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You Came Back - Jason Grace x Fem!Reader
summary: in which y/n tells jason grace something she thought she'd never ever say
warnings: cursing, emotional turmoil, heartbreak, mention of sex
genre: heartbreak/angst
word count: 826
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y/n heard someone shuffle through the door of the principia. they tried sneaking in, quietly, but it was a failed attempt.
"you missed it." she said, not even turning around, and continuing to organize papers. "it's over."
"y/n," he sighed. "i'm sorry, i'm so, so, sorry. i was at camp half-blood, and i lost track of time-"
"don't apologize to me." she said calmly. "apologize to the kids. they were upset when you didn't show up."
fifteen little kids, all between the ages of six and ten, wondering why their hero hadn't shown up to spend the day with them. fifteen little kids asking y/n, "where's jason?" with disappointment in their eyes.
"maybe, i can talk to them tomorrow? or maybe, thursday?" he suggested.
"tomorrow, we have a senate meeting. thursday, we've got paperwork due. the next date you can take the kids around new rome is in around two months." she said. "when did i become the organized one, grace?"
"i know, i know. i fucked up. i was with piper, and i completely forgot i had to be here. i came here as fast as i could."
of course he'd been at the other camp, with his other friends, with his other girl.
"they were so hurt, jason." she said, feeling upset on behalf of all the younger children. "they were so excited to finally have a one-on-one with their hero. just for me to tell them that you got caught up in some last-minute, saving-the-world shit. and still, they left with their feet dragging and their heads down." she said, finally turning to meet his blue eyes.
he looked ashamed. he should be.
"thank you, for protecting my reputation." he said. "but you didn't have to lie for me."
"what was i going to say? i knew where you were, you're always there. 'sorry kids, jason's at his other camp right now, he probably forgot.' or should i have gone with 'don't worry kids, he probably lost track of time because he's with another girl right now. he'll be back when he's done.'" she said, sarcastically. "c'mon."
she was extra pissy with him today. usually, it would just be, "it's alright, don't do it again" even though it always happened again. but today was different.
the principia door opened, and a group of young children stood at the door frame. there were four of them, two boys and two girls. y/n knew them, since she'd taught all of them.
"what're you kids doing out of bed?" y/n smiled, her voice softening.
"hey, jason's back!" one of the kids pointed out.
"yes, yes he is. but why are you bunch out of bed?" she laughed.
they shuffled forward, and gave her a cupcake.
"happy birthday y/n!" they said in unison.
jason's face fell to the floor.
"aw, thank you guys." she smiled, giving the kids a big hug. "real sweethearts, aren't you guys?"
after a few minutes of further talking, y/n walked the kids back to their cabins, and returned to the principia.
"oh my god. y/n, i'm so sorry-" jason started once again.
she chuckled. "y'know, in the ten years i've know you, and in eight and a half you were my best friend, i never thought you'd be one to forget."
"i'm so sorry. i can't believe i forgot-"
"i can." she said. "you seem to forget just about everything relating to this camp."
"that's not fair. that's not fair, i didn't want to forget." he said.
"i'm not talking about your amnesia. i'm talking about now. i'm talking about the missed senate meetings, and missed deadlines, and missed expectations." she said. "you've forgotten everything about this place and everyone in it. it's been this way since you came back. and you say sorry, but you don't change."
"camp half-blood is my home just as much as camp jupiter is." he defended.
"i waited a long time for you, grace." she started. "i waited for eight months. i waited for you while everyone else thought you were gone. i thought you were dead, but i still waited."
"i came back."
"you did." she agreed, feeling her voice break. "but, sometimes, i really wish you didn't."
they were standing face to face, but her gaze was to the side, while he looked at her.
"because i would rather spend the rest of my life wondering what happened to you than you coming back and not recognizing my face." a tear fell from her cheek.
"i would rather have lost you forever than knowing a ghost of you." she paused. "i would have rather lived in misery than grief ."
"you came back. you sure as hell did." she smiled. "but your body came back, not your character." her voice broke.
she could see the hurt in his eyes. they were both grieving.
jason grieved over what he had done.
y/n grieved over who she had known.
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The One That Got Away âACOTAR AU
Oneshot | warnings: angst | Azriel x Y/N
Summary; Y/N is Azrielâs best friend and a Valkyrie in training, she bears affection for Azriel, but the one she loves adores Elain Archeron, a far better match. . .
Note: this is an AU itâs not in the books.
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Y/Nâs POV
I love you. Is what Y/N desperately wanted to say to him. To Azriel, her best friend. That she, not Elain. Belonged with him. She had silently loved him for decades, he was perfect, he was so kind and thoughtful, he was so so perfect. Y/N had met him over sixty decades ago, Rhys had taken interest in her for her unique abilities. She was able to make maps, detailed renditions of the exact place, people and everything. It was like they were actually looking at them. It was a mirage of course.
She was taken under The Shadowsingers wing for the ability. He had found you extremely helpful when doing his Spymaster things. Over the years you two had grown closer, he had started to confide in you, talk to youâabout anything really, his job. Books he liked, his dreamsâand you had done the same. You both had found you got along with one another well. But over the years your affection for him was no longer platonic, but something more. You loved him, really. But for a spymaster he sure wasnât very good at noticing Y/Nâs affection for him. When heâd be training with Cassian and heâd take off his shirt. She would try and read but always get distracted ogling himâhis musclesâ She was practically drooling over him and everybody except Azriel noticed. Like whenever Y/N would be chatting with Feyre or Mor sheâd start talking about Azrielâso much in fact your friends had to basically shove something in her mouth to get her to shut up.
There was only one problem. Azriel was in love with Elain not her. Sheâd noticed ever since Elain had showed up Az had been spending all his time with her, oh. Y/N wanted to go get lunch with him? Nope. He was always busy, busy with her. A couple of weeks ago Y/N was celebrating her birthday and had invited Azriel, heâd never showed up. She had waiting hours for him, even after the party had finished and everyone had gone home sheâd still waited. Eventually sheâd given up and gone homeâsulking in her to big bedâthe next day sheâd gone over to Azriel to confront him, he was standing near one of the many balconies talking to Elain, storming her way over to the pair she turned to Azriel ignoring Elainâs presence entirely. âWhy didnât you come to my birthday party Az?â Y/N demanded. She watched as Azrielâs eyes widened slightly with surprise. He didnât even remember? âIâm so sorry Y/N I completely forgot, I had been talking with Elain and I mustâve lost track of timeâ Azriel said apologetically, But she didnât miss the way heâd said talking, Violet looked to Elain from the corner of her eye to see the female blushing slightly. Theyâd been kissing. Elain had been sticking her tongue down his throat. While she had been waiting at the party with eyeliner running down her face. She was beyond pissed at both of them. Y/N sucked in a deep breath fighting off the urge to claw the womanâs face off. âWeâre so sorry Violet if we had known it was your birthday we wouldnât have gotten distracted, once again were both so sorryâ Elain said. âSave it Elain. I donât want your petty excuses, just leave it.â She snapped.
âHey, thereâs no need to be mad it was a simple mistake. Besides the party wasnât that important anyway, we can just celebrate it some other time.â Azriel said, anger lacing his every word. She couldnât believe him, Wasnât that important? It was her birthday for fucks sake. âTo Hell with you!â Y/N said baring her teeth at him. With that she stormed off ignoring, Cassianâs confused look.
She barely made it to her apartment before breaking down into tears. She hadnât meant to say those things to them but she couldnât help it. How had she fallen in love with Azriel in the first place? And why had she pursued him even though he clearly didnât see her that way. She was about to go and hop in a nice warm bath when knocking appeared at the door, She walked over to it opening it as she wiped away her salty tears, looking up she saw Azriel standing there, what did he want now? âWhatâs wrong with you?â Azriel asked, oh, oh. âWhatâs wrong with me? Whatâs wrong with you!â She practically screamed. The audacity. She looked into his eyesâeyes so full of anger, anger that was directed at herâ she glared at him and he glared back. She was definitely not in love with him anymore, the thought made her tear up. Salty water streaked down her already wet face.
She looked at him again to find not even an ounce of pity or regret or anything apart from anger. That made her cry more, so she whispered âI canât believe I was ever in love with youâ Azrielâs eyes widened at that. He opened his mouth to respond but Y/N had slammed the door in his face, locking it before sliding down it. Until she was hugging her knees, sobbing. She briefly remembered frantic knocking on the door, she didnât open it. It eventually stopped. She got up and stumbledâbecause sheâd been sitting for so longâ to her bathroom, drawing a bath before stripping off her tear soaked clothes. She got into the boiling hot bath. Breathing in and out, her heart trying to regain a steady rhythm. After a while the bath water went warm then cold, her skin akin to a prune. Getting out of the slippery tub and drying herself off with the nearest towel. She barely put on clothes before she flopped onto her bed, bursting back into tears.
She woke up the next day in a daze, her pillow soaked. Her bed a mess. She rolled over on her bed, ending up on the floor with an âbitchâ Violet groaned. She got off the ground and sauntered to the little kitchen, popping on the kettle to make some tea. She started on some toast while she waited. After she had finished breakfast and gotten on some decent clothes. She stalked out of the apartment and made her way to the townhouse. Once she was inside she made her way to Rhysâ office.
She rapped a few knocks on the door before a âcome on inâ came from inside the office. She opened the door and walked in before closing it behind her. Rhys met her eyes from behind the desk and she knew he was aware of what had happened yesterday. âHeyâ she whispered âheyâ Rhys repeated. âCould I talk to you please?â Y/N whispered.
Azrielâs POV
Azriel felt terrible. Heâd felt terrible ever since those words had came out of Y/N mouth, Loved you. Violet had loved him. He hadnât talked to anyone since yesterday, no one, not even Elain. He had given Rhys a brief explanation telepathically. He had been throwing up non stop from guilt and shame. After a while he eventually got up from kneeling at the toilet. He changed clothes and wandered over to the dining room where he saw Rhys, Feyre, Nesta, Cassian and Emerie talking and eating, Rhys looked up from where heâd been looking at something and when he met his high lords eyes he immediately knew something was wrong. He followed Rhys out to one of the many terraces, âWhat happened?â Azriel inquired. âY/N leaving is what happened.â Rhys said gruffly. Leaving? No that canât be right. âWhy is she leaving?â âI think you know the answer to that question. You have cost me a very valuable member to our inner circle Azriel.â
He felt sick. What had he done? He had completely ruined a decades long relationship with his best friend all because he fell for another woman, he shouldâve known how sheâd felt. Heâd caught her staring at him on multiple occasions. When heâd put on a nice suit and she would just stare. And look starstruck. But he had just ignored it. âDo you know where she is?â Azriel said frantically, âback at her apartment probably if you fly fast enough you could catch her.â Rhys replied. He didnât say anything else before he blasted off the terrace and flew faster than heâd ever flown before. He practically slammed into the cobblestone road outside her apartment. He raced up the steps to her floor and slammed his fist against the door. The face thar greeted him when the door opened was not one he recognised.
Violetâs POV
She had been zipping up her bags when frantic knocking shook the door, she knew who it was before she even opened the door. Blue eyes met those of brownish gold, in the most steely voice she could manage she said âwhat are you doing here.â the surprise on Azrielâs face said it all; She had never looked at him this way. âIâm here to say Iâm sorry, I really miss you, Iâll stop seeing Elain. Please I just want you backâ Azriel said, but she could hear the lies dripping off the words. She did feel a little bad for Elain she hadnât meant to snap at her. âItâs too late Azriel Iâm leaving for the Summer Court now. Good luck.â She said simply then she winnowed her bags away before locking the door to her empty apartment and sauntered past a shocked Azriel before winnowing away to the Summer Court.
-Two Years Later-
Y/N couldnât believe it had two years now, it seemed like just yesterday she was working for the night court, drinking wine with Mor, bickering with Cassian. Reading with Amren, discussing painting techniques with Feyre. Having deep conversations with Azriel. Discussing fashion with Rhys. Laughing with Nesta, tending to the garden with Elain. Although she regretted what had happened with Azriel, she had stayed in touch with the inner circle. She had started talking to Elain again via letter. A few months ago she had sent a letter to Azriel to say she was sorry for the things she had said to him and that she wished him well. She had a lovely villa by the beach and now worked for Tarquin, she had met a nice man a year ago, she was now engaged with a baby on the way. She wished she had handled it better with Azriel but the past was the past.
The End.
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|all i need and more|
tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader
warnings: toxic themes, smut (18+), love making, semi rough sex, praise kink, housewife! reader, dom!shuriri, fluff at the end:)
translations: xhosa: meholwni-hello, sthandwa-my love, yintoni engalunganga-whatâs wrong, masikugcine sithandwa sam-let us take care of you my love, usana-baby
summary: shuri and riri have been missing out on important milestones in your marriageâŠbut they try to fix it :)
âgoddess y/n, queen shuri has ordered me to tell you that her and ms williams will be late for dinner tonight. she is also waiting on hologram as we speak. would you like to speak to her?â you sighed out of frustration. âyea griot. thank you.â âmy pleasure.â the ai said before showing shuriâs sweet face.
âmholweni sthandwa. iâm sorry about tonight. me and riri ran into a problem.â she said sadly. âyea i understand shuriâŠis that all?â you said dryly, causing shuri to look confused. âyintoni engalunganga, y/n?â shuri asked. you took a deep breath before speaking.
ânothing shuri. i have to go, see you whenever.â you pressed a button on your kimoyo beads to hang up the call. you let out a disappointed huff as you began to put dinner away.
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it was now later at night and you were watching an old sitcom from the 90âs. you stuck a few chips in your mouth as you laughed at the jokes that were told. your laughter was interrupted as the front door opened, revealing an irritated riri, and a tired shuri.
âoh wow! look who decided to come home.â you said sarcastically, turning your attention back to the television. ây/n we just worked 12 hours straight. could you give us a break please?â riri said as she took off her shoes. âririâŠdo you even know what day it is?â you asked, looking at her expectingly.
âitâs wednesday y/n.â she said confused. you laughed in disbelief. âok. shuri do you know what day it is?â shuri said the same thing as riri, causing you to shake your head. âgriot, whatâs today?â you asked the ai.
âtoday is the anniversary of you, ms. williams, and the queenâs marriage, goddess y/n.â you thanked griot and looked up at shuri and riri. their faces feigned realization as they listened to griot.
âo-oh- y/n baby i-â you cut riri off. âno! i donât wanna hear it. all the other times i let this shit slide because i know how hard you guys work. but our anniversary?!?! really?!?! you missed christmas and my birthday and a gave you a little leniency, but this, i canât. the one day for all of us and you miss it. i honestly canât do this.â
you began to walk upstairs before riri and shuri stopped you. ây/nâŠwe are so sorry. we lost track of time! we didnât mean to hurt you.â shuri said, rubbing your arm. riri stepped as well. âiâm sorry, ma. i completely forgot. me and shuri were so caught up in work that we didnât even think about our anniversary. how can we make it up to you?â you shook your head and continued to walk up the stairs, shuri and riri right behind you.
âhonestly, thereâs nothing you can do or say right now. i just need time. let me sleep it off.â you got curled up into bed, laying your head your pillow. âcome on, usana. there has to be something we can do.â shuri said as she and riri climbed into bed with you.
âi think i know whatâll cheer her up, shuri.â riri smirked, sliding her hands up your shirt to feel your plump breast. adding to the pleasure, shuri began to grind on your back side, her hands slipping into your panties. riri hungrily kissed your lips and shuri made hickeys all over your neck. âmasikugcine sithandwa sam.â shuri said huskily in your ear, causing you to let out a quiet whimper.
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you laid between shuri and riri, both of them giving you amazing sensations. they both laid on either side of you, riri rubbing your swollen clit, and shuri pumping in two fingers.
âoh my god!â you gasped. âplease donât stop!â riri and shuri chuckled at your pleading. âweâre not gonna stop mama, just keep cumming for us.â riri said as she rubbed your clit faster. âare you gonna cum again sthandwa? cum for us baby, make a mess for your wives.â shuri said, pumping her fingers faster.
âw-wait! itâs too much! t-to m-much!â you cried, overstimulation getting the best of you. âcome on, ma. just one more then shuriâs gonna eat that pretty pussy. donât you want her tongue deep inside?â riri teased and shuri felt you tighten up.
you saw nothing but white as your orgasm hit you like a train. âoh there we go! let it out usana!â shuri said as she continued to move her fingers at a fast pace, making you squirt. âoh yea thatâs it! keep squirting for us ma!â riri said as she rubbed your clit vigorously. you could couldnât control your moans as your orgasm reached its peak.
finally, riri and shuriâs hands stopped, causing you to relax. âyou did so good for us, usana. color?â shuri cooed as she kissed your cheek. âgreen.â you whimpered, still sensitive from your orgasm. âalright, ma. we need you to cum for us one more time, then weâre done, ok?â riri asked, causing you to nod.
shuri slid down between your legs, placing your thighs on her shoulders. âyou ready, usana?â shuri asked, rubbing your thigh gently. you let out a faint âyes.â before she dug in. your hips bucked as you felt shuriâs tongue flick your clit.
âmmmm shuriiii!â you moaned as her tongue dipped inside of you. the way she skillfully moved the wet muscle around your pussy made you see stars. to top it all off, riri was whispering dirty things in your ear, making things all the more pleasing.
shuri moaned into your pussy as she felt you clench around her tongue. âare you about to cum? mama? gonna make a mess for us?â riri said into your ear, making you whine. âyes baby iâm gonna cum!â you moaned loudly, as your release began to seep into shuriâs mouth.
you grabbed her hair as you began to grind against her face. âfuck! iâm gonna cum again!â you screamed, making shuri and riri moan.
âoh shittt!â your body shook uncontrollably and your eyes rolled back into your head. you fell back against the sheets as shuri emerged from in between your legs. âgood job sthandwa. gimme a colorâ shuri spoke softly. âg-green.â you choked out as you caught your breath.
