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jackzillanyanut8008 · 2 years ago

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Star Wars TLJ Rewrite: Part 5

Author’s Note:

This rewrite is completely fan-made. I am not the creator of these characters. They belong to George Lucas, Lucasfilm Entertainment, Lily and Mikaila Orchard, and Disney+ Entertainment. I am not claiming any of these properties of my own. In the event that I do otherwise, I will take full legal responsibility for the misuse of these characters. Please support the official creators and there content. Thank You

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Chapter 18: A Royal Ally

Varax, Rey, and Aliana all board a speeder car as they drive through the jungles of Naboo. “This planet is a lot warmer than Takodana! It’s not as bad as Jakku though!” Rey yells over the roaring engine of the speeder. “Naboo and other jungle planets are a lot more humid due to the high moisture, which causes the planet to have a higher humidity rate!” Aliana explains, also yelling over the speeder as Varax makes a sharp turn around a bend.

They eventually reach the outer gates of Theed, as they enter the city Rey stares in awe at the city’s beauty. “Woah, this place is… astonishing!” Rey says as she moves around the speeder to get a closer look. Aliana gets a smirk and an idea “Is it as astonishing as me love?” she says flirtingly. Rey blushes for a moment before giggling ��Not quite, but it’s up there” she says as she reaches over and kisses Aliana’s neck. “Hey! Where did this come from” Aliana says with a laugh, “I dunno, but I’m a quick learner” Rey says, kissing her girlfriend's cheek. Varax pulls over and hops out, “Alright, if we're gonna impress Queen Tahraya, we need to look at least somewhat presentable” he says as he gives the keys to a security droid “You too try to find something presentable, I’ll see if I can do the same” Varax says before taking off.

The trio split up and tried to look for anything presentable. Rey eventually settled for a set of dark brown Jedi robes from a gift shop, Aliana chose a black dress with a ruby necklace, and Varax settled for an all white suit with gold accented buttons. The trio eventually reach the palace and meet with the Queen.

Rey and Aliana are both taken aback by Tahraya’s beauty, the Naboo queen resembling a Coruscant fashion model more than a queen of Naboo. “Ah, Master Koslov, and you two must be Rey and Aliana. Varax has spoken highly of you” Tahraya says as the three kneel before the queen. “M’lady, I humbly ask that we may settle in the inner circle of Theed, so as to not disrupt your Gungan neighbors” Varax says. Aliana looks over and realizes the Jedi not only got a suit, but also tidied up his loose hair and even braided his beard “Sheesh, talk about ‘committing to the cause’” she says internally.

“You may settle in Theed for now, however I must remind you that whatever conflict you bring to my people, you face alone. Master Jedi” she says as the three stand up to leave.

“That went better than I thought” Varax says as they leave the palace halls.

Chapter 19: Lady Talon, Baroness of The Brew

After they leave the palace Varax gets an idea. “Hey guys? Let’s get something to each, I hear Naboo has good seafood!” he says as he shakes his hair back to its usually messy appearance.

Rey gives a shrug “Never had seafood, as long as it’s not ration packs I’ll eat whatever’s good” she says before eying at Aliana “Especially if it’s made by you love”. Aliana covers her cheeks “Oh my gosh stop, you're embarrassing me Rey!” she squeals as Rey gives her a Wookie sized bear hug as the three head into a restaurant. “Jar-Jar’s Jumbo Eatery, yeah this sounds good!” Varax says as he enters the establishment. They eventually see that the restaurant is fairly barren, the only two customers being a Red Twi’lek woman, and a small work service droid.

“Lady Talon! You need to report to Lord Niima or else he’ll cut our pay!!!” the droid says, pulling the woman's tendrils to try and wake her up. “Leave me alone you damn pest, WAITER ANOTHER MUG!” the woman says, slurring her speech. Aliana tilts her head, “Talon Rar? IS THAT YOU!?!” Aliana says as the woman turns around and squints at her. “A-AMOROSA HOLY KRIFF IT’S BEEN YEARS, COME, COME HAVE A SEAT” she exclaims.

Rey and Varax look at them confused before sitting down. “Aliana, you know this woman?” Varax asks as he sits down. Aliana laughs a little as she sits down next to the Twi’lek “She was my ex while I was on the run from the First Order and the Republic, how are you and CD-9 doing?” she asks as the little droid jumps onto the table “We’ve been better, Niima’s been cutting our pay to feed his own face hole, but since the First Order’s screwing up the Outer Rim we can’t get anyone together to fight against the bastards” the little droid says sadly. Rey gives him a look of sympathy before Aliana chimes in “Hey, we’re in the middle of fighting the First Order if you two wanna lend a hand. It’s up to you though” she says as a barkeep drops off a plate of kegs.

“Maybe, by the way, who’s the human girl in the Jedi cosplay, you found a new concubine Amorosa?” Talon says with a drunken laugh. Rey gives her a stare before Aliana taps her shoulder “No she’s my girlfriend” Aliana says which instantly shuts both Talon and CD-9 up. “Woah, wow, well good for you boss!” she says as she raises her tankard “TO LOVE AND PASSION, THE SOUL OF BATTLE ITSELF” she toasts before downing the whole chalice in a few gulps.

“I like this gal” Varax whispers into Rey’s ear as the 2 Sith laugh at each other.

Chapter 20: A False Doubt

Varax, Rey, and Aliana say their farewells to Talon and CD-9 as they return to the Resistance base to call it a day. Aliana looks at Rey, who fell asleep on the way back and smiles as she strokes her hair. “You’re the most radiant woman I’ve ever met, Rey. And nothing would ever change that” she says before Varax stops the speeder, jolting the two awake. “what happened? Was I asleep?” Rey asks before looking up and seeing the landing zone in ruins, scorch marks everywhere, and a First Order banner in the middle of the landing zone.

They immediately ran back to Theed, hoping that they’d just move the ships and the First Order were too late, but their hopes were crushed. The Resistance high command, Buckethead, and Shadow Squadron were either captured or killed by the First Order.

But, as quickly as their hopes were shattered, they were reborn. As they see a massive fleet, at least 100 cruisers strong, enter Naboo’s atmosphere overhead. Including the missing Resistance ships. Rey laughs at her own fear “They left without telling us, Poe you bastard” she says as a transport ship pulls up overhead. Finn and Poe walk out with smiles and grins. “Sorry for the misinput, you guys wouldn’t answer your comms so we went without you” Finn says as he walks down the ramp as Rey jumps in for a hug, and throws Poe a punch to the shoulder.

Varax stares in awe at the massive fleet, mesmerized by its size “How did you-?” he asks before Aliana gasps “My mom’s old political contacts of course! I knew I recognized some Outer Rim star cruisers out there!” Aliana says as Poe gives her a smile. “2V figured that the allies your mom gathered as a Senator would rather die fighting the First Order than turn a blind eye to galactic suffering, although there is one more thing we need… funding” Poe says as he crosses his arms “I’m planning on heading to Canto Bight with Finn and Rose, figured I could put my flyboy charisma to good use, but a Sith Lord would also help us out” he says looking at Aliana.

Aliana ponders the idea, sure she went to Canto Bight to gamble and drink away her issues, but she never went on any real business before. “Sure, Rey you coming with?” she asks as she boards the ship. Rey shakes her head “I think I’ll stay here and get the fleet situated, you and Poe go have some fun” she says before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

The two groups split up as the ship takes off.

Chapter 21: Dressed For Success

Aliana sits next to Poe and Finn in the shuttle's pilot seat as they exit hyperspace. She notices Rose fiddling with a golden crescent moon necklace as she looks out the window, “Never took you for a gal who wears jewelry Commander” she says as she sits on a crate next to Rose. Rose looks out the window “Canto Bight was me and my sister’s homeworld before we joined the fight, and now she’s gone” Rose says as she looks down in sadness. Aliana gives her a look of sympathy as she looks out the window, seeing the shining casino lights pierce through the night sky. “Don’t worry we won’t stay longer than we need to, I hope” Aliana says as she gets up and pats Rose’s shoulder.

The crew land on a landing pad near the casino, all dressed in their formal attire. Rose, Finn, and Poe are all wearing suits. While Amorosa is wearing a suit and dress combo (in black of course). “Alright, simple plan: win over some investors, get some funding, no big deal” Rose says nervously before Poe gives her a look of concern. “Hey, you doing okay” Poe asks as he walks up to Rose, who’s tensed up and almost running into the casino. “Yeah, this place just brings back a lot of shitty memories, lets just do what’s needed and leave” Rose says as she balls up her hands. Finn soon realizes why she’s nervous “You and your sister were slaves here, weren't you?” he asks as the group stops.

Rose takes a breath “yes, we fled the planet from a bastard named Denkar Dumant, a slave trader from Coruscant who-” she says before Aliana cuts her off. “No need to dwell on the past if it makes you uncomfortable Rose, we all got our baggage” she says as Finn chimes in. “Yeah, I know the feeling of being a slave Rose, you have my sympathy” he says with a gentle smile. “Although… That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t screw the bastard out of some easy money while we’re here” Aliana says, an evil smirk painted across her face.

Rose’s face lights up as she gives her a nod “Yeah, let’s screw over a slave trader” she says excitedly. Aliana laughs “Funding first, we still don’t know if that jizz stain is even here, plus we didn’t come here for vengeance” she says as she catches her breath.

Rose gives the Sith a nod of understanding as the three head into the casino, ready to take on anything the greasy upper-class had to throw at them…

Back on Naboo, Rey sets up the fleet before feeling a strong presence come from outside the city…

Chapter 22: An Unfortunate Reunion

Rey hops onto the speeder and follows the odd feeling in the Force. It was hard for Rey to describe, but it felt as though a cold breeze had blown onto her neck.

Varax takes off behind her, not wanting to leave her alone. “Rey, wait!” he says as she curves around a bend and heads into an old villa on a lake outside Theed. It felt so peaceful, yet Varax could swear he felt a faint dark presence as he drew closer.

Rey ran inside, chasing the feeling in the Force before stopping dead in her tracks as she got surrounded by a group of warriors with stun batons, and their leader… him.

“Hello Rey, is Varax close by? Wanna have a chat” he says, breathing heavily under his mask. Rey ignites her lightsaber and stands her ground as Varax comes running in “REY DON’T IT’S A-” Varax yells before a warrior shoots him with a charged stun blast, stopping Varax dead in his tracks as the other guards grab him and drag him to a ship parked behind the villa.

“Sorry we couldn’t duke it out like old times Rey, but the Supreme Leader is growing impatient and I have a reputation to uphold, Ushar!” Ren says, before a warrior with a club smacks Rey upside her head as everything goes black.

Rey hadn’t been knocked out before, sure she’d been stunned but that's different. Being knocked out was like being both awake and asleep at the same time. She couldn’t see anything or move, but could hear everything around her.

“Varax… what happened?” She says deliriously as she sees Varax cuffed and sitting next to her “SHUT IT BITCH” A warrior says before smacking her in the head with the butt end of their rifle, much to Ren’s dismay. “Easy Cardo, I need her conscious to get the map to Skywalker, now sit down, we're about to board” Kylo says as Rey hears the ship dock onto a freighter.

The warriors and Ren drag the two Jedi out of the shuttle, marching through the ship before coming to a throne room. Sitting in the middle is ,who Rey can only assume to be, Supreme Leader Snoke himself. Rey found the man repulsive, reminding her of the older scavengers who’d catcall her at the market on Jakku.

“There she is! Rey The Scavenger Jedi Knight! I’ve been looking for you for a long time” Snoke says as he stands up from his shadowy form as his gold robes shimmer in the light of the throne room.

Chapter 23: Resistance Is Futile

It takes Varax every ounce of self control he has to not snap into a blood curdling rage as Snoke walks up to Rey with a sickening smile across his lips. “I see you’ve been acquainted with the Knights Of Ren, my elite Jedi Tracking Force” he says as he lifts Rey into the air. “That’s what you call them? HA! That’s the most stupid fucking name I’ve ever heard of” Rey says as she spits at the old man. Snoke wipes the spit from his face as he throws her to Kylo “Ben, show our little friend what happens to people like her when they try to fight us” he says as he returns to his throne with a maniacally laugh.

Varax finally has enough as he tries to charge at Snoke before two of the Knights block his path. Snoke laughs at the Jedi’s futile attempt to take his life “Ohohohohoho, you shouldn’t have done that my young friend, although I am impressed by your resolve master Jedi” Snoke says as Varax is put to his knees as two other Knights unleash a torrent of electricity from their shock batons directly into his back. “I’m going to enjoy watching you and your friend break…” he says as Kylo drags Rey to another room and straps her to a chair.

“I’ll never tell you anything, not after what you did to Han, and Leia!” Rey yells as Kylo walks over to the nearby table and takes off his mask. Rey gasps and horror, almost vomiting at the sight of the Dark Jedi. His once black and curly hair was gone, his face a reddish pink color due to his scarred flesh, and the only visible scar being the one she gave him on Starkiller Base.

“Oh you don’t need to say anything, your mind will tell me everything I need to know” he says with a wheeze, outstretching his hand as he pierces Rey’s mind with the Force. Rey winces, both at Kylo invading her mind and his deformed appearance before hearing a bestial roar coming from Snoke’s throne room across the hall. Kylo stops and leaves to investigate, leaving Rey alone in the room.

Varax had had enough. He was done being a slave to terrible people. He knew if we wanted to leave the ship with Rey, that he’d need to tap into that power. As much as it made him sick, he ran through the hordes of Stormtroopers, dicing them into pieces with his lightsaber to try and look for Rey, eventually finding her alive, but unconscious.

Varax grabs her as he runs to the hangar, escaping on Kylo’s personal shuttle to Naboo to prepare the fleet for war.

Chapter 24: Revenge Is A Fool’s Bet

Aliana and Rose notice the greasy bastard they were looking for , Denkar Dumant, playing roulette with a pair of Twi’lek consulates at his hips. The man was old, roughly late 60’s early 70’s, and looked like a pervert. Aliana knew she was gonna enjoy robbing him blind. “That him Rose?” She asks as Rose looks next to Aliana, giving her a nod, “Yeah, I know that toothless smirk anywhere, let's do this” Rose says as the two walk over.

Meanwhile, Finn and Poe are finishing up sweet talking some high-rate war profiteers as they see both Aliana and Rey walk to the old man “Ah kriff, I was hoping he wasn’t hear” Poe says as Finn finishes up with the folks “Well, better make sure we don’t get caught in a firefight” he says as the two join the ladies at the roulette table.

Aliana didn’t mind cheating casinos. Sure there was the risk of losing a hand if caught, but Aliana’s survived far greater threats than Canto Bight Casino Security (Or CBCS for short). Regardless, she let Rose know beforehand not to get too caught up if they ran into Denkar.

After about two hours of “playing roulette”, Aliana gives Rose a look “C’mon Rose, we’re almost outta cash and we need to get back to Naboo, let’s finish it up and leave” she says. Rose doesn’t even turn away from the board “Ohhhh no Alie, Mama Rosey’s on a winning streak, and Mama needs a vengeance!” she says, almost like a crazed lunatic. Aliana realizes that she’s gotten what Talon calls “Gamble Fever”, when the mind gets pumped with so much adrenaline from reasoning that you start to think irrationally, she figures the best she can do is something she doesn’t do often. “You want to head back to the ship” she says to Rose, waving her hand behind her head as Rose stops mid shuffle. Rose stops and stands up “I want to head back to the ship” she says in a monotone tone of voice as her and Aliana leave, meeting up with the boys. “Get her back to the ship, I’ll deal with Dumant” she says as the boys grab Rose and take her back to the ship.

Aliana, meanwhile, sneaks up behind the old man by a slot machine and snaps his neck, his lifeless body falling onto his chips as his consulates scream in horror.

Aliana struts out of the casino, glad that one less scumbag in the galaxy is dead, figuring that Rose would be grateful even though she was mind tricked into leaving.

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crazyotakugal · 3 years ago

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Soaring Hearts

Hawks/Keigo Tamaki x Reader Fluff Lemon

Authors Notes:

Thank y’all so much for all the support!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and like I said, here’s part Two!! I hope y’all enjoy!!

It’s been almost a month since your “encounter” with the Number Two Hero. You’ve been catching up with your family, seeing the sights, and wondering about your meet up with Hawks. Of course, you haven’t told anyone about meeting Hawks and the events that followed. However, there’s always the unexpected…

Part Two:

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS

“ Come on, y/n! You gotta check out this place next!” Your cousin, Fuyumi, waved you over to yet another sweets shop.

It was a nice day today and Fuyumi had the day off, so she decided to take your sight seeing/shopping. The district was actually really cool and had a variety of different shops, but you really didn’t have much money to spend. Since your dad ditched you, things have always been tight. If your uncle, the number one Hero, had not paid for your trip, you wouldn’t have been able to visit. However, you’d never tell your family about your financial situation.

“Oooohhh!! They have that awesome cake and milk tea!! Let’s get some!” Fuyumi grabs your hand and starts to drag you into the shop.

“Umm, Fuyumi, maybe we should slow down?” You really couldn’t afford it, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Oh no worries! Dad’s covering everything today! He insisted!” She beamed.

“Uuuuhhh…” You were at a lost for words.

You just decided to go along with it and allowed yourself to be dragged along. Despite your uncle’s attitude, he was actually a really kind person. You remember your mom calling him a monster and saying he was evil, but you just didn’t see that.

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You and Fuyumi were sitting at a table with a neon rainbow checkerboard tablecloth and a pink vase with white daisies inside. The place was really nice for being a sweets shop. It was cutesy kind of place with different kinds of teas and sweets and the atmosphere was relaxing. You just went with whatever Fuyumi ordered. She seemed to be really happy and enjoying hanging around you. To be honest, you were really having tons of fun and you were really happy you came to Japan.

Even your encounter with Hawks.

Even if it was just a fling and as much as it made your heart ache to want to see him again, you knew your best chance was on a screen versus in person. You didn’t regret spending the night with him, but you felt bad for how it ended.

~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~

It was either really late at night or very early in the morning when you had woken up. It was really dark and you were tempted to slip back into the lull of sleep. However, you had to pee really bad. Your body felt stiff and heavy. Nature calling, you rub your thighs together, feeling a sharp pain shoot between your legs, and a stickiness there.

‘Huh? Too early for my period.’

You try to shift to get up, but something was wrapped around your waist. It didn’t feel like your covers. It was warmer and heavier. As your brain slowly started to wake up, you realized the thing around your waist was connected to something heavy pressed against your back. You try to wiggle a little bit and whatever was around your waist tighten.

You felt a lump in your throat and carefully turned your head. Holding your waist was Japan’s number two pro hero! His gold locks even messier then normal and he looked absolutely breath taking asleep. You very carefully slide away from Hawks without disturbing him, gather your scattered clothing, and tippy toe into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, fully clothed. You glance over at Hawks sleeping form, feeling regret for leaving like this bubbling inside you. However, you weren’t going to put yourself through that. Even though what you two had shared was amazing, you weren’t going to kid yourself into thinking that there was anything there. You wiped a few tears from your eyes and quietly left his apartment.

~~~ End F/B ~~~

“Y/n? Hey, y/n, you there?” Fuyumi is waving a hand in front of your face.

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I guess I was spacing out.”

A waitress comes over to your table, setting down your orders and leaves with a bow. The tea smelled amazing and the cake super delicious!

“I’m sorry, Fuyumi, what were you saying?” You take a sip of the yummy tea.

She takes a bite of the cake and swallowed it, “I was saying that there’s this big charity party that dad wants us all to attend tonight and was asking you if you had a dress you could wear?!”

You choke a bit on your cake, “What?! No! Noooo! I don’t have anything to wear that fancy! I really don’t need to go, I mean I’m just his niece!”

Fuyumi makes a slight pouty face, “But you are family! It’s for the family’s of that Camino incident, so it’s for a good cause! Dad even said we could go pick out new dresses!”

You feel really uneasy about that,” That’s not necessary! Really!”

Fuyumi just smiled at you, “Really! Don’t worry about it!”

Even though you were still getting to know Fuyumi, you knew her well enough to know there was no point to arguing with her once her mind was set. You just take a bite of your cake as she beams knowing she won.

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After the sweets shop, you were dragged to a few clothing stores. Fuyumi found a few dresses she liked/bought, the one she finally chose for the evening was a navy blue tie back dress that had silver glitter at the hem slowly decreasing almost non existent to the waist, almost like a starburst effect. It looked amazing on her. In fact, a lot of stuff did.

You found a few things you looked for everyday wear and lingerie, which she bought you despite your protests, but nothing you felt confident in or really suited you. Finally, Fuyumi dragged you into this one store with all kinds of clothing. That’s when it caught your eye. It was an off the shoulder dress with loop sleeves, form fitting torso with lace up front. There was a satin bow at the waist, the bow resting on your hip. The skirt flared out into two layers, the top layer was sheer parted down the middle with tiny little diamonds (not real) that ruffled at the edges. The second layer was a satin material with the same diamond accents that came down to your ankles. It was your favorite color and the price wasn’t bad at all!

“Oh wow, y/n! That’s perfect! You should try it on!” Fuyumi beamed as she snatched the dress and pushed it and you towards the dressing room. A few minutes later, you came out with it on. It fit you perfectly and you couldn’t hardly believe it was you in the mirror.

“Y/n! You look beautiful!” Your cousin smiled at you, causing you to blush a little.

‘My little sparrow is so beautiful.’

You remember the last time someone called you “beautiful” and remembering that night made you turn bright red.

~~~ Later that night ~~~

Just as you thought, it was an extremely classy affair. There were ton of big time heroes there as well as a lot of influential names. You didn’t know everyone, but Fuyumi had no problem filling you in. She looked so pretty in her dress. Natsuo and Shoto of course didn’t show up. Fuyumi was squealing about all the hot and available guys at the party.

“Oh there’s dad!” Fuyumi grabs your arm and drags you over to where your uncle was.

He, of course being number one, was surrounded by a bunch of people. He looked really annoyed, but put on a front. Occasionally, shaking a hand. Once he saw Fuyumi and you heading his way, he excused himself and to meet you halfway.

“Hey, Dad! This things really great isn’t it?” Fuyumi smiles, as always, trying to be the sweet daughter.

“Fuyumi. Y/N. You’re both looking very nice this evening.” He gave a tiniest, quickest smile.

