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furiousgoldfish · 4 months ago

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To all of you who are feeling behind on survival skills, worried you won't be able to succeed in life because you're not allowed to learn/not able to learn, I want you to know that some basics are extremely easy to get once you're able to try it on your own, or even just have one person explain it to you.

When I ran away from home, I didn't know how to cook, I wasn't allowed to learn, and first month or so, I was preoccupied with just learning how to cook. What I learned was that it was far more easy than my parents ever made it seem. If you're trying to cook just for proper nutrition and not make some fancy meals, most of what you have to do is heat the groceries, and salt them. If you cut up some vegetables and put them in water an add salt, you will have a soup. If you lay them on a tray and put them in the oven, you've made food. You can put stuff in a pan with some oil and stir it on heat and you have a meal. For basic eating, it can be really that simple. I also was able to pick stuff up just from my roommates, who would happily answer my questions, and a lot of people out there will happily explain to you how they make a certain food, and of course, there's video tutorials for specific meals, if you want to make something more complex. Once you have absolute freedom in the kitchen, you will pick this up rapidly.

I have never used a washing machine prior to running away, and then one person showed me once how to use one, and that was that. I was washing-machine certified after that. I gained extra knowledge about cleaning it on the internet, and some people randomly had tips for me about it. I learned to handwash later as well, and that works good too.

I've struggled at the beginning, to find easy and cheap ways to get stuff; the most common way to get things is to go to the store, but I didn't have a lot of money, and buying things was too expensive for me. I've since discovered just where to find the second-hand markets, how to get people to give me their old clothing so I never have to buy any, how to temper with stuff I have so I wouldn't have to buy anything, at this point I even know how to fix shoes and sew my own stuff. I've fixed blinds on almost every window in here, without even knowing how, I just dismantled everything and figured it out. I've put together closets and lamps. I've learned to open up my own laptop and change the parts inside, I've even changed the screen on my own, by watching a video on how it's done. I've learned how to repaint walls, how to tend to plants, how to maintain a living space. Often I'd see someone else who is able to do these things, and just ask. People who are not parents have no reason to gatekeep this information, and they proudly told me how they do it.

I've learned to organize my stuff to the point where I'm able to easily clean a big mess, and I don't get overwhelmed with things anymore. I've had to do some reading on the internet to figure out the situation with finances and economy, and I also asked some people, got wildly different answers from every person. When I have the opportunity to chat with someone who has a specific job, I ask them about what they do, and have them describe to me how that field of work functions. It gave me insight into a lot of inner workings of society that were previously a mystery to me.

I was able to figure this all out while having zero faith in myself; I believed I was stupid, incapable of survival, honestly thought I would be dead within few months. I was reading army survival guides so I could survive in the wild if I ever got homeless. I was learning even without believing that all of this would help me, it's only now looking back at everything that I understand how much knowledge I gained just from trying it and doing it in every possible way until it clicked.

The most complex for me, were the social skills, since I'm still easily scared of people. But I am slowly making progress on that and finding better ways to deal with people's behaviours. Being curious works well because people love when someone is curious about them and shows interest in what they do. It's been a revelation that outside of my home, I really can just ask any question I am interested about, and will usually get some kind of an answer, and not 'how do you not know this already'. Outside of abusive homes, you're not expected to know everything, without ever being told.

While survival skills and independence are deeply forbidden in an abusive situation, being out of one will practically guarantee you that you'll get them. Sometimes you'll be forced to learn some stuff like cleaning and cooking and you'll have no choice but to learn, and it will become easier the more you do it. But nobody will make you feel bad for not doing it right the first time, there will be no punishment, no berating, you're free mess it up any amount of times, without any consequences. I would say that maybe you wasted some time and effort, but no time or effort is truly wasted when you're learning something; rather it takes that time and effort to learn. But it's not painful, it's not shameful, it's not forbidden anymore. You can learn a lot of things at your own ease and convenience, without worrying about someone's opinion on what you're doing. You can also learn dumb things and never be criticized or called out on it, you can do absolutely ridiculous stuff that brings you joy and no harm is done.

I know feeling behind sucks, and it feels shameful and horrible, but the good news is that you can catch up very quickly, and not only that. If you really want to have a lot of survival skills under your belt, and you keep learning, you will soon know more than most people do. You can out-do any person out there if you have a passion for it. I had people who were telling me how to do basic stuff, surprised at me knowing more than they knew, just months later. It's a great feeling!

#survival skills #escaping abuse #abuse sabotage #lacking in survival skills #gaining survival skills #living out of abuse gains you skills automatically #learning survival skills

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grilledbroccolli · 11 months ago

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Part 2 of Vampire!reader craves Dan Heng

tbh the titles may not corelate to what I'm writing. As you can see what I wrote is purely self indulgent. Anyways, not a lot of vampire action going on in this one. Description: continuation of part 1 , please read it if you haven't already. This is just mostly Dan Heng taking care of reader Warning: vampire, small wounds, blood?(idk)

Dan Heng has always noticed your fangs and how your eyes would glow a little when you see your crewmate’s wounds after a battle. At first, he thought you are sadistic and a threat to the Astral Express. You refuse to treat wounds or look at blood for longer than 5 seconds. He thinks you’re weird.

“Slow, slow down. I’m all yours.” Dan Heng truly hopes he could relief your hunger.

You soon came back to your senses. You stop sucking on Dan Heng’s wrist and look at the two little holes on his wrist. Horrified to what you’ve done, you push him away.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, Dan Heng. I truly don’t mean to hurt you. I’m so sorry.” You said as your eyes not scrambling everywhere but Dan Heng’s eyes. Your eyes started to tear up.

"Hey hey, shhhh, it's alright. Just drink up." He comforted you as he held out his wrist again.

"Nooo. I can't." You refuse. Both of you go back and forth a few times until Dan Heng got tired of it.

"Ok, you know what, just take a shower." Dan Heng walks to the bathtub behind him and starts preparing a bath for you.

"You know you don't have to do all this, right?"

"You're right. But you are not even taking care of yourself."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry." Dan Heng finished preparing the bath and walk to the door. "Take a nice hot bath. I'll leave some clothes at the door. After you're done, go to the kitchen."

As he is about to leave, his thumbs wipe the corner of your mouth that have some of his blood stains on it. "And also... don't fall asleep in the water."

The door shut gently. (What is going on) You messed up. Not only did you hurt him, but also now that you tasted human blood or his blood especially, you can't go back anymore. He tasted so sweet, sweetest of all human blood you've tasted, tastier then any animal blood you've drank. Just thinking about it made you blushed in embarrassment. Before you think too much about what happened, you strip and dip yourself into the hot bath that Dan Heng prepared for you.

After you finished washing up, you wipe yourself dry with the spare towels in the bathroom. You quietly open the door and found some fresh clothes lying by the door outside.

"Why is he so nice to me?" You question yourself. You have never seen him so worried. You never get the impression that he would risk his life to help you. You always wanted to get closer to him, know what he likes and what he taste like. But, you never would have thought that whatever happened would happen.

You stop overthinking and leave the bathroom, heading to the kitchen.

Dan Heng was right at the stove cooking what seems like instant noodles. The microwave is heating somethings up at the same time. The lights are all off, only a single lamp is lighting up the area. Stars can be clearly seen outside the big windows.

"Ah, you're done. Sit down. It'll be ready in no time."

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Dan Heng place down a heat proof mat and the pot of noodles right in front of you along with a pair of chopsticks and a chinese soup spoon. Not long after, he took a plate out of the microwave.

"Here, eat up. It's not much. These are the leftovers from dinner." He said as he sat down opposite of you.

You haven't had any human food other than drinking Dan Heng's blood just now. Your stomach is starving and hurting like crazy after throwing up nothing but stomach acid.

"Ah wait, darn, I forgot. Here, stomach medicines." He hands you some stomach medicine for soothing your stomach after vomiting. He knew you might throw up again if you don't take care of that fragile stomach of yours right now.

"T- thanks." You take the medicines and start munching down your food. Food had never tasted this good before. Maybe it's because you haven't eaten the entire day or it was made by Dan Heng.

"Slow down, y/n. It's not gonna run away from you. You're gonna choke." Dan Heng gently scolded like a worried mother. As if on cue, you choke on the noodles.

"Jeez, I told you so." He said as he fetch you a glass of water. As you gulp down the water, he gently soothes your back, as if to help with your choking.

"Ah sorry, I can't help it." You said with a sheepish grin. Dan Heng blushed slightly, but it's left unnoticed by you. He suddenly pat your head and clear his throat.

"J- just be careful next time."

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You finished your late night meal. Dan Heng wash up the dishes. The relaxing sound of running water made you sleepy. Soon later, you fell asleep at the table.

After Dan Heng turn off the sink and wipe down the counters. He turn around and see your head resting on top of your arms, eyes closed, taking in deep breathes. His heart clenches at the sight. Knowing that you had been restless the entire week, you deserve all the rests and his blood. Ah, what have you done to him. He's ears are turning red at the thought. He thought back at the incident in the bathroom. The feeling of your fangs sinking into his skin. The way your tongue would seldomly lick over the wound to make sure not a single drop is wasted. These thoughts made him heat up so much. He starts to feel dizzy, not knowing if it's the recent loss of blood or the thought of you. All he knows is it's all your fault. He glance down on the two little holes you made on his wrist. He thinks it's cute

He sweep you from your chair into his embrace. With one arm under your knee and the other cradling your shoulders. He hoist you up a little to allow your head to rest on his shoulder, making sure you won't fall or feel uncomfortable. He carries you to your room and lay you down. As he is about to leave, you grip on his sleeves.

"Don't go," you whined.

"I'm not going anywhere," he sighed. He had no choice but to sat down beside your bed on the floor, not wanting to lay in your bed without your consent. He stayed awake until he knew you are completely asleep.

Dan Heng stands up from his sitting position and starts to tidy up your bedroom. He picks up all the pillows on the floor and starts to throw out the empty blood bags. He takes the untouched cold tray of food out and clear out the mess you made. After all that, he place a bandage on the wounds and went back into your room. He went back to his previous spot and fell asleep there.

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There's gonna be a part 3. I still have some ideas left unwritten.

damn i do say so myself i'm cookin good.

#dan heng x reader #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng #vampire #hsr x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #star rail

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final-girl96 · 26 days ago

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Killer Geek Chapter Thirteen

September 24, 1996

Casey Becker's House

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Casey Becker was set up for a movie night with her boyfriend Steve Orth. She set two VHS tapes on the kitchen counter, Halloween and Nightmare On Elm Street, before making her way into the living room. She turned on the lamp that sat atop the tv stand, then padded over to the sliding glass doors to make sure they were locked and the back patio light was off. When she turned to head back into the kitchen to make popcorn, the phone rang.

