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#i just finished watching the atla live action#as an avatar fan#I thought it was a wonderful adaptation!#the original is still the best#but this live action was still great#(esp when compared to that... OTHER live action)#i only had two real complaints#1. i didn't like how Bumi's intro was handled#it would've been way better if they stuck to revealing him as Aang's friend AFTER the fight tbh#like they did in the original#they didn't take advantage of the foreshadowing#instead he was just kinda like “yep i'm your childhood friend Bumi btw you're an asshole” right off the bat#2. it was too short 😭#c'mon i binged that shit in two days#even though they were ~1hr long#8 episodes wasn't enough#bonus mini complaint: I needed more Momo and Appa#but all in all#i was very impressed with how much ground they were still able to cover in such a condensed format#the casting was A+++#the references were done very tastefully#the things they did change didn't detract from the show at all#and in some ways added to it#it made me just as emotional as the original#anyways... eagerly waiting for season 2#(it's happening... right??)#def excited to see my girl Toph#tragic clowning#avatar the last airbender#atla live action
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More Caitlin foord please!!
si si si
secrets we keep c.f
plot: your sister kyra adopts a dog and you look after it only to find caitlin in your sisters house one day
warnings: none really cooney cross reader!
You remember when your sister sent you a photo of her new dog Bentley you knew that you would be taking care of it most of the time.
"Kyra you do not have time for a dog!" You scolded her, using your older sister privileges "Why are you acting like you don't love him already" she fired back, pointing at the puppy who was now sleeping in your lap.
"shut up".
Now here you sat in your sister's apartment playing fetch with Bentley too busy cooing over his cuteness to hear the jingle of keys at the door.
"C'mon you little shit!" a voice emerged and you widened your eyes, that wasn't Kyra's voice but it was Australian.
Bentley ran over as your quick plan of hiding and pretending nobody was home was ruined by his small yaps.
"Bentley no!" you discouraged him, following him to the voice.
Caitlin dropped to her knees to pat the dog "fuck" she heard a mutter and she popped her head up to meet eyes with you.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know Kyra had any friends over" she stood up quickly "Uhm no" you chuckled out of nerves
"Sorry," you said quickly after "I'm Y/n Kyra's sister" You introduced yourself and Caitlin stepped back "I didn't know Kyra had a sister" she stated
"She doesn't want people meeting the best Cooney-Cross" you joked and the blue-eyed girl laughed.
"I'm Caitlin" she introduced herself and you smiled "I knew that, you kind of play in my sister's team both league and internationally" you smiled.
Caitlin looked around to hide her blush "So is Kyra here?" she asked and you crossed your head "She's gone to watch Charli play" you told her "So I'm on dog sitting duty"
"I was wondering how she was dealing so well with a puppy" Caitlin smirked as she remembered Kyra taking credit for the good behavior of her dog.
"What brings you about, I can message her" you said and the brunette waved you off "she accidently double booked herself, me her and Steph were supposed to go out for ice-cream but then Steph dropped out" she explained and you rolled your eyes at your sisters lack of organization.
"She does have the worst memory, she got the sports and I got the brains and our younger sister got the looks" you explained and Caitlin smiled
"I think you got some of the looks but Kyra didn't get any of it" she joked and you looked down, hiding the red on your cheeks "uh- uhm thankyou Caitlin" you smiled and laughed.
Bentley started barking at the door with his leash on the floor "I think he's ready for a walk" you explained as you both turned to him.
"during the night?" Caitlin asked and you shamelessly nodded your head "Not ideal I know but nothing ever happened to me yet so I should be fine" you explained but you could tell by the girl's furrowed brows she didn't think it was a good idea.
"Do you-" she started, shuffling on her feet "Do you want to walk him with me to the ice cream place?, not too far and he'll probably have a good sleep after" she explained and you hesitated
"Or not" Caitlin said and you smiled "No I think that's a good idea" you said and Caitlin couldn't help the smile that grew on her face.
"that's good because I had a small lunch so I could binge an ice cream" she admitted "Kyra has barely any food so an Ice cream wouldn't be so bad" you laughed and walked towards the eager puppy who started jumping on your leg in anticipation.
"Hey is okay if you grab his doggy bags from the counter?" you called out to the Australian who was stood still watching you.
"You mean 'poo' bags?"
"Doggy bags are classier" you defended as you two laughed at each other "ready?" you asked and Bentley barked as a 'yes'.
"I wasn't talking to you".
On the walk you caught yourself laughing at all the Australians jokes, even when she was called by Allana, her and your sisters teammate who was equally shocked that Kyra had a sister.
"Well have fun you two," she said before hanging up.
"So how come you live in London?" Caitlin asked and you smiled "I actually moved here about three years ago to run my own business, I always loved the atmosphere" you explained and she smiled
"How much do you miss the Australian weather?"
You groaned "so much, I can't deal with all this rain, and the snow I remember as a kid I hoped it would snow so bad but now" you stopped "that is a whole different story".
Caitlin laughed, your hands brushing together to open the ice cream door causing you both to flush red and you felt butterfly's in your stomach.
'God what am I? A teenager again' you thought to yourself.
"They have a Tim Tam flavour here" Caitlin stated and you gasped "no way" "yes way" she smirked "Well I have to get that it would be illegal if not"
"You're funnier than Kyra" she told you and you smirked "I'll be sure to tell her you said that" and she rolled her head back "she'll probably kick me with her boot"
"I give you permission to tell on her to Kim, I'll be stuck with her whining but it will be fine"
"You would do that for me" Caitlin exaggerated as you both walked out with your ice-creams, Bentley looking up at you both, wanting to sniff what was in your hands.
You laughed, bumping her shoulder lightly with yours "I think I had a better time with you than I would've with Kyra, she would've tried to eat my ice cream before I had a chance to even try it"
You smiled at the compliment "to be fair I did want to try your flavour" you told her "and if I had hung out with you as much as Kyra I possibly would have done the same thing" you smiled, slightly defending your sister.
But Caitlin smiled "Wanna swap? You can try mine and I try yours?" she asked and you nodded "yeah" you nodded and you swapped, almost being near to Kyra's apartment.
You both finished your ice-creams, taking a photo of the view you had, Caitlin even took one of you and Bentley in front of a random street name with your name on it.
After asking for your permission she posted it on her story.
When you arrived back you both stood in front of Kyra's door "that was fun" you started and the girl nodded "yeah I wouldn't mind doing that again" she said and you smiled "me too".
"Can I uhm-" Caitlin started, shuffling her feet same as she did when she asked for you too walk with her "Can I have your number?" she asked and you nodded "yes" you nodded and took her phone from her hand.
"I'm always free Thursday nights" you told her with a slight smirk "me too" she smiled
"Cool, It's a date".
#woso#woso x reader#woso soccer#matildas#woso community#caitlin foord#matildas x reader#caitlin foord x reader#kyra cooney cross x reader#kyra cooney cross
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Tickletober Day 3- Cuddles
Requests: OPEN :)
Summary: All Jirou wanted was to spend a nice night watching movies with her boyfriend. Everything goes well until Kaminari starts to tickle her out of the blue. Now she has to teach her boyfriend a lesson.
Pairing: Ler!Jirou x Lee!Kaminari (Romantic)
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"I'm not going to ask you again. Stop."
"I told you, I'm not doing anything!"
Kaminari was really getting on her last nerve. But what else did she expect from her hyperactive boyfriend when she made him sit down for an extended period of time? All she had wanted to do was to snuggle up next to her boyfriend while they binged horror movies while they both had a night to themselves. But of course it could never be that simple.
The two of them sat bundled up on Jirou's bed while flashes of light and corny screams burst from the TV. Jirou sat content in Denki's lap with his arms wrapped around her waist and they stayed like that for the better half of the film until Kaminari got the bright idea to annoy his girlfriend by prodding and pinching her stomach every few minutes.
"I know what you're doing you bastard. Now cut it oUT!-" She yelped as he poked her belly once again. She grabbed his wrists and turned to face him with a huff. Only to be met with a bright, innocent, and fake smile. The little shit.
"Do it again. See what happens." She said, still keeping her grip on his wrists.
That was all the invitation the boy needed as he quickly tried to twist his wrists out of the girls hold as they lurched towards her stomach once again. But Jirou had had enough of his antics and decided it was time to teach her boyfriend a lesson.
She had jumped out of his lap and tugged both of his wrists towards her causing the electric hero to fall face first onto the mattress. The boy let out a small yelp as he quickly tried to turn around and fight off his attacker but it was too late as the girl had already positioned herself on his lower back, effectively pinning him in place.
She watched him struggle for a few moments. Doing everything in his power to try to get free but it was no use. "Baaaabe c'mon I was just messing around! Get off, pleeeease?" He tried begging even though he knew it wouldn't help his case in the slightest.
"I tried to warn you but you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself could you? All I wanted was a nice night with my boyfriend but no. You just. Had. To keep. Poking. Me."
Every phrase uttered was emphasized with harsh pokes to the boys sides. He let out a squeak as he shot his arms down to protect himself and buried his face into the mattress.
"I'm sohohohorryyyyyy! I promise I wohohon't do it again." He pleaded as he giggled into the covers.
"Nope. Too late for that. Now you're just going to have to suffer." She said as she wormed two of her fingers under his arms. The boy let out a loud squeal as he squirmed underneath her.
"Wait! Wahahahahahahahahit! Stohohohohohohop! This isn't fair, pleahehehehehehehese!" The boy wailed as he tried to squeeze his arms to his sides but only succeeded in trapping his girlfriend's evil fingers under his arms.
She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Uh uh. You brought this upon yourself. You wanted to play this game and lost. Now you're going to have to deal with the consequences."
"But- But I- AH! Jirou NO! No Stohohohohohohohohop ihihihihihhiht! HahahahahHAHAHAHAHA."
His laughter grew in pitch as Jirou had suddenly started fluttering her fingers all across his neck. Causing the boy to thrash below her as he brought his arms up to grab her hands hoping to escape the unbearably ticklish feeling.
He succeed and tried to pull her hands away as he tried to catch his breath only to be sent into a hysterical fit once more as the girl blew a giant raspberry on the back of his neck.
"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA JIROU-! JI-STOHOHOHOHOP!!!" The boy wailed and lost his grip on the offending hands as he thrashed and kicked and twisted and bucked. Jirou had just used her freed hands to hold his head in place as she placed another agonizing raspberry in the exact same spot.
"Please! PLEHEHEHEHASE! NO MORE! NO MOHOHOHORE!" After a few more seconds she finally lifted her head away from her screaming boyfriend. Rubbing his back gently as she allowed him to catch his breath.
"Thahahahat- thahahat was uncalled for." The boy complained and took another shaky breath as he brought his hands up to cover his burning face.
"I honestly forgot how ticklish your neck is." She giggled. "Guess I should keep that in mind from now on, huh?" She said as she smiled down at him.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let me up." The boy said with a pout.
"Hmmmm not yet." Denki could hear the evil smile in her voice and automatically tensed up again. Jirou got up for just a moment. Pressing her hand on her boyfriend's back so he wouldn't get any ideas about escaping as she repositioned herself to face his legs.
"There's just one more thing I have to do before we're done."
Kaminari froze at her words. He already knew what was about to happen and he nervously started kicking and thrashing once more to avoid his fate.
"WAIT! WAIT- Babe. Babe Please! Please don't I'm serious! I'll stop okay? I'll do whatever you want just hold ON- AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"Damn right you will." She said with a smirk as she continued to ruthlessly scribble her nails on the backs of his knees.
Kaminari's laughter had gone silent rather quickly. He desperately thrashed and kicked around but it did him no good and he eventually resigned to pounding on the bed furiously as he lost himself in his hysterics.
"PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAAAAAAAAAA-"
Jirou finally took that as a sign to stop. She lifted herself up off of the giggly mess on her bed and laid down next to him.
Kaminari tried hiding his bright red face behind his hands once more but they were pulled away as Jirou planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.
"You okay?"
The electric boy took in a few more giggly breaths before answering. "No! Yohohou almost kihihihilled me!"
"Oh hush. I wouldn't tickle you so often if you didn't like it." The girl said, giving him a sweet smile.
The boy huffed and buried his face in the covers. "Yeah, whatever."
Jirou just rolled her eyes and gave an amused huff in return before sitting up and collecting her boyfriend in her arms.
"C'mon doofus. Let's finish this dumb movie." She said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "And no more funny business, got it?"
Denki just sighed as he snuggled into her embrace. Smiling as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Got it."
#mha tickle#Ler!Jirou#Lee!Kaminari#Kamijirou#bnha tickle#tickle fic#tickletober#tickletober2023#augtickletober2023#sfw tickling community#mha jirou#mha kaminari#my stuff
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SPOOKTOBER 》 《 DAY 1.
CHARACTER - KÖNIG
NOTE - lmao i almost forgot about this and i had LITERALLY nothing prewritten so here i am doin the most rn... AND BTW each character thats written for the duration of this is randomly selected. AND SHOUTOUT TO THE MFS WHO HAVE SEEN INCANTATION 🙏 THAT SHIT SPOOKY
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SUMMARY - You convinced Konig to binge scary movies with you, even with how cocky and fearless he likes to act- he can't handle his horror WARNINGS - None EXTRA - No use of Y/N
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"König- c'mon pleaseeee; it'll be fun! I swear!"
You had been pleading back and forth with him for who knows how long now on how to honor the first night of spooky season- you had suggested binging horror movies and he was almost instantly opposed to it.
"Nein- I'm not in the mood right now" "Please! I promise it'll be fun"
After a few more minutes- he finally caved. Plopping down on the maroon leather sofa, you huddled up against him under a layer of thick fuzzy blankets. Scrolling through random streaming sites- it took a while to find a movie the two of you would consider worth while; that was until you found the movie "Incantation". It hadn't seemed that bad at first, until you at most twenty minutes in. It was roughly two in the morning when you and König had finished the movie, and as much as he tried to hide it- he was shaken.
"..." "... yeah I see why this was a bad idea"
When the two of you rose from the sofa- he had rushed you to your bed, a burly arm wrapped tightly around your waist; any detour you tried to make was promptly shut down as he dragged you to the warm and comfortable confines of his bed. Even when you had slipped into bed- he had his arms wrapped around you with an iron grip; as if some monster from the movie was about to fly through the screen and steal you from him if he loosened his grip even slightly.
"... Are you-" "Sh. Go to sleep"
#—♪⁚ paika's spooktober!#—♪⁚ paika's posts!#october#spooktober#spooky#spooky season#incantation#konig mw2#konig cod#konig call of duty#konig#konig x reader#konig modern warfare#konig fanfiction#konig x you#cod mwf2#cod x reader#cod mwii#codmw2#cod mw2#mw2#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod x you#cod x y/n#cod x gn!reader#cod
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NSFW 18+ VOXTO
I said I'll write a fanfic with Vox masturbating in the airport bathroom and I shall fulfil my promise. 18+ only as usual but if you ain't 18+ don't complain to me. Also it's a Voxto fic so deal with it.
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NSFW, Public masturbation, cursing, second hand embarrassment from the writer, Not Beta Read.
Vox has just finished packing up, tomorrow he had the flight to Paris to catch. He writes in the group chat to let the others know. Then a message from Shoto. Their relationship is complicated. Both knew they had feelings for each other and most of the time could manage their thirst with some flirting. Vox opens the chat room with Shoto.
Shoto: I'm so tired 😩
Vox: good job with the stream. How can I help you boy?
Shoto: can you just- nah that's weird
Vox: c'mon don't be shy, we already crossed the line of friendship
Shoto: ok, but don't make fun of me.
Vox: promise.
Shoto: I want to hear you.
Vox: so a call?
Shoto: no I mean, like an audio of you calling me a good boy, you know.
Vox: so you want me to treat you like how I do in my asmr? Got it.
Vox press the mic button and says the iconic line:
"That's my boy"
And press sent to Shoto. He laughs to himself. It's so cute what his voice could do to Shoto sometimes. Sometimes he wonder if his voice is actually that good.
*bing* Shoto replied
Shoto: thanks man. I'll make it up to ya
Vox: np. You don't have to
Shoto: trust me you'll like it.
Oh, now Vox was interested, but he had to go to bed early, his flight was also early so he and Shoto messaged for about an hour before calling it quits and both going to bed.
Next morning
Vox woke up at 4 am, he had to be out of house at 6 am. He does his morning routine, brushing his teeth, washing his face, a quick breakfast, and lastly clothes. He choose a black turtle neck, with brown pants and a matching brown jacket to go with it. He's ready, he picks his luggage up, puts his shoes on, and walks out of his house locking it behind him. The car ride is enjoyable, Vox is playing some songs in the background to energize himself.
*bing* A notification at this hour, sure he did inform the others but who else could be awake at this hour? Mysta was already there since he flew to Paris a day before Vox, Luca was there even earlier, so who is it? Vox carefully picks up his phone and checks.
Shoto: you know when I said I'll make it up to ya? Well I thought since you're going to wait a long time in the airport and probably a boring flight, I wanted to send you something as well to keep you... Energized.
Energized? What is he talking about. He doesn't have time to chat with the boy so he just puts down the phone and focus on the road. He reached the airport, and completely forgot about the message. The airport air is just so stressing. By the time he's done with all the checking it was 8 am, his flight is in two hours, so he decides to go around the airport a bit and then go to his gate and wait. He bought some food to eat on the plane, and a bunch of snacks for his friends. Vox sat down to wait for the gate to open, it's still early but better be safe than sorry. He began scrolling through his Twitter feeds, interacting with his friends, liking and retwitting post. *Bing* it's Shoto, he completely forgot about it.
He opened the chat like nothing and he got flashed with maybe the most erotic picture of the boy. Suddenly a surge of horniness hit Vox. 'shit!' he thought he checked the time, he can still make it if he's quick. Screw it, says Vox to himself. He rushes to the nearest bathroom possible. Fortunately the men's bathroom doesn't have a long line. He locks himself in the stool, and gives himself one last mental note of being careful with himself. He closes his eyes and imagine Shoto face. That picture, fuck. His eyes and those flushed cheeks, fuck, Vox could just devour the boy in one sitting. Vox pulls down his pants and boxers. With his eyes closed he imagines Shoto. His cute voice taunting him to do something about his brattiness, calling Vox 'Milord'. Vox didn't have a lube so he spits on his cock to imitate Shoto's wet hole. He gives himself a couple of pumps and imagines Shoto. The boys is underneath him moaning and begging the demon to go harder and break him. A groan escapes Vox's mouth, he needs to be careful he listens if there's anyone. There is, they're washing their hands, 'ok when they go blow dry their hand, that's the only moment I have to make sound' Vox thought. He kept stroking his dick and wet it with his spit whenever it dried up. The image of Shoto moaning under him, his eyes rolling back in his skull, his tongue out and the loud sound of skin slamming against each other. He felt the urge of cumming, but not yet it was to quiet now, he squeeze he base of his cock to stop himself to ejaculate, he uses his other and rubs his head, mimicking his imagination if Shot, giving him a blowjob. Shoto's hand are are smaller but the feeling is there, Shoto's small hand around Vox's cock, teasing his head and going slow on his length. Vox could hold it in anymore, then both blow drier turn on, 'fuck it', Vox let out a groan and came in his hand and in the toilet. The post nut clarity hit him, fuck, he checks the clock, in 30 minutes he need to board the plane. He felt satisfied enough. He cleans his hand with the toilet paper and flush it down the toilet. He exit the stool like nothing happened and washes his hands with soap. When he gets to Paris he'll make Shoto pay for it.
That's it. I'm done. Idk how man body works I'm just taking what Vox said in the video. Anyway I'll go drink holy water and you should to. Bye
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I need a n g s t
Kokichi, Nagito and Shuichi with a s/o that’s really forgiving? You could make them end up in the hospital and they’d forgive you
So what if they accidentally kill them and their s/o still forgives them?
If you want, you can do a happy ending where they live! Your choice! :)
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*__ i pick different endings if that's okay Anon, And i picked it to be in the killing game, please tell me if you want it to be changed Anon.
*__ and i apologise if it seems rushed, it's hard to write for 3 character's. And also because you were probably waiting for so long. you can still request for me to remake it Anon, don't worry ^^
*___ Tw -> Ch/king, po/soning, Ka/de, caps, violence, curse words, f/re, injuries
*___Mod Miaya___*
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*___Kokichi Oma___*
When somebody hurts you Kokichi will be fucking rude to them since they don't deserve respect since they hurted you
"Ah Kokichi! Calm down, it didn't hurt that much! I'm okay, see?" You try to move around, but gasping because of the pain "O-Oh.." "See! You got really hurt! That person is gonna get it!!" Kokichi wails "H-hey, i forgive them.. it's not like they murdered me or anything! I'm still here, with just some small injury!" You giggled "Are you that nice?" Kokichi mumbled, before getting up "Hey c'mon! Let's go to Keeboy and have fun with him!" Kokichi smiled mischievously, you laugh "let's go."
That was actually to distract you and go to the person who hurted you and prank the fuck out of the person-
He's concerned about you, i mean. A forgiving S/O? He'll be watching out the people who talks to you, he's a liar. He'll know if they're lying or not. It's impossible for them to hurt you since you have a liar by your side! Impossible he says as he didn't realize they lied in front of his face as you and the person walked away together
After a few minutes passed, he was concerned. Why were you two taking so long? You two must not have been- no, that can't be. Unless...
Shit.. he ran looking after you "S/O!!~ where are you?~ we better not play hide and seek! You'd know i win easily~" he tried to keep up his facade, not wanting to freak himself out... then he saw you tied up, with blood and bruises all over you, with you breathing heavily.
"S/O!" He ran towards you, not even noticing the trap beneath him. As he tried to remove the ropes around you, as he turned around, the door was closed and fire started appearing "Oh shit, t-there was a trap?" He was trying to remove the ropes but it was too tight "Aha.. Don't worry we'll get out of h-here S/O! And we'll get that bastard later for doing this to you dear!" He started to breathe heavily, some smoke blocking his vision. He started to grow weaker "H-ha.. S/O i'm t-truly sorry.." he passed out, luckily people started to bust the door open. The people.. Gonta, and Kaito. With Tenko and the other people "S/O, KOKICHI!" Gonta yelled "Is there any water to put the fire out?" Tenko asked, she doesn't even care if the males save them she just wants them to be saved "I have it here!" Kaito yelled holding some fire grenades with him, he passed the fire grenades to everyone and they started to throw it in the fire
After some minutes, the fire stopped. The others rushed in there finding you two, they picked you two up and put you two in the dorms, Kirumi offered to heal you two. 1st degree burns.. a lot of bruises and blood on you. It took you two two days to wake up.. Kokichi woke up first "nghn.. uh what happened?" Kokichi asked, confused before realizing "ah!- is S/O okay! They better be okay!" Kokichi pouted, looking at Kirumi "they're okay, they just needed more rest then they'll be fine, no need to wory Kokichi. I attended to their injuries quickly after everyone pulled you two out of the fire, they are right next to you Kokichi." Kokichi looked next to him to see you beside him resting peacefully "oh damn, nishishi~" Kokichi looked at Kirumi "Can you leave? I have something to do, like a leader would do!" Kokichi just want to cuddle you actually. Kirumi did as he said, but she knew that he wanted to cuddle you after seeing you there beside him, she smiled.
Cuddling..
After some cuddling you woke up aswell due to his constant moving
"Mmmm Koshi..?" You groaned, half asleep. You rubbed your eyes for a bit "Heeeeey your awake noow! You take too long to wake up!" Kokichi childishly pouted, it's too adorable to be guilty with it, you laugh "That's not going to work in me, that's too adorable y'know?" Kokichi tried his scary face, it's a little intimidating. But it's still cute "still cute-" "Man can't you be scared of me!?" Kokichi cried out! Shaking his arms like a child
After you two were okay now, everyone besides one was trying to find the person who almost killed the both of you
It took 1-2 hours to find the the person who did this
It.. was Angie?
