#grabbed it since a friend i rarely get to play with these days got super into it and I wanted to spend time with them

[yoiku]

I am getting so tired of having to check everything new for AI shit. Sometimes its hard to notice or find out (if it's not just art) and so often I dont even think to check. A new game comes out and seems fun, you buy it and learn a few days later that the main dev/devs are apparently advocates for using AI for just about anything. I'm tired. I don't want to have to go through this shit so often.

[moonpedri]

matching.

summary: though it was spontaneous, you decide to tag along to ibiza when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you. the only problem was his little brother, barcelona's number 8, pedri, and his red swim shorts.

pairing: pedri x reader

genre: fluff, smut (suggestive)

warnings: making out, petting, swearing, pedri is a little shit

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: i orginally had this planned as a little imagine. if you've read honey, you may remember a beach scene being mentioned very briefly. and since i recently got a similar request, i fleshed everything a little more out and birthed out this big baby lmao. hope you enjoy!!🤍

PS: while proof-reading i noticed that i completely messed up the timelines, this fic actually happens before honey and not after, but oh well. 😭 this is super annoying but i liked the way this fic turned out so deal with it pls 🥺i may turn this into a little ibiza trip series with multiple parts and other places!!

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It is the middle of summer and the sun was blazing unforgivingly over you that not even your sunshade could help you escape from the heat.

You look at your friends over the rim of your sunglasses, as some of them currently play around in the water. The radio stations all reported well above average numbers for the coming weeks and so naturally your friends would want to go on vacation somewhere near the beach.

Originally you had nothing special planned for the summer, but since your best friend Sofía is dating Fernando González, who just happens to be the older brother of Pedri González, Barcelona's young star-midfielder, you somehow happened to get dragged along to Ibiza.

This wasn't a rare occasion, because ever since Sofía started dating Fernando, you ended up with this whole new lifestyle consisting of football matches, special events, galas and travel.

And with FC Barcelona winning LaLiga and the season ending, all the players want to make the most off their freetime.

"Fer wants to book the tickets, __, you're coming with, right?", Sofía asked you last week. It was super spontaneous and honestly you were a bit annoyed that you got asked so late, giving you no time to prepare or clear your schedule (not that you had much written on it anyways lol)

But you would also lie if the idea of going to Ibiza didn't excite you. You always wanted to go to the infamous "party" island, but it was a costy dream - one you couldn't afford. Well, until now.

So you agreed and found yourself only 5 days later at your dream destination. One of the perks of having a friend like Sofía is that with trips like these, you didn't have to pay a cent. As a close friend, the whole thing basically got financed for you. Only shopping expenses and maybe food you had to cover yourself - of course.

The single downside of it all was the fiancier of it all himself: Pedri.

Ironic, right?

But there was no way you couldn't feel that way towards him. He is simply infuriating. When the two of you were introduced to each other over dinner at their home, Pedri wasted no time trying to subtly smooth his way into your pants.

It was almost unnoticeable to be honest and you know no one paid attention, but you did. You noticed how his arm brushed your shoulder, how his hand grabbed your waist when he wanted to move past you and his hips grazed your ass. It seemed like his eyes were glued to your cleavage and somehow no one took notice.

In his defense though, you weren't a saint either. Where he pulled, you just let yourself get tugged along. When he moved past, you purposely arched your back; just to test the waters and pushed out your chest to maybe rile him up a bit; you don't know really.

There was something entertaining about an attractive guy like Pedri showing his interest for you so blatantly and pursuing you in such a secretive way.

Yet for all it's worth, you never went further than touching and looking, sneaking a kiss here and there. It's clear what type of guy Pedri is, if all the buzz around his rather promiscuous love life, filled with influencers and models, is any indication.

You heard what people said, what the articles reported. Pedri is young, rich and successful, he would be a fool to immediately pursue a serious relationship at that stage in his life. He liked to enjoy life, be wild in his early 20s and keep the monogamy for later.

And it's not like you could blame him, honestly. You're sure that if your roles were switched, you would enjoy his lifestyle too to an extent. You are you though.

And you wanted something serious, someone to treat you with respect and loyalty. Surely, Pedri saw you more as a way of passing time, just having his fun with you. But you had enough self-respect to not give in to his troublsome ways.

Also, you barely had the nerves to put up with all that.

That's what you liked to tell yourself at least.

With a sigh you turn your head to where Sofía suddenly sits up. You're about to close your eyes again, ready to fall under the sun's mercy, when you hear your best friend scoff next to you.

You bring your sunglasses up and follow her sight. "Can you fucking believe that?", she says agitated.

A loud giggle errupts and you watch as two girls talk animatedly with both Fernando and Pedri.

The brunette one subtly scratches over Fernando's arm, as she seems to listen intently to whatever he's saying. Fer doesn't really engage her, keeps his visible distance, though Sofía doesn't seem to care. Her eyes shoot daggers in their direction.

What bothers you though was the blonde one clinging like a koala onto Pedri. She seems so....you can't find the word but it irritates you. And he did absolutely nothing about it, actually rather enjoying it. Not that he shouldn't of course, but he could keep his distance as well. Also, you didn't want to have to deal with two horny people during your vacation (one you didn't pay for but you get the gist), and an angry best friend, if they were to stay.

It also doesn't help that Pedri looks the way he does. Absolutely gorgeous.

You never thought to be admitting to this but he almost looks like sex-on-legs in those red swim shorts of his. The sun burned his skin in the most beautiful way possible, accentuating his natural blush and his slim but toned body. It's been nothing but torture the entire day.

The two of you watch them for another minute, none of the brothers noticing any of your hard stares, when Sofía stands up determined. "If he wants to play, I'll play."

When she notices your indifferent state, she looks at you expectantly.

"What?", you ask.

"Come on, I can't do this alone."

Reluctant you get up as well and shake non-existent sand off your legs. "I don't know Sof...Fer doesn't really seem too into it."

She cocks an eyebrow and the expression on her face says enough for you to not press any further.

"Yeah, yeah alright.", you say. You don't know what plan she has in mind exactly but you follow her anyway. You get increasingly confused when she proceeds to take her bag and go to the changing rooms. She closes the door behind you and rummages in her bag and only when she pulls something out, you realize the absolute stupid plan she has.

No, you don't think even scriptwriters could come up with such silly ideas.

"I cannot believe you."

In her hands are, what you believe to be, the flimsiest bikini pieces you have ever seen.

"I always pack a pair or two for emergencies.", she says and gives you a pair. A red brazilian bikini, the ones with high-cut strings. "And as you can see, this is an emergency."

You hold the garments up. "I thought Fer doesn't like you wearing those, why did you pack them for emergencies?", you ask confused.

Fernando is a sweetheart. You really think there could have been no one more perfect for your best friend than him. He's not controlling, always puts her first and you genuinely believe that he always has her best interests in mind. Fer is not the type to forbid Sofía anything, especially not in regards of clothes. He let's her wear whatever she wants, no matter how short or ridiculous it looks. However, for some reason, he has often voiced his strong dislike towards those brazilian bikini bottoms that recently started trending.

It didn't bother Sofía at all, she didn't really wear them often anyways. But you guess she never got rid of them either.

"Precisely that's why. Also, they tan better.", she says as she takes out a white pair for herself. You don't think she really understood your question and you make a point to ask her later. For now though, you have another problem at hand.

"Ok ok, so you try to rile him up one way or the other. I get it. But why do I have to wear one as well?"

Sofía looks at you like it's so obvious and you're dumb for even asking, "Because there's two of those skanks? We can drive one off, but as long as the other stays, none of them will leave."

Your brows shoot up and you groan frustrated at what this means. "Oh come on, Pedri is not that bad.", Sofía reasons.

If only she knew, you thought. You want to protest but you think back to the blonde girl that threw herself onto Pedri and something bad bubbles up in your stomach.

With new determination you two change and make your way back to the beach. Sofía looks gorgeous in the bikini and for all it's flimsiness you think it suits you pretty good as well. Okay, who are you kidding. It looks fucking sexy on you, hugging you in all the right spots and making your ass look extra perky.

And you know you're not the only one who thinks so, as you feel the eyes of several men and women alike on both of you.

It gets even more apparent when two certain brothers look your way. Comically enough, the two girls shamelessly joined them on your sunbeds. By now your other friends joined as well and Sofía walks in front of you to where the others are; pointedly ignoring Fernando's presence.

You aren't as strong-willed though and can't help but sneak a look at Pedri. He already looks back at you, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scan your entire body.

You immediately turn your head back, feeling your cheeks heat up stupidly enough, despite the weather, and sit next to Miguel.

"Ohh, what's the occasion?", Samuel whistles when you two settle down.

Sofía shrugs and you feel uncomfortable with all eyes on you. It becomes worse when the conversations stop as well suddenly and Fer stands up. "Why did you change?"

"Felt like it. Also we can tan better now.", Sofía says indifferent.

He frowns, "But you looked pretty before." Bless his heart you think.

Sofía ignores him, and you think she's going a bit too far but it's not your relationship to intervene. "Samuel can you help put sunscreen on my back, I can't quite reach it."

The flabbergasted look on Fernando's face was both priceless and heartbreaking to see and you slowly begin feeling bad.

"What?"

"Sure."

Both answer at the same time and you grimace at the awkwardness. Fer goes and grabs the bottle out of her hands, the pretty brunette completely forgotten already. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I don't know what you mean."

He turns to the rest of you with an apologetic but upset expression, "Will you excuse us for a moment?"

He proceeds to take Sofía to a more quiet place on the beach. You see them argue in the distance but ultimately decide that for now it's not your business anymore.

Samuel and Loréna already went back into the water, Pedri is occupied with the two girls and only Miguel was with you.

The sun hasn't gotten any less warm and now that you wore this criminal bikini, you could at least put it to good use, right? So you take the sunscreen and hold it out to Miguel. "Can you?", you say pointing to your back.

It takes him a moment to understand what you mean, but when he does, he nods and reaches out but someone else happens to be faster than him. "Let me do it."

You look into Pedri's honey eyes.

Next to you, the blonde girl scoffs and regards you with an angry face. Miguel leaves as well and you want to say something to stop him, begging him not to leave you alone, but Pedri beats you to it. "Turn around and lay down." His voice is firm and it unwillingly sends shivers down your spine.

And for some reason you listen.

Your stomach retracts slightly when your belly touches the cold sunbed. But you forget everything the moment the cool sunscreen touches your skin and Pedri begins spreading it.

It's too sensual for your liking and he's gentler than you thought. Pedri goes all the way up to your neck, massaging the spot thoroughly and when he slowly goes down, his hands reach under your bikini top. Embarrassingly enough, pleasure fills your lower stomach.

Yet, you don't know what overcomes you, but attraction makes you do stupid things, so you simply reach behind your back and open the knot. "It'll be easier.", you explain with a small voice.

You get an answer in the form of his hands, when Pedri touches the exact spot and slowly glides his hands to your sides. His index fingers barely graze the sides of your boobs and goosebumps erupt all over your body.

If Pedri notices, he doesn't say anything.

Instead he just continues spreading the cream all the way to your lower back, his fingers once again invading places he shouldn't, much to your own excitement though.

It's quiet the entire time, you barely register Miguel talking with the two abandoned girls and going away with them. Light chatter and laughs, the splashing of water and the moist sound of Pedri spreading the sunscreen are the only audible things around you.

But you should know by now that it's only a matter of time before Pedri decides to ruin peaceful moments.

"Need me to put some on your ass as well?"

Shameless is the only word good enough to describe the football player. "In your dreams maybe.", you say and turn your head to watch him through your glasses.

His eyes are glued to your backside, "Oh if only you knew, princess."

You bind your bikini top back together and sit up, "You're stupid, González."

"For you, yeah."

You resist the urge to punch him and ignore the fact that it affects you more than what is condemned good. "Will you stop?"

"Why, do I make you nervous?"

You cross your arms over your chest, his eyes immediately zoning in on the movement. You (un)consciously press them together tighter, for no particular reason.

"No."

"Really?", he extends the 'e' sound and leans forward. Not expecting him to, you automatically fall back. He grabs the edge of the sunshade and pulls it down until it completely hides the two of you.

"What are you doing, they'll see us!"

Pedri chuckles and you can't help but peak at his pink lips, only inches away from yours now. "That's what you're worried about?"

"What else?" You think maybe the heat has gotten to your head, but really it's just Pedri's presence on top of you.

You see the way Pedri's mouth opens, ready to continue the banter but with his entire body pressed into yours, his natural scent mixed with the sea, his honey eyes boring into yours and exploring your entire face and his hands itching on your hips, you do the only thing possible in this situation.

You grab his neck and smash your lips against his.

He responds immediately, reciprocating the kiss. You hate how good it feels and despite how confusing it is with him, no moment has ever been clearer than right now.

A whine leaves your mouth when Pedri presses his hips into yours, the pleasure inmessurable. It's an indecent thing to do at a public beach (even though this is a private part of the beach Pedri specifically rented for the vacation) so he pulls back but right now you can't care at all.

All rationality leaves your body when you grab his red shorts by the hem and pull him back. You cling your legs around his back thighs and butt.

"Woah there, sugar, slow down.", he laughs, while caringly pushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

Honestly, you would be flustered in any other moment but this. You can't think straight, the need to have him currently overweighting any other feeling.

His left hand slides from your waist to your ass, massaging the flesh. His other hand is clasped around your jaw, keeping your lips firm against ist.

You lose yourselves in the moment, Pedri's left hand close to where you need it the most. It's embarrassing how easy his fingers manage to slip under your bikini. And when he touches your clitoris, you're on cloud nine.

Your hands wander down to his beautiful red shorts and waist no time to wrap around his dick.

He groans into the kiss, "Fuck."

You begin moving your hand up and down and that's when all the weight on top of you suddenly disappears. "Shit, I hate to be the one, but we-"

"Yeah, I know.", you immediately cut him off and organize yourself a bit. Your head spins a bit, everything going too fast for you. Your body and mind haven't completely sobered up yet, and it stings a bit to be turned down like this. It's also confusing. But he's right.

Pedri seems to read you well enough by now, when he says, "It's not because I don't want to."

You hold up your hand, not ready for any kind of rejection, "I'm not dumb, Pedri. This is the fucking beach." Yet you wonder if he would have gone further if it was the pretty blonde and not you.

He goes through his hair and laughs, "Not because of that. My brother is coming and I don't think now is the time to explain ourselves, is it?"

You immediately spin around and indeed, Fernando and Sofía are walking in your direction; hand-in-hand, you might add. Luckily they seem too focused on one another and their ice cream to notice you and Pedri.

When you turn back, Pedri winks at you. "I'll choose a more private place next time."

You scoff, "There will be no next time."

He rubs his chin thoughfully and looks at you in an actingly confused way, "The way you were going at it, I could have sworn you were down for another- Ow!"

You hit Pedri angrily, the redness on your face surely visible, "Don't ever mention that again."

"And what if I do?", he smirks cockily.

"Pedri!"

"__!", he imitates in a high voice and this time you can't help but laugh. You roll your eyes playfully and shove him away. It gets increasingly hard to not crush on him. Maybe you already do.

The sunshade moves then and Fer and Sofía hop next to you two.

"Nice to see that you two love birds made up, I was beginning to worry.", you comment and Sofía lovingly puts her head on Fer's shoulder.

You four chat around a bit more, when Fernando suddenly chuckles and points at you and Pedri. Confused, you both look at him.