Early That Same Day

After I woke up and got ready for school I went downstairs to the kitchen. Stu was already here, which is kind of abnormal. He's usually always late if he decides to come over in the morning to pick us up. He and Billy are again sitting at the table, breakfast sandwiches from the local cafe in front of them. They were talking about something and haven't seen me yet, so I backed up a little and listened.

“It's tonight. When her parents leave for their dinner party tonight we will be sitting down the road. As soon as they're tail lights aren't visible anymore, that's when we get out of the car and head to the house. Leave the car where it's at so we can get out of there before her parents get back.”

Stu took a bit from his sandwich and nodded. I walked in after Billy was done talking, making them turn to look at me. “Good morning, idiots. Stu, I'm surprised you're here an hour before we need to be at school instead of five minutes before.” Billy was glaring at me for interrupting them. “How long have you been standing?” He asked.

“What? I literally just walked in, Billy. Don't worry, I didn't hear your plans to fondle each other later.” Billy's jaw clenched, hands balled into fists as he shot daggers at me. “Calm down. I didn't hear whatever you were talking about. Even if I did, I wouldn't give a shit.” I grabbed a bowl, the cereal, and milk, sat them on the counter and made a bowl of cereal. Then I went over and sat at the table with Stu and Billy. The both of them looked nervous; suspicious even, but I didn't push or ask what they were up to.

After I was done eating I put my bowl in the sink and headed back upstairs to finish getting ready for school. When I came back down they were gone. “Seriously? They just left me here?! What assholes.” I grabbed my keys, locked the door behind me, and walked down the front steps. “Hey!” I jumped, spun, he swung my fist. A hand grabbed my wrist before my fist connected with their face. “Whoa! Hey, it's just me.”

“Jesus, Randy! What the hell?” I hit him in the shoulder, pushing him back a step. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Just thought I could take you to school.” I raised my eyebrows, “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, making me look down at the ground so Randy wouldn't see. “Um…yeah, okay.”

Casey Beckers

Casey wishes she never answered the phone. She should have asked yn to stay with her instead of Steve. Steve was late and now she was making sure every door and window was locked. The creep on the phone was watching her but she couldn't see where else was.

After she made sure the front door was locked she backed up, heart pounding, hands shaking. She looked around her to make sure nobody was sneaking up on her. She jumped when someone knocked on the door. “Who's there?” She asked, her voice trembling with fear. “I'm calling the police!”

When she went to pick up the phone, it rang…again for the tenth time, or at least that's what it felt like. Every time she would hang up on the person messing with her they would just call back. She hesitantly answered the phone, knowing they would only keep calling. “What do you want from me?” She cried into the phone. “Don't you know you're never supposed to ask who's there?” The distorted voice asked.

“What do you want?!” Casey screamed. “To see your insides on the outside!” The voice growled on the other end. Casey cried out and hung the phone up again. She stepped down into the living room, rushing to the patio door and making sure it was locked.

She jumped when the phone rang in her hand. She reluctantly answered it without having to ask who it was. “Before you might want to look outside before you hang up again.” She slowly walked back to the patio door and flicked the light on. She cried out, unlocked the door, and started to open it.

“I wouldn't do that.”

She locked the door again, crying at the sight in front of her. Her boyfriend Steve was in one of the patio chairs with his arms and legs duct tape to it, with a piece over his mouth. Things didn't go so well after that. The shit fuck on the other end wanted to play some game. He asked questions about horror movies. She got the first ones correct. But he tricked her with the last one.

That one question got her boyfriend killed. When she looked outside again, Steve was now sitting in the chair dead. His insides on the outside. Her stomach churned at the sit, his screams for her would forever be stuck in her head. The nightmare only got worse when a chair came crashing through the glass doors. A scream bubbled up in her throat and she ran to the kitchen.

The Jiffy Pop on the stove was smoking now. She grabbed a knife from the knife block on the counter and headed out the door in the kitchen. When she looked inside she could see the killer In some kind of black clock and a mask walking into the smoky kitchen. She tried to keep the tears at bay, ducking down to get past the windows, but she stopped to look inside one more time.

That was a mistake when the killer popped up and punched through the glass and grabbed a hold of her. She took the phone still in her hand and smashed it into his face and took off across the patio, past Steve's lifeless body. She needed to get to the front yard so she could get to the driveway. Her parents should be returning home soon.

As she rounded the side of the house, thinking she was safe and clear, the killer jumped through the side window and tackled her and wrapped their hands around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her air supply. She was able to get away and keep running to round the corner to the front yard. Headlights were seen getting closer and closer. But she never made it to them, instead arms wrapped her and a knife was plunged into her chest.

I had decided instead of sitting at home with my nose in a book I would go over to Casey's. We haven't talked all that much anymore, not since she and Stu broke up last year. I wanted to try and rekindle that friendship and forget about everything that happened. She was my best friend; the person I told everything to and I need to talk to her about the feelings I have for Randy.

When I finally made it to the house I parked in front of the garage off to the side behind her car and got out. When I made it to the front door I could see it was open slightly. “Casey?” I pushed the door open more and stepped inside. The house was filled with smoke. “Casey!” I ran inside to see the mess in the living room. One of the patio chairs was surrounded by glass and wooden pieces from the patio door. “Casey! Casey, are you here?!” I went into the kitchen to see something on the stove was on fire.

“Casey!”

I took the thing of Jiffy Pop off the stove and put it in the sink, turning the water on to put the flames out. Then I headed for the stairs, calling out her name but got no response. I ran back downstairs, going into the living and came to a stop when I saw something horrific. Steve Orth was duct tape to a chair with his insides spilling out of him. “Oh, my god! Oh my god!”

I turned around and ran back to the front door, running outside. “Cas…” A scream ripped through me at the site in front of me. My best friend was hanging in the free out front, strung up by her own intestines.

#scream fanfiction #scream franchise #scream 2 #scream 4 #scream #scream 3 #scream x you #scream x reader #randy meeks imagines #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks fanfiction #randy meeks smut #randy meeks #stu macher x tatum riley #billy loomis x sidney prescott #out of character randy meeks #ooc randy meeks #killer geek

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onomatopoetic101999 · 1 year ago

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Chapter Three: Iconoclast

Chapter Four: Ignoramous

Ignis Fatuus Masterlist

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Iconoclast: a person who challenges accepted beliefs

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The rest of dinner is so wonderful, you forget the enormous elephant you had left in your hotel room. Sam is mercifully light on the teasing, and while his looks being the explanation for how flustered you've been feeling didn't feel like an exact answer, it's enough to put your mind at ease.

You head back to the room hand in hand, and your eyes are closed in laughter as he opens the door for you. Your gaze lands on the bed when they open again, and your laugh stops in your throat.

Sam notices the change immediately.

"What's wrong, Darlin'? Are you-"

He sees the bed too, then, and catches on.

"Ah." He comes around to stand in front of you, blocking it from your view.

His expression is kind and open, and his smile is gentle. He rubs his hands up and down your arms to soothe you.

"Relax, Darlin'. I'm already planning on taking the floor, okay?"

You take a deep breath. You were an adult. You could do this. You could share a bed with Sam. It was Sam! It was just Sam.

"No," he raises an eyebrow. "No. We'll share. Nobody is sleeping on the floor all week."

He blinks, clearly shocked by your suggestion.

"It's no trouble, Darlin'. The last thing I want is for you to be uncom-"

"Sam! It's fine. Really."

You move around him and grab your tank top and sleep shorts, heading to the bathroom to change before he can argue anymore.

When you get out, he's turned off every light except the lamp on the bedside table. He's also taken off his shirt and jacket, leaving him only in soft looking pants.

At the sight of his bare chest, you swallow. Sam smiles apologetically.

"I didn't pack a shirt to sleep in. Are you sure you're still okay with this?"

You squeak out a "It's fine!" as you briskly walk over to the other side of the bed, sliding under the covers and turning so your back faces him.

You feel the bed dip as Sam gets comfortable on his side, and you're thankful the bed is big enough to keep you from touching.

"Good night, Darlin'."

Sam's voice is no higher than a whisper, as if he's worried he'll scare you if he's any louder.

You offer him a quiet "Good night!" back and screw your eyes shut.

You could do this. It's just Sam. Sam, your closest friend. Sam, who was so attractive, looking at him was difficult. Sam, who apparently slept without a shirt on.

You shift slightly and tug the covers up over your arms, forcing yourself to relax. It's just Sam.

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You wake up the next morning in complete bliss. Everything feels more comfortable than it did last night. You'd shifted at some point to lay on your stomach, one leg bent to rest across the mattress. The pillows are somehow softer than you remember, and you must have missed that the blankets were heated in your hurry to sleep, because you're completely bundled in warmth this morning.

You smile and shift slightly, nuzzling deeper into the pillow under your head. It isn't until you feel the supposed blanket on your back tighten that you realize your mistake.

Your eyes pop open and you try shoot up onto your forearms. Sam, still asleep, doesn't let you go so easily. His arm is an unyielding band across your back, and he sighs sleepily as he brings your head back down to rest on his chest with his other hand.

His fingers bury in your hair, and you close your eyes, trying to deny how nice it feels to be wrapped up in him like this. After a few more fruitless attempts to get free, you give up, allowing yourself to go back to sleep. You'd deal with it when he wakes up, you decide. You really were very comfortable...

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You don't know how long you fall back asleep for. It doesn't matter, really, because at first it seems as if you're in the same predicament as before. Sam's hand has migrated from your head to around your back, and the one previously on your back has drifted down to rest on your thigh, but the effect is the same; you wouldn't be getting out of bed until Sam let you.

Suddenly, Sam's breathing pattern shifts, and his hands tighten where they rest on your body. You force yourself to remain the same. For a reason you can't explain, you want to find out how Sam will react to waking up like this.

You feel his breathing hitch under your cheek as you assume he realizes what's going on, but he doesn't respond with the same panic you did. Instead of trying to get away, Sam nuzzles his face into your hair and inhales deeply through his nose. The hand on your back presses you closer to him, and the one your thigh raises to rest where yours sits on his chest.

He sighs out a whisper as he laces your fingers together, so quiet you almost don't hear it.

"Oh, Baby Girl. What am I gonna do about you?"

You feel heat begin to thread through your entire body. 'Baby Girl'? You weren't awake yet, why was he trying to fluster you? You feel him press a kiss onto the top of your head. 'Baby Girl'??

You pretend to wake up, then, sure if you laid there any longer you might spontaneously combust. When you rise onto your forearms this time, Sam lets you, running his hand up and down your back slowly.

His blue eyes are lidded with sleep as they meet yours, and they crinkle at the corners when he smiles at you.