"Uhm.. Why did you try to kill S/O and uh, Ouma-san?" Shuichi asked Angie, who was tied up in a chair "Ahhh~ S/O wanted to give their blood to Atua! That's what Atua told Angie!~" Angie was cheerful as always. Almost everyone didn't believe that "Hey you almost killed me and my dearest S/O!" Kokichi wailed trying to attack Angie, but Gonta was holding onto him as Shuichi said, Angie laughed "S/O offered me some of their-" Shuichi isn't having none of it "Listen.. uhm, you almost killed S/O and Kokichi, how is that uh- related to Atua? And you started a fire for hell's sake...!" Shuichi yelled at Angie, Angie didn't smile. It sended chills on all of their spines.. it wasn't normal for her to not smile, since she always smiles. Seems like she isn't gonna talk for the time "Guys, please don't worry, i forgive her." You jumped in "WHAT? She almost killed you y'know!?" Kaito yelled "Yeah! The idiots right! Angie killed you!" "She's not dead you fuckin' brat!" Miu yelled at Kokichi "h-huh? That w-was uncalled for!" Oh dear now she messed up "W-Wai-" "WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Kokichi wailed, annoying the others, especially Korekiyo, Kaito, and Maki. They left as soon Kokichi started to cry, except for Kaito-
"Like i said, i forgive her. I'm still alive anyways so that's good right?"
"You forgivable cutie.." Kokichi mumbles
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*___Nagito Komaeda___*
He's a bit protective, you forgive people so easily. He doesn't mind if it's the hopeful people but, the despairful people?? Fuck no he won't let them go to you ever again, he has a quick eye. He'll catch them if they are looking at you
"S/O! Why do you forgive such despairing ugly humans, they hurted you!" Nagito spoke, angrily confused, you are filled with hope thats what he loves but you are a bit too considerate about *everyone's* feelings, even if it's a inanimate object you still refuse to break it.. you really are filled of hope.. too much hope "Huh? Why i forgive people all the time? Uhm... it's just my nature to forgive them, i am aware of how forgiveful i am. I forgive them, but that doesn't mean i like them, listen.. i forgive people but i stay away from them. I can understand when i forgive someone when they hurted me for so long, that's why you never see me with the people i know that hurted me Nagito." You try to give an explaination, of course. You know it isn't all but you decided to give an answer for him to know "S/O.. i.. i understand, how stupid am i to question such hope!" Nagito please calm down we care for you-
You saw him walking, bringing some stuff. Is.. is that poison? Spear, rope, speakers... what is he planning again? He walked inside the warehouse, you need to stop him from being reckless again. But you didn't move from your spot, you waited for a little while. Then you heard fireworks? Then.. running, everyone? They walked to the warehouse, Akane trying to bust the door open. You still stayed im your spot, trying to see if someone is doing stupid. Eventually Akane busted the door open, then you heard
Fire. What the hell? Wasn't Nagito in there? Shit.. You run in the warehouse
"NAGITO!!" you yelled, trying to get the fire canisters and threw them on the fire, it only made the fire more bigger? It's a fire canister.. isn't it suppose to put the fire out? Soon everyone moved and threw the individual fire canister's
Soon enough, the sprinklers put the fire out. You stood up "NAGITO ARE THERE!?" You tried to run in but Monokuma stopped you "Uh-Oh! Unfortuantely you can't be in here for now! Now get out so i can fix this damn warehouse!" You all got kicked out, after 6 minutes Monokuma appeared "Yahhoo, now it's finished now go in there you damn kids!" it's finally done.. honestly it felt like forever. But no time for that, you all ran in the warehouse "hmnn, i smell somethin'.." Akane's nose twitched like a beast when she said that "...That's probably because of the fire earlier.." Chiaki said, and Chiaki pointed out the there was space in the curtains from here, Hajime walked next to the curtain. You felt sick, it can't happen to him plea-
Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!
Screams, Kazuichi, Sonia.. and of course you.
You ran to his body begging that this isn't real "plEASE THIS ISN'T- ISN'T R-REAL" You sobbed, the others felt pity.. They tried to drag you away from his body, of course they did take you away from his body.
You eventually pass out from crying, too tired to investigate for the trial. They dragged you in the trial room, you wouldn't wake up so they had no choice but to drag you in the trial. Few minutes later you woke up
"N-Nagito.. set one of us as the killer..." what? Set one of us?
"Huh? What do you mean he set someone as the murderer..?" you asked in disbelief, Hajime explained what basically happened while you were asleep, you just stood there. You tried to focus, you threw a fire canister in the fire, but it only made the fire larger than before.
What...? This.. is unfair unfair- no.
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"I know who did it." You spoke, interrupting their panicking which they snapped out of it when they looked at you "You only decide to talk now!?" Kazuichi yelled, obviously scared for his life "yeah" you nod "uhm.. may i ask who it is?" Sonia nervously asked, you sighed heavily "uh, it's me."
"W-what!? That can't be true! You saved me when i was starvin'!' Akane yelled out "Huuuuuhhh!? What the hell? S/O bought you some food?! That w-wasn't supposed to be allowed-" Monokuma looked dumbfounded until he was cut off "Who the hell cares!? They still saved me.." Akane looked down, it felt like Nekomaru's death all of a sudden..
Hajime and others felt like crying, you were like a leader trying to protect them even though you forgive people too easily "..." Chiaki didn't said anything, she just looked at you. You smiled at her "Do... do you forgive Komaeda-san for what happened S/O?" Chiaki asked "of course not! He set them up as the culprit you kno-" "Yes." You answered, ignoring Kazuichi's comment "hnm, you still forgive him? After he set you up S/O?" She tilt her head "yes, i know he must have a reason. He wouldn't kill someone for his own benifit, that's what i deduced, i believe he has a reason for this. He loves hope, he thinks me as his hope. He wouldn't just throw me away without an explanation, why would he call me a despairing person? I.. yes, i forgive him.." you lowered your head, you didn't understand any of this, why would he kill himself and you?
"Alrighty! Time to vote! Who would be chosen as the blackened?" Monokuma butted in the conversation "Goodbye everyone.. please remember me and everyone in this damned killing game." You smiled, looking at everyone. You are terrified of what kind of execution you have, but you tried to forget it.
This.. is goodbye for me.
S/O has been found guilty, time for the execution!
Right.. goodbye.
I forgive you all for..
*___Shuichi Saihara___*
The same with the two guys, he'll be pretty protective of you since you are so forgiving, there's a high chance you'll get killed because of your friendly nature and he doesn't want that to happen, not ever
"S-S/O, please try to be less considerate.. N-Not that you should be r-rude to anyone! I mean.. you s-shouldn't forgive p-people that easily, even if they are s-sorry. They hurted you uhm, S/O you don't have to feel o-obligated to forgive them." He hugged you, making you feel protected. You laughed
"Ahah, Shuichi. Thank you, i understand that i shouldn't forgive people that easily but, we really are just like that. No matter how many times they hurted us we forgive them. we people, are like that." You tighten the hug, smiling onto his chest
"S-S/O!" He screamed as he rushed towards you, you choking. He didn't realize he put in the poison instead the water.
"S/O DON'T DIE YET PLEASE" Shuichi was panicking, he is gonna murder his own S/O because he was losing sleep that he didn't realize that he put poison in your drink.
'Please pleaee please please please please please please please please please please please please pleaee please please please please please please please please'
..it....
..It was too late? He looked at your dead body.
"S-S/O.. I.. I'm so sorry... i'm such a failure.." he caressed your face. Sobbing, Before.
Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered, after a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!
"WH-WHAT THE HELL!?" Miu screamed out, she rushed to hide in Kaito's back "EEEEEEIIIII, POOICHI IS THE MURDERER!" "What the hell Shuichi!" Kaito stumbled back a bit. Their screams of terror alerted the others, making Kaede, with Tsumugi and Rantaro on her trail.
"H-huh Shuichi!?" "Aaaauuuhh! The killing has started! It's much more different than Sakura's death on Danganronpa trigger happy hav-" "S-Shuichi.." Kaede, Tsumugi, and Rantaro reacted altogether, Rantaro ran towards Shuichi pushing him and trying to do something so he couldn't move "Anyone here have any rope? We need to tie him up first before questioning whats happened." Rantaro stated, looking up at the others "I-I'm sorry.." Rantaro looked down at Shuichi "you will have to explain yourself later, we don't know if you are the culprit, but be honest later on aight?" Shuichi didn't reply
Korekiyo walked in the scene, with a velvet colored rope in hand "i heard that you will be needing this, and so i give this rope to you Amami-san.." Korekiyo handed him the rope " Thanks Kiyo." Amami tied up Shuichi but didn't question on how Korekiyo found the rope but he isn't complaining "Kekehehe.. it is no problem Amami-san..." weirdo..
After they tied him up, they investigated the crime scene first before talking to him because that will waste their time, as they all went to the trial grounds, with Shuichi still tied up. Kaito guarding so he couldn't run away.
"So.. Shuichi, Why did you plan on killing your S/O. Your S/O." Rantaro said. Even if he is not your S/O he cared abiut you deeply, to just see your dead body fuels him with rage "Y-yeah.. Why Shuichi, you guys loved eachother so deeply, i don't understand why you k-killed them." Kaede tried not to sob, but horribly failed "I... i-i didn't mean to kill them, i was tired, stupid.. just vote me out already, i don't care if i die." .. Nobody tried to argue against him, he already admitted it, no point of arguing anyway
"Man you guys got it right! That was boring. an accidental death! Woohoo surely they wouldn't forgive him, he killed them. They wanted to live, yet. You.. killed... them! Puhuhuhu..lets get with on it, i have a special punishment for the ultimate detective, Shuichi Saihara!" Some of the people were clenching their fists, the ultimate detective.. was going to get executed "Let's give it everything we've got! It's... PUNISHMENT TIIIME!"
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Huh? What..
What? Why is he, in a pod? He saw someone outside of the pod..is that? No way, S/O?
You opened the pod, smiling at him "well hello there Shuichi, it's so good to see you again." You held his hand, he looked dumbfounded, soon tears started to build up "S-S/O!" He hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go "I'm s-so sorry.. i didn't mean to kill you! I-i... you can hurt me, anything to make you satisfied with what happened.." Shuichi begged you to do it.. he's sobbing, he's so sorry "it's okay dear, i know you didn't mean it! I forgive you! I don't care how many times you hurt me, i'll always forgive you Shuhara. I love you too much for me to not forgive you, or anyone." You caressed his face, smiling softly at him.
"A-ah.." he looked down before smiling, you standed up and he followed what you did "Now, let's go and watch the others now Detective Shuhara."
"Of course."
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Okay. The big one is the Wither King Technoblade AU. It's incredibly hard to pitch because the second main character after Techno is Helsknight Hermitcraft. But it goes something like this:
So, underneath the regular ordinary Nether that you're used to is an area called the Netherdeep. It connects to all Nethers in all worlds and is ruled by a tyrannical king. His reign is pretty much universally loathed but he's kept in power for two reasons. First, he's a Phoenix and there's only one thing that can permakill a Phoenix. Second, that one thing is pretty much equivalent to a nuke in terms of destruction and lack of care for collateral damage and he's one of only two beings that can kill it.
Let's talk about what it is for a sec.
Let's say you're an ordinary citizen of the Netherdeep or a regular Nether and you get executed. Doesn't really matter why. Point is, you're not happy about it. And because you're a Nether citizen, when you die, your soul gets trapped in soul sand with the rest of them. And it turns out, there's a lot of angry and vengeful dead. So you guys get to thinking. What if we all banded together and just killed that Nether King fucker? Now, first step for that is a corporeal body, but that part is easy. Find someone, literally anyone, and invade their brain with your cadre of hundreds of furious dead. Their will collapses from the pressure in a matter of at most a few weeks and bada bing bada boom you have a vessel.
Or, well, y'all have a vessel.
Congratulations! You have now created a Wither King. A roiling, raging mass of hundreds of souls trapped together in a tiny space and united only by the goal of beating the shit out of the guy who killed them along with anything and everything that gets in their way.
Sometimes, this works out great. You kill the Phoenix and disperse back into separate souls, bloodlust sated. But the last couple times didn't. The last couple times, you got killed by the Nether King before you could kill him. Turns out, a roiling mass of hundreds of separate wills has a lot of trouble agreeing on things like basic strategy and can be countered fairly effectively by someone who knows that they're doing. But whatever. If you keep trying, you're sure to get it eventually.
So, this time, the fourth or fifth time or something like that, the body you end up in isn't a normal Nether type. He's an Overworld pig who's been adopted into a bastion. He's also a pit fighter, sent out daily in brutal life or death fighting matches. This is great for you. It mean he has a lot of the muscle memory that's very helpful when you're arguing with the rest of the Wither King about what to do while being actively attacked.
And by sheer coincidence, you also happen to barge into his body while he's standing at a railing overlooking another fight and commentating it to himself. Pointing out who's fucking up and how. Pointing out mistakes that the Wither King itself had made. Keeps talking about something called the Art of War, which, that sounds like a useful thing to know about.
So you don't push as hard. You don't go for the immediate destruction of will. He'll succumb to the pressure eventually, especially once the terror of being possessed sinks in.
Day three is the first time you try controlling his body. He's in a tough spot in a fight and his arm jerks in a way he doesn't expect and he takes a knife to the rib for his troubles.
"Relax, chat," you hear him whisper in your mind. "I had it under control. I got this, chat."
Turns out he's a much better fighter when you're just scouting for him.
By week three, there's a much more concerted effort to take over his body entirely. He's feeling the pressure, but he's not succumbing.
"C'mon, chat, do you really think you can do this better than me? Just watch and learn, chat. Watch and learn."
You do.
Thirty two days is a new record for the longest anyone has gone without losing their will entirely. You don't realize it until a week later because you're too enthralled by his skills and the rambling conversations he keeps up in the downtime between fights.
The beginning of the third month is when he finally finds out what you are. He's wandering around in the library, reading through old history books for fun. This is usually the worst part of waiting for the collapse, but he reads out loud so it's easy to follow along. Helps him focus, he tells someone who looks at him a bit strangely.
When he reads about the history of the Wither King, you almost break through. You can hold his body stiff and you can feel the terror setting every nerve ablaze. But you can also feel the wry smirk that crawls across his lips.
"Hey, chat. You guys ever heard the story of Scheherazade?"
~~~ And that's jsut the premise, not even the plot yet.
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“The Silence Between Us”
Avengers AU - Chapter 2
Characters: Reader, Bucky, Natasha, Steve
Posted: July 19th
A/N: read the first part! Here
A/N 2: Italics indicate memories, also sorry this follow up is so late. please tell me your thoughts!!
WARNINGS: idk. Unrequited love
Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.
**Please Do Not Repost My Work**
"Well, hey there pretty girl!” the tall broad shouldered man greeted with a grin.
You weren't sure where you were, not the hotel you had checked into. Steve's voice echoed in your head. Your last words to him chipping away at your broken heart. Whispered words and watchful eyes following the two of you everywhere, and her look. Had you gone and done it? You had been so good, you hadn't wanted to, it just-
You toppled into the bed, strong hands gripping your boots and tugging them off, someone speaking, hands tugging at your jeans.
"Thanks Steve." You burrowed into the covers, the crushing weight of sadness making it hard to breathe, nonetheless, you choked out a sob. You would go out and get another drink soon, after some sleep��
**
Bucky peeked into the room, phone held away. He could just barely make out the small shift of movement as you tugged your bare foot under the covers. He had pulled the curtains as you stumbled in and dropped into his bed with a grunt. He had taken off your boots, Nat tugging at your jeans before you had mumbled a thanks, both of them looking at the other as you mumbled his name.
He backed up, shutting the door. Fuck, he'd seen bad but the state you were in?
"Buck-"
He closed his eyes and pressed the phone to his ear. "Yeah, yeah, I got her punk." He could hear Steve's breath stutter on the other end.
"I'm coming over."
"No," Bucky cringed, that was a little too forceful. "Nah, stay. I'll take care of her."
"Buck-"
"C'mon punk, I think I can handle all of Y/N soakin' wet, what she gonna do? Hit me?" He listened to the silence for a minute, knew Steve was probably pacing on the other end. "Steve, she's… not hurt, but she's hurting. I promise, I'll take care of her, I will make sure to send you updates, plus, ya got to talk with your girl."
**
Both of you reached for the same book, fingertips crashing. "Excuse me."
"You are excused, but let go of my book."
Steve chuckled, "actually, this book is going to my girlfriend."
"Bold." He looked puzzled and you laughed, "that you would be so forward as to claim me as your girlfriend, we just met! Cause this book is going with me."
Steve grinned, "pretty girl, talk a lot of game, but I already have a girl."
You hissed letting the book go, "damn shame, pretty sure I would have rocked your world!" You shot him a wink and stepped away.
**
"Buck, I don't know what happened-"
"That's how it goes, listen, just… I'll get to the bottom of this, she'll be okay, but ya gotta give her space yeah?"
"I'VE GIVEN HER SPACE AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!"
Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. It had been three days, Steve had nearly torn the city apart, Nat and Bucky had found you. The redhead was currently perched atop his counter, snacking on his cookies, coffee mug in hand.
If you eat them all Clint will be upset, he signed.
Green eyes rolled, if he doesn't know you made them he can't be upset. came her response.
Bucky shook his head, huffing as he stifled a laugh. What would he do if she had pulled this shit on him? He looked at the door, his heart aching at the thought. Nat could take care of herself, she could probably go on the same three day binge and be unaffected but if…
"Steve, let me handle this. Fix things between you and Emma." Bucky knew how close you and Steve had become, even though you had originally been Emma's friend, you and Steve had become fast friends. Quickly falling in sync with the other, seamlessly and without effort; he knew he had watched.
"Let me know if anything happens?"
Bucky ran a hand over his face back into his hair, "yea Steve."
"If she needs anything-?"
"Steve- Emma?"
"Yeah, right… okay, thanks Buck."
Natasha sighed as he leaned against the counter next to her. "You gonna manage?"
Bucky nodded.
***
Steve and Emma had been dating for three years now. It was Emma who had gotten you an interview, who celebrated with you when you had gotten in at SHIELD.
"Y/N!! This is my boyfriend Steve- Steve Rogers my best friend Y/N!"
"Book boyfriend!!!"
"Pretty girl!!!"
The house he shared with her now was quiet after the argument they had just a few days ago. Of course he knew what others had said about Y/N, many whispered rumors had followed but he had seen nothing to prove it right. You had dates, several boyfriends, but that wasn't odd, you and Nat joked about men being accessories. Emma had told him, everyone talked no matter where you went. Easy, quick, home wrecker, slut, the nicknames they whispered behind your back, Emma hated it. Was glad the two of you talked and became good friends, you needed that. She encouraged Steve to be friendly.
Y/N was his best friend, it had not taken long with the two of you being completely honest and open with the other, he had seen you in bad situations. He knew you had one night stands, but he knew you could take care of yourself. If you couldn't he would handle it.
You laughed when he asked, "a girl cant have a healthy sex life unless she's with the man of her dreams??" You had smirked, "I'm good Steve, let the jealous unhappy bitches talk-"
He leaned against the doorframe, Emma sat under the covers. Dark eyes looked up and met his gaze. "Are we going to bed?" She asked with a sigh.
Steve moved then, this was the woman he loved, Emma was kind and sweet, helped anyone that she could, it was the reason he had bought a ring. "Emma-"
"I don't understand," she cut him off, "but I know that the two of you share a different kind of friendship, and it's special and wonderful and I don't know why she's been so distant, but I would never want to get between the two of you." She toyed with the cover. "I am a little jealous, she was my friend first and I don't get your little inside jokes."
"You're saying you're jealous of me?" She didn't look at him.
"..like she would find us fucking or something."
Steve sighed, you were wrong. There was no way that was what happened. He hadn't seen that.
***
You groaned as sunlight flooded the room.
"It's been two days princess, time to get up." Bucky glared at the lump in the middle of his bed and gripped the end of the comforter.
You cried out as you hit the floor, "what??" Cold metal had wrapped around your ankle making you hiss as you were dragged across wood flooring. This was not your apartment. You managed to turn onto your back, Bucky. "Goddamn it! Let me go!!" You growled kicking with your free foot.
Bucky glared over his shoulder, "ya ain't wanna do that again doll…"
"Fuck you Barnes! Just let me go and I'll be out of your hair- eeeeeEEeep!"
He had dragged you into the bathroom, white porcelain, black towels, Natasha probably helped decorate it. You teetered on your feet, but automatically reached out to shove him away.
Bucky caught your wrists in one hand and pulled you against his broad chest. "This is for your own good Y/N."
You wriggled and kicked as he lifted you and a howl tore from your lips as ice cold water drenched you. "Why are you doing this?!?!"
Bucky grunted as you managed to free a hand, the flat of it slamming against his jaw. He caught hold of your wrist again and you growled like a feral animal and sank your teeth into his forearm, he would have scolded you if you hadn't chosen that moment to sob. Heart wrenching broken sobs escaped you, still you struggled against him, "stop, Y/N, stop!" He stepped in, your knees buckled and he let you hit him. "Go ahead, get it out," your head dropped and landed soundly on his chest, the fight seeping out of you quicker than he had expected.
It alarmed him, he had admired the way you never gave up, fighting even when Steve pinned you under him on the DT mat. Always trying to get out of the hold, fighting hard, even harder when it seemed bad. The broken sound that escaped you hit hard, what had happened?
A cornered animal, seeing no escape. That's what you were right then.
Bucky cooed, moving to his knees in the shower, the cold not bothering him as you shook in his arms. This wasn't you. You always refused to back down, always came back harder than you had been knocked down. This shaking, quivering, sobbing, broken mess in his arms was barely a shell of who you were.
**
"Whatd'ya think?" Steve asked with a smile that was brighter than the sun, hope shining I his eyes. You swallowed staring at the shining glittering thing. "Try it on?" You shook your head but he caught your hand in his, slipping it on. He was so close, you could smell the mint mouthwash he had used before leaving the house, his cologne mixing with it. Those blue eyes looking up at you, "pretty girl!!" He grinned, stepping closer "fits like a glove," he hummed softly looking at you.
"Take it off," you gasped weakly, his hands too warm on yours. What was this feeling? What was it?? Why did You feel like this? Your two best friends would be married as they should be and… you felt like this??? Did he have to look at you like that?? God what an asshole.
You wanted nothing more than to sink into another bottle, the past few days were a blur. It had been too much. She had never said anything, not a word, being his girlfriend she could have asked you to back off, it was her right. Not that you and he had ever done anything, he was your friend.
"There's no liquor here so don't bother looking."
You glared at the back of his head. "I hate you."
"Yeah okay, but eat this."
You felt your stomach lurch as he set eggs and bacon down in front of you. Bucky sighed as you bolted, the chair hitting the floor, your hand covering your mouth and you disappeared into the bathroom.
You shoved at him, he swatted your hands away, his large ones gathering your hair up and expertly putting it in a bun as you wretched, knees biting into the cool tile under you. Ugly black poison escaping you as you gripped tight and prayed to the porcelain gods for forgiveness. Not that you deserved it.
Yet, all you wanted was to lose yourself again.
Bucky waited. He had nothing better to do, Natasha had assured him she would take care of it and he was free for as long as he needed. As long as you needed.
"Hmm?"
"Why?"
Bucky cocked his head to the side, "why what?"
"He's my friend. Why does it hurt so much?" You hated the ugly black monster that curled low in your gut, you wanted to drown it, forget that it existed. You heaved and broke, the world shattering around you as Bucky's large hand drew circles on your back.
It was an eternity later when he pulled you towards him, slipping a hand under your knees and lifting you easily.
The bed dipped under him and you curled around a pillow, surprised when he slipped in behind you.
"It's my bed."
"You could let me go and I won't be your problem. You could have your bed back."
"And what will you do? Get lost again? Back into the bottle?" He shook his head. "I think I'll keep ya right here."
***
Bucky wasn't sure how you had managed. He had gone out for groceries and come back to an empty house. It took him less than thirty minutes, but he had found you in the first bar he came across. You had managed to down a few bottles of liquor, eyes glazed over, smiling as it numbed the horrible feeling inside.
You growled and screamed, kicked as he lifted you and shoved you into his bed. "GODDAMMIT BARNES! THE FUCK YOU THINK YOUR ARE??? I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY IF YOU DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE I WILL PRESS CHARGES!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" you screeched as he climbed onto the bed, dragging you under him and looming over you.
Bucky was too close, your eyes wild and whiskey coloring your breath as you swung at him, hair flying into your face. He straddled your hips, pinning you down as he reached over your head.
You froze as you heard the click, cold metal on your wrists.
Bucky winced as you screamed, your efforts to free yourself doubling, slapping a hand over your mouth he sighed, "stop being a brat."
You glared at him, fire in your eyes, breathing heavily as he kept his weight on you.
