobbed "I know you are not happy. It is not fair that you pay for my mistakes, love"

You looked at her through your tears and wished you could hug her, kiss her. Feel her.

"I was happy Agatha" you said

"And you'll be again once you forget me" she said, but you weren't having it.

"I was happy before you left" you almost screamed "I was happy when I woke up with you, when you kissed me, when you took me by the hand, when you patiently explained your magic to me. You make me happy"

The witch just looked at you and sobbed even louder. This was too hard for her, she hated seeing you like this and she hated that it was her fault, that she was hurting you. For a moment, she was tempted to change her mind, but she had made up her mind. You deserved better.

"Fight" you said "fight. You can stop this, you already broke one of the seals, you can break the rest. I know you can Aggie, please" you begged.

Agatha knew you were right. She was powerful enough to break the seals that held her prisoner in her own mind. It would take her time, months, maybe even years, but she could do it. But she was sure that you would wait for her as long as it took. And that was exactly what she didn't want. She didn't want to stop you, she didn't want to steal more time from you. She wanted you to move on, to live, to be happy even if she was not by your side.

And she was tired. Very tired.

"From fighting without succeeding now my feet have gotten tired, love" she told you, asking for your forgiveness with her eyes.

"Please" you whispered, but she shook her head.

"Go on without me" she said for the third time "from here I will ask that your life go better"

"No" you sobbed "I don't know how to live without you, Aggie" you confessed

"You will learn" she assured you "you will find someone else who will teach you to do it"

"I don't want someone else!" you screamed

"Love, please. I don't want you to get hurt" she sniffed, resting a hand on the barrier that separated you.

"And what do you think you're doing right now, Harkness?!" you growled "You say you don't want to hurt me, but you're sticking daggers in my chest! You say it wasn't your intention, that you want me to move on, well you would have thought about it when you looked at me with that damn smile that made me tremble, or before you stole the kiss that made me feel like I was something special "You hit the wall hard, scaring her" You didn't want to hurt me, you wanted to kill me! "

Agatha felt her heart break even more with every word that came out of your mouth. She wanted to hug you, kiss you, tell you that you were special, that she loved you. But someday you would thank her for this, even if you couldn't remember her.

"You have to understand" she whispered "You already suffered with me, you only deserve love from now on"

"Tell me who gave you the right to want to save me" You screamed, looking into her eyes "You couldn't hurt me more than this" you whispered, feeling the anger move away and transform into pure sadness "if I'm with you it's because I want to be, Agatha"

The witch couldn't hold your gaze and with a wave of her hand, the barrier disappeared. You gasped when you almost fell on your face, but she managed to catch you. No, no, no ... she could control it?! She could let you kiss her, hug her, and she hadn't done it before?!

But she was doing it now.

Agatha lifted your chin and kissed you firmly, erasing the anger you had and, for a moment, the sadness as well. That kiss gave you hope, that she had reconsidered, that she was going to keep her promise and come back to you.

The witch tried to put all of her emotions into the kiss. She wanted you to know that she loved you, that you had always been the best thing life gave her and that she would do anything for you. Anything.

Even let you go.

You gasped as you felt her vanish in your arms. You were waking up.

"No, no, Agatha, no, don't do this to me" you begged her, scared. You tried to hold on to her, but you were losing her.

"You have to live" she whispered, giving you one last kiss

"No! Agatha, please!" you screamed, everything around you was fading fast. You looked at her while she smiled sadly at you "... I love you" you whispered

"I love you too" she said before disappearing.

_________

You gasped when you woke up. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away with your hand. You looked at it, confused.

"How weird" you said "I must have had a bad dream"

Although you weren't really sure what you had dreamed of, you couldn't remember it. But it wasn't strange, was it? People often forget their dreams.

You shrugged as you fell asleep again. You didn't feel the engagement ring disappear from your finger.

____________

Meanwhile, somewhere in an abandoned town, a woman smiled as she removed a ring from her finger. She wasn't sure where it was from, but she did know that she didn't need it anymore. She kept it in a box that she left to the bottom of a forgotten drawer.

She paid no attention to the tear that rolled down her cheek. She had been crying a lot, she realized. It must be the allergies.

____________

Agatha sighed and whispered, knowing that no one would listen to her. Not Agnes, not you.

"Meanwhile, here I will cry with my mistake"

[cyhyr]

The Eighth Day of Whumpmas:

Drugged

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: T

Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka

WC: ~2110

Warnings: Rape/Non-con (kind of)

Additional Tags: alcohol, past abuse, Consent King Kakashi, anxiety attack, realizations, married KakaIru

A/N: sorry this wasn't posted at my normal time. I got my kid her first dose of the Covid vaccine so tonight's been a bit hectic. If you know me and my writing, I'm sure you'll know exactly who the past abuser is. There is no actual non-con in this fic, but I'm tagging it to be safe!

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~

“‘To my dearest rival and the love of his life, with the hopes of many youthful years to come,’” Kakashi reads off the note attached to the bottle of wine left on his desk. He smiles and holds it up to Iruka, who smiles crookedly and crosses his arms. Kakashi continues, “It’s nice that Gai cared enough to drop something off while we were gone, ne?”

“Gai would have followed us to the coast if I hadn’t told him I wanted time alone with you,” Iruka says. “You’re very lucky to have such a great friend.”

Kakashi groans, but there’s no heat and honestly he’s smiling under his mask. “I know.” He tucks the bottle under his arm and quickly checks the rest of the notes left on his desk before determining that they all can wait until morning. When he’s officially back from vacation.

And gods what a vacation it was. The image of Iruka on the beach will never leave his mind, Sharingan or not. And if he just so happens to feel himself begin to forget, Iruka seemed to have enjoyed himself enough that convincing him to go back in another few years shouldn’t be difficult at all. Maybe they can shoot for a third honeymoon for their ten-year anniversary.

He offers his hand to Iruka and says, “Shall we go home?”

Iruka takes his hand, and only then does Kakashi notice the faintest tremor in his spouse’s arm. He cocks his head aside in question, but Iruka laughs and huddles in close. “Sorry, I’m just a bit chilly. I got too used to the warmth of the coast, I think.”

Kakashi wraps his arm around Iruka’s waist and pulls him tight to his side. They start walking. “Then let’s go home and I can warm you up, hmm?”

Iruka chuckles and leans in to kiss his cheek, just above his mask. Then he glances down at the bottle of wine in his arm and asks, “What’s the plan with that?”

He answers, “Well, I figure a glass or two of this and we’ll both be plenty warm. And Gai did get it for us to toast our anniversary, so I think we should take this last night of our vacation and toast away.”

Iruka nods and smiles at him, so it must be a good plan.

~

They’ve been together for seven years, married for five, and Iruka’s been very careful to avoid alcohol around Kakashi. Not that he can’t drink or that he doesn’t want to; but he remembers what happens when he drinks and that’s something that he never wants to experience with Kakashi. He always has water if they go to bars with their friends, or a soda at restaurants—he even convinced Kakashi to agree to a dry wedding, just so that he didn’t have to explain to anyone else why he wasn’t sharing a dish of sake with his new spouse on their first day as a married couple.