"Good mornin', Darlin'." His voice is deeper and raspier than normal, and you feel heat creep up onto your cheeks.

"Good morning."

There's a pause where you both just look at each other for a moment before you speak again.

"Are you, uh," you clear your throat and Sam raises an eyebrow, amused. "Are you gonna let me go?"

Sam's smile widens, and as he moves his hands off of you, he sighs a resigned, "if I must."

You get off of him as soon as you're able, and high tail it to the bathroom to change, your mind reeling. What in the galaxy was that? 'Baby Girl'?

Was he so committed to messing with you that he said it on the off chance you were awake? You look at yourself in the mirror and scrub a hand down your face. If he was putting this much effort into flustering you, handling this whole week was going to be even more difficult than you thought.

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Chapter Four: Ignoramus

#magswrites #ignis faatus #sam coe #sam coe x reader #sam coe starfield #sam coe starfield x reader #starfield #starfield x reader #magsscreamsintothevoid #fluff #reader insert

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pavardscherie · 2 years ago

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Hi can I request something angsty with Benji where he used to date a player from Bayern’s women’s team but they broke up after she transferred teams and he sees her for the first time at a fancy event but she’s already moved on with someone else

if we ever meet again, benjamin pavard

summary benji & you used to date before you transferred to the women's team of borussia dortmund for a better chance to play. at the glorious bayern munich event, the two of you meet again. pairing benjamin pavard & female reader

izzy's talk. here we go again & again. i've literally watched benji videos the entire weekend, and i don't know, he's not leaving me. haha. pushing through requests now as long as we haven't moved apartments yet. the very detailed requests take much longer, cause i'm really trying to keep in the requested stuff, so they're still going to be written, no worries.

he did not remember how many weeks, certainly months, have passed since the last heartwarming conversation. excluding the heated arguments shortly before and while breaking up, the image of your bright smile radiating comfort off in waves stayed deeply burned in the back of his head. it was impossible to push it away since the night, you left the apartment with tears staining your cheeks.

it was his fault. he knew that. he blamed himself for each little drop that blemished your face with sadness and hurt. but staring at you, swaying and laughing from across the room didn't bandage the broken pieces of his heart. it was done, finished since you moved cities and had another man by your side.

by the way, your eyes twinkled in the bright, yellow light from the lamps above, and you pressed your fingertips to your chest while giggling about his words, benjamin knew, you moved on and he was certainly screwed for still believing.

haunted by the demons of his past, the regret from decisions he made, and they all had your face. a couple of teammates, who became like extended family, already informed benjamin about how much he has changed since the breakup. quieter, less laughter, and aggressive in too many innocent situations on the pitch.

badly cut fingernails scratched over his forehead, letting the long fingers brush through the curls afterward. being his old self again after the breakup wasn't possible. anything connected with you.

it was beautiful, certainly a rare relationship. and yet, ruined. and he had to act like it did not bother him anymore when your beautiful eyes found his figure on the other side of the room. glued to the ground, shifting slightly from the left to the right foot while forcing himself to smile at least mildly.

you moved on over the past weeks, it took you long to forget about benjamin pavard. the night it ended, broke more than just your heart, and it was difficult to puzzle the pieces back together until a new man appeared in your life. showing you a glimpse of happiness again. nothing compared to the relationship with benjamin, but yet enough to feel alive again.

brushing a thick strand carefully out of your face, you excused yourself from the man by your side and crossed the room toward the football player. you did not hate him, nor despise him for his decision. after all, benjamin wasn't made for long-distance relationships. seeing each other would have been almost impossible with the busy schedules of both. stuffed with games, events, meetings, and somewhere between time to sleep.

watching you intensely while walking through the crowds of people, associated with bayern munich, his eyes stayed glued to the movements of your body. along the way, the other guests disappeared and the loud conversations vanished into thin air. for merely a couple of seconds, it was just you and him. again.

"benjamin pavard," you cheered, stretching out the arms to offer him a warm hug and pulling him out o the trance-like state. a reminder that he wasn't alone with you anymore. "i did not expect to see you. you've always hated those events and the tight suits." shaking his head with a chuckle about how good you knew him, especially remembering the little details about him, he reached forward and pulled you tightly against his chest.

and if you moved on, with another man, who was waiting across the room for you, then why did benjamin's loamy scent smell like coming home again.

"will you believe me if i tell you that lucas and choupo dragged me to the venue, and then left me alone?" benjamin's question was genuine, because it was actually what happened, hours prior the start of the event. begging and long explanations about how he had to leave the house once in a while for other things in life than training sessions and games. impossible to decline them.

but the warmth of your embrace made him feel like he belonged in your arms. it immediately found a way into his veins, igniting a small spark of hope. the one, he had carried with him since the breakup. but when you slowly let go, taking a step back to increase the personal bubble, it felt like the day you left.

"i believe that. they are really convincing." you giggled, remembering how lucas talked you into telling benjamin how you felt about him. hernandez noticed the small glances of jealousy when another girl caught the french player's attention, or the envy twinkling in the corners of your eyes, when women touched him. without lucas, the relationship would have never been a thing.

"my parents are still asking about you." benjamin confessed, changing the topic to the break up once again. somehow, when he wanted to talk about something else, his mind always reminded him about the day, you left.

a warm summer day. you just received the news about the great transfer and wanted to share them with benji. but instead of being happy for you, or with you, he questioned the entire relationship, based on one change. no matter how bright the sun shone outside, or the chirping of the birds, which turned into a comforting melody, inside of the apartment, tears rolled and screams were exchanged.

"you haven't told them about.." you trailed off, not daring to say the word us after it has been destroyed. pointing a slender finger between your body and his towering figure, was all you could do to reference to the loss of words.

shaking his head, the quiet chuckle and following smile surprised you. but it wasn't happiness. sarcasm tugged on the corners of his mouth, the disbelief about the past decision. "no, i couldn't disappoint them after already breaking two hearts."

"oh benji.." you muttered, feeling the tears on your waterline. meeting him again after being together for almost two years, and sharing such an intimate bond, made it difficult to act like it did not bother you. the way he fought with the tears himself, attempting to hide the sadness and regret.

benjamin's heart broke for a second time, slowly and painfully as he realised once again, what he lost the night. instead of accepting the distance and trying to figure out how to handle it, he decided against your love, and being with you.

and he regretted nothing more than that one night.

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starkslove101 · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER 6: "God, you're hot"

* DISCLAIMER*

This chapter contains some adult content. Read at your own risk. MINORS DNI

2011.

Ransom.

"I need your help," Fury said. "I don't work for you anymore, Nick," I said while drinking my coffee. Somehow Nick found his way into my apartment. I was living a few blocks away from STARK industries. It used to be the old apartment where I lived with Jack decades ago.

Lucky for me I had no one over. "I know, but for this, I need your help" he sounded desperate. I straightened my back and sat my coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. "What do you need?" I sighed. "An old friend of yours resurfaced" I frowned. "Huh?" I frowned. All my friends or family were either dead or were killed.

"Just come with me Evans," Fury said. "I better be on time for work" I warned and went to put on some clothes. It was not too fancy. I was wearing jeans and a thin shirt. I had a brown leather jacket laying in my closet that had been falling out of it for a few days now. I took it as a hint and put it on.

When I picked it up I saw that it was one from when SHIELD was still the SSR. I smiled. Oh, how I missed it.

I walked out and decided to let my hair hang loose. "Ready?" I nodded and we both walked out. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Nice jacket" Nick ignored my question. "Thanks" I started to have an idea as to where he was taking me but I just decided to shut up and see.

After a while, I noticed we were going to one of shields' hangars. Everyone was running to set up the airplane. "Man, I am going to be late for work." Natacha behind me laughed. "Don't worry, you called in sick" I rolled my eyes. "I'm 64 years old Natacha I have never taken a day off" Natacha laughed. "Sure, boomer" I rolled my eyes.

I finally got on the plane "Will someone tell me where we're going?" I looked around at the people around me. They just ignored me. "Not even you, johnson?" I also just ignored me and walked off. "Your grandmother would be very disappointed!" I yelled as he didn't answer.

All I kept thinking was that Tony probably knew I was here and I was starting to get a hunch about where I was going. Even tho I told myself I wasn't. "You guys found him didn't you?" I looked at the guy sitting next to me. He looked left and right making sure no one would hear him. "Yes, ma'am" I smiled. "Here," he gave me a sweater a beanie, and a thick scarf. I didn't ask any questions after that.

I put everything On. Including heavy shoes. "Thank you eh.." I looked for a name tag. "Krasinski" I smiled again. "You're welcome" he nodded. They also offered me a SHIELD jacket but I respectfully declined. I stuck with the SSR jacket. Sometime later we touched down.

The cold air hit me in the face and sent a shiver down my spine. A bunch of big muscley guys surrounded me. I'd like to think it's because they're protecting me. It felt like it when Krasinski showed up next to me. "You know, you look a lot like your grandfather," I said. He also smiled and nodded again.

He wasn't a talker like his grandfather. Footsteps kept crackling in the snow leaving footprints behind. The big guys were now shivering. I just shook my head. We went into a cave. I had to crouch down. "Alright, is someone going to explain what we're doing here?" I turned around. Fury appeared. "We found him" "I figured as much but any chance you found my will to live too?" Everyone looked at me.

Krasinski smirked. "Agent Evans" Fury warned me. I raised my hands showing I wasn't going to say anything else. "Come take a look" I followed him. "Look" a human being covered in ice was laying underneath heat lamps. As I took a closer look. "Steve" I sighed. Touching his cold face.

Strange men were looking for a heartbeat. My brain had trouble taking it all in. "Is he-" Fury cut me off. "He's alive."

"Why am I here Fury" I felt like bawling my eyes out. I touched his forehead. "We're going to transport him we need you here for when or if he wakes up" I nodded. I was so happy to see him.

*2 days later*

Alarms were blaring. Red lights were flashing on and off. I sighed and put my coffee down. "I can never get some peace" It was all hands on deck right now. I fastened my pace to see what going on. When I ran into the main room. When I got there everything was broken. "God damn it Steve" I just kept walking at the same pace. Trying to figure out where they were running to.

Once I figured that out, I started running. I was the only one without any weapons. Not that I mind. I soon found myself standing in the middle of Times Square. He was surrounded by SHIELD agents. They pulled out their guns.

Panic rushed over me and I just decided to stand in between the agents and steve. "Woah, hey no need for guns!" I was standing there with my arms spread. "Lower your weapons" I yelled. As Fury gave the command, they lowered their guns. "What's happening?" my heart is beating fast. I just turned around. "Hi, Steve" Steve's eyes were bout t fall out of his head. Maybe this wasn't Fury's best move.