âyou did so good, baby.â riri mumbled into your neck. shuri patted your thigh lightly with a smile as she got up. âiâm gonna go get us some water, then we can all take a bath together.â she said before she walked downstairs. âi love you, ma.â âi love you too, riri.â
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Chapter 5: The Bonfire
Soft footsteps thundered down the staircase. Three sets padded along until they met the threshold of the kitchen and Feyre finally caught sight of the noisy intruders.
âWeâre going out,â Cassian announced. Feyreâs face must have shown her confusion as Cassian came over, ruffling her hair. âArcheron don't tell me you forgot what tonight is.â
âWhat's tonight?â She squeaked.
Azriel looked her over with raised brows as he grabbed a jug of cold water from the fridge. âTwo Sundays until Christmas?â
She racked her brain for answers. Anniversaries? Celebrations? Birthdays? Feyre's birthday was the 21st but she couldn't think of any others coming up. She shrugged her shoulders, her mind a blank space.
âBonfire?â Rhys prompted.
Oh. Oh.
The bonfire that occurred annually, two Sundays before Christmas. The very exclusive party on the beach. She had completely lost track of her time at the summer house. Over a week had already passed yet it felt like a blink. It felt like just yesterday she was sitting in class, waiting for the bell to ring and the summer to begin.
âThat's tonight?â
âI'm surprised you forgot. After all, it is the girl's movie marathon night.â It was like cold water had been dunked on her head. She also forgot that. forgot that she had these girls' nights because she was never invited to the bonfire. not that she couldnât go, She was on the list after all, but rather, the boys never invited her, never wanted her to come.
âAh yeah, of course, how could I forget,â she plastered a smile on her face, she was sure it wouldn't fool anyone but as long as they didn't look too close everything would be fine.
âHave fun,â she said over her shoulder as she rushed to the lounge. She sat on the lounge until she heard footfalls walk up the hall, the front door open and close before she rushed up to her room.
She picked up her phone and messaged Mor immediately.
7:34 pm Feyre: U free?
7:34 pm Mor: Y am I hearing from u on movie-marathon night?! Everything ok?
7:35 pm Feyre: No marathon tonight, going to the bonfire.
Morâs face illuminated her screen. Feyre pressed the green button, Mor's bubbly voice coming through immediately.
âYouâre going to the bonfire? Since when?â Mor's screen blurred as she placed her phone somewhere, allowing Feyre to see the fluffy red dressing gown she gifted Mor for her birthday.
âSince right now,â Mor opened her mouth but Feyre cut her off. âI need you to help me pick an outfit. I know I'm majoring in a Fashion Arts degree but I still need my best friend's help now and then.â
Mor smiled. âAlright, Fey show me your wardrobe.â
Feyre sighed, moving her phone to somewhere that allowed Mor to see as Feyre flicked through her clothes. She passed through item after item until she reached a black dress. The black dress. She knew this was the perfect one and if Morâs gasp was any indication.
âThatâs the one. I told you that dress would come in handy.â
Feyre chuckled. âYouâre right, it's the one.â She walked off into her bathroom, mindless listening to Mor talk about the party she went to last night with Emerie. As she walked out of the bathroom, she heard Morâs squeal as she walked to the full-length mirror. âYou look hot.â
She really did. The dress flattered her body, the material hugged her curves. It was short, but not too short and gave a hint of cleavage. She paired it with a gold chain and pearl necklace that rested on her clavicle.
âSo youâre really going to forget about your lifelong crush on the boys?â That broke her from her reverie. She didnât want to think about the boys right now but she couldnât ignore Mor.
Feyre sighed. âIâm not ever going to forget about them butâ itâs time for me to move on. The feelings I want to be reciprocated were a fantasy, a dream. Iâm going to focus on myself for a while.â
She turned around to find Morâs smiling face on her screen. âIâm happy for you Feyre. Now go have some fun,â she paused to grab something. âOh OH, and donât forget to tell me how it goes. In detail!â
Feyre chuckled, taking her phone in hand. âI promise I wonât forget a thing. Love you, Mor.â
âLove you too Fey.â
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As Feyre walked down the stairs, she could hear the beginning of Christmas movie music playing in the background. She approached the lounge room and saw her mother and Rhiannon cuddled up on the couch.
âMum, Rhiannon, I'm not joining the movie marathon tonight as Iâm going out with the boys,â she lied. Feyre felt slightly bad lying to her mother and aunt but she couldnât exactly point out she was going out alone at night.
âAlright honey, have fun. Be back before midnight,â Feyre walked up to her mother, placing a kiss on her cheek. She offered Rhiannon a smile which was returned as she left.
Feyre walked out of the house, closing the door behind her and began her long journey to the bonfire.
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The light was what caught her attention first. The raging flames so in contrast to the soft waves just off in the distance. The people were next. So many bodies. Sitting, standing, swaying. Moving to the beat of the music, the crackling of wood, the rolling of waves.
Feyre hadn't realised just how many people would be at the bonfire. This many people made her nervous, her earlier confidence vanished. She felt absurd in the dress, hastily pulling on the hem.
Auburn hair flashed in her peripheral. Eris. Only the self-proclaimed king of parties.
âArcheron is that you?â Eris swaggered up to her.
âUm y-yeah,â she stuttered.
âArcheron!â He laughed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as if they were old friends. She barely knew him. She once attended a summer camp with her friend Lucien and on pick-up day, she met Eris. She was surprised he remembered her. âDamn, when did you get hot?â
âUhâŠâ
âFeyre?â She turned her head, hazel eyes met her own. Eris released her and she stumbled towards Cassian. âWhat are you doing here?â He asked. She noted the concern in his eye as she reached him.
Something white and hot flared inside her. âSince when do I need your permission to do something?â she snapped.
âYou donât. I just thought you wanted to watch Christmas movies with our mothers.â
âDid you give me any other choice before you decided what I wanted?â She watched as his eyes widened and he struggled to speak. Feyre rolled her eyes as she grabbed his drink, gulped it down and handed the cup back empty.
Cassian still hasnât said a word so she huffed in annoyance and stormed off to admire the fire. One good thing might come out of this night and she would spend hours creating. She could already feel her excitement, her fingers longed to hold a brush.
The flickering flames illuminated faces around the fire. Some she knew, many she didn't. Her eyes wandered around the flames until they settled on black hair and drifted down to violet eyes. Eyes that were suddenly staring back at her own. She caught a glimpse of a sudden hand movement but it was too late. She has already seen the hand that was casually placed on another girl's thigh.
The damage was done. How could she ever believe Rhys would be interested in someone like her. Mor was right, she did look different but it would never be enough for him. For them. She may have given up on her fantasy but the truth still hurt. If Feyre was honest with herself, she knew coming tonight and wearing the little black dress wasnât only for her, she wanted them to realise she wasnât a little girl anymore but as always, her plan backfired and put a hole through her heart.
Rhysand stood up so fast, she wouldnât be surprised if he had whiplash. His mouth opened and closed, words seemed to fail him. She turned and walked away, her eyes burning with unshed tears.
Only to bump into a hard chest. She glanced up, taking in his beautiful features. âFeyreâŠâ Azriel whispered. The sound of his voice only made her more upset.
âFuck off Azriel,â she said as she pushed past him. She walked and found a place hidden but still insight of the bonfire, a place to collect herself and her thoughts.
The crunching of sand pierced through her wandering mind. A male with deep brown skin, shining white hair and turquoise eyes approached her.
âLady Stars?â he said. He had a voice that was rich and warm, it reminded her of soft sand on the beach and the sparkling water of the ocean. âLord Summers,â he casually bowed at the waist.
âExcuse me?â Feyre's brows furrowed and her lips turned slightly down. A lord something? Who did he think he wasâŠ
âNo, no, I was Lord Summers from sixth grade Lords and Ladies day,â Feyre still didnât understand what was happening. âI danced with you during the ball. We were Lord Summers and Lady Stars.â
âOh, yes, I remember you! You read that poem as your creative piece.â
Feyre watched as his cheeks flushed with colour. âAh yes that silly poem,â he muttered, hand absently rubbing the back of his neck
âIt was a beautiful poem,â he glanced up, she smiled struggling to rein in her laugh. âReally. The part about the crabs and the zebrafish salsa dancing was an interesting addition,â she chuckled at the memory. The poem was ridiculous but absolutely adorable.
He began to laugh with her, his cheeks still as red as a rose. âMy real name is Tarquin.â
âIâm Feyre,â she smiled at him and he returned it. He didnât move from his spot, almost as if he was unsure of himself. âYou can sit down if you want.â Tarquin's eyes shone with relief, his posture relaxing as he sat next to her.
They sat in silence, listening to the waves crash against the shore. âAre you new this summer?â She asked, breaking the silence. Feyre hadnât seen him before but then again she didnât tend to look before.
âNo, no Iâm from here. Are you?â
âNo, Iâve been coming up to Velaris since I was a baby.â
âWhat? How have we never met before? I would have remembered you,â Feyre blushed at his obvious compliment. Then again at her obvious lack of social interactions during her many summers in Velaris. She had been preoccupied with the Asra brothers.
âI mostly stick pretty close to home. It might be because I donât really know anyone other than my family,â she finished, only just realising how that sounded.
Tarquin bumped her shoulder with his own. âWell, now you do,â his smile was as radiant as the sun, and she couldnât help but smile back. She met his bright blue eyes, unclouded by shadows and filled with light.
Her mood dampened as her mind drifted to what happened before. âHey, did everyone see the fight?â
âUh, sort of.â
Feyre placed her head in her hands, the heel of her palm rubbing circles into her eyes. âGod he can be such an asshole as can the other two,â she whispered.
âWere any of them your boyfriend?â he asked, he seemed genuinely curious.
A laugh blubbed up and out of her chest. If only the brothers looked at her in some other way, then maybe the statement could be true but she didnât want that anymore, she didnât want her life to be focused around them. A male had taken all her focus once before and it had ended in tragedy. âNo, they are my mother's best friend's sons and I stay at their house every summer,â she said. âTheyâre just mad that I came to the bonfire,â she huffed a frustrated breath, her hand dragged through her wild curls.
âWell I'm really glad you came,â he said as he glanced towards the deep purples and blues that filled the sky, the dark water its reflections. Tarquin glanced back at her. âIt's getting late, I don't want to leave but I have to be up early in the morning as I intern on a whale-watching boat,â he paused, he seemed hesitant about his next words. âIt would be really, really nice if you came.â
âIââ
Loud sirens blared through the calm scenery. Everyone around the bonfire dashed off. Tarquin grabbed her hand and led her through the greenery of the beach, every now and then hiding behind bushes until they reached a car park filled with everyone from the party.
Tarquin didnât let go of her hand as they walked through the carpark. She walked past a familiar car before she realised who it belonged to.
âFeyre?â She looked through the open window and met hazel eyes. Azriel was staring at her, then his eyes flicked to Tarquin, his gaze sharpened. âFeyre, let's go. Get in.â
âUh, actually I was going to get a ride home with Tarquin.â
âNo, you're not going to get in a car with a guy you just met.â
âExcuse me? First Cassian, now you? I can make my own choices and for the record, we met in sixth-grade lords and ladies day so we arenât total strangers.â
A drunken voice piped up in the back of the car. âFeyre is coming home!â Rhysand slurred, eyes half-lidded, followed by Cassian's mumbling.
Azriel rolled his eyes. âOkay, no offence Tarquin but Feyre is coming home with us. Her mum wants her home,â Feyre glared at Rhysand, Cassian then Azriel, her mouth opened to snap back at his poor excuse.
The words died on her tongue as Tarquin brushed his hand up her arm, drawing her attention away from Azriel. âIt's okay, Feyre. They're just looking out for you. I can't fault them for that,â he slightly drew her away from the car. He took a deep breath, his eyes downcast to her lips. âI would really like it if you came on the whaling boat I intern at. It leaves at dawn every morning,â he offered with a blush, his hand rubbing the side of his neck.
She hadnât felt the urge to kiss someone this strongly in some time. So she listened to her body and kissed him. Feyre stood on her toes, brushing her lips against his. He absently rubbed his hands down her arms as he deepened the kiss. His lips were soft as they glided over hers.
A car honk broke them apart. She glanced over to the car, three sets of eyes were glaring murder at Tarquin. He didnât notice, choosing to ignore them for her. âYes, I would love to come. Tomorrow?â
âTomorrow,â he promised with a smile that could rival the sun. She placed another quick kiss on his lips before she got into the passenger side of the car. Azriel promptly started the car, she rolled down the window as she waved to Tarquin. She started thinking that maybe this summer wouldnât be so bad after all.
Chapter 6
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âMy best friendâs weddingâ - Chapter Two
Pair: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Modern AU. On the night of their college graduation, Steve and Y/N made an agreement: if when both of them were 30 neither had gotten married, they would marry each other. Three weeks before their 30th birthday, Steve calls Y/N to tell her that heâs engaged. Having been in love with Steve all along, she is going to do all that is in her power to win Steveâs love.
A/N: Loosely based on the movie of the same name.
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âI called because I met someone.â
All air left you, and you forgot how to breath. You started to walk backwards in order to sit down on your bed, but you heavily miscalculated the position in which your bed had been for the last couple of years, and you collapsed on the floor.
You were quiet for a while. Trying to focus on the slight pain you felt in your rear from having had fallen on the floor. Your silence prompted Steve to inquire, âY/N? Are you there?â
You started to get up from the floor, answering in a monotone, âWell, thatâs great. You havenât really had anybody since that awful Rachel RobinsonâŠâ This time you looked at the bed before you sat down.
âY/N... Iâve never felt this way about anybody!â Never. He never felt that way about anybody. Which meant⊠Were you hyperventilating? âAnd sheâs so right for me!â Oh, no. So right for him? âHer name is Sharon, she is a masterâs student in architecture at MIT, and has just finished a semester abroad in Italy.â A masterâs student?! What was she, 23, 24? She was a girl! He was a 30-year-old man! Almost anyway. âShe is so smart! And funny! And she is the sweetest person I have ever met in my life!â There was complete adoration in his voice. It deeply unsettled you. âI met her a Saturday that I was at the Centrale Montemartini, and when she passed me, she made this intelligent observation, just to herself, but I heard her, and I just knew that I had to strike up a conversation!â
âSince when do you start conversations with random people?!â He had always been hopeless making conversation with people he didnât know! You remembered how awkward he was when he asked you to partner with him all those years ago.
âI know, thatâs so not me. But I just felt this⊠Pull towards her. All shyness, all qualms were gone. And she didnât find me a weirdo for approaching her, I still canât believe it! We just started walking through the exhibition, talking about the art, about the exhibit design, and soon we were talking about everything! Literally everything. We totally lost track of time, and we had to be told the museum was closing! But I wasnât ready to tell her goodbye yet, so I asked her to have dinner with me. And she accepted it!â Of course she did. âAfter dinner we just kept walking around Rome, all night long, talking.â Oh, no. Rome had to be the most romantic city on the planet! Even you knew that, and you didnât have a single romantic bone in your body! âAnd when the sun rose, while we were sitting in the Spanish Steps, I just... Knew!â You wanted to ask him exactly what he knew, but he just kept talking, not giving you an opening. âAnd I donât know how, but this wonderful woman just felt exactly the same about me!â Of course she did! Itâs you, you moron! Youâre perfect! But you obviously didnât voice that. âI was kind of intimidated when she told me her background, because her dad is like this billionaire who owns this huge business empire, and you know how Iâve always been uncomfortable around rich people...â
âYe-â
However, he didnât let you finish the one syllable word. In his love infused state he kept going. âBut her parents are so down to earth, such wonderful people-â
Now you just had to interrupt him. âYouâve met her parents?!â This was all going way too fast.
âYeah! They had made plans to spend some time with her there, after school was over.â
There? That caught your attention. âWhat do you mean there? Arenât you in Rome?â
âNo, my specialisation ended last Friday, I got back this morning.â
âYou told me when your specialisation would end, but you also told me you were going to spend a couple of extra weeks in Italy, getting to know the place, appreciating the art...â
âThere was a change of plans. Weâre getting married. Next Sunday.â Had Steve stuck a knife into your heart and twisted it, it would have hurt less. You couldnât breathe. You couldnât think. You were all despair. Your world was crumbling down and you couldnât even voice it. âY/N? Y/N, are you there? Y/N?â
You didnât even know how many times Steve had called your name, but eventually, it was that that made your brain start working again, somehow. âSteve, you canât possibly be getting married next Sunday! You just met this girl! How is that responsible?â You got up again, pacing your room furiously, and probably sounding furious too.
âResponsible? Y/N, if you had only met her, you would understand! I havenât been more sure of anything my whole life! I canât wait for you to meet her! Youâre gonna love her!â You shook your head vigorously to yourself, since he couldnât see you. âBut I need you, Y/N. I need my friend to help me through this.â There was so much feeling in his tone. He genuinely needed you. âIf you canât come and hold my hand, Iâll never get through this. Thereâs so much going on, so much to do. Please come, please.â Well, if he couldnât get through it without someone holding his hand, maybe he shouldnât be doing it!
âSteve, IâŠâ What were you going to do?! âSteve, I donât even know where you are!â
âBoston. Her family is from here, and the wedding will be here.â As you didnât say anything right away, he went on. âI know you got work, but since your classes are over until September, for you wonât be teaching any summer courses, I thought that maybe you could find some time in your research schedule to come and be with me. But I understand itâs a lot to ask of you, for you to just drop everything in New York to come and be with me.â
He truly needed you. You could hear it in his tone. Besides, if you were to put some sense into his head, you would have to be with him. You had to make him understand that getting married to a girl he barely knew was absurd. Nonsensical. He knew you were the one for him, you just had to make him remember it. And remember he would by spending time with you. So, you did what you had to do. âCan you pick me up tomorrow at the airport?â
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After you ended your call with Steve, you threw your phone to the side and collapsed face first on the bed. You buried your face on your pillow and screamed. This was a nightmare. A total and complete nightmare. And you had just a little over a week to handle it. Having some difficulty breathing properly with your face on your pillow, you turned around, caught your phone again and texted Bucky. âJames, you are a duckling idiot!â You didnât even see that the autocorrect had changed what you had written before you sent the text.