Fuyumi beamed at the compliment and gave even a little twirl. A waiter came by and offered you three a colorful drink in a tall glass with a cherry on top. Endeavor declined, but you two each took one and thanked him.

“Um, Uncle, thank you very much for the dress,” You bowed, careful not to spill your drink.

“Hey there, Number one! You sure are popular!” A familiar voice rang, making your heart stop.

You lift your head up, to see none other than Hawks standing next to your uncle, with his hand on his shoulder with his usual grin on his face. He, like the other pro heroes there, was wearing his typical attire.

“Ugh, Hawks, let me introduce you to my daughter, Fuyumi, and my niece visiting abroad, Y/N,” Endeavor holds a hand out gesturing your way causing your heart to stop.

‘Don’t be dumb, Y/N! It was a one night stand! He probably doesn’t even remember you!’

Hawks smiles at Fuyumi warmly, gently taking her hand, but there’s a split second of surprise and recognition when his eyes turn towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles, takes your hand into his, and brings it to his lips. You feel your face turn bright red.

“Nice you meet you, Y/n,” He says with a subtle hint of sarcasm. He was acting like you’d just met, but he definitely recognized you.

“Oh my God! Is that the number one and number two pro heroes together!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

Fuyumi grabbed your hand and hurried away so you two weren’t caught in the poparatzi fire. You glanced back at Hawks, who was still looking at you as you were being led away. The crowd of reporters encircled the two heroes.

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After the craziness with the reporters, you’d lost sight of Hawks. You’d spent the rest of the evening being dragged around by your cousin, talking, eating, and drinking. It was actually lots of fun. You got to meet a lot of new people and eat a lot of delicious food.

A little tipsy, needing some air, you excused yourself from your cousin who honestly was too engrossed in talking to this guy to notice you leave. You found a quiet place in the outside garden. The cool air felt nice on your hot skin and the scent of the flowers around you was relaxing. You sat on a bench by a fountain, closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As you started to cool down, the breeze was starting to make you shiver a little.

Suddenly something soft and warm is placed on your shoulders. Your eyes shoot open and you see Hawks standing there with a gentle smile on his face, he’d placed his jacket over you. Seeing him so close to you, made your heart race and you felt a ping of guilt.

“Little Sparrow a bit chilly?” He reaches and brushes a stray hair from your burning face.

Hearing him say that nickname, flustered you because images of that night came flooding back. You felt the familiar spark of desire start from just that little touch. The memory of how those hands felt touching you made you shiver slightly.

“I, um, I…” You stutter out.

He tilts his head slightly, “hmmm?”

You bow low, “I’m so sorry! About leaving like that I mean!”

Embarrassed you ramble on, “It’s just, um, I’ve never done that type of thing. Not saying I regret what happened, but…I didn’t know what to expect afterwards and panicked and…I’m so sorry I left and didn’t say anything…”

You’re afraid to look up, but a gentle hand on your chin, turned your gaze upwards to meet his. Those wonderful lips of his gently covering your own. At first it starts slow, but then gradually becomes more passionate. One hand wraps around your waist as the other cups the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His tongue sweeps over your lips and you grant him access to your mouth without hesitation. All the desire from that night reawakening as that kiss makes you melt.

When your lips finally part, both his hands cup your cheeks bringing your face forward so your forehead was resting against his. Your noses almost touching, both your eyes shut, and you both a panting for breath. Just from that kiss, you could tell that you probably were already soaked down there. Your eyes locked when you opened them. Desire burning so brightly behind his gold orbs.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. The dress you were wearing was absolutely amazing on you, your lips were red and swollen from his assault, and your cheeks were flushed. That morning, he felt sad that you had left and he hadn’t gotten your name or info. That night has been fantastic and he didn’t know what it was about you, but he just felt so drawn to you. Sure, he’d had experience with women and had some fun in his younger years. Despite the rumors about him, he didn’t go around jumping from woman to woman. That was way too risky for one, but shallow one night stands weren’t his thing.

“Y/N,” He breathed before kissing you again. His hands starting the explore your body over your dress.

“H…Hawks!” You gasp as his lips start placing kisses down your neck. Hearing your name from his lips completely overwhelmed you with need.

His arms lift you up bridal style and he flies up high onto a balcony. The door’s unlocked and Hawks carries you into the dark room. It looked like someone’s office, there were shelves with all kinds of books, a couple of couches by a fireplace, and a large wooden desk.

Hawks carries you over and gently lays you down on one of the couches, his jacket acting like a pillow, and leans over you. His lips once again taking yours captive. He uses one arm to support his weight above you as the other slides up your leg bunching the skirt of your dress higher and higher. You gasp against his mouth when you feel his fingers press against the damp cloth between your legs.

“Oh!” You toss your head back as his fingers slowly start to circle the wetness there.

“I see my lovely sparrow is still so sensitive,” he murmurs as he kisses your shoulder, his fingers dipping beyond your soaked panties.

“Keigo!” You cry out and you feel Hawks shutter above you, feeling how wet you already were for him and already crying his name.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. He gets up off of you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and the sound of rustling clothing. You give a surprise squeal as you feel your panties being pulled off you. Hawks pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist and settles himself between your legs. Before you can say anything, he sheaths himself into you with one thrust. You can feel him fill every part of you, once again stretching you.

“Ahhh!” Your body shudders as you cum just from the sensation of him utterly filling you.

“Did my sparrow just cum from me just putting it inside?” He says with a cocky tone as he starts to move, “You really are made for me! Fuck! You feel so good!”

You dig your nails into his clothed back as your rocked into ecstasy. You look up at Hawks; his face twisted with pleasure and his beautiful red wings completely spread out above the two of you. Your tangle your fingers in his blond hair and bring his lips crashing down onto yours.

The sounds of moans and slapping skin fill the room.

“You’re so hot and wet! It’s like heaven inside you!” He breaths, never halting his thrusts, “God Sparrow, you’re taking me so wonderfully. You’re just the perfect fit!”

You start to feel that wonderful familiar knot start to build again. Hawks thrusts start getting a little rougher and deeper. A film of sweat covering both your bodies. His length hitting the entrance of your womb over and over again. The pleasure is just as intense as before that you feel your mind slipping away.

“Keigo! I’m gonna…oh God! I’m gonna!” You sob out, feeling yourself about to tumble down that peak any moment.

Hawks grabs your hips in his hands and pounds into you mercilessly. He burned the vision of you in his mind. Your h/c spilled all over as your head thrashes about, you withering underneath him with absolute bliss plastered on your face, and those lovely lips of yours swollen, parted, quivering as you start to reach your peak. That lovely dress of yours bunched at your hips giving him a wonderful view of himself being swallowed by your lovely pussy.

“Y/n, cum for me! That’s it! Cum for me sparrow!” He urges, pushing his hips against that spot a few times, his cock hitting your cervix, before you finally tumble over.

“KEIGO!” You scream, tossing your head back as your orgasm hits you. You cling to the couch as it washes you over. He holds his grip on your hips as he pounds you.

Hawks loses it when he feels you clamp down onto him, cumming around his cock. Your hot fluids gushing all over him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he’s calling out your name as he fills you to the brim. Another climax hits you as feel his dick twitching and filling you. You both lay there, panting afterwards.

You both hold each other on the couch, bodies still connected. Hawks still breathless, placing occasional kisses on your shoulder. He didn’t want to leave your warmth yet. After a few more minutes of holding you, mumbling soothing words, Hawks slips from your depths. He watches as your combined fluids seep from your opening slightly and catches your soft whimper once he left you.

Hawks sits up and gathers you in his lap, holding you to his chest. You smelt amazing. Like a sweet dessert. Your h/c was soft and your skin as well. It felt so nice holding you like this. You laid your head on his chest and gave into him holding you. His fingers gently stroking your hair. You didn’t want to be parted from him yet. You wished time would freeze and you two could stay like this. He smelt like rain. His warmth radiating from his body into yours. You feel a bit of sleepiness come over you.

“We should go before someone comes in and we get in trouble for staining their expensive couch,” Hawks whispers in your ear, bringing a bright red blush to your face.

You get up on your unsteady legs and straighten yourself up. You look around, a bit panicked, for your panties that you’d been wearing, but couldn’t see where Hawks had tossed them too. Your face turned bright red thinking how horrifying it would be if someone found them.

“Looking for something?” Hawks smiles at you, holding the bunched up lace garment in his hand.

“H…hey!” You feel your face burn even hotter. “Give those back!”

You go to try to snatch your panties from his hand, but of course he’s too fast for you and easily dodges. You go to try and grab them again, but this time he catches your wrist, pulling your body against his.

He smiles down at you, giving you a playful wink,”Consider these my hostage so you don’t go disappearing on me again.”

You make a pouty face at him and playfully punch him in the chest. He simply laughs it off.

His lips brush yours as he stuffs the material into his jacket pocket and lifts you up again. He effortlessly leaps down the balcony, safely with you to the ground. He gently sets you down on your feet. You feel his hand cover yours then sliding something between your fingers. It was his card, but at the bottom was a hand written phone number. You look up at him again and he reaches to brush a hair from your face. You looked absolutely adorable at that moment, looking up at him with big, questioning eyes.

“I don’t usually give out my personal number, but I’m willing to make an exception for you my sparrow,” He grins, ” However, now that I know you’re related to the big guy, I can easily hunt you down too.”

You give him a look and mumble under your breath, “You can try.”

He’s taken aback for a moment, then bursts into laughter. You were just too cute. He couldn’t help himself, wraps an arm around your waist, and kisses you deeply before he finally steps away from you.

He flaps his wings and takes off a few feet into the air. Small red feathers raining down all around you.

“Until I see ya around, Y/N!” He grins before taking off into the air. Leaving you looking up at the night sky as he disappears.

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So that’s it for part two!! Thank y’all so much and I’ll be working on part three soon. :D

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primrose-path-of-dalliance · 4 years ago

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@trueblue-escapist this one got long! :) (edit: now on ao3)

It was by sheer fortune that the message arrived while he was dining at Beau and Yasha's home.

They were trying some of the latter's experimental recipes. Fortunately Yasha had progressed very well in the last several months; this was now the fourth meal Caleb had been over for since Beau declared her love's attempts at Empire foods to be reliably nonpoisonous.

He was comfortable, speculating with Beau over her recent visit to Shattengrod. So when Jester began speaking in his head, he almost dropped his fork.

With strained panting—"Caleb, we need some help."

Caleb’s thoughts immediately went to static. He held up a hand as her voice continued, eyes wide, and both Beau and Yasha fell quiet with concern.

"There’s a lot of fishy people and I have, um. One diamond. We’re on the ship. Hope you aren’t busy—"

Abrupt cut-off. No continuation. He shot a look across the table to the other two, and they seemed to instantly read the tension on his face for what it was. They darted from their seats as he replied, "I am with Beau and Yasha. Hang in there, please. We’re coming."

"Sword?" called Yasha from another room.

"Sword. Beau," Caleb shouted, his adrenaline spiking with every second they were still here, "diamonds?"

"One," came her terse response. "I got it."

He stood up. The chair legs screeched against Beau and Yasha’s nice hardwood. Dug a hand through his hair and pulled half of it out of the tie.

Next he slapped his hands together. A strand of amber formed from his pinched thumbs and middle fingers as he drew them apart. Gods, his trembling hands shook the arcane thread. Ten seconds since Jester’s message.

"Essek," Caleb said to the thread, which vibrated with each word. "If you aren’t busy and have the spells. Retrieve Caduceus if you could and bring him to the Nein Heroez. It’s urgent. And diamonds," he added hastily. The thread dissipated.

Yasha and Beau emerged together from the hall with weapons in hand as the reply came: "I will contact Caduceus, then, and keep you updated. Hopefully I can be of aid. Stay safe, Caleb."

Caleb closed his eyes for a single breath and tried to absorb Essek’s soft, controlled caution.

They were coming. They would be okay.

Without needing to look, he held his hands to Yasha and Beau. "Uk’otoa is being an exceptional nuisance."

Beau scowled and said, "I fucking told Fjord to do something with that ball"—and they were off.

***

Jester woke up to what felt like a giant spike piercing through her head, or maybe a handaxe being sunk into her skull—but if it kept going forever instead of happening in an instant. Her stomach felt like a tiny pool of boiling acid that the ship kept rocking back and forth.

She moaned, curling up harder and pressing the heels of her hands to her temples. It didn’t really help, but the pulsing pain eased a little over some time.

"Arty?" she eventually managed.

"I’m so sorry, my dear," murmured his low voice by her ear. "I came as quickly as I could."

"It’s okay. Water?"

She felt a small weasel tongue lick her cheek, then retreat.

After about a minute of measured, careful breathing through the migraine, Jester heard a door crack open and winced from the brighter light now shining in from the hallway.

"Sorry," whispered a familiar voice, and Jester might have started crying at the sound of his Zemnian accent if she wasn’t already teary-eyed from pain.

The door closed, dimming the room again to its singular lantern.

She did her best to uncurl as Caleb set down a bowl and cup on the small table nearby and brought over a chair to her bedside. He reached for his neck, too, and a crimson weasel slipped into his hands.

"Thanks," she said as he returned Sprinkle to her shoulder.

"Of course. Would you like help sitting up?"

"Please."

She had to rest her head on Caleb’s shoulder for a minute when sitting up gave her a rush of a dizzy spell. His hand had rubbed up and down her arm. He smelled like sweat and fish guts and leather.

Eventually Jester had her back against the wall and the cup of water in her hands as she took a careful sip.

"Everyone’s alright," began Caleb, voice still hushed in consideration of her headache. "We took care of them all shortly after you went down, and Fjord was able to heal you a little bit. Essek arrived with Caduceus not long after."

"That’s good."

She closed her eyes and sipped more water. The warm weight of Sprinkle was draped around her neck.

Gods. Jester loved her friends so much.

"Where is everyone? Where’s Fjord?" she asked.

"Out on the deck cleaning up and figuring out what to do next," came the wry response. "Beau gave Fjord a piece of her mind about that orb. Caduceus suggested to try hiding it in the Happy Fun Ball."

"Aw, man. That’s a really good idea."

"Ja. So we are figuring out who will take it in there and where to put it."

She nodded sluggishly, eyes still closed.

"I’m sorry," said Caleb after a long moment. "Do you want to sleep?"

"No. I'm just tired."

That last word came out with a bit more... a bit more than Jester had intended to say it with. She chewed the inside of her cheek and took a sip of water.

She could feel Caleb's gaze on her. "Is it something you would like to talk about?"

The headache continued to pulse in her temples. She stared down into her cup, at the water sloshing side to side from the rocking of the ship. "If you guys are going to Yussa's later, I want to come with. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Mama."

"Of course."

Jester breathed in and out and continued, "It's been a year and I think I'm sick of sailing."

"Ah."

"I mean, there's been so many cool things. The Lucidian Ocean is huge. One time we saw a sea horse that was big enough to ride on. And the port cities we've visited have all been beautiful. But most of the time it's just this boat. And less Arty. And Uk'otoa attacking us for the cloven crystal. I can't even prank people whenever I get bored because it's all the same people, and it's way less fun to keep pranking the same people over and over again."

Caleb made a considering noise. She sipped water, chewing the inside of her cheek some more.

Slowly he asked, "Are you... thinking of staying with your mother for a while?"

"Maybe."

Peaceful silence. They listened to the sounds of wood creaking and the ocean undulating. Jester felt the shittiness of her body continue to ease, and she set down the water to take a sniff at the bowl instead. Some stew, still warm.

As she had a cautious taste, Caleb said, "Hey."

She brought down the bowl and looked at him.

"Would you like to see something cool?"

"Of course I would like to see something cool, Caleb."

His smile as she sat up with anticipation and set down the bowl was very welcome—and a pretty cool sight already. But she watched him pull out a piece of wool and rub it between two fingers, and all of a sudden there was a cat in his lap and another cat on his shoulders.

Jester gasped, hands flying to her face. "Are those your cats?"

The smile on his face only got bigger and warmer as he looked down at the illusory one in his lap cleaning its brown-and-white face. "Yes. This one is Gretel, she is still somewhat a kitten. The other one is Mac, which is short for mackerel because he was eating one from a rubbish heap when I found him."

"Oh my god, Caleb, that’s so adorable." She beamed and leaned in to wiggle her fingers at illusion-Gretel, cooing without caring that it wasn’t the real cat.

He rubbed the wool in his hand and illusion-Gretel began to purr loudly.

She could feel the dimples in her cheeks from grinning. "I love them."

"They will both be very glad to hear that and will eagerly exploit your love to make you spoil them."

"Well, of course I’ll spoil them, they’re so perfect."

Caleb’s smile eased into something soft. "Would you like to meet them in person, then? Before you return to the Nein Heroez?"

The excitement welling up inside Jester faltered.

Oh, right.

She twisted her fingers together, fixing her gaze on the blood crusted in the space between them and beneath her nails. "Um. Yeah, I would love to, Caleb. But probably I'm not going to come back here."

No response except a careful inhale.

She picked at a bloodied crease in her palm and continued, "Fjord and I talked a couple weeks ago. It wasn't like an argument or anything, don't worry! We're one hundred and ten per cent still best friends who love each other and everything, you know? But he loves being captain of the Nein Heroez and doesn't really plan on stopping anytime soon. Or doing anything else. And I want to do more. The world's so big, and there's like a dozen other planes I could see, Arty promised he'd show me around the Feywild—"

Caleb's long-fingered hand placed itself on top of her fidgeting ones, and Jester's rambling mouth fell silent. The illusory cats were gone.

"It's fine, Jester," he said. She looked up at his furrowed brow and crooked smile. "I understand."

Deep breath in and out. Jester returned a similar smile. "Yeah."

Seeming reassured, he leaned back in his chair and seemed to look off elsewhere, his brow still furrowed in thought.

In the lull, she took up the bowl of stew again with more relish. The weight of the news she'd been ignoring had lifted from her shoulders, and with it some of her worries. She hadn't known how people would react. The more reasonable voice in her mind figured that everyone would take the relationship change with ease, reminding her of Yasha's advice in Eiselcross a year ago. The louder, more anxious voice had stressed over whether any of them might judge her for being a bad girlfriend.

Apropos of nothing, gaze still a little distant, Caleb said, "Essek and I are in a relationship."

Halfway through a sip of the stew, Jester's mouth fell open. "Really?"

His lips twitched at the squeal in her voice. "Ja."

She smiled, said, "Aw, I'm happy for you two," and returned to her stew to try and stamp down the sudden, strange sense of instability overtaking her. Like her heart found itself stuck in the second between missing the next step down the stairs and falling.

"Thank you. I am telling you this, though, because Essek and I have had... somewhat of a similar conversation." His eyes flickered to meet her startled gaze briefly, and she saw a bittersweet wryness in them. "Neither of us expect the other to be, well. Committed. My whole self, more or less, is dedicated to my home. I want to make it a better place. Essek has very different goals in mind for his future. We love each other, but between my life and his constant vagrancy, it would be unfair to expect us to stay the same. And, you know. I don't have as much time as he does, anyway."

Jester had the bowl of stew in her lap now, unable to stop staring at Caleb. He finally seemed to notice her attention and awkwardly fixed his eyes on a spot of the wall somewhere to her right and up.

In her chest, time started again. Jester's heart safely found the next step instead of taking a tumble down the stairs.

"Thank you, Caleb," she said softly.

He returned to looking at her properly, and the renewed warmth in his expression helped resettle Jester's sense of the world even further. "I'm sure your mother could be much more reassuring."

"Maybe, but it's you."

Caleb went a little pink. The flush was still visible to Jester's eyes in the dim room. Thank the gods that the warmth in her own cheeks would be much harder for him to notice.

That was enough conversation for her at the moment. She shoved the bowl of stew back against her mouth.

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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Swept Off Your Feet-Bucky Barnes x Reader

(GIF credit to @photografya)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by @husherstan: heyaaa, can you write a one w sam or bucky where the reader is taking classes of dance with nat and wanda. When they have to go with a partner she don't know who invite and the boys are trying to catch her attention dancing around her or something like that. Fluff and smut in the end (just if you feel comfortable)

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Fighting, fluff

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I eyed the dancing instructors up and down, wondering if this was Nat’s idea of a practical joke. She said in order to be prepared for all types of missions, my dance technique would have to be top notch, especially if I were to attend some upper class party and either catch the eye of my target or blend in. I knew various steps, though apparently there was much more I had to learn before I was ready.

“Come on, you’re a natural already, this will be easy for you.” Nat reassured me as she slipped on her heels.

I was doing the same, making sure they were on securely.“If you say so. At least the guy is cute.”

Nat playfully rolled her eyes at me before we approached the instructors, one a woman, the other a man. They both had sharp features, stern looks plastered on their faces.

“Natasha, it’s been a while.” the woman smiled, holding her hand out to me. She had a Russian accent, and I assumed she was an old friend of Nat’s.“I am Annika, and this is Alex. We taught Nat everything she knows.”

“About dancing?” I asked.

The three of them chuckled.“Let’s get started. I’d like to see what you already know (Y/N). May you perform a simple waltz step with Alex?”

I nodded, getting into position with Alex, nodding my head when I was ready. We steadily waltzed as Annika counted, not using all of the space in the studio but enough to show that I could add more flair if needed.

“Good,” Annika said,“now, try some tango steps.”

I was also fluent in this style, it was one of the basics. As Alex and I showcased what I knew, I was wondering if Nat under estimated me. These were basics dances, simple steps, I was expecting much pacier styles, more complicated movements. Though I supposed not a lot of people knew how to dance with a partner, I had only been on a select few missions that required this skill.

“Now Alex.” Annika called out suddenly, confusing me.

Before I could even wonder what she could possibly mean, Alex changed his footwork, tripping me up. As I started to fall, he grabbed me around my waist with both arms, flipping me on my back onto the floor, pouncing on me as if we were about to fight; and we were. I recognised these attacks, able to defend myself from his punches, catching on arm and using it to pull him towards me. I used my legs to push against his stomach, sending him flying over my head. We both quickly got onto our feet, arms raised in defence.

“She’s very good Nat. You were right, this is going to be fun.” Annika laughed, easing the tension.

Alex smiled, losing his stature and approaching me with an outstretched hand.“Sorry, that was a very...forward introduction.” His accent was also Russian.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I shook it.“I’m very confused right now, what just happened?”