"Ransom?"

"Welcome home"

—-

We finally went back into a Shield base. As everything calmed down I managed to get steve into one of the offices here at shield. "H-how did you get here?" Steve was walking back and forth. I was just sitting back with my feet up on the table with my hands crossed over my stomach. "Howard sent me to the future, I got stuck, you know same old" I leaned my head back.

Steve's face contorted. "Huh?" I was amused by the confused look on his face. "You have a lot to catch up on" I sighed. I stood up and walked towards him. "I'm just very happy and surprised to see you" I opened my arms indicating that I wanted to hug him.

He hesitated at first but then he hugged me tightly. "I missed you too," he said as he let go. "Let me get you some regular clothes" I opened the door and walked to a room where they kept spare clothes.

He slowly followed me looking around like he was sneaking into a building. I laughed and shook my head. "Relax they aren't going to hurt you. I promise I wouldn't let that happen" He just nodded and relaxed a little bit.

I picked up a white shirt and held it in front of me. "Extra large should do it, right?" I looked up. Steve smiled and nodded. I started looking for pants and found some old blue jeans, hoping they were the right size. "There you go" I gave it to him and he went behind some lockers.

I sat down on some benches in the middle of the room. Almost immediately steve appeared again. The shirt I gave him was tight around him. I bit the inside of my cheek a feeling of melancholy and nostalgia washed over me. I pulled my knees up to my chest as Steve sat next to me.

"You look great," he said. He leaned a bit forward. His forearms were leaning against his thighs, his fingers crossed into each other. "Thanks, so do you for coming out of the ice" Steve chuckled. I looked at my watch. "Are you hungry Captain?" he looked me in the eyes. "Yes, Famished!" he stood up. I laughed. "We've come a long way from the '30s," I said. "Oh, I don't don't doubt that" he sighed. "What happened to times square?" I just shook my head. "It was like that when I got here" Steve laughed. We were walking through the hall.

People were looking at us. I don't blame them. I felt almost tiny next to him. We soon got to my car. He stopped walking. "What's wrong?" I turned around. His face answered it for me. "Audi e-Tron it's very comfortable," I said opening the door. "Get in!" Steve followed suit.

I drove off to my apartment. I was well aware that Fury was going to call me. "Now tell me how did you get her?" Steve asked. I sighed. "Back in 1947 Howard made a time machine and he sent me to the year 1999," I said. "I ended up in Bern Switzerland" Steve raised his eyebrows. "Then what happened?" Steve asked as I hit the brake to stop at a red light.

I instinctively grabbed my ear like was reliving that moment. "I tried to connect with Howard once I couldn't get a hold of him I ran" I pushed the gas pedal when the light turned green again. "I ran into Tony Stark" I looked sideways. "Who?" "Howards Son" Steve's eyebrows went up. "He got married?" "Yeah," I said biting my lip.

A few minutes later we arrived at my apartment. I parked my car and got out. Steve Followed me up as I opened the door. JARVIS greeted me. "Welcome home Ma'am" I smiled and threw my jacket on the sofa. "Make yourself at home," I said. Then Jarvis greeted him. "Welcome back sir" Steve looked around mesmerized.

—

1947.

Howard.

"What did you do to my wife?" I pushed buttons. A wave of panic rushed over me. Jack grabbed the collar of my shirt. It wrapped so tightly around my throat that I had trouble breathing. Peggy jumped between us. "Jack! Let him go" Jack let me go, but I toppled over and hit my head. "I am going to have your head for this!" Jack yelled as he walked out.

Everything went dark.

Hours later I woke up. My head was pounding. Memories of what happened came back flooding back to me. "Howard," Peggy said as she slid off her chair. Tears sprung from my eyes as I looked at the ceiling. "What have I done?"I just started sobbing. "Oh, darling" I fell into her arms.

"It wasn't my intention I don't know what went wrong" I sighed. "We'll figure it out," Peggy said shushing me. After a while, I was able to get up. I adjusted my clothes. As I looked into the mirror. "You didn't do this on purpose," Peggy said. I looked into the mirror. My face looked the same way I felt. A mess. "It looks like it" I simply said. "I deserve whatever is coming my way" Peggy gave me a sorry look. "I'm here for you all the way" she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Get back to the lab Howard, call whoever you need to call, and get your head back in the game" she ushered me. Then she turned around and walked out of the room. Her heels clicked on the floor. I was left alone in the room.

I looked in the mirror again, hitting it. It broke and fell into pieces. They were clattering against the sink.

—

2012.

Ransom

* The following text contains adult content read at your own risk*

I looked into the mirror. Water was streaming down my face as I just had washed it. The workout Steve and I did almost killed me. "This is the last time I go running with you" Steve laughed as he walked out of the shower.

"I'm sorry" he laughed. "Don't worry about it" I turned around Steve was standing there with a towel around his middle. Water was dripping from his chest. It started glistening from the sun shining on it.

The sight of him like that struck me. I didn't understand where this feeling was coming from as it wasn't the first time I saw him shirtless. There was just something about him today...

He walked past me. "The shower is free," he said. The door behind him fell closed. I sighed and went into the shower. 15 minutes later I got out and dried myself off and put on my clothes. As I pulled off the towel from my head steve walked in.

As I jumped up Steve apologized. "Sorry should've knocked" I just shook my head. "It's fine," I said. "It's not like I was naked" I laughed. Steve walked in and stood behind me fixing his hair. He was still walking around in his towel. "I'm sure it doesn't look bad. I blushed.

Steve walked out again. The decision I made then and there was one I'd probably regret or cherish for the rest of my life. I ran up behind him and grabbed his arm. "What's wro–" I kissed him. He pulled back. I felt instantly guilty the moment I locked eyes with him. His eyes darted all over my face as his hands traveled to my neck. He was softly placing them there. "I'm sorry" I sighed. He was towering over me. He didn't say anything, he just kissed me in response.

I wrapped my arms around his waist as his fingers traveled through my wet hair slightly tugging it, making me moan. A trail of clothes followed as we made our way to the bed. The only thing left was the towel he was wearing. I removed it.

I locked eyes with him again. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes," we locked lips again. My body felt sweaty and hot every time he touched my body. Steve picked me up and put me down soft and swiftly on the bed. He hovered over me. His lips went to the side of my head, down to my neck.

My hand traveled to his head where I tangled my fingers in his hair—softly tugging on it. It made Steve moan, sending shivers down my spine. His kisses trailed down my chest and down to my stomach, to my inner thigh. My breath hitched as he got closer. I grabbed his hair again as his tongue moved slowly.

His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him. After a while, he came up kissing me again. I took it as my chance to change positions, making me sit on top. Steve smiled. "God, you're hot" he whispered. I bowed down and kissed him again.

I could feel him against me. I took him in my hands giving him soft strokes as I positioned him. I lowered myself onto him. His hands went to my hips again helping me move...

* DISCLAIMER*

This chapter contains some adult content. Read at your own risk.

2011.

Ransom.

When I picked it up I saw that it was one from when SHIELD was still the SSR. I smiled. Oh, how I missed it.

Strange men were looking for a heartbeat. My brain had trouble taking it all in. "Is he-" Fury cut me off. "He's alive."

"Why am I here Fury" I felt like bawling my eyes out. I touched his forehead. "We're going to transport him we need you here for when or if he wakes up" I nodded. I was so happy to see him.

*2 days later*

"Ransom?"

"Welcome home"

—-

—

1947.

Howard.

Everything went dark.

I looked in the mirror again, hitting it. It broke and fell into pieces. They were clattering against the sink.

—

2012.

Ransom

* The following text contains adult content read at your own risk*

The sight of him like that struck me. I didn't understand where this feeling was coming from as it wasn't the first time I saw him shirtless. There was just something about him today...

I could feel him against me. I took him in my hands giving him soft strokes as I positioned him. I lowered myself onto him. His hands went to my hips again helping me move...

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notsocheezy · 2 months ago

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Brain Curd #167

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Another night of dreams with a stowaway: my father, acting as if no time has passed at all, with all the imperfections scrubbed away. He's my sidekick (about damn time, after how long I spent as his) as we peruse the nightlife back home.

We pop into a shop that isn't there anymore. The warming lamps keep cozy an assortment of plastic-contained meals, reasonably priced. I used to come here for chicken tenders and a Mexican Coke during my lunch break. No particular item calls to me, so we look through the frozen section this store never had. But there isn't time. There just isn't time. A microwave set to thirty seconds lasts an eternity. They're closing in five minutes.

It's not how it usually is. I don't have a boat to catch. I'm not late for anything, not really going anywhere, for once there's nothing to worry about. Except eating. I have to eat.

“You need to take this pill with food. That's why you're feeling so sick.”

“I can't keep track of it all. I just can't, Mom.”

“You need to take care of yourself.”

He says if we don't find anything here, we'll have to go to Pete's. Cheese fries sound nice, and for once I'm in the mood for the way they serve them there: straight from the fryer into styrofoam, melting the polymer just a little, quickly topped with more nacho cheese sauce than it can contain. I never used to like the hint of jalapeño in these fries, couldn't stomach it, but it calls to me from an emptied past.

“One cracker. That's all. There just needs to be something in your stomach.”

“Is it really that simple?”

“Of course.”

“But no one told me.”

Usually I eat very slowly, but before I realize I’ve taken a single bite, I lick the styrofoam clean of sauce and seasoned salt. I ate more fries than he did, but he doesn't complain, doesn't tell me it's ‘not a race’. I'm not quite sure he's said anything at all.

I'm back in an apartment up the hill, where I'm staying, even though I haven't had a key to it since the summer after high school, when my grandmother had a stroke. I'd spent a week there, packing. The place was infested with ants since it hadn't been cleaned in weeks. There's no resemblance to that now; it's a calming, cozy, lonely place. It's only been five minutes since we were at the store, or so my watch tells me. Where did he go?

“It's all I could find, but it does have cranberries in it. Sip on this, don't chug it. It should help.”

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Maybe take some melatonin… sleep through the worst of it?”

“Yeah. The worst of it.”

“The heating pad should help too, but don't fall asleep with it on.”

It's so funny, isn't it? The nightmares gone, all I have to fear is what happens to me while I'm awake.