But he’s not sure he can talk his way out of this one. Maybe he can postpone the inevitable, but someday soon Kakashi will break out this wine and pour them both a glass and Iruka—

He could say he doesn’t like alcohol. But he doesn’t want to lie to Kakashi; he does like it, he just doesn’t like what tends to happen after a couple of drinks.

Iruka follows Kakashi through the genkan and into the kitchen, and stands by as he pours them both a glass. Kakashi hands him one, pulls down his mask, and says, “As Gai said, to the love of my life; may we have many more celebrations just like this one.”

He lifts his glass and Iruka feels his face flush a little as he also lifts his glass and then they both drink and—

Look, he knows Gai would never try to drug either of them. And he knows that Kakashi would never purposely get him drunk just to… But that doesn’t change how the alcohol burns down his throat and curdles in his stomach and he’s suddenly feeling unwell. He takes another drink, and another, until the glass is gone and he sets it down empty on the kitchen counter. It was good, but one glass is enough.

Kakashi smirks over the rim of his glass. “That was fast. Still trying to warm up?”

Iruka tries to smile and hopes his nerves don’t come across. Kakashi reaches for the bottle and pours him another half glass.

“Oh, really, one’s enough.”

“Are you sure? You’re not going back to work for another three days,” Kakashi says.

And… he’s right, while Kakashi needs to return to being the village leader tomorrow, Iruka doesn’t return to the Academy for another few days. He… he could have one more.

So they get to talking about their future, and the future of the village, and this and that and all sorts of things. And the second glass turns into three—four—and then the bottle’s empty. He whines a little, watching Kakashi put the empty bottle into the recycling bin.

His stomach hurts. He knows he’s drunk, and he hasn’t felt this way since he was a teenager making bad decisions with—

He reaches out and takes Kakashi’s hands, falls lips first into Kakashi’s face, and feels his spouse chuckle as they begin to kiss clumsily. Iruka starts trying to step backwards, drawing Kakashi with him, knowing that the next place they need to go is the bedroom. Because that’s what always happens next. First he drinks, and then he gets fucked.

“Slow down, love,” Kakashi laughs. “You’ll trip.”

“Don’t care,” Iruka nips Kakashi’s lip. “Want you.”

He brings Kakashi into the bedroom and pushes him to sit on the edge of the bed.

~

Kakashi leers as Iruka steps in-between his spread legs and ducks down to kiss him some more. His spouse is sexy, and he’s very clearly wanting; however, while he’s okay with looking, and even though he and Iruka have a standing statement of consent, right now Iruka’s drunk and can’t consent. So Kakashi keeps his hands on Iruka’s waist and accepts his kisses and knows that this is as far as he’s going to let this go.

Iruka stops kissing him, whining, and says, “Why aren’t you touching me?”

He strokes his palms up and down Iruka’s sides. “I am touching you.”

“You don’t—that’s not.” He groans, clearly frustrated, and Kakashi laughs. He tries to pull Iruka back in for more kisses, but his spouse steps back and reaches for the hem of his shirt.

He looks on hungrily as Iruka’s chest is bared for him and thinks: gods, he’s so lucky Iruka chose him.

“I need you,” Iruka says, unbuttoning his pants and starting to slide them down his legs, “to fuck me.”

Kakashi’s mouth dries out as he watches more and more skin be revealed. Like they were back to being newlyweds. But there’s a line here between assumption of spousal consent and alcohol-influenced rape and he’s not going anywhere near that line. So he tamps down on his own arousal and looks up at Iruka, holds up a hand and says, “Not tonight, Love. Let’s sleep this off and see how we’re feeling in the morning.”

But Iruka. He very nearly looks close to tears, hearing that. He shakes his head, screws up his face and says, “No, please, you have to fuck me. Please, I’ll—anything, please. Just put me on my knees and take me.”

Kakashi swallows hard and presses the heel of his hand into his crotch because damn he loves it when Iruka starts begging. They’ve played this game before and it never fails to turn him on.

But… but something’s not quite right. He can’t put his finger on it, but somethings—

Iruka slips down to his knees and slides back between Kakashi’s legs, looking up at him through his lashes and says, “Please, please, I’ll be good,” as he starts fumbling with Kakashi’s pants. He’s struck dumb and still as Iruka fishes his dick out and continues, “I’ll hold myself open if you want, I’ll choke on your dick, I’ll take you dry, just please fuck me.”

There.

That’s not Iruka.

Kakashi takes his wrists and pulls his hands away from his crotch. He holds both Iruka’s wrists with one hand and uses the other to tip his chin up to look at him. “Stop, Iruka. What are you doing?”

There’s a sheen of sweat shining on his forehead, and they didn’t drink enough for him to sweat but Iruka’s voice hitches and his eyes start watering as he repeats himself, saying, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Kakashi lowers himself to the floor so he’s eye-level with Iruka, and cups his face with both hands. Iruka’s own hands drop to his lap; as long as he doesn’t start trying to touch Kakashi again, they’re fine. “What’s going on?” he mutters, trying so hard to keep his own voice steady. Gai didn’t poison the wine—Kakashi didn’t drink as much as Iruka did, but he trusts Gai. With his and Iruka’s life. But this abrupt change in Iruka is scaring him, as he glances between each of Iruka’s eyes trying to implore his spouse to talk to him.

Iruka’s holding back tears and his breath starts coming fast and uneven; and even if he hadn’t ever experienced an anxiety attack on his own he’d know what was happening. He brings Iruka’s face to his own, kisses his forehead, nuzzles their noses together, and asks once more, “Love? What’s going on?”

Iruka starts shaking and Kakashi shifts his hold from his face to his shoulders, to his arms.

“This isn’t. This.” His voice hitches on a swallowed sob. “I thought you wanted me.”

“Love, I do. I love you, I always want you—but not when you’re drunk. Your consent is the sexiest thing you give to me, and you can’t—”

“No, no, nonono,” Iruka reaches up and presses his fingers into his temple. “This isn’t right, something’s not—why won’t you fuck me, please, I’ll be good.”

Kakashi reaches behind himself with one hand and pulls down the coverlet, wrapping it around Iruka’s shoulders. He pulls Iruka to his chest and rocks them side-to-side, making gentle shushing noises. “You’re okay. I know you’re good, you’re always good for me, love. But I’m not—not tonight. You’re always safe with me, I promise. But I don’t want this tonight.”

He babbles on and on, trying desperately to reassure Iruka that they’re not going to have sex tonight and that it’s okay. All the while Iruka cries against his shoulder, shaking and sobbing through his anxiety attack and scrambling to be as close as possible to Kakashi. He doesn’t stop Iruka from seeking out this kind of touch, as he holds him tighter and kisses his hair, his temple, his brow. Iruka eventually cries himself asleep, and Kakashi ensures that he’s wrapped up snuggly before he picks Iruka up and puts him to bed.