Suddenly, your doorbell rang. It was probably Professor Pym, your elderly neighbour from downstairs, who also happened to teach at NYU, and who seemed to hate you. He would constantly bang on your door to complain about your noise. Your feet were too loud, your TV was too loud, your dating was too loud⊠(There was no dating, there was you and Bucky usually watching TV or playing either Super Mario Bros. or Jenga. Although, the both of you were highly competitive playing Jenga). So you just assumed that the cherry on top of your night was Professor Pym complaining about your scream, which you thought you had managed to muffle pretty well. But when you opened your front door, it wasnât Professor Pym on the other side, it was Bucky.
Before you could ask what he was doing there, and how he got into the building, he spoke, âI had not a clue about it.â
You scoffed. âYeah, that much is clear, James. Youâre clueless!â
But he didnât answer to your sarcasm, he just dropped the bag he was carrying on the floor and hugged you. You were never comfortable with physical displays of affection. From pretty much anyone. But there was something about displaying affection with Bucky that never bothered you. It actually comforted you deeply. His hugs always soothed you, no matter what had happened. When he finally let you go, you asked him in a small voice, âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâm here because the love of your life just told you he is marrying another woman. I am here to feed you comfort food, and listen to you, because youâre my friend.â
Gosh, he knew exactly how to be there for you. Steve had probably called him before he called you, and Bucky knew you would need someone. You were overcome with emotion and felt like crying. âThank you, Buck.â
âOh, weâre back at Buck now, are we?â He bent down to pick up the bag and marched to your kitchen.
âWell, you did come back to my place after having dropped me here just a little over an hour ago, already having had to put up with me during dinner, and after a full day of work.â You said as you followed him.
He put the bag on the kitchen counter and turned to face you. âDarling, I never put up with you. I like spending time with you. Youâre my friend.â His tone was so soft, so caring.
The urge to cry was there again, so you changed the course of the conversation as you sat at the kitchen island. âHow did you get into the building?â
âPym was getting in when I arrived and let me in,â he said as he went around your kitchen grabbing plates and spoons.
âReally?â That was surprising.
âYeah. He did tell me to keep it low, though.â
You rolled your eyes at your neighbourâs antics. You were both quiet for some time, while Bucky prepared you a plate with a brownie and a spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream, your favourite. He put the plate in front of you and proceeded to prepare one for himself.
After having a bite of the dish, you asked, âHow can he be getting married, Buck?â You sounded so small, but you had no strength to scold yourself for being weak, like you usually would.
Bucky sighed and sat across from you with his own plate. âI really donât know, darling. Iâve never seen him act like this before, so impulsively. I told him heâs being reckless, that he doesnât really know that girl, but he keeps saying that when I meet her, Iâll get it.â
âIâm not giving up on him, Buck.â Your voice was stronger now, determined. âIâm flying to Boston, and Iâm showing him I am the woman for him, not that total stranger he just met.â He just looked at you, chewing quietly. You continued, âI have to, Buck. I wouldnât forgive myself if I didnât even try. I canât just let him be taken away from me without a fight.â
âI wouldnât expect anything else from you, darling.â
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The next morning, Bucky drove you to JFK. He had a deadline to meet the next morning, so he couldnât go to Boston with you. As he pulled to the curb, he gently suggested, âWhy donât we have a drink? You could catch a later fl-â
You interrupted him straight away. You didnât have time for this, even if you were a nervous wreck. âIâm a busy woman, Barnes. Iâve got a little over a week to break up a wedding, and steal the brideâs fella!â You stopped yourself and inhaled deeply. You couldnât just snap at him, he was just trying to help. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Itâs just that⊠You said so yourself, Steve and I have been dancing around each other for a decade, he knows her maybe five seconds!â You started to nervously tug at the outer seam of you left jeans leg. Bucky put his own hand on top of yours, to stop your tugging, but didnât say anything. He just gently started to rub the top of your hand with his thumb. âIâm gonna bring him back, Bucky. Against all odds, you know. Because if I donât...â Your voice cracked. You proceeded to turn your hand so your palms were touching, and intertwined your fingers. âIf I donât, I gotta live with it forever.â You finally looked up from your connected hands and turned to face him, smiling sadly. âThank you for dropping me off.â You then leant in and kissed his stubbly cheek before leaving the car.
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Phone Call Anxiety
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: None
Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: When wanting to make quality merch, one needs a quality team there to produce and work on quality ideas. Great minds think alike. Great eyes see alike and great hands make alike - the three keys to the formula of creating a clothing line that will be fashionable and up to his brand. Luckily, Corpse knows just who to call.
Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, I absolutely loved the idea! Sorry youâve had to wait for it to be turned into a fic for so long, but I still hope you come across it and give it a read in which case I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy â€
Heâs not a fan of phone calls. Anyone who knows him even remotely is very well informed on Corpseâs distaste for phone calls and upholding a conversation over the phone. Heâd even go as far as to say talking to a person face to face is less stressful for him than that previous option.
But still, seeing as how the person heâs trying to reach lives in a different state and is rather busy all the time, arranging an IRL meeting is basically impossible at the moment, and sending her a text results in running the risk of having the text overlooked or completely lost in the sea of notifications she probably gets on the daily.
Therefore, a phone call was his only proper way of reaching her. And itâs whatâs got him pacing the room with his nervousness peaking. He doesnât know anything about this girl, nothing concrete at least. He was referred to her by Jack who brought her up in their passing conversation when Corpse mentioned how paranoid he was regarding his upcoming merch project. He specifically stated he doesnât want anything basic and he wants the clothes to be fashionable, suitable for anyone no matter the age or gender and to be endurable. With all the love he has for his fans, he doesnât want to give them anything less than what they deserve - the best.
âMy friendâs the person youâre looking for.â Jack said enthusiastically and confidently, âShe helped me design the latest merch line I put out and Iâve never been more satisfied with my own merch. Iâm planning on offering her a position in Cloak for her birthday. Make sure not to let that one slip out if you give her a call though.â He warned half-jokingly.Â
Bottom line, with that kind of intro, Corpse couldnât help but let his interest be piqued. And so, he asked for this girl - Y/Nâs contact info from Jack before he went to surf through her social media where she thankfully posted plenty of pictures of her creations, never failing to mention specifications in the caption of each picture so the viewers would get the perfect and most detailed idea of how high the standard for her work is.
And so heâs finally managed to talk himself into dialing her number thatâs been sitting in his phone for weeks now. As he paces his living room, his nerves chewing him out like a dog would with a toy, listening to the ear piercing ring of the dial waiting to get picked up by the girl heâs trying to reach.Â
Just then, Corpseâs head turns so that his eyes meet the glowing red numbers on his digital clock on his desk and he damn near hangs up the call right away - itâs half an hour past midnight. Fast as lightning, he removes the phone from his ear, his thumb flying over to press the red âend callïżœïżœ button. Just then, a faint âhelloâ reaches his ears, coming from the phoneâs speaker. Sheâs answered the call.
He hurries to put the phone back up to his ear.
âHey, sorry for taking so long to pick up, I ought to clean my desk eventually cause my phone was literally BURIED under a pile of papers.â A cheerful sing-song voice rattles his stale and sleep deprived consciousness, as if awakening him from a half-dream state. âYouâre either a wrong number caller or a last minute client, arenât you? Need something done urgently?â
Corpse is taken the hell aback by her strong and downright awing first impression. Not to mention her energy at an hour unsuitable for calls. Lord knows he wouldnât have picked up if her were in her spot. With the intention of not wasting any more of her time than necessary, he hurries to explain his situation. âY/N, right? Um no, Iâm neither actually. I was told about you by a friend, he said you were a real miracle-doer with fashion design.â He trails off for a second, not completely sure of how to hold this conversation, âUh, sorry for the odd timed call, I lost track of time. Iâve been meaning to call you for hours now but I...I was nervous.â He cringes the second the word leaves his lips, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He doesnât know why he wants to leave her with a great, better than realistic impression of himself but he does and as of now he deems his attempts as ultimate failures.
He hears her giggle from her end, rifling through what sounds to be papers, âYeah, Iâm her. And boy is it refreshing to get someone whoâs calling with an actual purpose.â She sighs as if a weightâs been lifted off her shoulders, âAnd donât worry about the phone call anxiety. Makes two of us, to be honest.â
This catches him off-guard. The last thing heâd expect is for this girl to have phone call anxiety. In fact, she appears to be a natural, God-given talent at carrying conversations and upholding chit-chat with people. Maybe heâs a little too quick to judge - probably, considering heâs âknownâ her for less than five minutes and knows nothing but her occupation, her name and the state she lives in - but that bubbly persona she greeted him with gave off the impression that itâs immune to any and all kinds of social anxiety - or anxiety in general. To hear such an honest and counter-to-assumptions confession on her part rattles him a tiny bit. In a good way though.
âHow does that work for you? Isnât your whole job depending on your phone conversational skills?â He doesnât mind that he didnât phrase that too perfectly or that he straight up blurted it out. He knows heâll be understood. Sheâs obviously a person who understands. Not just something specific, but everything. She simply understands. How he drew this conclusion and how accurate it is, he may not know until further notice.
âWell...â she sighs as if genuinely looking to give him a proper answer, âYou see, after doing it for so long and having been caught off guard quite a few times with some absolutely absurd orders, Iâve grown prepared of literally ANYTHING and I have a line prepared for anything the caller has to say. I just no longer let them catch me off guard and itâs fine. Helps avoid any possible awkward silences.â
Corpseâs eyebrows shoot up, her explanation only raising more questions rather than providing answers. But heâs not gonna be the annoying dumbass asking those questions at close to 1AM and bugging her. After all, if she agrees to this partnership, theyâll be hearing and potentially seeing a lot more of each other soon. âImpressive, honestly. Youâre gonna need to teach me sometime.â Heâs unaware heâs smiling until he catches his reflection in the window. However, he doesnât bother hiding it. This conversation is actually making him feel good, serving as a reminder that heâs not the only one who periodically goes through turmoil over small things.Â
She giggles again, this time the sound manages to draw a blush out of him, coating his cheeks, âIâd typically stray for revealing my secrets to professional success, but Iâm willing to make an exception for you...â she pauses for a second as though sheâs just now remembered something, âOh shoot, I donât even know your name.â
He wheezes out a nervous laugh, realizing he never introduced him, âOh yeah, sorry, thatâs my bad. My nameâs Corpse, nice to meet ya.â
âNice to meet you too, Corpse.â Y/N replies, sounding pleased but teasing simultaneously, âNow tell me, you didnât call me about my phone call secrets, did you? What may be the real purpose of your call?â
Oh shoot, he himself almost forgot what he was calling for. Luckily, the reference designs displayed on his computer screen remind him. âRight, well, Iâve been thinking of launching a new merch line either this month or the next, depending on how long the procedure will take, and I needed someone great on my team to make some merch actually worth the money people are paying for it. And, as I said, I was told you were in that âsomeone greatâ category.â
âTold by who, if you donât mind me asking?â She briefly cuts him off, her voice now giving away the fact that sheâs half-absent-minded in this conversation, added evidence be the ruffling of more papers on her end.
âJack. I mean, Sean. You know, Jacksepticeye.â Corpse explains, contemplating whether he shouldâve ratted Jack out like that. Hearing the sound of delight Y/N lets out eases his worries ASAP though.
âOh Gosh, I havenât seen that cutie in so long! Heâs like a brother to me so a friend of Jackâs is a friend of min-â this time she cuts herself off so abruptly Corpse thought the line was cut or she hung up on him. She doesnât let him wonder for long though, âWait, wait, wait....Merch? And youâre friends with Jack?â She pauses for a second once again, once again not a long enough second for Corpse to speak up. âYouâre a famous YouTuber, arenât you?â
He was completely unaware of the fact Y/N hadnât realized he was someone famous yet. In fact, he didnât think of it because he thought it wouldnât be a big deal to her considering sheâs friends with Jack-fucking-septiceye! In his mind, his ranking is far lower than Jackâs - despite that mindset being absurd - so the last thing he expected was for her to have some sort of impressed reaction to have been talking to him on the phone this whole time. Hell, she doesnât even know his full YouTube name or what kind of content he produces.
âWAIT!â She shouts urgently, startling him a tiny bit, âYouâre Corpse Husband, arenât you? Oh my God, yes you are, how didnât I put it together sooner? Ah crap, I really need more coffee for this.â
âNo! No, you need more sleep.â Corpse hurries to correct her but is very clearly ignored or overlapped with the many sounds that are coming from her end, âWhat are you doing?â
âYouâre getting the first rough sketch of a design by tomorrow morning.â She says, taking a sip of whatever beverage sheâs acquired for the purpose of keeping her awake, âYou go ahead and get some sleep, I know exactly what Iâm doing. Donât worry about it.â
âIâm not worried about the design.â He hurries to say before she, God forbid, hangs up on him, âItâs 1AM, woman, you need sleep! I donât need those designs done by tomorrow. Hell, I donât even need them this week!â
âYou donât, but I do.â Y/N says, sounding almost breathless because of what seems to be overwhelming excitement, âYou donât get it - Iâm designing merch for Corpse fucking Husband! You have any idea how crazy that is?â
âI personally would say itâs underwhelming. I mean, Iâm no Pewdiepie, after all.â He says, now sat at his desk with his free hand rubbing his temple as he stares at the designs heâs pulled up on his screen, ones he probably wonât need given that heâs now working with a professional.
âOh, shut it.â She chuckles, âShut it and get some sleep, ok? Iâll talk to you in the morning.â
âNoooo...â He leisurely stretches the word, âTell me, Y/N, do you have Discord?â She clicks her tongue instantly, giving him a signal that the question heâs asked is bordering into the territory of ridiculous. He playfully rolls his eyes, âAlright then, lemme find you. If weâre partnering up on this, weâre both staying up.â
âYou know you can just straight up tell me you donât fully trust me with this? Like, I wonât be offended, I get it.â She murmurs in-thought, the sound of clicking evident on her end.Â
âYou know you can just straight up tell me you donât want me bothering you and want me to leave you alone?â He mimics her statement, smirking to himself as he pulls up Discord, knowing heâs already won.
She huffs and tells him her Discord info, quickly adding a small comment, â...but only because great minds think alike. I know weâll be getting along on this design pretty nicely.â
âYeah, yeah, right, sure, whatever you say.â He laughs, âAccept my friend request and letâs drop this phone call.â
âHey! - um, before we do that, I just wanna say a quick thank you.â Y/N murmurs quietly, as if half-hoping he doesnât hear her.
âFor what?â Corpse asks, his brows furrowing, unsure if theyâre on the same page about this gratitude.
âFor never once triggering my phone call anxiety.â She admits, âI mean, I know I said I have lines prepared for every conversation scenario possible, but you totally caught me off-guard.â She giggles a tiny bit, now sounding dangerously close to nervous, âBut, not in a bad way, if that makes sense. Sorry if it doesnât, I need more coffee.â
âNo, no, it does!â He hurries to reassure her, âIt really does. And thank you too. Thank you for, you know, tolerating my BS at this hour. God knows I wouldâve ignored your call if our roles were reversed.â
He hears her scoff and canât help but laugh, âHuh ok, I see.â She says, sounding greatly triggered and mock-pissed at his confession, âIâll make sure to think of that next time you call me after midnight. Or at all, ever.â
Laughing his butt off, the only thing Corpse can think of in this moment is:
Damn, this girl and I are gonna get along
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In Health
Batmom!Reader x Batfamily
Warning: Angst, Angry Tim Drake
Note: I knoooooow it's been a while since I wrote this series and I actually have finished it a while ago. Just figure I want to share the rest. Enjoy!
Masterlist, Previous Chapter
You bit the inside of your cheeks, your eyes travelled constantly to the watch on your wrist. The iced coffee you ordered fifteen minutes ago already half gone. Metropolis was bright and sunny that day, the weather was warm and nice. A welcomed contrast to gloomy Gotham with its perpetual cloud.
The coffee shop Lois had told you about was buzzed with hungry patrons, considering it was almost lunchtime anyway. It was a breath of relief that nobody would recognize you on the first glance, something you had learned fairly quickly since Bruce had publicly claimed you years ago. If you went somewhere with shirts and jeans and nothing shiny, nobody would recognize you that you are Y/N Wayne.
You glanced into your watch again for the millionth time that day. Was the request to meet up too much for them? Were you too harsh on them back in the days? Itâs unusual forâ
âHey, oh my god, weâre so sorry. Our meeting last longer than we expected.â
Lois suddenly came into frame. Behind her was a slightly disheveled Clark, eyeing her behind his glasses hesitantly. Something sank at the bottom of you stomach by the sight alone, perhaps you were indeed way too harsh on him.
âItâs alright, I didnât wait that long anyway,â you mustered a white lie as you gestured them to take a seat across yours. âHowâs Jon doing? I miss him coming over on the weekend.â
âHe is fine. Clark and I bought him a video game console on his birthday and all heâs been doing was glued his eyes on the TV,â Lois rolled her eyes fondly at the topic of her own son, something you've been doing for years since you are a mother too. âHow are the kids?â
âI figure Jon had been talking about his video games with Damian. He asked me if he could buy one just yesterday,â you laughed. âThe kids are fine, per usual. Dick and Jason had been a little busy with their job, so they usually only come over on the weekend. Damian tried to woo me into adopt another pet again last week, Cass been practicing ballet a lot lately, and Tim... well... itâs been a little tough for him to fill Bruceâs shoes in the company but heâs doing well so far.â
There was a little shift in the air after you finished. Lois subtly adjusted her seat, silently sent a look towards her husband who looked a little too nervous to be comfortable. It would be funny to see Superman himself squirmed on his seat if the reason behind it didnât left a bitter aftertaste.