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howlingmidnightmoonlight · 10 months ago

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Paradise on the rearview

Midnight slow groove on the whisper of a star burning through the ages

Turning over lamp light on the corner my mind whistling off a cigarette

Burning nightmares alive they cried screaming for mercy but no one listens

Pour another man, I am staying alive inside the cage tonight I am ringing bells

Setting sail, nah that's a game for a young man, I am born on tears poured

Name the potion I am a token reminder of where your dreams were spent

Silence on the dice, rolling cross the table, seven come eleven now you know how to lose

Gamble on the words stolen between the avenues

How far you went to find out where heaven lay between the lines of destiny and fate

Three sisters play on the sky tonight the man melted away into the heat of the sun

Wax sealed envelope now your letter has arrived, do you care who reads the truth

Ruthless winds on the sin naming neon beats on the drum pouring back another glass

Rum in your heart start the car, hundred and twenty on the highway tonight not caring

Spare a thought for the flashing lights lashing out into the night like a whip breaking

Silence is like the crimson poured over moonlight

Machine breaks down as the needle grinds into your veins tonight

Not a child anymore but more than before you already learned this lesson too well

Bells on the church preacher screaming in the park, dark as the thoughts lurking round

Page a doctor for the damned, I am feeling another soul is missing tonight the snake is hissing

Passed off the ashes carded for the sad man couldn't understand I just needed to run

Like the sun off the candle light I am guessing no script left for this potion

Like the pale moonlight I am watching sin before my ears glistening on the pen writing

Don't worry about the truth they lying anyway, you know well you rode that subway

Way down below the dawn the first light slides through your eyes

On the river bank the guitar strums harder and harder till your broken and tossed out

Like a quarter on the jukebox, you're another figure on the boxcar riding west

#poetry #poem #poems on tumblr

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sonderwrit · 1 year ago

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C108: Overboard!

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

Beach vacation x spy game x tender lovers' meetings, oh my~

WY: Who are you?

WY: Back then when you said I don't remember you anymore, what did that mean?!

X: Wang Yi…

X: What's wrong? (You suddenly stopped talking.)

WY: You…don't remember what just happened?

WY: S-0, you saw that stranger too, right?

X: Just then? Weren't we talking about honeymoon trips?

S-0: …….

S-0: Um, S-0 isn't clear either. But since Assistant Qin said he can [decipher the knowledge in his brain,] let's wait for him to clear things up before getting entangled in it.

[FLASHBACK X: I'll do my best to understand the message from that consciousness.]

WY: Eh? Why do you know he has knowledge in his brain? You weren't around back then?

S-0: ! (Damn, I slipped up.)

WY: (S-0's always known what I'm up to, but retreats "on purpose" every time during critical moments? Like he's covering for someone.)

X: Wait, the people next door seemed to have left.

S-0: Oh oh don't worry about useless things! The mission is more important! Let's give chase!

WY: What are you hiding? Feels like a big deal… (And your attitude towards X changed really fast.)

S-0: *guilty conscience*

S-0: Not hiding, not hiding. What good would it do me to hide things from you?

WY: … *suspicious*

WY: (There's definitely something up.)

WY: (In the days after that)

WY: (Though they were carefree days, they were also busy ones.)

WY: (The strange man never showed up again, but the male and female leads seemed to be indecisive about their future and started amusing themselves at the beach.)

XY: It's so tasty~

Merman: (Mhm.)

WY: (Even us—)

XY: It's so pretty!

WY: (also–)

X: *gestures to self*

WY: ?

X: *strips, splashes*

WY: What the heck are you doing?!

WY: Come back!

WY: (We also–)

X: *emerges*

WY: So many!

WY: (started to relax.)

WY: Wow, it must be awesome cooking such giant live oysters.

WY: Omnom~ So much meat!

X: Then I'll give you this one too.

X: I can catch more.

WY: Woooow~ Ohhhhh!

—

WY: Oof, I'm stuffed.

WY: I don't think I've ever been so idle since getting caught up in missions.

X: Right. Does Wang Yi like your current life?

X: If you do, why not just stay here from now on?

WY: ….huu.

WY: That's easy to say.

WY: Hasn't X considered why you'd have so many extra memories?

WY: Everything points to the fact that you still have plenty of unexplainable mysteries on your body.

WY: What's the deal with the two Qin Xians? Why do they keep following me into story after story?

WY: I don't understand it…

X: …..

X: The unknown have always made people uncertain and worried. Is Wang Yi afraid that I…will hurt you?

WY: Hah? How could you hurt me!

WY: Stupid.

X: Then it's fine, then. Even if there's a frightening power inside my body, I'll never do anything Wang Yi hates.

X: I've already finished deciphering over half of the unknown language, so I should be able to answer your questions tonight. Compared to that, there's a more interesting life question I'd like to discuss with Dr. Wang.

WY: Wh, what life question?

X: It concerns [whether people who wear glasses should take them off before kissing someone.]

X: See, those details might not matter in the heat of the moment, but kissing someone with glasses on implies a sense of distance, right?

X: Thus, I'm firmly in the camp of taking them off first. Which one does Dr. Wang prefer?

WY: You..don't go overboard!

WY: (Foul! Why is he calling me "Dr. Wang" all of a sudden!)

WY: (Is he roleplaying?)

X: Overboard?

X: Am I? *lick*

WY: (AHHHHHHH!!!)

WY: Get lost, you're dirtying my glasses.

WY: (Why does this feel more stimulating than an actual kiss…)

X: It's fine, I'll just lick them clean.

WY: What the hell's wrong with y–

WY: SHHHH! Quick, turn off the lamp!

WY: Look, the male and female protagonists are here.

–

XY: ….

XY: …thank you. I've been very happy these days.

XY: Happier than I've ever been.

Mermand: (.....)

XY: But I still feel that Mr. Merman would enjoy a free life in the ocean more, and not be confined to land by myself.

XY: So, you should hurry and leave.

XY: Otherwise, I'll, I'll…

XY: I'll regret letting you go!

—

Author's Note: S-0's indifferent attitude to Qin X's existence is a hint of foreshadowing, oh~ Some readers have already discovered why, but the main plot will be back soon~

Notice: There are 3 more chapters until we reach the cultivation world story arc.

What kind of CP (couple) will we see in the cultivation world? Give it a guess! Wang Yi isn't going to be a shizun!

#i have to be a great villain #villain 108 #manhua translations

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jellyfishbeansontoast · 2 years ago

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‘needing to use the restroom but they're clinging onto you like a koala and you don't want to wake them up’ with fred weasley?

Bathroom troubles

Christmas was one of your favourite times of the year, it always had been. Even more so now that you got to spend it with Fred and his family. You’d been dating Fred for two years, so you’d only had two Christmases with the Weasley’s, but you knew you wanted a lifetime of them. It was Mrs Weasley who made them extra special, you always joked how she must spend all year preparing for it although you weren’t sure how much of a joke it was anymore. Somehow, she always had a new jumper for each of the family members and the extra people to open on Christmas morning.

School finished about a week before Christmas, allowing another week afterwards to celebrate the new year. You’d been helping Fred pack his things before leaving for the holiday.

“Freddie, what is this?” You hold up a dingy worn out bear by its ear, a look of mock disgust displayed on your face.

He grabs the bear out of your hands, cradling it against his chest. “Don’t worry Mr. Bear they were just joking” he coos. You raise your eyebrows, wishing you had your camera on you to take a photo and embarrass him. “Do you not like Mr. Bear?” He feigns shock, throwing the bear towards your face. You dodge the incoming attack, picking the bear up off the floor and packing him in the suitcase.

It wasn’t long before you were all packed and boarding the Hogwarts express. You sat tucked in the window seat with Fred next to you. Not even ten minutes into the journey his head had lolled onto your shoulder, ginger hair tickling your cheek.

Mrs. Weasley was full of joy when she greeted you on the platform. She bundled you into her arms like you were her own child, almost squeezing you to a point of suffocation until Fred reminded her that he would quite to spend Christmas with you alive.

Christmas was still a couple days away yet celebrations in the burrow had already begun. The cluttered house was decked out in decorations, lights and tinsel streaming in every direction possible. A small tree was situated in the corner of the living room, baubles hanging off every single branch. There had been some attempts to make the tree bigger, no doubt by George and a made up spell, as the hole in the ceiling above proved.

The long day of travelling had tired you out so you and Fred politely excused yourself from the heated game, only so competitive because George kept cheating, to go to your shared room.

“Don’t you want Mr. Bear” you teased as Fred climbed into bed.

“You’re better” he said pulling you down with him, snaking his arm around your middle to pull you closer.

Fred, like on the train, was asleep in minutes. It took you longer to get to sleep but it was long till you woke up again anyway. The sun had set since you’d gone to bed and the room was only lit by the bedside table lamp left on. Fred was even closer than he was when you went to sleep, his arm was still wrapped around you but a leg was thrown over yours and his chin rested on top of your head. There was one problem, you needed the toilet.

“Fred” you whispered, only to be met by snores. You tried again, gently shaking his arm. When he didn’t answer the third or fourth attempt you gave up, resigning yourself to the uncomfortable fate of having to wait until he woke up.

#fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #fred weasley #Harry Potter #hp #hp universe #Harry Potter universe #Harry Potter x reader #harry potter fandom #fred x you #fred x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #pls don’t ask why i decided to make this a christmas fic in summer

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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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okay okay okay okay..... hear me out on this. hcs of you waking up in the middle of the night and getting your period and then ur mans wakes up and sees a blood fest on the bed and freaks out and goes to find you crying in the bathroom 😤🥺❤❤❤

As you wish....

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader - Silent Night, Bloody Night

Warnings: Menstrual Bleeding/ Angst/Comfort

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night. There is this familiar pain in your abdomen. In panic you realize you are already bleeding quite a bit. You are in pain, feel uncomfortable and your hormones work overtime. Upset you flee into the refresher.

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Hunter

He can smell it right away. He knows what's going on and the blood on the sheets doesn't scare him as much. But he also senses your discomfort. Hunter swings out of bed, takes off the sheets and puts fresh ones on the bunk.

Right after that he walks up to the refresher door and softly knocks on it.

"Hey, Mesh'la. You alright?"

Don't worry about anything. Hunter knows it's natural, he knows it's not your fault. Do yourself a favor and open the door, let him in and let him take care of you. He'll gladly carry you back to bed, tuck you in, makes you tea and a heat patch for your lower belly.

"Now take a breather, it'll be better soon, Mesh'la", he says softly, caressing your cheek.

He smiles at you, ever the hero you need in every situation. Hunter takes over all chores in the "household" for that day too.

He cares about you, a lot. Let him help you feel better, it makes him feel better aswell.

Echo

As he wakes up the first thing he realizes is that you are not at his side anymore. He turns on the bedside lamp and sees the patch of blood on the sheets were you were supposed to be lying and sleeping.

"What the... CYARE?"

He jumps out of bed, not quite sure what to expect or what happened.

"Cyare? Where are you?"

"Bathroom", he can hear you say muffled through the closed door.

Echo comes closer. It's locked.

"Mesh'la, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"Not exactly"

He is silent for a moment but then...