"Listen up little one," you growled and lifted your hips attempting to throw him off. Bucky chuckled, shifting his hips to press you further into the mattress beneath the both of you. "Pretty sure I outweigh you so that's not gonna work. Now, I am gonna keep you cuffed to my pretty bed, no one is coming for ya, you're not gonna get away again and if that means I put SHIELD agents outside to watch you if I have to leave again I will do it."
You shook your head at him, anger rolling off you in waves.
"Oh, oh… you don't want your buddies to know what the fuck you've been doing?" He asked.
He was so close you could feel his breath against your cheek.
"Behave," he growled in your ear.
You nodded begrudgingly.
***
"Y/N, don't you think of love?"
You snorted, laughing on the carpeted floor of his apartment, Emma had drawn the short straw and was on food run after you three had ordered. "Love?" You assessed with disgust. "What's that?"
Steve elbowed you, "c'mon!!"
You sighed, sitting up to drag from the beer bottle by you, you could feel his eyes on you. "I love you," Steve sat up, breath caught, "I love Emma. What more is there?" You asked pointedly looking away from him.
You had seen it. Love. The kind of love that destroys worlds. Love that destroyed families and friendships. You didn't want to see it in his eyes.
So, in that moment, when his breath stopped, when he looked at you like that... you looked away.
**
You could feel him. The bed was large and he kept to his side, a pillow you had placed between the two of you acting as a block.
"What is it? You in love with Stevie?"
You stared at the wall, face hot, "no."
"Are you sure?"
"Not like that."
Bucky shifted, laying on his back, you could feel his eyes on you. "Like what then?"
"Can you not?"
"I want to understand."
"Why are you doing this?"
"What?"
You let out a breath, "why do you care if I become a drunk or get lost?"
Bucky chewed over his thoughts. "You are a good person. Even I know that. I am Steve's first best friend."
"Then you should know what I mean when I say that's not the kind of love I have for him."
Bucky knew what you meant. He understood it.
Till the end of the line.
***
Bacon, eggs, a stack of pancakes.
You frowned.
"Eat."
"I'm not hungry."
Bucky took a breath, he saw you flinch as he moved to the seat next to you. "Stop." He tugged on your chair till you were facing him and reached over, cutting and forking the pancake and held it to your mouth, "open." He raised an eyebrow at you when you didn't move. "Y/N…" he warned and watched as you looked away, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, "don't make me hold your nose." He smirked as you leaned forwards and wrapped your lips around the fork. "Good girl," he hummed. You glared at him as you took your time chewing, as he sat patiently with another fork full, swallowing when he pressed the fork to your lips and forced you to eat.
Bucky sat back once he was content with what you had eaten, "not so bad huh?" He asked, holding up a bit of bacon for you to chew on, stuffing the bit you hadn't bitten into his own mouth.
You pushed the chair back and stomped to his room, hurrying under the covers. A moment passed and you relaxed, that is until the covers flew off. "WHAT?! WHAT NOW??" you demanded turning to glare at him.
"It is proven that daylight has a positive effect on a human being, that said, we are going for a walk."
"The fuck I am!"
***
A person could drown in under three feet of water, you eyed the little creek and squeaked when Bucky pulled you along the path. Hand firmly gripping yours. You ignored how warm it was.
"Listen, I would rather be on a mission and listening to Natasha and Clint arguing, but I am here and you're just gonna hafta learn to like it princess."
You skipped a step to keep up, grateful when he shortened his steps, "how much longer?"
"Almost back, if ya wanna run for it I'll leave ya to be pathetic in the middle of my bed for the rest of the night, with the exception of dinner. But ya gotta take the stairs."
He watched as you mulled it over, your bottom lip disappearing again. He felt your fingers twitch in his hand, yours so much smaller than his, or was it the other way around? He ignored the reasoning behind the small tremble.
"Okay."
Bucky blinked, "huh?" Had he heard you right?
You didn't respond but quickened your pace.
Bucky grinned and hopped into a slight jog, watching with pride as you hurried to keep up, he allowed you to pull from his grasp and ran along as you broke away.
**
"What's that?"
"Green beans."
"Shut the fuck up, no, what is playing?"
Bucky cleared his throat, "I like the cello," he shrugged with the simple answer.
You dropped your gaze back to the plate in front of you instead of watching those broad shoulders rise and fall. Bucky did this thing when he was full, he would sit back and tug his pant leg up, just a bit, and sigh.
You nearly choked when he did so.
"What?"
You shook your head, finding your plate suddenly very interesting.
Bucky eyed you for a moment, "you need to eat."
You stuffed food into your mouth as a response and Bucky laughed. The sound was smooth and warm.
"Done?" He asked standing and holding his hand out to you, grateful you took his hand, if it meant you didn't have to eat… he jerked you up onto your feet so quick you lost balance and fell into him. He laughed warmly as he led you through a few steps, gotta get that food down, best way is to dance."
You swallowed, refusing to look at him. Steve had allowed you to drag him into dances with him, usually Emma had been the one to bump along with you, laughter filling the air. But it was the way he wrapped his arms around her that had you watching.
"Princess…" Bucky sang into your ear, nose bumping your cheek, "where are you at?"
"Here."
"Where's here?"
"Kitchen."
Bucky snickered, the noise warming you as you pressed closer, "atta girl"
You pulled away, "sleepy."
Bucky leaned against the kitchen table as he allowed you to walk away. 'You gonna manage?" Natasha's question mocked him, he drove a hand into his hair, he hated that she knew him better than he knew himself.
**
Bucky knew that laugh, Steve had been dating Emma for a year now, she was too good for him and he couldn't resist pointing it out asking her when she was gonna leave Stevie and start dating him.
He stopped as a new girl stood next to his two favorite people. "Buck!" Steve gripped his shoulder as you turned to look at him, smile nearly knocking him over, "meet pretty girl, Y/N this is Bucky Barnes, my best friend."
You grinned up at him, a thousand watts, "I'll be taking that title from you handsome!"
**
You had gotten used to a routine with Bucky when it came to nighttime. You shower and readied for sleep first. While he showered you crawled into bed, usually falling asleep to the sounds of him moving around.
Natasha had brought some of your stuff over, you had hurried over to her only to keep your mouth shut and not beg for help escaping Bucky when you caught her gaze.
Finishing up brushing your teeth you stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. Usually Bucky was sitting on the bed waiting for you to finish, moving to the door you paused hearing Bucky's hushed voice.
"-GO!"
You bit your bottom lip curious, leaning into the door carefully. It moved out and you caught the handle before it swung open further.
"Bucky, let me see her. I talked to Emma, I don't understand what happened. If I could just talk to her?"
"Steve, she's not there yet. Ya gotta give it time."
You stepped back. This was ridiculous, you were being ridiculous. It's not like you were in love with Steve, he was your friend. She had never mentioned anything, Emma was too sweet and kind to say anything, it's just- the fact that she had thought. The doubt you had seen in her look. You hiccupped, a hand flying to your mouth.
"Y/N?!"
You stepped back, throat tightening, a ringing filling your ears. You weren't in love with him. He was your best friend. You had never thought of him that way. The look in her eyes flashing in your mind. Steve was your friend.
You remembered the feeling that twisted your gut when you saw the expression on her face. The pier was slightly crowded, the air just a bit chilly, but the two of you had been fishing. Just hanging out. You two had been planning how he would ask. Still, the way she looked at Steve, the look when her eyes met yours, you knew what she had been thinking. She knew you had figured it out.
And it hurt.
The door swung open and there he stood. You couldn't make out what he was saying. It didn't make sense, how did he know you were here? How?? Why did he care? He didn't, not really, not like you suddenly wanted him to.
And there was Bucky.
You hadn't moved, no words slipped past your lips, Bucky pushed Steve from the room.
Silence filling the space.
Time passed and you stared blankly at the door, wondering if he would come back?
It finally swung open and you sucked in a breath, Bucky stepped in carefully, feet bare on the cool floor. "Y/N?"
"Are- is… This is why?" You looked at him. Your throat burned, he met your gaze, you held up a hand when he moved closer. "Steve put you up to this?" You sucked in another breath, the room was too small. Bucky filled it up with his broad shoulders, you could smell Steve's cologne- no, that wasn't right. That was Bucky's cologne. He had been right there.
Large hands closed on your shaking shoulders, Bucky pulled you into him. You let out a small whine, you had thought, thought that he might- "let me go," you whispered softly, angry at the tears that wet your cheeks.
"I can't."
"Please?"
Bucky hurt, the small whimper stabbing his heart, the way you held onto him as you gave in to your tears. Leaning into him when before you had fought, bit and kicked.
"I hate you"
"No, you don't."
**
Bucky brushed the hair from your face.
So small.
You had cried yourself to sleep, eyes slightly swollen, allowed him to lift you and crawl into bed with you. Maybe he had started this to give Steve some peace of mind. He was lying, attempting to lie to himself. Bucky was selfish. He wanted you to look at him.
You bit your bottom lip when you thought of something. He had caught you smiling during dinner the other night. He liked the perfume you wore, some flowery shit, but it was all you. You muttered when you did the dishes.
When you were asleep- you turned in your sleep just then, pulling him out of his thoughts, fingers skipping over the pillows and catching his shirt, curling in the fabric.
"Fuck." He paused, knuckles lightly brushing along your cheek. He held still as you burrowed closer, a long suffering sigh leaving you, "shh, it's okay princess." He hummed pulling you in close, you tucked your head under his chin, it made his chest warm.
Bucky Barnes was in trouble.
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Roommate (Suguru Daishou x fem!Reader) College AU
Warnings: some teasing, my bad writing but other than that none
Word count: 2371
Authors note: and this too was written back in October LKADNHDJF Im so sorry but this just had to be posted here at some point, so why not now? *proceeds to lip bite* Anyways lmao skdnnf I think suguru is so damn underrated and he isnt even as bad as people might think he is so yeah, here is my oh so badly written suguru fanfic. Enjoy!!
(2 months ago)
It was Friday evening, a day you and your roommate usually binge-watched movies and series, but not today. The sudden change in plans was a change you didn't want. After all, the change of plans meant helping your roommate to pack his stuff and help him bring it into his new Unit. A Unit that was far away from his previous one and it made you feel dejected. You wouldn't be able to see him that often anymore and for once you grew close to someone outside of Japan.
, Ow c'mon Y/N. Don't be sad. I bet your new roommate will be nice as well.'' You let out a grown as you let yourself fall down on your bed. , Yeah but he's not you and you're like my only friend here in the Unit.'' Christian let out a chuckle and then suddenly got up from his kneeling position, getting his backpack and suitcase. , Well, you'll be alright, '' he threw some of his last stuff in his backpack. ,,After all my new Unit isn't even that far away.'' - ,,Christian, what is 'not far away' about 30 fucking minutes?'' you huffed in annoyance, sitting up again death glaring your 'ex' roommate. His laugh filled up the room as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, it was time for him to go, and then again you felt miserable. You wanted him to stay, but it was his decision after all. After two full years with Christian you knew you weren't the reason why he left, he left for other plausible reasons.
,, Alright let me help you then.'' You announced, grabbing one of his bags opening the door for him. A smile was plastered across his face as he walked past you with all his belongings. Letting out a last sigh you followed him, hoping your future roommate would be as subtle as Christian...
//
After helping Christian carrying and unpacking his stuff in his new Unit, you just made it back to your Unit. You were tired and felt like a piece of shit. Christian was one of the only people you interacted with on campus and the only one in your unit. The rest of your friends attended Universities in Japan, mostly in Tokyo or Osaka, just the minimum was somewhere outside of Japan, including you. Moreover, it was hard for you to find friends since you lacked in social skills. And having a new roommate would totally throw you off, you didn't even know how you wanted to welcome him, you were just too socially awkward for this.
So when you finally opened the door to your little 'apartment' and discovered a new pair of shoes next to all of your shoes, you freaked out. He was already here and you literally had nothing to offer him. Not even goddamn chewing gum. This would most definitely turn into some second hand embarrasment, you were sure about it. You closed the door when you suddenly heard footsteps slowly coming your way. ,,I'm really sorry that I just barged in but you weren't here so I let myself in.'' There he was, standing in front of you. You recognised him right away. Suguru Daisho, the high school rival of a friend of yours. ,,Well well, if that isn't our Miss Nekoma Manager, Y/N it is, right?'' he leaned onto to wall, giving you one of his smug smirks.
,,Of all people, it really just had to be you, huh?'' you spat out ironically, slipping out of your shoes as you walked up to him. ,,Ouch Y/N, you hurt my heart.'' Letting out a fake sob, he touched his chest and tried to look as hurt as possible which made you sigh out in annoyance, so you walk past him showing no reaction. ,,Jesus, you're no fun.'' - ,, Never intended to be fun, especially when it comes to you.'' As you replied to his complaint, you just plopped down on the little couch, already missing Christian. You really were so close to just change units as well. It hadn't even been 5 minutes yet, but here you are already considering to move out. What an awful day you had. And your next years in Uni would get even worse with him as your roommate.
But things turned out quite differently.
You imagined living with Suguru must be the most annoying thing ever, but you were so wrong. First, you really thought he was just trying to get on your sweet side and then act like an asshole again, but you started to reconsider when he brought home some chocolates for you. It wasn't just that, no he did so much more for you, and all of that in just two months.
He cooked for you, whenever he had time. When you woke up every morning, there was breakfast on the table. He helped you with studying and kept his distance whenever he knew you needed some time for yourself. And most importantly, he never invited friends over, since it didn't take him long to find out you just couldn't interact with people. Of course his teasing side would come out sometimes, leaving some comments here and there, but he changed and not only by a bit no, he changed a lot and even for the better.
Living with him was easier than you thought.
And yet, yet the old things would obviously come back because today you wanted to tell Kuroo, who was and still is one of your best friends from high school, that Suguru was your roommate. God, you were nervous. You knew Kuroo has always hated him and he will most definitely not stop hating him, even despite the fact that you grew quite close to him.
So when you pressed the 'call' button on your laptop, you really just didn't want to tell him, but you had to. Even if you wouldn't tell him now, he would find out somehow. You really wanted to tell him in person, rather than him finding out and then getting mad at you as well.
Once his faced showed up on your screen you smiled and waved, shoving away the nervousness you just had. ,,Hey Hey Tets!'' - ,,Hey! How're you doing over there?'' he smiled, taking a sip from the cup wich was located right next to him. ,,Well Im doing pretty good! How're you and the boys doing?'' Kuroo's face turned dark, making you worry, but once you've heard his answers you couldn't have expected less from such an idiot as him. ,,Well we're all doing pretty good.... and yet I feel broken, Kenma's ignoring me once again.'' He sobbed ironically, making you smile in an instant. You had to admit it, you missed the old times. The time you guys were still in Highschool, enjoying life and just having fun. But over all you just missed your friends, you always see them hanging out with each other, going on trips together while you were stuck with boredom and nothing but schoolwork. Of course your friends were part of the University life as well, however it seemed like they had much more time than you. Less worries than you.
,,You know Tets... I miss you guys a lot.'' You whispered as you nervously played with a stuffed animal, that was standing right next to your laptop. Showing affection wasn't really your thing, yet you missed your group of friends way too much to just ignore it like that. ,,Awe Y/N, we miss you too! Once you're back we're definitely going out somewhere! Oh and you should bring Christian as well!! Come to think of it.... where is Christian?''
You chocked on your saliva. ,,Oh god are you okay?'' Kuroo worriedly stated as you coughed. Why now, you had nearly forgotten about it, and yet all of the good had to come to an end. So when you finally stopped coughing you assured your friend that you were okay, but you most definitely weren't okay, you didn't even know where to start. You couldn't possibly just go ,,Ah yeah forgot to tell you, but Christian changed units. Suguru and I are now roommates.'.There was no way you could tell him. Literally no way.
But while you were overthinking this whole situation, suddenly Suguru made his entry.
,,Eyo Y/N can you-'' - ,, What is he doing here?'' Kuroo frantically yelled as he regocnised Suguru, pointing at him through your screen. Great, you thought. This could've gone better if you had the guts to bring it up earlier, but of course your friend had to find out like this. Luck was definetily not on your side today. ,,Oi roosterhead, still lying about your height huh?'' Suguru smirked as he placed himself right behind you, moving closer to the laptop. ,,Get lost.''Kuroo scoffed and now looked at you while still pointing at Suguru. ,,Why's he here?'' he repeated himself, not leaving you out of his sight once. Yet you looked away, trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible, you would even prefer hiding behind Suguru than sitting here. ,,He's my new roommate... Christian changed units.'' You whispered slowly looking back to see if he was still watching you.
Suguru took his chance and moved closer to you as he purred. ,,Wait, you didn't tell him babe?'' Oh god you forgot the petnames he had for you and you hated him for using them on you now. After he moved in and you finally got along pretty well, he started with all these ridiculous pet names, just like honey. And oh god...this was definitely not going to end well.
,,Can you tell him to fucking leave?'' Kuroo asked, seemingly annoyed of your roommates presence. ,,Alright alright I'll leave, just don't forget our business later.'' and with that he left your room.
The sudden awkward silence that was between you and your best friend was more than just uncomfortable for you. In fact, you hated it, you just wanted to disappear. ,,How long?'' He was the first one to finally break the silence and you knew he was upset, after all Suguru just walked in and you didn't tell him at all. ,,Two months..'' you whispered, full of regret. Kuroo then sighed, hand on his forehead as he leaned back to process what he has just heard. ,,Two months? God.... why didn't you tell me?'' - ,, Listen I was scared.... I know you don't like him but we got along so well..'' you stuttered, trying to avoid his gaze again. Honestly you were scared. All this time you were scared that you might lose your friend, although this might be a stupid reason to end a friendship, you were still terrified.
,,Hey that's fine Y/N, liking each other and having a relationship is fine! Im not even mad I promise!'' You looked at him as he smiled, to let you know that it was fine. All you could do was smile back and be thankful that he wasn't mad at you. ,,Oh and we're not really in a relationship..'' You stated and let out a nervous giggle. Kuroo on the other hand leaned in closer and then whispered. ,,Yeah right hon.'' - ,,Kuroo.'' You warned, holding up your finger just as you were about to scold him. ,,Anyways, seems like you have some unfinished business with the snake, so go for it.'' You huffed, ready to protest that there was no business to finish, but before you could tell him otherwise he disappeared from you screen.
Sighing out in annoyance, you got up from your chair to go scold your roommate for his bold words he has spoken during your videocall. So when you saw him doing some schoolwork you seated yourself in front of him, death glaring him. ,,Just what exactly were you thinking?''you hissed in such a sharp tone, that even suguru backed off for a second. But he quickly collected himself and leaned in closer just to smirk at you. ,,What do you mean babe?" he asked, his voice soft and unbothered. You groaned again, leaning in closer as well. ,,He thinks we have a thing." - ,,So?" his reply was bold, just like as if he didn't care about your current situation at all, which was weird to you since he usually never acted or talked to you this way.
You answered him, voice quiet. ,,So you're just going to leave it there?''
The confusion was plastered all over his face. You didn't really know what left him so confused, but you needed answers and as for that you waited for an answer. ,,Wait wait wait.'' he said, holding up both his hands. ,,Is that disappointment I hear?'' - ,,Never.'' You leaned back, looking away and thinking how to continue this conversation, which obviously seemed pointless to your roommate. But it wasn't pointless to you, your friend literally just hung up on you just because of this stupid statement the guy in front of you had made. ,,Why did you say these things? What did you even mean by unfinished business? That's not appropri-'' you got cut off midsentence. ,,We still haven't decided what we wanted to cook this weekend. That's what I meant babe.'' he stated, as he held up a paper with an amused expression.
,Oh' you mouthed, sitting there in embarrassment as you tried to avoid his gaze. The embarrassment just grew bigger as you realised what you were actually thinking about.
,,Well well, it's okay to have these thoughts about me. But next time you might as well share them with me.'' His grin grew bigger, putting down the paper he just lifted up a second ago. That's it, you thought, he has crossed the line. You then suddenly stood up, cheeks flushing red as you huffed out in annoyance once again. ,,You're the worst.'' you muttered, stomping away to your room in an instant, shutting your door. But something was odd. No, you... you felt something odd happening to you.
You then realised your fastened heartbeat, your hot cheeks, still flushed in a light pink shade,you...you were confused.
Just.... what... what was this feeling?
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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ THE MIYA TWINS & BOKUTO KOUTARO AS YOUR OLDER BROTHERS ! ❞
╰─ ─ ゚headcanons of the best twins & ace of my heart being your older brothers.
✐ . . . BIG BROTHER HEADCANONS.
[ OIKAWA TOORU & KAGEYAMA TOBIO VERSION. ] [ SUNA RINTAROU & KITA SHINSUKE VERSION. ]
-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ bokuto koutaro, miya atsumu & miya osamu <3
[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]
-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.
⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.
MIYA TWINS.
➜ oh my goodness, i pray so hard and dearly for your parents because y'all are WILD WILD
➜ when you guys were young, you know those videos of twins confusing their baby on who's their parent??
➜ yeah THESE TWO TRIED IT WITH YOU
➜ it was probably atsumu's dumb idea
➜ he watched it a few days ago in youtube
➜ so he suggested it to osamu which begrudgingly accepted, curious on how you would react
“ c'mon, come to big brother 'samu ”
➜ atsumu says as he stretches his arms out to you while you're oblivious poor innocent ass was doing the grabby hands to him
➜ ngl you looked so cute he felt a little guilty for what's to come
➜ while osamu sits next to him with a monotonous expression
“ no, i'm big brother 'samu ”
➜ your head spun to his direction
➜ and you're just like 👁👄👁
➜ while switching left and right in confusion as you dropped your arms down so fucking fast LMAO
➜ while atsumu was trying so hard, really he promised he won't laugh so soon, that osamu keeps pestering him to shut his bitch as up
➜ until the faintest of sobs were heard, forcing their mini argument to a halt
“ will you stay quiet ─ ”
“ ─ oh no no no, please don't cry ”
➜ osamu is in distraught because he actually doesn't know how to take care of a child crying
➜ while astumu is trying to carry you
“ hngg i ─ hic ─ want big brother 'samu ─ hic ! ”
➜ bitch almost wanted to drop you right then and there honestly
➜ he's like ??? DOES THIS BITCH EVEN KNOW I EXIST EYE??
➜ and when osamu heard you calling out to him, something in him snapped
“ i knew this was a bad idea ─ ”
➜ as he shoved atsumu off of you, hugging you as he tries to coo you, whispering “ shh . . don't ya worry, yer big brother 'samu is here ”
➜ this MANS OHMYGOD
➜ your cries seemed to have ceased as atsumu is standing there like ??
➜ i'm thEIR BROTHER TOO !!
➜ bb boy held a grudge on you for a few weeks ngl
➜ but then you grew up and now you know that you actually have two (2) big bro 'samu
➜ but more annoying & bitchy
➜ you're their favourite victim to bully
➜ well, atsumu
➜ but they won't let their teasing lead to you crying because they actually can't stand the sight of their younger sibling crying
➜ contrary to popular belief, when you realized there was another big bro 'samu, you were now attached to atsumu while he's similing smugly and triumphly at osamu
➜ atsumu would 100% be very competitive for your attention though he makes you hate him whenever he bullies you
➜ but we all know osamu hates losing
➜ so there was definitely a time of your life that their fighting over who was the best big brother
➜ ugh y'all cute cute
➜ while you're helping osamu around the kitchen, atsumu would just watch from the side lines because the kitchen is kinda yours and osamu's thing
➜ though while in his earlier years, he'd get upset because he wants you to hang out with him too :(
➜ while you have the cooking thing with osamu, you have the baking thing with atsumu
➜ shh hear me out
➜ osamu is actually not good at baking shit
➜ the first time he attempted baking was when you joined a baking club & now you're obsessed with making cupcakes and all that good good
➜ and he wanted to also try and back
➜ and how and what did he do to make your cupcakes look like dog shit was beyond you
➜ and while smelling something burning, atsumu ran to the kitchen and after realizing what osamu did
➜ he'd try and make your next batch of cupcakes presentable
➜ because he's?? actually?? good at it??