âLunch?â you swiftly opened the menu book to dissipate the growing tension and gently shoved it into Clarkâs lap. âItâs on me.â
The lunch was surprisingly normal and calm, the thought of the dreading event was swept away underneath the nonexistent rug. Lois had been talking about the newest article she was writing about and Clark was obviously waltzed around carefully to not touching the superhero business, and you played your best to ignore it.
âLois, Clark,â you started as everyone finally finished their lunch and the empty plates were taken away. âI am here to apologize for what I have done... three months ago. And what I might have said.â
There was silence hung in the air as Lois and Clark shared a look together. It was Lois who immediately reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. âHon, you have nothing to apologize for. We understand, you wereââ
âIt was still rude and uncalled for, and my circumstance was a mere explanation. Especially to you, Clark,â you rolled your shoulders slightly to face Clark better, eyes fell into the balled fist on his lap. âYou were only trying to explain, but I shut you out. I know you lost your best friend too that night and I am so sorry I didnât try to reach you out sooner.â
âY/N, itâsââ
âNo, no, itâs not.â you breathed shakily. You had prepared your best for this inevitable conversation, but still unaware how painful it could be. âBruce wouldnât want me to act that way.â
Silence now had fallen completely and the air had shifted drastically. The only thing that grounded you from withering away and succumb into your own thought was Loisâs thumb gently stroking your wrist. Clark was stunned silent on his seat, the gears on his mind worked twice harder than it usually did in past three months. Nothing had prepared him for this conversation.
âY/N, I forgive you. I already had long ago. I understand completely, and I would probably act worse if I were in your shoes,â Clark breathed out. All the tension in his shoulders that hinder him in the last forty-five minutes had dissipated into the thin air.
âThank you,â you lifted your eyes to meet his. Sometimes you forgot how unnaturally blue his eyes were, cold and calculating, even though the corner of his eyes and the smile lines soften it out. It almost reminded you with Bruce. âCan you... can you tell me what happened that night? You were there with him, didnât you?â
Lois and Clark shared another look, something told you that both knew what you didnât. âAre you sure you want to hear this now?â
âI need my closure, Clark. And Iâd love to know which son of a bitch that take my husband away.â
Clark told you everything in vivid details, the hairs on your shoulders stood in dread by the explanation alone. He talked about the League mission, the warehouse, and the explosion that had killed Bruce and suspected blown his body into unrecognizable tiny bits. By the time he was finished, you were close to tears, and was pleasantly surprised you didnât weep your heart outs right away in a public place.
âOne question,â you wiped the stubborn tears that started to well on your eyes. You mustered a silent thank you as Clark offered his handkerchief. âWas Red Robin there? Was Red Robin called for backup?â
âI canât remember. What about him?â
You took a sharp breath, the image of Tim weeping on your lap and repeating his apology played inside your mind like a broken movie. âHe obsessively investigating his death, saying it was his fault it happened in the first place.â
Lois tighten her grip on your hand and squeezed harder. It wasnât a secret that your son was bad at letting go and coping with loss, but it had been a huge toll to knew he blamed himself for it. Clark sent you an apologetic look, and you were surprised that you didnât dread the look.
âIt wasnât his fault. It was supposed to be an easy investigation, an in-and-out mission. Nobody could come prepared for the explosion,â Clark reassured you, although it was addressed more to Tim instead of you. âThe machines...â
A sudden rang from Clarkâs phone interrupted his words. He watched it rang briefly before let out a dreading, long sigh. âIâm so sorry, but I really need to take this.â
You smiled reassuringly. âGo on.â
Turns out, Lois and Clark had been called for another meeting and had to cut their meeting short. Lois had hugged you tight and drop a promise to come over by weekend for dinner. Clark left a lingering touch on your wrist, his eyes widen as if he had come into a realization he hadnât before, but he left before he able to muster any single words.
The ride back to Gotham was long and tedious. The traffic had made the trip an hour and half longer than it was necessary, but the sunset at the horizon was a sight for sore eyes. The chance to catch a beautiful sunset was close to zero in Gotham, so you preserved the moment as much as you could. A little part of your soul wished Bruce could witness such sight with you.
You arrived right before dinnertime, the manor was surprisingly quiet, spared for some noises Alfred made in the kitchen as he prepared for dinner. One thing about Wayne household was silent wasnât a good thing, and one should be suspicious if it happened.
âWhere are the others? Itâs eerily quiet.â your head popped up in the kitchen. âAlfred, it smells delicious. Are you making Shepherdâs pie again?â
âMiss Y/N, I would really appreciate it if you didnât surprise me like that anymore,â Alfred deadpanned. âYes, I am. How was your meeting?â
âIt went well. I... I finally get the explanation I deserved,â you sat across the kitchen island, your bag fell into the floor as you did. âThank you for convincing me into reaching out to him.â
Alfred pressed his lips together into a pleased smile. âYou have found your closure, I assumed?â
âI donât know about that, Alfred,â you admitted. âBut it was great to finally know what happened and not left in the dark. Maybe it was a good step for me.â
âI believe so, Miss Y/N.â
âAre those teas for the kids?â you shifted the topic away into a tray full of teacups and biscuits. âWhere are they?â
âAll of them are cramped together in Batcave, I believe. Master Damian had asked me to brought them some teas.â
âLet me take it to them. You can continue bake your Shepherdâs Pie again.â
Alfred was hesitant, but he nodded away and shoved the tray into your embrace. It had been long overdue for you to step back into the Batcave anyway, figured this would be a great time for you to go back.
You forgot how much you hated the perpetual coldness the Batcave seemed to persistently have, no matter how many efforts everyone had put years ago into make this place warmer and comfortable. The sound of your children bickering with each other filled the cave and it made you smile, for all of its worth, you had always admired your childrenâs tendency to find things to argue about.
It was until the sound of fist slammed against the table that stopped you in your track and wiped away your smile.
âStop it, Timbers, stop this fucking bullshit!â Jasonâs voice roared, followed with the ear-ripping screeches of bats that had been awoken from their slumber by his roaring voice alone.
âI am telling you the truth!â Tim said heatedly, which was alarming. You quickly hid yourself in the shadows between the costume displays, finding yourself a better spot to watched your children without being known. âWhy canât you believe me?â
âLook at me in the eye and tell me that was not a fucking bullshit!â
âTim, bud, come on. You need to stop. This isnât healthy,â Dickâs concerned voice chimed in between the heated stares Jason and Tim exchanged. Your heart sank from that words alone, Tim must had investigating again. âYou have us. We can get through this together. But not like this.â
âTT. Drake, you have started to creep me out,â Damianâs equally concerned voice, albeit masked with his usual scowl and sarcasm, piped in. âAlso, you look like you hadnât sleep since you were born.â
âThanks for the flattery. But listenââ
âStop it. Stop. Shut your mouth!â Jason yelled again. His finger intimidatingly pointed towards Tim, his eyes filled with rage and frustration. âHave you heard yourself talking?â
âWonât you all give me a fucking minute to explain myself?â Tim stood from his chair; his fist crumpled together into a ball clenched on his side. It was such an eerie sight to see him so worked up like this. âCass?â
You saw Cass silently shook her head. She sent Tim an apologetic smile as Tim groaned in frustration.
âWhy none of you would just listen to me?â
âTim, there is no way in hell Bruce is still alive!â
The roar that came from Dick was eerie, but it was his words that split your world into half. You didnât realize the tray had slipped from your grasp until it clashed with cold floor, your gasp was masked with the loud clang of the tray hitting the floor and the sound of teacups shattered into pieces. All eyes followed towards the sound, and all were surprised to spot their mother was there.
You saw from the corner of your eyes that Dick walked towards you. His shoulders were tensed, his eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and anger. But your eyes fell on Tim whose eyes widen in horror upon realizing that your unknown presence was lurking all these times. You could mentally see the guilt that slowly seeped through his initial shock, the blue in his eyes waver slightly with the swirling guilt. You walked towards Tim, and from the look on his face alone, you wondered if you looked as if you were about to swallow him whole.
âMom...â Tim croaked.
âMom, itâs alright. It was nothing.â
âMa, letâs go upstairs. Itâs dinnertime, you never like it when weââ
âTim.â The firmness on your voice effectively silence your two oldest sons out. Your hands gently placed on Timâs shoulders as you shut your eyes and counted from one to ten. âTell me everything.â
âW-what?â
âTell me everything you know. Tell. Me. Everything.â
âMom, I donât think you should see it.â
âHe was my husband, Tim. I deserve to know.â
Tim pressed his lips together, his eyes travelled up slowly before he let out a sigh. âJust tell me to stop when it gets too much.â
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ARB Birthday Special: Kaoru Shinozaki
~~ September 15th ~~
âThere is no great genius without a mixture of madness.â
Login Lines:
âOh, why are you giving me a present? The date? It's September 15th. Wait a diddly darn minuteâŠâŠIT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!"Â
âI was so busy working on my latest invention these last few days that I completely lost track of time!â
Voice Lines:
"Hey! I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22! Sorry but I just had to make the reference!"Â
"Dang I'm one year older. Next thing I know I'll be getting arthritis and grey hairs."Â
"Another birthday without them. Papa, Mama, Nii-san I hope you're proud of me even if this was never what you'd imagined I'd be doing."Â
"Sweet! A gift from Yuriko! I wonder what she got me?"Â
"Eeeeeek! You got me the Driver from the new Kamen Rider show! I love it! Thank you so much, Yuriko! Now let me test it out! *places it around her waist and poses* HENSHIN! Hahaha! Sucks, it's just a toy though. *snaps finger* Oh I just had a great idea! Let me see if I can make an actual working Driver. Oh, this is gonna be so fun."
"I didn't mean to forget Kanra! Hey, wait a minute! Kanra you're too excited to hug me right now! *crunch* K-K-Kanra you gotta let me go before you break my spine!"
"Kanra, you didn't have to bake me a cake. Wait, did you just say it was coffee flavored? I will let you know right now that I am not sharing it. Oh right. Did you get me a gift too? Kanra, the cake was enough. You got me a Hatsune Miku figurine! Thank you! It's going on my shelf with others!"
Yuriko Lines:
"I'm not entirely sure how you forgot but Happy Birthday Kaoru. I hope you enjoy the gift I got you."Â
"I know you're a big fan of the series so I got you the transformation belt the main character uses. *pauses* I know that look on your face. What's going through that brain of yours? What do you mean by a 'working Driver'? Kaoru, where are you going? Kaoru Shinozaki, you better not blow up the city's electrical grid again!"
Kanra Lines:
"Hahaha! I can't believe you forgot what today was Kaoru! *hugs* Happy Birthday to the best big sister in the world! Eh? Kaoru? Ah, I'm Sorry!"Â
"Kaoru, I made a cake for your birthday! It's coffee flavored since you love the stuff so much. I can't have coffee and Yuriko-san prefers tea so yeah it's all yours. I got you a little something too. I had to pay back what you got me for my birthday. I saved enough money to get you the figurine since you're a big fan of Hatsune Miku."
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Swapped
Summary: When you lose your grandfatherâs pocket watch, you pick up a strangerâs compass by mistake.
 Word Count: 1096
 Square Filled: Steveâs Compass
 Pairings: Steve x Reader
 Warnings: Maybe the tiniest bit of angst if you squint
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 When your grandfather passed away, one of the things he left to you was his pocket watch. It was worth quite a bit of money but to you, that didnât matter; it was the sentimental value that was important to you. Your grandfather received it on his 21st birthday, he carried it throughout his time in the army and because of that watch, he met your grandmother. The watch held a picture of her inside. You carried it everywhere with you, keeping it in pristine shape. Your grandfatherâs pocket watch was your most prized possession.
...
 One afternoon, you were in a big rush to catch a particular store before they closed. You were in such a hurry, you didnât notice when a person walked into your path, causing you to collide, sending both of you to the ground.
 âOw...â the man groaned.
 âOh my gosh! Iâm so sorry!â
 You scrambled to your feet to help the stranger up. He smiled sheepishly and got to his feet. You were both dusting yourselves off when you realised you were missing something. The pair of you searched the ground in a panic before picking up your lost items with a sigh of relief.
 âOh, shoot! Now Iâm really late!â you cried, running off once more. âSorry again!â you called over your shoulder.
...
 Later that day, you took out your fatherâs pocket watch to check the time when you realised something. The photo of the woman inside the lid was not your grandmother... and this was a compass. Panic rose in your chest. Why did you have this object? You suddenly remembered your collision earlier in the day. This compass must have meant just as much to the man as much as your compass meant to you. He would be long gone from the place you bumped into him but you knew you had to return it to him.
...
 Steve had a bad day. He didnât sleep well the night before meaning he didnât get up in time for his usual morning jog, nor did he make it to his favourite diner before they stopped serving breakfast, the training session with Nat later in the day had been brutal and to top it all off someone in the park ploughed into him. Steve didnât really blame the stranger but he was tired and cranky. Wanting to feel a little better, he took out his compass to look at the photo of Peggy only to find not only was this not his compass but the woman was not Peggy. Why did he have this pocket watch? The abrupt crash in the park with the stranger entered his mind. He must have picked it up then by accident. Maybe Stark could help him track down the watchâs rightful owner using facial recognition or whatever it was they used nowadays.
...
 Using the newspaper clipping as a clue to the mystery womanâs identity, you were deep into your research, completely forgetting your original mission. Peggy Carter truly was an amazing woman with incredible accomplishments. She was definitely the type of strong female role model you looked up to. You jumped as your phone rang, the sound pulling you from your thoughts.
 âHello?â you answered.
 âHi. Um... is Y/N L/N?â a maleâs voice asked on the other end of the line.
 âYes, it is. Who may I ask is calling?â
 âMy name is Steve Rogers. I think we bumped into each other at the park... literally.â
 âOh, itâs you! Iâm so glad you called. I have been doing research to find the rightful owner of the compass... how did you get my number?â
 âI have a friend who helped me track down any living relatives of the woman in the compass. I called your father first and he gave me your number...â
 âI see... Well, shall we meet up? I imagine youâre just as anxious to get your compass back as I am to get my watch back.â
 âI am...â
 After arranging a time, a place and what you would both be wearing so you could correctly identify each other, you hung up.
...
 A while later, you were sitting at a cafe nearby waiting for Steve when a man wearing a blue baseball cap and sunglasses approached you.
 âY/N?â he asked.
 âYes. You must be Steve,â you replied, encouraging him to take a seat as you retrieved the compass.
 Steve sat down and got out the watch and soon the pair of you had your items back with a small sigh of relief.
 âShe was beautiful,â Steve remarked, referring to the photograph.
 âShe was... my grandfather met her in a watch shop back when he was in the service. Her father owned the shop and he brought this watch in for repairs. He carried her picture in it when he was shipped out as a promise to return to her. When he did, they were always together until the day she passed... the watch brought great comfort to my grandfather, especially when the dementia set in...â
 Steve listened to your story with interest. He briefly wondered if it was the kind of story he and Peggy might have had if circumstances had been different.
 âWho was Peggy to you?â
 Steve looked at you in surprise.
 âHow did you...?â
 âI used the newspaper article to work out who she was so I could try to find you. I got so distracted by everything she did; I forgot to look for any next of kin... so, who was she to you?â you repeated.
 Steve became flustered and thatâs when it dawned on you.
 âAre you...?â
 Steve looked at you, silently begging not to blow his cover.
 âYou really are, arenât you?â
 He nodded and looked at his hands.
 âThis... this is amazing,â you whispered reverently. âMay I buy you a coffee? Itâs the least I can do after crashing into you the way I did...â
 Steve thought about it for a moment. Perhaps this was the universe telling him to move on and start a new life.
 âSure,â he smiled.
 You spent the rest of your day getting to know each other better and swapping stories. In a way, losing your grandfatherâs pocket watch was one of the best things that could ever happen to you and Steve could say the same about his compass.
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*Busts in with a plastic bag of crack* You want some crack, kids? Iâll give it to ya! đ„ž So Y/N forgot where she placed her phone at and her crush decides to call her phone to help hear the ringtone so she can find it better. However, Y/N forgot that she uses funny ass ringtones for said crush and even has funny contact pics/names for them in her phone. Said songs are âSomething about you girlâ by Ice JJ Fish, âWapâ but with Carl Wheezerâs voice, âInterior Crocodile Alligatorâ, and the NFL theme song. I would love to see head cannons of this for Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa and Bakugo.
âSomething about you girlâ - Hawks. Heâs saved as âKFCâ and his contact pic is of him making the light skin face that sent y/n to orbit (he thought she deleted it cuz itâs cringy)
âWapâ - Dabi. Heâs saved as âPatchy the Pirateâ and his pic is a blurred image of him chasing Y/N.
âInterior crocodile alligatorâ - Aizawa. Heâs saved as âDad of 20â and his pic is of him laying face first in his sleeping bag
âNFL Theme songâ - Bakugo. Heâs âBoom Boom Pomeranianâ and his pic is of a Pomeranian with his hair photoshopped on it.
I know theyâll give some funny reactions! Theyâll look at sis confused and sheâll just go âSee about that...â and book it when she takes her phone. This idea had me busting my pancreas đđđ
Bruh I- đ Iâm literally hearin these damn audios as Iâm reading this ask, Iâm rolling. This is the best đ
â 3. 2. 1. ACTION!! â
HEADCANON: Y/N loses her phone and forgets that she saved crack-fuelled pictures and ringtones assigned to her crush.
KEIGO TAKAMI [HAWKS]:
You were losing your fucking mind at this point.
Where the fuck could you have misplaced your cellphone?? You had to meet your homegirls at the club for girls night, PRONTO!!
Keigo raised a brow as he walked in on you basically tearing apart your living room for your phone, almost crying from frustration. âWhoa, kid. Ya lose something?â He had the nerve to ask when it was clearly the case.
Sure, there was a whole lotta things to love about this bird-man, but that smartass attitude was gonna get slapped outta him.