Normally, this would be when he would strip down, too, and lay beside Iruka to hold him until morning, but now he’s unsure if he even should. Instead he kneels beside the bed and brushes his fingers through Iruka’s hair and smoothes his thumb across the frown lines on his face. He does this until he’s sure that Iruka’s in a deep sleep, and then goes out into the kitchen.

There’s a small cabinet of alcohol, and he empties it. There’s not much, and he realizes now that they’re all bottles Kakashi himself had bought and drank from. How did he get seven years into this relationship and only now realize that Iruka’s never drank around him before? He pours out each bottle and watches it all flow down the drain.

This night won’t ever happen again. If this is how Iruka gets when he’s drunk, then Kakashi will help him remain sober for the rest of their lives.

When he’s done, he returns to the bedroom and sits down on the floor beside the bed. He’ll stay up all night, just in case Iruka wakes and is still…

But then fingertips brush his shoulder and the back of his neck and he looks back at Iruka—he’s still asleep, but his face is furrowed like he’s worried. Then Iruka lightly twists his fingers in Kakashi’s hair and his face relaxes and he sighs in his sleep. Kakashi smiles, his heart aching. He won’t touch Iruka again tonight, but maybe… maybe he can just hold his hand. Just until morning.

He takes his hand and smiles at Iruka’s unconscious, happy hum.

[stargaze-issei]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟽; ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ sᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

-> semi eita.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; post timeskip!semi begins to have feelings for his neighbour, a skillful drummer.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; a few curse words, mentions of alcohol.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.5k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff.

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opportunities didn't lack in tokyo, it was so overwhelming that you didn't know where to start looking. back in you little town there was no such a thing as unknown, you were well aware of all the possible paths you could take back there, which led to you leaving searching for new experiences. your family was against it, to say the least, they saw you as a little girl who needed to be protected, who would protect you when you were far away from them? but your mind was set, so you packed your clothes, your drums would have to wait a bit until you found a steady place, put some things in boxes, and spent as much as you could in a somewhat nice apartment in the middle of tokyo. 

since then had been two months, and finally, your precious musical instrument were about to arrive. just as you thought about it, the doorbell rang. you jumped from your place, thrilled to see you most beloved belongins, only to find your neighbour, who seemed to have had an intense night. 

"don't look so sad to see me, angel" he greeted, gaining a smirk from you. once you grew familiar with his messy looks and flirting way of being, he turned out to be a really nice person.

"do you need an aspirin, semi?" you ignored his words, moving aside to let him in "aren't you something from the goverment? are you even allowed to party like that?"

"too many questions and no aspirins, y/n" he had this habit of visiting your place, despite never letting you into his home. you stuck you tongue out, making him laugh a little, before going to get medicine "and i just stayed up late with the band, the drummer left and we have shows coming up" you could feel the tiredness in his voice even from rooms appart.

"i'm sure you'll find someone" you tried cheering him when handling the promised pill, he just smiled before taking it without water "you're going to choke" 

"you worry about me?" 

"i don't want your dead body on my carpet, there's a difference" he winked at you, like you had said the complete opposite.

with semi that's how it worked, you'd be lying if you said you had never taken his constant flirting a little too serious, maybe hoping such a handsome man would be interested in you, but you knew there was nothing else than his personality. still, he had a way to make you feel comfortable, being the first person to gain your trust in less than two months. sometimes you'd hang with people from work, or others musician you had known along the weeks, but they didn't make you feel the way semi did. 

"okay, princess, imma get going, i have to finish some papers for work" he got up, arranging his clothes "unless you wanna do something else" his tone indicating what kind of activities he referred to made you giggle.

"go work, i won't take you in if you get fired" between other jokes from both, he finally left your appartment. 

you were left with a fuzzy feeling in your stomach and a not so subtle blush in your skin, damn be semi and his easyness to make you feel weird. 

a few hours passed until your bell rang again, this time being what you were so desperately expecting. it took you less than half an hour to set your drums in the almost empty living room,  you chekced the time at your phone, the ladowner had said you could be as loud as you wanted before eleven p.m. on work nights, in the bulding were mainly musicians, so it wasn't weird to hear a trumpet at breakfast, followed by a loud electric guitar and a hundred other things. 

your hands moved on their own when they held the drumstick, letting all the emotions you had been bottling up the last couple of months. the sound drowning your ears, nothing else mattered there. a few apartments away, semi caught on a different sound, a sound he hadn't heard before in the building. someone was playing drums, but to say they were playing them didn't feel right, it was something else. he could feels this person's feelings, exactly what they were trying to pour into each hit, none of his past drummers had made him feel that way. 

he got up of his couch, leaving his laptop by his side, ready to follow the sound to its source. whoever was playing had to be a professional, maybe he could make them join his band, he sure hope he could. with that sound, there were few things his group couldn't achieve. 

there must be something wrong, he thought, because you didn't play drums, and somehow the sound came from inside your apartment, were you playing a record? no, he could feel the vibrations through the door, there was an actual person playing actual drums. how could it be? he had been there two hours ago, he knew how small the rooms were, the only place you could fit something as big was the living room, but there was nothing. had he been too focused looking at you that he didn't notice it? it wasn't his fault, you were wearing home clothes, he always loved how pretty you looked on those.

semi knocked on the door only to feel stupid after, there was no way you'd hear him with all that noise. he started to look for the spare key you hid under the rug, getting his fingers all dusty before finding it. what he saw when he opened the door took away all the words from his mouth. your eyes were closed, little hints of sweat covered you face and neck, while your hands and feet move frenetically making and incredible harmonic melody.

when you opened your eyes, semi was standing in front of you, mouth half-opened. you, by instinct, threw a drumstick towards him, who on earth enters another person's apartment without even having a key? you just don't do that on a woman, for god's sake.

"what the fuck are you doing!?"

"don't throw a fucking stick at me!" 

"don't do... that! fuck!"

"you never said you played drums!"

"you never asked!"

"stop yelling at me!" 

"i'm sorry!"

both stared at each other, silent for a moment, before bursting into laugh. you went to hug him, excusing a meeting, and he happily accepted between his arms. he sat in the island of the kitchen, while you headed to get a beer for both. semi was smiling, sort of proud of the made discovery, but totally forgetting what he wanted to ask you.

"you're really good" said the singer after a while.

"i hope i am, i've been playing since i was ten" his eyes opened in shock, drinking from his bottle, that was quite a long time. 

the sweat from before still stained your skin, and the sun from the window made you look like you were shining. you took a zip of beer, and he actually thought on getting over his insecurity and just go kiss you.

semi saw you the day you moved in for the first time, struggling with carrying two boxes at the same time. he offered you help, not because he instantly fell in love with you, he was just feeling kind. you, at the beginning, had been reluctant to letting an strange man into you apartment, but to leave your things outside in the open, like waiting for someone to steal so little you had, was bigger than anything. you were surprised by how nice semi was, despite of his look of a homeless musician, which he kind of was. after that, he would invite you to his rehearsals, or accompany you to do groceries, found any excuse to be near you. 

he thought to be around you was better than being alone in his house, stressing over idiotic details, with you, he felt calmer, like back in his highschool days, when everything was within the reach of his hands. yeah, he had come to the conclusion he felt a lot of things towards you, still rejecting the word love. 