➜ and now you guys have your baking sessions and brother 'tsumu bonding time
➜ but even though you guys have other things with the other person, you guys LOVED doing chores together
➜ like, your guys' mom would make the boys clean the bathroom and before you knew it, LIKE YOU WENT THERE JUST TO TALK TO THEM WHILE THEY CLEAN, you find yourself cleaning the toilet necause atsumu ain't doing that shit
➜ washing dishes?? that as well
➜ you and atsumu would be the ones washing while osmu would do the drying
➜ 11/10 of the time would leave you guys a damped mess
➜ while cleaning the kitchen, i absoloutely headcanon, like STRONGLY
➜ that you guys would just talk either about random shit, talk shit about someone honestly, or quote reality tv shows
➜ like one thing you would be sweeping the kitchen floor, and while sweeping, you accidentally hit the trash bin hard that the contents flew out of it as it fell down the floor
➜ and atsumu's like : “ pooja what is this behaviour?? ”
➜ then something clicked in you that made you remember that one show bigg boss something
➜ and you'd be like : “ i'm sorry i kicked it ny mistake ”
➜ osamu would roll his eyes before joining you two : “ you can't kick it by mistake ”
➜ “ then pick it up if it bothers you ”
➜ ugh y'all aRE ICONS
➜ y'all would be at the pool and atsumu would shout “ oh no my diamond earing is gone ”
➜ and osamu would reply “ kim, there's people that are dying. ”
➜ you'll be their biggest fan in the court
➜ whenever they play with you on the sidelines something in them just snapped and they'll be scoring points by points in a row
➜ they lowkey love to show off
➜ if you're a girl, every fangirl of they have would be wary of you at first, but then realized that you were just their little sister
➜ and to their bisexual fans, they would ngl have a huge ass crush on you too
➜ and if you're a boy as well, oH MY GOD WOULD THEY HAVE FALLEN AMD CAN'T GET UP
➜ LIKE BITCH THE MIYA GENES ARE THRIVING IN THE THREE OF YOU
➜ you bet they'd be throwing hands if someone decided to break your heart
➜ though, osamu would be the more rational one
➜ if they ever meet your s/o, atsumu would want to rile them up while osamu is just being calm but the scarier one of the two?? but he knows you don't need any protecting because you know how to do it yourself & you don't have any need for that
➜ 12/10 would recommend as brothers
➜ in conclusion, you guys may not always get along, but you know damn well they care about you and would apologize right away if they did something too far. and you guys are such good sibling goals😤
BOKUTO KOUTARO.
➜ definitely know how to deal with his emo mode
➜ since you guys grew up together
➜ and sadly, you didn't have an akaashi to help you out with it while you were young
➜ like he'd be the older brother but you would probably be the more mature one
➜ but while you guys were young, he was your knight & shinning armor
➜ like when you scraped your knee while trying to catch him, he'll do a 180° and bitch has never ran faster to you than that time
➜ & if you were crying because of it, he'll make stupid jokes but it'll always make you forget about the pain in your knee
➜ and it's one of those times that you could really see that he was actually older than you
➜ then he'll piggyback you back to your house
➜ homeboy be reliable even while he was young wow
➜ and even 'till now
➜ if you ever got sick or injured
➜ or god forbid, HEARBROKEN by someone
➜ a bitch will throw hands
➜ but before that he'll make you laugh & do his best to take your mind off whatever is causing you to hurt
➜ ngl you would always look up to him, even if he may seem childish
➜ he'll hang out with you the rest of the day, he doesn't care if it's a school day, he'll drag akaashi with him
➜ my boy here GIVES THE BEST ADVICES
➜ though he may reword them differently, but his advices never seemed to fail you
➜ fights don't usually happen, and if they do they're probably serious
➜ he's the type of brother that lets you sneak out the house
➜ he'll usually back you up in everything
➜ and this bitch would take the fall for your faults
➜ ugh WE STAN
➜ but also if you sneak out the house to your significant other, bb boy has to know their number, address, occupation etc.
➜ because he ain't having a broken hearted sibling
➜ and he just wants the best for you
➜ and in the future, though he may be busy with being a professional volleyball player;
➜ he'll always have time for you
➜ he'll cLEAR OUT HIS SCHEDULE JUST FOR YOU
➜ you're that urgent to him
➜ your his first best friend before volleyball
➜ speaking of volleyball, if you aren't found in the stands in his matches ─ he'll go TO EMO MODE Y'ALL
➜ because you're usually always there in his games and it makes him give all his 120%
➜ since he's usually busy, he'll ALWAYS have those covey sisters movie nights
➜ if ykyk
➜ he's a sucker for family bonding time ogey
➜ the type to binge watch all the hsm movies & know all the lyrics to all the songs
➜ the type to defend sharpay with all his might
➜ and you guessed it right
➜ sharpay is his favourite character
➜ no one tell me otherwise
➜ THE TYPE TO DUET SONGS WITH YOU
➜ HIS FAVOURITE?
➜ EVERY SHARPAY & RYAN SONGS
➜ HE'LL BE SHARPAY AND YOU'LL BE RYAN
➜ AND THAT'S ON BOP TO THE TOP
➜ hates horror movies
➜ so if you ever watch it with him, he won't leave your side for the rest of the night & will have a sleepover on the living room
➜ f o r t s
➜ loves doing ridiculous challanges
➜ your phone would be BOMBARDED with crackhead videos of him
➜ probably broke a bone or two ngl
➜ 100/10 would recommend as a brother
➜ in conclusion, he may not always be there, and would be a bit childish & needy at times; but you know that he would step up as a big brother for you ANYDAY, ANYNIGHT, ANYTIME. because how could he want the best for you when he's not being his best on his part?
-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-
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home for the holidays
Pairing: Ben x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)
Summary: Reader is fine with being alone on Christmas. In fact she prefers it. But when her best friend, Michael Hardy, invites her to Christmas with his family, how is she to refuse? Especially when Michael lets slip that his mysterious brother Ben will be around for the holidays...
Word Count: 9K
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, implied sex and swearing. And so much goddamn softness, WHEW.
A/N: HI!!!! I’M BACK!!! AND ALIVE!!! 2020 has kicked my ass in many ways but I cannot thank all of you enough for supporting me. To all my new followers, to all my old followers, to everyone who still liked and reblogged my stories, I saw all of you and it made me happier than you could have imagined in this dumpster fire year. I hope all of you made it through this year and I hope this sweet little story makes you feel better.
I would be remiss to not give a huge, massive thank you and I love you to the Lizard Ladies, @mrhoemazzello , @diasimar, and @fairestkillerqueenofall. You three are truly the wind beneath my wings, the farts in my butt, the light at the end of the tunnel. I can’t thank you enough for the love and support this year and I love you from the very bottom of my heart.
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I'm......dreaming.....of a white......Christmas
Bing Crosby's velvet voice wafted through the air, competing with the scent of pine from the lit candle as they wafted through the apartment. Swaying along to the slow beat, she measured out the final cup of flour she needed for her last batch of gingerbread.
The air was thick with flour and if she stuck her tongue out, she was sure it would taste of baked goods. Humming absentmindedly, she popped the last batch of cookies into the oven and reached up for the towel flung over her shoulder to wipe her hands off. Pulling her phone out of pocket, she set a timer and checked her messages.
There was one from her friend, Michael:
Mum won't let up about you coming over for the holidays
Oh?
yeah
Why??
cuz she thinks no one should be alone for the holidays
Rolling her eyes, she huffed out a breath at Michael's message. She had moved to London when a job offer had come up she couldn't refuse. To help her get the lay of the land for her neighborhood she had taken up jogging. On one of her nightly jogs she had turned a corner and-
WHAM
Groceries went flying one way and she another. As she lay groaning on the ground amidst spilled apples, she contemplated which would be worst, dying from a concussion from running into someone or dying from embarrassment from running into someone.
"You alrigh'?"
Groaning, she slipped her hand into the one extended to her, "Yeah. I think so. My ego's more bruised than my tailbone so we'll go ahead and chalk that one up to a win."
The chuckle caused her lips to raise up in a smirk as a woman's voice cut through the conversation, "Oh dear! Michael, I told you to watch where you're going! And this poor young woman...are you quite all right, dear?"
Stifling a laugh at the rolled eye coming from, she could only assume was Michael, her eyes snapped back to the woman in front of her. One blond curl hanging in front of her eyes as her hands fluttered around (Y/N)'s body, not wanting to cross the line into impropriety.
"Really, it's alright! I'm alright."
"Are you sure? I can't apologize enough-"
"Seriously! It's fine. It was no big deal. I wasn't -"
"Well he clearly wasn't either-"
The two women's voices were overlapping each other and finally the man stepped forward and gently clasped his hand around the older woman's wrist, "C'mon mum. I think she's okay."
Eyes scrutinizing her face, (Y/N) did her best to arrange her features into someone who didn't have a concussion.
She wasn't sure how effective it was but it seemed to quell the older woman's nerves as she nodded and took stock of the mess surrounding them.
"Oh god. Looks a bit like we've upended a fruit stall haven't we?"
Chuckling, (Y/N) knelt down to help clean up the mess. Gently handing things over to the woman as her son placed them gently back into the bag. After the last piece of fruit had been collected, she wiped her hands on her pants and stood up with a groan.
The woman's eyes snapped back to her immediately as her son groaned, "Ahh c'mon, why couldn't you have kept that in?"
"Sorry! Not my fault I've got the bones of a 90 year old already." she grimaced as she arched her back in an attempt to stretch it out.
"At least let us walk you home, dear. Please? It'll make me feel better that you'll be alright and safe."
Glancing over the woman and her son, (Y/N) figured the worst harm they could have done her was already out of the way so she shrugged and told them what street she lived on.
The woman's eyes lit up, "Oh! That's not far from us at all is it, Mickey?"
Cheeks pinking at the nickname, "Mickey" nodded and mumbled something as he became studiously interested in the ground.
Smirking at his reaction she nodded and turned in the direction of her home. As they strolled along, (Y/N) got to know her two new friends better. Angela did live just up the street and had two sons. Michael and Ben. She was married to Keith and Michael still lived with his parents but Ben was out of the house, working as an actor. It was obvious she was proud of Ben but immensely proud of Michael as well and wanted to make sure he didn't feel left out by his brothers light.
She stopped at the end of her walkway to her flat and pulled her key out of her pocket, "Well, I can't say I always meet people like that but I'm oddly glad we met this way." Chuckling, Michael patted her shoulder and Angela pulled her into a hug.
As she released her, her eyes flicked over the house, "Dear, it doesn't look like anyone's home. Will they be soon?" her lips tugged into a frown.
Rocking on her heels (Y/N) sucked in a breath, "Well...I, um, I live on my own so-"
Before she could even finish that sentence, Angela had barreled past her, grabbing her key and getting a pot of tea on the stove and throwing a dish towel over her shoulder as she got dinner prepared. Michael walked past (Y/N), laughing at her gaping mouth and nudged her with the bag he was holding, "Welcome to the family."
Since that day, Angela had invited her over to dinner at least once a week. She and Michael had gotten close and other than one drunken kiss, they were best friends.
In all this time though, (Y/N) had never met Ben. But, the holidays were approaching and from all of the fuss Angela had been making the last few days, it seemed like he was finally coming home.
Her phone vibrated in her hand again. Another message from Michael and at least three from Angela badgering her into staying at their place for the holidays.
Slumping against the counter, she let her eyes gaze out of her kitchen window and grow unfocused.
She was used to spending the holidays alone and had actually come to prefer it. No annoying family members, no "accidentally" getting too drunk and asking conservative family members why they "fucking hate women." No. Her holidays now consisted of pajamas all day, whatever takeout was open and a whole bag of Hersehy's kisses that she ate throughout the whole day as one cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie played in a continuous loop.
But....
She did miss being around people. Feeling cozy. Playing a game after a big Christmas dinner.
She missed Christmas dinner.
Maybe it wouldn't be all bad...
Plus she could finally see what Ben's deal was.
And hang out with Michael.
And Angela and Keith.
Before she could think too much about it she found herself texting Angela that she would be spending the holidays with the Hardys.
~
"You fucker-"
"Michael! I didn't raise you to use that language!"
"He started it!"
Rolling over in the twin bed in the Hardy's guest room, she thrust her arm out, wincing at the cold air biting into her skin. Snatching her phone from the nightstand, she quickly drew it back into the cocoon of warmth she'd created in the night.
Sighing, she snuggled further into the blankets as she unlocked her phone, checking her messages, the white noise of Michael arguing with whoever was over made her smirk.
Did one of your friends stop by?
She scrolled through a few social media channels before Michael responded,
nope
Ben just got here
scared the shit out of me by hiding behind the kitchen door
almost spilled my entire cuppa
Letting loose a full laugh at that, she locked her phone, stretched one more time and pulled herself from the bed. Curiosity over meeting the mysterious Ben almost winning out over her need for coffee.
Popping her head through a sweatshirt, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and slid it into the pocket of her joggers.
Trotting down the stairs, she followed the deep timbre of Michael's voice mingling with the higher cadence of Angela's and a third voice that...was even deeper than Michael's.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she listened to the voices competing in the kitchen. The way they danced around each other, through each other and over each other in the way that only family members could talk to each other.
Not wanting to interrupt them, she decided to peek through the door to get a feel for the room. Inching forward, being sure to miss the creaky floorboard that would give her away, she leaned forward.
Eyes roving over the tableau in front of her, she felt her lips twitch as she saw Angela sitting in a chair, her hands clasped around her favorite mug, eyes shining with love at having her two boys back under the same roof.
Michael was in the chair opposite, clutching his, she assumed, refilled mug.
She couldn't see Ben so she moved to the right and-
Her jaw dropped open.
Whipping around she pressed her back to the wall. Digging her phone out of her pocket she composed a new message to Michael.
Why didn't you tell me your brother is hot??
how am i supposed to bloody know if he's hot or not
he's my brother
Yeah but
You could have at least given me a heads up!!
Her spine stiffened as she heard footsteps approaching the door. Suddenly, Michael's silhouette filling up the door frame as he stepped forward to head up the stairs.
Before he got to the first step, she hissed, "MICHAEL"
Completely forgetting the fact that Michael had already had the wit's scared out of him by his own brother not a few moments before, she felt a little bad about scaring him again in the same way.
"JESUS. What is with this house I swear-"
Waving her hands in front of her, she stepped forward as she shushed Michael, "Keep it down! I don't want your brother to know I was creeping right outside the door!"
"Then maybe you shouldn't be creeping right out side of doors!"
"Fair point. How's my morning breath?"
Leaning forward, she let out a loud exhale only to clasp her hands over her mouth as Michael retched and stepped back,
"Well. Shit. That answered my question."
"Just...jesus...come into the kitchen and have a cuppa and then Ben and I were going to run some errands for Mum. You can come with us."
Pulling her hands into the sleeves of her sweatshirt, she fidgeted as she weighed her options. As she went back and forth about the cost/benefit analysis of having Ben see her first thing in the morning in all her unwashed hair and morning breath glory.
Then her rational side kicked in and realized how dumb she was being. Worrying about what a man would think of her, who gives a shit? The voice in her brain rationalized, if he doesn't like you looking like a half made muppet then he doesn't deserve you at your completed muppet. Shaking her head at the metaphor she'd created she looked up at Michael, "Yeah. Yes. Let's do that. Sorry. I freaked out there for a second."
"Yeah. You really did. It was almost as bad as that time the guy who looked like Tom Hiddleston winked at you from across the bar."
"Well, who was the one who got him to pay for the drink she choked on and ended up spilling all over herself, HUH?"
Michael threw up his hands in defeat, turning on his heel to march back into the kitchen. Muttering under his breath, ruing the day Angela had run into her.
Snickering, (Y/N) hitched her joggers up and padded behind Michael into the warmth of the kitchen. The only thing that felt warmer was the look emanating from Angela's eyes.
"Morning, love. Sleep okay?"
"Yeah, Angela. Like a log. I swear the beds here are more comfortable than my own." She answered, leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
"Yeah, snore like one too." Michael snickered as he slid back into his chair.
"I...snore like a log?"
"Yeah. That's definitely a saying."
"She can't snore worse than you, mate." Ben chuckled as he pushed himself from the counter, extending his hand, "I'm Ben. Michael's brother."
"It's nice to meet you! I'm (Y/N)."
"I know. I heard all about how you met this family as soon as it happened. Michael gave me the play by play. But it seemed he changed his tune about how you're a, what was it?, a 'clumsy sod'?"
Gasping as she turned to Michael, he held his hands up, "It was forever ago! How was I to know that we were meant to be best friends?" His voice rising as he sank deeper and deeper into his chair.
Angela swatted Michael's shoulder as she went behind him to pull (Y/N)'s favorite creamer from the fridge as Ben laughed.
"Fuck you! I might just keep your Christmas present for myself then!"
"NO. You wouldn't!"
Pointing a threatening finger at him, she cocked an eyebrow as Angela rolled her eyes, setting the creamer down by (Y/N), "I can see that the lovely family moment we were having has been ruined. I'm getting ready. You three behave, and clean up the kitchen!" she yelled over her shoulder as she waltzed out of the room.
(Y/N)'s eyes followed her out of the room, knowing she wasn't that upset. She was secretly thrilled her boys were back home and under the same roof as her. What mother wouldn't be?
"Oi! (Y/N)! Focus! How soon can you be ready?"
Michael's voice snapped her out of her revere. Turning back around, Ben's eyes were the first thing she locked on. Fighting back the blush climbing up her neck she cleared her throat, "Can I at least have a cup of coffee first? Please? And then i'll be ready in like, an hour?"
"Ugh. Fine. I'm gonna go watch the match," a glint lit up in Michael's eye as he bolted out of the kitchen, finger resting on his nose, "Nose goes on not cleaning up!"
Rolling her eyes, she turned to grab the creamer and a mug from the cabinet.
"Did he always do that growing up?"
Nodding, Ben rolled his eyes back at her, "All the time. He's the youngest, he got away with way more shit than I ever did."
"That tracks," she replied as she doctored her coffee up.
"Huh"
"What?" She didn't look up as she poured the brown liquid into her mug, relishing in the scent that rushed up into her nostrils, waking her up almost instantly.
"I just-I've never seen someone pour in creamer first and then coffee."
"It eliminates the need for a spoon, my ex turned me onto this method and, I don't know, it stuck." Shrugging she moved to return the creamer to the fridge, sliding past Ben in the process, desperately hoping he'd smell bad or at least have morning breath but no. He smelled like old books, leather jackets and the first day of fall.
Fuck.
As she sidled past Ben, he thanked his mother for having such a small walk way between the table and the counter where he stood. She smelled like coconuts and coffee. He tried his best to not inhale too deeply, didn't want his brother's friend thinking he was a creep.
His brother's gorgeous friend.
Michael had failed to mention that (Y/N) was a knockout. He figured either they had hooked up once and it hadn't worked out or Mikey was too chicken shit to make a move.
He would have placed his entire life savings on the latter.
"Sorry, have to sneak past ya again." She smiled at him as she went to grab her coffee mug and Ben extended an arm in a mock bow, "My lady."
Letting out a bark of laughter Ben couldn't help his own lips to curl up into a smile.
"How come your brother didn't get any of that charm?" she asked, bringing the coffee up to her lips and blowing on it.
Ben wrenched his eyes from the perfect circle her lips made and forced himself to focus on their conversation, "Just goes to show I'm the superior sibling." He crossed his arms over his chest as he surveyed the kitchen.
(Y/N)'s eyes tracked his, taking in the damage, "I'll help you clean up. If we both tackle it, it won't be too bad."
"No, c'mon. Finish your coffee. Besides, if my mum catches you cleaning, she'll have my head. She still thinks of you as a guest."
Snorting, she shook her head, "I know. It kills me but, hey, if it means I get a break from cleaning for a while, I'm all for it."
Ben looked up at her as he moved to collect all the dirty dishes and she tired not to gasp at how long his eyelashes were, "You live alone? Or does your boyfriend not pick up after himself like a prat?"
"Ha! No, I don't have a boyfriend, I live on my own so I have no one to blame but myself when the plates are stacked to the ceiling."
Laughing, they traded horror stories of living alone. The weirdest things they had done, the grossest things, what they liked most about it. (Y/N) was having such a good time, she didn't even think before she heard herself say, "You should come over and see my place sometime. The scene of the crime for the Great Pomegranate Death of aught four."
Ben's laugh died on his lips as he looked right into her eyes, "I would love that."
Nodding, she looked into her empty coffee mug only to be distracted by Ben's hand coming into her periphery, "Can I take that for you? It's the last thing actually and then we're free and clear."
"Oh, yeah! Of course. Thank you so much for doing that, I appreciate that."
"No problem, got to earn my keep around her somehow."
Giggling she stood up, following Ben as they exited the kitchen and pausing as they both reached the stairs, "Well, I'm gonna shower and get ready then we can go Christmas shopping?"
"Sounds good. I'll let Michael know."
"Cool, um, thanks for the morning company. Michael definitely downplayed how you're the cooler sibling."
"It's because he's a shit," Ben deadpanned, feeling his heart swell as she threw her head back in a laugh.
Shaking her head she started moving up the stairs, "You got that right."
Ben watched her go, trying to tell himself he shouldn't be thinking about his brother's best friend in the shower and how badly he wanted to join her.
~
"Why is that thing staring at me?" (Y/N)'s eyes were wide as the off-brand elf on the shelf stared back. Well...one eye was staring at her. As Ben got closer he realized the other eye was painted basically on the side of the elf's head and couldn't help jumping back a little.
"See? It's horrifying."
"Only parents who really hate their kids would buy that."
"So you and Michael had that in your rooms then?"
Ben glared at her in faux annoyance as she smirked at her own joke.
"Aww are you guys buying that? I was going to get it for mum." Michael whined, nicking the deranged doll from its spot on the shelf and looking for a price.
"Ha. Good one man."
"Yeah, that's a pretty good joke." (Y/N) agreed as she wandered away, distracted by the candles a few aisles down.
"Why would you say that? I'm being serious." Michael's lip pouted and Ben swiped the elf from his hands.
"Christ. I forgot how bad you are at giving presents."
"Hey! I got you a really nice gift last Christmas!"
Ben stared blankly back at his brother, "You got me a black market Arsenal hoodie that said 'Assenal' on it and still had the price tag on it."
"And it was the best gift you've ever received, I'm sure."
Throwing his arms up in annoyance, Ben's gaze drifted over the shelves before stopping on (Y/N) as she bent over to grab a candle from the bottom shelf.
The snap of Michael's fingers in front of his face pulled him out of the daze he had slipped into it.
"Who’re you drooling over, mate? You know you need to let me have first crack at her-" Michael's sentence died on his lips as he saw the woman Ben had been oogling.
"Oh no-"
"Look, I-"
"Are you serious?"
"I know she's your best friend but-"
"Right and you better bloody stay away from her!"
"You could have warned me she was beautiful!"
Michael dropped his head into his hands as Ben shifted from foot to foot, "Seriously Mikey, this won't go anywhere if you don't want it too. I'll respect your boundaries but-"
"No, I should have seen this coming," Michael sighed as he lifted his head up, gazing over at (Y/N) as she strolled further away from them, holding at least four candles, "I think, honestly, that's why I didn't tell you."
Ben stiffened at the hoarseness in his brother's voice.
"(Y/N)'s one of my best friends, and she's practically Mum's daughter and I always figured you'd fancy her whenever you met her so..." he threw his hands up to signify the futility of that exercise, "just...really think about this before you fuck up a really good thing." Michael muttered as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Hey. Mike. Seriously, I'm sorry. I need you to know that if I do decide to go after (Y/N) it won't be for just a casual hook up, okay? It'll be because I care about her like you and Mum do. Promise."
Michael nodded as he sniffled, "Cool. Thanks, man. Anyway."
"Yeah, uh, who else do you need presents for?" Ben cleared his throat as he tried to dislodge the emotion that had gotten stuck there.
"Really, just (Y/N)." Michael nodded to the general direction of where she'd gone.
"Well, don't get her any candles."
Michael shot him a weird look and Ben shook his head, "Don't worry about it."
~
"Guys, c'mon, my feet are killing me and I'm starting to get hangry. I need food. Or caffeine. Or sugar. Or, ideally, all three."
Michael threw an arm around her shoulder and Ben tried to ignore the stab of jealousy he felt at the casual closeness they had.
"There's a Starbucks straight ahead, why don't you get something there and Ben and I will check out this last store, okay?" He pressed a kiss to her cheek as she peeled off toward Starbucks.
The knot in Ben's stomach got bigger.
"What store are we going to? I swear we've been to 50 stores and you still haven't found anything that (Y/N) would like."
"It's one of her favorite stores. She loves it."
"You've said that at the past five stores, man.”
"But this time I mean it." Michael said with renewed verve as he struck up a quicker pace toward the shop.