âdId yOu lOsE sOmeThInG- YES FOOL MY DAYUM PHONE!!â You huff, throwing another couch cushion on the floor before you fell to the floor in exhaustion. âI got to meet the girls for girls night in twenty minutes, and I canât find my phone!â You briefly explain.
You heard him chuckle, pulling out his own phone. âOkay, okay, calm down, kid. It ainât the end of the world, yâknow. Iâll just call it and weâll listen out for the ringtone.â He says, scrolling for a bit before finding your contact, pressing the call button and..
Thatâs when yâall heard it.
âTHEREâS SOMETHINâ ABOUTCHA GURLL! THAT JUST MAKES MY HEAD WANNA TWIRL!!â
Your ringtone went off under the couch, making Keigo look at you with the most confused face ever, his wings puffing up as he looked at you, yet you couldnât stop laughing as he used one of his feathers to drag the phone from under the couch.
âWhat the hell, kid?? I though you deleted this cringey ass selfie!â He whined, looking at the contact photo of him making that dumbass lightskin face that had you howling the other day. âAnd what the hell is this ringtone?? AND YOU SAVED ME AS KFC??â
âBRUH I CANâT BREATHE SHUT UPPââ You screech as you curl up, tears pricking your eyes as you roll on the floor. Keigo couldnât help but snicker, rolling his eyes at you as he got you off the floor, âOkay, you got some explaining to do.â
âWell, you see, what had happened was-â You begin, trying to hold back your laughter before snatching your phone and purse, running out of the door. âIâll see you later, KFC!! Iâm running late!â
DABI:
âAw, damn! Where in the entire hell did I put my phone??â You groaned.
Of course, this wasnât the first time you lost your phone and you swore it wouldâve been the last. But, you were so caught up on multitasking with so much shit you wanted to get out of the way, you completely forgot about your phone.
You sighed as you now have to tear apart the lounge that you JUST straightened up, making this much worse than it had to be.
âHey, little mouse. Whatâs with all the whining and hollering for?â
âI canât find my phone, Iâve been all up in yâall raggedy-ass lair lookinâ for my shit so I can bounce!â You say with an eye roll as you placed your hands on your hips, clearly not in the mood for the bullshit right now.
âOkay, calm down. Itâs just a phone, I can just call it and you can listen out for the ringtone.â He said with a sigh as he brought out his phone, dialing your number and waiting for the tone to play. The two of you went from room to room, getting more anxious everytime the phone went to voicemail. You were visibly going to cry, there was no way that you couldâve left your phone anywhere that WASNâT in the LOV Lair.
âI swear, if you start crying, I wonât let you live it down.â You hear Dabi mumble to you as you both entered the last room, dialing your number one last time until...
âNYEOW FROM THE TOP, MAKE IT DROP, THATâS A WHAP. BRING A BUCKET AND A MOP, THATâS WHAPâ
Your phone was jamming out on a chair, Dabi looking at you like you just committed a grave sin while the ringtone played. The longer he stared at you, wanting an explanation, you canât help but burst into laughter as you crawl to your phone, and let the tone finish.
You just hoped that your crush was still going to hang out with you after this crackhead mishap.
âMACARONI IN A POT, THATâS A WHAP. JIMMYYâ
Dabi was literally at a loss for words, (lookinâ a lil like confused bakugou rn đ) as you wheezed in laughter. â[Y/N]... what in the fuck was that?â He asked, you can tell he was serious from how low and menacing your name was said. You were either about to run for your life or die laughing.
âAnd why the fuck is my name, âPatchy The Pirateâ? And what the hell is this photo?â He asked again. Man, was it getting hot in there or was it just you?
âWell, you see here, uh- MOINK!â You shout, howling in laughter as you were chased around the building. Kurogiri shaking his head in disappointment.
SHĆTA AIZAWA (DADDY. ERASERHEAD):
âOh no.â
âOh, no...â
âOh, no no no no no..â
This cannot be happening, this CANNOT be happening right now. Lord have mercy, please let today not be the day.
âGoddamn it, whereâs my phone?!â
Yep, your phone. Your new phone that ShĆta got for your birthday, who you also had a huge crush on but would never tell that to ANYONE. You promised yourself that you wouldnât lose this phone, it was definitely the most precious thing ever.
âFuuuuck!â You whined, already on the verge of panicking while your tore apart your room for that birthday gift. âHey, whatâs all this racket for? Iâm trying to sleep.â said your friend, roommate, and crush, ShĆta.
âI-Iâm just lookinâ for somethinâ, ShĆ! Sorry for all this noise..â you mumbled an apology as you continued your search, swinging your arm around underneath the bed.
âYou lost your phone, didnât you, [Y/N]?â
DAMN, he catches on quick for somebody who sleeps 25/8. Maybe itâs because you donât really have trouble looking for stuff unless itâs something really important to you.
You sighed, the embarrassment and disappointment washing over you as you laid in defeat on the floor. âYeah.. I canât find it..â you mumbled.
The older man sighed, cracking his neck as he got out his phone. âOkay, just calm down. Iâll call it and weâll just listen out for your ringtone, okay? If we canât hear it, weâll track it.â
God, why was he so hot when he took responsibility? You couldnât help but sit up and nod at his words as he scrolled through his contacts until he found your name, confirming the call until..
âINTERIOR CROCODILE ALLIGATOR. I DRIVE A CHEVROLET MOVIE THEATER.â
Your phone blasted the same line over and over, as hard as you tried to contain it, you couldnât help but screech in laughter when you looked up to see ShĆtaâs disturbed, confused, and concerned face as he picked up your phone from underneath your dresser.
ââDad of 20â?? What the hell type of name is that?â He asked, the iconic sleeping bag worm as his contact photo. The joke behind it was the fact that he was a whole teacher at U.A. You always thought it was cute that he was basically a father figure to those future heroes.
Plus, you wouldnât stop joking about them being his, âlil chilrensâ.
âAight, aight. I wanna thank you for finding my phone, I promise not to lose it again!â You quickly say, trying to creep out of the room until you were confined with his capture weapon.
âIâm not done with you yet.â
Fuck..
KATSUKI BAKUGOU:
âHey, dumbass! Hurry up, or weâll miss the movie!â
Damn, damn, damn!! You canât believe you just lost your phone right now, you couldâve sworn you left it on your bed before you started fixing your hair in the bathroom.
âShit, shit! Bakugou, can you help me find my phone real quick? Pretty please?â You call out to him, really anxious because you were really looking forward to this movie and you could not miss a second of it!
âUgh, are you serious?? What did I tell you about keeping up with your shit!â He groaned, getting out his phone as he dialed your number and listened to the trill.
âI know, I know! I promise Iâll be more careful!â You say as you listened out for it, only to pull aside your blankets to see your vibrating phone with the ringtone on blast.
Oh yes, the NFL Theme. What made you lose your shit was Bakugouâs flabbergasted facial expression as he looked down at your contact photo and nickname for him.
You couldnât help but cackle as you saw a vein pop out, popping hands reaching out for you. âHey! What the fuck is this shit?? Imma show you a pomeranian!â He shouted.
âKatsu! Katsu! Relaaaxx!! You know youâre my bestie and I love you, but we got a movie to catch so letâs do this later fam.â You snicker, trying to calm yourself down as you yoinked your phone and took off out the door with your purse.
âOH, JUST WAIT UNTIL WE GET BACK HOME!â
â END SCENE â
Sorry that Bakugouâs was kinda short! But, hope you enjoyed these!
#poc writers#bakugou x black reader#aizawa headcanons#bakugou headcanons#hawks headcanons#dabi headcanons#bnha x poc!reader#poc reader
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Ladybug and the hound
Chapter 1
Imma be honest I wasnât expecting 1 person to read my story let alone 48 but life is full of surprises and while that may not seem like a lot of people I was expecting no one to read this so for me it means a lot. Now a few notes.
So I forgot to mention a few things in the last chapter such as Captainâs breed. He is a Malinois Dog breed, second I may use some things from @kelelamentia Dogs are a ladybugs best friend âcause I love the idea of the way Ladybug and Captain do the pound it.Now on to the second chapter. Also I did not forget August youâll just have to read to know what happens with him. I also am terrible at describing things and how people look so imagine them as you please.
Learning about Marinette
Marinetteâs POV
After the battle me and captain were just trying to get home so I could help maman and papa in the bakery but instead I run into the people I handed August to while I yelled at Chat. Heâs been getting worse and worse each akuma that appears demanding that I go on a date with him and accept that I love him even though I told him that I donât like him over and over again. I lost my feelings for Adrien when he left me to deal with the class bullying me to make me pay for âbullyingâ Lila. One good thing that came from the Lila situation is that I learned who my real friends are. Max, Kim, Alix, Chloe, Kagami, Nino, and Luka all stick with me.
Max had his suspicions about Lilaâs lies since the beginning but the napkin incident is what made him completely sure that she was lying because one it was a napkin so it couldnât possibly gouge his eye out, and two is that even if it âcouldâ gouge his eye out HE HAS GLASSES which would protect his eyes. Kim and Nino have been my friends since forever so they know that I hate liars so when I called her a liar they knew that there must be a reason so one day after school they came to my house to ask me why I think sheâs a liar. So I pointed out that all of the lies that could be proven wrong with just a simple google search. Alix has known me since we could walk so she knows that while I could hold my own in a fight, I wouldnât do anything that would harm someone else on purpose (and if I did then I would do everything I could to make sure that they are ok afterwards) no matter how much they deserve it. Kagami and Luka know that I will give up my happiness if it means someone else will be happy like when I gave up on Adrien to let Kagami get with him, but sadly they broke up a month later after Kagami learned that he told me to take the high road in the Lila situation. And Chloe. Chloe is the daughter of the Style Queen and the Mayor of Paris so she has a knack for finding out liars, and after a month or two of me being bullied by the class sans, my friends, she came up to me and apologized for bullying me all those years. I forgave her because I know she can be good she just doesnât have much experience in people being nice to her but my friends were still a little protective of me for a few weeks till they knew that she could be trusted.
They found out my identity by accident but I am so glad that they found out, especially when Chat or should I say Adrien acts like the world owes him something in exchange for âprotectingâ Paris. I hadnât meant to find out his identity yet cause I want to find the true black cat before I take his miraculous away from him. I am a true ladybug, but Adrien isnât a true black cat but Master Fu needed to get both of them out into battle fast so he couldnât look for a true black cat so Adrien would have to do, but ever since Lie-la showed up he acts as Chloe had before Lie-la. We have been talking about replacing him but I want to find the true black cat and test them to see if they are worthy and I am going to ask if they want the responsibility cause no one should be thrown headfirst into this kind of stuff like I was.
Where was I? Oh Right! I hadnât meant to find out his identity but Plagg was getting sick and fed up with his behavior so he came to me one night and asked how long till we find the true black cat. I told him soon and that if we didnât find them before my birthday (which was on Friday) that I would take the ring from him and asked Plagg to give me a clue as to who he is. The clue was his birthday and I thought of when the birthdays of every male blonde I know that is around my age was and landed on Adrien so I asked if i was right and he nodded then had to leave before he woke up. Back to the people I ran into I see that Damian I think is around my age and he also has a dog, doesnât hurt that he is pretty handsome too.... WAIT WHAT!? âNO NO NO! BAD MARINETTE! YOU JUST MET HIM!
After heâs introduced Damian grabs my hand and place a kiss on the back, said âNice too meet you Angel.â and I start blushing and internally freaking out like âOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! HE KISSED MY HAND! AND HE CALLED ME ANGEL!â Then I hear Captain growling at Damian. He looks at me slightly waiting to see if he can shred him apart or not. I quickly say âSorry Damian, Captainâs a little protective of me and doesnât like strangers being around me.â I say a little worried that he would be offended but to my surprise he says, âI understand.â then he holds out his hand for Captain to sniff which he does and after he does he still is growling but he doesnât look ready to rip him to shreds at least. Then we hear snickering behind us and Damian glares at the source of the noise which turned out to be his family... OH RIGHT! I am being so rude right now only focusing on Damian and not paying attention to his family. Then Captain and his dog start playing with each other making us laugh. Then I notice that August starts trying to say my name, âMariette, Mariette!â Oh thatâs the guy I gave August to... AUGUST!!! I completely forgot to tell them what to do with him till his mom is able to get him. âOh! Hello to you to August.â I say causing him to laugh and try to hug me which causes Dick to hand him to me, âItâs nice to see you again to. How about we call your mom and get you a snack?â He laughs and I say, âIâll take that as a yes!â I laugh. I then turn to them and say ,âSo shall we start walking to the bakery?â A chorus of Yes is the response so I start talking with Damian while Captain and Titus, I learned was his name, continue to play as we walk. Me and Damian talked while we walked and by the time I noticed our surroundings we were across the street from the bakery and as I was about to say we were there someone called my name and I froze.
Damianâs POV
I was having fun (Yes FUN) with the Angel next to me and as she was about to say something when an amber haired girl with glasses and a girl with sausage like hair called her and they looked angry. Maybe they were her friends though judging by the way she froze probably not... Wait why did she freeze? Just as I was about to ask whatâs wrong she suddenly says, âOk well the bakery is across the street just tell them Marinette sent you and could you take Captain and August in with you? Thanks!â She quickly handed the leash to me and August to Dick and ran off to where the other girls were and pulled them around the corner and Captain was desperately trying to follow her and was pulling hard on the leash.
âSo weâre going to see what that was about right?â Grayson asks, âI mean she seemed in a hurry to get to them before they got to her and get them out of sight, so something is off right?â âWell I think only one of us should go instead of all of us. It could be personal though so how about we head into the bakery and wait?â Father asks. âActually Master Bruce I believe Master Damian should go see what is going on, since they get along quite nicely.â Alfred says with a hint of worry in his voice, and while normally I would try to object I really want to get some time alone with the Angel to talk and ,if the chance shows itself, make her blush some more. So I agree and start walking with Titus and Captain who has gotten more desperate to get to her the closer we got. As I was about to round the corner a voice made me stop in my tracks, â-is for hurting Lila Marislut. You destroyed her homework so she gets to destroy your designs.â I then hear shredding noises and hear her crying and begging them to stop. I try to get myself to move and help but her heart wrenching sobs kept me frozen in place.
As soon as the tearing stops I then hear a loud crack and that gets me to move faster than I thought possible. I round the corner ready to commit a murder or help the Angel, preferably both, and as soon as I do I see a scene that breaks my heart. Marinette is sitting on the ground with a large hand print on her cheek and she is surrounded by torn pages and she is trying and failing to not cry. I then notice that Captain and Titus got loose from my grasp and are chasing the girls away and after a block they come back and try to help cheer Marinette up. Just then she notices me and she starts freaking out, âD-Damian wh-what a-are- you doing the-there?â I get down on my knees and start helping her pick up the torn papers and say, âWe noticed that you looked scared to go to those girls and wanted to make sure that you were ok. Good thing I brought Titus and Captain with me.â That makes her laugh though her voice is a little hoarse. âAre you ready to get inside?â She asks though I donât know why sheâs worried about me she just got slapped and had her designs torn up. âOnly if you are but if you need a few minutes I can wait with you.â I reply.
âIâll be fine,â she says, âIâve been through worse I-â As soon as she says that I feel my blood run cold and boil at the same time. How bad has she been hurt before and who hurt her? Then I notice that sheâs still talking âSorry you donât want to hear about my problems.Shall we go in?â I then did something that I had never done before but I have seen Grayson do it to Drake after he had a long difficult day at WE, I hugged her tightly and Titus and Captain lick her face. âSorry Iâm not to sure what to do to help cheer someone up but I have seen my brother do this to help. I hope I didnât make you uncomfortable.â I say then I feel her tightly hug me back but I find that I donât mind it. âNo itâs ok I actually needed a hug. Thanks.â We stay like that for a few minutes until she pulls away and I get a better look at her face and I have never wanted to commit a murder this badly. The place she got slapped is starting to swell and her eyes look like they lost the spark they had when we were talking. âThank You. Really.â âIâm not the best at comforting someone so-â âNo I mean Thank you for coming to check on me. Not many people would do that so thanks.â And in this moment I knew that I would do anything for her and protect her as much as possible. We get up and she takes Captains leash and the papers from me and starts to head to the bakery. As soon as we enter I hear my family happily talking with Marinetteâs parents about busy and slow days.It seems that Augustâs mother has already picked him up so I guess this happens quite a bit but that makes me concerned about how often this happens. How often is Angel in danger of akumas (Whatever those are) harming her? I clear my throat and Grayson is the first to notice us, âOh hey guys ho-â he then notices Marinettes red puffy eyes and the hand print on her face and his big brother instincts kick in, âWhat happened!? Are you Ok? Who did this?â Then heâs moved out of the way by Marinetteâs Dad, âMarinette are you ok do we need to call Chloe, Luka, and Kagami?â
Marinette doesnât say anything but nods. He then calls out to her mother, âSabine can you call Chloe, Luka, and Kagami and see if they can come over?â âAlready on it honey.â and not even a minute later the door bursts open and a Blonde girl, a Asian blue haired girl, and a chill looking guy with teal hair tackle Marinette in a hug with the blonde asking if she could sue them, the teal guy asking if she needs him to play her song for her, which breaks my heart a little cause he must be her boyfriend, and the blue haired girl asking, âCan I run them through my blade now Mari-hime?â âNo Kagami also I have a few guests with me.â They then seem to notice us and they suddenly look ready to pounce at any second with the blonde doing quick introductions, âHi Iâm Chloe, thatâs Kagami,â The girl with blue hair bows a little, âand thatâs Luka,â The boy gives a nod with his head, ânow I want you to answer truthfully, what do you want with Maribug?â âWhat?â Asked Todd and Drake at the same time. She letâs out an annoyed huff, âI said, What are you intentions with Marinette. You know are you using her, do you want to be friends with her, or what? And answer truthfully we will know if you lie to us and it wonât end well for you. It doesnât matter who you are we wonât let you hurt Maribug.â She says with a snarl. I donât know when or how but somehow Marinetteâs parents got behind them and are giving us dangerous looks and Captain is back to growling at us. And Angelâs friends look ready to commit murder if anyone harms her.