"You two look more like a couple than we do. Did you notice that you're matching?"

You did, in fact, not notice. And neither it seems, did Pedri.

You make a gaggig noise then and shoot up, "Whatever, I am going to change."

Pedri follows close behind, "Want me to help?"

"Shut up!"

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© moonpedri - DO NOT copy, translate or post my work anywhere without my permission!

[inumkii]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ how you got together - inumaki x reader

bullet pointed scenario

genre: fluff, f2l

wc: 1.2 ish

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ an: hii this is my first jjk fic!! this might be the only thing i ever post LOLL currently ignoring my massive hiatus on my kpop blog T_T anywayss i wrote this super quickly its prob not the best ;p

i feel like toge would be the type of person to have you make a lot of the first moves

like when you guys were just stupidly pining friends, he made it pretty obvious that he liked you but wanted you to actually confess verbally 

it was mostly because he didn't want such a big milestone of starting your relationship to be texted or written by him but maybe like 20% of it was because he likes to be annoying

he's a little shit so if your the type of person to wait on the other person to make a move, good luck! because he’s making you do it

like there was a point were he was certain about both of ur feelings being mutual so he’d just play it up by being really touchy, making it obvious that he wanted to be right next to you, always clinging to you, etc.. you know,, making it obvious that he really does like you

but poor you because you were spending your time overthinking eveything. maybe he was just really touchyyy!! maybe he's extra comfortable around you!!! (i wonder why.)

it was actually driving your friends insane tho

maki’s last straw was during a training session out on the field, her and panda were sparring as you and inumaki watched on the steps

inumaki, as usual, was glued to your side, hands toying with the fabric of your long sleeve uniform

as maki landed her last hit on panda, you got up with their water bottles and ran them over to your two friends 

toge followed closely behind, still attached to your sleeve

you were balancing both of the bottles in one arm since the other was being occupied as toges leash of some sort, but you approached the other two like nothing was out of place

this sight wasn't anything new to panda or maki so they kept their scoffs and eye rolls internal. it was mostly just driving them crazy that neither one of you had made a move. it was obvious you both liked each other so why aren’t you guys doing anything about it??

“nice one, maki!” you cheered as the two grabbed their respective waters, toge let out an ingredient of affirmation as well

“ah, that was nothing” she proudly boasted, part of it directed as being a playful jab toward panda. she glanced down at inumakis hand attached to the end of your sleeve as he seemingly refused to be more than a few inches apart from you

“anyways,, im planning on grabbing lunch after this, yn, you coming with?” maki turned towards you

“sure!! i didnt have any plans,” you mused and you and maki set off and away from the field, toge still trailing behind as if following you was the obvious route to go

“just me and yn today, inumaki. sorry man,, go do something with panda” maki had no problem brushing off your friend, she was trying to get you alone which was something that seemed more rare as days go by (cough cough toge let maki have some time with her friend)

he laughed and backed away in compliance before giving your shoulder a quick squeeze as the four of you split off

once he was out of earshot, maki finally groaned

“you need to make a move already, its so frustrating watching you two cling to each other without doing anything about it” she complained as you felt your face heat up

you were well aware of toge’s touchiness and couldn't ignore his potential intentions behind it,, but yet there was this looming fear of actually enacting a confession that stopped you from going further 

“do you think he really likes me?” you asked pathetically. anyone’s answer would’ve been a loud yes,, but you still felt like you had to ask maki for some semblance of confidence 

she stared at you, an incredulous look breaching her face

“i cant believe you're asking me that question” she scoffed out a laugh, “but since you need to hear it. yes, toge inumaki is one hundred percent in love with you”

she left it at that, causing a permanent fluster to torment you for the rest of lunch

your lunch with maki had left you a little more confident about where you stood with toge, however. she had begged you to do something about it soon, claiming she couldn’t bear to witness any more pining

you had to do something about it soon or else you’d continue to sleep on her advice, overthink it, and never do anything about your problem,,,, it was now or never

you shot a text over to toge and waited on a nearby bench on school grounds

a few minutes passed with you spending them painstakingly fumbling with your phone case, picking off the stickers that were already on their last leg

there were so many times within those short seven minutes where you debated sending a ‘never mind! something came up’ to him

he finally showed up fairly quickly, joining the spot next to you on the bench

immediately discerning your nervous state, he placed a hand over yours

his action didn't do much for your nerves but it gave a little more hope that your confession would have a good outcome

(you were painfully unaware that no matter what you did, you had a 100% success rate)

he voiced his concern, squeezing your hand as you turned to face him

it felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest but you had to rip the bandaid off

meeting his concern gaze, you finally said it

“i like you”

okay

maybe not the smoothest confession,, but given your anxiety over the situation, it was a miracle it was even said

all toge did in response was reach up to cup your cheek and smile 

his single expression gave you the answer you so desperately needed

pouring all his love and admiration into one expression, you hadn’t realized this was always how he had been looking at you

wordless communication though gazes and lingering touches had always been the way he was allowed to express himself

you had been overlooking it for too long, too caught up in your own mind to see the way he gazed at you like you were the only thing he ever needed to focus on, worthy of his attention at any moment you needed it

your heart melted on sight as you leaned into to press a kiss on his lips 

it was sweet, brief but not hasty. toge had always been good at placing his emotions into his actions and he made sure you felt everything he was feeling

the two of you parted before you leaned back in to place two more kisses, one on each side of his mouth where his seals were placed

he leaned in to your touch, pulling you in for a hug. as he buried his face in your neck, he breathed out a sigh that wordlessly expressed ‘you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this’ and you laughed into his hair

it might've been way overdue, but he’s here now in your arms, this time without the weight of wondering if your feelings were truly requited

oh an maki just got a text from panda of a blurry, zoomed in image of the two of you on the bench together from the distance

“fucking finally” -maki

[annab-nana]

the stoic one - somehow managing to evoke a laughing fit in the baby with Eddie he would definitely try and make the baby laugh

omg yes

warnings: not proofread, dad!eddie

❀ masterlist ❀

"come on, rosie," eddie practically begged the little girl, "giggle for me, will ya? i know you can do it."

ever since he had heard the sound come from his little girl when you were making faces at her, he had tried his hardest to get her to laugh for him, but he could not do it. it was starting to bother him.

he let out a sigh and dropped his forehead to meet hers. "you're killing me, rose. absolutely killing me, sweetheart."

he would've kept trying if it weren't for the knock at the door. he stood, rosie on his hip, as dustin opened the door to let himself in alongside lucas and mike.

"where's will?" eddie inquired after noticing the trio was down one member.

"he had a runny nose, so he decided to stay home so he didn't accidentally get rose sick," lucas explained, setting his bag by the door and walking in with his two friends.

"i knew i always liked that kid," eddie mentioned before he sat rose down on the floor to play with her blocks. "well, y/n is taking a nap, so we can't be super loud when we're playing d and d, got it?" the boys nodded at him. "good, so you guys keep an eye on rosie for a minute while i go check on the spaghetti."

as soon as eddie was out of sight, rosie noticed there were other people in the room and lost interest in her blocks. her eyes found each boy for a moment before she crawled over to mike. her tiny hand reached for his pant leg, grabbing a handful of the fabric and tugging on it with a grin on her face.

"aw, she wants you to hold her," dustin cooed at rosie's actions, but mike's nose turned up at it.

"i don't like babies." it was true. he wasn't a real big fan of holly until she was at least three and a half.

lucas rolled his eyes and scoffed. "pick up the damn baby, mike."

the boy let out a defeated sigh and reluctantly reached down to pick up rosie who already had her arms stretched up to him. the teenager and infant stared at each for a moment before the rosie erupted into a fit of laughter, dustin and lucas joining in to chuckle as well.

"oh now, she's making fun of me," mike grumbled while glaring at dustin and lucas who still snickered at the pair. rosie laughed even louder, seemingly mocking mike even more.

at the sound of the little girl's laughter, eddie bolted out of the kitchen and into the living room. he was astonished and slightly jealous.

"how did you do that?"

mike looked at eddie curiously. "do what?"

"make her laugh. i've been trying to get her to laugh for days and i can't even get her to crack a smile."

"i just looked at her and..." he trailed off while making eye contact with the baby who giggled once more.

at first, mike felt he was being picked on when the little girl laughed at him, but now knowing how rare it was to get her to laugh, a sense of pride swelled in his chest.

a small smile spread on mike's face as he bounced rosie in his arms.

"maybe babies aren't so bad."

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[star-railfanboy]

Their Muse

|Hello everyone that comes across this. This is my first writing for Honkai Star Rail. It's going to be a modern au in which the reader is best friends with some of the Star Rail boys and is an artist. The reader will also be smaller than all of the boys. Feel free to change the pronouns to fit your own. Anyways I hope you have a wonderful day or night and please enjoy.

Scenario: You both were considered a pair it's rare to see one without the other. You were always with a sketchbook or something to draw on in your free time. You've been friends since childhood. He constantly wished to see what you had been drawing and is quite surprised when he manages to get a glimpse one day.

Caelus, and Dan Heng (separately) x A Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: long, minor spoiler character spoilers?, and (minor injuy mentions nothing graphic). |

Caelus:

Caelus and (Name) were hanging out at a new Cafe together. It was one if their free moments and were going to be joined by their other two friends eventually. "I'm bored." Caelus whined leaning against his long time friend. He wasn't even allowed to rummage through the trash cans on the way because they stopped him.

Caelus had had a long time crush on (Name) but felt he had better luck with some trash can than them. It was hard for him to gauge what they thought of him. After all they've always treated him the same way. He admired them for a variety of reasons and always enjoyed their presence.

"Well if you're so bored you can pull up your game you're always playing on your phone. Dan Heng should be here soon after all he sent a text saying so in our group chat. Then we'll just be waiting on March and it's anyone's guess to when she'll arrive." (Name) stated while doodling something in their sketchbook. They occasionally glanced up at him making him pout.

Caelus was looking at them intensely as if begging them to entertain him. He was a being of chaos and needed something going on. "How about you show me what your drawing or teach me to draw instead?" He suggested.

He wasn't sure if it was his gaze or his question but he noticed their cheeks turn pink and they quickly shut their sketchbook "I'm going to order another drink would you like anything?"

Caelus perked up at their words. It meant they were going to treat him. "Can I get another juice?" He asked. They simply nodded placing the sketchbook down and getting up. He noticed the sketchbook was still on the table after they went to the counter. He felt a strong sense of complusion come over him.

The two had been friends for so long but for some reason after they graduated high school (Name) stopped showing him their art. It irrated him because he loved their art. Curiosity had over taken him and he glanced around to see them still at the counter ordering. He sneakily grabbed the sketchbook.

He gently flipped it open. His eyes widened in surprise as he flipped through the pages. They were all very well done sketches of him during different outings the two had. When he got to the most recent page which they were just sketching on and it was him sitting there. He glanced back at them and saw them still waiting for their drinks. His face felt like it was on fire.

He quickly shut the book and contemplated the morality of the actions he just performed. All these years they had started drawing him. The drawings were super flattering. One might think they were drawing a model if they were shown it.

"Hey Caelus why are you so flustered?" March's voice quickly snapped him out his thought. He look up at her. Then watched as she noticed (Name)'s sketchbook and her eyes lit up. She quickly grabbed it as they came back to the table.

They placed Caelus' drink right in front of him. Then set their's down before trying to grab their sketchbook from their hyperactive friend. "March I love you but my drawings are private!" Their face had become a deep red. While March held it away from them.

"No! You let Dan Heng see it once but Caelus and I never get to. Just a peak to make it fair. Caelus you wanna see it too don't you?" She whined holding it away from the other. Caelus looked at the two. His guilt was eating away at him. He had a choice to make. He didn't want to be dishonest and March seeing what's in it would mean playing a game of a thousand questions.

Thankfully he didn't have to ponder too much because their stoic friend showed up grabbing the sketchbook from March 7th. "When I saw their sketchbook it was merely because they were asked for my opinion on a drawing. They'll show us when they want to." He simply said handing the book back to them.

"Caelus you have to be curious too right? After all you two are always together and have been friends for like ever. You should help me convince the buzz kills." March whined shaking his arm. Caelus felt it was better to own up to his crimes before March gets back on the topic of his blush.

He cleared his throat looking away rubbing the back of his neck. "I was so I glanced at it while (Name) was getting us some more drinks" He admitted refusing to look at the others.

"Oh did you see their note then?" Dan Heng asked wondering if he should take March somewhere else while the other two talk. Caelus looked surprised again and noticed (Name) was hiding their face with the book. "I didn't. (Name) give it back I need to see this note." He said getting up and reaching for it. They were now playing keep away from him. It was futile because his arms were longer.

"It's not in here anymore I ripped it out." They stated. Caelus looked disappointed. "Wait what's in the sketchbook!?!?" March questioned before being lead away towards the counter by Dan Heng. "We're going to go order drinks while you two sort things out." He said walking away with March.

(Name)'s face was now on fire refusing to look at the other. Caelus leaned down. "So why were you so ashamed of showing me all these drawings. They are very flattering and to know you use me as your art muse makes me happy." He teased. "If you liked me you could've just said so after all the feeling is the same." He said giving a smile.

He grabbed their hand which made their face become more red. He kissed their forehead and the two heard a click. They looked over to see March holding her camera towards them with eyes shining. "You two need to allow me to be apart of the wedding!" She said excitedly.

"They aren't exactly dating just yet though it will be nice to not hear anymore of their pinning." Dan Heng stated crossing his arms. (Name) just wanted to disappear into the floor.

Dan Heng:

Dan Heng got along well with his best friends. Sometimes he'd wonder what it would be like to date them. The two have always been able to spend several hours together in a comfortable silence. He'd be reading while (Name) would be drawing. He never was shown their art work which made him a bit disappointed but he refused to press them in the matter. He figured they would show him if they wished for him to see.

When the two went off to college together they decided to rent an apartment together. After all they've always been near one another since they were young. There was a point he had lost his memories for a bit due to an injury. He started falling in love with them after that incident. A lot of his old friends abandoned him during that time simply because they didn't wish to rebuild the relationship.

However (Name) told him that it was ok he didn't remember them. They wanted to stay by his side even if it meant their friendship had to start over. He regained all the memories he had lost though. He was glad they didn't leave him.

After all that he started noticing very little things about them. He also realized he liked listening to their voice and seeing their smile. It wasn't until he was on an outing with Himiko and Mr. Yang where Himiko pointed out he was in love with his best friend. The idea was reinforced when he was with Caelus and invited him to a study session with the two. Caelus stated he didn't want to be a third wheel to the couple and was planning a date with a trash can instead.

Dan Heng was surprised that a few people had brought the matter of a crush up to him. He wasn't able to deny his feelings now though he didn't want anything to change so he remained quiet about them. Being able to spend his evenings with them while they drew and he read was enough for him.

He was heading home from some of his biology classes. He had gotten out early which was rare but he wasn't complaining. He was gifted a new book from (Name) that he wanted to start reading.

He figured that they wouldn't be home yet when he walked through the door. He went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. On the counter he noticed (Name)'s sketchbook laying there open. He would be lying if he wasn't curious. So he took a quick peak at the page it was open to.

His face immediately heated up. He hid his blush behind his hand. It was a very well drawn sketch oh himself. There were some hearts neatly drawn around it in the blank space. He quickly took a picture of it and sent it to Caelus asking if he knew what it meant. He wouldn't dare send it to March 7th as he couldn't handle the teasing from her at the moment.