The sigh that left Ben's lips could have blown out all the candles (Y/N) had bought at the first shop.
Stepping inside the store though, Ben could see why this would be her favorite.
Books with ornate dust jackets covered every reclaimed wood table. Plants and fresh flowers bloomed from every corner that wasn't filled with crystals, tarot decks or notebooks. There were vintage clothes dripping from racks around the perimeter of the boutique. Jewelry with signage describing which local artist had crafted it. A corner with vinyl records stacked in a case that went to the ceiling with a ladder to browse at the very top.
Ben hadn't known (Y/N) for very long but when he stepped into this store, he was surprised he didn't see her pouring over the vinyl and calling excitedly to them about a particularly exciting find.
Looking around, he spotted Michael pawing through some of the clothes and figured he better intervene before he bought something everyone would regret.
"Do you think she'd like this?"
"Yeah if she wanted to look like Nana's drapes."
Michael made a disparaging noise in the back of his throat as he shoved the dress back on the rack, "Dammit. God. Why am I so bad at this."
Ben shrugged and moved deeper into the store, veering towards the bookshelves. (Y/N) had mentioned in their conversation that her apartment was covered in books, who doesn’t love a new book? he thought.
Crouching down, he ran his finger over the spines of some of the books. Taking in their titles, swaying to the jazz playing softly over the speakers his finger stopped on a book of poetry.
Golden read the gold inlay on the spine, a tiny sun at the bottom. Ben pulled it out, flipping the book over to see who the author was and realizing it was a compilation of local authors poetry.
"That's a wonderful book."
Ben jumped at the shop assistant's voice.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I just, I saw you and your brother browsing and I figured I'd see if you needed help with anything."
"He looks that lost, huh?"
"Well," her eyes traveled to the ceiling to find the right words, "he was looking at a diary where you can track your period so..."
"Jesus" Ben hissed as the shop girl laughed.
"It's okay, I told him to try a necklace or a pair of earrings instead."
"God you're a saint, thank you."
"No problem. Didn't want his girlfriend to hate him forever!" the laugh Ben let out felt hollow. His heart constricted at the idea of (Y/N) being Michael's girlfriend and not his.
"So, uh, this then," Ben held up the book of poetry, "you said it was good?"
"Oh absolutely. It's one of our best sellers. One of the writers, she's one of our most popular jewelry creators too. She made a necklace to go with the book actually..." her voice trailed off as she ventured back to the front of the store.
Ben followed closely behind, stopping as she bent over a display rack of jewelry, finger dancing over the delicate chains till she found the one she wanted.
Turning, holding out her finger, a whisper thin gold chain fell down to where a delicate ring with swirls resembling the sun dangled.
"Do you think she'd like it?"
Ben felt himself nodding before he even realized it. All he could see then was the chain sitting around (Y/N)'s neck and the charm hitting her chest as she looked up at him, eyes sparkling.
"Can you gift wrap it?"
Smiling, the shopgirl nodded and went to the register. As Ben watched her box and wrap the necklace, he felt Michael's hand land on his shoulder.
"I still have no idea what to get her. This is impossible, mate." Michael sighed as his eyes roved over the counter.
"Wait a tic, what's that?" pointing an accusatory finger at the necklace and book, Ben felt himself tense.
"Well, it's a book of poetry and a necklace to go with it-"
"You wanker! That's perfect! How much is it?" Michael's wallet was out and buying the set before Ben could even stop it.
"Hey, whoa. C'mon man, that was going to be my present for (Y/N)."
Ben could see the shopkeep girls eyes widen and figured she thought she was in the middle of a love triangle between two brothers.
Michael scoffed, "You just met her, how do you know she'll love it?"
Ben struggled to come up with a retort as Michael nodded decisively, "That's what I thought."
Feeling helpless, Ben wandered out of the shop to get away from his brother before he strangled him for being so dense.
"Oy!" Ben turned at the sound of Michael's voice, "Don't pout. I'm a great brother and picked up a candle for you to give her so you don't look like a total tosser."
Rolling his eyes, Ben turned and stalked toward the coffee shop as Michael's snickers followed behind him.
~
The tap at the doorframe caused (Y/N) to look up from her book, smiling as Angela poked her head into the room.
"Sorry love, didn't want to bother you but I got a gingerbread house going and I have to pop out to finish some Christmas shopping. Would you mind finishing it up for me?"
Smiling and nodding, she placed her bookmark in her book and pushed her sweater sleeves up, "Sure. Did Michael also give up?"
"No, he's actually out with some friends. Ben's taken over for now but figured he could use reinforcements."
Angela's tone was casual but (Y/N)'s eyes snapped to her anyway, trying to figure out if she had planned this with a mother's intuition or if she just didn't want her eldest to be alone.
Either way, she appreciated getting more one on one time with Ben.
As she made her way down the stairs, she felt Angela's cool palm catch her elbow right before she hit the landing, "Love..." the tone of her voice made (Y/N) stop and turn, "I'm so happy you and Michael are close and I know you two are friends but...I would be remiss if I didn't mention that I think there may be something...extra with you and Ben."
Her stomach clenched and all of a sudden she found it difficult to look directly at Angela.
"I know it's none of my business and I would never pry or try to tell you how to live your life, much," she modified her statement at (Y/N)'s raised eyebrow.
"But...I really wouldn't mind if maybe one day you were really my daughter."
The lump in (Y/N)'s throat made a response impossible so she just nodded and Angela smiled wanly. Bringing a hand up to rest on her cheek, Angela's eyes were watery.
"Right," Angela cleared her throat and moved past (Y/N) on the stairs, "I'm counting on you to make that gingerbread house not look like a disaster!" She called over her shoulder.
Sniffing, (Y/N) swiped a finger under her eye, catching the moisture that had fallen. Shaking her head, she moved down the stairs and pushed open the kitchen door only to be met by a wall of sound.
THAT'S THE JINGLE BELL ROCK!
Ben's voice was hilariously off key, the Santa hat on his head askew and flour covered his face.
Which dropped comically as he moved to the back of the gingerbread of the house and his eyes met (Y/N)'s.
Her mouth was moving but Ben couldn't understand what she was saying. Fumbling in the pocket of his joggers, he pulled out his phone and hit pause.
"-Mean Girls dance?"
"Are you asking me to learn the Mean Girls dance to this song with you?"
"What makes you think I don't already know that dance by heart?" She cocked an eyebrow, moving closer to inspect the house from all angles.
Ben's hands immediately became sweaty as (Y/N) got closer to him, eyes squinted as she scrutinized the work he'd done so far.
"Went for a classic look I see."
"Well, you know what they say, if it ain't broke and all that."
Nodding, (Y/N) turned to face him, eyes lighting up as she took in the streaks of flour all over him.
"You managed to get flour in your eyebrow. And on your cheek and...wait...you have frosting..."
Her voice trailed off and Ben's breath caught in his throat as her hand came up to gently swipe a bit of frosting from underneath his eye.
Her palm cupped his cheekbone and she wasn't even thinking when she gently stroked it with her thumb. The sigh that escaped Ben was involuntary and caused (Y/N)'s lips to quirk up slightly.
"Did you get it?" the words left Ben's mouth in a wisp and (Y/N) found herself leaning forward to catch what he had said.
"I think so, yeah." She whispered back, not making any move to remove her hand from his face, thumb still gently stroking his cheekbone, letting her eyes get lost in his.
Suddenly feeling like his legs wouldn't support him, Ben put a hand down on the table and that's when a loud clang caused them to jump apart.
Slapping a hand over her heart, Ben looked embarrassed as he bent down and brandished the decorating knife that had fallen to the floor.
"God that scared me. Are you okay? Did you cut your hand?" Ben chuckled and showed (Y/N) the fronts and backs of his hands.
"Clean, not a scratch on me."
There were a few seconds of silence as (Y/N)'s eyes traveled all over his hands. Ben cleared his throat and (Y/N)'s eyes widened as they snapped up to meet his.
"Sorry, I, uh, got distracted."
No need for Ben to know she was distracted thinking about his hands wrapped around her throat.
"Well, now that we've got the harrowing death by kitchen utensil out of the way, did my Mum send you in here to help me decorate?"
"She did. Apparently she doesn't trust her own son to be responsible with decorating a home for cookies."
"She barely trusts me to take care of myself I don't know why this would be any different."
Every laugh Ben managed to pull from (Y/N)'s lips felt like a victory to him.
"Well, put the tunes back on Hardy and is there another Santa hat I can wear? I feel severely underdressed for the occasion."
Smirking, Ben held up a finger as he pulled a plastic bin from underneath the kitchen table.
"Mum brought this out and I think I spotted something in here earlier that I think would suit you much better than a Santa hat. Close your eyes."
Making a big production of closing her eyes and covering them with her hands, she heard items being moved then the creak of the floor as Ben drew closer.
His body felt warm as he stood in front of her and slowly slide a headband onto her head, making sure to not ruin her hair. He smelled like sugar and spices and she was overwhelmed with the urge to lick his neck.
"Alright, open your eyes."
She did, blinking at Ben as he bit his lips, trying to keep from laughing. "It really suits you I think."
Looking wildly from side to side to find a mirror, Ben pulled out his phone and turned his camera on, "Here, let's take a picture. Then you can really see how amazing you look."
(Y/N) leaned into Ben and he tried to ignore the voice in his head telling him to kiss her cheek.
"BEN!" She could barely say his name as giggles overtook her. The headband with light up Christmas bulbs in danger of falling off as she bent over with laughter.
Ben couldn't help but laugh with her. Her laugh was infectious, he wanted to be the one to make her laugh for the rest of her life.
"I don't understand why you're laughing, this is a very serious matter." He wheezed out as (Y/N) straightened up, trying to take a deep breath in. "Okay, okay, whew, alright. I'm ready for this picture." She waved her hands in front of her face as she did her best to stop laughing.
"Ready? 3, 2, 1" Ben counted down and as he pulled the picture up so they could look at it he didn't think he'd seen anything more beautiful.
(Y/N) was mid laugh, Ben's eyes were twinkling as he leaned into her. Their respective headgear askew, flour and icing all over their faces.
"Is that our Christmas card?" (Y/N) joked as she wandered back over to the table with the decorations, picking up a piping bag full of icing and wielding it with an expert precision.
"Yeah, it can say 'Our First Christmas'" Ben replied, taking one last look at it and hoping that maybe one year, they really could get Christmas cards together.
~
Christmas Day dawned bright and early.
It had snowed last night and Ben and (Y/N) had delighted in locking Michael out in the snow when he'd run outside to make a snow angel in nothing but his boxers.
Waking up to an incessant banging on her door, (Y/N) let out a groan as she stuck her head out of the cocoon she'd made of her blankets only to be met by Michael throwing a pillow at her face.
"MMPH"
"Wake up! it's time to be holly and jolly and all that bullshit!"
Ben's laugh made her perk up a little and sit up farther in bed, "I'd be a lot more holly and jolly if you wouldn't throw pillows in my face."
"She's got a point."
"I hate when you take her side Benjamin. What happened to brotherly love?"
"Oh that went out the door years ago."
Michael's reply was drowned out by her and Ben's laughter.
Throwing the pillow back to him, she and Ben smiled at each other as Michael caught the pillow and disappeared down the hall.
"Merry Christmas." Ben said as he leaned up against her doorframe.
"Merry Christmas" she replied, swinging her legs down over the bed frame, letting them dangle off the side.
Swallowing thickly, Ben had to tear his eyes from her legs, shaking the image of her legs intertwined with his from his brain.
"So, has Angela been up since five making breakfast?" (Y/N) said through a yawn, stretching and not realizing the turmoil that was causing Ben as he watched her body unfold before him like a flower.
"Uh...yeah. Yes. Most likely. She loves a hearty Christmas breakfast." he murmured as (Y/N) finally stood up and out of bed.
"Well, yeah. Who doesn't?" She remarked as she hunted down her sweatshirt and pulled it on over her t-shirt.
He let out a breathy laugh as he did his best to get the swelling of his cock under control.
(Y/N) finally let herself look at Ben fully as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and felt her lower half growing warm.
Alarm bells were ringing in her head and the only thought going through her head at the moment was GRAY SWEATPANTS!!!!!
Gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt with a low v-neck that had her thinking how easily she could have teared it in half.
They would have stood there, devouring each other with their gaze, the sexual tension getting so thick they were drowning in it, if Michael hadn't called up the stairs calling them prats to break the tension.
~
"Well! Seeing as how we're all so full we can barely move, do we want to open presents?"
Angela had barely finished that sentence when Michale had disappeared through the dining room doorway, yelling over his shoulder "C'mon! I want to see if I got the new FIFA."
Laughing at Angela rolling her eyes, (Y/N) stood up as Ben did the same, smirking at his family.
"My lady" Ben cracked as he and (Y/N) reached the door at the same time.
"Thank you, sir." Dropping into a curtsey, Ben raised an eyebrow.
"You're surprisingly good at that."
"Learned from the Queen myself."
"You know the Queen?"
"I'm the secret princess actually."
"Might have to start calling you 'princess' then."
(Y/N)'s stomach clenched at the thought of him calling her princess in his deep voice. Keeping her eyes down, she let out an airy laugh, hoping to sound unaffected.
If she'd looked up and seen how sincere Ben's eyes were, there would have been no doubt in her mind that he was being 100% serious about the new nickname.
As they made their way into the living room, Angela settling into her chair and Michael sprawled on the couch, Ben suddenly felt nervous.
He hoped (Y/N) liked his present. He'd felt resentful toward Michael as he wrapped the candle. He knew this was a fine gift for someone he'd literally met just a few days ago but he couldn't help being disgruntled that Michael had swooped in and stolen such a perfect gift from him.
Swatting Michael's feet off the couch he settled in as (Y/N) crouched next to the tree, "Can I hand people presents? That's how we did it at my home, if that's okay." She ducked her head, cheeks growing pink at appearing sentimental. Ben didn't realize he was smiling at her until he caught his mum appraising him.
Running a hand through his hair, he shifted in place as Michael yelled, "OI. Where're my gifts?"
"Hmm, I'm looking but I don't see any gifts for you...why...it looks like these are all for me!"
"Fuck off-"
"Michael!"
"Sorry mum. Frick off, I see one with my name on it right there." Pointing emphatically, Ben smacked his hand out of his face.
Snickering, (Y/N) scooted over to grab the present and threw it at Michael.
From there, it was all a blur of wrapping paper, bows flying and exclamations of surprise and delight.
Ben was busy reading the inside flap of the novel his mum had gotten him when he heard Michael's voice cut through his reverie,
"Here. (Y/N). I got this one for you."
"Aww, Michael. You shouldn't have."
"Yeah, well, don't say that till you've opened it, dear."
"Mum!"
Forcing a laugh that sounded hollow even to him, Ben sat there, staring lazers at the box in (Y/N)'s hands.
It, funnily enough, was shaped like the box the candle came in.
It even had the same wrapping paper he'd used.
Ben hardly breathed as the wrapping paper fell away and the candle he'd wrapped just last night was revealed.
"Aww, Michael! Thank you so much. I love it." She smiled at him as she uncapped it and sniffed it.
Bolting up, Ben murmured something about getting more coffee and stumbled out of the living room.
Gripping the sink, he could barely believe what he'd just witnessed.
He didn't even want to believe it meant what he thought it meant.
"Hey."
Head jerking up, he didn't even notice the present in Michael's hand until he thrust it forward.
"Give it to her. You had dibs on it anyway."
Ben's jaw dropped, "Is-are you actually doing something decent for once in your life?"
"Shut the fuck up, man. I see how you look at her. There's no way you don't not have legitimate feelings for her."
Struggling for a quick response, he could only manage a half hearted grunt as Michael emphatically shoved the present closer to him.
"Go on. Take it. She's gonna love it and it'll mean way more coming from you than me I bet."
Gently taking it from Michael, he had no words. Looking up, he pulled Michael into a hug.
"Oh. Alright. Guess this is what we're doing."
Letting him go, Ben sniffed, rolling his shoulders back, "Right. Okay. Thanks for this man."
"Yeah. Just...don't hug me again."
"No promises."
"Figured." Michael was almost out of the kitchen when he stopped and turned back to Ben, "Also. My room is right next to yours. If I hear any noises that even sound remotely like sex-"
"Oh my god, dude."
"I'm just saying! Jesus isn't the only one watching you sin and judging you for it."
Ben could only stare incredulously at Michael's back as he contemplated how his brother could do something so sweet but ruin it all in the same moment.
~
They had just finished dinner and Ben still hadn't found the perfect time to give (Y/N) her present.
Every time he thought he could get her in a moment alone, someone walked into the room or the timing seemed wrong.
He knew he'd have to act soon but the right moment had yet to present itself and he was getting anxious.
It also didn't help that Michael kept texting him asking if he'd given the gift to (Y/N) yet.
So, yeah. No pressure.
"Oof. I feel like all I've done today is eat."
"How is that different than any other day though?"
Throwing a Christmas Cracker at Michael, (Y/N) laughed.
"You don't need to expose me like this."
Ben watched their interaction with jealously. He wished he could just give her the present now but he wanted it to be perfect.
Pushing back from the table, (Y/N) stood up and stretched, "Well. I'm going to go for a walk. Does anyone want to come with?"
Ben's eyes lit up and he sprang out of his chair. Before he could say anything, Michael was rising as well, opening his mouth.
Getting ready to body check his brother into next week for ruining this moment, Angela stepped in.
"Michael. You haven't done any of the cleaning up this week. You're staying here and helping me wash up."
(Y/N) almost missed the wink Angela shot her as she and Ben were left in the dining room as Michael's protests grew quieter.
"Shall we?"
"My lady."
Smiling, she stepped into the foyer. Her and Ben making idle chit chat as they bundled up against the cold.
Stepping out into the night, the clouds were heavy with snow. Taking a deep breath in, she sighed out, enjoying the look of her breath appearing in a fog before her.
"Smells like snow."
"Snow has a smell?"
"Yeah, it...I don't know how to describe it. It just smells fresh and new."
They walked on in silence for a bit. (Y/N) was tempted to ask why he hadn't gotten her a gift for Christmas. She had gotten him the pair of rounded sunglasses he'd admired in the shop window for Christmas and she had just met the man.
Feeling pressure on her elbow, she stopped.
"Come with me."
Following after Ben, not minding that his hand was still on her elbow guiding her, she wondered where they were going.
Feeling bold (with the help of the generous portions of wine Angela had served at dinner), and figuring it must have been uncomfortable for Ben to lead her by the elbow, she gently untangled her arm from his.
Smiling at Ben's furrowed brows she slide her hand into his.
"Figured this would be easier than holding my elbow."
Fighting the smile breaking over his face, and failing miserably, Ben stared ahead. Butterflies erupting in his stomach at the feel of her hand in his.
"Where are we even going?"
"Oh. Yeah. I should have thought of that. Not really smart of me, huh."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean, I'm not a bad guy but still. We don't really know each other and it's dark. I know some women might be nervous in these circumstances."
Trying to quite the Women's Studies major screaming in her head about his "wokeness", she gave his hand a squeeze.
"I don't know. Just feel like I've known you for much longer than we actually have."
"I feel the same way."
(Y/N) thought she had imagined him saying that, his voice was so low but with how his cheeks pinkened, she figured she hadn't imagined it.
Pulling her up short, he pulled them toward a bench. Two trees bending over it, branches intertwining like lovers fingers creating a canopy.
Sitting down he put his hands in his coat pocket where (Y/N) thought she heard gift wrap crinkling.
"So."
"So." She said, tilting her head back to stare at the clouds. Ben took this time to admire her profile.
"Why here?"
"Just wait. It'll be worth it."
Shrugging, she turned her face down to look right at Ben.
"Think it's going to start snowing soon."
Huffing a breath, Ben turned his body to face her more fully.
"Listen. What you said earlier about it feeling like we've known each other for forever, I genuinely feel like I've known you for a long time. And...I got you a Christmas present."
Ben shook his head as (Y/N)'s face melted into a bemused expression.
"This isn't coming out right but-" he rubbed a hand over his face and (Y/N) watched as his shoulders melted and when he lifted his head out of his hand, she knew he'd made a decision.
"I like you. A lot. And I know you've known my family for a while and my brother's your best friend and my mum's your second mum but. Fuck. I just. I really like you and ever since I saw you I thought you were gorgeous but then we talked and you were funny and so smart and,"
He sucked in a huge breath as (Y/N)'s head kept spinning with what he’d just revealed to her.
"That's why I got you this and I wanted to give it to you at the perfect moment so. Merry Christmas."
He shoved the present towards (Y/N) who just barely grabbed it before it rammed into her stomach.
"Wha-. Ben. I-"
She stopped as Ben frantically shook his head,
"Please just open the present before you give me an answer," his eyes widened at how that could have come across, "Not like, I want that to change your mind but. I don't know. Just. Please open it."
(Y/N) nodded. Looking down at her hands and letting out a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.
Ben noticed how her hands quivered as she pulled the ribbon off. His eyes stayed locked on her hands. He couldn't stand to look at her face until he heard her gasp.
Eyes trailing up to meet her face, his whole body melted.
One hand over her mouth, her eyes were watering at the necklace.
"Ben...it's beautiful. I. I don't know what to say." She let out a watery laugh as Ben leaned toward her,
"There’s another thing in there. It goes with the necklace."
Sniffing, she picked up the book underneath the necklace and let out a peal of laughter.
'You remembered!"
"Of course. You said you needed more books of poetry to really be a pretentious ass."
"God. This is amazing. But these actually look like amazing poems." She consented as she quickly flipped through the pages.
Shaking herself before getting too sucked into the book, she blinked her eyes up at Ben.
"Will you put this on for me?" Brandishing the sun necklace between them.
Nodding, Ben took it with shaking hands.
Turning, she moved her hair out of the way, and tried not to gasp as Ben's fingertips grazed the back of her neck.
"Okay. It's on." he whispered.
Turning back around she locked eyes with him. Realizing they were still very close to each other.
"How does it look?"
Swallowing thickly, Ben leaned closer.
"It looks amazing."
"Good." She whispered against his lips and Ben's only reply was to press his lips to hers.
Grabbing his arms, she moaned at the muscle’s flexing underneath her fingertips. Ben wrapped his arms around her waist. He tried to pull her closer and cursed their layers.
(Y/N) would have stayed entwined in Ben's embrace all night if a brilliant flash hadn't erupted around them.
Pulling back in surprise, she was met with the sight of every tree in the park covered with a thousand tiny lights.
Gasping, she barely registered Ben laughing at the delighted look that crossed over her face.
As her eyes drank in the sight around her, Ben couldn't help but admire the way the lights were reflected in her eyes.
"What is this?"
"It's a park I discovered one year when I was walking alone. They do this every year from the first of December to New Year's Eve. I haven't told anyone about it. I wanted to share it with someone who was really special to me."
Ben didn't know which was shining brighter. The lights on the trees or (Y/N)'s eyes.
"I really like you too."
"Yeah?"
Nodding emphatically, (Y/N) snaked her arms around his neck. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you really."
"Hmm. Seems like someone is stealing my lines."
"It sounds better coming from my mouth though."
"I bet a lot of things sound better coming from your mouth. Princess." Ben growled before claiming her lips as his.
Moaning, (Y/N) had to stop herself from straddling Ben then and there.
Breaking apart from Ben's lips was the toughest thing she'd ever had to do.
"My apartment's not far from here actually."
"Yeah?"
"Come with me."
Smiling at how she turned his own command on him, Ben grabbed her hand and together they ran through the cold toward the bright lights of (Y/N)'s cozy apartment.
~
Waking up the next morning, (Y/N) was briefly confused by the brief weight around her torso.
When she felt the steady rise and fall of Ben's chest, she sank back into him as memories of last night flooded through her, causing her to press her thighs together to stave off the wanting that had appeared again.
Hearing her phone vibrate, she carefully reached an arm out to make sure Angela hadn't called a search party on them.
Ben texted me. Angela's fine but I had to talk her down from subscribing to wedding magazines. x
Snorting, she shot a heart emoji to Michael as she felt Ben's lips press into her shoulder.
"Morning, princess."
Moaning, she turned to face him. "Your morning voice is the hottest thing in the world."
"Yeah?" he cocked an eyebrow as (Y/N) nodded.
Ben took a moment to consider it.
"Then you clearly haven't seen yourself first thing in the morning wearing only that necklace."
Shivering at Ben's finger pressing the charm into her skin, she smiled.