The looks they give us makes everyone even father and Alfred take a step back. I had multiple questions running through my head at once. What happened to this beautiful Angel to make her friends so protective of her? Wait beautiful? Where did that come from? And why did my heart skip a beat when she looked at me? And why... Iâm in love arenât I? Well guess the city lives up to itâs nickname.Â
Find out how this goes in the next chapter. Also we find out how Marinette and Captain met and how he became Hunter.
So I feel like I need to say a few things just so that they are known
1.I have quite a bit of free time but I canât always get the motivation to write even though I want to get the next chapter out sooner rather than later
2. I have several parts of the story planned out in my head Iâm just not sure what leads up to that point what happens to cause the thing to happen, or what happens after ting happens so Iâm just running different scenarios through my head and I canât make decisions easily so I have all these scenarios happening and Iâm not sure which one I want and so most of the time I just come up with one when I start writing so sometimes itâll make sense and other times probably not.
now I donât know how many chapters Iâll write so the most Iâm going to try for now is fifteen chapters and if I have more ideas then thereâll be more. Let me know what you thought of this chapter. See ya guys next time, Bye!
One last thing I donât have a set time to chapter updates I just plan to write and get them out to you guys as soon as I can.
tags
#iglowinggemma28Â #i-am-ironic
#marinette x damian#maribat#Marrinette Dupain Cheng#ml x dc#ml crossover#daminette#dc crossover#adrien salt#alya salt#lila is exposed#class salt#guardian marinette
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My Type
Pairing: Shownu x Female reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: Alcohol mention(?) I donât know if itâs needed but Iâll put this in here just in case.
Words: 2.7k
A/N: So this is mostly inspired by and based off a scene on episode 12 of Introverted/Shy Boss, some things are exactly as they happened on the show and some are my own. I had been meaning to write it for a long time because ever since I watched the drama the male lead always reminded me of baby Nunu, and my birthday was on February 4th(long time ago I know ă
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Shownu was sitting on his bed with his back on the headrest reading a book when he heard the door close. You two met in your senior year in high school. You were the genius student who had skipped two grades. Almost everyone ignored you for being a âchildâ, or too âprecociousâ. You had a group project and the rest is history. Youâve been best friends ever since so of course you had his apartmentâs passcode. "Aish, this girl" He said getting up from the bed annoyed. He was making his way out of the room when he noticed you with tear filled eyes and a suitcase. âWha...â He said while freezing on the spot. You were sobbing and ran to hug him. At first he was a bit startled, but as he noticed you started crying he wrapped his arms around you. When you had calmed down he took you to the living room while he went to the kitchen and made some tea for you. "Are you feeling better now?" He said as he handed you a cup with tea. You only nodded and smiled a little. "Then you should go home" "Do I have to?" You asked while pouting. "Yes" He answered while mimicking your gesture. You were about to get up and leave when you saw the door open. "Hyunwoo-ah" She stopped on her tracks. "Oh, I didn't know you were here, Y/n. You said you were alone" She said a bit surprised. "Is this why you wanted me to go home?" You asked. âAe-Ri, you⊠you didnât say youâd comeâ Said Shownu clearly nervous. âI didnât expect you to be with another woman making her cry. By the way, what was going on? Was he dumping you, Y/n? Then Iâll leave you to itâ Said Ae-Ri. âYaah, I didnât make her cryâ Answered Shownu and took a sip from his tea. âThen I guess you werenât getting dumpedâ She said. âWhy would I be getting dumped? Weâre just friendsâ You answered. âOh yeah, definitely. Well, since you werenât getting dumped, why donât the three of us drink together?â She said shaking the wine bottle on her hand. âThe three of us?â Asked Shownu. âCanât we?â She asked back. âY/n should go. Itâs lateâ Shownu suggested. âReally? Iâll appreciate it then.â To say Ae-Ri was making you jealous was an understatement. And to see Shownu also trying to get rid of you did nothing more than fuel the jealousy inside you. âNo, itâs still early. Letâs drink wine together.â You answered. You and Ae-Ri walked to the dining table and sat across each other. "Ok, this is how it's going to work. We'll drink a little and go separate ways." Said Shownu setting three wine glasses and some snacks on the table. "Agreed?" He asked and you both nodded. Then he sat down next to Ae-Ri. "See Y/n, Shownu sat next to me" She said being cocky. "Let's drink." You answered while trying to open the bottle. "Let me do it. Give it to me." Shownu said after seeing you struggling with the corkscrew. "Hyunwoo is so sweet, isn't he? He's thoughtful nice and good-looking. He's even good at sports." "Yaah, why would you say that with me sitting next to you?âHe said giving you an awkward smile. âSometimes itâs annoying that heâs too quiet, but I find it very sexyâ She said grabbing Shownuâs arm. âSexy? Stop it.â Said Shownu pouring the wine on the glasses. âWeâre fighting over you, in case you havenât noticedâ Said Ae-Ri. âStop joking around. Enough.â Answered a flustered Shownu. âIâm serious. Y/n donât you think we make a better couple?â âGod, damn it. If only I was a bit shorter.â Shownu laughed and you glared at him. Now itâs your time for revenge. âRight! His first love. Is that you?â You pointed at Ae-Ri. Shownu choked on his wine. âI guess itâs her. Is she the one who rejected you? I seeâ You said grinning. âThe incident from college?â Ae-Ri asked a bit confused. âDonât tell her. Shush.â âWhat is it? What is it that you two know and I donât? Youâre making me curious.â You pleaded.
âThen you should tell me something you two know, but I donât. How far have you two gone?â âAishhh, what are you asking?â Shownu replied. âIâm just curious. When did your taste change so⊠abruptly?â Is she implying that Iâm not Shownuâs type? âYou know, I wasnât going to say this. Weâve actually slept together⊠like a lot of timesâ In that moment Shownu almost spat his wine. âAh, I guess you just slept thenâ Shownu nodded. âReally? I guess itâs true.â You all kept drinking in silence for some time.
After some time you were all a little tipsy and Ae-Ri blurted. âHow can a man and a woman sleep together and do nothing else? Several times at that?â âItâs because weâre friendsâSaid Shownu. âYeah, sure. You canât actually expect me to believe that you have never felt something⊠anything for one anotherâ âAe-Ri-ssiâŠâ You said. âAe-Ri-ssi? Ae-Ri-ssi? Yaah Y/n, itâs Ae-Ri unnie or just unnie. Iâm older than you, aigoo.â âBut youâre only two years older, and so is Hyunwoo and I donât call him oppaâ You refuted. âI bet heâd like thatâ She whispered and Shownu blushed. âIâm sorry what was that?â You asked as you didnât understand. âI was saying that Hyunwoo is your best friend so he might be ok with it, but weâve seen each other 3-4 times at most? Maybe when we get to know each other better, for now Iâll be unnie.â She said. âSorry unnie.â You apologized and thanked that she got distracted and forgot her question. âItâs ok, but you wonât get away with diverting the topic. Now, I want you two to be completely honest with me here, if youâre not Iâll kick both your asses. Besides, by the time weâre done with the beers and soju thereâs no way youâll remember anything we talked about today.â She said pointing to the bottle and cans that she had gotten out of the fridge not long ago when you ran out of wine. âRock, paper, scissors to see who goes first?â You were kinda drunk as you three had already downed half a bottle of soju. But still, there was no way youâd share your feelings first, not without knowing how Shownu felt. â1âŠ2âŠâŠ3!⊠Yayyy I won!â Shownu exclaimed clapping like a little kid. Yep, heâs definitely drunk. "2 out of 3?" You played again and this time you won. "Last one. 1, 2, 3!â He counted and you closed your eyes. You didnât want to see the moment you lost because with your luck youâll definitely lose. âAish, ok Iâll go firstâ You opened your eyes and saw Shownu with his hand on a fist while you had put out paper, which meant you won. It was impossible, you had never, in the 5 years youâve known each other, won against Shownu on the last round. Still, you didnât think too hard about it because it meant you were safe for a little longer. Shownu poured a full glass of soju and drank it as if his life depended on it. As if he was seeking encouragement from the beverage. âIâŠâ Shownu said. âYouâŠ?â Asked Ae-Ri. âIâŠliiiiiikeâŠâ And he fell asleep face down on the table. âAish, why would he gulp down that glass of soju.â You said slightly annoyed at the fact that your empathy wonât let you leave him sleeping there. You struggled for a bit trying to help him to his bed, but realized that you wouldn't be able to do it alone. "Unnie..." You said nudging Ae-Ri. "What?" She answered uninterested. "Unnie, can you please help me take Hyunwoo to his bed?" You said putting on your best puppy face. "Okay, I'll help you. Aigoo, why is he so heavy?" She exclaimed. âHyunwoo⊠Nunu, youâve got to help us here, please try to walk, weâre not far from bed.â You pleaded softly as you both took Shownuâs arms and helped him up. After some struggle you somehow managed to get him in his bed. âThank you Unnie, you should go home now, itâs pretty late. Can I call you a driver? Or a taxi?â You offered. All that struggle had sobered you up and now you were worried about Ae-Ri. âDonât worry, I had already requested one. Thanks anyway. What about you? Are you sleeping over?â She asked curious. âYes, I canât go home drunk after what happened this afternoon, please text me as soon as you get home.â âOk, Iâll leave then. My taxi is here.â She said and left.
âHyunwooâŠâ You tried to wake him up. He grunted and turned. âNunu⊠Iâm taking your jacket off, I need you to sit for a moment.â You said. He nodded and you helped him sit and take his jacket off. âY/nâ He said grabbing your arm. âWhat is it? Are you ok? Do you want to throw up?â You asked worried. âYes, Iâm okay. I mean besides being drunk, like really drunk.â He replied. âThen what is it?â âI-I want to tell you something. And I need to do it now so I can blame it on the alcohol and we can both pretend it never happened.â He muttered. âOkay, Iâm listeningâ You answered a bit uneasy. âI like youâ âAwee, I like you tooâ You replied, unaware of what was going on. âNo, Y/n. I like you. Like in an Iâd like to date you way.â He said hiding against his pillow. âSo you decided to answer Ae-Riâs question right now? Letâs go to sleep now and later you can confess to me again, okay? I canât deal with a drunk confession being as wasted as I am and I need you to be sober to deal with the aftermath.â You answered and laid down next to him, only to notice he was already asleep. âAigoo, what am I going to do with you?â You shifted on the bed for a bit and fell asleep.
You woke up with a headache so you went straight to the kitchen to drink some water. There you found Shownu looking for something. âMorniiiing, did you sleep well? What are you looking for?â You asked startling him. âOh! Good morning Y/n, yes I slept like I baby. I have a bit of a headache though, so I was looking for some medicine.â âI have a headache too.â You said pouring some water. âShould we make some hangover soup?â He said opening the fridge. âSure, do you need help?â âCould you please dice the beef?â He instructed while cutting the vegetables. âSure. Anything else I can help with?â You asked. âYes. I need to talk to you about something. But first letâs finish the soup, I need your undivided attention.â You kept chopping the beef and passed it to Shownu. He put it on the pot alongside the vegetables and waited for it to cook. When the soup was ready he served it and you both ate in silence.
âOk, now Iâm going to need you to put all your attention in me.âHe spoke as he noticed you were both done. As soon as he uttered those words you knew he remembered everything you talked about last night. âY/n, I like you. And before you say anything, I completely understand if you donât feel the same way and I hope nothing changes. I donât want to lose my best friend.â He said blushing. âNunu, I promise you wonât lose me. But I canât promise you that things wonât change between us.â He looked at you confused. âWhat do you mean?⊠Please letâs forget I ever said anything and act like nothing happened.â He pleaded panicking. âHyunwoo, calm down.â âHow can you ask me that? Life gave me a second chance yesterday and I just had to waste it. Aish, me and my big mouth. Pabo, pabo, Hyunwoo.â He said while slapping himself. You grabbed his hand. âHyunwoo stop! I like you too.â You said intertwining your fingers with his. âReally?â He asked incredulous. âYes. I mean how could I not?â âBut Iâm not even your type.â Shownu was confused. âSo whatâs my type then?â You inquired. âFirst of all you like tall guysâŠâ âWhat, like youâre short?â âWell, no but youâve always dated these almost 2 meters giants so I just assumed...â âWell, you assumed wrong. I do like my men tall but, since Iâm tall myself, the height difference doesnât have to be a lot, they just have to be taller than me. It was just a huge coincidence.â âYou like sociable talkative guys with double eyelids.â âWhat? Are you for real?â You asked surprised by the lack of confidence. Shownu always struck you as the guy who wasnât a narcissist but had a pretty high self-esteem. âYes, all the guys you have dated had double eyelids and were probably acquainted with half of Seoulâ He said. âHow does being social have anything to do with having double eyelids.â âI donât know, Iâm just stating the facts.â âI see⊠So your conclusion is that you canât be my type because youâre not like the people Iâve dated? Have you ever thought why I broke up with them?â âHmm, no. But still, you donât seem bothered by that kind of guys, you always date them.â He shrugged. âYou are so wrong my dear Hyunwoo, so so wrong. Because, you see⊠Youâre just my type. The reason I broke up with all of them is because of you. Because I wanted them so badly to be like you, I would be so disappointed when I realized that theyâd never be.â âWhy did you never tell me?â âBecause I wasnât your type, and I donât blame you. How could I? I was your tall best friend. Your younger tall best friend. Nothing like those short cute noonas you dated.â âHey, you know I donât mind you being tall. You also know that I donât focus on things such as age.â âSo you would date a minor?â You asked jokingly. âAish, you know thatâs not what I meant. What I meant is that I focus more on how a person behaves and interacts with others rather than minding if theyâre older or younger, or if theyâre tall or short. And you little missy are one of the best human beings I know. Youâre kind, youâre loyal, you treat people with fairness and youâve got so much love to give to everyone around you. Thatâs why youâre exactly my type.â He said looking into your eyes. âI have 2 questionsâ You said. âGo ahead.â He replied and gestured for you to go on. âYou let me win rock, paper, scissors, right?â âYou knew?â âI have never, and I really mean never in the 5 years weâve known each other, won the last round on rock, paper, scissors against you.â You emphasized. âYouâre really predictable when it comes to it, to be fair. Whatâs the second?â He asked. âDoes this mean weâre dating?â âOnly if you want to.â He answered. You ran to the room and came back with your cellphone. âWhat are you doing?â âOh, Iâm just texting Ae-Ri unnie that she can no longer flirt with you since youâre mine now.â You answered unlocking your phone. He laughed and hugged you because that was answer enough for him.
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Cheers, darling | th x fem!reader
@follow-tom-holland-is-spiderman asked:Â DAMN IT I JUST REMEMBERED. May I please request a tom x reader blurb where TOM BRINGS CHAMPAGNE AND THEY CELEBRATE SOMETHING TOGETHER *cough* sound familiar?! *cough* I love you my pĂȘche so feel free to turn it into what ever you want đ đ
Warnings: lots of fluff and cute gestures, SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, even on pill), drinking (drunk sex maybe?? not that much), swearing, teasing, dirty talk an oral (f and m receiving).Â
Word Count: around 5.1k (christ)
A/N: ooooh my lovely cheeky little shy đâš trust me, I did NOT forget about that request of yours but like... idk it was still in my drafts for some reason? oops I guess đ oh! and I decided to make it a oneshot hehe đ did I get carried away? oh 1000% yes. but do I regret it? ... NOT AT AAAAAALL đ anyway enjoy this one and stay safe, sweetheart đ
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You yawn.Â
The living room is plunged into darkness, the only ounce of light coming from the tv screen. Today at work completely tired you out as your lunch break only lasted ten minutes. Just thinking about it gives you a headache. But stopping by the Thai restaurant on your way home to get some takeouts was the brightest idea of the day. And now your belly was full and pleased, in comfy pyjamas and messy bun.
Later, a knock on the front door draws your attention away from the cheesy slasher your were currently watching all evening. Intrigued, you slide off the couch and makes your way over to the door with a frown, wondering who could this be so late at night. Turning the knob and sliding open the door, you are actually mildly startled to see Tom, your boyfriend, with his signature smile and both his hands occupied on her doorstep.Â
"Hey, darling! Surprised you, huh?" Tom chuckles, sliding past you as you give him both a tired and confused look but donât bother to say anything yet.
You were not supposed to see each other until tomorrow for lunch, as the boy had a few meetings all day today but also the next day in the morning.
"I sent you a couple of texts but didnât get any answerâ begins Tom while walking through the dark living room, switching the lights on as he keeps walking.Â
âI thought you might be asleep already, but now I'm really glad you're awake" Tom hums as he heads to the kitchen to put on the counter what he brought, you soon following behind him. âWe can celebrate together, it's almost midnight!"
"Uhm- celebrate what, Tom?"
"Your birthday of course, silly!" he stares at you wide eyed. "Even if we planned to celebrate it tomorrow as itâs your day off, I wanted to make something a bit more original and do it a first time as midnight passes. So I manage to make all my meetings today and have all tomorrow free to be with you."Â
Tom starts emptying the bags to reveal some fancy delicacies. Now standing close to him, your eyes follow whatever he takes out and displays on the counter, beginning with a small pastel cardboard box, a pink and black bag with the familiar letters âVâ and âSâ on it and two bottles of champagne. Dom PĂ©rignonâs bottles. As he brings the box closer, Tom delicately slides it open just enough for you to catch sight of the cake he knows you like so much.
"W-Wow, I wasnât expecting this at all..." you almost whisper, still surprised by all this.
Turning to face him, your cheeks warm at the actual closeness, one of his arms sliding around your shoulders, his free hand resting on the counter as Tom leaves a kiss on your forehead.