"i- you- um, band?" the lack of connectors in his so called sentence made you grin, "would you like to play with us?" he finally asked, looking at the floor, suddenly flustered.

playing with semi was something you had thought about a lot, his voice was so angelic, your mind often wondered on which tunes could go along with it, with which guitar tone.

"oh, uh, yeah, i would" his smile grew wider, unconsciously realizing how much time together you would spend.

"maybe we could go on a date, someday, um, if you want to" it was cute to  see semi blushing, playing with his fingers, not being able to even look at you.

"i would like that too, semi" while you talked, he lifted his head to face you, his eyes shining in excitement, had you really said yes?

semi stayed at your place that day, talking, getting to know you, drinking beer. he thought you were so interesting, he could have stayed listening to your for even more hours. you were excited to let semi into your life, and semi was more than eager to feel a part to you.

⌙ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🥳

[chalkboardgirl15]

-Read the signs-

Scott (Daisy)   x Female reader

Spooky Kids era

Synopsis: In the middle of summer, you and your friends are trapped in your hometown and spend time hanging out or terrorizing your neighborhood. One of so many days of mischief ends differently than the others when you and Scott discover that you both have felt the same attraction to each other for all this time.

Tags: @antichrist-super-stoned

Also i thought you would like to read this @gxth-bxby @v-crow666

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It's almost 5pm. You get to your friend Brian's house and park your car in the driveway, you can see his mother, Barbara, hanging out the washing. You get down of your car and walk towards her.

-Hi, Mrs. Warner

-Oh, hello (y / n). How are you, darling?- She says with a tender voice

-I'm fine thanks. Is Brian home?

-Oh yes. He is in his room with Scott, you can go in

-Thanks- you answer with a smile and head inside.

As you were passing the living room you could see Mr. Warner sitting on his couch, watching TV. You try to sneak to the stairs and run up to Brian's room, you know Mr. Warner's dirty jokes very well and you don't want to give him a chance to start one. So you walk really slowly, passing behind his old couch

-(y/n)!- He screams with a joyful voice (but almost fake, for some reason). 

-Fuck, how does he do that?- you say under your breath -Um, Hi, Mr. Warner. I came to see Brian

-Why don't you come and sit here with me? Those boys surely are just fooling around up there

-Well I better go stop them- You say with a nervous tone and rush up the stairs

You walk towards Brian's room, and since you know Scott is also there, you fix your hair on one of the mirrors hanging on the wall.

You stand at the door of the room, Scott is sitting on a chair and in front of him he has his 4-track recorder that his parents gave him on his birthday, Brian is sitting on his bed and holds a small microphone between his hands; they are both laughing as Brian sings a kind of rap that talks about tuna sandwiches and a girl with hairy legs.

-What the fuck are you guys doing? - You say with a laugh.

Scott looks at you and controlling his laughter he puts his finger across his lips -Shh- Brian continues with the song but he can’t contain himself and bursts out laughing. 

Scott stops recording.

-I’m sorry, man. I couldn’t handle it - Brian says, trying to recover his breath

-Don’t worry, it’s a good start. But we have to record the full version someday

You walk into the room and drop onto the bed, right next to Brian

-Your father was right about you two just fooling around- you say with a sigh

-Fooling around?! We were just recording our first complete song!-  Scott is offended by your words

-No, she’s right.- Brian slides down onto the bed and sighs as he puts his hands over his face -This summer sucks!- he growls

-Sucks more than the weekend at my grandma’s- you giggle

-Oh, don’t remind me about that, a whole weekend looking only at Scott's face. At least when you are here we can pretend we are not looking at your tits

-Well I’m sorry for not having tits to entertain you with- Scott responds

-Yeah, you should be 

-Scott with tits. I would pay to see that- you and Brian snort a laugh and Scott rolls his eyes at you, then he proceeds to unplug his recorder. 

You stare at him as he gets down on one knee and tucks the wires into his bag, admiring his brown hair and round glasses. You've had a crush on him for quite some time now, and it seems to be getting stronger, but for some reason it's very difficult for you to approach him in any way other than joking. Not so with Brian, with whom you have spent some very intimate evenings, you find him attractive and the sex is incredible, but Scott has something different, he is not like the others and you love that.

Suddenly Mrs. Warner steps at the door of the room, holding her purse in her hands.

-Brian, darling, your father and I are going to run some errands. There's cereal in the pantry, be good kids

-Mom, I'm twenty- says Brian with an annoyed face

-Be a good twenty-year-old, then. I'll see y'all later- she kisses her hand waves it.

Brian stands off of the bed quickly.

-Man, I can't believe my parents leave the house more than us, it's fucking summer, we should be doing more than just staring at the wall

-We can watch tv, I think they were going to broadcast "the exorcist"- you propose

- "The exorcist" and a bowl of cereal seem like a good plan- says Scott excitedly

-But we can watch "the exorcist" and eat junk every other day. I want to do something different or I'm going to go crazy- Brian puts his hands to his head

-Then tell us your summer plan, Warner

-And I hope it's better than eating cereal or I'm going to be very pissed- Scott warns

-Ehrm, I don’t know. I can't think when I'm locked up here.

-Let's go outside then, I have the car- you show him your keys

-There we would have started, woman. Were you waiting for me to pull out my hair to tell me you have the car?

-You guys always tell me that my car is trash!

- (y / n), I am so desperate that right now your old car seems to me like the most wonderful vehicle in the world!

-Could it have nothing to do with the fact that you are not allowed to drive because you don't have a license and that my parents no longer lend me the car after I spent the night in jail for drunk driving?

-No, Scott. It has nothing to do with it. Now please shut up.- You and Scott look at eachother and laugh. He has such a beautiful smile and is not afraid to show it, he does not try to act tough like others,

-Okay, let's go then- you say as you get up from the bed

-Yes, finally some fresh air- Brian says raising his arms and going out the door

-Come on, Scott- you invite him with a smile

-I’m after you, sweetheart- you feel his words as heavy as his voice, chills run through your body and you turn your face trying not to blush

-Hurry up!- Brian shouts from outside the house

You three get in the car. Brian takes the whole  back seat for himself as usual, leaving Scott with the only option of going in the passenger seat. You always said you prefer it that way because, unlike Brian, Scott is quiet and doesn't distract you while driving, but the truth is that you like having him a few inches from you in that bench seat.

You  drove around the neighborhood for about half an hour, while Brian looked out the back window like a little boy pointing at things and people, and Scott hummed and tapped on his  thighs to the tune of the songs on the radio like "love me two times" by The doors. 

You try not to be very obvious while you turn to see him and when he realizes he just smiles at you and keeps singing. Hell, that smile could make you crash in a second.

But that's not what makes you slam on the brakes.

