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dig your claws right into me âĄ
logan howlett x fem!reader
logan hurts you when he has a nightmare. now you both have to deal with the fallout.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, descriptions of nightmare, injury, and blood
a/n: reader is a mutant but i didn't specify her powers so you can imagine what you want. just some sickly sweet intimacy cause that's what i was feeling tonight <3
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
The words come out whispered as Logan's lips press against the three tiny bumps of developing scar tissue on your abdomen.
"I already told you that you don't have to be sorry," you say. Your voice drifts into the space between the two of you as soft as the movements of your fingers running through his hair.
"Well I am, bub. You should want me to be."
Each one of his hands rests upon either side of your waist. His fingers squish against your flesh while his eyes stare at the scars on your belly. He gazes at them like the small marks, all equidistant from one another, could be willed away by his harsh look. He hated the fact that they were there at all. Even worse, that he was the one who gave them to you.
"But it was an accident," you respond, giving one of the tufts of his hair a gentle tug.
His dark pupils flit up to look at your face. "Doesn't matter. It being an accident doesn't change the fact that you're gonna have these marks forever. I wouldn't care that it was accidental if I'd killed you."
He remembers the night it happened that seemed like a real possibility.
His light sleep had been interrupted by a nightmare. Over the time that had passed between then and now, it'd become indistinct from all the others he experiences regularly. The only difference between that one and the ones he'd had since he'd started sleeping next to you each night was the intensity. That night had been rough. Normally when he slept in your room, he seemed to be able to tone it down. Almost as if his brain knew to not act up while your relationship was still starting to blossom.
But two weeks ago, his mind didn't care. It flash-banged him with the usual images of himself in that tank. The searing, splitting pain of the adamantium attaching itself to his bones.
Usually, if he had a nightmare beside you, he'd grunt and twitch, maybe shift around a little. That night though, you got to see the whole performance. The tossing and turning, sweating and moaning, tense limbs and scrunched up face.
Poor, sweet, innocent you thought that you could just wake him up. Your hands nudged at his bicep and shoulder as you gently cooed "Logan. It's just a dream."
In the end, your tenderness didn't matter. When he actually came to, your anguished cry was all that registered. And then he felt the sharp heat between his knuckles that meant the claws were out. His heart dropped and his vision nearly blacked out. He couldn't have.
He retracted them as quickly as they'd appeared and pulled back to look at you. Crimson flooded the gray t-shirt you'd worn to bed. The three little spots spread into large blooms of scarlet. Your hands flew to the spot to clutch at it, but they did nothing to stop the warm liquid from spilling out.
"No, no, no, fuck," he'd whispered frantically as his mind raced for a solution.
Your cries morphed into whimpers. Soft and vulnerable. Like a prey animal that'd been fatally wounded but not put out of its misery. Blood seeped out onto your bedding, and it was then that he rocketed off the mattress and scooped you up into his arms.
Fortunately, Scott, Jean, and Storm were already outside the door in the hall, having heard the scream. A gathering of students lingered behind them as well. Shame coursed through his veins, albeit dulled by the panic. He remembered thinking it was stupid, but after the adrenaline left his system, it was the dominant emotion he was left with. Ashamed was the only word that could describe holding the knowledge that everyone here now saw he was capable of hurting the woman he loves. Maybe he was no better than an animal.
In truth, shame was all he felt now. So much relief settled over him since you'd made it out alive. Thanks to the enhanced physical capabilities from your mutation and Jean's adequate medical skills, these scars would be the only lasting effect of the wounds.
He'd rushed you down to the infirmary faster than he'd ever moved in a non-combat situation. His feet thundered down the stairs, a part of him withering to ash with each little whimper you let out as the motion jostled your body around.
"I'm sorry, bub. Almost there. We're almost there. You're gonna be ok," he'd mumbled out thoughtlessly, saying anything he could that would bring you even a shred of comfort.
He kept your hand in his the entire time you were down there on the cold examination table. His grip stayed firm. He wouldn't let the anxiety over your well being consume him. This was his fault, and now you needed him. He didn't get to be worried or upset or anything that wasn't in support of you.
When you howled in pain, he winced as if he was the one being treated. You cried for him, choking out "Logan" through tears over and over. It tore him apart inside. All he could do to soothe you was stroke your cheek and murmur reassurances in your ear.
"Shh, shh, shh. You're doing so good, baby. My strong girl. Being so brave."
He usually reserved affection for private moments, but in those painful seconds, it felt like you two were the only ones in the room.