"This is only a nice sneak peek of tomorrow, baby."
The arm around you slides around your hips, pulling you forward as you rest the flat of your palms on his torso with fluttering eyes. When you glance up to his face, his expression looks completely intense and even a bit flustered himself, before Tom picks you up and slides you onto the counter next to the cake box. Both of his hands ease apart your knees and he places himself in between, capturing your lips before you can even speak one word.
"My soon-to-be Birthday Girl."
You canât help but laugh, even if it is drowned by his warm lips. You cup his face in your hands, keeping him in place while he switches from simple pecks to cheeky nibbles and smooth long kisses. Such a straightforward yet endearing attention fed by the need to make you feel like a total queen. His queen.Â
"If you keep going, we might miss midnight, Tommy" you mumble detaching from his hungry lips that instantly found their way to the side of your neck, with growls.Â
You couldn't deny that neck kisses are one of your greatest weaknesses.
âDammit, I almost forgot...â Tom groans into your neck, pecking it a last time before he reluctantly parts from you. âAlright, take this and go try it on while I get everything ready over there. But be quick!â
As Tom kisses your nose, he places in your hands the pink and black bag he brought and soon leaves the space between your legs, making you come down the counter. He almost pushes you out of the kitchen to frantically open all your cupboards to find what he needs.
Without waisting more time, you bring the gift bag with you back to your bedroom. Once there you sit on your bed and carefully open it, untying the beautiful silk knot to then put it next to you on the mattress. Bitting your bottom lip, your hand finally plunges into the bag, now excited to see what your boyfriend bought that he quickly wants to see you wearing it, so you take everything out.Â
Disposing the now empty bag onto the bed, you neatly unfold all the pink papers on your knees to now discover a beautiful set of lingerie. The fabric almost slips under your touch, the lace feeling delicate and sophisticated like you could never imagine. Even the colour looks so much more appealing on it, the gorgeous navy blue reminding you of the bikini you wore during your last vacation together in Positano, Italy. Apparently, Tom seems to like you wearing this particular colour...
As you manage to not get lost in your memories from that delightful holiday, you stand and slip out of your pyjamas and underwear to quickly put the new one on. And damn, it does put you to your best advantage: from the beautifully detailed bralette, that still accentuate your breast to its best, to the sexy indent panties that just leave nothing to the imagination, all of it almost see-through. You cheeks redden at all the inappropriate thoughts you canât stop, thinking about whatâs to come making things even worse.
Suddenly you remember Tom saying to be quick, so you check on your alarm clock to see it is now 11:51pm. Oof, just in time! You rapidly put your pyjama backon, taking an extra minute to rearrange your hair into something more decent. Then you exist your room and scamper back in the kitchen, but to see no one there.
âIn the living room, darling!â Tom calls you in the other room, so you quickly join him there.
When you pass the doorframe, you suddenly stop on your tracks at the unexpected scenery before your eyes. The living room lights has been subdued to create a cosy ambience, a few candles lit and meticulously arranged in the room and Tom, being a natural hottie without even trying, sits on the couch with everything he brought placed on the coffee table. This simple gesture makes your heart beats like crazy, you almost being on the verge of crying because you never received this much affection by anyone before.
Tom wakes you from your thoughts as he is now standing, his hand extended to you for you to take it. So you take his offered hand, delicately squeezing it, while he walks you both to the couch to sit.
âTom, this is-â
Your words are cut off by Tomâs index finger pressing slightly onto your full lips.
âAfter, princessâ he almost whispers with a wink, âFor now, letâs celebrate.â
True to his words, Tom detaches from you to check his phone. As he notices there is only one minute left before midnight, he takes a lighter he found in your kitchen and lights the adorable candle on the cake. The nice writing âHappy Birthday (Y/N)â on it fills your belly with tones of butterflies, the bright smile now on your face slightly hurting your cheeks.
As midnight finally comes, Tom brings the lighten birthday cake to you. The burning candle reflects in his warm coffee eyes, emphasising his facial features you love so much.
âHappy birthday, (Y/N).â
After smiling at each other, your eyes locked for at least five good seconds, you approach your face towards the candle and slowly blow it as you make a silent wish. Once done, you gently cup Tomâs face in your hand to bring it close to yours and share a long passionate kiss.
âThank you, Tom. So muchâ you mumble against his lips, the smile never leaving both your face.
âAnything for you, gorgeousâ Tom says while slightly bumping your nose with his, making you giggle.
Once you pull away from each other Tom carefully cuts two generous slices of cake, giving you yours first and then serving himself. You canât wait but take a mouthful of the delicious dessert, exhaling loudly at the savoury fruity flavour you always love.Â
You soon notice Tom standing again while taking one of the fresh bottles of champagne in his hands, starting to open it.
âPlease, donât hurt yourself... or meâ you comment, half joking but also quite unsure.
âIâm a pro at it, darling, donât worry!â
And he actually is. The sudden âpopâ of the cork resonates in your apartment as Tom clumsily makes it in time to fill the two flute glasses before any champagne goes onto your carpet. Putting the bottle back in the ice bucket, Tom gives you your glass and sits again with his next to you. You can already the delicate smell of the fancy bubbly liquid filling your nostrils.Â
âCheers, darlingâ Tom hums as he presents his flute glass to yours, once again locking eyes with you.
âCheers, baby. And thank you so much againâ you state, smiling, while clicking both glasses together.
After eating half of the cake and drinking one bottle of the bubbly wine - the second one already open, you and Tom are now a bit drunk, laughing for nothing and more touchy. You are actually hugging him, both legs resting over his thighs as you share another stupid story at work in between giggles. Tom lovingly listens to you (youâre not sure if he really does), his cheeks now pink from all the champagne as one arm surrounds your shoulders, his hand caressing along it.
Then a sneaky peck here quickly turns into languid and sloppy kisses there, including nibbling and grabbing at each other. In the end, you find yourself straddling Tomâs hips as both your lips seems stick to the other.
"Let me see my gift on you, darling. I waited way enough" Tom rasps, licking the flat of his tongue along the edge of your neck and up to the shell of your ear, where he paces his lips around it and sucks for a few seconds.
He smirks at the way both of your hands slide over his shoulders wanting to hold onto him. Tom then pulls back to show you his confident and smug expression that has you pursing your lips together. Damn him for being cute and hot at the same time... but why would you refuse this pleasant offer to him? Anyway, your mind is mostly filled with bubbles to make you think properly by now. And in a way too frisky mood.
So you part a little from your boyfriend, whose hands keep their grips onto your bottom. As you stare at him with blurry eyes, you then start fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt to tease Tom. At some point, when feeling him wriggle under you, the friction slowly killing him, you remove the shirt in one motion and throw it somewhere behind the couch and you canât miss the almost animalistic growl leaving Tomâs mouth. Quickly proceeding with the little show, you then try to stand while putting your hands on his thighs for support and still between his legs, you get rid off your pyjama pants, now on total display for your boyfriendâs eyes only.
âHoly fuck-â Tom breaths out, licking his lips as he contemplates you up and down. âIâve got fucking great tastes, you look damn ravishing darlingâ he then smirks as he lets you sit on him again, lifting your hands to caress his cheeks.
His expression softens a bit before meeting you in the middle for several kisses, his hands finally in contact with more skin. You barely manage to give him a sassy remark before Tom just rolls you both over, laying you down onto the couch before climbing on top of you. After pushing at your knees, he feels along all of your womanly curves making you feel warm and delightfully tingly.
âItâs not even my birthday but fuck does it feel like itâ Tom groans over your frame, his eyes appreciating every inch of your exposed skin.
Giggling softly at him with red cheeks, you caress one of your hands down his still clothed chest and the other along his astute cheek bones, before encouraging him to come closer. When his muscular neck is in range, you lift up and kiss him all over, feeling empowered from the way he growls your name like he really enjoys the texture of your pink appendages.
"Ah- Tommy..." you moan softly right next to his ear when he tiptoes his fingers up your inner thigh to tease a few of his digits up and down against your lace panties.Â
Tom smirks at the way your body arched backwards and both of your hands cling to him, while he rasps seductively about the fact that he can feel you getting wet already. You pout at him while tugging at his shirt, which Tom gladly lets you pull off and toss to the floor.Â
âSo... got another gift for me, baby?â
Giggling at your own question, you admire his muscular physique by outlining your finger tips along his hunky six pack. His skin looks a little pink and flustered because of all the champagne consumed maybe, but Tom quickly recovers by cupping your chin and pulling you to meet his lips for several warm and passionate kisses. The press of his tongue catches you off guard so much that you become dizzy with the hungry lap of his muscle all over your mouth, noting every slick surface you have to offer.
Unable to breath, you whimper into his mouth and he finally parts with an erotic sheen of lewd saliva connecting your tongues together. With desire and lust forming in his beautiful brown eyes, he leans down towards your chest and starts hastily to press his lips right between your breasts, each kiss more enticing and hungry as he keeps going.Â
Both of his hands caress over your stomach and hips, before toying with the edge of your panties. Getting now more aroused, you slowly ease your legs up and spread them apart, giving him an enticing view of the trail to your clothed core. You seductively whimper again, staring right at Tom as you trail your hands over your breasts and down between your legs.
âFor fuck sake (Y/N)-â
His fine lips go back to kissing your knees, inner thighs and even against the soft silky material of your panties. However, even as you moan from the sensual sway of pleasure, Tom doesn't stop here and continues to edge his way up your stomach, enjoying the way you jitter as he licks your belly button and slides up between your breasts until he is sucking at a soft patch of your neck.
"Mhm, baby..." you practically purr to him, leaning your head back to allow the boy to have all the skin he wants.Â
Tom smirks against your soft flesh, subtly liking the sway of your hands that gently pet through his hair and down his smooth back muscles. He then sneaks his hands under your back to undo your bra, even though he clearly appreciates how more gorgeous you look wearing his new gift.
After leaving you at least two or three pulsating and vibrant love bites, Tom makes you softly gasp in surprise at the way he yanks your bra along your arms and immediately starts sucking on the closest nip. The hungry sway of his tongue has you moaning and leaning your head back to close your eyes, losing yourself to his enticing warm rhythm.
His other hand wrapped around the other breast squeezing, squishing and even rolling the perky little nub between his thumb and index finger, till he finally decides to move his lips over the other and shows it some love as well.
Tom admires how glossy and wet your tip appears, while rasping that every single part of your body belongs to him. Which he demonstrates by biting close to your nipple almost hard enough to leave light impressions of his teeth. A sharp gasp of his name escapes your lips the moment you feel the pleasurable type of pain his possessive desires want to give you. Once Tom is done nipping all over your breasts, he grins at the way you are panting and looking rather vulnerable beneath him.
"Mhm, I have an idea" Tom murmurs, freeing you from your bra completely before grabbing your hips and rolling with you. As you find yourself on top of your boyfriend again, the boy then encourages you to turn around until your knees are on either side of his head, his dark hungry eyes staring up at the damp circle that outlines your intimate lower lips.Â
Extending his tongue, Tom leans up and laps down the middle of your clothed slit.
"F-fuck, Tommy..." you pant, staring down at the very clear aroused outline of his hard cock, still covered with his jeans. Lifting one hand, you feel along his shape, biting your lip feeling just how much his girth wants to be set free.
While continuing to lick against your panties, Tom shamelessly grabs your ass, pulling down until your are basically sitting on his face. However, he seems to thoroughly enjoy this as he makes out passionately with your lips to soak your lingerie with his saliva and your combined arousal.
"You've made your panties so wet, baby... âmust really feel turned on, uh?" he teases, making you squeak and jitter as he takes an intimate whiff against your clothed sex making it difficult for you to focus on unzipping his pants like you want to.
"Letâs take these off so I can really please my Birthday Girl..."Â
With warm cheeks you clumsily lift yourself up, making it easier for him to tug at your lace panties and toss them on the floor behind him. Just the heat from his eyes observing what makes you a woman is enough to have you tingling all over your body.
You murmur something incomprehensible, feeling absolutely sensational as he goes back to make out passionately with your lower lips and even presses his tongue into your folds.
Finding your own desire to make Tom feel good, you finally work his pants and boxers down enough to free his stout cock and immediately start licking him up and down while curling your fingers around the base. The rhythm your hand starts working on must feel amazing to him, because Tom pauses to groan in such a way that you feel the heat of his breath against your clit.
Adding your other hand, you pump his length from both sides while parting and wetting your lips with your tongue, before wrapping around the tip and bobbing back and forth. You feel his hips want more as they press up, wanting to feel more of your throat, such a motion making you feel powerful as you are now in control and clearly giving him a type of pleasure he enjoys a lot.
"Shit- you know I fucking like it when ya use your tongue like that, doll..." Tom grunts, getting off on the feeling of your muscle running along his girth you work more and more into your mouth.
But at some point you have to move both of your hands and just use them for stability, as you press against his thighs and try to give him a fast and deep pace.
Tom seems to all but forgets he is the one supposed to give you pleasure as well, but honestly you donât mind as you can almost picture his flushed and trying not to groan facial features. His girth is completely enveloped by your luscious lips and nearly poking the back of your throat, which has you salivating heavily.
When you pull away with the slickest of sensations dripping from you chin, Tom nearly hisses as if he is in pain, but you quickly start pumping him with your hand. You then place your lips back against his tip, working this rhythm and unable to say out loud that you want to taste him. Still, you make sure he can feel your lips as you keep bobbing until Tom groans your name, pressing his hips up as he fills your throat with his bitter liquid.
Sliding off his member, your lips feel tingly and numb while you swallow his hot juices and wipe any excess from your chin.Â
"Damn Tom, y-you almost killed me there..." you pant to him, laying your head down against his knee as you complain about how he thrusted his hips at the last second and nearly had you gagging.
"I blame you for having such an irresistible mouth..." Tom snickers which makes your cheeks warm despite the small tired smile on your lips.Â
Turning his head, he now starts sucking at your inner thigh until a hickey is forming, as he promised to make you feel just as good as he did or even better.
You purr and close your eyes as Tom sensual licks a circle around your slit, enjoying the flavour of your womanhood that has your core glistening. As soon as he presses deep into your folds with the enamoring girth of his tongue, you moan loudly and squeeze your hands against his legs. It nearly feels like, if you ever let go of him, you would simply float away from how delightful the pleasure he is giving you feel.
"Oh... Tom... A-aah... I-I feel so lightheaded..."
Tom seems to like how desperate you sound as he firmly grabs your bottom again, pushing your core down onto his tongue as deeply as he can, and thrusting his thick muscle back and forth. Your mewls of pleasure feed his desire as he feels your body writhing and your hands gripping tightly at his strong thighs until your walls clench and soak his lips.
Sliding his hands to your hips, Tom pushes you to lay at his side - making sure you securely sit between the back of the couch and his body - while he licks at his lips. He then canât help but chuckle at the hazy and dark blush that swarms your cheeks, still panting from your orgasm.
The boy proudly smirks, pushing fully at his pants and boxers to slide the rest of the way off his legs and crumple to the floor, leaving him just as naked as you are.Â
You canât help but bite your bottom lip at his handsome and muscular body, before Tom eases back and curled his index finger at you. As if under a spell, you raise yourself and turn back around facing him before straddling his hips once again.
"So you want me to ride you, baby? Mhm, I like being on top" you smugly smile down to him with a small giggle, as you caress both hands up and down his chest while you edge down to meet his lips.
"Gotta admit this view isn't bad at all..." Tom chuckles as he drags his eyes up and down your womanly curves.
He can see absolutely everything you have to offer and he loves it so much. Then Tomâs hands caress your stomach, going up until he is fondling your breasts.
"Mmh, my turn, Tommy. Let me fully enjoy my gift..."
Pushing at his hands, you lean down and admire his pretty eyes before kissing his check tenderly and sliding down to his neck. Tom seems to enjoy the soft pecks you give his skin and encourages you to leave him a few hickeys.
After suckling a few patches of his delicious and smooth skin, you edge down his chest until you can tease his six pack with some tickling licks that may have him wiggling beneath you, indicating a slight ticklish aspect about him.
"(Y/N), youâre such a fucking tease... I'm about to just shove you down onto my co-"
"Shush, Tom" you laugh while kissing his stomach, cutting him off. "Iâm the Birthday Girl today, so l can do whatever I want to you."
Lifting your hips, you make sure your core is right over his cock as you stroke him, but there is really no need because he is already hard again.
"Appreciate me another time, now I want to fuck you so bad."
You canât help but snort, biting your lip as Tom pets your thighs. Giving into what your impatient boyfriend wants, you ease your wet lips down onto the tip of his cock, before pressing yourself all the way and leaning your head back to moan in delight from feeling so full.
"Ngh... Oh, Tom..." you praise, leaning forward to caress his chest while you let yourself get used to his girth.
After leaning over to give him a couple of kisses, while caressing his cheeks and up through his hair, you lift your hips and press yourself back down. You soon develop a nice and pleasurable rhythm for both of you, that instantly make you both moan while feeling his girth rub along your warm walls in accurate intimate details.
"Fuck- watching ya ride me is such a turn on, gorgeous..." Tom hazes, making you gasp and mewl his name as he cups his hands around your breast. He squeezes then rolls them with his entire palm, helping them jiggle even more than they already where which has you completely arching your back.
You keep whimpering as the boy completely devours you with the eyes. Once again with the idea of pleasuring you first, he yanks your body forward enough to claim one of your nips and sucks on your flesh roughly.
"O-oh, t-that feels so good... Oh Tommy, you're so deep inside me..." you purr into his ear, squeezing his shoulders to help yourself and stay balanced. But your legs start to tremble and the pace you are working at is dying down little by little from fatigue.
"Give me your fine ass, baby and lean into me" Tom husks as he reaches behind your back, sliding down your soft skin until his strong hands grope over your bottom, giving it a tight grip as you let out a squeal at the feeling.Â
You smile gratefully, wrapping your arms around his neck to then give him a long and warm smooch before Tom just starts slamming into your body as fast as he can.