"Oh.. is it that monthly bleeding thing?"

You sniffle, "Yes"

"Cyare, come on. I'll refresh the sheets and make you some tea. Maybe a snack in bed?"

He's sweet, caring and soft for you. He'll do everything to make you feel better.

Wrecker

He downright falls out of bed, grabbing his blaster and looking around. He's not fully awake yet and not sure what's going on. The blood really startled him.

"Mesh'la! Where are you?!"

"Bathroom"

As he approaches he realizes the door is closed. He is strong enough to still open it, but he knows you hate it when he just barges in on you. There have been some awkward incidents in the past.

"You alright?"

You sniffle.

"Are you crying? Come on sweety let me in"

As you let him in he asks you, "What's the matter, love? Where is that blood coming from? I'm really worried about you"

It's alittle awkward to explain it to him, because you two so far never talked about it before. But he is calm and listens to you without making much of a thing out of it.

"Does it hurt?", ist the only thing he wants to know.

As you nod, he very softly and carefully picks you up. He's letting you down into an arm chair, refreshing the bad than tucking you in.

"What makes you feel better? Painkiller? Tea? Warmth? Cold? Snacks? I'm not much of a cook but I could make you some canned soup"

He is very attentive and caring.

Tech

There is something wet on the sheets and you are not there. He's confused and alarmed, groping for his goggles on the bedside table. He turns on his reading light at the bedside table too, puts on his goggles and pulls away his blanket.

There is blood on his knee and the sheets. But it's not his, he is not wounded or anything.

He takes a sharp breath, "Cyare?!"

Where were you?!

He jumps out of bed, hastily putting on some clothes.

"Cyare?!"

"Bathroom"

His heart is pounding up to his throat as he reaches the door.

Locked.

"Cyare I found blood in our bed! Are you hurt?"

He can here you sniffle.

"Please open the door, Mesh'la, let me see"

You open the door, he comes in and scans you with his eyes. He can't see any wounds.

"Where are you bleeding?"

"it's not a wound", you say meekly.

It just takes him a second.

"Oh I see. Menstrual bleeding. But that's nothing to cry over...or is it?"

You sniffle again and sob, "It hurts, it's so annoying, I ruined the bed and I feel so low and hungry and sick and pissed and..."

"Hormones.... Don't you worry my love, we'll make it as comfortable for you as possible"

Tech cleans the bed, makes you tea and helps you put up your feet. He's making snacks and turns on a holo movie on the projector so you can relax.

He carefully snuggles up to you.

"Better?"

"Much better. Thanks, Tech"

Crosshair

When he wakes up and sees the blood, he's ready for a fight. Jumping out of the bed, grabbing his rifle he sneaks through your apartment. He sees light coming from under the refresher door.

He's not asking he barges in, making you squeal in shock. He looks at you, sitting on the bathroom floor, face wet and tears streaming down your cheeks.

"What the hell...? What happened?", he asks, taking down his rifle.

"Nothing"

He blinks. His expression isn't saying much right now. Crosshair sighs.

"So there is blood in your bed and you sit on your bathroom floor crying, because of nothing?"

"Yes"

He raises his brows and sits down next to you.

"You sure?"

"Yes"

"Stubborn thing", he growls "It's that monthly female thing with the bleeding, isn't it? It hurts and you're moody again, right?"

You sniffle, "Yes"

Crosshair nods and sighs again. He can't handle it very well when your moody, but he knows you're not doing it out of spite or anything. You just feel shitty right now.

He get's up and leaves you sitting there. He is gone for quite a while and your tears are falling again, feeling hurt because he left you there. When he comes back you hear another sigh from him, as you look up at him pouting.

Crosshair takes a tissue and dries your tears, before carefully helping you up. You are suprised to sea a steaming tea at your bedside table, the bed is freshly made and there is some chocolate and neatly cut pieces of fruit on a plate right next to it.

He's brought the holo projector from the living room into the bedroom.

"Wanna watch a movie?", he asks as if nothing happend as he covers you with a blanket acting like it's nothing special.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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cocobear137 · 2 years ago

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◄┈ ▫Hide and Seek▫ ┈►

Shikanoin Heizou x Female Reader

"Why me?", You questioned. You didn't do anything bad. At least nothing bad to your understanding. So, here you sat, in an interrogation room waiting for a Tenryo official to question you. The room was quite dim. Only a paper lamp and a painting sat with you. It looked like a poor attempt at making a small room look cozy. Like that would make a difference while being tied to a chair.

It was quiet, with nothing to do but stare at the painting or wander the endless land of the mind. "What did I do wrong". You are a low-life taking in whatever scraps were left behind by the rich clans of Inazuma. It was unfair that only the rich clans get to stay alive despite a long history of working with smaller clans to gain any reputation. Like a student working for their mentor only for them to backstab the very being that gave them rise. The smaller clans are left to rot and die out. And the Vision Hunt Decree didn't help either. Many people died fighting and many were driven insane until they couldn't handle it anymore. It felt like the world wanted you to be alone. Killing your family, and taking away your name. Hate was all that was left of you. Now, you were left alone in this selfish world.

The door slowly opened, creaking as it did. You eyed it lethargically, knowing full well that lies can flow out of your mouth like poison. You didn't care much, after all, what do you get to worry about? It's not like you had anyone waiting for you outside of these walls. You had nothing to lose. A short male came whistling in as he stared at the small file he had on you. "Strange", you thought. "So laid back." Maybe that was to be concerning but he looked quite friendly and carefree. But that thought quickly disappeared as you remembered, this is the Tenryou commission. And that distaste for higher-ranking clans started to heat up.

"Let's see, what brings you in today?", the short man said. His cheeky smile spear across his face as if he was talking to a friend, rather than a total stranger.

"I don't know you tell me." You replied, gaining a giggle from the man. His maroon hair had a small black streak in it, something you would have never noticed had he not bent over to cover his mouth. From the looks of it, he doesn't seem to take things seriously.

"You were brought in for an investigation. And I would like your help." He said as he straightens himself. Clearing his throat and dusting off his chest. "The name's Shikanoin Heizou. I am the Tenryo commissions' detective and we got a case to solve."

"Yeah, sure, like the person brought here against their will and tied to a chair will help." You smirked as sarcasm laced your words. And besides what good would you be? "Why do you need my help anyway? There are tons of other more capable people that can carry you to a solution."

"You've got quite a mouth on you, huh?" He giggled. "Looking at your records, it seems you know the outskirts of Narukami Island pretty well."

"Why not get an adventurer or a surveyor to go with you? Why me out of all people?"

"I think you'll be very useful to this case." His eyes stared into yours, laser-sharp and threatening. Like something dangerous lies beyond them. You mentally gulp under his gaze. "Now, let's get going before the trail runs cold." He stated while starting the leave the room.

"Yup, I'll be there with you in a bit."

"Oh! Sorry, forgot you were tied down. My co-workers are very rude, I'll give them a word later." He again giggled as he turned around and untied your ropes. After graciously removing your restraints, you and Heizou made it outside with some glances from the other officers. Not to mention the same officers that tied you up and watched you leave.

You debated running away. Sneaking behind a nearby store vendor to avoid any more confrontations. If anything you just wanted to get away from his annoying whistling. The tune wasn't even catchy or rhythmic. Just a lump of notes that may have sounded good if it were following the typical pattern of a song. But while looking around for a good place to hide, you noticed his glowing teal vision that resided by his hip. Its glow was enticing and beguiling. Visions were mysterious and unknown by your clan. Not many had them and if they did, their line of work found little use for them. It was quite admirable that whoever was granted one, was also granted the attention of a god. But one fact was known, visions granted power. And power was what you despised after the fate of your family.

"So, detective, were to?" You questioned nearing the edge of Inazuma City.

"You'll see when we get there!" He turned to give you a wink and a smile. You could tell he wasn't telling the whole story. But by his style of talking, you knew you wouldn't get many answers if you questioned him. So, the journey to an unknown destination was pretty quiet. Except for his whistling. In concern for your sanity, maybe talking would occupy his mouth instead.

"So, do you often do investigating with strangers?"

"No. Not really. But it sure is fun!" He answered. Quickly shushing the high pitch noise he previously made. "It is quite interesting. Human emotions and reasonings."

"Why is that?" You retorted. Even though you try to avoid any human interaction, you preferred him talking over whistling. "Are you a therapist on your off time?"

"Funny, but no. I just like messing around and seeing people's reactions!" His closed-eyed smile made you concerned for your safety. "Oh! Looks like we are here!"

The area was overgrown. It was unkept and seemed like no one has lived there in a while. Just over the hill, you could see Inazuma city and its glowing lights made the place you stood look dark. Wooden boards and debris were scattered along the property, but one house stood in the center of it all. Moss and various other plants have made their way onto the porch and through the cracks. Life thrived in an abandoned, desolate place. Heizou walked up to the building wondering about the clues he could find. But you knew this place.

"Tell me. Why are we here?"

"For the case of course!" Heizou said without turning to you, unaware of your changed demeanour.

"There is nothing here." You said in a sad tone.

"Of course there is!" He turned slowly to look at you. Your body almost looked smaller, as if hiding from something. Like a mouse in a lion's cave. Heizou found that interesting. With just his eyes, it was all he needed to know that you knew this place. You, of course, remembered your home. "The evidence is standing right in front of me."

Instantly, your body perked up. You knew you shouldn't have gone with this man. "I should've ran when I had the chance!", you thought. You met his eyes. They were filled to the brim with anticipation. Like an owl awaiting its prey. You dared not to find out where his strength lies. But at the same time, you didn't know his intentions. But your family is dead, what gain can come from something long gone from this world. Except, you still stood. Air still fills your lungs.

"Everyone that lived here has been reported dead. All but one." He walked towards you. You followed his feet movements backwards. "I'll admit, you impressed me. It took quite some time to track you down. Even after the vision hunt decree you still managed to get away from me!"

"What do you want?" Your voice was shaky as your breath quickened. A wooden plank caught your foot and you fell on your behind, earning a small squeak to slip past your lips. Before you could get up, Heizou was standing over you.

"I just wanted to say..."

"I found you, Y/N!!!"

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years ago

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JJ coming home late from work and reader is already asleep and it's just JJ admiring the reader

okay so I found this interesting just because it absolutely fucks with perspectives? because I usually never write in perspectives like these in fanfic, so this is an experiment, let's see if it'll work out

also, kinda came out differently, don't know if this is what you wanted

The day had been long and exhausting. JJ had spent most of it outside, which usually was one of his favourite parts, but not today, not with the scorching heat and the unapologetic sun blazing down on him for hours on end. He was desperate to get home, to get to bed, to get to you.