These thoughts running through his head display across his face. The way his cheek squishes against your tummy and his eyes vacantly stare at the wall opposite his bed. You told him the next day that everything transformed into a blur in your mind. You remembered the feeling of being stabbed and the sight of him panicking, but beyond that nothing specific stayed. You knew he held you and talked to you even though you couldn't recall an individual thing he said or did.
That was fine with him. He listened to you tell the story from your perspective. You spoke with your normal cadence, the usual happy glow in your eyes, and the same animated gestures coming from your hands. His eyes lingered on your torso though. The bandages peeking out from underneath your clean camisole he'd changed you into.
Every last detail of the incident was etched into the deepest part of his psyche. Most likely stored away as material for future nightmares. As much as he hated it, he figured that's the way it should be. He didn't deserve the peace that comes with forgetting.
For the first week after it'd happened, he wouldn't sleep with you. He'd stay with you, cuddled against your body, until you drifted off. Then he'd get up and skulk back to his own room, leaving you cold and alone on your bed.
Eventually after a few more days, you got him to try it out again, but he'd only do it in his own room. It was hard for him to be in yours. New sheets covered your foamy mattress now since the blood wouldn't wash out of the old set. Each brush of the novel material against his skin was just a rose-printed reminder of what he'd done to you.
He's snapped out of his recollection when your voice returns to the original conversation.
"None of that stuff happened though. You didn't kill me, and you're not going to. I'll be more careful next time," you break the silence with a gentle reassurance.
Next time. That's what hurts the worst. You knew this would happen again. You'd promised that when it did you wouldn't try to wake him. Wouldn't touch him or do anything that could set him off. Just give him his space and let him work through it.
"I don't even want you worrying about being careful when you're trying to sleep," he grumbles.
Your nails scrape over his scalp, making his eyes flutter. A deep sigh leaves him. As much as he hated himself for all of this, he could never help easing up under your touch.
"You're worth it."
Three words you said so often. He never believed them, but that didn't stop you from repeating them like a slogan. Instead of arguing with you over the validity of the statement, he stays silent. Replaces any verbal response with a physical one by nuzzling into the warmth of your stomach and laying kisses around your navel.
You watch the affectionate gesture and trail your fingers down to the nape of his neck, massaging the tender skin there.
"You are," you whisper, "One mistake doesn't define you. Doesn't change how I see you."
"It's not just a simple mistake-" he starts.
"Yes it is," you interject, trying to nip his self doubt in the bud.
"It's not. It's not like I forgot your birthday or left my wallet behind when taking you out."
"It's still an accident. The severity doesn't change the intention. Would you hate me if my powers acted up and hurt you?"
God, you could be just as stubborn as him. It grated on his already frayed nerves. He shifts to look up at you fully. And some of that building tension dissolves upon seeing the earnest look on your face.
"It's not the same. Anything you did to me, I would heal," he says.
"I'm healing too. I'm just not as fast as you," you respond. You actually smile as if this is some lighthearted matter. Of course you knew it wasn't the same. You presented no danger to him whereas if he'd nicked you an inch to the left, he might be talking to your headstone right now instead of you. That wasn't the point though.
He shakes his head. "It's different, bub. But I'm not even saying you should hate me..."Â
In truth, he didn't know what he was saying. If he wanted you to hate him or stay away from him, he could be the one to break things off. But he was still right here, arms wrapped around you and head hovering inches away from your body.
"I just think you should be more cautious than you're being," he finishes, "I don't want you to think you have to put up with this."
You frown and pet his hair. "I don't think that."
"I'm not trying to lecture you, baby," he sighs, "I just don't want to hurt you again."
He could certainly flaunt a pair of puppy eyes when he wanted to. The way he was looking up at you now made him seem so sad and wounded. Like a dog who can't control when he bites but gets kicked aside for it all the same.
"You're not going to. We'll be careful. It was an accident," you say, tone almost pleading, "You're still my Logan."
To go along with your words, you pull on one of his arms, beckoning him closer. He complies with your request and scales your body so that the two of you are aligned. You stare up into his eyes and the whirlpools of emotion within them. Your hand lands on his cheek, your thumb stroking back and forth in small swipes.
"I'm not gonna let you pull away cause of this," you whisper, "It wasn't your fault. You don't choose to have those dreams."
You can tell he wants to argue, but he struggles to find the words. Indirectly cutting him off, you guide his head closer to yours. His face slots against the crook of your neck, and yours does the same in his. You nuzzle him there, breathing in the rich, musky scent of him.