-Stop! - Brian shouts from the back seat -I know  what we gonna do- he says with a huge smile on his face as he points to the street name sign.

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-”Baked st”? - You say with a confused look. 

The three of you are standing in front of the sign Brian pointed out.

-Yeah! It's amazing, it would look great in my room!- says Brian

-Woah, are you suggesting we steal it? - Scott doesn't seem convinced by the idea.

-Yes! It's exactly what I'm suggesting

-That doesn't sound very legal, man.

-Yeah, Brian, there's still a lot of light, someone could see us- you point out

-Thank you, (y / n) - Scott is relieved that you're on his side

-You'll be the lookout, Scott- you say as you pat him on the shoulder 

-What?!

You and Brian laugh and bump fists.

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-We're gonna get caught. We're gonna get caught and we will be arrested. I will spend another night in jail. We should have stayed to eat cereal and watch tv- Scott mutters in a nervous voice from inside your car. He is sitting behind the wheel with the engine running, prepared to be the escape driver.

-Do you want to shut up? No one will catch us if you do your job as a lookout

-I always end up in trouble when I'm with you, Warner!

-Calm down, will you? Smoke a cigarette or something

-No! Not smoking in my car - you shout in a demanding voice -Calm down, Scott, nothing will happen

Brian kneels and you climb on his shoulders, so when he stands up you are at the exact height of the sign and you can remove it with the help of a screwdriver that you had in the trunk of your car.

-Brian, stay still, if you drop me I'll kill you

-Sorry, but the last time I carried you on my shoulders was that night when you forgot your keys and ended up with your dog biting my balls

-Haha! That's his way of saying he loves you!

-Whatever it was, since that day I can't stand being near a dog

-Don't be a crybaby ... oh, is that a doberman?

-Oh shit, where?! - Brian staggers with fear

You laugh out loud.

-That´s not funny!

-It was for me!- you're almost tearing with laughter

Scott rolls his eyes and sighs -Can you hurry? If you guys don't get in the car on time I won't mind leaving you behind

-But it's my car!

-Well ... maybe I'll wait for you- he gives you a small smile

- * cough * Get a room

-Shut up, Brian, or I'll drop this on your huge head

-Guys, I think someone’s coming ...- says Scott worried

-Calm down, I'm almost done, there's one last screw left- you say without taking much importance

-Oh oh, cop car. Guys, cop car!- Scott shouts through the window

-What?! - Brian screams

-GET-IN-THE-CAR!

-Done!- You say with a smile of triumph and  almost fall when Brian takes you off of his shoulders. 

You both rush to get into the car and Scott speeds in the opposite direction to the cops

Brian, as always in the back seat, looks through the window to make sure you were not seen and are not being followed, then he collapses into the seat and bursts out laughing.

You and Scott look into each other's eyes and laugh a little, then join Brian in his loud laugh.

-That was incredible, I think I peed in my pants- says Brian trying to catch his breath

-You almost threw me, man! - You shout from the passenger seat

- I'm sorry, I panicked!

-Scott, are you okay? Your hands are shaking- you ask

-I'm fine. I'm fine, don't worry- Scott can't erase from his face the big smile that has appeared as a result of the feeling of being almost caught.

You stare at him and you feel your heart pumping like crazy and you're not quite sure it's still due to the thrill of your successful robbery.

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The sun has already set, it is still a warm summer night. You drive through the neighborhood with the windows down letting in the cool wind, and with stupid smiles of satisfaction on your faces, without saying a word.

You go back to Brian's house and see his parents' car at the entrance.

"Shit, they're back," says Brian, rushing to open the car door and close it behind him, he leans against the driver's window to look at you both. 

-Come tomorrow and you will see this beauty hanging on the wall of my room. - He says holding the sign and then he enters his house, leaving you alone in the car with Scott.

There is an awkward silence for a few seconds after Brian is gone.

-Well, I think I should go home now- Scott puts his hand on the door handle, turns to you and looks at you over his glasses -It was a great afternoon, it wouldn't have been if you hadn't appeared- He gives you a last half smile -Well, good night (y/n), hope to see you tomorrow- he opens the door

-No, wait ... let me take you home

-Do you want to take me home?

-Of course, I'll let you drive - you say tapping the steering wheel

-You've convinced me!

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You really enjoy the drive to Scott's house, he just keeps making you laugh by telling you the story of the night he was arrested, making silly voices as he impersonates the cops who pulled him over.

And he takes advantage of the moment to do some other imitations of people you know, and cartoon characters. You just can't stop laughing.

When you are close to getting to Scott's house, he stops the car near an alley.

-I will stop here so my parents don't see us, if they find out that I've been driving they will kill me

-Oh yeah, no problem. That way you could also stay for a while to chat- you are really enjoying his company and you don't want to stop being by his side

-I guess I can, it's not my bedtime yet- You both laugh

-You're so funny

-"Oh, thank you, I appreciate it" -he says faking his voice like a talk show host, and you laugh again.

-Really, why have we never had these talks?

-What do you mean?

-Yes, you and I, we have never hang out together, why is that?

-Are you serious? I think the reason is pretty obvious

-It’s not so obvious for me. Why don’t you tell me?

-Well, it's because whenever we go out, I'm the first to be back home, whether you drop me or I leave so that you can, I don't know, take care of any "matter" you have

-What? What are you talking about? - You look at Scott with a confused expression

-Come on, you know what I'm talking about ... don't make me say it- he rolls his eyes and you look at him without being completely sure what he means

-You mean...?

-Um, yeah- he says raising his eyebrows. You drop your jaw

-He told you about that?!

-Of course he told me- he sighs with annoyance- you already know him

-When-when did he tell you?

-The weekend you were at your grandma's house ... I would like to say that he brought it up for conversation because he was bored and wanted us to talk about something but I know he likes to brag about those things

-I'm going to kill him- you say clenching your teeth

-No... I mean, you don’t have to, there’s no reason for you two to hide those things from me, if you feel something for each other, I..- 

-What? I don’t feel anything for Brian! It was just sex…

-”Just sex”? what does that even mean?- he chuckles and you cover your face with your hands

-I mean… Well, he’s attractive but he can also be a total asshole. And we had sex a couple of times but it’s not like… I don’t like him and I totally don’t “love” him

-It´s ok, I was just saying that if you were trying to have some kind of relationship… I'm ok with that

-Well you don’t need to ‘cause there’s no “relationship” nor will be. I only had sex with him because, well there aren't many guys available, you know? And apparently I'm too bad at letting the boys that I like know that ... I like them

-Really?- he arches his eyebrows

-Yeah, believe it or not- You say with sarcasm

-Well I think any guy you send a hint that you like him and if he doesn't get it then he's an idiot and you shouldn't be wasting your time with him

You snort a laugh 

-You think that?

-Totally. Of course.

You look at him and laugh

-What? What’s so funny?