"Figured you'd like that."
"Like it? I love it."
Smiling, she burrowed further into his chest and said through a yawn, "Will you read a poem to me?"
"Of course, darling." Planting a kiss on her head, Ben reached over to grab the book of poetry from the bedside table. They'd fallen asleep after reading each other poems from it last night.
Paging through it, Ben stopped when he found the perfect one:
Light.
Sun.
Gold.
Your Smile.
Your
Heart
Your love.
Your love for me.
All golden.
They spent the rest of the day alternating between the bed, the kitchen and a walk back to the park with the lights where they promised to each other to return back to it every Christmas Day.
#ben hardy#ben jones#ben jones fic#ben hardy fic#ben hardy fluff#ben jones fluff#Christmas!Ben#Holiday fic
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3 𝓪𝓶 ~ 𝓡.𝓣𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓪
warnings : #none #this shits cute #swearing #sneaking out(?)
content: prev. established relationship. basically he misses you and you guys go out at 3 am.
word count : 2513
pairings : Tanaka Ryūnosuke x reader
Finally. Sleep at last. It took so long to go to bed; the anime you had been waiting for for so long had finally dropped its first season at 6 pm, and you binged your way through the whole thing. So by the time your head hit the pillow it was …. 1 am? Not too bad, you thought to yourself as your head finally hit the pillow.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Your brows furrowed, still groggy from sleep. That stupid tree branch. You knew you should've told someone that it's gotten dangerously close to your window. First thing in the morning, then.
Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap. It became more insistent. Your blood rushed to your ears. It's just the tree branch... Right? Remnants of sleep leaving your system, your nerves were on end. Slowly, your head peeked out from under your covers, twisting towards your window, without your body moving an inch. There seemed to be no shadow of anything, so you stood up slowly, and grabbed the bat you left under your bed.
You slid across the wall and made your way over to the window. Still, nothing could be seen from outside. Your ears filled with the sound of your pulse, you forced your hand to the latch that unlocks the window, and threw it open, and at the same time swung the bat out the opening.
“What the fuck, babe” a voice cried from the other side of the window followed by scuffling. Your ears picked up at the sound, and you threw your curtains to the side.
“Ryu?” You said exasperated, breathing heavy from the adrenaline. “What the hell are you doing here, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Answer your phone once in your life, and you won't get scared,” He heaved, hand over his chest, “I almost died, you know. Your damn bat literally grazed my lashes.”
“My phone…what are you talking about?”, you stomped your way over to your phone, “You never called me, what are you talking about…” 4 missed calls and 12 messages.
You turned around, sporting a guilty smile, to see your boyfriend staring at you, eyes sharp, and lips curled in a sly smirk. “Gonna say something?”
“You gonna come in or you want me to come out?” You avoided the question, rubbing your eye and pulling down your shirt over your pajama pants.
“Come sit out here with me, it's pretty,” he smiled, pulling his hood off. You crawled out your window onto the small sliver of roof, ducking under the branch that pressed up against your window. He held out his hand for you to stabilize yourself as you sat down beside him, tucked into his side.
You tilted your head back to look up at his face. It’s amazing how often it would slip your mind how good looking he actually was. His face had a tinge of pink to it from the crisp fall night air, his nose red from being nipped by the cold. Sharp eyes with stars dancing in them as he watched the night sky, his jaw just as sharp. With his chaotic personality, it was almost impossible to forget just how serene moments like this with him are.
He noticed you looking up at him, and hummed in response, squeezing his arm around you before running his knuckles along the bare skin of your arm. “Whatchu lookin at, huh,” his smirk replaced the calmer expression he previously had on, and you rolled your eyes and poked his ribs.
“So why are you here?” You quirked up a brow, “It’s the middle of the night, shouldn't you be home?”
“Yeah, but Saeko’s got friends over and they're so freakin’ loud I can’t even hear my own thoughts” He grumbled, his head gets thrown back and it thunps against the bricks of your house.
“Don’t act like you were even sleeping, you liar,” You laughed. “And aren’t you used to this by now? She's always got people over. You sleep like a log, anyway.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay fine. But do I really need a reason to wanna come over?”
“At 2 am, yeah.” Your hand cupped his face and his cheeks squished together. Even under the darkness, you could see his face go red, and not just from the cold. His eyes wandered everywhere but to yours.
It was cute, you always thought. How even after dating for so long, he’d still get bashful and turn into a blushing mess over the smallest things. Things you’ve done multiple times, he would randomly get flustered over. Hugs, kisses, small intimate moments. You fell for him more each passing day, if it was even possible to fall for someone that hard.
“Well, too bad. I don’t have a reason. I came to see you just because I can,” He puffed out his chest, and your hand slipped. He smiled, “I’m just that nice of a boyfriend.”
“You came here with no reason? Then what are we gonna do, stare at each other?”
“If you let me, yeah.” He said. Now your own face flushed. It didn’t even make sense how the same boy who would randomly get flustered over a hug coils say things like that with such ease. He didn’t even realize what they did to you, which made them affect you that much more.
“Oh my god, shut up,” You mumbled, shoving your face into your hands and falling into his chest. His laugh rang through you, shaking in chest, and his arms wrapped around you again, pulling you close out of the cold.
“You’re freezing, oh my god I’m so stupid,” He panics, and nudges you to move for a minute. “Here, take this.” He pulls off the puffer jacket he’s got on and draped it over you, leaving him in his olive green hoodie.
“You’re not cold?” You ask, pulling the collar closer to your chin. He shook his head, “I’m good. Got a shirt under this,” he motioned to the hoodie.
“Weirdo, who wears shirts under their sweaters,” you stuck your tongue out at him, and he flicks your forehead. He pulled your legs over his own, and tucked you back into his side.
A stray cat wandered underneath the lamp post across the street, no cars in sight. The silence was welcomed, both just enjoying each other's presence for a while. Your schedules had gotten really hectic, with his team going to nationals in a few weeks. You honestly couldn't have been any more proud of him.
“Just missed you, you know” He muttered. His temple rested against the crown of your head, tugging your legs even further across his own, hand on your thigh. “Missed you so much. Practice is a lot. I love it, you know that. The guys are all great, amazing. They all work so hard, so I can't just .. not work as hard as them, you know.” He kissed your head, and you look back up at him, your hand going to hold his.
“You’re doing so great,” a chaste kiss is pressed to the back of his hand. “You work so hard,” another kiss to his other. “I know everyone's so proud of you,” a kiss to his forehead. “And you have no idea,” to his cheek, “How proud you make me,” his other cheek. “Never wanna imagine my life without you,” and finally to his lips.
His hands seemed frozen in place for a minute, before going to the small of your back, pulling you in further. Your hands find purchase on the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheek bones.
You missed him. It's been over a week since you guys hung out outside of school, and even then it was cut short sometimes by practice. Not that you would ever hold it against him. He tries his best, he really does. His team relies on him. He relies on them. The way he is on the court - it's like he’s a different person. It’s all the best qualities of him brought to the surface. Determined, stubborn, loyal, reliable, uplifting. Everything you loved about him.
What felt like hours later you pulled apart, and rested your foreheads against one another. He smiled before pecking your lips one last time.
“Okay, I know what we're doing.” He smiled proudly. Your eyes followed him as he made his way to stand up on the small sliver of your roof on your side of the house.
“Going to sleep?” you said, as he held out a hand to get you up.
His head shook, “Nope, corner store.”
“What?”
“Corner store. You know, that place that sells buns and drinks and snacks and shit,” once you're on your feet, he hops over onto the tree by your room. You watch him, mouth still open in confusion as you watch him climb down. When he’s down on the ground, he looks back up at you, and beckons you down to him. “C'mon babe, come down.”
“Are you crazy, I can't climb down that thing.”
“Sure you can,” he says, grinning. “You do it all the time.”
“Not in this dark!”
“I’ll catch you, don't worry.”
Mulling it over in your head, you eventually rolled your eyes and gave in. “Gimme a sec.”
“Hurry up, baby.”
“Shh, not so loud!”
“Woops, sorry.” He smiled, a toothy grin flashing up at you, swinging back and forth on his heels. He whisper-yelled, “Hurry up!”
You ducked back into your house to check if your parents were still asleep. When you saw them snoring away in their rooms, you crept back downstairs to grab a random pair of shoes. Back in your room, you picked up the first hoodie you could find - Tanaka’s old one, all black with a red pocket on the front - and your phone and wallet. You scoot your way out the window, pulling it down without locking it.
Climbing down the tree was so much harder than he made it look. He stuck his arms out to you on the last branch, and you half jumped half kicked off the tree trunk. He caught you with little problem, and the two of you ran down the street light lit road, stumbling over your own two feet.
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The fluorescent lights flickered. You grabbed the bag of chips from the corner and tossed it into the corner of the cart by your foot. Tanaka grabed another bag you pointed to that was out of your reach and dropped it on your head. You cover your head too late, and tilt your head all the way back to glare at him. In one swift motion he's grabbing your chin and leaning down to kiss you, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip once before pulling away.
Your eyes stay closed for a second longer than his ego should witness. Once they open, you can literally see his eyes shining and that stupid grin plastered right across his face.
“Push this damn cart, Ryu.” you laugh and turn around in the cart, so that you're facing him with your back at the opposite end of it. “I want candy.”
“Of course, what am I a heathen?” He shoves the cart and lets you glide for a while, your eyes widening in a plea for him to not let you knock into anything. “It’s not a 3 am snack run without candy, duh.” He catches up to the cart and stopped it before you rolled into a stack of toilet paper. He avoided the glare you sent him, and turned you guys into the next aisle.
You pulled out your phone to take a video of him studying the candy aisle, talking to himself. The second the video starts, you’re instantly reminded of the fact that you had to put your flash on earlier, and bright light shines into his face abruptly, ruining your plan. He covers his eyes before grabbing the camera and turning it to the two of you and a squeal leaves your lips. Cupping your chin again, he’s tilting your lips up towards him and right before smashing them to yours, the question leaves his mouth.
“This okay?” You nod, your stomach doing flips. He stays there smiling down at you, too long for your liking, and you take the initiative, grabbing the drawstrings of his hoodie in your hands and using it to tug him down to meet you.
You don’t see it but his eyes widen from the abruptness of it all. He may seem smooth, but whenever you one up him he’s flustered all over again. He recovered though, tongue sweeping over your lips, gaining access and then sweeping over your own tongue. He’s hovering over you, bent so far over due to his height. He’s got a hand holding the railing of the cart, so he doesn't fall over, the other’s got the phone still pointed towards you, and you can feel the light of the flash on the back of your eyelids.
You don’t pull apart until you hear shuffling from behind you, and you pull back long enough to see some dude trying to get by. You immediately push Tanaka back, who’s eyes flutter open, and see the dude glaring at you both. A meek “sorry man” slips his mouth and he turns to grab the cart and move you both out of the aisle.
Once you've both left the aisle you look at each other and muffle your laughs into your hands. Tanaka’s got the camera pointed at you, as you laugh in that sleepy state you're both in. He smiles as you cover your face with your hand stretched outwards to block it from the camera. He motions for you to come closer, and the metal bars of the cart digging into your knees as you lean over closer to him. Another kiss presses to your lips, this time less intense. Softer, loving, more meaning. He pulls away and looks at your eyes, your own mind still reeling from all of his straight forwardness today.
He pushed you both to the front to pay for your items, the cashier half asleep himself when he’s scanning your items. The walk back, he’s got his arm around your shoulder and holding your plastic bag with the chips and candy in it. You’ve got your own arm slung around his waist and you walk together, passing one of the drinks you bought between you two, laughing and talking about anything and nothing.
You’re talking about something that happened in your class yesterday, and he’s watching you, listening to you. But somewhere in your story, he doesn't hear you anymore. All he hears is his heartbeat in his ears. All he sees is the stars in your eyes, the way the light dances across your skin, the way your head tilts back as you laugh at whatever you were remembering.
You look up at him and your lips tilt up to the side, “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah, of course. That dude said something to Noya and he said something back and ... yeah,” He grabbed you down in a headlock, laughing. When you came back up you rip his beanie off his head and place it on your own. You stick your tongue out at him, before saying “Ugh now I gotta start over.”
“If it means I get to listen to your voice some more, I should just pretend I don’t hear you every time.”
“Lover boy,” You scrunch up your face and kiss his cheek, and he makes a mental note to not take back the beanie when he drops you off at home “Anyways, basically what happened was...”
And its this moment, at 3 am, on a deserted street, with you in his old hoodie and his hat, when he realizes that the only thing that matters any more is you. That he doesn’t do anything to fuck up what you two have. He can’t afford to do anything to fuck it up, because he knows this is it for him. You’re it for him. Always will be.
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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-Six
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The only sound is the clock ticking on our lawyer's desk, and the soft pattering of rain coming down.
"Just sign and initial and we'll get these back to the judge for approval." Nikki's lawyer tells us and I rub my lips together.
We both grab the pens he hands over to us, hesitantly, and Nikki clears his throat, his hand hovering over the first page of lines to be signed.
If he signs them, I'll sign them, I say to myself.
His pen presses to the paper, and it's as if he's trying to force himself to sign them...nothing happens, though.
The lawyer notices this.
"They can't be registered for approval if they're not signed." He adds, looking at the both of us.
Nikki just rolls his eyes and taps his foot, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask him softly, hoping to God he says, "no."
"Yeah, Vivian. I'm sure." He states, still looking at the papers, pen still…
I get the "V" of my signature written and he looks down and scribbles across his paper, standing up.
"Fuck this, c'mon." He hisses and I look at him, wide eyed as he grabs my hand and pulls me up.
"W-What?" I ask.
"I'm retracting." He tells his lawyer as he walks out, taking me with him.
"Nikki, what the hell are you doing?" I ask him, confused as we walk down the stairs of the law firm.
"I've broken every fuckin' vow except 'till death do us part' and I'll be fucked to hell if we stuck it out and stayed with each other after the worst bullshit just to fucking divorce." He tells me.
One Month Earlier
I went to see him to try to understand where exactly we were in our relationship, if he even really wanted a divorce or if he was just wanted to start over, but, like always…
"I don't understand why you're being so stubborn, Viv--"
"--Because you want me to sign papers you filed less than 24 hours after you freaking died, Nikki!" I whisper yell.
"I assure you, I'm well aware!" He replies in the same quiet tone. "Sign the fucking papers."
"None of my grandparents ever divorced, my parents aren't divorced, I am not getting divorced. I'm a Christian, we don't do divorce."
"Well, you're not supposed to do sex before marriage or adultery, either, but that sure as shit didn't keep your panties on." He mumbles.
"Do you really bring up who did what because I assure you, your list is a hell of a lot longer than mine." I reply.
"Oh, is it?"
"Oh, it so is and you know it is."
He covers his ears and glare at him, flaring my nostrils.
"Are you serious right now?"
"I can't hear you." He tells me and I reach across the table and snatch his hands away from his ears, scowling.
"You are acting like a child right now!" I scold him.
"Now you know how I feel while trying to get you to just sign the damn papers!" He replies, crossing his arms. "But if you stay like this I might reconsider." He adds, his eyes on my chest where I'm leaning over.
"You aren't even taking this seriously, Nikki." I shove at his shoulder before sitting back down and he chuckles.
"I am, too," He argues. "You just look good."
"You're changing the subject."
"I can't compliment you?"
"Not when it's just to change the subject."
"I'm not changing the subject."
"Just like you to file for a divorce and then not want to discuss it with the woman who's put everything into the marriage you want wiped from existence."
"Now, you're pissing me off."
"You pissed me off when I got those damn papers with no warning."
"That's a lie, Vivian, the past year has been a fucking warning--especially with the amount of times you've thrown divorce in my face if I didn't straighten up. Remember that?"
"That's different. It was incentive to get you to act right."
"I didn't have any 'act right' left in me by that point." He states. "Unless it was for you." He smirks and I kick him under the table.
"Quit being a pervert."
"That's not perverted."
"This is a serious talk, Nikki, and you're trying to get out of it."
He opens his mouth to talk but I cut him off.
"And I swear to God if you say, 'I'm trying to get you out of something,' I'm going to come across this table and make you wish you had died."
"Is that a promise?" He raises a brow.
"I forgot how ridiculously immature sober Nikki is." I hiss.
"No, no, baby, this isn't even 'sober' Nikki. This is 'I don't have even the slightest sprinkle of anything in me for the first time in ten fucking years and I'm slowly starting to lose my fucking mind just a little bit' Nikki. Now just imagine staying married to this." He explains to me and I cut my eyes.
"Why the hell are you trying to convince me to want to divorce you?"
"Because you told me to fucking divorce you, remember?"
I furrow my brows.
"The day I got home and we got into that argument and you told me to just divorce you. So I'm trying to."
"You know that's not what I meant, Nikki."
"What the fuck did you mean, Vivian, because you fucking said, 'just divorce me then'."
"I didn't mean the next fucking day."
"You're crazy." He tells me.
"I'm crazy? I tried to throw myself off of a balcony when I thought you died and you thought it'd be a good idea to break up with me hours later?! Are you sure I'm the only crazy one?!"
"You told me you wanted out--multiple times."
"And you told me you loved me."
"Oh, oh, oh, woah, woah, wait a damn minute, that was a fucking coke binge mixed with alcohol, talking."
"Wasn't much talking, just a lot of crying and begging." I point out and he shakes his head a little, rolling his jaw. "Just for you to come home and file for divorce."
"Fuck you, Vivian."
"Fuck you, Nikki."
We both puff up and pout, arms crossed, glaring at each other with "go to hell" looks.
"...So?" Doc asks us when he comes back to check in on us.
"She's still that bratty little spoiled prude that would argue with me for the hell of it that she was when I first fucking met her." He snaps.
"And he's still Satan's evil Spawn." I bark.
"I'm about to take you to the bathroom." He threatens me.
"I'd rather have sex with Bret Michaels." I shoot back.
"At the rate you're going, I believe it."
"Do we need to talk about the threesome you had with Tansy and Vanity, now, or…?"
"Wasn't Tansy." He states.
"Really? Then who was it with?"
"Let's not do this here." Doc says quietly, apparently we're getting louder than we thought, other visitors and patients glancing at us uncomfortably.
I wanna see them be married to Nikki Sixx and try to handle their shit quietly.
"Sign the damn papers, Vivian." Nikki tells me as I stand up, grabbing my purse and scoffing.
"You and your damn papers can go burn." I mumble to him.
"You know I'm right!" He calls after me, I just flick him off, turning my hand to him as I walk away.
When I get back to the house, I'm faced with the boxes I've got stacked and packed, groaning at the mess I've made trying to get our things sorted out--well, my things.
"Viv?!" Sharise calls from our guest bedroom.
"It's me!" I call back, hearing Whisky running from where she is to me.
"Hey, baby boy." I greet him, patting his head.
"I didn't know what to do with this," she carries down the big white box with my wedding dress in it. "And Sky's asleep, she's had a big afternoon with woof-woof." She states, using Skylar's nickname for Whisky.
"Aww," I say and take the box from her and carry it to the dinner table. "I haven't opened this since we got married."
"I wonder if you could still wear it." She adds and I raise my brows.
"Hell, if I know." I mumble. "I'm not gonna need it anymore."
"Oh, don't say that." She tells me.
"He's serious about the divorce, Sharise." I state.
"He's gone through a lot of stuff, Viv. You both have. He's not thinking clearly."
"Well, I am, and I don't want a freaking divorce."
"Yeah, but that's you." She reminds me. "I'm sorry it's something you're having to go through but you don't need to be with someone that wants to leave the marriage."
"I guess."
"Or you two will work things out and it'll be fine." She says next, optimistic.
"Work it out…"
I'm hunched over the toilet a week later at the house, puking my guts up, trying to take deep breaths as I think I finish, only to be met with another wave of vomit, my throat and nose burning as regurgitated stomach acid stings at it.
"Shit." I grumble to myself, taking deep breaths…
I glare at the positive pregnancy tests--the reason for my nausea, mainly.
"Damnit, Vivian." I say to myself, tiredly, trying not to start crying.
Whisky's standing under me and I just sit on the bathroom floor and cry, hugging the dog when he gets closer to me to run his nose against my hand.
What the hell am I going to do? What the hell am I going to tell Duff? What am I going to tell Nikki? I want him to stay with me but I'm pregnant with a baby that isn't even his. I know he knows about me and Duff, now, but a baby from it would be a constant reminder that, "hey, remember that time you and your wife fucking hated each other and she fucked Duff McKagan while you were overdosing?"
I hit myself internally, wiping my eyes.
I knew this was a risk, so I'm not surprised--just pissed at myself.
I'm not on birth control, I don't like condoms, I'm lucky I don't have an STD but a fucking baby with Duff?
What's my dad going to think?
What's Duff's family going to think, especially if by some miracle Nikki and I do stay together...what will happen with his chance to find someone else. Most women in their 20s in L.A. don't want to play step-mom right now.
The press will have a field day with this…
My mind shifts to Nikki's granddad.
Damn it.
I glance at the clock that reads 1:34a.m. and let out a breath, exhausted, before opening the bathroom drawer and putting the pregnancy test in it, sniffling.
I rummage through our cabinets for something to help me sleep, finding some NyQuil.
I decide to take it since the only reason I had a reaction to it last time was because I mixed it with my antidepressant, and I go lay down, looking at Whisky getting in beside me, laying on Nikki's side of the bed, my mind plucking at a familiar sight not too long ago.
"Where the hell is Nikki at?!" I hear Doc shout over the bustle backstage, and I furrow my brows, stopping my conversation with Tawny Kitaen--who's here with David Coverdale--as Doc looks at me.
"You know where the fuck Sixx is?" He snaps at me.
"No, I came with Sharise and Heather." I tell him.
"Is Nikki even fucking here?!" He shouts next.
"How the hell am I supposed to know, Doc?!" I yell back, getting pissed.
"Maybe because you're his wife?" I hear someone cut in, sounding irritated, and I slowly turn around and see Bobby Dall leaned against an amp, his arms crossed.
"Maybe lick my twat." I snap back, harshly.
"I'm missing a fucking bassist that's supposed to go on in fifteen fucking minutes!" Doc yells over everybody, making me and Bobby shut up our bickering that's about to inevitably start. "Has anybody seen or heard anything from Nikki Sixx?!"
We all glance at each other, not saying a word.
"Fuck!" He outbursts, storming away to call the office back home.
Bobby huffs out a breath and pushes past me and Tawny, while I just glare daggers into him.
It was Day on the Green, a big music festival in Oakland, California, and on the second day, Whitesnake, Poison, and Mötley Crüe were set to perform. But once it was Mötley's turn, nobody could find Nikki. I had come with Sharise and Heather. Nikki had attempted to kick smack, again, so we all thought that's what delayed his arrival...come to find out…
"I've been up three fucking days freebasing, Tommy, alright?" He snaps to a pissed off Tommy and Vince after, "You're fucking shooting up again," leaves Tommy's lips.
The guys are pissed off--the most pissed I've ever seen them at Nikki--and the fans, who've been waiting for nearly an unacceptable amount of time for Mötley Crüe, are bustling with impatience as Nikki steadily drinks from a bottle of Jack to bring himself down some.
He glances at me and snarls.
"Get her outta here. I can't do shit with her looking at me like I'm dead." He snaps to Fred and I roll my jaw and leave him be.
By the time the show goes on, it's so obvious that Nikki's out of it, his eyes wide and wild, his brain fried…
Once the part of the show happens where Vince brings out bottles of Jack for Nikki and Tommy to chug on stage, I feel my eyes water, seeing Nikki scrambling to get up where he threw himself down the stage, to grab the fifth of Jack from Vince.
He chugs half, Tommy chugs half, and when Nikki comes to grab some water to try to keep up and finish the show as strong as he can, he takes two big gulps of water and hisses a bit of it back up, coughing and hacking.
I'm assuming he grabbed Micks straight vodka by accident.
The show ends soon, and Nikki's slobbering drunk, looking tired and worn down.
"I'm fuckin' going home." He tells Doc, pushing past him. "Vivian, baby, c'mon." He tells me, surprisingly gentle, slurring and taking heavy breaths.
I think he's just that damn tired.
"You don't want to stay and try to sober up some?" I ask him, calmly.
"No, I just wanna go home." He repeats.
I tell the girls and boys, 'bye,' right before Doc hammers us with when we need to be at the airport to leave for the next shows on the tour.