"You're not wrong for wanting to be happy. You don't deserve to be alone," you say and kiss below his ear.
The words make him ache from within. His metal bones vibrate with the weight of possibility of that being true while his heartbeat feels as though it stutters between his ribs. He wants to huff and say that he knows, that he doesn't need you psychoanalyzing him, thank you very much. But none of that will come out. So instead he chuckles. He tries to make it sound smooth; although, the awkwardness is apparent in each bit.
He pulls back a little and smirks down at you. "So you think I'm cut out for being gentle? Is that it?"
You know what he's doing. As closed off as he tries to be, you don't need telepathy to sense what he's feeling. You let him play it off with a joke though. If he's joking, he's not drowning in self-pity, which is all you want.
"Mhm, I know you are," you say and nose at his cheek, kissing the spot on it without facial hair, "You may have claws, but you purr like a kitten when I have my hands on you."
His eyes roll when you say that. He leans down and begins to return some of your loving gestures.
"Don't go telling people that. It's only for you," he murmurs.
"Of course, of course," you say with the same subtle playfulness.
Words die out in favor of using your mouths for better things. The kisses are lazy, built more off of love and adoration rather than lust and passion. One of your arms loops over his shoulders to keep him close while your other rubs at his side. The tip of his nose brushes your earlobe as he lowers to kiss down your throat.
His lips meet your pulse point and the divots in your neck that make you shudder when touched. He's familiar with all your secret spots by now. He plays you better than any instrument. His breath fans over your skin as his teeth scrape against the same flesh. His hands work below, squeezing your waist, fingertips leaving little bumps in their wake.
The hand of yours that had been on his side drifts further down and wiggles its way between your two bodies. Your digits stroke his pelvis above the area his cock would soon begin to harden.
A groan reverberates through his chest as his shaft rises to attention. From this angle, the pads of your fingers can reach the tip. You rub on it with light pressure, up and down. That gets him to repeat the groan, only this time the undertone of need is more prominent.
His lips latch onto your neck to work a little mark onto your skin while he pushes the waistband of his sweatpants down his thighs. You were only wearing a cropped t-shirt and panties, already easily accessible.
He nudges your thighs apart further and grinds his bulge over your mound. The heat from both your aching centers grows hotter with the friction. Arching your back off the bed, you whimper softly for further satisfaction. He presses you back down using his larger stature.
"Patience, sweetheart. Being gentle, remember?"
He only teases you with a few more grinds of his hips before his boxers vanish too and his heavy cock rests against the soft fabric of your panties. You feel the familiar thickness at first. Then his fingers swoop down and pull your panties to the side so he can slot the drippy tip against your folds. Precum smears against your slick, velvety skin.
Seconds later he splits you open. He bites his lip while you whine, his fat cock pushing further into your wanting hole. You squeeze around him. Your walls clamp and contract on his length. It doesn't push him out, merely sucks him further in. He chokes out a low moan from how tight you get.
So tight and so wet. Arousal oozes from you in no short supply. It didn't take much to get you going for Logan. A few touches alone had you leaking like a broken faucet. You whimper as he bottoms out, hips jerking as the head taps your cervix. He always gets so deep it's nearly unbearable. Even when he's going slow like he is now, he's all you can think of. He fills you up down there and occupies all the space in your head.
"Feel good, baby?" he asks.
You nod, unable to respond verbally as you adjust to the intrusion.Â
He doesn't give you a prolonged period of time to adapt right now. Normally he would, but most other times, he'd be going much faster than he plans to at this moment. Typically, he'd let you get comfy with the stretch before drawing his hips back and then pumping them forward again. He'd slam in and out of you. It'd be loud with the sound of skin clapping combined with your moans and his growls. It'd be rough and quick. The bed would shake and bobble around with the force of him.
But tonight, none of that happens. He barely even pulls out to thrust. He stays nice and deep, grinding his hips rather than fucking himself in and out of you. You whine in sweet stretches of sound. He sighs and grunts against your neck. Neither of you sound like feral animals going into heat.
You loved when you fucked like that, but right now, both of you needed this. Each roll of his hips felt like a stroke of heaven brushing your insides. Your limbs curl around him tighter to keep him close. Your arms guard his neck while your legs dig into his hips. He's so lost in the feeling of you, he can't even tell where he ends and you begin.
"Tell me how it feels. Need to hear you. Wanna know I'm doing it how you need," he mumbles.