-No, nothing- you stop laughing and look down, trying to avoid his gaze

-Really? Come on, we already discussed your stumbling  with Brian, that is surely the most embarrassing thing in your life, and now you are going to hide something from me and tell me that it's "nothing"? Come on, tell Dr. Love here

-Oh my god, don't call yourself Dr. Love! - You burst out laughing as you cover your face with your hands

-Ok, I will not. But come on, you were the one who  wanted us to talk, now talk- he bumps your shoulder

You take a long breath

-Is just that… I really don’t know how to tell you this. I got into this by myself and now I don't know how to get out- you laugh nervously

-You are scaring me. I'm not gonna let you drive me home again…

-It's that, when I was talking about the guys I like, I was ... really ... talking about you ...

Scott stares at you and is silent for a few seconds.

-I’m sorry, what?

You laugh again and avoid his gaze

- (y / n) I need you to repeat that, I think I did not hear you well

You raise your head and look at him with your eyes tearing a little

-I was talking about you, Scott. You are the guy that I like

Scott leans back and readjusts himself on the seat

-Wow, I wasn't expecting that

-Yeah, well …

You both remain silent, trying to assimilate what just happened. After a few seconds Scott takes a long breath, opens his mouth but he has trouble organizing his thoughts

-(y/n)? Can I...Can I ask you something?

-Yeah, of course

-And it’s ok if you don’t want to answer, I understand

-Okay…

-You say you like me ... but if that's the case, why have you been sleeping with Brian?

You sigh heavily

-Well, Scott, it's quite simple really. You see, it's because you are you, and I, well, I am me ...

-I'm not sure I understand that

-You're an amazing boy, Scott. You are kind, you are talented, you are intelligent, you are very funny without having to make fun of others

-And is that a bad thing?

-No! It is not at all!

-So? I don't understand

-It's that you're VERY good, Scott. So good that you deserve someone just as good as you ...

- Seriously?

-Seriously. And I deserve guys like Brian, I don't mean Brian is a bad guy but hey, you said it yourself, "we know how he is"

He throws his head back, looking at the roof of the car

-I guess I'm screwed, then ...

- Why do you say that?

He turns his head towards you, still leaning on the seat

-Because (y / n), during all this time, I have only been attracted to a one-single-girl

You notice his hand moving along the seat, getting closer and closer to yours. You can already feel it with the tips of your fingers, it's like an electric shock that runs through your entire arm. You look up and he's looking you in the eye.

-And that girl is you.

You feel your face turning completely red, your heart is racing, you are short of breath.

Time seems to move so slow.

-I think I'm having a heart attack- you say under your breath

- (y / n) Are you okay? - He gets closer and sits right next to you, his knee touches yours and he puts his hand on your shoulder. You have your eyes on the ground and your hair covers your face -I shouldn't have told you all that, I'm sorry- 

He leans in front of you and brushes your hair from your face with his fingers -It's just that we were being so sincere that I thought ... I don't know what I thought, I let myself go. Please look at me-.

You feel your body vibrating, trembling. The rhythm of your heart has not calmed down. And your mind is spinning.

You can see Scott's face out of the corner of your eye. You have never been so close, and you don’t know if this will be the only time. Your only chance.

- "Fuck it" - you say in your mind and raise your head. You both look into each other's eyes for a few seconds, you lean towards him and slowly seek his lips with yours. He doesn't move or say a word, just closes his eyes and receives the pleasing touch of your mouth.

His lips are so soft and sweet. Almost unreal.

Kissing him feels like an explosion inside your head, you can almost see the flashes. 

You take him by the back of his neck to bring him closer to you, you don't want a single space between your lips. He responds by putting his hand on your thigh, gently grabbing you, like trying to convince himself that you really are there.

The kiss begins to get more intense, you gently suck on his lips a little and you can feel the tip of his tongue touching you, but you know he is too shy to dare to do it. So you go and gently insert your tongue between his lips as you grab him by his shirt. He lets out a slight moan and reaches up to grab you firmly by the hip.

The feel of his hand grasping you feels so good that you tilt your head back and bite your lip. Scott can't take his gaze off of you, his breathing is fast, with his hand still on your hip, he pulls you towards him and makes you end up sitting on his lap.

You look him in the eye, he puts both hands on your hips and you give him a devilish smile to which he responds the same.

You run your hand over his chest. He looks at you with a smile and bites his lip. You lean over him and start kissing his neck, he raises his hands to your waist and his thumbs touch the bottom of your breasts. He moans a little and you pull back. Without taking your eyes off his, you take your hands to the end of your shirt and take it off. He stares, wordlessly, at your body, one of his hands goes up your belly and stops before touching your bra. He sees you again in the eyes and licks his lips, more than a look of desire, you can see tenderness on his face.

You put your arms behind your back and untie the clasp of the bra, gently lower the straps of each of your arms and drop it. He takes a deep breath and you bend down to kiss him again, pressing your lips firmly against his.

He moves his hands forward slowly, his fingertips running up your bare back giving you chills and making you shiver, and that's where he tucks his tongue into your mouth and gently grips your breast with one of his hands.

You moan and you can feel the warmth between his legs, so you bring one of your hands to his waist, raise his shirt with your index finger, and play a little with his belt before you unbuckle it. He rushes in and helps you take his pants down to his knees. You bite your lip and run one hand over his underwear. He is hard. 

You start moving your hand up and down over his clothing. He lets out a groan, closes his eyes, and tilts his head back.You give him a sloppy kiss while still stroking him. Scott puts his hand on your lower back while moaning. You stop kissing him and pull back. 

-You want me to…?- You say as you put your hands over the buttons of your trousers

-Please…- he says under his breath

You start unbuttoning them and he pulls them down, leaving you only in your panties.

He runs the tip of his index through the line of cloth that passes just below your belly, you take his entire hand and lead him inside.

 He gasps, he feels a little scared but much more curious to feel your body, so he works his way down with his fingers and touches you gently. You groan and start to feel more and more wet as his fingers get inside of you, you can't control it. You start pulling down his underwear and he takes his hands off of you. You take his bulge with your hand and stroke it making him close his eyes again. You take off your panties and get closer to him, sitting on his lap. He puts his arms around you, down your lower back, and kisses you.

-I guess today we will only do illegal things

-Does that bothers you?- you answer with a seductive voice

-Not at all- he smirks

You bring one of your hands behind you and between your legs, take hiss length with your fingers, positioning it just below you and slowly insert it into yourself. You push your hips down to get him fully inside.

You both moan loudly with pleasure. Scott has a huge smile drawn on his face. You put your hands on his shoulders and start moving your hips up and down, you can feel how he tightens you with his arms and he starts to thrust himself against you, faster and with more force than you were doing. You squeeze his shoulders and dig your nails into them a little. His body slams against yours, you can feel him getting  out completely and back in with ease. Your legs start shaking, you can feel that you are very close, you don't want this moment to end but you are about to, so you kiss him one last time and feel his deep breathing on your lips. You arch your back and press your lips together tightly to contain your loud moan of exasperation. Scott growls and you feel a wetness running down your thigh. 

You drop your body onto Scott's. Your head rests on his shoulder and he lovingly caresses your back. He looks at you and approaches to give you a tender kiss, at the end of which he smiles.