"A-ah! Tommy! Oh, f-faster baby!" you praise him with countless moans, leaning your head over his shoulder to hold him tightly.Â
The feeling of your breasts rubbing up against his toned muscular one feels so utterly thrilling. Riding him so deeply and this erotically makes you feel like his perfect puzzle piece.
"S-shit, (Y/N)- I-I'm about to-"
"Y-you can... i-inside is safe, Iâm on pill now" you assure him shakily, as you caress his cheek letting him know you have such an innate desire for him to just fill you to the brim.
Tom doesnât have to be told twice as he roughly claims your lips and shoves his tongue down your throat, while slamming your ass down against his hips. Maybe your inner thighs would be a little red later from his desire filled friction, but you would get over it pretty quickly when this wild boy here would be the one to want to cuddle naked later.
Your head is spinning with the wild build of pleasure, your folds just throbbing in desperation as Tom pounds into your body over and over again, until you both manage to achieve a blissful release within seconds of each other. Your warm arousal drips down his cock, while his hot juices nicely coats your warm walls.
Within seconds of your orgasm you just collapse down against his sweaty body, laying your cheek against his chest as you keep panting like you have been deprived of air for several hours. The boy under you laughs at how exhausted you are, lifting you slowly from his member but without saying what he is really thinking about - which is how much he likes the feeling of you laying on top of him.
His hands wrap around your back and just relax there, leaning his head back against the couch, sighing in a content way. The sound of his heartbeat thumping brings a warm smile to your face as you raise yourself just enough to nuzzle against his neck.Â
Then you remember something, so you sit more properly on top of him and lightly leans over the coffee table. Intrigued, Tom just stares at you to then smiles as he sees you bring both your flute glasses closer, and after the bottle of champagne. You slowly fill the glasses, focus on what you are doing.Â
"Needed a drink?" he cheekily asks as sitting up himself, both his arms maintaining him in this position.Â
"I canât refuse some fancy champagne, even less after sex" you giggle, sharing a kiss while you give him his glass.Â
You then take yours and Tom once again clinks your filled glasses together.
"Happy birthday, my beautiful (Y/N). I love you so much."Â
As you glance at him, you almost feel mesmerised by his actual look: eyes still glittering after your previous activity, hair going wildly in every direction, pink cheeks, a bit sweaty and naked. A sigh you would never get tired off. Smiling, you kiss him once again before taking a sip of the still cold bubbly beverage.
âSo... keeping this new little tradition for every birthday?â you whisper behind your glass, sending your boyfriend a teasing grin.
âI mean, I canât definitely say no to that...â
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See You Again by Wiz Khalifa (ft. Charlie Puth)- Dick Grayson and Jason Todd
a/n: strap in folks. This is going to hurt.
taglist: @river9noble
Master
part 2
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âIt's been a long day without you, my friend/And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again/We've come a long way from where we began/Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again/When I see you again.â
âDamn, who knew?/All the planes we flew/Good things we've been through/That I'll be standing right here talking to you/'Bout another path/I know we loved to hit the road and laugh/But something told me that it wouldn't last/Had to switch up/Look at things different, see the bigger picture/Those were the days/Hard work forever pays/Now I see you in a better place.â
âThe love will never get lost/And when brotherhood come first/Then the line will never be crossed/Established it on our own/When that line had to be drawn/And that line is what we reach/So remember me when I'm gone.â
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October 18, 9:30pm.
âJason? Jason, where are you? You need to pick up- Bruce called me, freaking out because youâve been spotted in Europe? I know you wanted to find your mom but Jesus Christ Jay, where are you? Pick up your goddamn phone, at least let me know youâre safe, that youâre okay. I wonât even tell Bruce. Just tell me youâre alright, okay? Call me back as soon as possible.âÂ
October 18, 11:48pm.Â
âHey. Sorry. I donât know what to say. When I heard⊠Bruce told me. I didnât really want to believe it. I still donât really want to believe it. Iâm just⊠Iâm so sorry.âÂ
October 21, 5:36pm.
âYouâre everywhere. God. Youâd probably hate it. Everyone talks about the tragedy. They donât really know what happened. They just know that you⊠that youâre gone. I wish you were gone. Completely. It would be easier to handle if you were. Iâm sorry.âÂ
October 31, 1:01am.
âI was supposed to pick you up, remember? We were going to go trick or treating in Bludhaven, because we never had that before. Because I was in the circus. And you⊠anyways, you said I should go as Green Lantern because you think if it could, a green ring would pick me anyways. No fear, huh? Well. I was always scared of something, Little Wing. God you hated it when I called you that Iâm sor-âÂ
November 13, 4:13pm.
âItâs been almost a month and your face still shows up sometimes on the news. I miss you.âÂ
December 1, 2:52am.
âBruce isnât the same without you Little Wing. Heâs reckless. Careless. I think heâs going to get himself killed. Itâs kind of⊠terrifying. Clarkâs worried. The Leagueâs keeping an eye on him. I wish I could. But⊠god it just hurts to be in the Cave right now. Iâm sorry.âÂ
December 20, 9:38pm.
âI was helping Alfred put the decorations up. No ones really feeling festive but⊠we had to do something I guess. We got the stockings up, and⊠Iâve never seen Alfred cry over anything, but he just couldnât stop when he saw your stocking. I⊠I put it up in my room. I wanted to feel like you were here for the holidays. Sometimes I feel like youâre going to burst through the door anymore like it was some sort of joke-âÂ
December 25, 12:02am.Â
âMerry Christmas Little Wing.âÂ
January 3, 3:26pm.
âI donât know why I keep calling this number. You donât pick up. I know you wonât pick up. But I miss you. This is the only way I hear you anymore. I wish you were calling me for tips and tricks again. I wish I had known you were in trouble. I wish I was fast enough to get you. I wish youâd never gotten into this in the first place, you were so young, you didnât deserve to go out like this, god itâs just not right-â
January 26, 7:09pm.
âToday was a good day. We took in a stray dog, kept him safe and found his owner. Heâd run away because he was spooked by a loud car. He was a German Shepard, I remember you saying you had one when you were really little, his name was Buddy, right? Anyways, I think that saving stray dogs and getting cats out of trees and helping lost kids find their parents are the best parts of this job.âÂ
February 15, 1:29am.Â
âIâm so sorry Little Wing, I think I forgot that joke you told me. I was trying to tell Kori and I forgot the punchline and I wish you were here to tell me it again because it was really funny and I think she would really like it. I think you would like her Jay, sheâs a spitfire, youâd get a kick out of how she keeps us all in line. Youâd like this crew. Youâd like it here. Iâm sorry.âÂ
March 29, 3:06am.Â
âIâm sitting here, in the Batcave. Looking at Bruce, passed out from a fight that took a sharp turn. It was stupid, heâs beaten Mr. Freeze so many times, he was making rookie mistakes and I just donât know what to do anymore. He⊠he hit me Jay. Heâs not the same. I asked Alfred, if this is what happened when his folks⊠when they⊠anyways, he said no. He said he fought to be better. So why is he trying to get himself kil-âÂ
April 04, 6:45pm.Â
âI donât even⊠fuck.âÂ
April 04, 6:49pm.
âOkay so, this kid, heâs like, 12? 13? He comes up to me and heâs like âI know who you areâ and Iâm sitting here thinking this kid has some affinity for the Flying Graysons or something âcause that has happened before. But no. No this kid, his name is Tim by the way, Tim is like âI know youâre Nightwing and Jason Todd was Robin and Bruce Wayne is Batman andâ- fuck, Jay you shouldâve heard this kid-â
April 04, 6:52pm.Â
âAnd heâs like âI know Jason died and now Batmanâs being stupid because he doesnât have a Robin to care about so you should come back and be Robin again because Batman needs Robinâ. Jesus Christ Jason, this kid, I swear, he genuinely believes if I donât go back to being Robin, Bruce is going to go completely off the deep end. And I think heâs sort of right, but I donât think me going back to Robin will fix it-âÂ
April 04, 6:54pm.Â
âIâm also a grown ass man with my own life, and my own identity, and I worked so hard to get out from Bruce Wayne and Batmanâs shadow and I donât even want to go back to Robin. I like Nightwing. Besides, with how things are going with me and Bruce, I donât think heâd take me back to begin with. And now he knows things and fuck things got pretty fucked up after you⊠after you⊠fuck.âÂ
April 26, 1:22am.Â
âIâve never wanted to harm a child more in my life, Jay. This jerk started tracking me down on patrol, still trying to convince me to go back. Iâm not going back. Itâs not happening.âÂ
May 11, 8:47pm.Â
âThis isnât a Tim update. I just. I was starting to forget what your voice sounded like. I still canât remember that joke. Iâm sorry Little Wing. Thanks for listening. Iâm sorry. I miss you. Iâm sorry I wasnât a better big brother, I shouldâve been better. Iâm sorry.âÂ
June 18, 5:14am.Â
âTim had officially been taken under Batmanâs wing. He saved Bruce today. No training. No strength. No guidance. Just a shit ton of will and heart. Kind of reminds me of you, when you were first starting out. The you behind all those walls you built to protect yourself. I wish you wouldâve torn more of those down for us. He starts training today. Iâm going to help. I donât think Bruce should do this but, what do I know?âÂ
July 04, 9:00pm.Â
âYou always liked the fireworks in Gotham on the Fourth of July. Youâd wanna sit by the water and watch the colours burst through the sky. It was like, the one night a year Bruce would let you take the night off when you were healthy so that Alfred and I could take you. Heâd join us if it was a quiet night. You remember that? Heâd come with us. For a minute it felt like we were just a normal family.âÂ
August 16, 12:00am.Â
âI always liked to be the first one to say it. Happy Birthday Little Wing. I love you kiddo.âÂ
September 1, 5:19pm.Â
âI keep forgetting your voice. For a scary minute today, I couldnât picture your face. When was the last time I hugged you? Iâm sorry. I shouldâve done it more.âÂ
October 18, 11:45pm.Â
âIâŠâÂ
October 18, 11:49pm.Â
âI canâtâŠâÂ
October 18, 11:55pm.Â
âItâs been a really long year, Jay. I hope wherever you are, youâre with my folks. Theyâd love you, I think. Say hi for me. Give them a hug for me. I love you. I miss you. I wish I could see you again, Iâd give just about anything to give you one more hug. I remembered that joke. Kori didnât quite understand it, but she says you sound like a good kid. ⊠I love you Little Wing.âÂ
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I request...JEALOUS ROWAN make it angsty but fluffy at the end! maybe with a big fight in the middle
Fighting for Love
A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for. Warnings include light sexual content, some drinking, and swearing. Also angst angst angst and some fluff. Â
âRowan!â His girlfriend yelled. âHurry up weâre going to be late.â Sighing, he laced up his shoes and did up the buttons on his shirt. It was Aelinâs 21st birthday and Fenrys was throwing her a massive party to celebrate.
He stepped out of the room and leaned on the counter. He was just about to say something when Aelin walked through the kitchen doorway. She was wearing a tight red dress that hugged her curves and looked as though it had been painted onto her body. The neckline plunged down her chest and Rowan found it difficult to keep his eyes on her face. Her lips were parted slowly and he tracked the movements of her tongue as she licked her lower lip.
âHi.â She said softly.
âHmm.â He murmured and Aelin laughed. The sound was a blessing to his ears, and he stepped forward, suddenly needed to touch her. His hands reached for her hips and she slid her arms around his waist. Leaning down, he captured her lips with his own. The kiss was hard and fast, a clashing of tongues and teeth driven more by lust than love. The only problem was that for Rowan, it was both.
He had realized a few weeks back that he loved her. Sheâd been away for a girls weekend in Atlantic City and Rowan had been left to his own devices. Heâd been absolutely miserable, doing nothing all weekend but lying in his bed and watching cheesy soap operas. On Sunday night, Rowan had gone to the airport to meet her. Aelinâs entire face had lit up upon spotting him and sheâd literally leaped across a barrier to run at him. As soon as she had reached him, and he was cradling her in his arms, the ache in Rowanâs chest was soothed. Heâd been wanting to tell her for a while now but was absolutely terrified that she wouldnât feel the same way. Rowan didnât think that was a rejection he would survive.
Instead, heâd chosen to enjoy every moment he had with her. Aelin practically lived at his apartment. She came there after work and left again in the morning. The only time she really went to her own apartment was to get a few pairs of clothes and bring over some food. It was honestly a wonder they hadnât moved in together yet.
âWhat are you thinking about.â She asked, flicking his nose. He stepped away from her and tugged her towards the door.
âTrying to figure out how to get out of making small talk with all your friends for hours.â
Aelin smiled. âVodka.â She winked. âThe answer to all problems.â
The sound of his laugh chased them out the door.
Rowan had been here five minutes and he already wanted to leave. Aelin had gone off with Fenrys the second theyâd arrived. Sheâd promised to come back for him but Rowan didnât really believe it. Aelin was much more social than he was. Everyone loved her. Rowan on the other hand much preferred to sit in the corner and observe. Currently, he very much disliked what he was seeing.
Aelin was talking animatedly to a tall brown-haired man. Rowan had never met him but he already disliked him. His feelings most likely had something to do with the way his eyes refused to move from Aelinâs breasts. His girlfriend, completely oblivious, was leaning over to reach for a drink, practically giving the brunette a show.
Rowan jumped slightly as a figure slid in the seat beside him. âHey Rowan.â He said cheerfully.
âHi Dorian.â Rowan replied kindly. He actually liked Dorian. Aelinâs best friend was funny and sweet and had always been incredibly nice to Rowan.
âWho is that?â Rowan asked, inclining his head in Aelinâs direction.
Dorian looked over and bit out a quick laugh. âHer ex. Chaol.â Rowan stiffened as a roaring noise entered his head.
Rowan had heard all about Chaol. Heâd practically ruined Aelin. Destroyed every bit of self-confidence she had. She was barely making it out of what heâd done to her when Rowan had met her. He didnât understand why she was talking to that dick-head now.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Aelin run a hand down his bicep slowly. Before Rowan even knew what he was doing, he was up out of his chair and halfway across the room.
âExcuse me.â He said, stepping between Aelin and Chaol. She shot him an unimpressed glare. âCan I talk to you for a moment?â He asked her, his hand coming to down to grip her wrist gently. She pulled back from his touch but gestured for him to follow her all the same. Aelin led them through the kitchen of Fenrysâ apartment and into an empty bedroom. Shutting the door behind them, Aelin turned to face Rowan.
âWhat the fuck was that?â She asked calmly.
Rowan took a deep breath in, knowing immediately he was screwed. âI donât know.â
She sighed and sat down on the bed, gesturing for Rowan to do the same. âWhatâs been up with you recently.â She asked softly.
Every inch of his body itched to tell her truth. That he loved her so much that seeing her with another man had made his chest hurt. Had made him so blind with jealousy that heâd become exactly the possessive asshole he despised.
But he couldnât, so he settled on lying. âNothing. Iâm just jealous I guess.â
She snorted. âJealous. Rowan weâve barely been dating for four months. I was talking to an old friend. You had no reason to pull me away. You donât own me for fucks sake.â
âAelin heâs not just an old friend. That man quiet literally made you need therapy. You were a complete mess after him.â He bit back.
âI can handle myself Rowan.â She told him. There was anger forming in those blue gold eyes that warned him to stay away. Normally he would, but all sense of reason was lost on him tonight.
âCan you? Not to mention you were practically giving him a show.â Wrong thing to say.
âOh shut up Rowan. Itâs not my fault that you enjoy sitting alone in the corner. Itâs my 21st birthday. I should be allowed to get stupid wasted and not have to babysit my 23 year old boy friend.â
âIâm fun.â He mumbled softly, batting his eyelashes at her.
âOh please.â She spat, crossing her arms over her chest. Her breasts pushed up higher, and as Rowan ran his gaze over her body, he was struck dumb by her beauty once again. Her cheeks were tinted red from both a light dusting of blush and her lingering anger towards him.Â
âIâm going back out to talk to Chaol.â She told him, moving suddenly towards the door.Â
A sudden panic filled his chest and his stomach dropped. âPlease don't.â He asked, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around.Â
âFuck Rowan.â She was yelling now, âStop controlling me. I hate it. I fucking hate people telling me what to do.âÂ
âWeâre in a relationship damn it. If I don't want you to talk to your ex than thatâs a fair request.â He was being so incredibly irrational but somehow he couldn't stop the words coming from his mouth.Â
âThan maybe I don't want to be in a relationship anymore.â She was speaking quietly now, but he still heard her.Â
He froze up. His heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to tune out the words that he only dared imagine in his worst of nightmares. âWhat.â He rasped, voice hoarse.Â
âI can't be in another relationship where I don't have freedom. Where I can't make my own choices.â She hesitated slightly. âIâll see you around Rowan.âÂ
She took one step towards the door and his whole world began to slow. Rowan had no idea what to do, what to say to keep her here with him. He only had one idea, and this time he didn't hesitate.Â
âI love you.â He blurted, voice surprisingly level.Â
Aelin, who had the door partially ajar, went very still. For a moment Rowan thought she might just leave him alone, and his heart started to sink. But then, ever so slowly, she shut the door and turned back around to face him.Â
âYou love me.â She repeated. Her eyes were wide and filled with a swirl of emotions he couldn't place. She didn't look angry though, and he took that as a good sign.Â
He swallowed. âYeah. I do. Iâm sorry for being such a possessive dick. It won't happen again. I was just scared because I'm in love with you Aelin. The though of losing you is just too much for me and I - âÂ
She cut him off with her lips against his. She kissed him like he was air and she was drowning. He was so consumed with her that for a moment he forgot their entire situation. At long last she pulled back, her hand tracing circles on his cheek bone.Â
âI love you too.â She smiled at him. Unbridled joy was written on her face and Rowan nearly fell to his knees. Instead, he didn't the only thing he knew how to do. The only thing he ever wanted to do as long as he lived. He kissed her.Â
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