"Feels perfect," you whimper in return, "So fuckin' deep."
"Good. I only ever wanna make you feel good."
You nod, knowing it's the truth. "Anyone can hurt me, but only you know how to make me feel like this."
His eyes scrunch up at your words. He just feels lucky he has his face buried against your skin so you can't see. It had been just what he needed to hear. Boosting himself onto his knees a bit more to gain some leverage, he grips your hips and ruts against you with the slightest bit more force.
You whine at the soothing rhythm in which your bodies rock. The sense of satisfaction brought on from this took root in the deepest pit of your belly. You weren't gonna explode like you often did. Probably wouldn't scream or scratch up his back. But you could tell you were gonna cum hard.
Without saying it, he communicates he feels the same. His lack of usual dirty talk tells you everything you need to know. His cock stays nestled deep inside your pussy as he works you both to the edge. His face remains flush against your neck.
You cum first, and he follows right behind. You tighten up, toes curling and a high mewl echoing out of your throat. Your body shivers. He spills his release inside of you, his energy leaving with the sticky ropes of cum that fire.
He goes boneless on top of you, still cherishing the feeling of your skin on his. His breaths feel cool against your sweating skin.
"My baby," he sighs. His eyes flutter shut. He knows he has to pull out before he knocks out for a while, but he can do that in a second. He just needs a few more minutes of this.
You press a few kisses to the side of his head and rub his back. His hand slides between both your abdomen to touch the scars, reminding himself what he's capable of despite his current tenderness.
After a few moments, he pulls out and slumps to the side of you. You peck his lips and take the acquisition of space as a way to cool off. His eyes are drooping already. It feels good seeing him so relaxed. You kiss the space between his brows, then the bridge of his knows, and end on his lips.
"Sweet dreams," you whisper, wishing that would be enough to keep the nightmares at bay. At least for tonight.
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OBSESSED: FUSHIGURO
A/N: OH. MY. GOD. Anon. I love you and hate you for this request. This wasâŠhard. I told myself I wouldnât publish it unless it was fucking perfect (you should see the scalpels I took to each goddamn sentence before this version).
SECOND: I will square up with Gege for writing the most enigmatic, LAYERED, complex, muddled character to exist. I wanted this to be Megumi. Through and through. His darkness, his light, his reservation, his crazy, all in one. And IDK. I think I did it? This one is purely to prove to myself that I can write for characters that are hard to write for (*cough* yuta im glaring at you *cough*)
THIRD: if you do read this (I get people feel things about aged up characters etc), I implore you to listen to this. Guys. I heard this at 0200 IN THE OR during a 6 hour case and the entire concept for this came to me. Meg is sophisticated and unruly, selfless and selfish, etc. So this has some NSFW but definitely probably more on the poetic, long ends of my works.
CW: Aged up characters (20+), college AU, fluffy/raunchy/dark romance-y because LOOK at him. He takes after Gojo AND Toji. Mature, 18+
âYou like it when Iâm rough.â
Megumiâs melody rings crystal clear.
Low.
Precise.
An F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, flying dark. Below enemy radar.
The piano keys float beneath his tone. His long, slender, deft fingers effortlessly execute the sheet music before him. Itâs his GPS system, a personal flight map.
Little Beethoven, his advanced music theory professor calls him.
Truth is, Megumi is a prolific pianist and vocalist. He can tame any note, any melody, any harmony faster than any of his Shikigami.
Speaking ofâŠ
Megumi pulls off the piano and tortured love song in an instant. Just as the grade 3 curse creeps through the open door.
The part between his right long and ring fingers is automatic. His left hand grips the web space between his right thumb and index finger.
âDemon dog.â Megumi summons.
Low. Precise. Decisive.
âEat it, boy.â
A small, approving smile tugs on the corners of his lips. Low level curses are the nothing more than chew toys to his divine dogs. With a tiny wave of his fingers, his technique buzzes inward.
Megumiâs eyes float to the ancient analog clock on the wall.
13:50
10 more minutes until youâll meet him for your date.
No. Not date.
Study. 10 more minutes until youâre meeting him to study.
Your thought blooms within him like wildfire. It sets his normally cool, porcelain skin ablaze.
Megumi whips his body around to face the piano. To exorcise the feeling. The keyboard has always been his outlet. His life blood. Playing, singing, musing in and out of written songs is his catharsis.
Words donât come easy. They never have. But lyrics do.
And when he gets to ride lyrics with his voice, his runs..?