'They like you in the same way you like them is my only guess. That drawing is very flattering. Do you think they'd draw me of I asked them?' Caleus had quickly responded. Dan Heng felt his thoughts racing for a second. 'I'm unsure if they would they tend to keep their art private as they draw for themself. Do you mind if we meet up I need help sorting my thoughts?'

Caelus immediately responded with a pompom emoji and 'Be there soon.' Dan Heng had to admit he was glad his friend was sometimes happy to help. Though he wondered if. It was conditioned into him from being asked all the time.

Within a few minutes there was a knock on the door. Dan Heng went to answer and saw Caelus who invited himself in. He walked over to the counter and saw the sketchbook. "Have you looked at any other pages?" He asked.

The black haired male shook his head no. "I don't think I was supposed to see this page. They told me earlier they left in a rush because they had forgotten about their class today." He answered. He watched the taller male walk over and start flipping through the pages.

Dan Heng frowned. "We shouldn't look through it without their permission." He said. Gold eyes looked back at him unbothered. "Shouldn't have left it where I could find it. Be glad March isn't here. She'd be taking pictures of every drawing and sending them to everyone." He stated matter of factly.

"They definitely like you back. This sketchbook is filled to the brim with drawings of you when you two hang out and when we're together as a group. Hey they drew me as a raccoon! Rude." Caelus said with a blank expression.

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow at his friend. "It's pretty accurate if you asked me. What should I do about this situation?" He asked himself. "Ask them out. Though you'll probably get too in your head if you do it in person. I'm gonna ask March and Himiko how they'd do it." Caelus answered closing the sketchbook. "Once you're dating they owe me a drawing of me that isn't a raccoon." He pulled out his phone.

He sent a messages to Kafka instead of the two he mentioned March would ask too many questions and he didn't wanna deal with it and Himiko would just tell him to be honest. He noticed Dan Heng's eyes went wide at the two he mentioned. "Caelus please tell you didn't actually ask those two?" He said.

"Nah I asked someone else whose good at romance." Caelus said waiting for her to respond. Romance wasn't his Forte after all when he was down on his luck he considered dating a trash can. He saw the message. 'If you're too shy to do it in person just write them a letter and let them find it. Though your future lover will need to get my approval kiddo.'

Caelus then grabbed Dan Heng's phone. "What are you doing?" He asked. The silver haired boy rolled his eyes. "Just trust me." The taller male pulled up (Name)'s contact. He typed out a confession that sounded like Dan Heng's writing. He immediately sent the message. "Here's your phone back." He said handing it back to him.

Dan Heng's eyes went wide and he quickly tried deleting the message from the chat log but froze when he saw three dots indicating they had seen the message and was typing a response. Caelus was watching the chaos with an entertained smile. While Dan Heng was standing there frozen.

His face felt like it was on fire when they said they liked him back and was wondering if he wanted to go on a date. He was now contemplating hitting Caelus or thanking him. "I'm gonna be your best man right?" The golden eyed boy asked.

[uhhsoph]

✰ Games ✰

Summary: Baseball player Chris and softball player Reader practice together before readers game.

Warnings: None! Fluff, kissing

A/n: okokok, I need to apologize first 😭 I haven’t written in awhile so like I said I’m sorry if it’s not the best written thing ever. ngl kinda hate this

nowwww, enjoy!

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“you guys are coming to my game tomorrow right?” I asked my best friends, Nick, Matt and Chris. Except, with Chris, everything with him made it more complicated to call him just my friend. He would always treat me like I was something more to him. He would do these little things that made me feel like I was on top of the world. For example, he always made an effort to hang out with me, he would remember the little things about me, and most importantly he would help me with anything and everything, no questions asked. Except, maybe he just does all this because he considers me his bestfriend. It wouldn’t surprise, despite that I couldn’t help but think about how he doesn’t do all of this for Madi.

“uh, duhh! when have we ever missed a game of yours?” Nick replied.

“yea of course, we’ll definitely be there.” Matt added.

“let me help you practice, gotta be on your A game, right?” Chris said, not looking up from his phone as he spoke.

I sighed. “yea yea, because you’re so much better than me at baseball huh?” I smiled, looking down at him.

“see, now you’re getting it! sooo, if you ever wanna be as good as me I suggest you accept my help.”

The thing about Chris is that he’s always confident in everything he does, and it’s great. I wish I could be like him in the slightest. He was always dedicated in the sports and hobbies he decided to spend his time doing, he always did his best to be the best.

“hmmm okay, you wanna help me practice let’s practice. when do you wanna go?” I asked him. This wouldn’t be our first time practicing together, he always made it super fun.

“how about… now? better late than never anyway.”

“come on then, grab your glove and bat I have everything else.”

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I drove into the parking lot of the field me and him always practiced in, which is also the field he spends his time playing baseball in. To be completely honest, I got into softball because of Chris. I was 7 and the triplets were 8. Chris had this friend who played baseball and said he was super good and Chris being Chris, he wanted to compete with him about it. He spent hours, days, weeks making himself the best he could be. He worked his ass off practicing and it all payed off. He became the star player on the team. He pitched almost every game he played and won almost every time. But, on the very rare occasion that he lost a game, he would push himself to his limits to make sure it would never happen again. I looked up to him, his passion about it and I wanted to be like that. So, I started playing softball and became a pitcher just like him. It added to the many things me and Chris have had in common since the beginning and it made me feel closer to him on many levels.

“sooo, you wanna pitch first, bat first, or I can help with a little infielding. ohhh, or even maybe do some outfielding.” Chris asked as he grabbed our bags out of the car.

“uhhh, you can bat first? I always do better pitching first anyway.”

I walked over to him, trying to grab my bag so I could take it to the dugout myself. It was kinda heavy after all, it had everything in it even a collapsible batting T. Chris pulled the bag away from where I could grab it.

“nuh uh, I asked you to come practice. you shouldn’t have to carry your own bag.” He stated, before continuing towards the dug out.

“but Chris-“

“nope. no buts. you know nothings ever a bother when it comes to you.” He smiled at me before walking completely to the dug out.

I smiled to myself before following him. He hung both of our bags on the chainlink fence, putting on batting gloves and grabbing his helmet.

I pulled the pitching net from off to the side and started to pull it in front of the mound, getting hit in the face by a line drive isn’t on my bucket list today.

“hey hey, what are you doing?” Chris asked with narrowed eyes from the dugout, still getting himself situated and ready to bat.

“I mean, getting hit in the face by a line drive wouldn’t be ideal. I can’t play tomorrow with a broken nose.” I shrugged.

“yea, but you also can’t play with a pitching net. is the net gonna be there when you play tomorrow?” Chris asked me, despite knowing the answer. No.

“no.”

“exactly. sooo, you gonna use it or not?” He said, walking out of the dugout.

“fine, but if you break my nose or any bone on my body best believe I’m making you pay my medical bills, Christopher.” I replied before pulling the net back to its original place, grabbing a bucket of softballs instead.

“I would never.”

I spent almost an hour pitching to him, every pitch he would suggest things to make them better. Despite me only doing softball pitches, his feedback helped. And, like he said, I didn’t get hit in the face with a line drive.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a break.” Chris loudly exclaimed, before dramatically throwing his bat down and walked into the dugout. I dropped the ball and my glove on the mound before going into the dugout along with him.

“so, you’ve gotten really good since our last practice.” He said, pulling me closer to him as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“You know, I only started playing softball because of you?” I sighed.

He raised his eyebrows and looked down at me. “really? because of me?”

“really, I’ve always admired your passion and dedication about all of the sports you play. In one way, I wanted to be like you. but in the other, I wanted to impress you.”

I looked away from him, this is something I’d never expect myself to be admitting to him but he’s helped me so much to get to this point in my life, and I know it’s the right the to do. To be honest about it.

He grabbed my jaw softly and turned it towards him, so I was looking at him.

“you know, all I’ve ever wanted to do was impress you. I wanted you to see me in a different way than you did my brothers…. I wanted you to see more than that.” He admitted, smiling softly at me.

“I’ve only ever seen you in a different way than them.” I whispered as we leaned closer into each other.

“In a good way I hope.” He whispered softly, getting closer to my face.

“the best way possible” Those were the last words said before he pushed his lips onto mine, something both of us have wanted for a long time. That feeling was something that could be felt in the kiss, hunger, desperation maybe.

Eventually, we pulled away and smiled at each other.

“now, come on! let’s keep practicing, then maybe you’ll be as good as me.”

“whatever.” I said as I pulled him back out onto the field.

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[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 4, Episode 2

Time for episode 2!

Two weeks ago according to Ethan later on, since he probably didn't waste too much time in Detroit, he's wearing the same outfit after all so he more than likely bailed that night

Ethan really is a sweet pea and I love him but god do I love writing that temper of his, I don't do it often enough yet between all the fun and smut and heartbreak and angst

I went to rewatch this bit for any details he might've filled in but nope, whole page is empty ;w; thanks Reprisal. Also laughing at Ethan literally leaving everything behind apart from this outfit and a single bar of chocolate. I love the detail that Horn makes its way into pretty much every title, it's a reoccurring bit

Again I was so not paying attention to anything when Johnson wasn't on screen that first watch that I completely missed that she gave him this front and center 🙃 what a jackass I am

I need to know what this means. It was never brought up again, not even when they met up. My guess is that it's supposed to be like 'look at this and feel reassured that I'll get you out' but the take that it could also mean 'show this to someone and they'll help you' is also interesting, but it's probably the former since everyone thinks she's dead and I doubt she has any friends left considering they think she started a war oop

He will be getting rid of this eventually and that's a promise

This is unforgiveable. It's also funny to me that both Ethan and Matty cry but Johnson, the man played by David 'He's Workin' Those Eyes' Dastmalchian, doesn't. Do you know how hard it is to write scenes where he's sad but doesn't cry cause he's Johnson? Extremely.

It's been pointed out before but Johnson is just straight up gone and Ethan is in his place lol like at least get him a stand-in if David had to be gone for the far shots

I still cannot believe that Bash made me imagine this. This line is so fuckin wild

Even Matty got worried when Bash started doing his thing he was not ready for a fight here

lmao Gary in his sunglasses trying to look intimidating, imagine Johnson trying that, it's not working for you bud

This one's a double, cause not only does this say that Doris taught Ethan how to come down from his panic attacks (which makes me cry) but it's also the super rare time that any amount of time is mentioned. It was so incredibly difficult to work out my timeline for this show that I had to grab the one single date shown (ep4) and move entirely around that based on what everyone says, when the boys go on a run since it takes 11 days (ep5), and when their outfits change

This isn't a detail or anything I just wanna say I love writing their scenes since it lets me really get into Ethan's head while he's hearing her actively push away everything he's saying. I kinda made him way more self-aware in my fic because of that, but having him be aware but still trusting her enough to rationalize her actions in real-time is a lot more fun to me than blind trust

I love this line so much lmao there's so many lines I passed over because I watched without the subs, like I just thought Bru was eating the ham pie like that because he liked it but nope he gets them 'runny' so he can 😂 I also like the detail how they had Ethan order four, so either one is for Johnson or Matty's having two lol

That's the one thing that lets me down in this show, Johnson keeps disappearing for no reason ;w; he should always be by Matty's side even without me knowing they're dating so let's just imagine he ducked inside to grab more drinks or he's using the bathroom and he'll just be right back, hence the fourth pie 👍

Can everyone please stop hitting Matty 😭

Matty just going 'mm' and then getting back to eating lmao he's so fuckin cute he doesn't even care, there's also no reason for him to be sitting on the table and hunched over his food like a gremlin he's gunna make me kiss him what who said that

Well I reached my limit trying to talk about their last scene so I guess I'll see you tomorrow to wrap up ep2, who would've thought such a short amount of scenes would need two posts? 💛💙

[bluewavesofchange]

The guardians of the Pharaoh.

Rebirth of ancient secrets.

I don't own Yugioh or it's characters

Chapter 2

The day had been…different for Yugi. He had gone to school with the Millennium puzzle hanging around his neck and he wore a smile on his face for the first time in months. Téa was pleasantly surprised to see the short teen in such a good mood but she wasn’t going to complain. Class had been fairly normal, up until Joey and Tristian had started picking on him during recess. In the past he would just ignore them since they normally just teased him or made fun of him. But recently he entertained their antics as Yugi thought that they were just lonely and looking for someone to take their issues out on. And honestly the tri-colour haired boy just thought that the two of them could use a friend.

The two boys eventually ran off when Téa had arrived and reprimanded them for teasing Yugi. The rest of the day was pretty normal after that until Yugi was leaving school and was leaving school when he was approached by Ushiro, the oversized teenager with eyebrows that you can land a plane on tried to convince the shorter kid to allow him to be his bodyguard and protect him from bullies.

When Yugi refused, the behemoth grabs him by his arm and drags him to the back of the school where some of the other members of Ushiro’s crew had beaten up Joey and Tristian. This horrified the small boy as Mr. Eyebrows explains that he overheard how they picked on Yugi and wanted to help the kid out, stating he was doing it for free as he kicked Joey in the stomach. Yugi quickly got between the bully and Ushiro, stating that he won’t let him hurt his friends. This upset the larger teenager who proceeded to punch poor Yugi and knocked him to the ground before kicking him over and over again.

Joey and Tristian sees this and somehow manage to stand up despite the pain. They try to take on Ushiro, getting a few hits in before they are knocked down again by the giant’s crew. Yugi witnesses all this and wished there was a way to help them…he feels a familiar presences coming from with his puzzle before he blacks out. When he came to Ushiro and his cronies were laying on the ground shaking and screaming in fear, their eyes looking around frantically as if they were witnessing something horrifying, as if they had gone mad. Yugi just shrugs and heads over to Joey and Tristian, helping the two boys stand and took them to the nurses office.

When Yugi arrived home, Solomon grew concerned when he saw his grandson’s face was bruised. He asked him what had happened and all Yugi said was that there was an altercation at school but he was alright, he thinks he even made two friends. That did not sound right to the old man, he would phone the school later to find out what had happened.

The following day, Joey greeted Yugi at his locker and called Yugi his friend before running off to class, accidently leaving his shoe behind. Yugi was surprised but overjoyed as he ran after the blond headed teen to return his shoe. Things were looking up for the short high schooler. The next few days he got to know Joey and Tristian a bit better and they actually got along quite well. On one particular day Yugi brought his duel monsters cards to school and Joey was instantly intrigued. They spent their lunch break playing the game, even though Wheeler was struggling a little…ok a lot. But they still head fun.

The group of friends went to the game shop after school so that Joey could buy some cards so that he could build his own deck and so that Yugi could convince his grandfather to show his new friends his super rare card (which Yugi mentioned in class that very day)…unfortunately someone else had overheard the teens conversation…

Seto had started attending high school a few months after he collapsed at work. Apparently the fact that he wasn’t taking care of himself and neglecting his brother didn’t sit well with child services and threatened to take his brother away. He would not allowed this and had come to an agreement with the social worker; he would attend classes and finish high school, (despite the fact that he was a genius and one of the wealthiest men on the planet), he would delegate work to the other board members of Kaiba Corp so that he could have time to take care of Mokuba and rest (even though he was trying to get rid of them so that no one could threaten to take away his company) and he would need to see a therapist (which surprisingly he refused to do).