I can see Nikki being bombarded with Doc, bitching him out for being late while simultaneously threatening him if he doesn't get his shit together before they do the next line of shows...his eyes growing more and more distant with each word.
"You know how many fuckin' people you disappointed tonight, Nikki?" Doc asks him next.
"Doc, he gets it, alright." I interrupt since Nikki's not saying anything to him. I take Nikki's hand and pull him to the door.
"He obviously doesn't get it, Vivian." He bites at my heels, following after us.
"I get it, you're pissed, but can we please do this another time?" I hiss, snapping around to him, glancing around at the different roadies backstage, some of the members of other bands and their girlfriends and wives looking uncomfortable with Nikki getting his metaphorical asshole torn into a million pieces by Doc.
"You've both been saying that for the past year, Vivian, so no. We can't do this another time." Doc tells me, fed up.
"Well, me and him are." I argue, turning back around and grabbing Nikki's arm to keep walking.
Nikki's not even here mentally. It's like he's sedated.
"Just go ahead and enable him, Vivian." Doc outbursts to me, still behind us with each step, and I turn and throw my fist to his face as hard and fast as I can, hearing a satisfying crack in his cheek.
Eyes widen around us, Fred is rubbing his face as he steps to us, Tommy, Vince and Mick glaring at me...they can all think Nikki Sixx married a batshit bitch.
I don't care anymore.
When we get on the plane Nikki flew in on, he sits down and stays quiet as I sit across from him.
The only thing he tells me the entire hour and a half worth of flight is, "I've fucking done it again," I'm assuming in reference to messing things up.
He locks himself in the closet when we get home, and I spend the night wide awake, staring at Whisky where he's laying on Nikki's side of the bed.
"You and me again." I say to him, reaching out and rubbing his head as he stretches.
I blink the memory back, still looking at Whisky.
"You and me again."
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Somebody Else
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader
Warnings: Language, cheating, drinking, that bastard Hamilton, also that bastard Jefferson, angst, and a whole bunch of sad
As I patiently struggle through school, I will leave you with some EMOTION! I haven’t ever really wrote such a fic with no happy ending (spoiler!but not really) and I think it really brought out the worst in me....OH WELL, enjoy! I promise to give you a happy ham fic next time! Oh and low key was listening to Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin before writing this, but it’s not exactly how the song is. Let me know if you want to be tagged!
Alex knew she wasn't a party girl, he knew she would much rather stay at home and binge watch a show, or even go out and eat at diners and grab milkshakes at the early hours of the morning. But not party.
Y/N knew how important this party was for him, she knew that even if it was a stupid frat party, his friends invited him and after such a long day of bickering back and forth with Jefferson, he needed a break. She knew he wanted to go to the party and hang around people that would make him forget about it.
Alex said if he was taking a break, so was she.
It was at a frat house about four blocks away, so they walked, enjoying the nice breeze of October and holding hands. Alex smiled at her, thanking whatever god helped him convince her to go with him tonight.
It was like something in a movie, people scattered both in and outside the house, beer cans everywhere. There was loud speakers inside blaring music, and couples making out in corners. People were playing beer pong in the small loft by the kitchen, and the living room was full of wasted brains grinding on everything.
"Hamilton, you son of a bitch, get over 'ere," Alex turned to find a tipsy John lean against his shoulder with a beer in his hand.
"How much have you already had to drink tonight, John?" Alex held his elbow to steady him.
"Enough for more," John looked over and saw Y/N. "Damn girl, you lookin good!"
She blushed and rolled her eyes, gripping onto her jacket self consciously. "Thanks, Laurens, not too shabby yourself,"
John gave her a dopey smile, "Now, my lady, if you would let me borrow your boyfriend. There's lots of catching up to do if he's ever gonna catch up to my level," He started humping Alex's leg, and Y/N laughed as Alex pushed him off him.
"Go for it, I'm gonna grab my own drink," Y/N gave Alex a quick peck and headed over to the kitchen. If she was gonna be here for some hours, she might as well get herself tipsy.
After pushing her way through obnoxious students, she made it to the island that held every possible drink available. She recognized a familiar face standing by the cooler.
"Well, thank god you're here," She smirked and squeezed his shoulder, making the man turn around and smile big.
"Sup, Y/N, I didn't think you'd come," Hercules gave her a hug and offered her a beer, which she gladly accepted.
"I didn't think so either, but Alex had a rough week, he needed a night out," She shrugged and chugged some of her drink.
"But a frat party? How about a club, at least they have decent places to sit at," Herc eyed two girls that were grinding on one guy on the sofa in the next room over. Y/N choked on her drink as she laughed.
After talking for a few more minutes, they walked back into the living room and found John and Alex surrounded by a bunch of other undergrads, John telling a drastic story about something that required lots of hand movements.
"Hercules, please save us from this story!" Anjelica looked at him with wide eyes, looking back at John who was standing too close to her. Y/N snickered, but she agreed, the man looked like he was about to throw up any second.
"Ahh, mon amie, you're here," Lafayette got up from the couch and gave her a hug and a kiss on each cheek. "How are you, cherie? It's been too long."
"I know, it's been pretty busy, but I missed you Laf," Y/N looked up and saw him give her a knowing look. She probably should've visited him a lot sooner.
Alex pulled her over to him and wrapped his arm around her waist, and she got a whiff of just how much he already had to drink. Aaron was standing next to them and rolling his eyes at whatever story John was speaking about.
They stayed like that for another hour, just talking and laughing. Then Alex and Aaron wanted to go rile up James about his friend being the usual prick in class, leaving Y/N standing there lonely with her drink in hand.
"C'mon, kid,” Anjelica threw her arm around her shoulders and lead her to the kitchen. "Let's play some beer pong."
She always knew how to get things off her mind, Anjelica had that perfect mix: fierce and caring.
They played girls against boys, Hercules and his roommate on the other end. John came over and started cheering for both teams, his drunken slurs making them all laugh. He soon left, running after Laf.
Y/N was actually starting to enjoy herself, she was laughing with friends, drinking her worries away, and forgetting her nerves of coming here.
The party didn't stop getting crowded though, somehow more people came in and rooms were becoming too full.
Y/N was trying to make her way into the loft when she ran straight first into a chest, her drink spilling over her jacket.
"Shit, I am so sorry, darling," The southern drawl came from no other than Thomas Jefferson. She had nothing against the guy, didn't even know him except seeing him across campus and hearing the, most likely over-exaggerated, stories from Alexander.
"Don't sweat it," Y/N grimaced as she took off her jacket and shook off the remaining droplets of beer.
"Can I get you another drink?" He was being polite, and his cheeks were blushing from embarrassment. She couldn’t hold it against him.
"You can get me some paper towels and a water," She tucked her jacket under her arm and followed him into the kitchen.
"You're Hamilton's girlfriend right?" Thomas has a look in his eye, something that told her that he was trying to play something.
"I am," She patted down the stain that faded into her clothing, looking up to find him looking at her with endearment. "What, is this your payback at whatever shit you two are arguing about?"
Thomas chuckled, "No, I really didn't mean to. I was just thinking what a lucky guy he is."
Y/N rolled her eyes, she was not going to get into this. But she was raised to be polite, and the man didn't do any harm, she's had worse spilt on her. "Well, thank you, Thomas,"
"Ah, so he talks about me. Well, I should be flattered," He smirked as he leaned against the counter. It made her laugh at the stance. "So, you know my name, do I get the honor of knowing yours?"
"I'm Y/N," She shook his hand and startled as he kissed her knuckles.
"I hope to see you around, don't let Hamilton talk your ear off too much," He hesitated before walking away. "And sorry again about the drink."
Y/N waved and flung out her jacket once more, sipping on the water he got her. She felt more clear headed, but she started getting too hot in the room. She looked at her phone and saw that they've already been there for four hours. Y/N rubbed her head and moved into the living room again. She hadn't seen Alex in a while, and maybe she could convince him to go back home.
Her eyes scanned the crowded room, but between the flashing lights and bodies dancing around, it was hard to find him.
She saw Eliza grinding up against some guy in the corner, but luckily they made eye contact, and she threw a quick wave at her. Y/N waved back and mouthed have you seen Alex?
Eliza furrowed her brows and shook her head, smiling in apology.
Y/N frowned and looked away, not particularly wanting to see her friend dance so seductively.
She eventually spotted him in the corner of the room, at least she thought it was him, she could only see a red shirt that he came here in.
"Y/N, come check thi' outs," John was still slurring and making his way behind her, trying to get her attention. But she was too focused on finally seeing her boyfriends face.
He was standing awfully too close to a girl, one with dark curls and bright red lipstick that matched her dress. Alex had an arm on the wall next to her head and was smirking down at her, whatever she was saying made him smile dirty.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and watched the scene before her, trying to hope that it wasn't leading to what she feared. John was still tugging her arm, but when she pulled away with force, his smile had wiped off and he followed her eyes.
John looked over his shoulder and quickly found Lafayette. "Laf, c'mere,"
Alex grabbed at her hips, saying something that made her throw her head back in a laugh. She looked at him and shook her head. Y/N felt her eyes water as she ran her nails through his hair, pulling it out of the ponytail and Alex's locks fall down to his shoulder.
"Y/N, come, cherie," Laf was the one pulling her arm now, he was more gentle, but Y/N still fought against it. She was gonna stay and watch it. She was gonna watch her boyfriend cheat on her.
The girl was whispering something in his ear and it made Alex bite his lip.
"Y/N, please, he's not worth it," Laf held a hand against her hip.
Alex was leaning in, even from across the room she could tell his eyes were dark.
"Y/N,"
She tugged his arm off him one last time.
Tears ran down her face as their lips finally connected.
She felt sick, Y/N felt her jacket drop from her hands, and she couldn't help let out a sob. People were calling out her name, it sounded like sympathy.
She let the arms around her finally pull her out. She didn't see where she was going, but she eventually made it outside.
She broke down, cried and wrapped her arms around the body closest to her.
"Shhh, I know, mon amour, shhh," It was Laf, thank god. He always knew how to comfort her. And he held her tight, rubbing her back and leaning his head against hers.
"Why...why would he-" Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, letting her tears run down onto Laf's shirt.
"I don't know, Y/N," Laf whispered, and she heard more footsteps come from behind them.
"Fucking bastard," It sounded like Hercules, but she couldn't be sure, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
"Did you find Anjelica?" Laf asked Hercules, leading the girl he was holding off the front porch.
"Yeah, she looked furious. Probably gonna kick his ass, she said don't wait up," There was some shuffling and then Herc was walking away. "I'll get the car."
"Y/N, look at me, regarde moi, ma cherie," Y/N didn't want to, she wanted to just drown herself in his chest and hold onto him until her arms gave out. But as he gently tugged on her chin, her bloodshot eyes looked up into his.
"Don't stress yourself over this, please," Laf looked like he was about to cry himself. "You deserve so much better than that boy, Alex is ècume complète!"
Y/N didn't want to come to reality, but she didn't have any other choice. The man who she spent the last three years with, who told all of her deepest fears and secrets to. The man who made her laugh and forget about everything else. The man who helped her study and danced in the kitchen at two am, who talked her ear off. The man who promised to keep her safe, and to love her. The man she loved.
He just threw it all away.
Lafayette pulled her to the car, and while she was stepping in the front seat she heard her name be called. She turned and found John tripping over to the car. Y/N rolled her eyes, she didn't really want to deal with Alex's best friend right now.
"Y/N, I'm...I'm so sorry-" John was acting pretty sober, considering how much he had to drink that night.
At least someone could control their alcohol.
"Don't, John... don’t. You have nothing to be sorry about," Y/N wipes her eyes and looked at him one last time. "You weren't the one that kissed her."
She shut the door and left John sad and helpless.
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The One With All The Relationships And Surprisingly Good Advice - Chandler Bing x Male!Reader - FRIENDS
Fandom: FRIENDS (1994-2004)
Pairing: Chandler Bing x Male!Reader
Warnings: This Shit Is LONG, Spoilers For Season 3 Episode 19, Fluff,
Notes: This Shit Took All Day To Make, Oh My God. It’s Long Since It’s Literally Every Chandler Scene In That Episode Except For One. But, Uh, Obviously, Enjoy!
"Hello, people who do not live here.”
Phoebe, Ross, Chandler and you turned to the front door of Monica's apartment, to see her standing there, eyebrows raised. “Hi" Phoebe and Ross greeted in unison, Chandler saying "hel-lo" and you merely waved.
"I gave you a key for emergencies" she reminded, hanging up her bag.
"We were out of Doritos" Phoebe told, Chandler and you looking back at the book he was reading, as you shifted on the arm of the sofa he sat in.
"Hey, how'd the date with Mr. Millionaire go?" Ross asked, watching Monica take off her coat.
"'Mr. Millionaire, new from Snooty Playthings'" Chandler teased, altering the pitch of his voice to sound like an infomerical announcer." “Third wife sold separately" he raised his eyebrows, then nodding proudly.
You snickered, lightly pushing his shoulder and looking back to Monica."Seriously, how was it?" You asked.
Monica groaned, walking over. “He's great! I mean, we have such a good time together. He's so funny, and so sweet, and I'm not attracted to him at all!" She exclaimed.
"Still?" Ross then asked.
"No! It's driving me crazy. I mean, in every other way, he's like the perfect guy. He has everything. Plus, he actually has everything.”
Chandler leaned back in his seat, book closed and on his chest. “Life-sized imperial storm troopers from sharper image?" He suggested, head tilted slightly.
"Two." Monica smiled, holding up two fingers.
"Wow." Chandler sat up again, amazed. “Can Joey and I put them on and fight?"
"Why can't I put it on and we fight?" You pouted, turning to Chandler.
"Because you know I'd never wanna hurt you. Joey's my best friend, and he's a real idiot sometimes" Chandler replied, looking up at with with his bright, pretty blue eyes. “Not like you'd ever try to hurt me, anyway.”
You pulled a sturgeon face, "yea, true." You turned back to Monica, ready to ask her another question. But, before you could, Joey came prancing in, singing something.
"Oh mommy, oh daddy, I am a big old baddy!" He cheered, circling the kitchen table."Oh mommy, oh daddy, I am a big old baddy!" Joey repeated, quickly out the door.
Chandler, confused out of his mind, blinked as he turned from Joey, to you, and over to Monica, expecting any reaction or explanation from the woman with the hand on her chest, who had an equal amount of shock on her face.
"I, whole-heartedly, never want to hear Joey say 'daddy' ever again" you stated, raising a finger.
"I guess he must have gotten the part in that play" Ross cleared up, earning an "Oh!" Of realization from Phoebe and you.
"Yea, either that or Gloria Estefan was right- eventually, the rhythm is going to get you" Chandler added, you nodding in agreement.
***
Joey, Phoebe, Monica, Chandler and you all sat around at Central Perk, with the Mr. Millionaire man that Monica recently went on a date with.
"So you're like a zillionaire" Phoebe commented, having you chuckle at that.
"And you're our age, your our age" Chandler squinted, one leg crossed over the other. He had an arm around you, gesturing with that hand as he tried wrapping his head around the fact that Monica's date is richer than rich, but also their age.
"You know what?" Phoebe asked, "you should, like, you should buy a state and then just name it after yourself.”
Monica's date, Pete, scoffed. “Like, Pete Dakota?" He suggested.
Phoebe and Monica laughed. “Yea, or- or Mississipete" Phoebe joked, letting it be Pete's turn to laugh.
"Oh, oh, I got it" Joey pointed at Pete, with an idea. “Pete Chicago.”
Chandler and you exchanged looks. “That's not a state, Joe" Chandler broke it to him, locking eyes with Joey.
"Oh, and Mississipete is?" Joey asked, scoffing.
Chandler, 100% done, turned over to you, looking at you badly concealing a laugh at the look of defeat on his face. “Y'know, (Y/n)'s quite the money man himself" he pointed out.
"Really? What do you do, uh, (Y/n)?" Pete asked, turning to you.
You sucked your teeth, rubbing the back of your neck. “Not myself necessarily, it's- it's my dad, he has this oil company, y'know, uh-”
"Oh, oh, (L/n) North?" Peter asked, you nodding in amazement. “Pretty popular company." After a beat of silence, he announced "I gotta go, so, uh, I'll see you guys later." getting up and out of his seat, going over to the door to grab his coat.
"You're our age!" Chandler repeated, watching Monica follow him.
"So, uh, we still on for tomorrow night?" Pete asked, grabbing his coat and turning to Monica.
"Absolutely" Monica answered, leaving them in tense silence. Until, that is, Monica, out of fear, ruffled his hair and said "now, get out of here, you!" With Joey's, Chandler's, Phoebe's, and your eyes on her. When Pete left, Monica came back over, putting her hands on the arm of the sofa Chandler, Phoebe and you sat on. “Okay, I'm running out of places I can touch him" she forced a smile onto her face. “I mean, is there something wrong with me? I mean, why am I only attracted to guys where there's no future? E-Either they're too old, or they're too young, and then there's Pete, who's- who's...crazy about me, I mean, he's absolutely perfect, and then there's like, zip going on. I mean, seriously, does it sound like there's something wrong with me?" Monica stressed, eyes wide with fear.
"Yea, kinda" Phoebe replied, nodding slightly.
You leaned back, laying on Chandler's chest, who automatically wrapped his arms around you. “Maybe it's because you're rushing into literally every guy you meet, you're trying to make something happen, out of fear. Just go with the flow for a while. I mean, I didn't immediately try to date Chandler when I first met him. I saw he was cute, got to know him, fell for him, 'n' look at us. Perfect stuff takes time, Monnie, c'mon.”
Chandler looked down at you. “You said you didn't think I was cute when we first met".
"Yea, well, I also told you I'm a sucker for floppy hair. You had floppy hair. I thought you'd have put the pieces together by now" you mumbled, smiling up at him.
***
Ross, Chandler, and you were in Chandler's apartment, now. Ross stood glued to the door, looking through the peephole as Chandler and you lay stomach-down on the recliners, holding hands and watching a basketball game on TV.
"Ross, you've got to stop, okay?" Chandler called, making no effort to actually turn and look at him."You can’t just stare through the peephole for three hours!".
"You're gonna get peep-eye!" You added, proud when you heard Chandler giggle and praise you with "nice one, babe.”
"I knew it, I knew it, I always knew she liked him" Ross started. “She'd say no, but here we are, right?" He asked, watching Chandler and you spin around in your seats to face him, "we just broke up first thing she does-"
"You didn't just break up-" Chandler corrected, Ross butting in again.
"Hey, it's been like, three weeks.”
"You slept with somebody three hours after you thought you broke up!" Chandler reminded, gesturing a hand over at him and getting up. “I mean, bullets have left guns slower" he added, helping you up.
Ross shushed him, whispering "here they come, here they come. Oh, if she kisses him goodnight I'm gonna kill myself, I swear. I can't, I can't watch this-" he told, turning to shake his head at Chandler and you, but immediately going back to look through the peephole.
Chandler put his hands on his hips, watching Ross in a disapproving manner as you looped your arms around one of his, holding onto him.
"Come on, date over, date over" Ross silently chanted. “Oh, oh, here we go, she's going in, she's going in-" he giggled, Chandler replying "okay", glad that this would be over. But then Ross' tone changed. “Wait-" he pressed both hands against the door, "he's going in.”
Chandler raised his eyebrows, lowering them as he scoffed and glanced at you.
"He's going in!" Ross repeated, "the door's closed!" He explained, turning to face Chandler and you. “I can't see anything with the door closed!" Ross whined, walking away from Chandler's door.
"And the inventor of the door rests happily in grave" you remarked, earning a quick smile of amusement from Chandler as you both turned around to look at Ross.
"Okay, I have to do something, I mean, I have to- I have to stop it" Ross groaned.
"Stop what?" You asked.
"I don't know! But the- I- I have a feeling that my being there will do it" Ross stuttered."I'll go over, and I'll borrow something...Juice! I need juice!" He declared, going to walk past Chandler, who grabbed him and yelled "no, you can't!"
Chandler pushed you out the way, jumping onto Ross' back as another way of stopping him.
"Look, they must be stopped!" Ross exclaimed, trudging past the fooseball table.
"I am your friend, and I am not gonna let you do this!" Chandler then proclaimed, grabbing onto the table, which he ended up pulling with him as Ross got to the door. “You are surprisingly strong" he looked confused as he said this, almost scared of how strong Ross was. “(Y/n), c'mon, help me, baby!"
You held onto the kitchen counter to stop from falling to the floor from laughing, shaking your head. “Oh, no, no, no, Channy, this is TOO funny!" You cackled as Chandler growled at you, still on Ross' back.
"I need juice" Ross weakly repeated as you calmed down, stepping forward. “People need juice!"
"Look, man..." You started, as Ross repeated what he said while Chandler struggled to finally close the door. “Listen to me!" You called, Chandler's legs walking backwards up the door.
"Juice! They need juice!" Ross cried, one of his own legs on the door, now.
You crossed your arms, watching in bewilderment. “This is so fucking weird to look at" you raised your eyebrows as the two men paused. “Can I please have my boyfriend back- y'know what-" you groaned, pulling Chandler off of Ross and held onto him, keeping your boyfriend close with your arms around his waist. You kissed Chandler's cheek, one of his hands flat on your chest, the other on your shoulder as he looked at Ross like the elder Geller sibling was a madman. “She's moving on, okay? If it's not this guy, it's gonna be somebody else! And unless you're thinking about subletting Chandler's peephole, you are gonna have to get used to the fact that the relationship is over" you explained, banging the counter a 'get used to'. “Okay, man? It's over.” You and Chandler stood in silence, both of you now ready to pounce back onto Ross in case he made a sudden run for it.
Ross sighed. “Yea, okay" he succumbed, "it's just, I miss her so much.”
"I know" you nodded, quickly patting his head.
"You're surprisingly...good at whatever that just was" Chandler mumbled.
"I've had to tell myself similar things in the past, Channy. I'm a natural at this point" you muttered rubbing his side soothingly, kissing his cheek again.
***
Chandler and you sat in his recliners, wearing his loose bath robes over plain shirts. You both faced the TV, then spun the recliners to face each other.
"I don't think this town is big enough for the both of us to relax in" he pointed out, as if the two of you were cowboys about to showdown in some Western movie. He awkwardly raised his fist to his face, lightly blowing it while maintaining eye contact with you. Chandler blinked and rolled his shoulders back then announcing "draw!"
At the same time, you both kicked up the feet of your recliners like cowboys would bring out their guns about now. Chandler and you started to laugh, nodding proudly and heads darting to look towards the door when Joey walked in, slamming it shut behind him.
"We weren't doing anything" Chandler blurted out, eyes wide.
Joeys slammed his bag down on the fooseball table, following his roughly-taken-off coat.
Chandler raised his eyebrows as he got up, offering a hand to help you up as well. “Uh-oh, what did she do now?" He shakily asked.
"Just because she went to Yale drama she thinks she's, like, the greatest actress since..." Joey opened the fridge, "since- since sliced bread" he finished, grabbing a bottle of beer and closing the fridge door.
"Ah, sliced bread" Chandler nodded knowingly.
"A wonderful Lady Macbeth" you nodded along, Chandler and you then giggling and nudging each other.
"God, I just- I hate her. I hate her, with her 'oh, I'm so talented' and 'ooh, I'm so pretty' and 'ooh, I smell so good'" Joey complained, mocking the girl in a weird voice, getting higher with each statement.
Chandler and you shared knowing looks with one another, then turning back to Joey. “I think somebody has a crush on somebody" Chandler teased, a hand on the counter.
"Hey, Chandler, can we please try and stay focused on my problem, here, y’know? Also, no shit you have a crush on (Y/n), you're dating, for crying out loud" Joey groaned, gesturing to himself.
You leaned onto the counter with one hand, your other on your hip. “He’s talking about you, you big, big freak" you insulted, looking at Joey with disbelief.
"Oh." Joey shifted on the spot, looking the both of you up and down in judgement. “Oh- oh, you're out of your mind" he cringed, walking past the two of you.
"Hey, you have done nothing but talk about her for the last forty-eight hours" Chandler followed Joey close behind, stopping at the wooden shelf Joey made once Joey walked into his room. “If you were in a schoolyard, you'd be pulling her pigtails and pushing her down now!"
"Because society has you at a young age that if you're mean to a girl, it means you like her" you added, tilting your head up intelligently. You approached Chandler, who instinctively wrapped an arm around you.