The words he can never find on his own are suddenly out there. In the atmosphere. Coating empty rooms in a mist of his thoughts, his feelings.
No certain promise that the person the words are destined for will ever catch them. Or ever walk through the room and be kissed by the remnants of his musical trail. But Megumi has said (sung, played) them. And thatâs enough.
âSorry if I come across a type of way.â
âIâve been trying to get out of my wayâŠâ
His fingers dive into the keys. Angrily. Earnestly.
âI know it doesnât seem like I care, but you know I careââ
âWow Meg, you sound incredible.â
You bring him to an abrupt stop. Your voice is maple syrup trailing down Megumiâs neck, leaving goosebumps in its candied wake.
Pitch fucking perfect.
A soft, ethereal C, gliding down Heavenâs staircase. You infuse sunlight into his name, whichever way you choose to say it.
And itâs hell. Itâs cruel. To have as keen hearing as he does. To listen to you sing his name and have nothing else follow.
âFushiguro.â Megumi shoots up from his seat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.
âWhat?â
âFushiguro.â He repeats, eyes briefly meeting yours before settling above your head. Heâs at least a head and shoulders taller.
âNobody calls me Meg.â
You throw your head back. Feather light crescendo in your laughter. Itâs pretty. Tantalizing in the way chandeliers twinkle when they capture a beam of light.
His eyes dart down to catch the feminine column of your neck. Curving into your delicate collar bones. How are your lines so seamless?
So cinematic. Like heâs watching a figure skater land a triple axel. Or a prima ballerina en pointe. Itâs not fathomable.
Gorgeous.
You are gorgeous.
âI call you Meg.â You retort with a smile that liquifies all of his joints.
You double your walking speed to keep pace with Megumiâs long strides. Both of you exit the sound engineering building. Heading straight for the campus library a couple blocks away.
âWho were youâoh,â Megumiâs glacial hand along the small of your back steals your voice away.
Your eyes and feet follow his gentle push, shifting you to the other side of him.
âWalking on the wrong side.â He mutters, monotone. Matter-of-fact. Obviously.
Heâs a gentleman. Of course he is going to walk on the traffic facing edge of the sidewalk.
Of course he didnât feel the electric currents wire through his fingers to clench â suffocate â his heart.
No, he didnât hear that punched out, falsetto gasp when his hand cradled your perfectly tapered waist.
Or notice how well you fit into his hand. How light you are under his touch that had none of his real strength behind it.
Youâre made of alluring lines. Intoxicating sounds.
What would it take to coax a pretty melody out of your pouty lips?
His fingers?
Theyâre long. And smart. Cold. Remarkably patient. Youâd like them.
He could make you love them.
Crave them. Need, whimper, whine, and cry out for them.
âSo who was it?â You tether him to reality.
âWho was what?â Megumi counters, leading you to a private study room.
âThe way you were singing earlier.â
Hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention. Blood runs Siberian cold. Megumiâs gaze on you is subzero.
âIt had to be for someone.â You lower down into a seat in slow motion.
The sweetheart neckline of your sundress is mean. Your supple mounds tilt and ripple with every micro movement. Megumi has forgotten why heâs glaring at you.
âYou sound tooâŠpretty. It canât be wasted on thin air.â You continue.
âShe must beââ
âLetâs just get started, okay?â He sharply redirects the conversation.
And promptly shifts gear to low autopilot. Heâll speak when spoken to, answer questions intermittently. But his mindâs true coordinates are a galaxy away.
Megumi retreats to his shadow garden.
Watching you.
Drinking you in.
Savoring each detail on his tastebuds like dessert.
The pencil eraser leaves an indent on your bottom lip where youâve been pressing too hard.
Megumi wants to roll your bottom lip under his teeth. Until it flushes rose and swells beneath his relentless pull.
His eyes fall to your bracelet, far too big for your dainty wrist.
He could hold both of your wrists in one hand above your head or behind your back for hours. Without breaking a sweat.
His other hand would take its time.
To stroke you. Pet you. Learn your sheet music. Then play your body like a harp until youâre a chorus of beautiful, soprano whimpers and moans. Begging and pleading so prettily, enticing him to give in.
But he wonât.
Not until youâre soft enough. A babbling, warm, ruined brook beneath his fingers.
Then heâll take you, gorgeous.
Searing pain from his sharp swallow and nails digging into his thighs rip him down to the present.
Vision a little fuzzy. Head a revolving door of vulgar scenarios. A dull, demanding ache between his legs draws his eyes to his lap.
Fucking hell.