All in all he made it work, though he felt busier than ever but it helped to distract him from the grief and pain he was hiding. At school he wouldn’t talk to anyone and remained indifferent to the other students. He didn’t care about them and they seemed far from his equal. He shouldn’t even be there, he could’ve easily bribed or threatened child services or done something underhanded to get them off his back but that would be using tactics his step father would’ve used…

The classes weren’t that bad but they were boring and uninteresting as he had covered most of the lessons when his step father was home schooling him…making him sit for hours and study without any rest…using unethical methods of making him learn…the brunet could sometimes still feel that stupid collar around his neck even though he burnt it years ago…

But besides the classes the students were annoying. 4 of them in particular were the worst. First was the blond loud mouth that sounded like he was from Brooklyn, his pointy haired friend who followed him around, the brunet girl that wouldn’t shut up about friendship and her friends…and then there was him…the short kid with gravity defying hair. He never talked to anyone and just kept to himself. The only person he would talk to was the Téa girl. He never really spoke with the kid since he seemed to be a loner but there was something about him that annoyed him…

Then one day he showed up with a weird upside down pyramid hanging from his neck and suddenly it was like he was a completely different person. The tri-coloured haired kid started hanging out with the loud mouth and his buddy, they could be heard throughout the school with their over enthusiastic energy. It was disgusting. However day Seto Kaiba heard mention of the shorties grandfathers super rare card would change everything…

Seto was furious as he stormed out of the game shop after the old fart had refused to sell him the Blue eyes card. How dare he refuse the billionaire what clearly should’ve been his! He was seething with rage as he got into the limo, slamming the door shut before the driver drove off. Something needed to be done about this, he would make the old man pay and he would get that card…somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice was shouting at him, trying to tell him that he had missed the photo frame that hung on the wall behind the register…holding an image of a happy looking family…with a girl he had not seen for a year…but his mind was clouded with greed and anger.

Later that night Yugi was sitting with his grandfather having dinner. A lot of things were going through the kids mind. The past few days had been some of the best days he had experienced since his sister left. He finally had a group of friends who he could trust and who liked him for who he was, friends who would stand by him no matter what and who would help him through anything. And he would stay loyal to them and support them no matter what. However there was still a hole in his heart that refused to go away…a bitter loneliness…

Solomon Muto could clearly see something was bothering his grandson, "So…anything exciting happen at school today?", "Hm?" the boy looked up from his half eaten plate of food, "Oh um...no, not really. Just the usual stuff..." he answered in a soft voice as he looked back down at his food..."I can see there's something heavy on your heart...I am here to listen my boy." the old man said as he kept his eyes on him, knowing exactly what was bothering the young boy...

Yugi set down his fork as he sighed softly, "It's just...it's been so long since we've gotten anything from Lillian...I'm starting to wonder if she's..." he fought back the tears as the images of his sister lying somewhere dying or already dead filled his mind, making him tremble. With a soft smile on his face, Solomon put his hand over his grandsons, "I'm sure she's fine Yugi. Maybe it's just taking sometime for the postcard to get here."

"I know...I just miss her...", "I do too. I miss watching you two fool around in my game shop when you should have been doing your chores." the old man said as he thought back to when Yugi and Lillian were still little, letting out a soft chuckle as the memory of the two pretended to be knights on an epic quest to save the kingdom, using the brooms they were supposed to be using to sweep the shop as swords and horses instead.

Yugi smiled a little as he remembered some of those times too, "Yeah, she always found a way to make anything boring fun. Although that would get us into trouble." he said as the smile fell from his face, "I just want her back...it's been almost a year now..."

"I know it's been hard for you to be without her. But a lot has changed as well. You have a great group of friends now who will never let you down. And who will stand by your side through thick and thin. I mean Joey and Tristen use to bully you quite a bit back then, and now look at you all." he said trying to cheer up the boy.

"I know...but they still can't replace her..." he mumbled softly as he stood up and took his dishes to the kitchen, throwing the uneaten food in the dustbin before setting his plate in the sink. “I have homework to go do..." he called out to his grandpa as he headed up to his room...leaving the old man behind to clear the table. Solomon sighed to himself. He had to admit he was also worried about his granddaughter...but he knew she could take care of herself. She was a strong girl. And somehow he had a feeling that she would be back soon...or maybe that was just him hoping she would...

Yugi closed his bedroom door behind him, looking over at his open school bag that held the homework for the following day, which he wasn't in the mood to do. Instead, he walked over to his bed, crouching down and pulled out a shoe box that was tucked away safely. Sitting on the floor, he stared at the box for a few long moments before opening it. Inside were a bunch of old photos and 11 postcards. Carefully taking out some of the photos, he slowly looked through them, each one holding the image of a favourite event or memory from when Yugi and Lillian were kids. Everything from vacations to birthdays to silly things that happened, like when the two of them were trying to bake a cake for their grandpa’s birthday and failed horrible. When their parents got home, the kitchen was a mess. There was flour, sugar, bowls, utensils, anything you could think have scattered around the kitchen, the two young culprits standing in the middle of the mess, holding up what looked like a mash of chocolate icing and mushy cake, a smile on their faces. Despite this, the two adults just laughed and dad fetched the camera and snapped a picture of the two messy kids.

A tear ran down the boy’s cheek as he stared at the photo. Both of them standing there covered in flour and chocolate. He slowly ran his finger over Lillian's cheek on the photo...the door opened slightly as Solomon peeked in ever so slightly seeing his grandson sitting there as the boy went through the photos...the old man feel a tear run down his cheek as well...

Deep within the puzzle…

Well the boy that resided in the maze w had learned two things…one that this room of never ending staircase was a nightmare and two…he was a spirit residing in a cursed object that belonged to boy who was his host. He had figured this out when he found himself passing the boys body to save him from a bully who in the spirits opinion deserved what he got…whatever it was that he did to the guy…the boy would admit that his memories of what he had done was a bit hazy.

He found himself walking through the halls of the maze that was his soul room, trying to find some kind of answers to who he was or why he was there…but he came up with nothing.

He stopped walking when he heard…crying? Raising a brow, he followed the sound of the noise, he could feel…sorrow and grief the closer he got to the sound of the crying. He eventually reached a metal door with a strange eye craved into it. He could hear someone sobbing on the other side of door, he could sense the despair and heartbreak. And he didn’t know why but…he wanted to console whoever this was…he wanted to comfort him…was this his host?

He looked for a handle to open the door but found none. He rested his hand on the door, wishing he could find a way to open it. Maybe there was a way…he would find it someday…that was a promise…

[nowandajenn]

Day 18- phone sex/sexting feat. Ari Levinson

Another Kinktober 2022 entry in the books lol. I'll get this damn thing finished one day, yet. This is Ari x Peyton from my Laid Bare series, which is also going to be updated fairly soon. Enjoy my lovelies!

Warnings: language, use of a sex toy, mutual masturbation.

It’s such a rare thing to have a completely empty house (with the exception of the cat) and have it be so damn quiet, that when my iPad starts lights up and starts chiming with a new FaceTime call, I literally let out what can only be called a squeak and accidentally slop some wine on my blanket and almost knock over the plate of pizza I’d been munching on. Since Lucy and her whole class, not to mention my hot history teacher boyfriend who’s acting as one of the chaperones, are all in DC for the big end of year field trip. They’ll be back in two days, but still, I’ve missed the faces that have been permanent fixtures at home. 

I click “accept” and Ari’s handsome face greets me on the screen. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m not interrupting anything am I?” I let out a snort. “Well, unless you count me binging on pizza and wine while watching stand up comedy on Netflix ‘interrupting anything’, then absolutely not. And you know if you were, you’re my favorite kind of interruption.”

I can see that Ari’s in bed, just like me, lounging back on a mountain of pillows. And the bastard is shirtless. “God, I’m exhausted. These damn kids are running us ragged.” he laughs. “Please tell me my little spawn is behaving herself. And also tell me that the kids aren’t playing musical hotel rooms. My heart couldn’t handle it.” 

“Lucy’s fine. It’s not like she isn’t already one of the best behaved kids I’ve ever seen or anything. She’s been eating dinner with me every night.” That makes me grin, knowing that Ari and Lucy get along so damn well. Despite her initial mortification and wariness about her mom and her teacher dating, she’s actually become super attached to Ari, and he’s just as crazy about her too. The fact that it secretly drives Ransom up the wall is just the icing on the cake. 

“Well it’s not like you guys don’t eat dinner together here every single night.” I tell him. “I know, but it’s different here. She has the option to sit with her friends and eat and hang out, and she decides to come sit with me. It’s sweet.” 

I’m trying to pay attention, but the sight of Ari’s bare chest is incredibly distracting. That light dusting of hair, those muscular pecs, his Star of David chain hanging down……”Hey, my eyes are up here.” he jokes. My eyes snap up to the screen and I blush a little bit at being caught. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing when you decided to call me half naked. This is totally on you.” A thought occurs to me and the words are out of my mouth before my brain can stop them, or even slow them down for that matter. “So, what’s on the bottom half?” 

A truly evil smirk appears on his face. “Not a whole lot, actually. You know I like to sleep naked.” I grab a pillow and press it to my face, groaning loudly. I swear to God, since we’ve started having sex, this man has truly ruined me. I never used to be this horny little deviant until he came along. And now if I don’t have sex at least once every other day, I’m nearly foaming at the mouth. It’s embarrassing. Truly. 

“Stop. My dick can only get so hard.” I whine. He throws a hand over his chest, laughing his ass off. “Go in the nightstand drawer on my side. I got you a present before I left.” I put my glass of wine on the side table and crawl over the bed to Ari’s side and open the drawer, pulling out the box and reading the front. “You legitimately got me a vibrator that you can control from your phone when you knew you were only going to be gone a week?” 

“Well, I figured that one of these nights we could play. And I think you’re just the right amount of needy tonight. What do you say, sweetheart? You wanna give it a whirl?” 

Excitement starts bubbling in my belly, and I set the ipad down so I can shimmy out of my leggings and pull my tank top over my head, letting my breasts free. I pick up the box and open it, taking the toy out and inspecting it. It’s a dark purple color with gold embellishments, and looks surprisingly elegant for a sex toy. It’s almost a V shape, with one end that goes inside and vibrates to hit the Gspot, and then the other end fits over the clit to deliver a sucking sensation. I pick up the ipad and look at Ari. 

“I’ve never done this before…..so please don’t laugh at me if I end up being completely ridiculous and bad at this.” 

“Sweetheart, just relax. Have I ever steered you wrong in the time that we’ve been together?” I roll my eyes, knowing he’s right. “I promised you that I’d introduce you to things and teach you and help you experiment, and this is just another part of that. I’m right here with you, and I’m going to guide you through it, okay?” 

“Grab my pillows and I want you to lay with your head at the foot of the bed. Go ahead and prop the ipad up against your pillows so I can get a good view of that perfect little pussy of yours while I’m making you go crazy.” I reach over and grab my airpods and connect them so I can make sure that I can hear all the downright sinful things that Ari likes to bombard me with when we’re together and not have to try and hear him over the sound of the toy. 

I lay back on the pillows and get comfortable, enjoying the feeling of the soft down comforter under my naked body and the ceiling fan over the bed making goosebumps prickle across my skin. “How do you feel, sweetheart?” Hearing his sultry voice right in my ear is almost as good as him  being right next to me. “Good. Excited.” I breathe out. I run my hands over my skin, ghosting over my tummy and chest, then cupping and squeezing my breasts, tugging on my nipples with a groan. “That’s it, baby. God, I fucking love your tits. Can’t wait to get my mouth on them again, and my hands. I just want to throw you on the bed and worship you until you don’t even know your name anymore.” 

In no time at all, I’m drenched and ready. “Go ahead and take the toy and put it inside you. You might have to adjust it a little bit until it feels comfortable. Let me know when you’re all set, okay?” I nod and grab the toy and swipe the part that goes inside me over my dripping lips, coating it in my arousal before slipping it inside. “Oh fuck” I gasp. It’s just large enough for me to feel it, and the ridged head is settling right against my Gspot. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like once Ari starts fucking around with the vibrations. I adjust the front part of the toy so that it’s settled right over my clit. I blow out a breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” I tell Ari. 

I watch him pick up his phone and press a few buttons, then I feel a soft sucking sensation on my clit. “Oooh!” I squeak. “How’s it feel?” “Uh-Good. Kind of weird, but good.” He presses another button and the vibration starts deep inside me, making a loud moan tear from my throat. “Holy fuck.” I gasp. “Good girl. There ya go.” he purrs, and goddamn it if that doesn’t make my  blood run even hotter. 

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my girl. So damn good for me. I love that you’ve trusted me enough to teach you what your body is capable of and how good you can feel. You’ve blossomed for me just like a flower opening up. Watching you feel so good gets me so hard, you know that?” I open my eyes and watch as he switches to the back camera so I can see him just like he’s seeing me. His cock is long and thick, standing tall and proud, almost hitting his damn belly button. He takes a few drops of lube from the table next to him and wraps his hand around his length, letting out a hiss as his hand passes over his sensitive head. With his other hand, he adjusts the level on the toy inside me, just a bit, but enough to elicit another deep moan from my throat. 

I’m wet enough and the toy has enough suction so that it’ll stay inside of me without me having to hold it, so my hands go back to my breasts and I pinch my nipples harshly, groaning at the feeling. It makes me wish I had grabbed the nipple clamps that Ari had introduced me to. God, that was a fun night. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get your cock back inside me.” I groan out. As good as this damn toy is making me feel, there’s nothing like the hot throb of him inside me and feeling his thick, warm body pressed against mine, his chest hair rubbing over my nipples making them ache deliciously, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing the very breath from my body. Fuck, I’m so in love with this man. “Is that right? And how do you want my cock inside you?” he groans out. His hand works a little faster over his length, precum dribbling from the tip. His balls tighten and draw up, getting ready to release streams of seed. 

“I want-ah!” my abdominal muscles clench hard as Ari ratchets up the intensity again. “Fuck…..I want to ride you. I want your hands on my hips, gripping me so tight I know you’re going to mark me. I want to see you coming apart underneath me, and you fucking up into me so hard I can’t do anything but just take it.” 

“Fuck, Peyton, baby, I’m close. Tell me you’re close. I want to see your face when you come for me.” All I can do is nod as I feel myself about to fly over the edge. The camera view changes and I see his beautiful face on the screen. His breath is coming in heavy pants, and I can see the muscles in his arm rippling as he strokes. With a quick tap to increase the suction on my clit, I fall apart, my pussy clenching hard against the vibrator, coating it in my slick. I hear a loud groan and look just in time to see ropes of white streak up Ari’s chest. 

I grab the toy and practically yank it out of me when the intensity becomes too much on my overstimulated clit. I pant, trying to catch my breath. “Fuuuuuuck.” I groan into the duvet. I fling my arm out and make contact with the ipad and drag it to me. “Are you still alive over there?” I ask. He chuckles and nods. “Barely, it feels like. My god, I love technology.” he mutters. 

“Tell you what, I think when you guys get back, I think I’m gonna send Lucy to someone’s house for a sleepover. Because I honestly don’t think either one of us is going to be quiet when I get my hands on you again.” 

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had today.” he laughs. We stay quiet for a few moments, just staring at each other over the facetime connection and smiling like goofballs. “I love you” he says softly, making me hide part of my face in the covers. I still can’t get used to hearing that from him. 

“I love you too.”