“I wasn’t fully honest with you (Y/N).” Nat started.“We are brushing up on our steps, but we’re also coordinating attacks into them, big and small. I know any of us could do it, but Annika has some amazing techniques.”

I grinned.“Why didn’t you say so in the first place? This is going to be so fun!”

Annika nodded as she crossed her arms over her chest.“I like this one.”

We spent two hours every week with Annika and Alex, working on refreshing dance steps as well as incorporating fight moves. It was basically a dance class, but some movements were violent and would hurt your partner. Having Nat there was also helpful, she knew some of these movements and was able to demonstrate them. It didn’t take me long to pick them up, soon we were wearing evening gowns to practice in. It had been four weeks, and we had just returned from another lesson. My feet were sore, it was noticeable as I slowly walked into room, headed for the plush sofas.

“Uh oh, someone’s two left feet are on fire!” Sam teased as I collapsed next to him.

I retaliated by propping my legs onto his lap.“Take these off and I’ll let that slide.”

He chuckled but did as I asked.“How is the dancing coming along?”

“It’s very good actually. The instructor says I look like a professional.”

“So is ‘Dancing With The Stars’ on the table?”

I made a face at him, which only made him laugh more. He pushed my legs away, dangling my shoes in front of my face. I snatched them away, pouting at him until Bucky entered the room.

“What are you two squabbling about?” he said, sitting adjacent to me.

“(Y/N) is headed to another career path. She’s a dancer now.” Sam answered before I could.

I huffed.“No, all I said was-”

"Ah, ah, ah, you just said that you look like a professional!" Sam raised a finger at me.

"No, I said the instructor made that comment. It's like you don't even listen to me."

"I used to be good at dancing, back in the day." Bucky piped up.

Sam and I looked at him, and I was genuinely interested."Oh, really?"

"Yeah. I remember one night there was this girl I had my eye on for an hour or two. She was shy, wouldn't let anyone take her for a dance. So, I approached her and somehow persuaded the girl to dance with me. We danced all night long, doing every step you could think of."

"Aw, Bucky that's really sweet. Do you remember her name?"

He shook his head."No. But I remember the steps. Reckon I'm still just as good."

I scoffed."You haven't lost your cockiness either."

"Come on (Y/N), it's not that hard." Sam said.

"What? The dancing?"

"Yeah. Both Bucky and I could dance circles around you."

"Is that you challenging me? Because if it is," I turned my body to face him,"I want to discuss the terms of winning and losing before we shake on it."

He chuckled."Alright. Let's think...Bucky and I will come along to your class, we'll be your partners. We all get three mistakes to make, whether that be a wrong foot, bad posture, anything of the sort. Whoever your instructor thinks is best is the winner."

"What happens to the loser?"

"They have to do the funky chicken dance all by themselves, in the middle of the dance floor, at the charity event in a few weeks."

Bucky huffed."That will be in front of the mayor."

I glanced over my shoulder at Bucky."Well, if you think you're going to lose, say so now. Save us all some broken toes from you two stepping on us."

Bucky smiled as he rolled his eyes."Fine. Let's do this."

We waited until next week's lesson to put our bet into action. I had filled in Natasha on what she missed, but she was just as determined as I was to win. It would be a breeze. Sure, Bucky had first hand experience of certain styles, especially since he grew up with the tracks and steps, but everything else was new. However, Sam was a tricky one. I had danced with him at parties and nights out, but anyone could do that after a few drinks. This was completely different. I couldn't imagine Sam doing any type of partner work, maybe a slow dance with a date, but it was limited.

"Hope you've been practicing." Sam announced his presence, Bucky walking in behind him.

"Oh, don't worry, we have." Nat smirked, winking at me when the guys weren't looking.

"This is good." Annika said."It's time to put your practice into other partners. Alex here knows your every move."

"Don't tell me you're that predictable ladies?" Sam teased.

"Oh, I think you'll both be surprised." I smiled sarcastically, though they didn't pick up on that.

Annika ordered who was with who. I was paired with Bucky, who didn't seem nervous like I thought he might be. Him being a reserved person, I had only ever seen him 'dance' twice at any gathering, and usually it was a simple bop or side step. Maybe his memory would serve him well, and his fluent feet would come flooding back to him.

"We start with waltz like usual ladies. Let the men get warmer up. Ladies, I would hold back on this one." Annika advised before switching on the music.

Bucky slipped his hand around my waist, the other holding my hand as I asked,"Nervous?"

He quickly pulled me against his body, making me gasp, which he noticed."Relax doll."

I almost forgot to move after that. Buck's hand firmly held onto me, but it wasn't gripping me, it was just secure. We were so close as we circled around the room, catching glimpses of Nat and Sam doing the same. Bucky wasn't afraid to make eye contact, squeezing my hand every now and then, for whatever reason. I kept my composure, forcing myself to look back in his eyes, to not back down.

"Alright," Annika shouted over the music,"I'm sure you gentlemen know how to tango?"

The music flicked onto a faster track, much more fiery, passionate than the previous. Our postures changed, as did our speed. Bucky somehow looked at me differently. His gaze was more intense. Was he trying to freak me out? Did they come up with tactics to distract us?

His hands moved freely in my body, remaining respectful, but able to make my cheeks blush. He was an extremely handsome man, I didn't mind admitting that, and having said handsome man dance so close to you like this made you flustered. Focus (Y/N), gawk at Bucky another time.

"Ladies, I do believe you're being quite lazy." Annika yelled out, and Nat and I knew what to do.

I pushed Bucky away as if it were part of the dance. There was a moment where we locked eyes, and I was debating pouncing on him in a different sense. But I kept my nerve, sprinting towards him as I started to throw punches. His face twisted into confusion as he defended himself, quickly having to block my attacks. I dropped to the floor, sliding one leg out and using it to swipe him off his feet. He landed in his back, yelping out as I straddled him. However, he knew what to do, flipping us over so he was on top. Bucky tried to restrain my hands, going for my legs too when I slipped them over his shoulders; squeezing his neck slightly, I rocked back before using all of my weight to push me forwards, and once again he was lying down. I leapt to my feet, holding my defence up when the music stopped.

"Good work ladies, rehearsals have definitely paid off." Annika clapped.

Sam and Bucky were both on the floor. They were trying to catch their breaths and piece together everything that happened in the last few minutes.

"What just happened?" Bucky asked, groaning as he stood up.

"That was our dance class. Always wonder why we come back with so many bruises? Well now you know." I confidently put my hands on my hips.

“That wasn’t fair!” Sam protested, still lying on the floor.“There was no mention of fighting, so we win by default.”

“You just said you would come along to class and be our partners. The three mistakes you were allowed to make didn’t necessarily have to be related to dancing, we never specified that. Besides, it’s up to Annika to decide the winners.”

We all looked at her, waiting to see who she declared victorious.“Like I have to even say it? The ladies, of course.”

Nat and I cheered, high fiving each other. Nat went over to speak with Annika, arranging our final lesson next week where we would be assessed. Our teacher was right, this was good practice. I giggled to myself as Bucky helped Sam to his feet, sitting down on the floor myself to take off my shoes. I didn’t notice Bucky approaching me until I saw his feet in my peripheral vision.

“Hey, you alright? Sorry about that little surprise.” I said as he knelt beside me.

“It’s fine.” he smiled.“Very impressive though, the transition from dancing to fighting very smooth.”

“Well, I have been rehearsing...training...whatever you want to call it.”

“Your dancing isn’t so bad either.”

“Oh? Is that all you have to say about that?” I smirked.

“No, no, no, you’re good, it’s just that...I think you’re too used to your old partner.”

“Alex?”

“Yeah.”

“So what do you suggest I do to fix this problem?”

“Well, I could help. I mean, back in my day, dancing in couples was a normal thing.”

“Yes, and your day was quite a few years ago.”

We chuckled together.“Ouch, I already knew that. What I’m trying to say is, I would like to take you out dancing some time. And not just for practice.”

I stood up, and he copied.“I would love that. Just don’t show me up on the dance floor.”

“After seeing you, I don’t think anyone will be looking at me when we’re out.”

I could feel myself blushing again, trying to think of something flirty to say back when Sam slapped a hand down on Bucky’s shoulder.“Come on man, you can’t be flirting with the enemy. We’ve got to leave here with our heads held high.”

Sam started dragging Bucky away, I called out to him.“Hard thing to do when your butt was just on the floor moments ago.”

“I’ll text you!” Bucky managed to get out before he disappeared through the door.

“You see, not only are my classes great for dancing and fighting, you have also secured a date.” Annika cheered.

“Yes, thank you Annika. Actually, are there any moves you think might help get me a second date too?”

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cottoncandyjester · 4 years ago

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Yandere ocs voice headcanons

Dunno just though this would be fun I’m sure you guys have your own voices in mind but here how it is

This contains: talk of sex, lot of characters, yandere talk

Theodore

Okay so you know yuki from fruits basket....

Make the tone louder and warmer and boom Theo

He has a very soothing voice like the type that you can hear talk for hours or fall asleep to

When annoyed or angry his voice lowers in pitch and is strained from him trying to keep from shouting

He always keeps the same tone of voice usually it’s always sweet and calm and nice

He talks very very proper like he makes sure to always sound like a gentleman

When he’s angry though he will absolutely say the word fuck or shit under his breath with a growl following it

Is the ceo of fake laughs

His fake laughs are always soft and short

His real laugh always has a shocked snort or him choking before bursting out laughing

He makes sure to cover his mouth and apologizes when he laughs cause he sees it as rude

Hikaru

Okay so as y’all know he has two sides

His stage persona voice is super sugary sweet

But don’t mistake that for hyper nope

Somehow no matter what he says it sounds like he’s smiling while talking

Never raises his voice but he does have his cracks of his real personality seeping through

With those he’ll clench his teeth

Like you know those people who speak with a fake laugh when they really wanna choke you

There are times where he has to pretend to be all cute and shy while on stage persona

His voice will get soft and sweet down to a shy little whisper

He hates doing this so there will be a slight annoyed tone in his voice that he tries to hide

When he’s pissed at you but he has to keep cool it always sounds kinda scary

“Hehe y/n my...sweet y/n, can we talk in private please sweetie?”

Normal hikaru’s voice is much deeper and cruder

Not quite bakugo tone but like just as crude and mean

Somehow always sounds like he’s one step from snarling out his words

Legit swears in every sentence

Kinda talks like a delinquent

Everything about him changes from posture to tone

He’s legit just a violent tsundere

Axis

Okay so..his voice is like ultimate sub energy

When he talks to anyone else besides you he is cheerful but also pretty normal

When it’s you..simp

You can hear the obsession in his voice. Its always sounds just absolutely happy and filled with joy

I always say that axis is like a happy puppy when he hears his darling is near

He bad mood instantly vanishes and he is just nearly squealing with joy

When he gets all bratty his cheeks puff all out and he lowers his tone making sure you know that he’s upset with you

As far as his whiny yandere side it sounds so desperate like he’s going to die if he doesn’t kiss you or hold you

I think I said this before but axis is the loudest so if you try to walk out the door or something he will scream and beg you not to go anywhere it sounds like it physically hurts to have you leave

He has a habit of hurting himself to get you to stay during these moments he would have a pathetic stutter

“I-I’m h-hurt! Y-you wouldn’t leave someone bleeding out all alone right? Right!?”

When he’s serious his tone shifts low

Not like mature low no it still has that youthful innocence but it sounds deadpan and soft like as if all feelings other than hate or anger vanished

During these moments he would say something like “stay away from my sweet perfect y/n...or I’ll kill you”

Salem

Yuri from yarichan bitch club

Okay though seriously something like him except more lower in pitch

He does slur his speech and I think I said this before but the more excited he gets the less English comes out of him

It goes from shaky toddler talking to barking and random garbled words and crazy laughing.

The only time he would talk “normal” is when he’s docile aka he’s high as hell or if he spends a large amount of time cuddles up to his darling

In that case his voice is soft though there is some stutters and crackling cause he’s not used to speaking normally

He also pauses a lot cause he’s not smart at all and words are hard

His manner of speaking is very toddler like

Words would be dumbed down and even nicknamed

Expect phrases such as “y-y/nnn, wuv wuv wuv! Ooowahhhh!” In a squealing happy tone

All in all his voice..is interesting

Prince

Prince is a fuck boy

So he sounds like a douche

Like to use the word babe and baby a lot

He honestly thinks he’s the shit so everything out his mouth comes off as cocky

His voice is kinda like those lead singers from boy bands that’s the best way I can describe it

Like those fake bad boys who are all like “yeah baby wanna smoke cigarettes in the parking lot of McDonald’s”

His voice squeaks A LOT though when nervous

Like he tries to keep his voice low and cool sounding but the moment darling flirts or gives him attention it’s just 📈📈📈

When flustered he talks in a high pitch flustered tone

It’s absolutely adorable

Takes him a while to bring it back down though

He likes to speak in Korean sometimes

It sounds so smooth when he does

He has such confidence it sounds like he’s in a kdrama or something

When things are getting steamy he likes to slow down his pacing of words and talk lower

He thinks it sounds sexy but it kinda sounds fake

It’s cause he doesn’t wanna admit that he’s a switch but whatever prince you do you boo

Prince laughing is amazing

You know Kuroo’s laugh?? Yeah take that and make it a tad bit higher and as a ton of hiccups and gasping for air and boom prince

This is why prince has a fake laugh

Like he’ll do a simple little heh. And that’s it

Yuki

Super hush

Barley a whisper

His voice is flat and cold

Very blunt

He mostly responds in grunts or sounds when in public with his darling

If he absolutely has to speak it’s a single word

Some would deem his voice boring and dull

He has very dry humor and this is the same with his tone of speaking

You will get simple responses from him

When he is with his darling just alone he is far more warm and sweet his voice is still barely above a whisper but it has a nice rumble to it

Even when he’s pissed it’s soft and calm sounding

He doesn’t like shouting cause loud sounds make him cry

That being said the only time he would get loud is when he cries

If something is hurting him he can’t take it for long

His voice cracks and he sounds whiny almost like he’s terrified

Just a shaky “s-stop!”

His breathing would get all intense and his words would come out as stutters as he tries to dial it back down to that soft calm tone probably adding his last response with a hush “please. Stop”

Not much to say about his voice though there is always amusement swinging within it whenever someone gets annoyed by his dry humor or antics

He can’t help but fight a smile as he tries to keep from laughing

Also! Yuki laugh is amazing

He has two different kinds he has his soft chuckles

And then his louder laughs which are still soft by normal standards but they are so filled with joy

So cute..

Rocket

Okay so even though rocket is a southern boy he will absolutely use his fake “bro” voice when meeting people you deem important cause he doesn’t wanna embarrass you

His worst fear is them seeing him as some southern loser

So his bro voice is very frat boy like

Typical college guy voice

Like stated before when flustered or angry his real voice seeps out

His real voice isn’t too deep or anything it’s very warm and happy

That southern accent though?! ✨Strong ✨

When he says darling you can feel that shit

Even him saying normal word it’s still strong as ever

It fits him so well though like his voice isn’t deep despite his height and build

When excited though he talks super fast

Another puppy boy

He is just so excited he can’t hold back his words so he’s talking a mile a minute

He just can’t stop!

His tone of voice very much shows how he feels

When sad his voice is soft and hushed down to a pouty whimper as he looks down shoulders slumped and posture just spilling out sadness

Same when he’s happy he is so perked up and just ✨happy✨

When he laughs it’s one of those loud happy laughs

Those laughs from deep in his chest

When he’s flustered or feeling submissive he has a very soft way of speaking that shows that he’s vulnerable at the moment

All around cute bara boy has cute voice

Rin

Twink

Just straight up a brat

Sounds like he could commit arson at any moment

He has this very cocky coy tone in his voice

Sounds kinda childish at times

He doesn’t take anything seriously so that’s to be expected honestly

His voice is quite high pitched yet smooth

When serious though his childish tone remains but it gets scarier and deadpan

“I’ll show you why you should never mess with me and my gang..”

He’s a person who grins when pissed so it’s hard to tell when he’s angry unless you hurt his darling

Ike if he’s tweaked off you won’t know

You won’t know any of his emotions honestly he kinda smiles though it all even if he’s depressed

When he loses that childish charm in his voice it’s usually when he’s having a breakdown

His voice sounds so weak and hurt and all his bottled up feeling explode

He’s a PFFFT laugher he usually laughs so hard his face turns red and he can’t breathe

As far as fake laughs it’s very cookie cutter just a few ha ha’s and that’s it.

When having..steamy times his voice lowers and that childish tone is there but it’s sadistic like he’s enjoying toying with you and breaking you

Zeke

The deepest voice out of all of them

Rich deep and sexy

Also a person with dry humor at times

Likes to respond with sounds as well

“Haaah?” “Hmmm..” “eh?” All those are acceptable

His voice rumbles in his chest

Put your hand on his chest while he’s talking and it’s like he’s purring

Very much likes using more slang terms

��If I were to rock your shit..would I be wrong?”

“Bitch do I look like boo-boo the fool to you?”

He grew up in a very cultured household so yeah he has different mannerisms of speaking unlike the others

He usually sounds bored or calm when he’s speaking to someone he doesn’t trust

Now his friends on the other hand this bitch hype

Constantly laughing, joking and grinning

He can’t stop being chaotic as hell

His tone is much louder as he’s more comfortable and he tends to use more swears and slang

When speaking in Spanish his voice is just as deep and he adores rolling his R’s every. Single. Time

As far as singing goes his voice is so smooth

Filled with soul and passion like he loves what he does

He has such a beautiful voice

Scarlett

Soft sweet and creepy

Hushed and very gentle

Her words are usually followed by a hush giggle

No matter how threatening she sounds there is always a sweet smile and giggle at the end

She likes the idea of toying with people so her voice always sounds so eel coming at first

Then her sadistic side kicks in and she’s stepping on you with her heel her voice drowning with pride

During those dom moments she can sound very degrading

Talking to you like you’re beneath her instead of an equal

But normally she is nothing short of kind

Even in yandere mode she never shouts or yells or does anything like that

It’s always calm collected and lightly frightening

Definite mother vibes

Just very nurturing

Yuuta

A deep voice member

Full delinquent

“Got something to fucking say to me?”

Aggressive as all hell

At least to strangers that is

To his darling or his twin it’s still lightly rough but also soft? I know confusing

He tries hard to keep that tough guy act up but when anxiety and everything hits he’s a mess

“E-eh!? W-why are you starin’ at me for!? G-go away!”

Hella paranoid all the time

During those anxious moments his stutters and tics are ranging in tone and pitch

He has various tics such as popping sounds, crude phrases like “no more daddy! Nope nope!” Or even “f-f-fucking c-cocks” and many others he can’t control these and they only come during panic attacks

Some of his other phrases are things he’s said as a child when his family would violate him so lot of them have the word stop and no in it

A “cute” one is if you were to say “whose a pretty boy” he would instantly reply “I’m a p-pretty b-boy!” Oddly enough that tic always makes him feel better and calm down

Anyways normal voice yuuta is tough boy

He scoffs a lot and plays this very dominating role

He likes to say nicknames like doll or angelface

Makes him feel tough

He usually tries to sound as sarcastic as humanly possible

But when he’s sad or vulnerable he whines so loud and is so clingy

“D-don’t leave me along! T-the monsters are g-gonna get me! Nooo! P-please!”

He’s like a scared child clinging to you sobbing and trying to jump in your arms just shaking

Yuuji

Also a twink voice

Except his has more sparkles in it

Kinda valley girl tone but not as annoying

Just a lot of “oh sweetie” and “honey no”

Super sugary sweet like so sweet and fake it could kill ya

Behind closed doors though

That sugary tone is the same just sadistic

“Oh sweetie, whose a sad little ball of trash? You are! Yes you are my little parasite!”

Talks in baby talk when degrading his darling and yuuta

They are beneath him in his eyes he’s god

So he should be treated as such

When pissed off his sweet tone stops and it’s pure disgust

“You bottom feeder, do you know who you’re fucking talking to?”

His pissed off voice would give you shivers from how cold it is

He can switch from angry to sweet and back again so fast like one minute he’s threatening to violate every hole you own and the next he’s like “I’m sorry! I’m being a big old meanie pants! Teehee let’s goooooo shoppinggg! Yayyy!”

Likes making his voice as cutesy as possible

Mostly cause when he switches to his more serious side the fear in their eyes is much more delicious

Ren

Y’all already know

Stutters every sentence

Can’t even form proper words without stuttering

Growls in anger when annoyed and sounds like he wants to rail you so hard you break

All around soft sweet voice

Whimpers every single time he speaks

When annoyed or gets more confidence his voice is soft but sharp

“You shouldn’t do that. Stop.”

Very short and quick like you better listen to him or else

His voice goes dead and his eyes show no mercy

He keeps his voice low and warm though

When happy he is just so warm and bright

Absolutely adorable

When ranting there are no stutters or anything he can talk for hours if you let him

Loud as fuck in bed though

Full on sobs and cries so loud the neighbors hear y’all

His voice cracks and squeaks as he pants heavily and tries not to pass out

All in all

Shy boi

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere

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teamhappyme · 4 years ago

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warmth

sonny carisi x reader

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this is a short little self-indulgent drabble. my family had a health scare today, and i just needed something to help get my mind off of it. everyone is okay, but i feel much better now after writing for my favorite stringbean.

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You were sleeping in the uncomfortable wooden hospital chairs, old blue padding doing nothing but numb your backside. Your elbow had already slipped off the arm three times, waking you from your light slumber.

The nurse had kicked you out of your mother’s hospital room three hours ago, so you relocated to the waiting room. Considering it was eleven o'clock, there weren’t too many people in your presence.

Before your elbow slipped for the fourth time tonight, you readjusted yourself to face the entrance. You started to close your eyes when you heard the automatic doors whoosh open, your favorite gangly detective walking over to you. You straightened yourself up, rolling your ankles as he sat next to you.

“Sonny, What are you doing here? How did you,”

“Liv told me. I was worried about you.” His cheeks tinted the slightest shade of red, but he ducked his head before they could get worse. “We all were. You ran out of the squad room like a chicken with it’s head cut off.”

You let out a small chuckle, still somewhat aware of your surroundings. Leave it to Carisi to make you laugh despite the less than ideal circumstances.