"Oh, yea?" Joey asked, now at the doorway of his room. “Then how come I keep thinking about her in all these sexual scenarios and stuff, huh?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he pointed at Chandler, like what he said was just the smartest comeback in the world.
When, in reality, it made all three of you furrow your eyebrows in a mix of confusion and disgust.
"Maybe because what you feel is only sexual attraction towards her-?" You suggested, Chandler nodding and mumbling "okay-" to end the conversation.
***
Chandler lay on his back on the long couch of Monica's apartment, half-asleep with you fast asleep on his chest, the book he was reading now over your head like a hat.
"Hey," Phoebe called, instantly waking Chandler up.
He blinked wildly and looked around at where he was, then down at you. Slowly, Chandler picked up the book and set it on the table, using a finger to fix your hair and brush it out of your face. He smiled lovingly, hugging you like a body pillow, or like his arms was your blanket. Chandler gave Phoebe a shaken double-take.
"Why isn't it Spiderman?" She asked. “You know? Like Goldman, Silverman?"
Chandler cautiously adjusted how he lay on the sofa, careful not to wake you up, but to no avail. He pursed his lips, looking down at you apologetically as you groggily opened your eyes. “Ah, sorry, baby, I wasn't trying to wake you up-"
"'S okay, what's up?" You groaned, squinting over at Chandler with a sleepy smile on your face.
"Uh- Uh," Chandler cleared his throat, momentarily rendered speechless whenever you had that sleepy grin on your face. “Phoebe just asked me 'why isn't is Spiderman'. Like Goldman, or Silverman" he repeated. “Anyways, Phoebe, because it isn't- it's not his last name" Chandler answered, turning to Phoebe with furrowed eyebrows.
"It isn't?" Phoebe looked genuinely surprised.
"No. It's not like...Phil Spiderman" he shook his head.
"Yea, if that was the case, it would be 'Chandler Perfectman', not 'Bing'" you sleepily added, Chandler's cheeks flushing.
"He's a spider...man" Chandler explained, ignoring the heat in his face. “You know? Like, uh, like Goldman is a last name, but there is no gold man.”
"Sometimes, last names derive from what your ancestors were. Goldman and Silverman probably mean your ancestors were gold or silver miners, or silversmiths. Spiderman, if this is the case, would mean your ancestors fucked spiders or something" you noted, lazily raising a finger but quickly dropping it.
"Oh, oh, okay" Phoebe nodded, as if she just learned the true, real meaning of life. “There should be a gold-man!" She told, eyes going wide in realization.
Chandler nodded and raised his eyebrows, turning back down to you quickly.
"Hey." Rachel greeted, walking in and closing the door behind her
"Hey, Rachel." Monica smiled.
"Yo, Monica's here?" You asked, lifting your head up and turning towards the kitchen. “Hi, Monica!" You tiredly waved, not catching Chandler gazing at you in adoration.
"Hi, Chandler's boyfriend" Monica teased, waving back. “How was work?" She asked Rachel, turning back over to her.
"Oh, great. Although, I did sit down where there wasn't a chair" Rachel replied, hanging up her bag and walking over.
"By the way, Ross dropped by a box of your stuff" Monica reminded, turning to quickly point at a white box on the table.
"Oh, well, I guess I had that one coming" Rachel sighed, walking into the living room and around the small table. “I'm just gonna throw it out, it's probably just a bunch of shampoo, and-" she stopped talking when she opened the box, finally seeing whatever was inside.
Confused, Monica, Chandler, Phoebe and you all looked over at her, after you quickly reached up to kiss Chandler's neck.
"Something wrong?" Monica asked.
Rachel didn't answer, silently reaching into the box and pulling out a singular, white shirt, which you were just about able to read 'FRANKIE SAYS' on it, not being able to read the last word. Rachel took a deep breath as she stared at it, her hair hiding her smile as he flipped it to read the words on the front. She chuckled blankly, "no, nothing." Rachel turned and walked into her room without saying another word.
You were still confused, so you looked up at Chandler. “Who's Frankie?"
Chandler pursed his lips and dramatically shrugged, mumbling "I don't know.”
***
Chandler and Phoebe sat on the recliners in his apartment, you sitting securely on his lap as Phoebe sat cross-legged and rocked back and fourth in her recliner like a child. “So, uh, what kind of powers would Gold-man have?" Chandler asked, smiling like an excited kid.
"Okay, well, he would turn things to gold" she stated in a straight-forward manner.
"Ooh, ooh, like King Medias from Greek Mythology!" You recalled, fists balling out of joy. You saw the look on Chandler's faced and decided to clear up his confusion by saying "I sorta had a small Greek mythology phase, growing up.”
Chandler nodded, looking back to Phoebe. “What about things that are already gold?" He challenged, eyebrows raising expectantly.
"Ah, his work is done" is all Phoebe returned.Chandler smiled and nodded, adjusting how he sat as he said "okay, let's play my game now.”
"Okay" Phoebe agreed, uncrossing her legs to sit on the chair properly. “Arr, you yellow-bellied, lily-livered...draw!" She called, Chandler and her both pulling up the feet of the recliners.
You giggled as you bounced when Chandler pulled his feet up, your boyfriend sitting up to wrap his arms around you.
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Late nights, Date nights
Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)
Word count: 4.1 K words
Warning: There is fluff and humour in the beginning and smut towards the end. If you are not comfortable reading it, I have distinguished is with asterisks (*)
Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @junggoku @ethandaddyramsey @edith-eggs1 @ethanramseysgirl (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list 😊)
Songs: Eyes off you by Prettymuch and Unbelievable by Why Don't We
Forgive me if there are any mistakes.
Ethan was pacing around in his office, marching so hard, that it left tracks in the carpet of his office.
C'mon Ethan, Leah is your fucking girlfriend. You can eat her out but, can't ask her out on a simple fucking date??!!
It was their six month anniversary, after months and months of pining over each other. When he thought about it now, he wondered why was he so against the concept? He thought that he was doing the right thing by not giving in, but in the end, he just ended up hurting himself and his Leah.
Leah... His sunshine.
The concept of nicknames never really appeased him. It was such a ‘teenager’ thing to do. When he was with Harper, the word 'babe' made him cringe so hard that it made him want to throw himself off the railing of the mezzanine floor of the hospital.
But with Leah, it was different. She breathed back life into the parts of his soul, which he thought were long dead. She constantly challenged him, pushed him to be a better doctor, a better friend and a better partner. She brought light, to the valleys of abyss and grief. Just like nothing can escape light, Ethan could not escape Leah's affection.
And he didn't want to run anymore..
He had never felt these intense emotions in a very long time. His mother leaving him at a tender age of eleven, made him grow up way to soon. It fucked him up. It made him close up and build walls to protect his heart from such earth shattering pain. It made him distant and cold.
But now he laughed more. Smiled more. And he knew that Leah was the one who saved him.
His salvation. His saving grace. His sunshine.
He decided enough was enough. He spoke to HR and Naveen and they gave them the green light. Leah had already made a great reputation in the hospital for her work ethic, her passion and her compassion. So why waste anymore time?
Ethan was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Leah come in. "Woah woah Ethan. Are you trying to wear the carpet thin? You just got this office?!" Ethan looked up and saw Leah leaning against the door, with a smile. She was wearing a green blouse with a black pencil skirt. Ethan approved mentally.
"Hey sunshine."
"Hey yourself." She said as she closed the door and stepped into Ethan's embrace. He buried his face into her hair, and inhaled the lavender scent, which immediately soothed him. To him, she smelled like spring. She was perfect.
God, could you be any more sappier Ethan? Be a man.
But he knew, that if Leah even looked his way, he would be down on his knees.
"How was your day?" Ethan asked as he kissed her crown.
"It was so productive. I saved a nine year old girl today. Seeing her parents happy... It was beautiful."
"Well, I never doubted you once." He said with a tender smile, cupping her cheeks. "Also, do you have plans for tonight?"
"Yeahhhh, today is just an ordinary day, with no anniversary whatsoever. I was planning on going home and binging on greys-"
"Sunshine, don't talk shit."
"Hey, but you still love me."
"That I do... Anyways I have made a reservation in 'Osteria' tonight to celebrate our anniversary."
"E, you know that I wouldn't mind staying in bed and drinking cheap wine right?"
"I know, but I want to spoil my baby!! Be ready, I will pick you up by seven."
"I will be ready."
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Ethan rolled up to Leah's penthouse and send her a message. He had donned his black tux but had skipped the tie. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his crisp white shirt. He was going to call her again, when he heard a tap on the window. He looked up and the phone almost fell out of his hands.
Leah stood in front of him, wearing a black evening gown. It was an off shoulder, which showed her collarbones. She was also wearing the ruby stone necklace, her birthstone, which Ethan had gifted her on her birthday. Her jet black hair had been tied up to a messy side bun, a few rebellious strands blowing in the night wind. He steeped out to open the door for her when he almost tripped at the sight.
The dress had a slit which almost went up to her thighs, putting those glorious bronze legs on display.
God, she was gonna be the death of me.
"Wow. You look gorgeous Dr. Garcia."
She blushed red. "You don't look so bad yourself Dr. Ramsey." He pecked her on her lips.
"Shall we?" He opened the door for Leah, like a true gentleman.
"Yes, we shall." Leah giggled and stepped in. Ethan walked around and sat in the driver's seat, and they pulled out of the curb.
The entire ride was filled with jokes, heated gazes and silent promises. Ethan had placed his hand on her bare thigh, slowly caressing it. Leah knew that it was risky to wear such a gown, but she took the chance anyway. And now here she was, slowly going crazy with Ethan's hand on her thigh.
She wanted to devour him. He looked delectable and so very handsome in a tux. The open buttons, gave her a peak of his collarbones and she literally salivated. Collarbones have always been her weakness.
Soon, they showed up at the restaurant. After handing of the keys to the valet, and borderline threatening him that if there was even one scratch, he would have a nice chat with the manager, they headed towards the restaurant.
"God Ethan, you are such a Karen." Leah giggled.
"I maybe old, but I got that reference!! And no, I am not. I am particular."
"Whatever floats your boat babe." She linked her hands in his and they headed towards the hostess.
"Welcome sir and ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked.
"Yeah... Please check under the name Ramsey."
The hostess checked the log book for a long time. Ethan started sweating. What was taking her so long?
"I am afraid but, there is no reservation under that name sir." The hostess replied timidly, after Ethan's cool eyes landed on her.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Hundred percent sir."
"But it does not make sense...I called two months before to get a reservation... Do you have any empty tables?" Ethan said, pinched the bridge of his nose, slowly getting frustrated.
"Sorry sir but... All the tables are occupied."
Goddammit Ethan!! You had one fucking job.
He led Leah back to the valet and ran a hand through his hair. "I am so sorry sunshine. I just wanted this evening to go perfect and I had to go fu-"
Leah put a finger on his lips. "No. You haven't fucked anything up. It's the gestures that counts. Also, the night is young."
"But you heard the hostess-"
"Well, I have some ideas on how we can spend our anniversary." Ethan just gave her a quizzical look. She took the car keys from the valet and turned towards Ethan and winked. "Get in the car Ramsey. Get ready for the best night of your life."
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"So your 'best night' includes shopping at Target??" Ethan asked amusement sparkling in his ocean blue eyes.
"Shut up. Where we are going, we need a little more casual clothing."
"But I like your gown. It helps me slip my hand-"
"Shh Ethan!! We are in public. Keep it PG 13 for now." Leah said, as she blushed red. Ethan just laughed, enjoying teasing her.
Leah proceeded to pay for the clothes and pushed Ethan into the changing room with his set of clothes. Ethan simply obliged because by the look of the determined glint in her eyes, he didn't want to be trampled by a woman on a mission.
The dark jeans fit him perfectly and the grey V-neck fit him snugly. He was wearing his slip ons when Leah came out of the dressing room, smoothening her outfit.
She was wearing a black tank top which she tucked into a baby pink skater skirt. On top of the tank top, she had slipped on a denim jacket. "How do I look babe?" She asked as she observed herself in the mirror.
"You know that even if you wore a potato sack, you would still be the prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on, right?" Ethan said earnestly.
She gave a soft smile and kissed his bearded cheek. She plopped down next to him and slipped on her white converse hightops.
"Seriously sunshine? Converse again? You literally have so many at home."
"Well I don't have this style. And you know what they say, 'once a converse girls, always a converse girl'." She said as she brushed him off.
"Sunshine.... literally no one says that."
"It's all in the details, E. C'mon let's go."
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After a half an hour drive, Leah pulled into the make shift parking lot near the docks. They got out and Ethan let out an appreciative whistle. "Wow."
Leah had brought them to the annual fair, where there were tonnes of food stalls and gaming places. The entire place had been decorated with LED lights that were illuminating the Boston night sky. The Ferris wheel stood tall and proud, moving at a gentle pace. The place was littered with a number of game stalls like 'shoot the bottle' and 'ring toss' where people competed to get a prize. Fairy lights hung from the trees around there and a number of people were sitting under them, laughing, eating and drinking cheap beer.
On the other end there were a number of food stalls open, which were being catered by the numerous food joints in the city. The crowd near the ice cream vendors and the cotton candy vendors were unreal.
"Oh. My. God. Ethan they have go karting as well!!" Leah exclaimed grabbing Ethan's arm and pointing towards the make shift track. The karts had designs in various neon colors and the entire track had been painted with glow in the dark paint.
Leah continued to point at the different places and stalls, talking excitedly, but Ethan's eyes stayed glued to Leah's face with a small smile. The child like wonder in her brown eyes made Ethan melt. Her voluminous dark hair blew with the wind, caressing Ethan's face. The way the neon lights reflected on her caramel skin, the way there was an pearly smile on her face and the way she clutched Ethan's arm made his heart do somersaults.
"Are you even paying attention?" Leah asked, breaking Ethan from his reverie.
"Sorry, I didn't get the last part. Was blow away by how beautiful the view is."
Leah rolled her eyes and smacked Ethan's arm. But there was a small smile on her face.
"Let's go to the go karting place."
"Oh yes. Can't wait to see you behind in the dust." Ethan said with a teasing smile.
"Oh honey. I can't wait to see your face after I defeat you. If you think I am going to go easy on you just because I love you, you are very very wrong." Leah said with a coy smile.
"Oh you are so on. Winner can ask the loser anything and buys snacks."
"Let's do this." Leah said as she cracked her knuckles.
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"So...what do I ask you?" Leah questioned herself, with her fingers tapping against her chin. She had won hands down. She got a tacky medal which she decided to wear for the rest of the evening. She just continued to wear a smug smile on her face, so that she could annoy Ethan.
"Please, just get it over with." Ethan groaned as he munched on the caramel popcorn.
"Hmmm.... Which is your favourite place to kiss me?"
"Hmmm..that's a tough question.. see, my favourite place is your pussy but I think your neck would be my favourite place to kiss." Ethan mused.
"Why?" Leah asked as she took a bite of bite of the cotton candy, letting it dissolve on her tongue.
"There are three reasons- One, the moment I kiss your neck, you have that wanton and 'fuck me' expression which drives me crazy. Secondly, the moans you let out are....oh Lord. Just thinking about them gives me a bad case of blue balls. And lastly, you become so wet and ready for me... It makes the experience much more memorable." He said nonchalantly as he continued to munch on the popcorn, seeing Leah's reaction from the corner of his eyes.
Leah was blushing wildly. Ethan may come across as a gentleman but his dirty talk made her knees weak like jello. He could speak things that would make a priest blush. "That's not true." Leah weakly objected as she stuffed her face with cotton candy.
"Oh really? So if I do this.." Ethan reached to place a hot, wet kiss on the spot below her ear. Leah's mouth opened slightly at the intense feeling. Her body flushed wildly. Her toes curled as Ethan continued to lick and suck. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter when his teeth sank into the tender spot on her neck. After what seemed like eternity, he pecked it and moved back to admire his handiwork. "....it won't do anything?" He asked in a husky voice.
Leah didn't dare to look at him because she knew that if she would, her face would betray everything. Also she didn't want to see the shit eating grin on his face.
"Shut up." Leah grumbled as she tore and ate her cotton candy more aggressively.
"But I didn't say anything!"
"I know what you are thinking so shush."
Ethan laughed a deep laugh, his dimples on display as he wrapped his hand around her waist. "It's okay sunshine. You can tie me up and have your way later." He said as he kissed her crown.
"Oh look, there is a shooting booth." Leah said, changing the topic before her mind could go into full fantasy mood of Ethan being below her, moaning her name as she rode him six ways to Sunday.
They reached the stall which was decorated in a western country style. "Howdy! Wanna shoot somethings?"
"I'm a healer but.." Leah picked up the shotgun and loaded it while Ethan rolled his eyes. He will never understand her obsession with anime.
"Shoot all the balloons on that board and then you can choose what prize you want." The guy with the handlebar moustache said.
With quick precision, she shot all the balloons in a matter of seconds. She then twirled the gun around her finger and blew the smoke away. "And that's, how you do it in the wild wild west." She said in a smoldering voice.
Ethan and the gamekeeper had their jaws on the floor.
Could she get any more attractive? Ethan asked himself.
"Damn girl.." the old guy with the funny moustache spoke.
Leah gave out a short laugh. "If you don't mind, can I get those rose tinted glasses?" She pointed to a pair of cat eye sunglasses.
"Sure girlie."
After wearing them she grabbed Ethan and walked hand in hand towards the next booth. "Sunshine, what is the point of these glasses if they can't even cover your eyes?"
"These are stylish and I can wear them when I am going out."
"I don't think I can ever understand your sense of fashion."
"Uh duh!! You guys can't even distinguish between 'peacock blue' and 'turquoise' colour."
"Is there even a difference between them?" Ethan asked incredulously.
"A fine example right here."
Ethan lightly shoved her but Leah just held onto their intertwined fingers. She pulled him to her, went on the tip of her toes and kissed him. Ethan cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly and tenderly. The sounds of people talking, the mainstream pop music playing through speakers, everything disappeared as they kissed each other under the neon lights.
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"Oh god...I am so full!" Leah groaned she leaned back on her hands. They were sitting under a secluded tree, with golden fairy lights hanging off them.
"Sunshine, I think you will have to roll me out of here." Ethan groaned as his hands caressed her bare thighs, which she had thrown over his lap. He picked up their popsicle sticks, and threw them in a perfect arc, into the nearby dustbin.
"I can't roll out a 6 feet something skyscraper on my own. I would die."
"Sucks to be short." Ethan stuck his tongue out.
"Hey your tongue is blue!!" Leah exclaimed.
"And your is red from the strawberry flavour." He observed.
"Wanna make purple?" Leah asked slyly, waggling her eyebrows.
Ethan guffawed at the expression and soon she also joined in his laughter. She clutched her stomach. "Oww....shouldn't try to laugh too much. Gosh, I shouldn't have taken that second helping of Quesadillas."
"C'mon let's take you home." Ethan stood up and grabbed Leah's hand so that he could pull her up to stand. She dusted her skirt and then intertwined their fingers. She leaned against him, as they headed towards the exit.
"Sunshine?"
"Hmm?"
"I had a lot of fun today. Thank you."
"You can thank me in different ways later." Leah said, as her brown eyes darked with desire.
Ethan just smirked and squeezed her to his side.
"That's a promise baby."
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The moment they entered Ethan's penthouse, Ethan pressed Leah against the door. Leah's let out a sharp breath and she looked up at the stormy blue eyes. She could see the desire and the lust swimming in those blues of his and she could also feel the desire in her, ignite like a slow fire.
Ethan cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She went on her tiptoes to meet him half way. With their lips locked in a passionate embrace, she still felt that he was too far away. So, she hooked her fingers on the belt loops and tugged him closer to her.
Getting the memo, he moved closer until they was no space between them except their clothes. Ethan reached to take her jacket off, which he threw across the room. The need to get her naked, writhing and moaning under him, was becoming overwhelming.
She took out Ethan's shirt and moaned when she felt his warm skin on hers. She wrapped her arm around his neck while she laid her other hand on his bare chest. Her dainty fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They caressed his chest, his back, his abs and were about to go lower, to his happy trail when he growled and caught them.
He grabbed her thighs and lifted her so that her legs were around his waist. He took her hands and pinned them against the door. The kiss was a fight for dominance, where nobody seemed to be a clear winner. Leah slipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned appreciatively.
He tastes like ambrosia, sweet nectar and all the good things in life. Leah knew that she could never ever get over the way he tasted.
Ethan lifted her with ease and led her to the first surface he found, the dining table. He moved his hands under her tank top and groaned when he found out she wasn't wearing a bra.
"God Leah, you know how much control it takes to be around you? That when you pull such stunts on me, I just want to bend you over and fuck you on the first surface I find?"
"So what's stopping you?" Leah asked. She pulled him in for another searing kiss.
"After I am done with you...you won't be able to walk for a week." He spoke in a husky voice, filled with need. He took of her tank top and growled appreciatively at the sight of her breasts.
Leah smiled coyly. "Don't make promises you can't keep Ramsey." Ethan just narrowed his eyes and kissed her with so much force, that it made her gasp. His hands reached for her ass and squeezed it.
He then descended on her neck kissing and licking the small droplets of sweat accumulated on her neck. He slowly grinding against her heat, making her aware of how badly he needed her. His hands went from her ass to her breasts. He massaged it before pinching the nipples. Leah yelped. Ethan did not once show her mercy, as he stimulated each sensitive spot on her body. Leah felt as if her nerves were on fire.
He slowly made his way down south, leaving fiery hot kisses on her body. Not having any patience left, he just lifted her skirt up and quickly slid her panties out. Seeing her exposed pussy just made his jeans tighter around his growing erection. He blew air on her wet cunt, leaving goosebumps on their wake. "What are you doing?" Leah asked breathlessly. She was finding it hard to keep her eyes open due to the desire coursing through her veins.
"What we do on a table Sunshine.... Eat." His dark blue eyes met her brown ones and he licked her dripping slit, slowly. Leah thought she was going to loose it at that very instant.
He gripped her thighs and threw them over his broad shoulders and proceeded to eat her out, properly . He swirled his tongue on the sensitive bud of nerves and then went on to stick his tongue into her wet pussy.
He let out a moan, which resonated deep in her core.
He never once slowed his pace. He continued to lap up all the moisture. He alternated between her clit and her cunt. As he pushed his fingers in her, and fucked her, Leah climbed higher and higher. Her stomach started to tighten, with the need to release.
"Oh god...I am gonna come..."
Ethan stopped his hand movements and rose to his full height. Leah's eyes snapped open and she glared at him.
"Fuck you Ethan!! Who the hell gave you the fucking righ- ohhhh."
He shoved his dick slowly into her, enjoying the way her walls clenched around him. They fit each other perfectly. Like two jigsaw puzzles. You couldn't differentiate, where he ended and where she started.
This..this was heaven.
He slowly moved, in and out. But Leah wasn't having it.
"Ethan, I want you to fuck me."
"Are you sure you can handle it sunshine?"
"I ain't no weak bit-" Leah couldn't complete her sentence because at that moment he snapped his hips and started fuking her. He held her hips with one hand for leverage and his other hand gently squeezed her throat, feeling her rapid pulse under his hand.
He did not let go of the punishing rhythm he had set. He moved his hips in such a way that he hit her on that spot which made Leah see stars. It was quite a view for Ethan. The moonlight streaming through the glass facade and illuminating her sheen skin. Her eyes half closed, her breasts moving with every stroke and her legs wound around his hips.
"Please, please, please let me come." Leah choked.
Ethan also felt a tingle in his lower back and his abs constructing. He was close too. His strokes became faster and shorter.
"Okay sunshine. Come."
Just that one word and Leah obeyed. She felt a burst of pleasure rush through her body, setting every part of her alight. She saw fireworks behind her eyelids. She hadn't even come down when, Ethan's release caused her to have another mini orgasm.
It was too much. Way too much. Aftershocks racked her body and tears streamed down her face as she soared through cloud nine.
Without pulling himself out, he gathered Leah in his arms and took her to the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed and pulled out and headed to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Leah winced and felt empty like a crater.
Ooooh boy, gonna feel that tomorrow.
Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath and get her head straight. Ethan slowly wiped her neck, her stomach and her sore centre, instantly cooling her body down. He threw the washcloth into the laundry basket and slid into his bed. He wrapped his strong arms around Leah and pulled her close to him. He bent down to kiss her lips tenderly.
"I love you sunshine."
"Happy six months, babe. I love you." She gave a tired smile and they both slipped into a dreamless sleep.
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