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[lnights]

hi bat! 🖤 since you mentioned being happy to receive mini fic suggestions here is one for you! what about a joonas/Joel best friends to lovers story where one of them has to move out of his apartment fast for some reason and the other accepts to host them in the meantime (obviously there was only one bed...) cue a lot of pining and domesticity? hope you have a good day!! - 🐺

Hello!

Sorry this took so long, and sorry if there is typos, I wrote this instead of sleeping.

...

"Thank you." Joonas said with a heavy sigh.

"No problem," Joel said with a shrug, carrying a couple of hastily packed boxes. "How did your apartment flood?"

"The fucking apartment above me," Joonas grunted, "Their kid left the tub running and flooded their bathroom and my bedroom is soaked now."

Joel nodded and led him into his apartment, Joonas lamenting waking up with water dripping on his chest, getting worse as he had gotten up and called the super.

"You sure you're ok with me staying here while my place gets fixed?" Joonas asked.

"Of course," Joel told him.

It's not like he would kick his best friend out on the street, and they lived next door to each other, why would he make him go somewhere else?

They got the boxes settled down in Joel's living room and Joonas flopped back on the couch, chuckling and leaning back.

"So what are we doing tonight roomie?" Joonas asked, "movie? I'll make dinner."

"You don't have to." Joel protested.

"It's the least I can do." Joel waved him off, "I'll go to the store."

"I'll drive." Joel said with a sigh, knowing there was no point in arguing with Joonas.

It wasn't until they were in the car that the surreality of the situation hit him.

Joonas, the man he had been in love with since fucking highschool, was in his car. That wasn't weird at all, he would give him a ride to the studio often, but this was different.

They were going grocery shopping together, they were going to go back to his apartment together and Joonas was going to make them dinner while Joel found a movie for them.

It was so domestic.

The kind of easy night he had dreamed about so many times; dinner, tv, maybe casually playing their guitars together before going to bed and falling asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Maybe Joonas kissing him senseless first, grabbing his hair and yanking it back so he could kiss his throat and make his brain shut up for a blissful while-

"I'm thinking of this one dish," Joonas told him, breaking his thoughts, "I made it the other night, I think you'll like it-"

Joel nodded as Joonas described the dish while they parked, seeming to float along as Joonas practically danced down the aisles, grabbing ingredients and throwing them into the cart Joel was pushing.

Joel took a deep breath as they went to check out and Joonas ran back to grab something he missed; trying to get his thoughts under control. They were not a couple lazily shopping together, going to spend a quiet night together. Joonas was his best friend, his twin, and he was just helping him out by letting him stay at his place.

Joonas came back with a bottle of white wine in his hand, slipping it in the cart with a wink, saying it would go well with their meal.

Oh hell, was Joonas trying to play into his hopeless fantasy?

Of course he wasn't, he would never do that.

But how could he hope to put it out of his head while Joonas happily cooked in his kitchen, singing along while Joel played his guitar? He wasn't inept at cooking but he rarely found the will to make a sad meal for one, so his home was rarely filled with the smells of sizzling vegetables and the warmth of it made his heart ache.

He was glad when Joonas told him to put on a movie while he dished up their meals, thinking he would find some action movie that would distract him.

But it was hard to put it out of his mind when Joonas sat by him instead of in the armchair next to the couch like he expected, handing him a plate and glass of wine.

Joel briefly wondered if he had pissed off some deity above, that he had to endure two hours of Joonas curled up against him, head leaning on his shoulder after they finished eating, pale blonde curls tickling his nose.

He cursed himself for choosing an action movie, it was mindless and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if this was just a normal day for them, maybe coming home from the studio together and unwinding; maybe he would actually be able to sleep through the night for once.

They were halfway through the sequel, the bottle of wine finished, when Joonas yawned on his shoulder, a ridiculously cute yawn Joel thought half hysterically, how could a yawn from an adult man be cute?

"Can I sleep in your bed?" Joonas asked sleepily, eyes already drifting shut.

"Gonna kick me out of my own bed?" Joel grumbled, but he seemed to already be asleep.

With a sigh he turned off the TV and shifted so he could pick him up bridal style, carrying him to bed and laying him on a pillow.

He looked so peaceful, none of the chaotic energy that usually matched and outdid his own.

He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, if only he could have this, wake up to that peaceful face every morning…

Joel pulled the blanket over him and was about to leave when a hand caught his wrist.

"Stay." Joonas mumbled.

Joel froze, looking down to see a sliver of bright blue looking up at him, eyes still mostly closed.

"You wanna share?" Joel whispered, not wanting to wake him further.

"Mmmhmmm." Joonas sighed, "thought I was being obvious."

"About what?" Joel asked, "what do you mean?"

"Made you dinner, had wine and movies." Joonas muttered, not seeming to be quiet as asleep as he had a moment ago.

"Well when you say it like that it almost sounds like a date." Joel laughed.

Joonas just hummed a little, as if waiting for him to realize something.

"Did… did you mean it as a date?" Joel stammered, trying to not let his heart get all warm and fuzzy.

Joonas sighed and pushed himself up in bed, tugging at Joel's wrist to bring him closer.

"Yeah, I did." He said, "I hadn't been planning to be living here when I asked you out but fate decided differently." He looked up at him, eyes clear of sleep. "If you want, I can go to sleep and in the morning we can act like this never happe-"

"Scoot over." Joel cut him off.

Joonas stared at him for a moment before smiling and scooting back, Joel trying to keep his breathing normal as he slipped into bed by him, pulling the blanket over both of them.

If this was some realistic dream, he would take it, he would take any way he could get close to Joonas.

But the soft press of Joonas lips to his sure as hell felt real.

They would have a lot to talk about in the morning.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 4 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

The second day of the school year wasn't any better and I was already called into Mrs. Adams' room first thing in the morning.

Mrs. Adams was our school's social worker.

She had some degree in psychology or some shit like that.

She spoke to certain students regularly 'the ones who struggle emotionally or with school in general'.

Sometimes she spoke to random students who were having a bad day and needed to talk to someone.

For me, I was a regular of hers.

I had yelled at my teacher my freshman year, shouting something angsty like...

"Who fucking cares? I'm probably gonna' off myself soon, anyway."

Ever since then, I've had scheduled appointments with Mrs. Adams.

I wasn't actually going to kill myself, my teacher was being dramatic but, I suppose it did have its perks, I had an 'anytime pass'.

That meant, whenever I started getting pissed off in class, I could use that pass to see Mrs. Adams.

I didn't use it often, though because Mrs. Adams was a chatter box that sometimes annoyed me more.

I walked into her office, already annoyed knowing I have to sit through her cheery attitude.

In her office, there's a tan, wooden desk that stood against the wall to the left of the door.

Her desk was neat, too neat, like she has OCD or something.

'I wouldn't be surprised,' I thought.

Opposite from her desk was a bookshelf with different stress reliever things like Play-Doh, coloring books, stress balls and twisty things that keep your mind preoccupied.

To the right of the doorway was a plain black chair which is where I sat, with a sigh escaping me.

A nightstand was situated next to my chair that held a mini sandbox which contained mini rakes and mini shovels.

"You really needed to see me? It's only the second day," I said in an irritated tone that I normally used with her.

"Of course I needed to see you. I have to know about my favorite student's summer."

I roll my eyes at her.

'She's used to my attitude. it doesn't phase her.'

"My summer was fine. Can I go?"

"Not yet. Let's talk about your plan for this year."

She folded her left leg over her right.

"Ugh," I groaned, slumping lower in the chair and started to shuffle the sand around with the mini rake.

"Noah, this is your last year, let's finish strong," she said with excitement, her fist shooting in the air and everything.

"You mean straight C's?" I question sarcastically.

"We both know you can do better than that but C's are still passing grades. So let's shoot for A's but have our goal be not letting your grades slip lower than a C. How does that sound?"

"Super," my tone was dry.

"Awesome and I made you a new pass," she told me as she shifts though some papers on her desk.

I set down the toy rake as Mrs. Adams pulls out a small, pink and laminated piece of paper.

She holds it out to me.

I grab it and shove it in my book bag before standing up.

"Thanks."

She nods.

"Anything you want to talk about before you go?"

"Not really," I reply over my shoulder, as I make my way to her door and out of her office.

********

My usual group, as the norm, hang out at Emily's house after school.

Apparently, our group has expanded by two.

Walking into Emily's home, the last person I wanted to see was sitting on the couch, chatting it up with my friends.

I didn't know what it was that bothered me about Sam.

I wasn't even mad anymore about the coffee spill, yet just his presence got me riled up.

"Hey," I greeted all of them, Carter, Emily, Jason, Sam and Haven.

Emily's parents are rarely home, so if we hang out anywhere, it's at Emily's.

"Where's Kaitlyn?" I asked as she is usually here before me.

Emily and Kaitlyn live a street down from each other.

"She's your girlfriend, man," Carter pointed out and I sighed

"I'll be right back."

Before I leave, I catch my best friend, Jason's eye.

I hold up one hand with my fingers out to signify five, so he'll know in five minutes to come follow me.

He nodded.

No one else caught that reference as they were all immersed in conversation already except for Sam.

He had an eyebrow raised in question but I turned around and walked to the back door that led to Emily's yard.

Outside, I rang Kaitlyn.

"Hey baby," she answered with a cheerful tone.

"Where are you?" I asked, already feeling annoyed and it was seeping through my voice.

"Oh, shit, you guys are all at Emily's, right?" she stated, dejected.

"Yeah, so where are you?"

"I'm hanging out with some girls from volleyball."

Kaitlyn is the Captain of the volleyball team and their season is coming up.

"Are you not going to come over at all? I haven't seen you all day," I complained.

I knew I couldn't be upset with Kaitlyn, it's not a big deal when she hung out with her friends but I was already pissed off that day.

"I know, baby but you can come over to my place, tomorrow night."

"Fine. Whatever," I tried not to project my anger onto her.

I just needed to chill out.

I didn't even know why I was irritated.

"Have a good time."

"I love you."

"I love you too," I replied and then hung up.

Jason came out through the sliding, glass door at the exact moment of ending my call to Kaitlyn.

"Trouble in paradise?" he questioned with a teasing smirk.

I scoffed.

"Piss off," I bite back at him and he laughed while following me to the back of Emily's father's work shed.

"Man, I totally got ripped off," Jason claims as he pulled out a quaint wooden box that held his ground up weed and an aluminum one-hitter.

He took out the one-hitter and while packing it, he explained why he got ripped off.

"The shit-head made me pay sixty bucks for five grams."

"Well, your dealer is a fourteen year old," I pointed out.

"Hey, he's fifteen and I'm pretty sure Reggie's dad is the actual dealer," Jason said before putting the non-packed end of the one-hitter between his lips. I pulled out my lighter and handed it to him.

He lit the hitter, inhaled, held, swallowed, then blew out the smoke.

"They're both cheap assholes," Jason said then took another hit.

"With weed legal now, dealers are probably raising their prices but just cheaper than dispensaries so their 'clientele' will stay with them," I assumed.

Jason used to get five grams for forty-five dollars from Reggie.

Not anymore.

I took the one-hitter from Jason once he was done and re-packed it for me.

I brought it to my mouth and inhaled just as Jason did.

Held, swallowed, exhaled.

"Haven Moretti is pretty hot," Jason commented and I justt shrugged.

"I bet I can get with her."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're an asshole. Aren't you and Emily together?"

He grinned.

"We're just fucking but really only at parties. So Haven's an option."

"Well, I'm sure Carter will get to her first."

"Or Carter will get to Sam first," Jason jested.

I paused as Jason chuckled.

I thought about that... Carter and Sam... nah, Sam was too innocent for Carter.

That definitely wouldn't happen.

I shook my head at the thought.

"You're seriously the worst," I said before taking another hit but as I was breathing in the intoxicating smoke, Sam came around the the back of the shed.

Immediately, I started coughing and turned around quickly, swiping away the smoke I exhaled.

"Sam," Jason shouted with excitement.

"What are you guys doing?" Sam asked.

"Just... indulging," Jason gleamed and I faced them again to see Jason pull out a baggie with the stash that hadn't been ground up yet.

"Care to join?"

He wiggled his eyebrows.

I snatched the baggie out of Jason's hands.

"No," I said with bitter laced in the word.

"And don't fucking tell Kaitlyn about this," I threatened Sam.

Sam raised his hand in surrender.

"Noted."

"Oh come on, Noah. He can smoke with us," Jason insisted, throwing an arm around Sam.

Jason did that earlier that day too.

"Oh, no," Sam dismissed quickly, almost panicky.

"I don't... that's not... I mean... I'm only seventeen. I was just seeing what you guys were up to."

I rolled my eyes and Jason laughed again.

He finds everything to be satire.

"What up with you? Do you have a speech impediment?"

"Ahahahah," Sam laughed.

'That was his nervous laugh. He did that a lot.'

"I'm... I'm gonna head back inside."

"Suit yourself," Jason said and took the hitter from me.

I watched Sam walk back towards the house, wondering what he thought about me now.

[moonswolfie]

Surprisingly sweet

Asahi x popular girl!reader

This is actually based on a short comic I made about a year ago, I recently remembered it and thought the idea was still super cute so here we are (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

Asahi's been on edge recently.

And it's because of none other than you, the girl sitting behind him in class. For reasons unknown to him, you've been staring him down all the time recently.

Whether it be behind him in class, in the cafeteria as he ate, or just randomly in the hallway. He tried to ignore it as best he could, but deep down it was getting to him.

It didn't help his nerves that you were one of the popular girls, one of the girls every guy in the school talked about, one of the girls with atleast 3 confession letters in your locker every morning, one of the girls who set the school's fashion trends. Sometimes he would notice you staring at him, then turning to your friends and giggling.

You were going to start bullying him any day now, he thought. Your friend group never bullied anyone before, but what if he'll become first victim?

Today is no different. He felt your eyes on him throughout class. When the final class was over, he quickly got up to leave as soon as possible, feeling too much fear and pressure from your gaze.

"Azumane-kun, wait!~" he froze, slowly turning back to find you smiling at him. It looked rather ominous to him. He was like a deer in headlights, having no idea what to do.

"O-Oh, hello..." he mumbled awkwardly, trying his best to smile and not fall apart right now.

Suddenly, he felt his arm being grabbed. "Come with me!" you said, not even letting him answer before dragging him off. While he normally wouldn't budge so easily, he was too nervous about the whole thing to resist.

He didn't get to see your face at all as you dragged him along, which didn't help with calming his nerves in the slightest. You lead him into an empty classroom, closing the sliding door behind him.

His worst fears are confirmed, no one takes someone to an empty classroom to do something innocent. His life is over...

"Azumane-kun, are you okay?" your concerned tone caught him off-guard and he quickly stammered out an "I'm okay!" He was expecting something harsh, like an order to buy you a snack, or something.

You stepped closer to him, cheeks turning pink. "So, I brought you here because I wanna play with your hair!" you said with sparkling eyes and a bright smile on your face.

"...Eh?"

Out of all the things you could have asked him, he was expecting this the least. "Play... with my hair?"

You giggled at the confused expression on his face. "I'm sorry for just dragging you here with no warning, I just couldn't help but admire your hair recently. It's rare for guys to have long hair, you see, and I wanted to try playing with a guy's hair for once."

"Oh... Well, umm, sure? Why not?" Asahi felt a wave of relief wash through him. Now he felt bad for misjudging you. You were probably just staring because of his hair, weren't you? He still felt a little nervous around you, since you are really popular, but you don't have bad intentions, right?