His jeans are uncomfortable. Heâs stiff and needy. Not nearly enough strength in his pants to hold back his drunken arousal.
Not to the mention, theâ
swarm of shadows growing at his feet?
Is hisâŠinnate domain materializing around him right now?
Megumi aggressively slices through the air at his hip level. Below the table, but you donât miss his sudden stirring.
âMeg? You okay overââ
âGoing to the bathroom.â He gruffs through a clenched jaw. Megumi places his forearm over his crotch before hurrying out of the room.
He can barely recognize the man in the mirror. Flushed to his ears. Volcanoes threatening eruption in his eyes. Api Biru. Pure, triple distilled, blue lava coursing through his veins.
Snap out of it, Fushiguro.
The splash of cold water does nothing for his internal heat. But his milky complexion returns to its effervescent state.
But then he turns a little too quickly to leave. And his painfully hard length drags along his fabric. Itâs blinding.
A feeble moan tumbles out of his tight lips.
âFuck.â
Megumi slams his eyes shut. He needs to readjust. But if he touches himself now, he might not be able to stop.
A slow, steadying breath fills his lungs.
âJust adjust, donâtâŠâ His voice trails off. Icey fingers around his hot, angry base is enough to rip the carpet from beneath his feet.
âOh, fuck.â Megumi mumbles through one quick pump up his shaft.
He shakes his head as if to tell himself enough. He rests his erection along his thigh before zipping up. Still painful, but tolerable.
A tornado obliterates any remaining resolve in Megumiâs mind on his walk back to you.
You are a dream.
Or a nightmare? A curse?
It doesnât matter. He couldnât care less.
Megumi would follow you. Deeper than the crypts of his 10 shadows. Into hell if it meant he could have you the way he wants you.
The way he craves you.
Because fuck the cost.
Heâd pay anything.
Youâre working on an elaborate concept diagram on the white board. On the tip of your toes. Lip curled under your teeth. And you are just irresistible.
So, he wonât resist.
âMeg! Took you a bit, you okay?â
Megumi is silent. Unblinking. Sauntering toward you.
âMegumi?â
You lower to the soles of your shoes. Neck craning to look at his face. Your eyes widen at his persistent silence. Rosy heat dusting your cheeks.
Pretty little doe, rooted in place by his wolfish glare.
Megumi takes the marker out of your hand and tosses it behind him in one swift motion.
âHmm,â a tiny acknowledgment of his name. Just because it sounds so sweet rolling off your tongue.
Megumi corners you against the wall. Both of his hands casually in his pockets.
He watches you shift. Flicker your eyes in every direction. Fiddle with your thumbs.
His quiet.
His presence.
It flusters you. Well before heâs gotten the chance to run his hands along the lazy curve of your waist and hips.
âSoâŠso blue.â You stammer. Your warm eyes metronome between his.
âThey are.â
Megumi steps impossibly closer. His eyes drop to your chest. Dainty, nervous heaves. Up and down. Up and down.
âYou are so,â you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze. âhard to read.â
Megumi snakes his large, graceful fingers into your nape. The temperature difference between your warmth and his cold startles you deeper into his grasp. Your head evanesces into his pull.
A beautiful, shocked gasp escapes you. Just as Megumiâs lips trace the shell of your ear.
âI want you.â
His breaths collide with yours, now. Heat welling deep in his groin. His cock thunders against his thigh.
âCan you read that?â Megumi rasps. Ensuring his voice vibrates down your spine.
A new sound tumbles from your lips. Like you choked on your last swallow. How pretty. You gurgling and gagging like that.
âW-want me? Megumi whââ
âI.â Megumi nudges his thigh between your legs. His steel pipe erection digs into your dewy, hot core. He angles his leg slightly upward, inching you on the tip of your toes.
His prima ballerina, en pointe.
âWant you.â His lips ghost against yours. Free hand cups the flesh beneath your thigh. Pads of his fingers twitching to dig in.
The two of you drink in this lock-in-key fit. Megumi revels in you. Like this. At his complete mercy.
The prodigal son, born with more power than he knows what to do with.
Ten shadows. Ten Shikigami. Itâs been centuries since the last head of his bloodline had power buzzing beneath his fingertips like him.
And somehow heâs never felt more powerful than this.
With you, heavenâs most precious angel, cradled in his arms. Drowning in sinful ecstasy. He brands this freeze frame into the most permanent part of his memory.
Then, he free falls off your cliff edge.