You remain silent for a while, for the moment you do not have much to say, the contact of your bodies shows your feelings.

Scott puts his hand on your head and brushes your hair from your face.

-You know? I feel very lucky today- he says

-Yes?

-Totally. I did a lot of things today that I never imagined ... like running away from the police

You laugh a little

-No, seriously, I feel very lucky, and I don't want to abuse that fortune, but if I don't do this I think I won't be able to forgive myself

-What happens?

- (y / n) Would you go out with me someday?

You blush and hide your face on his shoulder

-Of course I will go out with you

[unsatisfied-dreamer]

Starlit Nights

A scenario of going out to a theme park and you aren't a fan of height but you didn't tell him. This is a bit of a romance comedy and comfort type short story with my Bias Kim Byeongkwan. I hope you enjoy it and find good and supportive relationships. <3

Byeongkwan told you to wait by the entrance gate because he already bought the tickets for today. You hope he doesn't feel too bad because you actually arrived early and he doesn't like to make you wait. Smiling to yourself he was a thoughtful gentlemen through and through. While you waited your eyes drifted up to the sky even with the lights from the park entrance the stars were so bright and could be seen. A voice that always fills your chest with warmth butterflies calls out your name. There in front of you was someone who shined brighter than any star. Your face widen into a smile seeing his smiling face and eyes shimmer with life. "Hi Byeongi~" You held your arms out as he ran to you scooping you and spinning you. As you wrapped your arms around his neck and he held onto your waist. Laughing as you both kept spinning. "Okay Kwanie can you please put me down? We're going to be spinning enough later better save up our endurance." Byeongkwan looks up at you with his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "Fine I guess I have to put you down... after one last spin." True to his word he spun you one last final time. When your feet final met the ground again he kept your waists together looking into your eyes. You reached up to cup his face in both your hand a pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. Which he returned and then kissed your forehead stepping away but not before he grabbed your hand. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand for the tickets. "Let's get it!" You rolled your eyes laughing. "Where did you learn that? You even have me saying it now." "Come on if we don't get in there we will miss out on park time." Walking side by side. He handed the tickets to the male park attendant. After a quick thank you it was time to carry out the strategy you both planned out over chat. The one thing you were nervous about was the one ride near the end of the night. Sure rollercoasters with death drops were fine and haunted houses. Heck, even bungee jumping was alright with you. However Byeongkwan was so excited to go on the massive Ferris wheel with you that you didn't have the heart to tell him that it terrified you. All the things you weren't afraid of didn't matter. You couldn't stand disappointing your lovely and thoughtful boyfriend. If he knew of course he'd take it off the list. There was a little tug on your hand that brought your thoughts back to the moment. First up was one of your picks since he insisted "Ladies first~". The excitement of the music and crowd got you as you practically dragged him behind you. All the while he eyes grew softer as he watched how happy and carefree you were here. Normally you were pretty playful but somedays you were really weighed down with things on your plate and he wanted nothing but to take it away but he knew there was a limit. So moments like this he could help you be bursting with happiness were everything. You had become his world. You were the person who held him tightly and dearly the first time you saw his resolute and cheerful exterior crumble. No judgement in your eyes. You he was still that cheerful bright person but you understood there was sadness and a lot of pressure that could make him sad and anxious. In that way you were similar. The next day after that you were waiting beside the bed with chin on the edge next to him as he woke up. "Hey beautiful boy. I love you. More than you know. I'm glad you felt safe enough to show me how you were feeling. Byeongi, you always try so hard to give to everyone else. It's okay to take a little more than you do." With that you leaned forward and kissed both his eye lids. Still swollen from where he had cried. "Now get on out here and eat. I made my secret French toast and a mountain of bacon and eggs." With that you walked out the door turning around to smile at him. In the corner of the room was the shirt you had worn last night he soaked with tears tossed into the laundry basket.

Those memoires made it feel like he owed you. Even if you always argued he did more for you. There you sat kicking your feet next to him having the time of your life. As you both comped away on a strawberry funnel cake. Small waves of heat weaving into the air as the night got cooler. Pieces of your hair sticking up here and there looking a mess. Byeongkwan reached out and smoothed what he could. You froze for a second looked up at him through your bangs. Pulling a piece of the funnel cake off he bopped it on your nose covering it powdered sugar. "Hey!" He couldn't stop laughing and his laugh was contagious that you couldn't stay annoyed at him and began laughing with him. While he was distracted you pulled off a piece too and bopped his mouth with it. Leaving his lips covered in powered sugar. While he was laughing and distracted you dove in kissed him. After pulling back you giggled at his startled expression. "There now we're even and how else could I get all the sugar off?" Looking at you he saw you'd gotten some sugar on the corner of your mouth and brushed it off for you with his thumb. Most guys weren't nearly this fun and could relax. You really were luck and blessed to have him. It was like God gave you exactly what you had hoped for and more when you found him. The night was growing deeper. The next ride was a haunted house. Both of you had a small hobby of watching Horror movies so this was going to be one of the highlights. It was a ride through one. The story of the ride was that during a great fire. Everyone else of the great estate escaped except for Mildred. The head of staff. Not noticing sweet Mildred hadn't made it out she burned along with the great mansion. Some years pass and on nights under the full moon the mansion appears. You have to avoid Mildred or she will catch you and make you be one of the staff for eternity. Her face is said to be so burned there is no skin left. It made Byeongkwan and yours skin crawl. The creepier the better. You made it through most the ride laughing and enjoying. Except for when it sounded like the floor was breaking the cart fell down onto a track underneath. Afterwards both your hair a mess. You laughed at each other for both screaming like babies. Reenacting how high pitched you were. Byeongkwan made fun of you for screaming "Did you hear yourself it was hysterical." "Big talk for someone who screeched like a banshee." It was well down to the last thing on the list. Byeongkwan pushed you along from behind bouncing on his feet. He was so excited eyes shinning. Ready to ride the Ferris wheel like many of the other couples in line. He had looked up this park on line and couples raved about how romantic and beautiful the view was. You did your best to not think about your fears and smile along with him. Hoping your boyfriend won't notice any change in your behavior. The thing is he's really good on picking up changes in moods. As you got closer the more nervous you felt. Eventually you decided the best thing to do was lean onto Byeongkwan and play it off as you wanting to cuddle. Which you did it was the only thing keeping you from running. It was unfortunately your turn now. "Let's go it's our turn come one Y/N~ I'm so excited." Forcing a smile you followed behind him into the open sided car. It wasn't so bad till the wheel started to move and the car swung slightly side to side. Your started to go rigid. Thankfully ByeongKwan was looking at the view. "Oh my gosh, you gotta look at the view it's amazing~ Y/N?"