Your face lit up at his confirmation, cheerfully taking various hair products and accessories out of your bag, placing it on an empty desk next to you. Asahi seemed surprised by this, wondering if you even have space for notebooks with all of this hair stuff in your bag.

"You don't have to be nervous. I was actually worried you wouldn't accept because I'm so popular but I promise I'll take good care of your hair." you said, taking a brush and gently pushing him down on one of the chairs.

He nodded, taking a deep breath. He noted the excitement behind your eyes as you gently undid his bun, stepping behind him. "Don't worry, the brush is clean. I always clean it after playing with someone's hair. Don't be afraid to tell me if I pull on your hair too much." you explained calmly, brushing through his hair to undo any knots.

He wasn't even thinking of that right now anyways, being more preoccupied with the fact a cute girl is brushing his hair. His cheeks turned a little pink, but you couldn't see.

"Sorry for the whole "taking you to an empty classroom out of nowhere" thing, I know how that must have looked. But from what I know, you're the type of person to be more comfortable if we do this in private."

He was surprised at the amount of consideration you put into this and suddenly felt the need to thank you. But before he could, you continued.

"For your hair, I don't reccomend keeping it in such a tight bun. I know it's convenient, but it can damage your hairline if you wear one every day." you gently reccomended.

"Ah... what should I do instead?" he turned back to you, quickly realising you can't play with his hair anymore and turning back. You giggled a little at his quiet gasp of realisation.

"Either make your bun a little looser or use an alternative like a headband which doesn't pull on your hair." you suggested, making a mental image of Asahi wearing a headband and realising you can't decide which you like better.

"Ah, I see..." he said gently. You scratched his scalp with your brush gently.

"...I like that." Asahi admitted bashfully, and you smiled brightly even though he couldn't see, apreciating his honesty.

"So, what's your hair type? High porosity or low porosity? How often do you wash it? What products do you use?" you excitedly asked. It's your hair small talk ritual.

"Huh? Sorry, I couldn't follow..." Asahi seemed overwhelmed by your rapid fire questions, not even understanding what some of them meant.

"It's okay! I just kind of have a habit of asking everyone this." you said cheerfully, going to your desk to take out a couple of hair pins and accessories. "Do you mind the pins being a little girly?" you asked, walking back behind him and gently running your fingers through his hair.

"Not really, it reminds me of the times my sister would do my hair with her own pins as a kid..." Asahi reminisced, and you smiled.

"How cute!~ I wish I could've seen that." you said, putting in the first hairpin.

"You're surprisingly sweet..." Asahi thought, relaxing into your touch. Maybe you're going to ask him to play with his hair again sometime.

He certainly won't mind.

[leossmoonn]

Play Ground Days

masterlist

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “ughh FINALLY someone that writes good imagines abt carl from shameless! could you write one where you two grew up together and you've always been close n stuff and then at some point he realizes he loves the reader and he talks to ian and lip (maybe mickey too bc i love him) about it? (fem!reader btw if that's cool) thanks babe xx” thanks for inspo on the beginning @poesflygirl​ <3 ,,, carl and you are 16 also pls dont come for me ive only played COD 2 times last year so lmao i dont remember a lot about it, enjoy!

summary - carl has liked you since you two were young, and seeks advice from his brothers and mickey

warnings - strong language, drugs and alcohol, little talk about bad body imagine 

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*gif isnt mine*

“I fucking knew it!” Lip exclaimed.

“Why are you telling us? We’ve known this.” Ian commented, smirking at his little brother.  

“How the hell—” Carl started. 

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your crush on her,” Mickey chuckled. 

Carl’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. I’m not fucking Helen Keller,” Mickey rolled his eyes. 

Carl groaned and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Well, secret’s out, I guess. What do I do?”

“Just go tell her you like her. It’s not like she’s going to turn you down.” Lip shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips. 

“Lip!” Ian hit his brother’s shoulder. 

“What?” Lip asked. 

“You weren’t supposed to say that, dumbass,” Mickey said.

 “What does that mean?” Carl asked, looking in-between his brother’s and Mickey. 

Lip sighed. “Ah, shit, right. I’ve already said too much.”

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4 hours earlier: 2:00 PM

“Hey, shit head!” She called out, throwing rocks against the window. 

Carl got up from his bed, shocked but happy to see her. He opened his window, leaning against the frame. 

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

She threw the rocks to the ground. “Escaping from my druggie dad, duh. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” Carl shrugged. 

She did her signature smirk that always made Carl’s heart flutter. “Wanna go and stuff our faces at Patsy’s Pies?”

Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty, greasy food. “Hell yeah. I’ll come down.”

She nodded, going to the front of their house. Carl ran down the stairs, putting on his shoes and opening the door to find her on the steps. 

“Hey, why didn’t you just come into the house?” Carl asked, shutting the door behind him. 

“Putting damage on your window seemed more fun. Oh, hey! Do you have an extra bed I can sleep in tonight?” She asked. 

Carl nodded. “Yeah, of course. Your dad is that bad, huh?”

“Yep, he relapsed. Super fun,” she laughed sarcastically. 

“I’m sorry. That shit sucks,” Carl said.

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s life. Anyways, ready to go?”

Carl nodded. They got into her car, the girl starting it and driving fast to the dinner. As she was driving, humming to the songs on the radio, Carl stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

Her name was Y/n L/n. Carl’s oldest and only real friend. They had grown up together, Y/n living only a few houses away from him. They had met in detention in 1st grade and had been close ever since. 

“What’re you staring at?” Y/n asked, glancing over to him. 

Carl blushed. “Nothing.”

“Alright,” Y/n sang.

Carl had often been caught staring at her. It was something he usually did from time to time, but now it was more often. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her. Maybe flawless her skin was, how pretty and bright her smile and eyes were, the way she would make him feel secure and loved, something he had never got from anyone consitently. 

He never really knew why he thought those things about her. People had told him that he probably had a crush on her, but he knew that wasn’t right. He had crushes on girls before and the things he was feeling for Y/n were a lot different than what he had felt for his past girlfriends. He figured it was just that she was his closest friend and he happened to be a horny teenager, so naturally, he just thought those things about her. But oh, how wrong he actually was. 

Y/n parked her car at Patsy’s Pies. They walked into the diner, seeing Fiona at the register. 

“Hey, Fi,” Y/n smiled. 

“Hey, Y/n, Carl! Long time, no see. How are ya?” Fiona asked. 

“Good, good,” Y/n smiled. 

“Good,” Carl said. 

“Great! Well, get yourself seated and someone will be right with you,” she smiled. 

Y/n and walked off to a small booth and sat down. They picked up the menus that were already on the table. 

“You gonna get your usual?” Y/n asked. 

Carl shrugged. “Maybe. Should I change it up?”

“Yes. The double bacon cheeseburger looks good,” Y/n said. 

“Are you getting that?” Carl asked. 

“Maybe. I’ll probably get a salad or something. Gotta watch those calories, you know?” She half-joked, putting a hand on her stomach. 

“I think you look good. You don’t need to worry,” Carl smiled. 

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Carl nodded. 

Y/n looked back at the menu, hiding her embarrassment.

Carl complimenting her was something that was rare, but did happen. Y/n never remembered Carl as a romantic type of guy, but it seems that he had developed  those traits from having a few girlfriends. She liked that, actually. She liked him complimenting her, staring at her for minutes at a time, the way his ears would turn red when she teased him. She liked all of that. 

Y/n would never admit it to anyone, but she had a crush on Carl. She had a crush on him since their freshman year of high school. Well, in reality, she probably has always had one, but the first time she really realised she liked him was in biology when he got in trouble in one of the labs. She remembered when the teacher was yelling at him and he looked at her, smiling at her mischievously and winking at her. That wink had her heart racing and mind go foggy. From then on, she had liked him as more than a friend. Yet, she never said anything because well, as cliche as it was, she was afraid of ruining their friendship. He was really the only one who got her and who never abandoned her. She couldn’t lose him, so she just kept her feelings and gestures to him as friendly as she could.  

“Hi, I’m Carly and I’ll be serving you today. What can I get you today?” The waitress asked. 

“Hi, can I get the philly cheesesteak with a medium coke and fries,” Carl ordered. 

Carly nodded and wrote his order down, turning to Y/n. 

“Um, I’ll get the bacon cheeseburger with a small sprite and fries. Thanks,” Y/n ordered. 

Carly took their menus. “Great. I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

Y/n and Carl smiled at the waitress as she walked away. 

“Hey, so I thought your dad was in rehab,” Carl said. 

Y/n sighed. “He was, but I guess his girlfriend got him drunk, then convinced him to do some lines. God, I can’t believe he's even with her still.”

Carl frowned. “What about your mom? Where’s she?”

“She’s going to nursing school right now. She’s the only one responsible in this family, yet she never calls or anything,” she scoffed.

“You’re really responsible,” Carl said. 

Y/n smiled. “Thanks, C. You are, too.”

Carl laughed, “Me? I sold drugs on the streets once.”

She giggled. “True. But you’ve really shaped. I'm proud.”

Carl smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Y/n hummed a ‘you’re welcome’. Carly came back with their food quickly and they dug in. Carl and Y/n spent their time talking and eating, spending about 2 hours there as they just kept talking. 

“Are you two finished?” Carly asked, gesturing to their empty plates. 

“Yeah,” Carl nodded. 

“Great. Here’s your bill, pay whenever you’re ready,” Carly smiled and took their dirty dishes. 

“Ready to go?” Y/n asked. 

Carl nodded and got out his wallet that he had in his shorts. Meanwhile, Y/n also got out her wallet. They both looked up at each other, awkward expressions on their faces. 

“Oh, I was gonna pay,” Carl said. “No, no, my treat. I invited you here,” Y/n said. 

“You sure?” Carl asked. 

She smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Yes, I am, Carl.”

Butterflies irrupted in Carl’s stomach as she touched him. He nodded slowly, putting his credit card away. Y/n and him walked up to the register and paid for their meal. They then went back to Y/n car. 

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked. 

“Wanna play COD Black Ops 3?” Carl asked. 

“Yes!” Y/n smiled. She drove them back to his house, parking haphazardly on the street. 

The two hurried into the house, grabbing a seat on the couch. Carl got the controllers, turning onto the playstation. Y/n logged onto her account, selecting the gun she wanted to use. Carl then started the game. 

“Where are you?” Y/n squinted her eyes at the screen. 

“Right behind you,” Carl smirked. 

Y/n turned around, gasping as Carl shot her. 

“Fuck you!” Y/n exclaimed. 

“Little rusty, huh?” Carl teased. She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Carl said. 

“Winner gets to pick what’s for dinner,” Y/n said. 

“Deal,” Carl nodded. 

The pair played for a couple hours, the game ending with Y/n getting the last kill. 

“Good game,” she smirked, setting the controller down. 

“I forgot how good you were at this,” Carl frowned. Y/n giggled, “I forgot how bad you were.”

Carl rolled his eyes with a smile. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”

“Hm… Noodles n Company?” She suggested. 

“Sure,” Carl nodded. 

“Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then order. Text me what you want,” Y/n said, getting up from the couch. 

Carl nodded and watched her go upstairs to use the bathroom. Then that’s when Lip, Ian, and Mickey all came into the house. 

“Hey, guys,” Carl said. 

“Hey,” Ian smiled. 

“Is Y/n here? We saw her car out front,” Lip said. “Yeah, she is,” Carl nodded. 

“Asked her out yet?” Lip smirked. Carl’s face turned red. “Wh-What?”

“Oh, you’re not in love with her then?” Ian furrowed his brows. 

“I… am I?” Carl asked. 

Ian chuckled. “Yeah. You always are always happy around her, blush whenever she teases you.”

“And you’re always staring at her,” Lip added.

“That doesn’t mean I like her,” Carl said.

“Do feel dizzy and nauseous when she touches you? Does your heart race when she gets close? Do you see yourself kissing her? Would you do anything for her?” Ian asked. 

Carl furrowed his brows. They were right, all those things did happen when she was near. She was his best friend. He also sometimes think about kissing her and being with her in a romantic way. And yeah, of course he would do anything for her. Maybe… Maybe he did love her. 

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I… I guess I am in love with her.”

And that, ladies and gents, is where we left off. Lip, Ian, and Mickey teased Carl until Carl begged them for real help. 

“What do you mean?” Carl asked anxiously. 

Lip looked to Ian and Mickey for help on what to say. Little did Carl know, Y/n actually did admit her crush to someone. And that someone, or someones, were Lip, Ian, and Mickey. 

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Mickey said. 

“Did she say something to you?” Carl asked. “No,” Ian shook his head. “Like Mick said, don’t worry.”

“I… fine. Well, what do I do then?” Carl asked in slight distress.

“Give her some flowers and chocolate. Girls love that shit,” Lip suggested. 

“Alright,” Carl nodded. “I don’t know what her favourite flowers are, though.”

“Just get her roses. That’s really romantic,” Lip said. 

Carl smiled, “Alright. Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

He decided to get the flowers early morning tomorrow before Y/n woke up. 

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Carl sneaked back into the house, hoping not to wake Y/n up. As he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked to see her at the table drinking coffee. 

“Hey, Carl!” Y/n smiled. 

Carl’s eyes were blown wide. “I.. uh…”

“Who are those for?” Y/n got up and pointed to the flowers and chocolate in his hand. 

“Um… you?” Carl said. Y/n smiled. “Me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Carl knew that he couldn’t make up an excuse. He was horrible at lying to her. So, he decided to just have his confession here. 

“I.. I’m in love with you,” Carl said. Y/n’s jaw dropped and she froze. “Wha-What?”

“My brothers and Mickey helped me realise I was yesterday when you were ordering dinner. They told me I should get you flowers and stuff so I did. I hope you like roses,” Carl explained and held up the gifts. 

Y/n’s lips upturned in a wide smile. “How long have you liked me?”

“Honestly, probably since we were little,” Carl shrugged sheepishly. 

Y/n giggled. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Carl smiled. 

Y/n waked up to him and took the gifts, setting them on the kitchen counter. She went up to him and put her arms around his neck. 

“Yep. I always have,” she grinned. 

“Oh, sick!” Carl exclaimed. “Oh wait.”

“What?” Y/n asked in confusion. 

“That’s what they meant!” Carl exclaimed in realisation.

“Who? What?” “Oh, Lip, Mickey, and Ian kind of told me yesterday when I asked for help,” Carl explained. 

Y/n’s eyes widened and she turned to the stairs, glaring. “Mickey, Lip, Ian! You better fucking run!”  

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[apricotgojo]

felix and luka ( separately ) with a fem! s/o who has that pastely soft aesthetic and has the matching personality to go with it ! ( naive , kind , caring etc etc ) but can get very very bitchy when angry!

 HELLO! I’m super sorry about the wait but here it is hehe <3 i tried to make it as accurate as possible so i hope you like it ! 

Pairings: Luka Couffaine X Reader , Felix Graham De Vanily X Reader.

Warnings: swearing! 

Felix

 Felix Graham de Vanily has never imagined the day when he would be actually in love - but it actually happened and he wasn’t even prepared for it.

Needless to say, it hit him like a truck and sent him to heaven.

This was his heaven, being on a big bed with you and playing with your hair while you watched your favourite show on Netflix.