And it was late. Half past midnight, on a weekday, and you'd probably had a hard day at work as well and would have to get up even earlier than him tomorrow - he had no hopes of you being up, but he didn't mind. He didn't think he was in any condition anyway to have even half of an intelligible conversation.

As quietly as he could, he closed the door behind him and put his backpack on the kitchen table, tiptoeing into your room with only the little light of the hallway lamp.

You had fallen asleep waiting for him, lying on your side, your laptop open in front of you. Way too close to the edge. Even though his legs didn't want to work anymore and his eyes almost closed by themselves, he folded it shut and placed it onto your nightstand.

But before he could as much as step around the bed to get to his own side, you had your hand around his wrist.

"Don't go", you mumbled, mostly asleep but partly woken up by his movements.

"Don't worry, princess", he whispered, brushing his free hand through your hair once, smiling even though he knew you couldn't see it. You'd already closed your eyes again, you'd already went back to sleep. He felt a little guilty for waking you up in the first place. "I'm never gonna leave you as long as you don't force me to."

#jj x reader #jj maybank obx #jj maybank #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank x reader #obx jj #obx #jj outer banks #outer banks

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years ago

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Touron Pt. 5

After JJ dropped me back off at the party, I soon realized that Sarah didn't even notice I was gone. So after making sure she was safe, I got an Uber home. I wanted to be alone and I was too high from my orgasms to care if she got mad.

I laid in bed constantly in and out of sleep as my mind raced. Why hadn't he texted me back? Was he okay?

Days go by and he doesn't respond. I try calling him a couple times and he doesn't answer. He's going to think I'm some, clingy obsessed girl but I'm really getting worried. I automatically offer to go to town anytime someone needs anything just so I can look around for him but I always turn up empty handed. I even have enough time to stop by the clinic and get put on the pill and score some free condoms. I even go by the address he saved in my phone but his dirt bike isn't parked anywhere so I leave before I start to feel like a stalker.

What if something happened to him? Is he safe? Did he decide he didn't want to do this anymore? I'd do anything to make sure he was okay.

I'm in such a light sleep that my phone lighting up from a text message has me instantly awake. I snatch it off the nightstand, almost knocking the lamp off in the process as I hope and pray it's from him.

Meet me at the Druthers. Make sure no one sees you. - J

I quickly pull on my sleep shorts and sneak out the window down the hall that Sarah showed me, using tree branches to sneak down to the ground. The house is dark and silent. No one is awake. The dock to the boat is like a mile long and I suddenly become paranoid that I'm being watched since I'm out in the open. I keep the light from my phone off as I step on board, my shirt sticking to my back from sweat.

I go below deck and wander around helplessly in the dark. I find the door to the cabin and it suddenly opens, strong arms pulling me in. I yelp as I'm molded to a warm, hard chest. He's shirtless again. I slide my hands up his abdomen, feeling every ridge, over his nipples and up to his neck. His minty breath hitting me in the face. I missed him.

"Where have you been?" I demanded, not caring how I sound. Even as a friend I was worried.

"I've been busy." He states, moving in to kiss me but I turn my head.

"You couldn't even let me know you were okay?" I snap and he sighs, his hands grabbing roughly at my ass. I feel his hard erection pressing against my stomach already. He doesn't want to talk but I do.

"We're not exclusive. I don't have to text you at all hours of the day." I gasp like I've been punched in the gut. So I'm not even worthy of a text back? I shove at his chest but he doesn't let me go.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you being like this?" I feel tears in my eyes and he stills. I feel his hands slowly cup my face and I can barely make out the outline of his face as he presses his forehead to mine.

"I'm sorry," he says. I can smell a hint of weed and alcohol. He's not even sober. "I should've let you know I was okay." I nod, trying to pull my face away but he doesn't let go. He's here because he needs something. I can tell something is wrong. I push myself against him, wrapping my arms around his back as I hug him. I feel him tense for several moments until he gives in, hugging me back, burying his face in my neck. I feel him tremble, like he's crying and I have to bite back my own tears. I suddenly don't care why I was mad at him. He's here now and he needs me.

I feel him tug at the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms up so he can take it off me, leaving me bare. I press my chest to his as I press up on my toes and kiss him. The restraint seems to snap and he's kissing me with urgency. Hard and fast. My shorts come off and I feel him smile as he tugs on the strap of my thong.

"Good girl." He whispers and heat washes over me and down to my toes. He scoops me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us over to the perfectly made bed. I'm dropped onto my back, his lips finding mine in the dark as he hovers over me. I'm shaking with need.

"J, please. I want you." I plead, tugging at the buttons of his shorts between us. He slides off the bed, removing something from his pocket before pushing his shorts down along with his boxers.

"Are you sure?" He asks, kneeling on the bed between my legs. I hear the crinkle of foil and realize he has a condom.

"Yes." I breathe, his lips finding mine again then pressing his forehead against mine. His erection is digging painfully into my thigh.

"Don't do this for me. Don't pity me." JJ murmurs, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. He was going to leave a hickey. His hand dipping between us, massaging my clit. I whines as every nerve in my body ignited. I needed him.

"No, never. I need you, JJ." It probably sounded more intimate than I meant for it to but it worked. His lips found mine again before he quickly sat back on his heels and I watched him roll the condom on. He braced on arm next to me and the other guided him to my entrance. I sucked in a breath as he pressed against me.

"First lesson in sex, relax." He murmurs against my lips. The lessons. I almost forgot. I wanted him so badly I didn't even think about our agreement. I gripped his arms as I let my legs fall open against the bed and exhaled.

"Next lesson, this might hurt." I feel him inch inside me. He hovers over me on his elbows as he looks between us, watching himself enter me. It doesn't hurt, I just feel stretched. If I wasn't so wet, I don't think it would go in as easily. My hand slides down to roughly grab his butt and a laugh rumbles through his chest.

"Impatient little brat." He kisses me as he pushes all the way in, our bodies connected in every way possible. I pant against his lips.

"JJ, please, do something." I groan and I feel him smile as he kisses along my throat. I feel him pull back slightly and push back in, his mouth coming down on mine to silence me.

Suddenly there's a thud from above deck and we freeze, our spell broken. JJ scrambles off me and we both yank our clothes on as we listen to footsteps above us. I could get sent home if they catch us. They might even try to get JJ in trouble too. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and JJ pulls me into a tiny closet filled with swim gear, just as Ward Cameron and another guy I don't recognize walk in.

Ward has his back to the other guy and I can make out the outline of a gun in his waist band. I suck in a breath and JJ clamps a hand down over my mouth, his body rigid against mine.

"I'm going to need the money upfront." The stranger says, glancing around the room. It's obvious he must be a Pogue, just by how he's dressed and carries himself compared to Ward.

"I told you, half now and half when the job is done." Ward counters. I hear something latch shut and I realize Ward got into a safe hidden in the wall.

"These things take time, man. The more money I get up front, the quicker I can get it done."

"I'm not playing games with you, Maybank." I freeze and I feel JJ stiffen, his hand hard against my mouth. Was this his dad? It had to be. I wish I could see his face but if we so much as move an inch, we'd be caught.

"You'll get the rest of the money when they're done." Ward tosses a wad of cash to JJ's dad and he gives an annoyed chuckle. My heart stops when he reaches behind him but he tucks the money into his back pocket.

"Pleasure doing business, Kook."

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heresathreebee · 3 years ago

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Wearing THAT Part 2

Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You finally get to fuck you best friend. Let him show you stars. Previous Masterlist

Tags: 17+ | Undressing, oral sex (female and male receiving), protected sex, light choking and spanking, and hair pulling

AN: damn I took way too long to post this but IT'S FINALLY HERE PLEASE ENJOY

“Big baby,” you hiss.

“What was that?” Dewey sat up on his haunches and his jeans burned as he straddled your bare thighs. You could honestly say you never once imagined this would happen in real life and you’re kinda nervous about the expectations not just for you but for him. Yet every move he makes brings you confidence– you’re both all in now, why not have fun? You were about to fuck your best friend afterall. Speaking of, Dewey brings your attention back to the present when you feel his warm hands slide around your wrists and pin you to the bed below. “What did you say?”

You can’t help but squirm and you feel the gush of new wetness seep out of you. Dominant Dewey was never something directed at you before now. “I called you a baby! What are you gonna do about it?”

He knows you’re egging him on and he’s content to let you. His grip becomes tighter on your wrists to the point of pain and he loosens his grip like a warning. “Maybe I’ll flip you over and spank you, that what you want, you little brat?”

Un-fucking-believeable. You hate being called a brat, fucking loathe the word, but it sounds like the sweetest threat coming from him (maybe because you know he doesn’t actually mean it). You want to say yes, but Dewey climbs off of you to disrobe. White button up whipped to the floor by the lamp, superman t-shirt lost to the carpet by the door. It’s when he starts to undo his belt that you involuntarily whimper.

He hears you and goes a little slower.

"This what you need," he says with certainty. "Fuck, you look good."

His grip on your ankle encourages you as you slowly but surely wriggle and roll from your back to your belly, never breaking eye contact but feeling your whole body tremble. Dewey must see it as he drops his belt to the wayside much to your disappointment. You want to correct him, tell him you're excited, not scared, but you shut your mouth. Maybe it's for the best, you decide, maybe next time.

You yelp and quickly cover your mouth when you feel Dewey's hand come down on your ass. Dewey watches your flesh jiggle with a smirk. You feel heat seer through your body and grab one of his pillows to bite down on. You wiggle your hips encouraging him to do more.

You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and then his teeth give you a nip on your sore cheek. The wetness between your legs grows. Dewey's hand comes down on your other cheek and your eyes roll back into your head. He groans and you hear him finally drop his jeans onto the floor before you feel his warmth meld onto your back.

Dewey plants a tiny kiss behind your ear. "Ned's still awake. We have to be quiet," he whispers regrettably.

"So?" You try to roll your hips and feel what can only be his hardened member. "Patty's out, what's Ned gonna do?"

"Ned will come in here if we're not trying," Dewey replies, "he's done it before, trust me."

You smack your lips to let him know you're annoyed but you are also immediately distracted by Dewey's warmth as it soaks into you. He's like your own personal heating unit, a furnace in human form. You can hardly feel the chill that usually takes over the room and you bet if you stood outside in the true Chicagoan winter in his arms you might not feel a thing.

His tongue is even hotter as he runs it between your shoulder blades. You know he's right– there's no spanking your butt in a way that feels good and is light enough not to make a lot of sound. You two haven't even had sex yet and you're already thinking of next time.

He purrs in your ear, "I'll make it up to you right now."