“Yeah well, I didn’t really know how to react at that moment. I just needed to get here.”

“How’s she doing?”

You sighed, uncrossing your left leg to swing the right one over. “She’s doing okay for having a heart attack. They said it could have been worse, but it was still bad enough that she passed out from the pain.”

Your mother was the healthiest person you knew. She took care of herself, worked out six days a week, and was always in tune to her body. The last person you expected to have a heart problem was her.

“Did you get to talk to her at all?”

You shook your head. “Only for a few minutes. She’s really tired, they want her to rest up. They said she’ll be better tomorrow.”

“So she’s going to be okay?” He asked, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. He truly cared about her health and wellbeing. Hell, he cared about anyone that you cared for.

A small smile rested on your face. “Yeah, she’s gonna be okay.”

He matched the expression on his own face before standing and extending a hand to you. “In that case, it’s time for you to go home and get some rest.”

“No, I can’t leave her here all by herself. I’ll be fine here, the vending machine is down the hall and I’ll just put two chairs together to sleep.”

“Y/n, she’s got nurses and doctors monitoring her all night. You can come back first thing in the morning. C’mon, you’ll feel better sleeping in your own bed.”

His left right hand was still extended to you, and you accepted it with a sigh. “Fine.”

He helped you stand up and led you out of the hospital, pointing to where he parked the squad car.

“Carisi, would you mind if we walked? I just want to clear my head, get some fresh air after spending the whole day in there. It’s only ten minutes.”

“ ‘Course I don’t mind. C’mon.” He nodded his head to the right, knowing which way led to your apartment.

You’d been at SVU for three years now, joining the squad a few short months after Carisi. As the two newbies, you guys stuck together and helped each other navigate the world of special victims. It was rough, and could be pretty disturbing at times, but you had each other. And it really made a difference.

You felt a weight on your shoulders, followed by a warmth spreading down your back. Sonny had draped his jacket over you, and you noticed he had on a quarter zip to keep him warm. He looked down at you, a little smile on his face, and you thanked him with a nod.

You walked in a comfortable silence for two blocks, no need for conversation to fill the air. The two of you talked enough at work, Rollins and Fin regularly reminding the two of you to pipe down. You could usually control yourself after a reminder, but Sonny and his Staten Island accent couldn’t keep quiet longer than five minutes.

Until tonight. It was nice to be around him without having to worry about a case, finding evidence, or witnesses. You would accompany him to Amanda’s house most times to help her out with the girls while he cooked, and sometimes you guys would stumble down to the bar by his house for Saturday night trivia. It was always so easy with Carisi, like you’d known him your whole life.

Without really thinking about it, you looped your arm through his and rested your head on his shoulder as you were about halfway to your apartment. You felt his arm tense the slightest, before he let out a breath and relaxed again.

With his coat around your shoulders, and your arm linked with his, you were warmer than you’d ever felt in your whole life.

You stayed linked together until you reached your building, and he offered to walk you up. You got off at the fourth floor and made it about halfway down the hall when you saw a brown bag at your door.

“What’s this?” You picked it up, and could faintly smell your favorite chinese food order.

“Oh, I ordered you some food once I left the precinct. I figured you hadn’t eaten, and knew you’d be too tired to cook. Or you wouldn’t have any food to cook with.”

He was right about both of those things. “You didn’t have to do that, but thank you. I definitely would’ve eaten swedish fish and water for dinner.” He let out a laugh and raised his hands, knowing he was right.

“Alright, get some sleep y/n. I’ll call you tomorrow to check in and see if you need anything.”

You nodded and leaned against your door. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do any of this, but I’m glad you did. It means a lot.”

He had a tight lipped smile while stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Don’t mention it. You’d do the same for me.”

You took a second to look, really look at the man standing in front of you. He was amazing, and the sweetest person you’d ever met. And you wanted him to know.

Taking a step closer to him, you tilted your head up and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. His skin was warm, and he was so close to you. It took everything in you not to bury your head in his shoulder.

You pulled away, feeling your cheeks grow warm at your action. His own cheeks turned rosy red, and he couldn’t wipe the small off his face.

“I know this is the most inappropriate time to say this, but I really like you. I mean, I more than really like you.”

You were the one to smile now, as he reached out between you, hoping you would hold his hand. You wasted no time in grasping it, twining your fingers with his own. “I more than really like you too.” You quietly admitted, and watched his smile grow. God, was he handsome.

“Once this is all settled and back to normal, would you like to go on a date with me?”

You hid your mouth behind your free fist, your growing smile starting to cause pain in your cheeks. “I would love to, Sonny.”

“Good. Great.” You let out a laugh at his stammering reaction, which quickly turned into a yawn. “Alright, enough excitement for one day. Go eat and get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Sonny.” He gave your hand a squeeze before letting it go. “ ‘Night y/n.”

He waited until you got into your apartment and he heard you lock the door before he left. You put your keys and food on the counter, and braced yourself on the stone. Did that just happen?

You brushed your fingers across your lips, remembering how soft his skin was underneath you, the smiling ache in your cheeks returning.

Oh yes, that did happen.

****

#sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi fic #sonny carisi fanfiction #sonny carisi #law and order: svu #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #law and order: svu fanfiction #jules writes shit ??

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imagine-writerz · 4 years ago

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Cold Handed Crew (Richard Madden X Reader)

Hey love! I saw you taking request so here I am. Mr Madden is on my mind recently so I was thinking the reader is a coworker of his, having his eyes on her for a while. So reader is going through some rough time with one of the cast member, some kind of harassing going on or something, and Richard catches on with these happenings. I know it's angsty, but it can end with good old fluff 🤷🏽‍♀️😁 thanks love - @badasseddy

So the reader is a makeup artist (Richard’s for The Bodyguard.)! Also the Coworker will be called Tom (cause i don’t want to use a real actor!) All in your pov. (used They/Them)

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT/HARASSMENT, and alcohol.

Sitting in the blazing sun for hours a day wasn’t considered fun, but then again neither was today. Today I would have loved the heat or the sun burning everyone’s skin. But instead we were left with the rain and snow-like slush. Filming in a city meant everyone also had to deal with the wind blowing in the valley between sky-scrapers. The one enjoyable part of today is the heat I feel while reapplying Richard’s makeup. He always comments on how cold my hands are against his skin, but what can he expect when I’ve been stuck sitting in the cold for hours.

Richard came back to get fake blood added to the already layered on blood. He silently sits in his chair as I pull out my jug of false blood. I start talking as I open it, “Is this your last scene for today?”

“Yeah, after this a couple of the crew members were planning to go get a beer or two and talk. Would you like to join?” He asked, with his smooth-smooth accent, I almost dropped my brush onto his costume as I turned to paint on his face.

“I would love to, if that isn’t any trouble?” I said after I controlled my inner freak out. Finally doing my job as he speaks again.

“It would be no- AH Why are your hands so cold?” He began to shrink away from my icy grasps.

“Sorry, but the faster we apply this the faster you can get away from my oh-so cold hands.” I said, finishing as quick as possible. When I finished, Richard reached for my hands wrapping his own around them.

“I have a few minutes until I have to get back, lets get you warmed up. I think i have some hand warmers in my trailer.” Richard pulled me outside to his trailer, where he left me to wait. He exited three minutes later, with hand warmers and his jacket. “Here you go”

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that!” I say trying my best not to blush at this attractive and kind man. He wrapped the jacket around me and activated the warmers, but Tom, his co-star, called out.

“Richard, the scene is starting soon!!!” This caused Richard and I to both run to the set. Leaving our close moment together behind.

Tom always seemed to be out to stop any interaction between Richard and I. Something about him creeps me out, his eyes were naturally sunken in and his smile just gave me bad shivers. Any chance he could get he would touch me or talk to me, nothing to serious. Just causes an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

“So Y/N, would you care to get drinks with me after work? The others will be there but we can always sneak off...” Tom attempted to flirt with me, throwing a off-putting wink at the end.

“I’m going with Richard, he already invited me. Err sorry...” I said, trying to put some distance between the two of us.

“Well maybe after you would like to come to my place to have some tea?” He didn’t get the hint, moving closer.

“I actually can’t, sorry...” I said moving to sit in Richard’s seat to show I was done with the conversation, “I’ll see you at the bar though.”

Tom got obviously angry and stormed off to shoot a scene. Richard was already waiting in position and chatting with one of the director.

The rest of the day sped by, until Richard came back to the makeup department in hopes of getting the makeup off quickly. He had already changed into his usual jeans and tight white v-neck. As he sat down, I went to find some makeup remover.

“Since we are still here, would you like a ride to the bar?” Richard offered with a small smile. I pull off my or his, jacket and placed it next to him as I begin to remove the cap.

“I would love that.” I say, as I poured a generous amount of the remover on a rag. I approached his face slowly, “This might be cold...”

“The hand warmers didn’t work?” Richard asks as I started removing the makeup.

“They worked for a while but my hands just always end up cold.” I gently scrubbed the makeup away leaving the actor bare-face.

“Ah okay...” He trailed off in thought, “Have you finished?”

“Yes, would you like to head out or do you have anything left to do?” I answered quickly.

“Let’s head out.” Richard stood up, grabbing the jacket. Walking towards the door opening it for me, and offering his hand as I walk down the steps.

“Thank you!”

He offered his arm as we walked to his car, obviously I took it. When arriving to his car, he opened the door and closed it behind me like a gentleman. Most of the drive was silent, but with every turn his muscles flex causing me to almost pass out. When we parked, he stepped out of the car and I moved to open the door, but he pulled it open and offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle.

“The pub is just round the corner, are you ready?” He says, as we stop on the side walk.

“I suppose...” I cringed at how bland I sounded, and Richard’s now arched brow, “I’m just not ready to see Tom again... He got upset last time we spoke..”

“Don’t worry, he’s probably already over it” He sounded unsure, and hesitant. With that we both start walking quietly to the pub. As we enter we see the Tom and the other crew members. Tom started waving wildly at me. Richard places his hand on my back to help guide me through the crowded pub.

“Hey! How are you guys?” Richard asked as we arrive, not removing his hand.

“We are okay. What took you two so long?” Tom asked not removing his gaze from Richard’s hand.

“Y/N was kind enough to help me with all of my makeup.” Richard had a small smirk.

“How about we go get some drinks, does everyone just want beers?” I offered, starting to walk to the bar after everyone hooted and hollered.

“I’m gonna go help her, I’m sure they will need help carrying all the drinks.” Tom got up, slipping through the crowd like a predator through jungle brush. When he reached me, he said, “So you let Dick over there drive you but not me?”

“He doesn’t like that nickname and he was there when I finished work and offered.” I said trying to avoid a fight.

“Ahh, so if anyone offers you’ll give them a ride?” He tries to slip a hand onto my waist, in return I try to shrink away. Luckily the bartender appeared with our drinks.

“Here are you beers, 8 in total.” The tender looked at the two of us with a questioning look but going back to work shortly after. Grabbing four of the drinks, I rush back to the table. Placing two for whomever wants them and giving one to Richard.

“Thank you Love.” He says as he takes a sip. He gently help one of my obviously shaking hands and asks, “Are you cold again?”

“Oh, um only a little. Your hand are really warm.” I said clinging to his hands, when Tom arrives at the table with the other four, looking sour.

“Here.” Tom says as he aggressively places the bottles down. Then sliding in next to me, drinking half of his drink. “I guess I was right.”

“No...” I whisper to him, that doesn’t stops him from placing his hand on my thigh. I try to shake him off, unsuccessfully.

“Shhh...” His hand starts moving up my thigh. With every inch he moves up, my grip on Rich tightens. This obviously caused Richard to look at me, the fear in my eyes caused him to look for what was wrong. Only to land on Tom’s Hand.

“What the F***, What is wrong with you man?!?” Richard burst at Tom, causing everyone to look at the three of us.

“Nothing, I was just showing them a real man.” Tom sneers.

“Get your hands off her and get up!” Richard slide past me, grabbing Tom by his collar. He wanted to damage this boy so badly, but stopped himself. He looked back at me, I was almost in tears.

“Y/N let’s get you home...” Richard let Tom down, and moved towards you to walk you out of the building, away from this man.

When in the car, I finally spoke, “I’m sorry”.

“Oh Love, you have done nothing wrong. Let’s get you home so you can take a nice bath and after that how about we put on some happy, and nice movies.” He said as he put my address into GPS. “Does that sound nice?”

“You’ll stay with me?” I ask looking at his blue eyes.

“If that makes you feel safe, I will.” He said.

“You always make me feel safe...” I let out after a long silence.

When we arrived he opened the car door and helped me into the house. He led me to the shower and grabbed a pair of comfy clothing. When I was out of the shower and all dress, he had ordered take-out food and set up a small cuddle fort. A Disney movie was in and ready to play on my word.

“Hey love, are you feeling better?” I find my actor, in a pair of sweats that were in his bag all the time.

“A little, thank you.”

“I would do anything for you...” He said, this was the way he said ‘I love you’. He gently moved us both to the couch. and started to the movie.

The entire night was him saying I love you, without words.

But after we finished eating and were cuddled into each other he finally said, “I love you, Cold hands and all.”

He loved me the entire time, i just couldn’t see it before.

#richard madden x y/n #richard madden imagine #richard madden x reader #richard madden #imagines #got imagine #game of thrones #robb stark

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loverboytrashmouth · 4 years ago

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Of Macchiatos and Nicknames (part 2)

pairing; Reddie

word count; 2.3k

summary; Eddie keeps dragging Bill to the coffee shop for his now daily chats with a certain barista. Bill didn’t think he could get tired of drinking coffee. Meanwhile, Richie’s coworker is tired of him being even more clumsy with coffee than usual.

a/n; heyoooo here’s part two of my reddie coffee shop meet cute :) here’s part one if you missed it. and you can read this on ao3 here if you’d like! enjoy !!

This was the sixth - seventh, maybe? Who’s counting - day in a row where Eddie found himself sitting across from Bill at his new favorite study spot. The only thing that differed from their first homework session spent at the campus cafe was Eddie’s seat of choice. The second day Eddie had asked Bill to switch seats with him, making up some excuse about his chair being unsteady. Of course, Bill knew Eddie just wanted a better view of the guy messily making coffees behind the counter, but he kept this knowledge to himself.

And, of course, Bill knew why, despite Eddie’s hatred of customer service interactions, the shorter boy would insist on ordering their coffees for them every visit. Or why, on day four, Eddie started waiting for their drinks by the counter instead of setting up his study area while they were being made. And Bill knew why Eddie would constantly get distracted while he attempted to go over calculus equations with him, only to get a small “hm?” in response, as if Eddie had just come back down to Earth after a long journey on Planet Trashmouth.

Bill was happy his friend had found someone that caused the same look in his eyes that Bill would get himself when looking at his boyfriend, Mike. And at first, Bill was happy to keep his teasing to himself (for the most part).

But on day six (seven?), Bill wasn’t running on a good night’s rest, and the caffeine wasn’t helping.

“If you don’t s-s-stop with this school girl crush sh-shit and finally ask the guy out, I’m gonna s-stop acting as your excuse to c-come here everyday,” Bill snapped when another one of his questions was met with Eddie snapping back into reality, barely hearing what he had said. Eddie’s cheeks turned the shade of pink Bill had gotten too familiar seeing them being, before giving his friend apologetic eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry I keep getting distracted,” Eddie raised his arm to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment, guilt beginning to cloud his features at the realization that he was being completely rude to his friend. Bill softened at this, putting on his signature comforting smile.

“It’s f-fine, really. I just think it’s time for you guys to cut the flirting and actually do s-something, that’s all,” Bill said warmly, assuring his friend he wasn’t upset with him. “Plus, I never thought I’d get t-tired of drinking coffee. And I don’t th-think I’m at that point yet, but oh, am I getting there.” Eddie chuckled, taking another glance over at Richie, who was currently taking another student’s order. The smaller boy sighed.

“I’ve never done this shit before, though! I thought he’d ask me by now. Shit, maybe even for my number at least,” Eddie mumbled the last part, sitting back in his chair and folding his arms, feeling defeated. Richie seemed to be bold enough that Eddie figured he would only have to show up to the coffee shop once, maybe twice more and boom, he’d have a date before the week ended. But with the way things were going for him, he’d be surprised if he didn’t develop a caffeine addiction before learning how it would feel for him to plant a kiss on those slightly chapped lips he couldn’t stop thinking about. Bill’s smile grew warmer, if that were even possible.

“D-Do you want help?” Eddie frowned dramatically and nodded.

Richie flirted with everyone and anyone that would let him do so. It was all just playful banter to him. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Until that fanny pack wearing, freckle ridden boy had walked in during his daily afternoon shift at the campus cafe. With him it meant something, something Richie could feel in his bones, that spread across his skin in goosebumps and blushes.

Beverly had noticed as well, that Richie was very clearly falling for this particular student. She was his best friend and knew him almost better than he knew himself, so of course she noticed.

Her tell-tale sign, though, was Richie’s lack of coordination within the past week or so. He was already a pretty clumsy guy, but he was at least able to kind of get his shit together during work. But Bev noticed the shred of coordination he’d possess once he had his apron on had gone out the window when Eddie began showing up more and more.

So she wasn’t all that surprised when she heard the familiar clanking of the metal milk steamer hitting the tiled floor, Richie mumbling a slightly aggressive “shit” under his breath. The redhead huffed out a sigh, turning to her best friend with an annoyed glare. Richie gave her a toothy grin in response.

“My bad, Bevster. Won’t happen again, scout’s honor.”

“You’ve said that every time you’ve dropped something for the past six days,” Beverly retorted, shaking her head as she turned for some paper towels to hand over.

“Seven,” Richie corrected. He grabbed the paper towels from his friend’s hand, taking one last glance over his shoulder at Eddie, giving him a wink, before getting on his knees to clean up his spill. He smiled proudly to himself, knowing he definitely just made Eddie flustered once again. Beverly crouched down so she was eye level with Richie, her chin resting on her knee.

“Just ask the boy out already, Tozier,” she half whispered, giving him the look she always gives him, the one that tells him he’s being a pain but she loves him anyways. Richie looked up from his cleaning before responding, catching a glimpse of said look.

“All in good time, Ms. Marsh. I’m just buttering him up,” he replied, nudging Beverly with his elbow. Suddenly, his smile twitched, letting out a soft chuckle. “I really want him to say yes,” he continued quietly, beginning to fidget with the paper towel in his hands, avoiding his friend’s gaze.

Beverly let out a breathy chuckle beside him, patting him on the top of his beanie where she would usually ruffle his curls like she’d always do when giving Richie her sisterly advice. “Dumbass, do you not see the way he blushes whenever you even look at him? Not to mention I’ve never seen him here before last week when you guys met, and now he’s here, like, everyday. It doesn’t take a fuckin’ rocket scientist to see a lovestruck little gay boy when he’s dead in front of you.” Richie laughed and shook his head, adjusting his glasses with the same nervous tick he’s had since adolescence.

“If you’re sure, little red. I’ll… I’ll work on not pussying out,” he said with his crooked smile. His smile turned devious before adding, “Maybe I can work on getting his pussy out, if you know what I me-” He was cut off with an elbow to his knee, making him wobble due to his brief loss of balance.

“Beep beep, Richie. God, you’re the worst,” Bev snapped with no heat behind her words. She got up, dusting off her knees, letting the trashmouth clean up his trash.

Now it was day nine (day nine for sure, Eddie recounted all of their encounters in his head one night when he couldn’t sleep, so he knew, nine days). Eddie had decided against dragging Bill with him to the coffee shop this time around, mostly due to his guilt for helplessly ignoring his friend every time he was in Richie’s presence. He felt like such a lovesick teenager, like he should be laying in bed on his stomach, feet swaying in the air while he wrote in his diary about his crush on the campus barista.

Eddie was sat in the familiar spot facing the counter at the table he and Bill usually favored, laptop open, but not doing any actual work. Instead his eyes trailed above the screen, watching Richie wipe down the counter after, no doubt, spilling something again. Eddie had wondered if he was always so clumsy, or if that was reserved for when he was around. He smiled at the idea of Richie getting so nervous around him that he couldn’t help but spill a coffee or two. Or ten.

Glancing down briefly to check the time displayed on the upper right hand of his screen, Eddie noticed he had a mere couple of minutes before he knew Richie was set to clock out for the day. In the nearly week and a half he had been spending at the cafe, Eddie observed the barista would run out the moment his apron was off his lanky figure on the weekdays, presumably to make it to a class. On weekends, however, he’d fall back a bit, making himself a coffee and chatting with his red-haired coworker, all while giving the shorter boy those small glances that made the latter’s chest flutter. Day nine was a Saturday, leaving Eddie all the time he needed after Richie’s shift to build up enough courage to approach him.

Fortunately enough for Eddie, he ended up not being the one walking over to the other boy.

“Ya here all by your lonesome today, boy,” Richie asked in a ridiculous southern accent, his hands grabbing onto his belt and doing his best cowboy saunter. His apron was off and replaced with a ridiculously patterned button up sitting open over his black tee, his curls free from the beanie that he’d wear during his shifts. Eddie chuckled as he shook his head at the antics.

“Yeah, Bill, he… had a… thing,” he answered lamely, mentally slapping himself, which he found himself doing a lot around Richie. Eddie had recently picked up a habit of speaking before his brain could fully process what he was about to say. It was as if he felt as though he constantly needed to be talking, no matter what he said, as long as it would keep Richie’s attention on him.

Little did Eddie know, Richie couldn’t keep his attention off him even if he tried.

Richie slid into the chair across from Eddie, his eyes never leaving the latter’s face, the ever present smirk plastered on his chapped lips. “Well, I don’t see what ‘thing’ could be more important than hanging out with a cutie like you, Eds. What kinda boyfriend is this Bill guy anyhow?” Richie’s smirk faded slightly at the last sentence, giving Eddie an expectant look. Eddie’s eyes widened before sputtering out an obnoxiously loud laugh.

“You- You think I’m wi- with Bill,” the smaller boy managed to get out, his eyes crinkled and his arm snaking around his stomach when he felt a pain in his abdomen from laughter. Richie let out a chuckle across from him, and Eddie opened his eyes in time to see the barista raise his hands in defense.