“I told you he was going to be the bad guy! I knew it all along!” You exclaimed and jumped up, startling him but ultimately, making him smile.

“It was quite obvious my love.” He chuckles and you pout, crossing your arms while you plop back down next to him.

“But he was my favourite character Felix! And he’s probably going to die now too.” You look up at him and he can’t help but smile at your adorable, pouting face.

He cups your face in his hands and you instantly smile when you see his smile. It was contagious. He rarely smiled so you just feel so much joy bubbling inside of you when the blond smiled at you and you couldn’t help it.

He quickly kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle before crawling on his lap, peppering his face with kisses and completely ignoring the show you were watching.

The room was filled with little kissing noises and giggles coming from both of you.

His hand moves from your waist to your thighs, caressing the fabric of the white thigh high socks you were wearing beneath your pink tennis skirt.

His touch comforted you and you close your eyes, resting your forehead on his and humming gently.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers out of the blue and you gently open your eyes, staring right into his.

A blush creeps on your cheeks and you part your lips, inching closer to his face to kiss him.

A thought bursts through your head move your lips could touch and you smile brightly.

“Can we go feed the ducks again?” You ask him, your eyes bright and excited at the memory of the last time you went with him.

He took you to the park last time and you fed the ducks together because it was something he enjoyed doing as a child with his nanny. You didn’t know that such a simple activity could bring him so much joy and you were looking forward to the next time you two did it.

His face lights up and he nods, “Of course darling.” He replies and you excitedly hop off of his lap. “Wait you meant right now?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were already lacing up your boots so you look at him over your shoulder and pout. “Yes?” You question.

“I thought we were going to..you know..” He looks away sheepishly.

You smirk at him. “Don’t worry Felix, you can have me all to yourself later, I promise.” You say and finish with a wink.

He nods and blushes, letting out a small chuckle.

You finish up putting on your boots and wait for him to get ready before the two of you head out of his house hand in hand.

You two walk through the park, his hand in one of your hands and in the other hand you held a small paper bag full of bread for the ducks.

Children were playing all over the park and people were chatting around you. It was nice to get out of the house with him sometimes, even if he does prefer staying at home.

“Oh look it’s Felix.” A male voice said which was followed by laughter.

You feel Felix tense up and he freezes.

You were quite confused as to what was happening so you decide to turn around and see two guys around the same age as Felix and you.

“Please ignore them my love, let’s go.” He whispers to you and you furrow your eyebrows at them before nodding to Felix.

“I see you got yourself a little girlfriend.” They speak again and you can hear their footsteps behind you. “You’re making a big mistake dating that little pansy babe, come with us and we’ll show you what a real man is like.”

You were livid.

You couldn’t control yourself so you turn around, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand.

“A real man huh?” You say and cross your arms over your chest, walking up to them. “I’d rather die than date one of you hideous mother fuckers.”

They were taken aback, wide eyed, probably not expecting you to talk back.

“Felix is more of a man than you ever will be.” You stare right into the bully’s eyes. “When was the last time you ever got some huh?” your lips curl into a smirk.

“I-i…uhm, well..” he stutters and the other nudges him, mouthing something.

“That’s what I thought.” You say and turn around. “Don’t ever come for my boyfriend again.” You state and grab felix’s hand, looking up at him.

His face was beet red, his eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but grab the back of his head and kiss him right then and there.

He smiles against your lips and you pull away before the two of you walk away from them.

“That was..” He clears his throat. “hot.” He blurts out.

You cover your mouth with your hand and giggle.

The two of you continue your day near the lake, laughing and throwing bread for the ducks to eat.

He made you feel safe and now you were at peace knowing you did the same to him too.

 Luka

 You’ve been waiting for this night for a long time.

Your boyfriend’s first opening gig with his band.

It wasn’t something grand and big – I mean, it was just a small pub downtown but you knew this was a big night for him and so it turned out to be a big night for you too.

You were ready to show him all your support and love, wearing your favourite flowy dress and his lucky guitar pick hanging on a silver chain around your neck.

Your friend Marinette was by your side, she even designed the costumes for everyone so both of you were super psyched for what was happening.

You made your way to the back stage and saw your boyfriend, Luka, sitting down on a chair and tuning his guitar, nodding his head to the beat.

“Luka..” You whisper and tap his shoulder.

He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smile instantly making it’s way on his face.

“There’s my favourite girl.” He says and gets up, hugging you tightly while you giggle. “I’m so glad you could make it.” He says quietly.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You say and kiss him on the cheek.

He kisses you on the forehead and pulls away from the hug, wrapping an arm around your neck.

“Hey Marinette.” He says and smiles at her.

The bluenette grins at the two of you. “Are you excited?” She asks.

“More like nervous.” Luka replies and let’s out a heavy breath. “I’m not usually this nervous but damn, I can’t believe we finally got a gig.”

You look up at your boyfriend with adoring eyes. “Don’t be nervous Luka, I know it’s going to go great.” You reassure him and he smiles down at you, nodding.

Luka is a really calm person so seeing him nervous means that this really means a lot to him. He has been practicing for weeks and you couldn’t be more proud of how far he’s come.

You gasp at the sudden realisation of something and move away from his grasp, rummaging through your little back pack.

“A-ha!” You say and pull out a blue bracelet that you made yourself.

You look up at Luka and smile before handing it to him.

“I made this for you and I want you to wear it tonight for goodluck.” You say, your cheeks heating up when you look at him as he stares at the bracelet you made. “Since you gave me your lucky guitar pick for me to wear, I thought I should give you some luck of my own.” You look down at your shoes sheepishly.

“You’re an absolute angel, have I ever told you that?” He says and grabs your hand, making you look up at him.

You glance down at his wrist and see that he already put on the bracelet.

You get on your tip toes and give him a small kiss on the lips.

“Thank you.” He whispers and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Guys get ready in 5” Someone says from the curtains and Luka instantly stiffens up.

You give him one last kiss on the cheek before walking next to Marinette.

“Goodluck.” You say and give him a reassuring smile as you wave at him.

He nods at you and runs a hand through is hair before grabbing his guitar.

You and Marinette leave back stage and make your way to your seats.

The pub was small so it easily got crowded with people.

You sigh and play with your hair. “I’m so nervous for Luka, Mari.” You tell Marinette.

She rubs your shoulder to calm you down and shakes her head.

“He’s going to do just fine girl, you’ll see.” She says and gives you a bright smile which comforted you.

The background music playing in the pub fades away and the lights start to dim.

“La bulle proudly presents, Kitty Section!” A voice says over the speakers and whistles and claps fill the room.

The curtains open and it reveals the band in their designated places.

You glance at Luka and smile at him before the music starts.

Rose was in front, singing her heart out to their original song and Luka was behind her, nodding his head as he played the guitar with passion.

You admired him and his talents, he used to write and sing so many songs for you, little did you know that one day he would actually be performing in front of a real audience.

Luka was vocalising to the chorus with rose and his eyes suddenly find yours.

He looked amazing.

The clothes that Marinette styled them with, his skin glistening under the lights and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.

You bit your lip as you kept looking at him. He was so into the song, so immersed in everything and it was so fucking hot to you.

He noticed this and his lips curled into a small smirk.

“Wow.” You breathed out quietly.

Marinette was beaming at the band and clapping. “I know right!” She laughs happily.

You grinned and sat up as they ended and clapped.

The whole pub was clapping for your boyfriends band and you were so happy for them.

Everyone was walking to talk to them of greet them and all you had on your mind was Luka, you just wanted to hug him and congratulate him and maybe even make out with him in the bathroom.

“Excuse me.” You mutter as you try to make way towards him.

Your eye catches a blonde girl in front of him, talking to him and laughing.

You freeze and something bubbles inside of you.

Jealousy?

You weren’t the type to be jealous but you couldn’t help the feeling.

You decided not to think much of it and gulped, continuing to make your way toward them.

“Can you like, sign my boobs?” You hear her say and giggle.

“Pardon?” Luka blurts out, looking at her with wide eyes.

Nope. That was it.

You quickly move between the last few people and walk up to them.

The girl started to unbutton her shirt and you furrowed your eyebrows.

Before anything else could happen you made your way to Luka and grabbed his shirt, kissing him.

The girl stopped her movements but held her hand on the buttons of her shirt.

You pull away from Luka and watch him as he blinks a few times, dazed as to what just happened.

“go show your boobs to someone else you skank.” You spit out, narrowing your eyes at her.

She scoffs at you and flips her hair before walking away from you guys.

You clench your jaw and Luka grabs your hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luka says and you huff.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You look away from him and frown.

“You know, I wasn’t going to sign her boobs.” He says and shrugs.

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Yeah.” You murmur.

“Didn’t know you could be so jealous.” He says in a teasing voice.

It was your turn to scoff and you look at him. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Uh-huh.” He says and you stare into his eyes for a moment.

He was smirking at you, so calm, while you were red and angry inside at the thought of some bitch showing her boobs to your boyfriend.

Next thing you knew though, you were sitting on the sink of the pubs bathroom, making out with your boyfriend.

[miekasa]

okay but what about airport!levi? he gives quiet businessman vibes sitting in his slacks and turtleneck

IN HIS TURTLENECK 😭😭 He would also be quiet and to himself, but not in the emo way. You got me thinking about all of them now, so here are my other thoughts about the boys at the airport.

Levi

He thinks the idea of separating classes on an airplane is beyond stupid, but if the flight is particularly long, or particularly packed, he’s not above paying for business class for a little extra personal space for the two of you.

When he doesn’t do that, tho, he never picks your guys’ seats ahead of time, so sometimes you’ll be separated. Good thing he’s also not above lying at the check-in desk, “I’m in Zone 1, could my wife be seated next to me so that we can board together?”

They respond with an “of course,” and move your seats together, and Levi walks back with a content nod of appreciation. You are not married, and marriage sucks about as much as class separation on a 30 foot long plane, but it has its benefits.

Masks on, regardless. No debates. Pandemic or not, the mask stays on. Do not perceive him, keep the pressurized air sharing to a minimum.

Doesn’t wander much in the airport. There’s nothing in there that he hasn’t seen already, except for the marked up prices on touristy t-shirts.

And if you wander, he’ll usually just sit in the waiting area to watch your bags while you window shop and do your thing. If you’re gone for more than 30 mins, he might call, under the pretenses of, “Making sure you didn’t get lost. You know that Starbucks was near gate 41 to the left, not the right, right?” Like he’s a comedian or something 🙄

He does encourage you to get snacks before you board, tho. Airplane food is gross, and he would much rather pay for a $13 sandwich that you can snack on later, than for you to have to eat mush.

He’s got a little portable mug he takes with him for when he’s wants to buy a hot drink before getting on his flight. It’s cute.

Doesn’t fall asleep on the plane ever. No matter how long the flight is—at most, he’ll take a quick power nap somewhere in the middle if it’s over 9 hours, but other than that, he’s good to go.

Doesn’t mind if you fall asleep, and he always adjusts your neck pillow to make sure you don’t get cramps.

Jean

Travel champion. This man loves being in the airport even though he’s convinced it’s a time capsule, he fucking loves it.

King of “your airport fashion matters, babe.” Not necessarily wearing a whole three piece suit, but he does put in a little effort; it’s not just the first pair of sweats he has laying around.

Swears coffee tastes better in the airport. It does not. That does not stop him from buying it. He should learn to quit tho, especially for someone who hates airplane bathrooms as much as he does.

Charming with all the security personnel and desk assistants. You could be checking in for a flight at 4am, and Jean’s got people smiling and cheery for their shifts.

Bitches about the selection of movies on the flight, and learns to just download his own ahead of time. Gets really startled when he’s watching something and the flight attendants try to grab his attention for food or drinks—the very loud, classic, Jean Kirstein “HUH?”

On that note, he also gets startled by the loudspeaker announcements in the airport. He doesn’t know why he has to hear about American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun, when he is not on American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun.

Not opposed to paying extra for better airplane food or drinks on the plane if it’s the right time of day. He always finds something to toast to, plus he likes to treat you whenever and wherever he can.

Takes care of your overhead luggage and helps out the people around him if he sees they’re struggling. Gets shy when you call him a gentleman for it, and he rubs his neck, grumbling, “I was just helping the line move a little faster.”

Great timing, generous, will pick up your checked bags for you, and already rented a car a week in advance: 10/10 travel buddy.

Porco

He doesn’t like planes and there’s no solid reason why—nothing bad happened to him as a kid, and it’s not even that rare unfortunate incidents freak him out or anything—something flying just makes him a bit uneasy.

He won’t say it though, and he tries to keep it together when you’re checking in, but you can tell he’s anxious once you’re sitting and waiting for your flight to board.

He’ll ask to switch seats if you have the window seat, because somehow the feeling of being boxed in between the plane wall/window and another person makes it feel more like a car than a plane and he’s okay with that.

Going to the airport is one of the few times he hair won’t be styled, and falls in his face a bit. He usually throws on a beanie to cover it up, but you think he looks pretty cute either way.

Can’t usually fall asleep and he hates it because he just sits there thinking about the worst for the entire duration of the flight. But when you travel with him for the first time and coax him into taking a nap it’s so much better.

It’s about the only time he’ll let himself be publicly babied by you; but it makes everything so much easier that he doesn’t even mind.

So now, whenever you get on flights, he just puts his hood up, lays his head on your shoulder and waits for the magic to happen.

Bonus: you’re traveling with his friends, and Pieck and Marcel past to your seats, surprised to see Porco fast asleep on your shoulder. Pieck squeals, going on about how you must be a wizard to have gotten him to nap, to which Marcel just shakes his head, “Nah, he’s just really in love with her. Look at his face, that’s the calmest he’s been since he was five.”

Connie

Loves the airport. Not an ounce of organization in his soul though. By that I mean, yeah, he’s probably forgotten his passport at home, or forgotten that a full size bottle of body wash cannot go into his carry-on luggage.

Forgets to wear shoes that easy to take off and is fumbling over himself after the security check trying to lace them back up or put them back on.

Likes for you guys to have coordinating sweatsuits, and even though you don’t travel super often, Connie’s got at least 3 pairs of them lined up for you guys.

Sweet enough to drop plans or rearrange his schedule to travel with you if you were originally gonna be alone. He knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want for you to travel alone if you don’t have to, especially if you’re going someplace far and/or for an extended period of time.

He always finds breakfast food to eat before he gets on his flight (if you two even have time to spare for food that is). It could be 9pm, but Connie’s asking for a breakfast wrap.

Hates waiting in the little pre-flight area. Claims it’s boring as hell and that’s why there’s no reason to get there 3 hours early 🙄🙄

He always spends at least 30 minutes browsing all the movie and TV show options available on-board, loudly exclaiming in excitement when they have something cool to watch—only to fucking fall asleep 10 minutes later. Right on top of you when he was oh-so-excited to watch Madagascar 2.

Always steals the aisle seat, even if it’s yours. It’s probably for the best though, because he has to get up to pee at least twice, no matter how short your flight is.

Makes some cheeky remark about you meeting him in the bathroom. He doesn’t mean it... unless he does. Unfortunately, you’ve never... successfully been able to do that out of fear of being caught by the flight attendants, but there have been a few quickies in the “family” (“It’s ethical, because technically we’re participating in the act of making a family, babe”) bathroom before you boarded. It’s his fault, not yours.

Armin

He really likes planes, and traveling in general. I think trains would be his favorite mode of transportation, but airplanes are good too.