Megumi takes your lips with unfettered greed. Hunger woven into the way his tongue traces every corner of your delectable, soft mouth. His fingers push your head deeper into him. Sucking and nibbling on your warm muscle.
You shower him with airy, choppy little pants. Moans and whines so light they crescendo to fairy dust. You canât keep up with his bruising kiss. His other hand palms your thigh, kneading little bruises into your silky smooth skin.
Marking whatâs his.
âOh my god.â
You breathe into his mouth when he lets you up for air. Megumiâs eyes dart down to the meeting point of your sex and his muscular thigh.
Did you really think he wouldnât notice how youâre rutting your pretty little cunt against his leg like that?
Crimson high on your cheeks. You look away when he tries to catch your fucked out gaze.
âDonât hide from me, gorgeous.â His hand traces up to your hips. You preen into his firm grip.
âMegumi.â
âDonât stop, pretty girl.â He forcefully moves your hips in more dramatic, languid, deep rolls against his thigh. Heâs not paying any mind to the pool of his precum soaking through his pants.
You bury your head in his neck. Fingernails digging pretty crescent moons into his back. You take over the pace. Undulating against him. Shameless. In complete heat.
âYou feel s-soâŠso good.â Your lips smear against his dampened neck. Megumi responds by circling your puffy, slick bud with his fingers.
And fuck. The slurred, broken whimper that rings in his ears.
The way you hump him even more sloppily.
He could finish from that alone.
Your hand flies to your mouth. Empty huffs spilling. Whines ascending in pitch. You are close.
âSuch pretty sounds, baby.â
âMegumiâŠmeg..I-â
âLet it out.â He grips the back of your neck. Feeling dangerously close to his own nirvana. Drunk off your precious melody.
âSing for me.â
âF-fuck, GOD.â
You bite down on his neck. Waves of pleasure crashing into you like hurricane winds. He grips your waist steady. Feeling every involuntary twitch and jerk of your doll-like frame.
Blessing or curse?
He doesnât know.
But he will follow you to the end of his lifetime and the next.
âGod, Fushiguro. That wasâŠâ The lusty haze from your peak settles around you. The once shattered world, slowly pieces itself back together.
âNo.â Megumi pulls you out of his neck. Dropping his lips to yours, so he can breathe the air directly from your lungs.
âMeg. You call me Meg.â
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HI SERENE!! iâve been reading your works for months now and ive never sent in a request before but im on my period rn and im so so horny đ i was just scrolling on tumblr and i had this thought of beomgyu being a panty stealer. like beomgyu being your roommate would steal your underwear and masturbate and cum on then and when you finally piece everything together he fucks your brains out repeatedly all over your guysâ apartment and then would steal your underwear each time adding to his collection. and the thing is heâd probably buy you more just so he could steal them again lol
i canât wait until next week when this torture ends đ
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DREAM RECALL it was no secret that your roommate was behind your panties going missing. You had just never expected to be so turned on by the whole ordeal.
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pairings non-idol!beomgyu x afab!reader warnings big time perv!beomgyu, beomgyu steals readers panties, reader kinda watches him get off for a moment, oral (f. rec), face sitting, cum eating, hm think that's it !
#serene adds â... you guys are so freaky...I love it â( Ë̶Í⥠ËÌ¶Í )â I live for the perv!beomgyu agenda, and I will die on this hill. Praying your period will go away quickly because that shit sucks </3 this is not proofread I'm super tired heh
You donât know when it started.. Actually it might have been around a month ago. It was subtle at first, almost unnoticeable, but as time went on you started realizing that your underwear pile would shrink with each wash. In the beginning it was only the simple ones, the ones that didnât stick out, the ones he thought he could get away with. It was almost endearing, how slick he thought he was being.