“Hey, spaghetti man, I’m just making sure you’re on the menu,” Richie responded with his usual flirty grin and eyebrow wiggle. Eddie’s laughter slowed and he felt his face heat up, as it always does around Richie. Despite this, the shorter boy scoffed at the nickname usage, again, as he always did.

“And what makes you think all these ridiculous nicknames are gonna get you anywhere?”

“It’s all part of my plan. Woo you with my charms and incredible nicknaming abilities. Don’t lie, I know you like ‘em,” Richie teased, and of course, he was right. Eddie’s attempts to deflect the nicknames with a disgruntled noise or eyeroll constantly failed at the hands of the rosey color that would appear on his cheeks shortly after. Eddie elected to ignore the comment rather than deny it.

“Well, no, I’m not dating Bill. He’s my best friend. He’s already got a boyfriend, plus he’s not really my type anyways,” Eddie shrugged with a small smirk on his lips. Richie perked up at this, straightening his posture and resting his elbow on the back of his seat, legs crossed, eyebrows raised at the shorter boy.

“Oh, I see. And what would you say tickles your fancy, dear old Edward,” Richie questioned in his old British woman voice, one of his personal favorites. He’d never forget his friends’ reactions when he first used that one in high school; he had even earned a chuckle from Stan. When he received a breathy giggle from the boy across from him now, he knew this Voice was an oldie but a goodie.

“Hmm,” Eddie started, putting on his best thinking face. Richie couldn’t help the fond look that crept onto his features while he watched Eddie rub his chin and purse his lips, fully not believing anyone could be so cute cute cute so effortlessly. “I like guys that are tall, pretty lanky. Long hair. Bonus if they can make me laugh.” Eddie had avoided Richie’s gaze throughout his description, his eyes not landing back on the taller boy until he was done talking and already had his bottom lip nervously between his teeth. He was met with a giddy smile on Richie’s part, causing Eddie to release his lip and break into a smile of his own.

“What a coincidence. I’m into tiny, feisty dudes that wear fanny packs.” Richie’s smile grew wider as he spoke, meanwhile Eddie’s simmered into a pout and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Don’t call me tiny, asswipe,” he retorted as he playfully kicked at Richie’s black converse beneath the table. “That’s a nickname I won’t tolerate.”

“Hardly a nickname, Eddie baby. Just a descriptor,” Richie replied, kicking him back lightly with a laugh. “It’s true, and it’s what makes ya so darn cute!” He punctuated his comment by reaching over the table to pinch Eddie’s cheek, receiving a slap of the hand from the other boy.

The two continued their flirty banter and playful bickering until they heard the clattering of the metal that closed up the coffee counter, and saw the sun disappear behind the campus buildings and be replaced with nightfall. When Eddie walked back to his dorm that night, he had a new contact in his phone, a warm spot on his cheek where Richie had briefly pressed his lips to, and a fluttering feeling in his heart he couldn’t shake even if he wanted to.

#my writing #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie fic #reddie fanfic #it #it chapter one #it chapter two #it 2017 #it 2019

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haiyuta · 5 years ago

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|| sugarbaby.com || bang chan

Summary: Struggling college student Y/n is on her last year of college as the bills stack she’s in a tough situation. Her roommate recommends her a website for local sugar daddies. That's where she meets Mr. Bang Chan a producer who is just a nice guy that has a lot of money.

word count: 5.1k || genre: smut, lots of smut, kissing, dry humping, light choking, praise kink, soft dom chan, like soft, like he’s a caring daddy btw, light barely their daddy kink.

a/ n: the end plot is so sloppyyyy but I put lots of plot and love and smut this could be better but its 5k of hard work so enjoy yall~

Chewing on your lip you eyed the website your finger hovering on and off the signup button.

Sugarbabys.com the website read on the front page in a quote read "where sugar babies meet high-quality Sugar daddies".

Taking your finger away you gave it a thought all the scenarios going through your head. What if it didn't go well? What if the men were creepy? Your friend already gave you tips 'meet in a public place' 'only if you want to you have to' things like that.

Your bank account was desperate though. Between school and working, you were left with little money. Lingering in the back of your brain you knew you couldn't the reality of having to borrow more money from your friend making you cringe.

Were you desperate enough for money to even sign up for this site? It was something you considered before knowing a few girls who used the website your roommate included for a while until she got what she wanted her debt paid off.

'Its easy just sign up it couldn't hurt' she explained to you. You grimaced it could hurt the many thoughts popped up in your head bad and good.

Your finger hovered over the signup button with great reluctance decided to sign up. Entering your email and information you looked at the rules. It was simple enough the men contacted you based on profiles near them. They recommend you do a date in public for safety reasons etc.

Some of the profile content was questions like the financial level you needed and what you could provide and some small information about yourself.

Your fingertips hovered over the keys writing some info about yourself.

"Hello I'm a graduating student soon with ambitions to join the workforce soon financial help would be the main and I am very open with new options and experiences"

Finishing off with some fun facts age and a pretty picture your friend took of you. etc you clicked the finished profile you sat back looking at the website shaking your head you closed your laptop work was going to be early tomorrow.

You didn't check the website but a lingering message sat in your inbox.

As the week went on it a few messages popped in your inbox with a variety of guys some seeking immediate sex for money, some promising you the world but then there was one message.

Bang: Hello I'm sure you got many messages you're very pretty I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me. I'll pay of course and see if we are matchable. If not just ignore this.

The message made you quirk your eyebrow it felt real and raw in a way the others didn't. And with no picture, you decided to go and message 'Bang' back.

You: Thanks for messaging me I would love to just send your phone number and I'll talk to you more.

Nerves in your stomach grew as you waited for his message. A night went by until his reply.

Bang: Thanks so much here's my number can't wait to talk to you more :)

You've been texting back and forth with Chan for a week till he scheduled a date setting a date that was good for both of you.

You were nervous your stomach turned with butterflies, the restaurant you were in was a fancy Italian restaurant downtown it had deep mood lighting with a clean crisp look to it.

"May I help you," the hostess gave a kind smile.

Shifting in your tight black dress your own but the gold necklace with a nice handbag were thanks to your roommate. "Um yes," you said nervously "I have a dinner date with Mr. Bang," you said.

Looking at the list she nodded "oh yes he's waiting for you," she said leading you to the back.

Walking through the restaurant your stomach twisted leading towards the table. Questions ran through your mind. Why were you even doing this? It was to late to back down now you thought.

"Here you go," she gestured to the table. Laying your eyes on him you were slightly taken aback at his appearance. He was handsome.

Looking up from his phone a handsome smile lit his face. Slipping the device into his pocket he got up quickly.

"Let me," he gave a sheepish laugh moving toward you. The smell of his cologne filled your senses it was nice really nice.

"Thank you," you said sitting putting your loaned clutch on the table. Drinking in his features you noted he had sandy blond hair, deep dimples, and perhaps an accent. Dressed simply in a black button-up and black jeans expensive chan sat handsomely on his neck.

An awkward silence filled the table until he chuckled "I'm sorry I didn't even introduce myself I use Mr. Bang on my profile but you can call me Chan," he said. Yup, definitely an accent you noted.

His friendly smile radiated causing you to let a small smile "I'm Y/n thank you for taking me out". More like thanks for messaging me and taking me to a restaurant normally college boys would take you out to the best they could do. A local taco joint close to the university which was amazing but you did yearn for something romantic.

"You were beautiful I had to," he flirted with a charming smile. Stomach knotting at the word beautiful and how his foreign accent whispered them out.

"Thank you," you beamed shifting in your seat. The more you talked to him the more comfortable you became with him.

"So, you work in the music industry," you asked wanting to get to know him. Quickly thinking of his profile on the website. Young, producer and money to spend. The website though matched you and you couldn't directly message them until they choose you. Chan would be snatched up quickly if any sugar baby could choose.

"I do I'm a producer I also sing and rap a bit," he explained, "its something I like to do a lot" he added.

"That sounds like a lot of fun," you giggled poking at your food already full from the soup and salad but wanting more.

"It's long hours of editing and writing music," he perked up his eyebrow you noted he had a small cut in his eyebrow. "Hearing my music be sung by artist and people loving my lyrics is all worth it."

"But it's my passion but sadly my passion is mostly inside so it's hard to meet people," he explained eyeing you.

"May I ask why a guy like you would be on a sugar baby website," you said hoping you weren't overstepping your boundary. "I mean not that you can't be on these sites," you quickly blurted out feeling warm at the question you asked.

He laughed a little "I'm not a 40-year-old businessman with a wife and kids," he smirked out.

"Kind of," you trailed off staring at him.

"Well some of my friends were doing it recently saying they met some great people," he said "I also like showering my girl with money might as well see if this will work." he finished.

"Ah okay," you hummed eating some food.

"I'm just a nice guy who has a lot of money," he grinned his cheeky dimple popping out.

You snorted at the comment "wow," you laughed a little.

"Sorry was that cringy," he gave a sheepish smile.

You nodded covering your mouth trying not to laugh out loud.

"Anyway what about you," he asked.

You explained a bit about yourself adding what he needed to know you were almost out of college the struggle to finish was getting harder. He understood explaining he came to Korea from Australia looking for a fresh start. He found his talent when he sold one of his songs for the first time. You were shocked that it was called "Why so lonely" a classic a song that use to be on your freshman playlist every day.

The experience was new but something you would soon treasure a good conversation a lovely meal and getting money for it.

"Did you like the meal," he asked eyeing you placing his black card in his wallet writing down a quick tip.

"It was amazing," you gave a gentle smile. A little bummed this dinner had to end. Also anticipating if he wanted to continue this.

"May I drive you home," he asked giving you his arm. You smiled nodding slipping your arm through his arm.

The small private parking lot on the side as you browsed the expensive cars till you landed on his BMW with admiration a beautiful car that fit his aesthetic. Playful yet luxurious. Sliding into his car you shivered at the cold leather seats.

"Where do you live," he asked.

"Student apartments right next to the university," you explained "just that general area," you said hitting yourself of how dumb you sounded.

The car ride had light chatting he played some music from he wrote. You were shocked to find out it had some of your favorite artists under it. Learning he did some music for a trio group named 3racha.

Coming up to your apartment you sighed glancing at him "thank you so much," you paused letting out a soft "sir" at the end of it.

A moment passed over the both of you until Chan let out a laugh "Sir," a deep cute laugh.

A blush went to your cheeks at his laugh"You're cute enough you don't have to try okay," he assured his you pressing his hand to your cheek gently.

Your face was warm but his hand felt warmer. "Sorry about that," you said softly cringing at yourself. How natural this felt was amazing.

"May I kiss you," he whispered out his lips so close.

Your eyes connected to his light brown eyes your lips wanting to touch his "please."

It was a swift moment as his lips capturing your own. It was soft as he greedily consumed your kiss you were shocked at how good it was to be kissed.

Pulling gently apart your eyes flickered to his noting his eyes were so warm and deep you could drown in them.

"Um thank you for everything," you said feeling warm and frazzled at him. Opening the car door you could feel your heartbeat a little faster and your mind swirl with want.

"Your welcome baby girl," he winked watching you with as you trailed yourself up the steps and into the apartment building.

Its been a few months since your first date with Chan. Honestly, it felt too good to be true. Soon as got home he texted you some information and the next thing that morning a pretty number with 4 digits now sit in your account.

It took all your will not to scream in a pillow at the money. That's what you make in a month for a date.

As the relationship continued Chan was giving you money for your attention dates, kissing, sex all of the above. Honestly, he could pay you nothing and you would still jump at the opportunity to sleep with him. You shuttered a little thinking of the sex simply put it was amazing.

Some basic rules were gently inforced. 1. You or have the right to end it at any time 2. Stressed the fact that this was an exclusive relationship. Light rules but Chan was very laidback.

Currently, you were in a store way too expensive well use to be way too expensive picking out a dress that would look good for this event with Chan. "This one," you hummed walking out in a cream-colored dress. It hugged your ass but the color was sort of off-putting.

Chan sitting on the seat in the private dress area leaning back his hair messy and untamed with a touch of curls. Your fingers always itched to touch those curly locks.

"I don't love it," he hummed eyeing you up and down. "Just the color it looks amazing on you though," he grinned. Sitting next to a pile of dresses that you both didn't like very much.

You frown this was the fifth dress you've tried but to be honest you didn't love it that much either.

"Okay I have a few more," you bit your lip as you went back to the dressing room. The event was tomorrow night performance of some underground rappers and Chan said he might perform with 3racha if he had time. Being on his arm for this event was important.

You shyly claiming you didn't have many dresses for something like that.

Sipping into the dress that caught your eye the most a deep rose gold dress with just a touch of sparkle. Eyeing yourself you smiled at how the dress fit you the price tag with the glaring 1k on the tag.

Slipping out the dressing room your gazed landed on Chan his eyes ran up and down your body. "Wow," he whispered out getting up to inspect the dress. "Do you like it," he asked placing his hand on your hip.

"I love it," you paused eyeing you and Chan in the mirror admiring how you looked and how he looked next to you. His eyes glazed with lust. "It's pricy though," you hummed looking at the price.

Chan leaned over kissing your temple "you know I'll buy it for you," he grinned pushing his hips closer to you.

"You spoil me," you hummed posing lightly in the mirror. It complimented your skin the way it fell made you feel utterly amazing.

"You look beautiful," he said pressing his body against yours. His chin resting atop your head as he stared at your dress in the mirror. You giggled at the reflection. He looked at you with an admiring lust-filled look. You perked up when you felt his bulge pressing against your ass.

Glancing at him through the mirror his deep brown eyes basically told you what he wanted. You've had sex with Chan before and to say the least you would fuck this man for free. You were just lucky enough he was paying your tuition with a sweet payday every other Friday.

You pushed your ass into him feeling his eagerness waiting for you. "We shouldn't," you hummed glancing at him. Leaning over he hummed his lips connecting with your neck. You sighed at the kisses leaning away for more access.

"We just need to be quiet," he whispered in your ear. Grabbing your hand he lead you to the small bench settling you on his lap.

His lips captured yours hungrily your mouths moved in a gentle rhythm. Pulling away Chan looked at you grabbing your exposed thigh placing you across his jeans. "Come on baby we don't want to wrinkle this beautiful dress up," he said pushing the dress up.

A small mew slipped out of you at the feeling of Chan lightly bouncing his leg. Wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself you moaned as he added more pressure to your clothed slit.

Your body was heating up at the feeling "come on baby girl," Chan whispered in your ear. Biting your lip you squeezed your eyes closed feeling your stomach twisting at the sensation. God, he got you off so good your mind raced with want.

Clenching your thighs around his you gave a soft moan as you rocked against his leg. The lewd act of humping his leg made your stomach twist with want.

Chan let out a light chuckle you gave him a small embarrassed glare at your current position. "Don't pout you look adorable," he gave a small smirk. "We better finish this off before we are found," he grinned as he proceeded to bounce his leg.

You were already damp as it seeped into Chan's black jeans. Pushing your head into his neck you let out small whimpers as you got closer to the edge. Ready to fall any moment but Chan holding you so tight you never wanted to let go. Pushing down on his thigh you gave a deep moan as you desperately humped his leg.

Leaning over you placed your lips moaning in the kiss. Your eyes twisted shut as waves of heat rolled down your body.

Chan pressed his lips hard against you as you sloppy kissed him. You came down from your high it took a moment but you felt Chan hand run up and down your back.

Biting your lip you gazed up at him giving him a light smile "we should get out of here," you hummed pushing your dress back down and getting up,

You lightly grimaced at his leg with had a decent size wet mark on them. "Fuck sorry," you said also eyeing his bulge.

He hummed grabbing your hand "don't worry about it lets just buy the dress and go back to my place," giving you a wink.

Your stomach stirred thinking of going to his house with him laying in his bed as he pushed your deep into his sheets "Let's," you grinned eagerly.

"How does it look," you asked your roommate coming from your room in the dress you bought last week. It took a dry clean to get the smell of sex from the dress but it still looked clean and new.

Her gaze went from her phone taking a double-take at your dress. "Look at you in that dress," she hummed. Smiling you gave a small twirl the gold shimmering.

"I know I love it so much," you hummed going to the mirror to check your makeup and hair.

"So Y/n how's Chan," she said leaning on the couch her eyebrow raised at you.

"He's good he's taking me to a club tonight," you said.

She nodded "so you don't have feelings for him or anything right," she hummed out looking at you.

Pausing you stared at your eye makeup looking at her through the mirror image you felt your heart leap "of course not he pays me," you told her.

"Yeah I mean your college semester is almost over when will you break it off," she asked. You paused wondering if you would. You did get mostly what you wanted. Clothing, money, your schooling has been paid up to last semester. The thought of breaking it with Chan made your stomach drop.

Before you could answer you heard your phone ring. Grinning you picked it up avoiding your roommates grilling question.

"Hey baby are you ready," Chan spoke.

Glancing at your makeup and outfit you looked good. Shyly remembering what you did in this dress earlier that week. "Yeah I'm good," you hummed out.

"Great I'm downstairs," he said.

"Okay bye," you said clicking off the phone.

Your roommate was still looking at you "you're like into into him," she commented.

"I'm into his money," you easily lied to yourself. The money was great the clothing, the tuition all was amazing. But Chan as a person he was the best of all the gifts. Repressing these growing thoughts was the best you could do.

"Sure you are," she said pulling out up her Netflix. "Just let me know when you move into with him so I can find a new roommate," she teased.

Rolling your eyes you stuck out your tongue "will do but won't happen," you said leaving.

"Have a nice night," she called out.

"Thanks," you yelled back leaving. Your stomach turned excited to see Chan. Hurrying downstairs you quickly came outside to see Chan leaning on the side of his car. You eyed him loving his outfit.

"Hey," you grinned going to him wrapping your arms around his neck. Your eyes held his from the told of his dirty blond hair to the way he had a smile chain around his neck and his signature black style.

"Aw you missed me," he grinned a small dimple popping out.

"Always," you flirted back.

Giving you a quick peck he opened the door for you. The drive to the small club was nice his hand firmly on your thigh as he navigated the roads driving up to the club.

"You'll meet some of my friends just fellow producers," he explained. The word date stuck to your brain well you were his date. The words girlfriend would be amazing to hear out his mouth.

"Do your friends have any sugar babies," you asked out the blue. Remembering he told you months ago some of his friends use the site.

He pursed his lips "some do some have two or more," he explained closing the door on the side parking.

Taking his arm nerves bubbled up in your stomach as you entered the low lit club. It was loud with live music on the stage was a male he had dark black hair with deep black makeup and he was rapping.

"That's Jisung he's a close friend and producer," Chan said leading you toward the back. The club was lowkey as people enjoyed the fast rapper on the stage.

"He's really good," you called out to Chan.

He nodded "yeah we are underground rappers are normally producers but we like to stay out of the limelight," he added. "I'll be on stage in a bit hope you'll cheer for me," he grinned.

"Always," you grinned. Sipping on the drink you were introduced to lots of people Felix an upcoming solo artist in the company.

"Time to get on stage baby girl," Chan hummed giving you a light kiss on your lips. His eyes lingered on you for a moment "After my set will get outta here," he said.

"Sounds good," you replied.

Felix stayed next to you as you two chatted while Chan was in the back. "Yeah, Chan told me a lot about you."

You nodded "can I ask about," you asked curiously.

Felix nodded his head "just you're really good for him is what I'm going to say," he explained.

Before you knew it the lights went down once again as Chan got on stage with Jisung and another male "who's that," you asked Felix.

"That's Changbin he is just an underground rapper Chan likes to promote with they call themselves 3racha," he explained.

You watched Chan on stage it was like he was a natural. His smile lit the stage his outfit clean making him look fashionable and handsome. That messy hair was darkening.

Your heart speeds up as you watched his performance him bouncing on stage, the way he hyped up the crowd and his fellow rappers.

Chan never really talked about the performing aspect of this. You were transfixed on the performance the lyrics, his movements it was all amazing. Then cheers filled your ears Chan had a small layer of sweat on his forehead "thank you for coming everyone we have so many new acts tonight please keep a lookout for them," he yelled in the mic.

"They were amazing," you said excitedly.

"Yeah, I love watching them perform," Felix agreed. "It doesn't happen often but when it does it's always great," he praised his friends.

Soon after Chan came back to the table with Jisung and Changbin behind him. A layer of sweat on all of them. "Guys I want you to meet Y/n," he said. "My girlfriend," he said glancing at you for a second.

Your eyes widen at the work girlfriend but decided to act cool "um Hi guys I love your music Chan's showed me some samples," you said.

"Ah thank you so much welcome to our little circle Chan's been meaning to introduce us to you," Jisung said giving a wide smile.

"Has he well my boyfriend is so mean not introducing me to his friends sooner," you side-eyed Chan. You felt Chan wrap his arm around your waist.

"Well we should all get together for some food soon," Felix added.

"That would be great," Chan said slipping his arm around your waist. "Sorry to be rude me and Y/n have to dip," Chan said. Giving his friends a few fist bumps he pulled you out the dark club soon after.

The cool night hit you giving you some much-needed space to breathe. "So Chan girlfriend," you quirked an eyebrow stepping away from his. Your insides turned at the word.

"I'm sorry that just slipped out," he spoke quickly apologizing, a red from the tips of his ears to his cheeks maybe from performing but it made him look different. Vulnerable to you like a confession. "I meant it I'll admit it," he added.

There was a pause as you looked at him and he looked at you. Before you knew it your lips were on his. His plush lips felt so good your heart beating rapidly at his confession and you think you got your answer across. He wrapped his arms around your waist pressing deeply into the kiss.

Pulling apart you gazed up at him he had a handsome smirk on his face. "your place," you bite your lip.

He hummed "I gotta hear it one time," he raised an eyebrow.

"Can my handsome boyfriend take me to his place," you admitted your arms thrown around his neck.

Grabbing his keys he and you hurried to his car. You praised his performance as you rode to his place. His hand now firmly placed entwined in your hand.

Stumbling into his condo you and his lips were attached to one another. Closing the door behind him you giggled as his hand slide through your once neatly curled hair now messy from the night.

Grabbing your hand you lead him to his bedroom it had deep blacks and grey al round. Your lips met in a messy haze of lust.

"Fuck you do things to me," Chan whispered pulling his lips away from you. His fluffy hair was now matted to his forehead attractively from his performance those brown eyes of his blazing with want.