I hate to say it but he claps when the plane lands. I will not elaborate or defend my stance on this.

Prefers the window seat because he likes to look out at the clouds as he’s in the sky.

He took his passport photo a little before he cut his hair, so the security personnel always hold it up and flicker between his ID photo and his current appearance a few times before stamping it. It makes him a little embarrassed because he can’t tell if they think he looks better or worse and sometimes he’s really fighting for his life convincing them that that’s him in the picture 😭

Listens to music rather than downloading a movie or watching a show, and always brings wire headphones to the airport so that it’s easier to share and listen with you.

If you fall asleep on him first, he’ll likely fall asleep on you shortly after. If he’s tired enough, he’ll fall asleep first, though he’s somewhat embarrassed and disappointed because he wanted to see the descent and skyline outside.

When he’s not asleep or window-watching, he’s somewhat fidgety out of excitement, rather than nervousness. He’s excited to be traveling and looks forward to wherever you’re going, even if it is just a weekend long work trip.

Hates traveling alone, though. It just feels particularly lonely to him to be going someplace foreign without company by his side. So, he’ll call you at every checkpoint and send you updates.

He only ever buys two things in duty free: shot glasses with the name of the city/country you’re traveling to, and whatever variety of button down short-sleeves are available to him.

Erwin

You knew this was coming, but this man is absolutely at the airport 18 hours before your flight takes off, and he’s driving like a manic getting there, like you don’t have all the time in the world.

Fascinated by anything and everything in duty free. Definitely spends more money than necessary on your return flight on the grounds that he was getting a good deal.

Exchanges money in the airport and keeps cash in his fanny pack. There’s no traveling without the fanny pack.

Plays crossword puzzles on his phone on the plane, and it’s just about one of the only games he has. That and Candy Crush—I get the feeling he’d be on level 500+ of that game and he always knocks out at least 10 levels on a flight.

Always a little surprised when he feels his your head on his shoulder, but he says nothing, and acts like he didn’t even notice, but there’s a telling little smile on his face.

Takes the most foul selfies of him and your sleeping self. In his defense, he had the best intentions; but that angle was flattering nobody. It’s too bad he’d already paid for the in-flight wifi and sent it to Hange because now you’ll never live them down.

You could probably get him to put on a (skincare) face mask during your flight. He forgets to take it off tho, and if you don’t tell him, he’d fully walk through customs with it on his face.

Accidentally gets drunk because he doesn’t understand that just because he can handle several glasses of whiskey in his favorite bar on a Friday night, does not mean it will translate on a plane.

[thestruidora]

Landslide

The Avengers (MCU) Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit

WARNINGS: This story will contain but it’ll not be limited to explicit 18+ content including Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Shower Sex, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fluff, Oral Sex, thigh riding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dominance, Submission, Knotting, Scenting, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Rutting, Rut Sickness

Category: F/M

Pairings: Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Summary: Steve was never quite sure if he truly was an alpha. Genetically he should be, coming from a long line of alpha males. But due to the several health conditions in his youth, his poorly functioning body never presented. But now, because of the serum reacting to his true designation, a terrible case of rut sickness takes hold of the super soldier, threatening his life. Being a beta, Natasha can’t offer him what he needs, and since omegas are rarer today then ever, she is forced to hire a foreign girl to tend to Steve during these desperate times.

Author’s notes: Did y'all miss me? Yeah, I'm sure you didn't.

If anyone is interested in getting to know the magical music genre called forró, I chose a couple of classics that I feel like definitively played on the reader's first and only June Party: O Xote das Meninas Xote Dos Milagres Cintura Fina Morena Tropicana

Shout outs: @captainchrisstan, @keenkiddeputynickel, @danidv011, @ballyhoobarnes, @pophbfdsxa, @crashbarbie, @readermia, @musicnowandforever661, @bianaguipa, @deezy-061 Thank you so much for your guy’s support!

For those who missed it: Chapter One >> Language Barrier Chapter Two >> Bilingual Chapter Three >> Miscommunication

Chapter Four

Gibberish

She can still remember the laughter. The giggling that came from the back of her throat as she threw her head back, a smile full of teeth spread through her lips. The exhilaration of being with her friends, dancing her heart out.

It was her favorite time of the year. The sounds of the June Party moving on her feet. The rhythmic vibrations of the music's beat coursing through her. The songs, the speaking, the dancing: all at once ringing in her ears. One of her very first alcoholic drinks running through her veins along with all the spinning making her dizzy.

She was the happiest she’s ever been.

Every year her older cousins would travel to the countryside of Bahia's state, where the June festivities were the most elaborate. Her mom, so controlling, so protective, would never let her go. But on the year of her 14th birthday, she begged a little more strongly, pleaded a little more fervently, and now there she was.

It was so much more than she could ever have imagined. Bigger, louder, an explosion of newness to her senses. A big contrast to her secluded life in the city, because everybody knows that being a woman is hard, but being an Omega is harder.

Her mom was mated only a few hours after presenting, a few hours into her first heat, to a man she barely knew and definitely did not love. But still, she was one of the lucky ones. She could have been robbed, kidnapped and trafficked. Because Omegas are rare and the demand is huge, so presenting as one was as good as a death sentence.

But she was still young, she still got time.

And now, finally outside of her mom's vigilant eyes, with her girlfriends dancing by her side and the pulse of the *forró guiding her body she could allow herself to be carefree.

“Rapaz, que secura!” Lana screamed, complaining about the heat.

“É, tá um calor desgraçado.” Gabriela agreed, fanning herself with her hands, droplets of sweat trickling down her forehead and into her exposed cleavage.

Y/N simply laughed at her friends, they were a couple years older than her, but not necessarily more mature. Of course it was hot, they’ve been dancing for a long time, and even in the open space with the night air hanging over them, the place was so crowded that they would barely move while trying to get to the open bar.

She watched as the girls got their beverages, gobbling them down as if they were the first drinks they had in ages. But suddenly, the permanent smile that had been plastered on her face throughout the night died, something curious shifting inside of her. It was a unique feeling, one she never experienced before. It had started as a tightness in her lower abdomen, but it was growing into a sharp pain.

“Você tá bem?” Lana asked if she was ok, noticing the grimace in her features.

She tried to shake her head yes, but it came out the exact opposite as she doubled down on herself, her hands pressing on her stomach as she frowned, the pain becoming unbearable. Were these cramps? Was she about to get her period in the middle of this party?

But no, it wasn’t that. Somehow in the back of her mind, she knew this was different. She had begun to sweat, but not from the crowd or the dancing, there was this intense hotness forming within her.

She noticed a couple of men standing on the edges of the party space, in the shadows, almost camouflaged. Their eyes were predatory, fixated on her, they shined with a sinister glow, reflecting the flickering red light of the bonfire. Her friends called to her, guiding her to walk across to one of the tables, helping her sit down. When she looked again, the men were gone. Was she going mad?

“A gente vai ver se encontra Ibuprofeno, fica aí.” Gabriela said this time, or was it Lana again? They left, said something about looking for painkillers, she wasn’t paying attention, the pain was too much and so were the smells. All of the sudden, she felt like she could smell every single thing and every single one in the whole place.

She could smell the perfume, and the liquor, the sweet and the savory foods, altogether but also individually, it was overwhelming. She could smell the people, not their body wash or their shampoo, but their true scents. Some were warm and some were cold, some too strong and others too bland. And then there were two that were getting closer, too close, and these stung in her nostrils. Her vision had gone blurry and she couldn’t tell much of what was happening around her at that point, but she knew she wasn’t alone.

Shaking from the pain, shivering even though she was burning up, she looked up just fast enough to get a look at the two men from before, standing right behind her. One of them covered her eyes with his hand and the other covered her mouth. A muffled scream and a couple of weak punches were all she could do before they pulled her up from her chair, completely immobilizing her.

She trashed and struggled about, but to no avail. They were big and strong and she was small and frail.

“Shhh, Omega.” One of them whispered in her ear, and as if under a spell, she did just what was asked of her, her free will hushed. Something about his voice, and their touch, turned the pang in between her legs into a tingle.

And that’s when she knew: she had presented and this was her first heat.

They dragged her pliable body into the woods of the rural countryside, the sway of the forró getting left behind, her mother’s voice playing on a loop inside her head, “Be careful”, she always said.

Everything went dark, she could only make out flashes of information. The roughness of their hands and the graveness of their voices as they spoke to each other, laughing to themselves about how much she was worth, the way they sniffed at her neck, exhaling with satisfaction.

At some point, the grass of the forest turned into asphalt underneath her feet, and she was blindfolded and tied up, her lips taped as she was thrown into the back of a car. She could only whimper, her heat burning inside of her.

Shifting in and out of conciseness, she couldn’t tell how long had passed, couldn’t differentiate hours from days anymore. From time to time she would feel the prick of a needle going into her arm, and then it was all darkness again. She remembered being cold, shivering about as more rough hands grabbed at her. Were these the same ones from before or no? Had Lana or Gabriela reported her missing? Was anyone coming for her?

Eventually, it all stopped.

There was a cushiony softness below her, a thin sheet of fabric above her. When Y/N carefully tried to open her eyes, for the first time in what seemed like forever, she was greeted by light. Not the warm sunshine that often peeked through the windows of her bedroom in the mornings, but a cold, harsh light that came from a singular light bulb attached to the ceiling.

No longer tied or muzzled, she slowed sat up in the single bed, looking around. There was nothing covering her figure but the bedding, not even underwear. She found herself in a tiny room: four concrete white walls, a small barred window and a closed door.

Her heat was over, she could feel it, no more fire burning in her loins. She disentangled herself from the bed sheet, getting up too quickly, ignoring her nakedness and the dizziness, heading straight for the door. It was locked, of course.

Finally feeling sober enough to allow the rage to bubble up inside, she began to furiously bang on the door with clenched fists, kicking it, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Hey!” A male voice boomed just outside, appearing suddenly, as if he was already waiting right there. “Yapma!” He hit the metal of the door, hard, making it shake slightly.

She retreated, startled, analyzing the situation. She had no idea what he had said, but gathering from the brutality with which it was uttered, it couldn't have been good. She didn't even know where she'd been taken, but she had an idea why.

More male voices were spoken on the other side of the wall, in that language she did not know. Something electronic beeped, then it let out a subtle ping sound, and just like that the door was sprung open. Two men walked in, the first thing she noticed was the gun one of them was carrying, while the other came in with a paper file in his hands. She backed away into the corner of the room, trying to cover her exposed chest and genitals with her hands, their big Alpha bodies taking over the space, making her feel even more intimidated.

“Nasıl hissediyorsun?” The one with the file said to her, his words sounding like a reserved recording to her brain. He was older, maybe in his late forties, greying hair at the top of his head, a light blue suit framing his ample shoulders.

When she didn’t answer, simply stood there against the wall, trying to control her labored breathing and the sheer fear that had taken over her body, causing even her inner organs to shake, he gave her a once over, opening the file and scanning through whatever was written there.

“Brazil, huh?” He arched one of his brows. “Can you understand me now?” He asked her, deliberately enunciating every word.

Y/N swallowed the sigh that was trying to leave her lips, staring at the gun, wide-eyed.

“Dumb bitch.” The man in the suit murmured to himself, snapping a finger in her face, getting her attention. “You’ve been on sedatives for a long time, little one. How are you feeling?” He said it as slow as he could, as if speaking to an animal. “Do you got a tummy-ache or a headache?” He rubbed his belly while saying ‘tummy’ and touched his temples while saying ‘head’.

She only frowned at him, a crease forming in between her eyebrows. He scoffed, leaning forward, letting his light-colored eyes roam over the valley of her breasts.

“Or maybe you’re just cranky cause you didn’t get no Alpha dick inside that tight little pussy yet.” Before he could finish his words, she was already propelling the whole weight of her body into her closed fist as she punched him in the face, fear turning into fury.

“Oh!” He growled, covering his bleeding nose, quickly walking away from her, face contorted in pain. “Shoot her!” He yelled at the other man, who promptly pointed his gun at her.

“Não!” She shouted out, closing her eyes and attempting to protect her face with her hands. A blunt sound echoed in the room and she felt something sharp go into her leg. Before she had enough time to come to the conclusion that it was tranquilizer dart, her eyes rolled back into their sockets and blackness welcomed her once again.

*

Five years had passed with her locked in that place, slowly forgetting where her mom’s face wrinkled the most when she was angry, or the exact shade of her eyes, the particular timbre of her voice. Y/N was slowly going mad, losing all hope of ever being rescued by the hero that always came to her in her dreams.

She was fourteen when she was taken, highly prized for her young age and virginity. They tried to sell her to the highest bidder many times, but she fought like an Alpha. Biting, roaring at anyone that came too close. Some of the men even began to doubt she was a real Omega, but ever so often her heat came and it reminded them. Emir, the big boss of the operation, sometimes would come to her doorstep during those times, tap at door and use his Alpha voice, laughing when she had to bit her own lips to control the moans his presence was causing.

But in the end, she wasn’t genetically compatible with anyone, and even those that wanted her for her fierceness were disappointed to find that her DNA did not match with theirs. A part of her was happy she had never been sold and probably never would be, just for the simple satisfaction of knowing that her body wouldn’t give those men any profit.

So there she stayed, locked up, imprisoned, hearing the sounds of the other girls crying in their rooms while she got on her tiptoes, trying to catch glimpses of the outside world through her only window, waiting.

It had been a while since she last saw Emir when the door made it’s telltale beep and was opened by him, but this time, he wasn’t alone.

“Hello there, my Latin beauty.” He smiled an evil smile at her, but she didn’t pay it any mind, focused on the redhead woman that was beside him, looking at Y/N with sorrow in her eyes. “See, Widow? I told you my girls are gorgeous, look at her.”

The woman let a displeased noise at his words, coming closer to Y/N, who gave her a distrustful look.

“Hi, I’m Natasha. What’s your name?”

“It’s Y/N.” Emir answered for her.“Oh, and she doesn’t talk.”

“Excuse me, what do you mean?”Natasha turned to him, her short red locks moving with her.“She’s mute?”

“Nah, she just doesn’t know any English.”

“Oh.” She gave the girl one more pitiful stare, but Y/N felt like she was looking right through her.

*

Leaving the facility was like a dream and a nightmare all at the same time. While finally being free was wonderful, Y/N knew that such freedom would come at a cost. The woman, Natasha Romanoff, wasn’t the best at Portuguese, but knew enough of it in order for them to communicate.

Y/N didn’t say much when they gave her a suitcase full of brand-new clothes and guided her out of that God-forsaken place. She didn’t say a word when a dark-haired man tried to take the suitcase from her hands, Natasha said his name was James and that he was only trying to be chivalrous, something about the 1940’s that she didn’t quite understand.

She remained quiet as Natasha tried her best to explain to her that a man’s life was at stake, that Captain America was dying of a terrible rut sickness, and that he was compatible with her and her alone. That yes, she had been bought like cattle, but it was for noble reasons, because Steve Rogers was an honorable man, a hero and his destiny was in her hands.

She kept all of her thoughts to herself as Natasha pulled up a ‘Rut Companion’ contract, stipulating that once Y/N had served her purpose and Mr. Rogers was out of danger and well, she would receive a large sum of money and could walk away from all of this, go anywhere she wanted and do whatever she pleased. Even after signing it, she resigned herself to silence.

And of course, she didn’t say anything when they boarded a jet to the United States, not even a word about the fact that she was actually fluent in English.

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