Dewey nudges your legs apart to sit between them. You want to turn over and watch him but you're committed to this position and the thrill of not really knowing what comes next. He doesn't leave you wanting for long as his hand slides between your belly and the comforter and his hips roll against you, languidly brushing his cock between your moist folds.

Fuck. "Do that again…"

You're not the one in control here, and just to remind you of that, Dewey ignores you. You feel him pull away and his hands circle your hips up so he can slide a pillow underneath and prop you up higher. You spread your legs almost unconsciously and await eagerly for his next move.

"Fuck." His breath ghosts over your backside and it makes you even more of a mess than you already are. "I can't believe it took us so long…"

The feeling of his fingers digging into your cheeks is followed by the feeling of him pulling them, spreading them wider for better access to you. Your body trembles in anticipation and your eyes drift shut as you feel his dexterous tongue circle your entrance. Dewey's moan makes you clench and you have to bite down on the pillow you've kept to your chest to keep quiet.

Dewey's mouth is languid and exploratory as he lavishes your most intimate parts with some much needed and long awaited attention. Your eyes roll back twice when he dips down to lick your clit, then goes back to focusing on your hole. The tip of his nose is another maddening sensation constantly bumping into you unexpectedly. You're used to your partner's noses bumping your clit, not your other hole.

Just when you think you can't take anymore teasing, Dewey pushes two fingers into you down to the knuckle and you whine. They're fucking thick and you definitely saw that beast he's got swinging between his legs so you know this is merely preparation for what's to come next. It forces you to shiver and squeeze the intrusion much to Dewey's delight.

"Dewey…"

Dewey hums against you and your core tightens in response. The scratchy hair on his chin is driving you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible but you want to see him. You twist and contort until you can look and reach behind you. Instead of tangling your fingers in his hair, you pet him. His eyes open lazily, looking at you over the swell of your ass. His fingers and mouth never stop working your body with the same skill he puts into playing his guitar and you can't stop that wave of emotion from crashing over you.

Your fingers curl into his hair and you can barely feel the moan he releases into your pussy because you are completely star bound as you cum.

Your legs twitch as you fall limp to the surface of the bed. Your head is still in the clouds and you barely notice Dewey crawling up your body to lay half next to you half on top to just cuddle with you and let you come back to your feet. You're grateful for the brief respite as you catch your breath and come to.

"Holy fuck." Your voice is muffled by a pillow and it makes Dewey chuckle. You roll over, put a hand on his chest to push him back and resettle face to face, then rest your eyes. "Gimme like five minutes."

"That good huh?" His voice is positively dripping with smugness but you let him have it.

There's nothing like the feeling of his head on your shoulder and his fingers gently grazing the back of your thigh. Dewey's not in a rush to finish, this is your first time together and he wants it to be good– he needs it to be good. Because he likes you.

You catch your breath and sit up, forcing Dewey to roll off of you. He gets a good look at your front now that you've sat up and he drinks it all in, eyes never lingering in one place too long. That pride goes straight to your head and you lean over him mischievously.

"This ain't everything you got, is it Rockstar?," you tease, "gonna show me what else you got, right?"

Dewey's eyes quickly turn dark again and his hands slide up your thighs to your hips. One hand grips the back of your neck and pulls you down into a deep kiss, your nipples tingling as they brush the hair on his chest. You don't expect him to flip you over and can't stop the AAAAUUGH that escapes your mouth.

You land right under the headboard not three inches from the night stand. Dewey towers over you, hips keeping your legs apart but it's not enough so Dewey presses his palms down on the inside of your knees to open you up even more, as far as you'll go. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip and you're briefly worried he's going to eat you out again– you want his cock.

The bobbing, red thing that's been leaking precum since you sat in his lap at the party. He must have noticed your line of sight as his hips jut forward just a little bit, inviting you to touch him. You make him look at you as you reach for it, feeling the smooth velvet skin wrapped over an iron rod. It's imperfect in that good way. Curves a little to his left at the end and he keeps his bush trimmed. You give his cock a squeeze at the base with every stroke and watch his eyes roll back into his head.

Dewey swallows roughly and shakes his head as if staving off a fog. He flicks your hand from his cock and leans down to kiss you again. You allow his tongue entrance without hesitation and run your fingers through his hair, just basking in his attention despite the throbbing need in your core.

You definitely hear somebody open the door over Dewey's sweet moan, but it's forgotten as soon as the door closes and the grumble that follows is muffled on the other side. It sounded suspiciously like finally.

You hum and break the kiss to breathe, "want your cock in my mouth."

Dewey is already shaking his head but you're adamant. "Just for a second, please? It'll only be a second."

"You're bold in assuming I'm going to last a second on that wicked tongue of yours."

You chuckle, but you lean back anyway and lick your bottom lip expectantly. Dewey rolls his eyes playfully, but he can't hide that he wants to see– even if only for a second– just how far you can take him. And he is in for a surprise.

"This is such a bad idea," he says, crawling up your body. "Stupid idea. Terrible…"

When his hips are high on your shoulders you open your mouth wide, tongue out just to tease him. You are rewarded with a deep, deep groan. Dewey's already thinking about how he's never going to recover from this.

With his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he presses the leaking tip to your tongue.

Instantly you give him a firm lick and feel his whole body shiver. The frenulum of his cock slides along the tip of your tongue deeper into your awaiting mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck. The noise it pulls out of Dewey makes your nipples ache.

"Fuck…"

You relax your throat and take more of him and half way down his shaft you feel the hair of his balls tickle your chin. The man has to grab the headboard to keep himself upright, eyes rolling back into his head as he tries not to cum then and there. Before you can do anything more, his hips pull back, hand pressed to your forehead and he slides out of your mouth with a wet pop.

"No more, no more," he begs. He looks delirious for half a moment before he gathers his wits and climbs off the bed. He digs around in his nightstand for condoms, flashing six foil packets and asking with far more sense than he has in the past few minutes, "what color?"

"Green."

Dewey tosses the others on the nightstand and rolls the green one on at your request. He mumbles something under his breath and you kick him in his pert little ass. "What was that?"

"I said you would pick green."

"Well I gotta remind you how good I look in it, don't I?"

Dewey returns to the bed, towering over you from between your legs and ratcheting them up higher, bending you almost in half to glower almost menacingly. "The next time I catch you wearing tights, I'm going to fuck you through them."

You hum and buck your hips in invitation. "promises, promises…"

He kisses you as he finally, finally slides inside of your wet, tight heat. He tries, tries, tries to take it slow but once he's got the head in, he snaps his hips the rest of the way home, needing to be engulfed in you now. Your pussy feels even better on his cock than his fingers and you felt fucking amazing on his fingers.

"Babe…"

You dig your fingers in his hair and pull hard. "Fuck me, Dewey. I want bruises."

Your command is his to obey. It's not long before his deep, testing thrusts become a brutal pounding, one where he has to grip the headboard with white knuckles and hold you down with the other hand on your stomach. You take it– all of it– with dirty moans and thrashing. He's hitting something deep inside you that nobody has ever hit before and it's fucking unravelling you at the seems.

"So good…" his mumbling voice finally rises enough that you can make sense of his words over the wet slap of skin on skin. You're both coated in sweat and drunk on each other's bodies. Your eyes drifted shut at some point trying to not get overwhelmed by the many sensations but they fly open when you feel fingers around your neck.

Dewey's looking down at you and you've never felt hotter. His hand squeezes– for nothing more than a single second– and he watches you, still pounding away at your pussy.

You lean your head back, a silent offering. The next breath you take is deep and you are given no choice but to hold it as Dewey finally finally clamps his hand around your throat like a vice. Your mouth opens subconsciously but you cannot gasp. No air goes in or out of your lungs, there is only a burn beginning in your chest and a dizziness in your head.

Your eyes roll back and you break the instant Dewey let's slip a very unconscious and in the moment "fucking love you."

Stars burst behind your widened eyes and a gush of wet seeps in from somewhere in your body and pushes Dewey's cock out. He let's your throat go and has to cover your mouth at the volume of your moan.

The man laughs at the spectical and pushes back inside your heat, fucking your through your second orgasm and delighting in being covered in way more liquid than either of you expected.

His pace changes, long deep strokes meant for him and his pleasure. How he can still fuck you at this pace will leave you wondering for months after this, but he does and he does it so well. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down flush against your skin.

The change in angle brushes your clit and causes tiny sparks in you and you tighten around Dewey with a purr. He meets your purr with a growl, burying his face in your chest and continuing to pump into you. He's close, you can feel it in the frantic change in his rhythm. Dewey keeps time like a fucking metronome but he's lost in the feeling of your skin, your smell, your embrace.

Your legs wrap around his hips and you run your tongue over his ear before you whisper, "I love you too, Dewey."

Dewey's entire body freezes. His cock throbs with the beat of his heart as he fills the green condom and presses his hips into yours as hard as he can. He can't breathe until his orgasm recedes, and by then you're coming again too just from the excitement of it all. He can barely hear the whimper he releases into the hollow of your throat as your pussy milks him for all he's worth.

You're both shaking for several minutes in the afterglow, holding each other and catching your collective breaths. You barely remember cleaning up and changing the sheets. You do remember sharing starry eyed glances and giggles with Dewey just before finally falling into bed and curling into each other.

"Ok," you say, "I know I said we don't have to label it but…"

Dewey drags his knuckles against your spine. "Yeah… if you had to pick a name… what would you call it?"

You hum and draw stars on his chest. "How about… for the rest of my life?"

Dewey smiles till his cheeks hurt. "I could get behind that."

Morning comes with a flourish of sounds. Dewey's snoring, birds chirping, Patty knocking.

Oh god Patty's knocking…

You bury your face in Dewey's neck and groan. There's no way she remembers your promise… right? She's knocking a lot, maybe she's just mad with a huge hangover. "Dewey! Where's my girl? Dewey!"

"She's in here!" Your head shot up and you looked at Dewey with a face belying utter betrayal. Dewey simply looked at you with no remorse, like a cat who pushed your glass of wine from the table. "Ready to go for a run babe? You're good right? Do your legs work?"

"You motherfuck–"

But then Patty was opening the door with a confused face and you had to scramble to cover your nudity. "What? You're sleeping in the same bed now?"

"Uh…" you're at a loss for words between the two of them.

"Doesn't matter, get dressed! You can borrow my clothes or Dewey's, shower later! Let's go!"

As soon as Patty's gone from the door, you turn on Dewey. The man throws a hand up in defense but instead of catching your hands, you kiss him. You hold his heart in your hands and kiss him deep and long. When you finally pull back, he's breathless and ready for a second round.

And that's when you tell him, "when I get back, I'm gonna smash your guitar into tiny little pieces and stab you with them."

You left him alone to panic for the hour you were gone (he spent it hiding his equipment from you).

The End

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