Sitting on his bed eyeing you from the high ground. "Look what you've done," he chuckled out touching himself. Your fingers itched to unzip him and help him.

"Can I," you asked reaching for his zipper.

"Ask properly," he leaned his hands behind him his hooded eyes stared you down.

"Please daddy," you whined out On your knees, you unbuttoned his pants revealing Calvin Klein's you loved so much. When you got a peek of those they really set you off.

Slowly touching the hard outline you licked your lips in concentration as you teased him from the base circling around the tip feeling he was wet.

"Fucking hell Y/n," his hips involuntary jerked up to your touch. Your fingers raised under his black tee feeling his solid abs under your fingers tips.

"I love your body," you hummed feeling his stomach circling little shapes right above his waistline.

"Yeah," he stared down at you with hunger loving the praise that you gave him. Something you learned early about Chan is praise could get you a long way. Your nails dragged down his abs loving the feeling of them under your fingertips.

Pulling him out you admired his length. You gave his slick head a small kiss as you gently bobbed.

Chan lifted his hips letting you slip more into his mouth. "Fuck," he moaned as he started to hit the back of your throat.

"Relax your throat Y/n," he said gently brushing your hair. Chan gently rolled his hips deeper in as you relaxed your throat. You lightly choked on it pulling off quickly. You blushed realizing even with the training you couldn't take him very far.

"Sorry," you flushed embarrassed you couldn't even deep throat him.

Pulling you onto the bed Chan's eyes were gentle and lustful. He lightly patted your head lovely "you got better," he hummed. Grabbing your wrist he gently took it placing gentle kisses across your wrist. He stared at you with a smoldering look of want.

Leaning down his mouth attacked your neck you felt so close to him you could hear his heart race just like yours. His dick hard against your thigh so close to your entrance.

"Chan I need you," you moaned in his ear as he left wet kisses across his neck.

Pushing your dress up his fingers went to your panties taking them off "where do you need me," he groaned. His finger went across your slit petting you lightly.

"Right there," you moaned body heating up from the petting. He pulled your hips so close to him "please chan," you hummed desperate him to fill you.

He gave a cheeky smile "no need to beg," his Australian accent deep and thick. He grabbed your leg hiking you up. Hooking your leg around his hip as he entered you. The feeling of him stretching you making you wince as you took him between your folds.

"Ah fuck," he cursed out his face twisting into pleasure. His nose scrunched up in pleasure as his hips rocked into you.

Pushing your head into the pillow you let out mews of pleasure as he gave gentle thrust. The closeness of him in you made your head twirl. "Harder," you panted feeling him almost hitting that sweet spot.

You felt his hips pace start to pick up as he went deeper. "Ah," you moaned out feeling the tingle of an oncoming orgasm come. You pushed the feeling down trying to savor the feeling of the pleasure.

Looking up at Chan his mouth slightly slacked as he focused on his thrusts fuck he was handsome you thought. A vulnerable look of want and pleasure twisted on his face.

He looked down at you a small smile lit on his lips "you look hot on your back for me." His words made your stomach twist with want and love.

"May I," he hummed his fingers wrapping around your neck. Your stomach tingled with want something about choking made you excited.

"Please," you begged.

Wrapping his hand on the side of your throat made you lick your lip making your head dizzy. Honestly, you didn't know you had a choking kink until Chan introduced you to it.

"Thank you, daddy," you hummed loving the way he pressed lightly on your throat his thumb gently tracing your windpipe. His thrust hit hard as he tightens his hold restricting your breathing.

"Your welcome baby," he said thrusting into you deeper. Lifting into him you enjoyed the way his body pressed into you.

"I'm close," you moaned out feeling him hit that spot over and over making your eyes roll back.

"Hold your breath baby," he said tightening his hold. His pace got faster as he chased his own orgasm small groans left his lips lovely. "Fuck," he moaned "You feel so good," you moan feeling the sudden warmth of his cum spurt out. The warmth of it pushed you over the edge.

Clutching your leg behind his back black and white spots filled your vision. Chan let out sensual groans as he came down from his high. His hand released your neck as he went to pet your hair.

Shifting your leg you felt him pull out of you. You bite your lip smiling at the feeling of him pulling you close.

“Fuck,” he moaned taking off his shirt laying on the silk sheets. You turned to him a grin on his face.

Wrapping his arm around your midsection he curled up to you. “Chan you smell like sweat,” you whined at the smell.

“You know you love it,” he grinned as you pushed your face into his curly hair.

“Mmmhh,” you hummed feeling him pet your head as his fingers up and down your body.

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tangledstarlight · 4 years ago

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days go by and seasons change (lets try again next winter)

julie's ready for a year away from home, studying and trying to refind the magic in music. luke's about to start on a summer tour around europe opening for a band. they meet one night, sparks fly and emotions run hight. now they've just got to try and see if they can maintain a long distance friendship.

ok hello hi so this is my wild ride of a fic that i’m working on, a scene (much later on) came to me in a dream, and much like how smeyer wrote twilight, i just had to find out how they got there fhbdj there’s some drinking which would be classed as underage in the us but is legal in the uk which is where it’s set so

trigger warnings!! alcohol and swearing

also on ao3 –– [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | extras 1 & 2 ]

winter

There was a line almost outside the door for the coffee shop, people wanting something to warm them up or just to avoid the sudden downpour of rain. Julie had been in England for just over a month now and she still wasn’t used to the randomly changing weather, how were you supposed to plan an outfit for the day if it started mildly sunny and ended in a thunderstorm? It was January! She had come prepared for snow, not rain, damn it.

From her table in the back corner of the cafe, hands wrapped around a mug and headphones blaring music, Julie people watched. Sure, she was supposed to be working on an essay, but she’d been there for half an hour already. She deserved a little break.

Even through her music she can hear the sounds of the cafe around her. Customers placing orders and rain on the windows and cups hitting tables and people laughing and it’s comforting. The sounds of life going on around her while she pretends to be doing work.

Pretends, because she’s been trying to work on this essay for a week now and getting nowhere with it.

When she’d signed up for the study abroad scheme her mind had been on experiencing a new country, on the places she could visit, the new friends she could make, the thoughtful looks she could escape.

She hadn’t thought much about the work she would have to do, the essays that would need to be written, the awkwardness of settling into a new place, the strangeness of hearing new accents.

The actual creative side of her course she found easy enough, but when it came to writing about her stylistic choices and her themes and her influences and how they all tied back with what they’d been reading about? She was drawing a blank.

Blowing on her drink, Julie let her eyes wander around the coffee shop. It was a fairly small place with an extensive collection of teas and fresh baked cakes and free wifi. She’d found it by mistake while looking for a music shop her first week in the city, they’d lured her in with carrot cake and coffee and she’d been coming back at least once a week ever since. A group of boys push through the door, shaking off hoods and laughing at something as they join the queue.

Something about them seemed vaguely familiar, like she’d seen them from a distance in a dark club, or scrolled past a group photo of them on her instagram suggested posts. Or maybe it was because they just looked like every other group of young adults she’d come across, both back home and in Liverpool. One thing she had learnt pretty quickly was that boys were the same everywhere.

She was saved from mulling it over by her phone vibrating on the table with a text, Carrie’s name popping up on the screen and Julie swapped her cup for her phone, a small smile already tugging at her lips as she read the series of texts on her screen.

Julie’s attention is dragged away from her phone by something – someone – knocking into her table, sending her pen rolling off and her cup to shake. Pulling her headphones out of her ears she looks up as the culprits eyes widen, mouth pulling into a grimace as he stares at the coffee now running down the back of her jacket that had been happily sitting in the spare chair.

“Shit,” he mutters, already pulling a napkin out of his back pocket and dabbing at the mess. “I’m so sorry, I uh– wasn’t looking and the chair leg and fuck I’m so sorry about your jacket, can it be dry cleaned?”

And he looks so sincere in his apology, all wide sad eyes and words stumbling out too quickly and messy brown hair curling out from under a beanie and accent that sounds like home, that Julie swallows back the annoyed retort she had ready to go.

It was just an accident. Accidents happened. At least it wasn’t over her laptop. Blowing out a breath, Julie shakes her head at him once, pushing back her chair to inspect the damage.

“It’s fine, honestly. Don’t–” she pauses, holding up the denim on either side of the collar and frowning at the pretty large brown stain. “Worry about it.”

Can she wash it? She’s never tried, but well. She bites her lip as she looks at it, the stranger awkwardly standing just a short distance away with a wad of used napkins and his half spilt drink, and yeah, she definitely won't be able to wear it tonight.

“I’m so sorry.” He says again and someone must catch his attention over her shoulder because his eyes dart away from her, eyebrows shooting up and shrugging his shoulders and, it’s kinda cute. The way he seems to be hovering, unsure if she’s going to shout at him.

“Seriously, it’s fine. Accidents happen, right?” She shoots him a quick smile – though not missing the way his cheeks turn slightly pink – before turning back to her jacket, carefully laying it out on the chair to hopefully dry out enough for her to stuff it in her bag before she needs to leave. She really hopes it stops raining.

“I uh– shit I’m sorry. Again. I gotta–” He gestures to the door where Julie can see his friends waiting for him, barely contained grins on all their faces that has Julie rolling her eyes. Boys. She looks back at him, raising an eyebrow even as her lips tick up into a small smile, she’s rewarded by his cheeks going red, the hand still holding the napkins rubbing at the back of his neck and a stuttered ‘goodbye’.

Sitting back down, Julie rolls her eyes again, muttering under her breath about ‘annoying cute boys’ and ‘favourite jackets’. Leaning down to pick up her fallen pen with one hand while the other tapped out a reply to Carrie. An hour more of sitting here, attempting to do her essay and then she’d have to go if she wanted enough time to get ready.

“So where are you?”

Julie couldn’t hear what was being said on the other side of the phone, but judging by the way Carrie was rolling her eyes the answer wasn’t correct. Flynn leans her head on Julie’s shoulder, their linked arms drawing them closer as they walk, it’s not the most comfortable way to walk, but they’ve already had a few drinks and Flynn gets a little clingy after one. Julie puts her head on top of Flynns as they stumble along cracked stone streets.

“She actually might end up killing Bobby at this rate,” Julie mutters and is rewarded with Flynn letting out a laugh that has Carrie looking over her shoulder at them, eyes softening for a moment before she’s rolling them again. If she hadn’t known the other girl as long as she had, Julie would be worried about permanent eye damage.

“Fucking hell. Okay. Yeah, okay we’ll be like, ten minutes then. Yeah, yeah, okay bye.”

Sliding her phone into her back pocket Carrie took a half step back so she was walking with them again, linking her arm on Flynns other side.

“They’re at the Cavern Club,” Carrie looks at Julie over the top of Flynn’s head and lets out a loud sigh, “I know. That’s where we were going to go anyway. They’re so annoying.”

But she says it in a fond sort of way. Like how you talk about your neighbour's dog that barks too early in the morning and wakes you up, but always runs over to say hello to you through the fence when you walk past and brightens up your day. Annoying, but sweet.

Julie’s only met Carrie’s cousin Bobby once, it had been a short ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ type interaction as he ran into Carrie’s house to pick up his bag and then run straight back out again.

She’s never met the other three members of the band at all, but she knows, after doing a little bit of internet searching, that their band isn’t half bad. They’ve got some pretty good songs and a small following that she is sure is bound to get bigger by the time they’ve finished being the opener for whoever they’re touring with and their first album is out in the world.

The three of them flash their id’s to the security on the door, slightly giddy smiles on all their faces even now, still not used to it all being legal for them to drink under the age of twenty-one. But the security guy doesn’t even blink and then they’re walking down a flight of stairs, the air getting warmer and the sound of drums and guitars reaching them.

Carrie grabs hold of Flynn's hand and Flynn grabs a hold of Julies and then they’re weaving through people and avoiding knocking drinks out of hands.

Her attention is pulled from the crowd to the stage at the back of the room, a band playing a cover of something she can’t name, they don’t sound too bad, and the part of her that used to fall in love with music every time she heard it wants to stop and listen. But that part of her is small and quiet and shy now, so she keeps her grip on Flynn’s hand and follows along.

Julie doesn’t know how Carrie knows where she’s going but all of a sudden they’re coming to a stop, her free hand reaching out to balance herself on Flynn’s shoulder even as a small part of her is still trying to work out what the song is.

Turning her eyes away from the stage she looks at the five boys sitting at the table, a collection of bottles scattered across the wood, and Julie smiles at Bobby who’s standing up to hug Carrie, opens her mouth to say hello before stopping. Her brows furrow as she locks eyes with a shaggy haired brunette who’s own eyes are widening in realisation.

“You!” She blurts out before she can stop herself, and if anyone asks she would blame it on the three drinks she had before leaving the dorms, detangling her fingers from Flynn’s to point at him. With the music blaring so loud only the boys still sat at the table and Flynn heard her, the latter turning to raise her brows while Julie can see the boys trying not to laugh.

“He’s the guy who spilt coffee on my jacket earlier,” she shouts over the music, hand gesturing wildly at the table and Flynn follows her hand, eyes resting on the culprit.

“That was her favourite jacket!” Flynn props one hand on her hip and almost glares at him, but it loses part of its ‘scare factor’ when she starts swaying a little in place to the music. Well, Julie thinks it should lose some of it’s scaring power, but the guy still looks kinda worried, so who’s Julie to know?

“I said I was sorry!” He puts his hands up, shoulder raising to almost his ears, and with his eyes already open so wide and his hair curling slightly at the ends, Julie has to wonder how much trouble that look has gotten him out of over the years.

“You guys have already met?” Bobby jumps into the conversation before Julie has a chance to reply and Carrie is looking between them, lips pursed.

“This is the girl whose jacket Luke ruined earlier,” the blonde one says and Julie vaguely recognises him as being one of the boys from the cafe.

“Dude,” Bobby raises his eyebrows at the jacket ruiner – Luke, Julie reminds herself – shaking his head in disappointment.

“It was an accident!” Luke turns his sad kicked puppy look on Bobby before looking back at Julie, his hands lowering but his eyes still drastically wide, “I really am sorry about it.”

Julie tries, she really does, to hold on to that small kindle of annoyance that she’d felt upon seeing him again. But well, the jacket is already ruined and she’s come out to avoid doing an essay and she’s finding it really hard to be mad at someone so cute. Blowing out a breath she shakes her head at him.

“It’s fine, I’ll forgive and forget the whole thing if you buy me a drink.”

“That I can do,” the furrow in his brows smooths out and his shoulders relax and suddenly there’s a smile spreading across his face that seems to light up his eyes.

“So, you’ve met Luke. That’s Reggie, he’s our bassist,” Bobby nods at the dark haired guy sitting next to Luke who grins and waves, and it’s such an infectiously happy wave that Julie can't help but wave back. “Alex, kickass drummer,” the blonde who spoke earlier ducks his head a little, an almost shy smile on his face as he nods at them, “And Willie. Officially he’s one of our roadies, unofficially he’s just here to hype us up and do cool tricks in empty arenas.” Willie, who’s sat pressed against Alex’s side, raises his hand in a wave.

“This is Julie and this is Flynn,” Carrie points at them each before claiming the seat next to Alex and looking at Luke, “We’ll take 3 vodka lemonades. Please.” She only adds the please on the end after Flynn sits next to her, nudging her elbow into her side, Julie notices with a smile.

There’s a moment of bodies moving as Luke gets up from his side of the table, pulling Bobby along with him towards the bar and Reggie is waving his hand at her, nodding at the empty space along the bench next to him that she slides into gratefully.

They can’t really see the stage set up from here, but the music is still just as loud and Julie starts nodding her head along to the beat, trying to focus on the conversation happening on the other side of the table. Something about Carrie’s group and choreography and convincing someone to add in a dance break to a song. She’s laughing at something Willie said when a glass is slid across the table in front of her, a bottle of something passing over her to Reggie and she looks up in time to see Luke sliding into the space next to her, a small smile on his face.

“Forgiven and forgotten?” He asks, eyebrow quirked as he lifts his own drink, tilting it towards her in invitation.

“Forgiven and forgotten,” she agrees picking her glass up and tapping it against his beer bottle, shooting him a smile of her own before chasing the straw of her drink to take a sip, trying hard not to blush at the intensity of his stare.

It’s two hours later, three drinks and a deeply regrettable shot later, happily on the precipice of truly drunk but hanging out in tipsy land, when Julie shakes her head at Luke who’s standing on the bench. Tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he writes on the curved brick of the ceiling.

“Dude no ones gonna be able to even read that!” Reggie complains from next to her, his eyes squinting as if it will help him to read their names better. It doesn’t, Julie’s already tried.

“Why did we let the one with the worst handwriting do this?” Alex tilts his head to look up at Luke, who waves the hand not holding the pen in his face, almost hitting him but missing by several inches to the left and it sets them all off giggling.

“Because the rest of you are cowards!” He wobbles a little as he shuffles his feet to change angle, and Julie reaches out on instinct to hold his leg, fingers wrapping around his calf as if it will stop him from falling. His head drops down to look at her, teeth biting his bottom lip as he smiles at her quickly before going back to the ceiling.

To leave his – their – mark on a legendary musical site. Luke's words, the rest of them hadn’t been able to talk him out of it so they’d gone right into encouraging.

“I think you’re getting cowards and idiots mixed up,” Carrie mutters, head propped up on her hands, elbows resting on the table. Well, Reggie and Julie and Willie had gone straight to encouraging, the others were still on teasing.

“Do you want your name added or not?” Luke grumbles but Julie can see his pen moving, going over the letters of what she assumes is meant to be Dirty Candi, and bites her cheek to not laugh.

“Don’t forget it’s an ‘i’ instead of ‘y’ for candy!” Flynn leans forward, eyes on the ceiling as she shouts up at him and Luke says something, but it’s too quiet for any of them to hear.

It isn’t until he moves to get off the bench that Julie realises she still has her hand wrapped around his calf, her fingers idly tapping along to the song some guy with a guitar is playing behind them. Heat fills her cheeks (that she’ll blame on how warm it is in the club and the alcohol in her system thank you very much) as she lets go, pulling her hand back into her lap, watching from the corner of her eye as he jumps down and back into his seat, a proud smile on his face.

“Now when we’re big and famous people can come and hunt our names down.”

“And finally realise that you have awful writing and question how any of our songs get written,” Bobby grins at him, elbow nudging his side which sends Luke leaning into her to try and avoid it, sliding along the bench until there’s no space between them, and she can’t find it in herself to be too mad about it. He smells like tequila and mint and aftershave all mixed together, not really a good combination, but one she finds herself liking anyway.

“Well why don’t you start writing the songs, huh?” Luke retorts, and starts a back and forth with Bobby, Alex chiming in and Flynn watching it all like a tennis match, and Juile tries to follow it, but all she can think about is how Luke hasn’t moved back. How his thigh is pressed against her leg and his arm is resting around her back, hand near her hip and how if she wanted to, she could rest her chin on his shoulder and kiss his neck.

Not that she wants to kiss his neck. Does she?

Julie furrows her brows, biting her lip as she examines those thoughts, tries to decide if it’s the alcohol or the music or her lack of sleep or if she just wants to kiss him.

Flynn says something and it makes him laugh, loud and bright and unrestrained, head thrown back and eyes closed. And yeah, she just wants to kiss him. Fuck.

Reggie slings an arm around her shoulders, the other going over Flynns and tugging them together until their cheeks are all pushing together and Julie giggles, poking at his side with her partially trapped arm.

“What do we think chocolate tequila is like?” He asks, eyes glued to the chalkboard menu above them.

“Not as nice as the summer fruits one,” Julie says back, wrinkling her nose a little at the memory of when she’d tried it. If you liked chocolate, it was a bitter disappointment in her opinion. But she was also drunk enough now not to mind.

“Alex says we can’t get the coffee one. Thinks we’ll have a repeat of the red bull incident.” Luke appears on her other side, pushing his body into the small gap between her side and the next group of people. He’s stood so he’s facing her – them – and rests one arm on the counter top.

“Man he’s gotta get over that, it was one time,” Reggie mutters and Julie wants to ask what the ‘red bull incident’ is, but then Flynn is sliding three shot glasses towards them, salt and limes following, apparently having ordered without any of them noticing.

“We’re standing with mango!” Flynn shouts, shot already in one hand and salt on the other, clearly waiting for the three of them to catch up. Reggie lowers his arms and Julie can feel Luke’s hand brush past her arm as he moves to lick the back of his hand, she can feel herself flushing as she watches him do it. And is happy to note that he flushes just the same as he watches her lick her hand in turn.

Idly, Julie notices that Reggie counts them down, that Luke inclines his head at her before he lifts his shot to his lips, that Julie lifts her own, the liquid sliding down her throat with a slight burn that’s not eased at all by the lime she bites into. She squeezes her eyes shut against it and when she opens them sees Luke grinning at her, eyes full of something she can’t name but makes her want to blush again.

“Y’know what? Screw Alex, four of the coffee my good man!” Reggie shouts next to her, waving a hand at the bartender in front of them who just rolls their eyes but puts out four more shot glasses.

“Okay, you gotta tell us about the red bull incident,” Flynn finally asks what had been nibbling at the back of her mind from the moment Luke had spoken so she pulls her attention away from him and back to her friends as Reggie launches into his story that even grabs the attention of the bartender for a moment.

But Luke is a warm presence at her side, leaning into her space and breath ghosting against her neck as he chimes in the story. If she stepped back, just a little, she could lean her back against his chest. She wonders if he’d wrap an arm around her waist to hold her steady? Julie blinks and blows out a breath, raising an eyebrow as Reggie talks.

“Wait, how’d you get onto the roof?”

“So why Liverpool?” Luke asks, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat as they aimlessly walk through almost empty streets, faint music coming from clubs and other drunk people giggling in doorways. The fresh air has helped a little to sober her up, but not enough for her to know where they’re going. But they’re following Carrie, who has a plan for the night and they’ve no option but to follow it.

Julie wraps one arm around herself, the other pushing hair over one shoulder as she thinks about it. There isn’t really a big fancy answer, no special reason for her choice, she shrugs at Luke, lips ticking up into a smile.

“It was the only place still with spots open,” she can see the slight confusion on his face and explains more, “I wasn’t going to take the study abroad year, but I changed majors and I needed to get away from home for a while. Carrie and Flynn had already signed up and the internet said the train didn’t take too long to get to Manchester or Glasgow.”