It was then he realized that something was wrong. You were frozen stiff and your eyes were shaking. You were afraid. He'd rarely seen it but he knew. Why hadn't he picked up on it sooner. He began to feel terrible. Why didn't she say something, why didn't he notice. "Y/n you're scared aren't you?" He stopped to sigh and shake his head, "Why didn't you say so. It started in line didn't it? I took it as you being tired." Within in seconds your effort to not cry shook you. Tears in your eyes hating the fear you had because it was stupid. Slamming your eyes shut you started to speak in a wobbling voice. "I'm sorry I know it's stupid but this is the one thing here that scares me... and... and..." Byeongkwan slide closer to you and pulled your hands into his lap rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. "Hey, you shouldn't have to be ashamed you're scared. Even if you think it's stupid. Look at me." You pried your eyes open as the tears threatened to fall. "We're you trying to impress me or something? I don't think you weak or anything. So why? Talk to me please Y/n." He had his lip stuck out in a pout which he knew would normally always get you give up information. Your throat burned and as you opened you mouth tears started rolling down your cheeks. "Hey hey Y/n. Calm down and breathe first." Leading you through a few breaths. "Byeongi you were so excited to ride this together. It was the one thing you insisted on doing and I didn't want to... to... say no and make you disappointed." Now with you chin pointed down Byeongkwan had to lean down to peer into your eyes. He gently held your face tilting it up and brushing the tears away with his fingers. "Keep that up and your makeup is going to run." He said hoping to get a laugh out of you. All he got was a sad half laugh. As a few more stray tears rolled down. He looked sadly at you for a moment. His eyes were deep and dull as he felt his heart ache thinking how upset you must to be acting so unlike yourself. "Hey, please promise me this won't happen again. You'll tell me so you don't put yourself in distress for me. I only chose this because I was so happy about seeing you up here eyes all bright and smiling and we could be alone for a little here at the park. But that back fired huh? You wouldn't disappointed me by saying no. Okay." He looked you right in the eyes and you knew from how he whispered that last sentence he meant it. All you do was nod and he gave a small sad smile and kissed your cheek. You collapsed into his side shaking from how the ride swung slightly and the thought of how high it was. He kept shushing you and turned your face so it was hidden in his shirt as your arm snaked around his waist. Gripping hard onto him as you shook and his kissed the top of your head. As he hummed the tune of 5TAR. He felt a little helpless and the only thing he could think of was to put you on his lap and wrap his arm around you. Bad as this all was now he saw how much you trusted him. Never before had you shown this vulnerability and let your guard down. Your face now was tucked into his neck and your arms snaked around his neck. You were so focused on not looking that you hadn't noticed it was time to get off till Byeongkwan stood up and walked out of the car carrying you. Pulling your face away from his neck you spoke in a small voice. "I can walk Byeongi." "I know you can but you don't have to and plus you're still shaking like a kitten. It's alright close your eyes." There was no fighting him on it and you knew it. So you rested your face against his neck. This night had some great moments and some bad moments but in the end. Maybe it wasn't all so bad. You realized maybe you should tell him the truth more and be willing to trust him with your things you aren't so proud of. Maybe tonight isn't so bad. I don't think Y/N has ever shown this much of herself and spoken so openly about being upset to me. I trust her fully maybe now she'll know she can count on me too like that. With that he pressed a kiss to Y/N's head. The end.

[tranquil-space-ninja]

Secret For The Mad (Kylo Ren)

You were laying on your back in a field with Ben. You both had your eyes closed and were soaking in the sun. You were really only half awake. You inched your fingers closer to where you felt Ben's might be. "(Y/N)?" His voice was soft and warm like the grass that tickled your cheek.

"Mm?"

"Do you ever think that Luke might be wrong?"

You woke up then. Your head hurt and your lip was swollen. Your hands were cuffed to the chair. Right, you thought. This happened. You discreetly tried to use the Force to undo the restraints, and when that didn't work, you tried to activate the help beacon Leia gave you when you went on this mission.

"It's no use," a low, metalic voice said. "You can't escape." You froze. You recognized that voice, but you couldn't quite place where you'd heard it. You turned your head to see Kylo Ren watching you. "It's no use trying." You glared at him. He stood and walked over to you. "What did they do to you," he asked. He took off a glove and moved his hand toward you. You leaned as far away as you could, but it was no use. As soon as his fingers touched your face, everything went dark. Then, the world slowly came into focus again.

You were laying on your back in a field with Ben. You both had your eyes closed and were soaking in the sun. You were really only half awake. You inched your fingers closer to where you felt Ben's might be. "(Y/N)?" His voice was soft and warm like the grass that tickled your cheek.

"Mm?"

"Do you ever think that Luke might be wrong?" You sat up quickly and looked down at him.

"Wrong about what?" Ben hesitated.

"I don't know, exactly. Just.... The Jedi. My parents. Everything I guess." You sighed.

"Ben....." He sat up too, now. "Luke is trying to resurrect the protectors of the galaxy. The Jedi weren't perfect, sure, but at least they tried to be good. The Sith just wanted to take over everything." Ben gently caressed your cheek.

"It was just a thought," he whispered, kissing you.

Suddenly, the world was on fire. Smoke was burning your eyes and lungs. "Ben," you screamed. You screamed and screamed, searching for him, until finally someone dragged you out of the temple and dropped you on the grass. You didn't get a good look at their face, but they felt dark and twisted, like you used to know them, but they changed.

You didn't find Ben that night, or any night after that. One day, you just realized he was dead, and it hurt, and hurt, and hurt.

You eased back into the real world, tears in your eyes. Kylo Ren was staring at you. "You lost someone close to you," he said. "Someone you loved."

"Don't pretend you care," you whispered. Kylo Ren walked over to you. "Don't come closer." He ignored her, sitting beside you. He took off his gloves and brushed away your tears.

"I have a secret for you," he whispered. "All you have to do is give yourself time, and someday the pain will stop." You glared at him, desperate to get away.

"Who are you?" He just shook his head.

"You won't believe me. But I get it. What you're dealing with. I've burned my past to the ground, and I don't regret it." He gently laced his fingers through yours.

A boy who looked just like Ben was laying in a bed some where cold and dark, where the walls were made of metal. He was crying, holding a holo of a younger version of himself and you. You were staring at a younger, happier version of your best friend and yourself.

The boy in the bed was Ben. Ben, Who had died years ago. He sat up and walked into a small kitchen. He grabbed a pack of instant noodles and began heating water. He sat down at the table when he finished cooking and began to talk to the holo while he ate.

Tears were leaking down your face. Kylo Ren took off his mask. "I thought you were dead," you whispered.

"I know."

"Why?" Ben just shook his head. There were tears on his face, too, but not as many as on yours. "There are so many of us that would have listened to you. They might not have gotten it, but I loved you so much--" Your entire body was shaking. Ben placed a kiss on your forehead.

"It'll all make sense again, I promise. All the little things you'll see and experience will get you through each night, until you can honestly say that you're okay." You nodded and wiped away your tears. Ben opened the restraints.

"There's an escape pod two floors down. Just turn left when you get there and go straight." You nodded and hugged Ben.

"I love you," you said. He patted your back.

"Take care of yourself, (Y/N)." You nodded.

"Make sure you do the same." You left, and for the first time in a long time, you didn't regret a thing.