“You changed majors?”

Of all the things she’s said that hadn’t been the part she’d thought Luke would zone in on. It wasn’t really something she liked to talk about much, her fall away from music. She still loved it, still listened and wrote and sang, but the passion she’d once had, the magic she’d once felt whenever she sat at a piano? It had gone away. Had been gone for a long time. Had been gone for four years and she’d only been pretending she still felt the magic.

Everything she played or wrote was missing something and no one had seemed to notice but here.

It hadn’t been until one of her teachers in first year had pointed something out that Julie had finally confessed. And changed course and major the next week.

Everyone had tried to understand, had listened as she explained why she couldn’t do it. How her mom and music were so intertwined together in her head and her heart that it felt impossible to detangle them, to love and play music without always feeling like there was something missing. But she knew they didn’t really get it

So she’d signed up for the study abroad, and picked Liverpool because they had a good English Lit course and was close enough to her friends if she needed them. Okay, so maybe she’d lied a little, there was a fancy answer for why she’d moved, but picking Liverpool had just been random.

“Yup,” she pops the ‘p’ and glances ahead of them, where Willie has Alex clinging on to his back, running through a puddle and laughing loud and clear. She can’t help but smile at them, at the carefree way Willie spins around and Alex holds tighter, face red with whatever he’s trying to say between laughs. Luke must follow her gaze because he lets out a soft snort of laughter, and she can see him shake his head from the corner of her eye.

“I’d hate them if they weren’t so adorable together,” he muttered, but his gaze is soft as they both watch the couple; Willie lets Alex off his back and grabs hold of his hand before he had a chance to get too far away. They’re all soft eyes and teasing smiles and vibes that scream about being in love, you’d have to be blind not to see it. Julie looks away, feeling like she’s intruding on a private moment as they share a kiss.

“Tell me about the tour,” Julie says, drawing Lukes attention back to her and it’s the right thing to say because his face lights up with a smile that she’s sure is going to drive girls wild one day soon.

Julie nods along with the song blaring through the speakers, mouthing the words so herself as she scrolls through her phone, ignoring the press of bodies crowding the smoking area as best she can. From her spot near the wall, opposite the door, she can see Carrie and Willie and Alex dancing together, wide smiles and heads thrown back.

Flynn and Reggie are talking to a group of people off to the side and Julie can see the way Flynn has pulled her braids over one shoulder and is gesturing to Reggie every few words the way she does when she’s trying to hype someone up (she knows, from having been on the receiving end of it, many times). Bobby, standing with them, seems to find the whole thing hilarious, grinning around the cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Okay, favourite book?” Luke asks, leaning in close to be heard over the noise and if he doesn’t move back, well Julie’s not about to complain. The little space heaters on the wall don’t provide much warmth, and it’s January and she’s cold and someone ruined her jacket.

“Currently or of all time?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she turns her head a little to look at him. Her heart stutters for a second at how close his face is to hers, she can see the small flecks of green in his eyes, can feel his breath ghost across her cheeks.

“Current,” he says and she can see as his eyes flicker down to her lips quickly before back up to her eyes and Julie really hopes she’s not blushing right now.

“Stardust. By Neil Gaiman. I’m reading it for one of my classes and it hits all the boxes for a fairytale.” She likes fairy tales, likes the idea of them, likes the message of true love and pure of heart and happily ever afters. This one just happened to involve lightning pirates which was a bonus. Okay, so maybe the lightning pirates were mostly a film detail, but still. “Favourite food?”

“There’s this little hole in the wall place down by the strip? They do the best cheeseburgers. If I could have one for every meal, I would.”

They’re still standing close together, eyes staring too intensely for a game of twenty questions and comments about cheeseburgers and Julie’s eyes flicker to his lips, can see the way they’re pulling up a little on one side. She wants to lean forwards, close the gap between them and press her lips against his. But then she shivers, shoulders hunching up around her ears as she rubs her bare arms, conscious of how close they’re sitting and how much she just kind of wants to steal his body heat.

“Are you cold?” He’s biting his lip, pulling back out of her personal space and Julie almost whines at the loss of contact and body heat and – well maybe she’s too drunk to be making smart choices right now if she’s five seconds away from whining.

“Well someone ruined my jacket,” she points out, eyebrows raised at him and is rewarded with his cheeks flushing and one hand rubbing at the back of his neck which she’s quickly coming to realise means he’s embarrassed or just a little flustered.

“I thought we’d agreed to forgive and forget about that?” He mumbles and before she can come up with a response Luke is standing up, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and then he’s carefully draping it over her shoulders, fingers tapping lightly on her arm until she holds it out for him to slip through one arm hole, doing the same on the other side and then pulling her hair out from under the collar.

It’s too big on her, but the faux fur inside is soft on her skin and still warm from Luke and she can stick her thumbs through the little gaps created by the fastened buttons and if she turned her head a little she could smell his aftershave clinging to the collar. Julie can’t help the little smile that graces her face, rotating her shoulders to let the coat settle better on her body.

Looking up at him her brows furrow a little at the look on his face (if she wasn’t so drunk and giddy and tired she’d say it was something like awe but that made no sense. Why would Luke be looking at her in awe while she wore his jacket?), but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared and he’s smiling at her, that wide smile from back at the start of the night when he’d handed her her drink and she’d tapped it against his.

“Thanks,” she tilts her head to the side, loose curls falling across her cheeks as she looks at him, a wide smile of her own and she opens her mouth to say something else – though she’s not sure what she’s going to say – when another voice cuts through and pops the little bubble they’ve created.

When did they even create their private conversation bubble? Julie doesn’t know, and from the way Luke’s head whips around to land on Flynn and Reggie and Bobby with wide eyes, he probably doesn’t know either. But it’s nice to know that he’d been enjoying their conversation as much as she had.

“We’re gonna get food, come on!”

“I wanted to be wrapped up in bed an hour ago,” Julie sighed but there’s no real annoyance in her tone as she hugs Luke’s jacket closed tight across her chest, shoulder brushing against his arm as they walk.

“But you also wanted pizza instead of McDonalds like everyone else.” And Luke has a point but she still pulls a face, sticking her tongue out at him and getting a laugh in return. She couldn’t even be annoyed at it, he had a nice laugh.

Plus, when she’d said she wanted pizza Luke was the only one who’d wanted to come with her, the rest of their friends going back to their hotels. He’d walked all the way to the takeaway with her, shared half of his chips and then started walking her back to her dorm, insisting on carrying her half eaten pizza too. It was all very sweet and kind and not helping her not want to kiss him.

“Where’s your first stop?” She asks, because he was about to start a tour and she had school and maybe if they were both back home they might have been able to give something a go, but they weren’t and Julie wasn’t really a one night stand kind of person.

“We’re heading up to Newcastle on Sunday to kick it all off,” there was a slight bounce in his step, his excitement almost palpable and Julie could tell that this was all he’d ever wanted. To play music to as many people as he could. A small part of her remembered what that was like, to want to share your songs with the world.

“Sing something!” She pulled him to a stop in the middle of the street, bouncing a little on the balls on her feet and grinning at him. Because she was still a little drunk and she missed feeling excited about playing music and here was this sweet charming guy who loved it so much and felt it with everything he had and Julie wanted to be like that again too. She wanted to think about music without it being tinged with sadness.

“What?” He laughed, eyes a little wide and glassy and with his hair looking more wild then it had when they’d started the night, but Julie was pretty sure she looked the same so she didn’t comment.

“Sing! Anything! Please?” Julie tried pouting at him, doing her best impression of Carlos and his puppy dog eyes and something about it must have worked because Luke huffs out a laugh as he looks at her, biting his lip in thought for a moment before he nods his head for them to keep walking before he starts singing.

His voice is a little rough, from screaming lyrics in the clubs and shouting to be heard in the bars, and his words are a little slurred because he’s a little drunk and a lot tired, but Julie’s sober enough to decide it’s one of the best versions of Mamma Mia she’s ever heard. As he gets to the first chorus she joins in.

They were just two slightly drunk young adults, singing in the street and if nothing else comes of his night she’ll always have this memory of unadulterated joy.

“You can sing,” he whispers and now it’s Luke’s turn to pull her to a stop with a hand on her arm and a look of wonder on his face. Julie shrugs a little and can feel her cheeks heating, but she keeps their eye contact and smiles at him.

“Only drunk in the streets.” Which is more true then he’ll ever know.

Luke opens his mouth to say something but she cuts him off by pointing over his shoulder at the building behind them.

“This is me.” She’s not sure what to do now, take her pizza and run? That seems a little rude, and unsafe. Julie’s not sure she can actually run in these shoes without falling. Luke looks over his shoulder quickly before looking back at her, blowing out a breath and nodding.

“Right, right.” He seems just as unsure as she is about what to do now, which makes Julie feel a little better about it.

“I should–”

“Can I–”

They both start at the same time and then Julie is laughing and Luke is huffing out a breath while a smile grows on his face. The only thing between them is a pizza box and she doesn’t miss the way his eyes keep flickering down to her lips.

“I can’t kiss you!” She blurts out, a hand quickly going up to cover her mouth and Luke’s eyes widen, taking a half step back, retracting his hand like he’d been burnt.

“That wasn’t– I– this–” Luke started stuttering, face going red and Julie quickly shook her head at him.

“That came out wrong! Fuck. I–” She curled her hands into fists at her sides, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them, “I want to kiss you, but I can’t.”

The shock on his face had softened at the start of her sentence only to morph into confusion at the end.

“You’re gonna have to explain this to me, Molina.” Luke still looks confused, but he’s still standing in front of her and that’s enough for her.

“I like you,” she dips her head as she says it, because Julie’s pretty sure she could really like him if given the chance, “but I’m no good at one night...things and you’re about to go on a tour and I’m stuck here and I just, I think– I think I’d like us to be friends. I think we could be really good friends actually.”

Because they’d only spent a few hours together and she’d laughed and smiled more in that time then she had in awhile. Luke was sweet and funny and had something to say about every song the DJ picked to play but sang along anyway. Which is why she doesn’t want to risk a friendship for one night in bed. The confusion on Luke’s face turns into understanding and the soft, slightly sad smile that he gives her tells Julie that she’s right. A friendship with him would be better than one really fun night.

“I get it,” and he carefully puts his hand back on her arm, squeezing slightly before pulling away. “And, for the record, I’m not very good at one night things either.”

Her heart beat sounds loud in her ears and it takes Julie a moment to refocus her thoughts. Friendship. No kissing. Friendship.

“Well, maybe if we can keep a friendship going until we next see each other we can try this moment again,” she waves her hand around them with a small laugh. They could probably keep a friendship going long distance, but Julie isn’t so sure that they’ll ever get a moment like this again.

“Deal,” Luke grins down at her and pulls his phone out of his back pocket and unlocks it, Julie raises her eyebrows at him when he holds it out for her, “In order to keep in touch we’re gonna need to exchange numbers.”

“You make a point,” she agrees, putting in her information and handing it back to him in exchange for her pizza box. “Text me when you get back to your hotel, okay? So I know you didn’t get lost.”

“Yes, boss.” His smile is a little teasing now and Julie shakes her head at him as she brushes past him to walk into her dorm. She’s half way across the road when stops in her tracks to turn back at him.

“Wait, I’m still wearing your jacket.” Julie stars to shrug the item off when Luke shakes his head, already starting to walking backwards down the street.

“No, keep it!” He shouts with a smile, “Means we’ll have a reason to see each other again and have another go at this.”

Julie just shakes her head at him with a laugh, watching as he walks away before tightening her grip on the box and finally making it into her dorm. She’s still got an essay to write and a pile of laundry to put away and magic in music is still missing, but she’s gotten herself a new jacket and a friend who she thinks could make her life a little brighter. So she’ll forgive and forget that she's home an hour later than promised.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #carrie wilson #willie #flynn #rosie vs writing #i just. really like making fake texts and igs and tweets lmoa #*fics

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cutietasja · 4 years ago

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Rewrite the Stars

What’s this?! A phinerb fanfic after a writing hiatus of 8 years?! Well, I hope you like this guys, it sure was fun to write again.

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It was a warm summer evening. The sky had a warm orange and pink color, sun bearably visible. Sitting under a tree in his backyard was a green-haired teenager, looking at the leaves that gently moved around by a soft summer breeze. He closed his eyes while feeling the touch of warm air against his face. He smiled, while his thoughts were drifting farther away.

“Hey Ferb!”

The teenager opened his eyes as he saw his step-brother walking towards him. His messy fire-red hair bouncing around as he walked toward him. Ferb couldn’t help but notice the boy’s freckles, it was like they were glowing on those soft cheeks. His heart began to beat faster.

“Everything is ready for our movie night!” Phineas continued while stopping in front of the teenager. “I’m just waiting for my favorite person in the whole world to come join me.”

Phineas was a cheerful 16-year-old genius. Although he was a year younger than Ferb, the boys were in the same grade together. But that never stopped him from his goofy behavior and endless imagination. Ferb on the other hand was more of a dreamer, his thoughts always far above the clouds. Yet the boys were inseparable, like two peas in a pot.

The red-head held out his hand, “You coming?” Ferb felt his cheeks starting to get warm. He hesitated but took the boy’s hand and got up from the ground, dusting off his shorts while clearing his throat.

“I’m there, just give me a minute.” He replied in his British accent.

“Don’t take too long, you know it’s my favorite movie!” He smiled as he already turned around, going to their room.

For as long as he could remember, Phineas loved romantic movies. Ever since ‘The Greatest Showman’ was released he saw it at least every month. And since it was at least a month ago he asked Ferb to join him. The British teenager loved spending time with his younger brother. But for some time now his feelings toward him have changed. Whenever he was around him he felt a kind of joy that was hard to explain.

It all started one night when the boys went out with their friends. They all gathered at a karaoke bar for karaoke night. It was something they loved to do ever since they were kids. After some songs and a lot of laughter it was time for the teenagers to go home. Baljeet and Buford first said their goodbyes ‘cause they lived on the other side of town. Isabella joined the two brothers, since she was their neighbor. They hopped on their bikes and left. Once arrived the girl hugged the boys goodnight and went inside their home. Ferb looked at the boy.

“I still can’t believe you two…” he sighed. “Why aren’t you guys a thing? You would be perfect for each other.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bro.” Phineas looked away while nervously scratching his neck. “I mean, yeah, she’s great and I like her a lot, but she’s like a sister to me.” Ferb noticed the always cheery boy’s smile fade away.

“Hey Phin, I didn’t mean to make you feel sad or anything.”

“It’s not that Ferb, it’s just… Ah forget it.” Phineas put his bike in the garage and went toward the door. Suddenly he felt a hand grasping his arm. He turned around with tears in his eyes. Ferb noticed them and got worried.

“Phineas, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.” he took the boy by his shoulders, trying to make eye contact, but Phineas looked away.

“I want to, believe me, but it’s not that simple… I need some time to think, that’s all.” the boy whispered. The moments that Ferb saw his brother like this were rare. If something was bothering the 16-year-old, Ferb was the first one to know about it, but never had he hesitated to talk about something. Ferb let go of the boy.

“Whenever you’re ready Phin… You know I’m there for you.” He paused for a while. “You know what, I’ll make us some hot chocolate just the way you like it!”

“Thanks Ferb-o.” Phineas replied. But as soon as Ferb passed him to go inside he crossed his arms, hugging himself and finding the courage the say the following words. “I… I think I’m gay…”. Ferb stopped and turned around, staring at the boy. “I know I can tell you anything, but I… I…”

“It’s okay Phin.” The green-haired boy stopped him, his voice calm and gentle. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you.” He said while embracing the boy.

“Thank you…”

Ever since that evening Ferb has been even more protective over the boy. But that’s not the only thing that changed. He washed his hands and grabbed some popcorn. When he opened to door to their room he saw his step-brother sitting on his bed.

“Took you long enough. Come on, the show’s about to start!” He said eagerly. Ferb smiled and went toward the empty spot next to Phineas and sat down.

They were a good few minutes into the movie. Phineas was singing along with all the songs. It was more of a performing show actually. Ferb laughed and sang along. A few songs passed and the boys calmed down a bit. The British boy wasn’t paying a lot of attention to the movie though. His eyes caught something more interesting: the boy next to him. He noticed his soft smile, the sweet smell of ice-tea on his breath, the stars in his eyes while watching his favorite movie. Ferb began to drift away in his thoughts again. He could feel his face get warmer, his heart fluttering with joy. Phineas shifted his position and brushed his hand against Ferb’s. His heart began to race and his face turned bright red as he moved shockingly a few inches further from him.

“Ferb, you okay?” Phineas noticed his sudden change in behavior.

“Yeah… Fine.” He lied. He wanted to tell him so badly what was on his mind right now. But how could he? How in the first place could he have these feelings for his step-brother? The boy turned away and began to bite his nails, a bad habit he had when he was nervous.

“You sure? You seem a bit… off.” The younger one moved closer and reached out to Ferb’s shoulder.

“It’s nothing…”

“Bro, if you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine with me…” He paused, looking a bit worried. He knew Ferb was more a man of action than words. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of the movie, shall we? The big duet is coming up.” He noticed. ‘Rewrite the stars’ was Phineas’s favorite song of the movie. It was blasting out of his headphones 24/7.

“Phin, you never told me why you loved this song so much.” Ferb wondered. Phineas turned toward him.

“What’s not to love about it?!” He laughed. “Next to the genius music that keeps stuck in your head all day long it’s the story behind it I love the most.” Phineas his cheeks turned red as he took a breath. “It’s about two people who love each other, but can’t be together cause of their lives being too different.” The boy stood up and turned toward his older brother. “But their love is so strong that they are willing to rewrite their fates, so they can be together.” He explained while hugging himself. Ferb couldn’t help but smile. He loved the way the red-head could tell stories, he loved the sound of his voice.

“Something like ‘Romeo and Juliet’?”

“Yeah, sorta, without the dying part though.” The boys laughed. Phineas sat down again and took a sip from his ice-tea. Ferb turned toward him and saw his chance to ask something.

“Phin, do you… Do you know the feeling of liking someone, but in some way you know that that feeling won’t work out?” His face turned red again, his throat became dry.

“I… I guess you can say that…” the boy’s smile faded away. He began to scratch his hand, which was a nervous tick he developed at a young age. “Why do you ask that all of a sudden?” He whispered, staring at his feet. Ferb looked away, a bit ashamed. What was he thinking? Now there’s no way back… What if he thinks he’s a freak now?

“It’s… It’s the movie I guess.” He sighed. “I mean, it’s complicated… There’s someone I’m longing to touch, to hold, to… To kiss…” he stood up and walked toward his bed, just standing still in front of it for a few seconds, before letting out a big grunt and landing face-flat on it. He turned his face toward the wall and took another deep breath before continuing. “These feelings are new to me, and they just, confuse me…” suddenly he felt weight pressing down at the end of his bed. He turned around to see that Phineas was sitting there. Looking at his hands, his cheeks red.

“I think I know what you’re going through…” he muttered. The eldest of the two turned around and pushed himself in a sitting position not far from his brother. There was something about this moment in their room, something that felt like heaven. Was it the final ray of sunlight coming through the window? Was it the music coming from the movie still playing? Or was it the feeling he got from the boy, that strange but oh so good feeling. Phineas turned toward him with a soft smile. “Close your eyes.” he asked, looking at him with his big baby blue eyes.

“What? Why?” Ferb was startled by that suggestion.

“Just… trust me” He whispered, eyes still locked onto his.

Ferb took a deep breath and did as his younger sibling told. His heart was racing. He felt shivers down his spine. What was he up to? He felt a soft breath coming closer to his face, and before he knew it he felt a pair of lips onto his. The sweet taste of ice-tea, the warmth inside him bursting out, his heart skipping a beat. Is this too good to be true? Just as sudden as he felt those soft lips on his, they were gone. He opened his eyes again, meeting with Phineas’s. The boy then looked toward Ferb’s hands and held them in his.

“Now you know who I like…” he confessed. The green-haired teenager smiled. The weight fell off of his shoulders. It felt like he could finally breathe again.

“You know… this is not gonna be simple…” Ferb whispered. “People are gonna think this is wrong. Not to mention mom and dad…” Phineas looked up to him, he couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s a risk I wanna take.” Phineas answered his voice soft as ever. He took his hands and placed them onto Ferb’s cheeks before leaning in for one more kiss. “Let’s rewrite the stars tonight.”

#phinerb #phineas and ferb #phineas #ferb #pnf #fanfic #cutietasja #love #coming out #confessing love #rewrite the stars #phinferb #phineas flynn #ferb fletcher

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zillyeh · 4 years ago

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Storm Season (1/???)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 1749

Content warning: N/A

Synopsis: Voss comes back from the fleet and makes a new friend. :)

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The docks of Delhon rarely saw fleet ships returning, but when they did it was so often for bad reasons. After all, returning soldiers tended to… shy away from reuniting with their lovely home city. For whatever reason.

Voschi watched the docks from a few streets up, the ship that just dumped him and a few others back to Alternia buzzing with trolls ready for liftoff. Cigarettes had been the first thing he’d gotten once his land legs were back, and this uphill corner store had the best vantage point. It was… bittersweet, to say the least. Not being allowed back. Ever. The nuisance he’d made of himself was apparently too much to keep around after his mysterious, doubly fatal accident. Not enough to leave him dead, though. He’d miss his position, the degree of respect he was owed. And maybe Vassal. A little.

Yet the freedom of being bound to pavement once more was… exhilarating. The rude, aggressive sounds of the upper city, the loud argument about something happening a few streets over… There was something beautiful about Delhon’s crust. Homey. Comforting. But perhaps that was the cigarettes- cheap lung rippers that he’d missed more than anyone he’d ever known here. It probably wasn’t good for him in the long run, especially considering his semi-recent recovery from some major head trauma, but it felt good now.

Right now, this was all that mattered, loitering outside this corner store with his bag slung over his shoulder. Worrying about the rest of his life wouldn’t do him any good, and yet... Did he still have a hive, even? He hadn’t been gone that long, but still… Considering the circumstances of his, er, discharge, he hadn’t exactly been set up with anything substantial.

“Spare a light?” Came a voice, shaking him out of his thoughts. It took a moment for him to realize that was addressed to him, and another to fully take in who it belonged to. His heart jumped, setting off his pulse in ways he hadn’t felt in a good long while.

A young-but-still-older-than-him anon. Clearly jade though, judging by the fangs. He had gorgeous, long curly hair, with a bit of chin… scruff felt too… low class for him, but that’s what it was. He was far too well put together for this part of town. Too… buttoned up and tucked in and shiny. Voschi’s mouth was almost too dry to answer him.

“You’re too pretty too be smoking.” He replied, more hoarse than usual. The troll laughed, his fangs shifting with his lips in an absolutely fascinating way.

“No would suffice, sweetheart.” He said, an amused smile perking up the corners of his mouth. “Suppose I’ll go have to buy another lighter, then…”

“Wait- no, here-” Voschi fumbled in his jacket pocket, thoroughly caught off guard by sweetheart. “Sorry, I just- here it is.” The troll held out his cigarette for Voschi, who struggled to remember how lighters worked for far too long not to notice. This guy was weirdly patient, at least.

“Thank you, baby.” He said daintily, with a flutter of his eyes. “What brings you to-”

The sudden, loud rip of the fleet transfer ships engine stopped the whole street as it took off from the water. Voss winced hard as it rattled his damaged head. Definitely wasn’t going to be missing that one any time soon.

“My, that answers that question.” Grumbled Voss’ smoking buddy, unfurling his massive ears from under his hands. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and blew out an annoyed cloud of smoke.

“Worse on the inside.” Voss snorted. “Believe me.”

“Going to have to.” The anon sighed, eyeing the ship’s ascent back to its mother, just barely visible in the thick atmosphere over Delhon. “Never had the luxury myself.”

“Quite the luxury.” Voschi said with a roll of his eyes. “They really roll out the pink carpet when they toss you back out, big ol’ thing. Lucky I could drag myself outta the adoring public when I did.”

“Oof, bitter are we?”

“Little bit.” Voschi eyed this stranger. The heel of his shoes made him just taller than him, and they were nice. Sexy. Expensive, as sexy often was. The stance was… relaxed, subtly intimidating, all too familiar. “Surprised you never been up though. You got an air about you, mister.”

“An air, sweetheart?” He asked, quirking a thick eyebrow.

“Authoritative type. You definitely been bossin’ people around for a hot minute.”

“Oh, have I?” The way he watched Voschi was careful, curious, perhaps a bit excited somewhere in there too. “I'd like to hear your theories.” Voschi scratched the scar on his chin and hummed.

“Lemme see… Not fleet, less you’re lying to me for some reason, in the wrong part of town to be the overlord of some office building even though you sure look like you could be. You could be a cop. Or a caverns overseer.”

“Caverns?” He interjected before Voss could pitch another guess. Voschi shrugged.

“C’mon man, it’ll take a lot more than a couple of grey contacts to hide the scent of jade. Fangs I coulda given you- if they were stationary. Plus jadebloods are always prettier, in my experience.”

The “anon” put his hands on his hips and clicked his tongue, looking somewhere between annoyed and impressed. Of course Voss was right, because rarely was he wrong. A sense of pride- smugness really- he hadn’t felt in a while bubbled up inside him.

“Fascinating. They let you go?”

“Gets annoying after a while, apparently.” He said nonchalantly as he could with a crooked smirk crawling up the side of his lips. “Got a smart ass mouth on me.”

“Oh I can see that, detective.” Mr. Totally Not Jade hummed, almost to himself. “Looks like someone tried to fix that too, huh?” Voss laughed and ran his tongue across that scar, the one marring his lip to the edge of his chin.

“This?” He asked, with a grin. “Yeah, got this one mouthing off to a cop down here a while ago. Mighta deserved it, but still wasn’t very nice.”

“Poor mouthy baby.” He tutted. “Well I do hope that mouth of yours doesn’t get you into any more trouble back planetside, sweetheart. Hate to see you all ripped up Mr…”

“Horjan. No, you can call me Voschi, Voss. Whatever.”

“Oh that’s pretty. Voschi.” The way he said Voss’ name made him shiver. Nearly blush, even. Maybe that was the weather, though.

“Uh, thanks, Mr…”

“Aarika.” Mr. Aarika said, extending a hand. “Mr. Aarika works fine.”

“Uh huh.” Voss said, shaking that hand and… not exactly confirming his blood color theory. Freezing hands like that meant one of two things, and he didn’t like Mr. Aarika for a fish. Though you could definitely fit fins in those ears of his...

“Rainbowdrinker?”

“Gracious you’re observant, Voschi.” Aarika said, daring to boop him on the nose. “Perhaps too much for your own good.”

“Had my hands on a couple of you before.” Voschi shrugged, feeling his heart beat just a bit faster. “Cadavers too, ‘bout the same temperature. Drinkers are warmer though. Slightly.”

“I can see how this could be annoying now.”

Voss laughed harder than he ought to at that. Mr. Aarika didn’t seem too awfully annoyed, but his smile was… less now.

“Sorry, been a while since I got a chance to flex the old mind.” Voss stretched his beanie down over his forehead a bit more, as much as his horns would allow. He could feel that new… feature of his starting to peek out. It was both ugly and didn't react well to the winter Delhon air.

“Oh it’s fine, sweetheart.” Aarika said with a wave of his hand. “I suppose you’re going to go use your powers of deduction for good now that you're back, hm?”

“Nah.”

“No? Then what on Alternia are you going to use that big brain of yours for?”

“Dunno what’s up with me after I leave this street corner.” Voss shrugged. “Kind been avoiding thinking about it, honestly.” Mr. Aarika tapped his chin, something of a pout pursing his pretty lips.

“Well that’s rather concerning to hear, honey.” He said, snubbing the butt of his cigarette out on the wall. “Back to Alternia and no place to go doesn’t sound exactly ideal. Especially in this city.”

“Mmh,” Voss hummed. “Don’t I know it.” He half wondered if that was revealing too much. Temporarily homeless and no plans felt far too… victim-y, especially now considering the circumstances of Mr. Aarika’s… diet. Alleged diet? There did seem to be some genuine concern furrowing his brow- or close to it. Hard to read that far into his honesty this early.

Aarika checked his expensive looking watch- diamonds? That felt far above a cop’s paygrade- and sighed.

“Well look, Voschi, I’ve got to go but I do hope you figure something out.” His fangs poked up when he bit his lip, seemingly unsure about reaching into his jacket pocket as he did so. Voss watched him curiously as he produced a… card?

“I like you.” He said, twirling the shiny gold thing between his fingers. “If you find yourself too out of luck you can call me, sweetheart. I’m sure we could figure something out.”

“Bit sudden, Mr. Aarika.” Voss said, quirking an eyebrow but taking the card regardless. It was thick and pale yellow with shiny gold accents. It kind of reminded Voss of a marble column. The text on the front said “Aarika” in fancy gold script, along with a couple different methods of contact. The back had a logo that he swore he’d seen before, but couldn’t quite place.

“Oh feel free to rip that up if my eagerness makes you uncomfortable, darling.” He said with a wave of his hand. “I just can't stand to see a handsome young man down and out.”

“Don’t think I’ll go quite that far.” Voss slipped the card into the pocket with his thin wallet. “Uh, thanks, though. ‘Preciate the offer Mr. Aarika. I’ll see what I can do for myself first.”

“Of course.” He said with a nod. “I do hope I’ll see you around regardless, Voschi. Ciao.”

“Uh, yeah bye.” Voss watched him leave, deeply fascinated by what the hell just happened. At least now he was certain about one thing. He was going to have to call Mr. Aarika at least once, just to hear him say his name again.

#Zilly drabbles #*never finishes twkoff*#Voschi tag #Voschi Horjan #Smiles tag #Mr. Smiles #Storm Season

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p0gue420 · 5 years ago

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~Live a little~ (Pogues x reader) Part 1.

Series Masterlist

Part 2 / Part 3

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n is always ready to run,from the cops,towards trouble,on an adventure,whatever she can get an adrenaline rush from.

Pairing: Pogues x Platonic!Reader

Warnings:Cursing,Etc. that comes along with the show.Mentions of cleavage

Word count?:1206

Contains:Platonic relationships,fluff,innocent flirting through reader and the rest of the Pogues. (Y/n is basically a girl version of JJ)

A/N:This is my first time writing (Please don’t judge,if there is something you think could help with my writing please let me know,I enjoy corrective criticism..),and I would like to make it a regular basis type thing ,so feel free to request for any of the characters you’d like.I also don’t see many platonic fics and I feel like I would enjoy making fics that don’t always have to be romantic(as well as some that are).I really want this to be a series to carry on all the way through season one and if it does okay,then maybe continue it in season two.

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“That's what,a three-story fall to the deck?” Pope questions watching the brunette haired boy dangle his right foot off the edge of the house.I watch from aside Pope ,but quickly move directly under John B.

”Jump bro,i’ll catch you!” I giggle making a cradle type shape with my hands. He sticks the tip of his index finger in his mouth sticking it in the wind to see which way it was traveling.“Hm-Should I do it?” Still with his foot sticking off the ledge.

“Yeah,jump.-I’ll shoot you on the way down.” Pope begins, pointing the drill at the other boy shutting one of his eyes,pretending to aim.

“oh you’ll shoot me?” the other boy uses his fingers to mimic Pope,a playful smirk on his face.“No balls!” I shout at the dark haired boy,

“you won’t,do it.”

”Oh and you will?” JJ finally chiming in.

”Yea,you wanna see.” I playfully bark back.Attempting to climb the bars to the top only reaching the first bar as Kie comes out of the house after exploring what is built of the house.

“Get down bub.” Kie says as she jokingly smacks my ass.

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers.”

I jump down wrapping my arms around her neck from behind her as she walks.

“Of course.Why wouldn’t they?” JJ rolls his eyes.

“This used to be a turtle habitat ,but who cares about the turtles,I guess.”

I squeeze her cheeks from behind her, mushing them together as I lean on her shoulder. “Sorry about the turtles,babe.” still with my hands on her face as she swats at them.

“Are you though?” JJ’s eyebrows raising knowingly.“Well...I can’t have cold towels, that would just be despicable!” Fake British accent coming out...Very bad one might I say.

Taking a quick glance at John B ,I notice he’s still balancing on one foot,with a beer in his hand. “Yo! Don’t drop that beer dude!” I climbed up to where JJ was sitting, getting behind him taking his hat.

”I’m not giving you another one.”JJ says, directing the statement at John B , “He tickles my sides as I try to give him a wet willy. “chill..chill.” I mutter trying to catch my breath from laughing,while I place his hat on his head.

I sit down beside him and lean my upper body in his lap as he begins playing with my hair.

”WOAH-Oh ,shit!” John B dropping his beer.”Of course you did-smooth.” JJ waves his hands dramatically “Right after you said it too.”I laugh loudly.

“Hey!”

“Hey,uh,security’s here.” Pope says almost as if it weren’t a big deal.

“You’re early today ladies!”I yell out to the security guards climbing down after JJ slowly.

“Lets go humpty dumpty.” the other boy climbing down after us. “Is that you, Gary?”I call out laughing maniacally at the fact that I could recognize the man.

JJ grabs my sides rushing me to jump down the railing.“Gary good to see you, man!” I yell teasingly. Kie playfully ruffles my hair nudging me in front but I stay in place next to JJ.

“You’re just asking for it Kid.”JJ bumps my elbow with a wide smile.

”Lets go!” I yell running in front of Kie,making me behind JJ. Laughing and loud wooping comes from us as we run from security feeling free.Moments like these are ones I cherish.

Having fun with my friends,and feeling on top of the world as the adrenaline pumps throughout my veins.We run down the stairs hollering out random noises playfully.At the end of the stairs JJ and I run towards one of the guards unknowingly.

“Hey!Stop!”

JJ dodges the man twirling around him heading back towards the rest of the bunch,me hot on his trail. “Not much of a hugger,man!” JJ laughs dodging another man,

“But,I am!” I jump on The man's back causing him to spiral before I jump over his head following JJ.

“They’re going out front!”

“Go, Pope!”

”GO!”

I pick up my pace ,catching up to the two boys.Pope jumps over falling onto his stomach in a coughing mess, JJ jumps over after . “Get up Pope.”

JJ helps me over the fence as I look back “Fatso’s coming!” I grab Pope’s collar and pull him up as well as JJ’s wrist to get them to start running.

“Come here you little pricks!”

John B intercepts our running ”Bus is leaving.” he states in a monotone voice. JJ and Pope jump in quickly.

”Yo I wanna have some fun.”I skip backwards watching as the twinkie begins driving forward.”Get in!” Pope yells annoyingly but I tell John B to drive a smidge faster

.”C'mere boy,Come on! you’re so close,Yes you are!” I yell out to the man acting as if he’s a puppy as he runs behind me out of breath.

”Ight slow down!Coming in for the landing captain!”

I run faster up to the sliding door.I take JJ’s outstretched hand,he pulls me up effortlessly.I wrap my arm around his waist, the both of our bodies hanging out of the van teasing the man before tossing him a beer.

”They don’t pay you enough bro” I laugh watching the man finally stop,”Y/n,stop.Stop.

”Kie says.I lean down kissing her cheek before sitting down beside her as JJ shut the sliding door.

“Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished.”

“Initiative’s a big word. Surprised you used it correctly.”I giggle having fun teasing the blonde boy.

“whatever.”JJ laughs laying his head on my stomach. “Get up real quick”I pat JJ’s cheek.

“Kie,My beautiful friend,my love,my favorite person in the world?” I smile looking at the girl as the boys playfully scoffed knowing I was only playing around.

“Yes,Y/n?”She looks at me questionably as I scoot in between her legs, sat on the bench behind the driver's seat.

“Can you pwetty pwease, braid my hair?”I give her puppy dog eyes ,shifting my head to see her face behind me. “Yes.”she says as she begins combing her fingers in my hair.

“Okay,you can lay back down now” I grab JJ’s arm pulling him to rest his head back on me once again.This time he lay his head on my chest,I play with his hair absentmindedly while Pope stares amusingly.

“You’re boobs are comfortable...” JJ says while closing his eyes.I shove him off me, pushing him away with my foot;

A chorus of “Dude”,and “really,JJ”’s being heard inside the van.”What?What’d I say” JJ asks, looking at everyone before trying to lay back down on my chest,failing as I pull his head into my lap instead laughing at the boy.

A/n:This was kinda short in my opinion,The other parts will be much longer considering how much you guys like it (If you even see it.:)I ended it kinda awkward ,idk give me advice please,about anything and everything.

#outerbanks #outer banks x reader #obx x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #kiara x reader #john b x reader #pope x reader #pope heyward x reader #rafe x reader #jj maybank x y/n #kie x reader #sarah cameron x reader #topper x reader #pogues x reader #pogues #madison bailey #rudy pancow #platonic reader

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imaginetonyandbucky · 4 years ago

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The Buy In

Chapter 10: Epilogue

by @dracusfyre

"I feel like you're going to try to sell me a time share," Bucky said, studying the bland conference room Tony had reserved. It looked like probably every other conference room Bucky had ever been, as if they were all ordered out of the same catalogue; beige walls, carpeted floor that had the feeling of being beige while actually having flecks of red and blue in it, and the tables and chairs with wheels on them so they could be moved easily. Tony had even pulled down a screen and to all appearances, was setting up for a powerpoint presentation.

"It's all about presentation, Mr. Barnes," Tony said. He picked up a clicker and a red dot appeared on Bucky's chest, then started moving around in what Bucky eventually recognized as a heart shape. "Gotta know your audience and what they'll respond to. Too fancy, and they'll be scared off. Not fancy enough, and they'll feel like they're being scammed. A hotel conference room fits neatly inside that middle ground."

"You've put a lot of thought into this," Bucky said. He glanced at the clock, saw that they had a few minute before people were supposed to arrive and dipped his head for a quick kiss.

"Well, yeah," Tony started, but then there was a knock on the door. Tony opened it to see that part of the security detail started bringing in the refreshments for the meeting, coffee and donuts and croissants and other breakfast-style food that people would probably pick at and leave mostly untouched. "Natasha helped," he continued, poking at the refreshments table and rearranging everything slightly. "She's better at that side of things, the headology, as she calls it."

"I can see that." Bucky watched Tony putter. Looked like Tony was nervous, which was kind of adorable. "So you can't even give me a sneak peak at what you're talking about today?"

Tony shook his head. "For right now, you're a potential investor, not my lover."

"Ok, ok," Bucky said. He realized he was following Tony around as he puttered aimlessly and made himself stop. "So I got to see KT today. Brought him his laptop so he could start catching up on homework."

That made Tony stop rearranging the plates and napkins and turn to Bucky with a smile. "Good! So that mean's he is doing well?"

"Yep. Should be out of there soon. Any update on Rumlow?"

Tony's smile turned evil. "From what I hear, he's had a run of bad luck lately, such a shame. He lost his service pistol, which, you know, big no no. And did you know someone stole his patrol car, spray painted it, and left something unmentionable smeared on the seats? Then did the same with his personal car, which was found laying upside down in front of his apartment building?"

With a force of effort Bucky kept his face blank. "Strange."

"Very strange," Tony agreed. "Insurance didn't even pay out, mysteriously enough. Apparently they had dropped his coverage the day before and he hadn't gotten the notice yet."

"Crime in this city is getting really out of hand," Bucky said seriously. "He's lucky it wasn't something worse."

"Oh it will be, give it time."

There was that smug look again that Bucky loved, and he started to sneak another kiss when there was another knock. This time the security guard was escorting people inside, a middle-aged Black couple that looked around cautiously, like they were expecting the conference room to contain something nefarious. Bucky straightened immediately, trying to look professional, and smiled at them as Tony welcomed them inside, calling them by name and offering them a warm handshake. There was a steady stream after that, until the conference room was about half full.

"Hello everyone, let's get started," Tony said, taking a head count and looking at the clock. "All of you are here because you either were recommended by a friend or a family, or I sent you a personal invitation. Thank you for being willing to join me today for this presentation, and please save your questions for the end. As you all know, my name is Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, and in this presentation I'm going to ask you for money." Tony grinned as almost everyone laughed. "Then I'm going to tell you what you're going to get for your money, and then I'm going to explain how you're not even going to notice that your money is gone."

As interested as Bucky was in the presentation, he kept getting distracted by watching Tony effortlessly charm the room, making eye contact with each person and joking just enough to keep people interested without derailing his speech. It was a warmer, more authentic show than what Bucky had seen at the Policeman's Ball and it made Bucky's heart turn over with affection as he watched. KT had been right when he said that the buy-in speech could make you a believer; not just in the astonishing amount of benefits that Tony offered to people who agreed to the buy-in, but because Tony's enthusiasm for the project was contagious.

"So why do you need our money?" One guy interrupted. "If you've got so much of it?"

"Good question," Tony said. He leaned against one of the tables, putting his hands in his pocket and crossing his legs at the ankle. "Yeah, the majority of the start-up money came from me. Since this organization is technically a nonprofit, I get to write it all off of my taxes, the way rich people often do. But I ask for your money because if I paid for all of it, then it would belong to me, wouldn't it? The whole point of this enterprise is to build ownership and equity in the community. You own the health clinic and the child care centers, the retirement homes and the apartment complexes. Not only does it mean you get to decide what to do with them, but it means that you start having a place at the same table that all of the billionaire developers and well-connected real estate moguls do."

"But the stuff about the taxes and stuff, where we just hand it all to you, that's tax fraud, isn't it? Which is illegal?"

"Well, yes, in a way," Tony said honestly. "You avoid paying taxes the same way rich people avoid paying taxes, by finding loopholes in the tax code and driving semi-trucks through them. But also, I'm the criminal, not you. If we get caught, I'm the big bad con artist that scammed honest folks like you out of your hard earned savings. There will be a class action lawsuit after the criminal proceedings, my lawyer will fight hard but not too hard to defend my assets, then they will eventually get divided up among all my victims in the kind of feel-good, good guys win story that is made for Hallmark TV. In the mean time, my job is to help the community fund the type of social welfare projects that the government should be doing but isn't, by taking from people who don't deserve it and giving it to the people that do. Which the government should also be doing but isn't."

"So this is like, socialism," a young woman said in accented English. "Instead of paying the government taxes, we give that money to you, and you like, do all this stuff with it."

"Pretty much. Grassroots socialism with a capitalist veneer. I like to think of it as stone soup, from the kid's story."

"But why?"

"Because it's the right thing to do," Tony said, like it was obvious. Bucky hid his smile in his hand and hoped he didn't look too besotted; he'd sat all the way in the back for a reason. "I don't know else to say it. Why should I have so much when others have so little? I give a lot it away, because there really are so many problems that can be solved by throwing money at them, but some can't. Some need systemic change, which means empowering people, which is what I'm trying to do. That's why it's a buy-in, and not a handout." There was still some obvious reluctance among the group, and Tony's smile turned a little sad. "Look, I get it. You are used to people promising a lot and not delivering. And you think this sounds way too good to be true, right?" No one really answered, but the way they kind of avoided Tony's eyes said a lot. "Let me tell you a story.

"So I've been donating regularly to the free clinic on 17th for a while now. A few years ago, there was a kid volunteering there because he wanted to go to medical school. But he was in a shit position - his parents made too much money to qualify for the grants and needs-based scholarships, but not enough to actually afford tuition or even qualify for good student loans. So the doctor in charge of the clinic emailed me and told me to do something useful with all of the blood money I was getting from Stark Industries, and so I did. I paid for his entire education, and he came back and is currently the head physician at the rehab clinic. So if you want there to be a catch, if you need there to be a catch so that you can believe what I'm telling you, then that's the catch - you have to try to give back at least as much as you were given."

There was a long, thoughtful silence after that, and Tony wisely let it sit for a while instead of trying to fill it with words. "You don't have to answer now," he said after a few moments. "The forms that you would need to fill out for the buy-in are right here," he added, tapping a stack of papers next to him. "Take one with you, and think about it. Any last questions?"

"Yeah, I got one," the young woman said. "I heard you stole Jeff Bezos' car, is that true?"

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A/N: If you enjoyed this story, come find me over at @marveltrumpshate where I will be participating in auctioning off TWO fanfics! One auction is a fic with art (with @massivespacewren) as WrenFyre and the other is a solo fic as Dracusfyre. All the money goes to a good cause of your choosing, so I hope to see you there!

#tony stark #bucky barnes #tony x bucky #winteriron #no powers au

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