But last week is when the theft made your eyebrows raise. Your roommate had snatched your most expensive piece of lingerie, not to mention, your favorite. Honestly you didnât know if you should consider him brave or stupid, but as you watched him try and act normal with you during dinner, you settled on the latter.Â
Perhaps it shouldâve creeped you out, your roommate that youâd known for less than six months, stealing your panties doing god knows what with them. But it didnât. In fact you would be lying if you said that it didnât turn you on, just a little. And though you had never actually seen or heard him, you could only guess what he used them for. Your mind easily conjured images of him, sprawled on his bed with your used underwear hovering above his face, inhaling your scent as he fucked himself dumb on his hand.Â
Choi Beomgyu and you had quickly become good friends after getting an apartment together not far from campus. You often helped one another with your studies and walked to class hand in hand almost every morning. â It was an acquaintance that had sparked out of pure convenience, fortunately blooming into a great friendship, but now it was slowly distorting into something far more intimate as Beomgyu seemed unable to keep his perverted antics at bay. You often went out with friends, leaving him to roam the apartment, which he did, your room seemingly his main target. And this night was no different.Â
Itâs well past midnight and in your tipsy state, you struggle to jiggle the keys into the lock. Finally stumbling inside the small hallway, you shut the door behind you, albeit somewhat louder than youâd aimed for. You tiptoe through the dark living room, almost hitting your leg on the dresses between the two doors leading to your bedrooms. With a hushed curse you reach for the door handle only to realize that you wouldnât have to. Because your door was already open.Â
That was weird, you always made sure to close it. With the nudge of your foot, it glides further open, revealing your dark and empty room. Thinking no less of the unusual occurrence, you strip yourself off your clothes as you get ready for bed. But then there it is again, another anomaly. â You could have sworn that you made your bed in the morning, yet the sheets were rustled, your pillow moved, almost as if someone had slept in here. And upon touching the flimsy blanket, you find that itâs still warm.Â
Odd. Your room smelled an awful lot like Beomgyu.Â
âź
You thought that perhaps he might come clean, confess his perverted behavior or even his underlying feelings. But he never did. Another week passed and by now you were starting to run low on underwear. â You decided that if he wasnât going to out himself, then you would simply have to catch him in the act. Easy enough, right?Â
Your fingers graze across the smooth silk of the many pieces presented before you. Reds, pinks, even some blues, you thought long and hard about what to get; even asking a worker to colormatch you. In the end you decided on a white lace set, it was accompanied by a few pink bows. It was perfect. â You felt pretty in it, very pretty. And as you twirl in front of your mirror, your stomach tingles in anticipation.Â
Beomgyu wasnât very smart, at least not when it came to you. It was easy to trick him into believing that youâd be gone for the evening. What wasnât so easy was squeezing yourself into the tight space of your closet. Crammed between heaps of clothing and a few boxes you had yet to unpack, it was uncomfortable to say the least. However, the sound of your bedroom door creaking open not even fifteen minutes after you heard the front door shut, made it all worth it.Â
Heâs quiet, funnily enough, you wondered why, it wasnât like there was supposed to be anyone home. Yet he silently shuts the door behind him, carefully walking over to your dresser as he slides his fingers across the painted wood. â The small crack the closet allowed made for a narrow view but you could clearly make out the way he rummaged through your top drawer, seemingly familiar with where you kept your panties. âWhat a freakâ, you thought, yet your heartbeat picked up as you watched him find a pair he liked, bringing the fabric to his nose as his eyes fluttered closed.Â
You watch as he throws a glance toward your bed, the duvet neatly folded, just like you always left it. Then he makes his way over and your jaw slacks as you realize just what was going on. As if the scent of your panties wasnât enough, he lets his head fall to the side as he inhales the fragrance of your pillow. Sprawled on top of your mattress, the sheets rustle beneath him as he shifts slightly.Â
Your eyes remain glued to his figure, unable to tear them away as his hand slides down his chest, dipping beneath his sweats as he slowly strokes his cock. You knew that your roommate was up to some perverted shit when he thought you didn't know, but actually seeing it happen, and in your room, on your bed, it made everything so very real. â He traps his bottom lip between his teeth, emitting a soft groan as his thigh twitches. His free hand has your panties captured in a tight grip as he keeps them to his nose, inhaling your scent with each breath.Â
Too caught up in the way Beomgyu was touching himself before your very eyes, you almost forget that you were supposed to catch him. Blinking, you give yourself a small mental slap for getting so distracted. He was a sick freak, thatâs right, and you were about to confront him. With one final deep breath, you push the closet door open. It makes a creaking noise but he doesnât seem to hear it. Too lost in his own pleasure, his head thrown back as his hand worked up and down his cock.Â
âI washed those sheets yesterday.âÂ
The small comment echoes out through your room like that of a church bell and Beomgyu immediately freezes as his head jerks up. The hand down his pants quickly withdraws as he clumsily tries to hide your panties behind his back, pressing himself against the headboard to get as far away from you as possible. His prominent Adam's apple bobs as he swallows and you find your gaze lingering on the small movement as you bite your lip.Â
âI thought you were⊠youâ, he trails off, biting the inside of his cheek as his face flares up in all shades of red, beyond embarrassed over the situation in which youâd caught him in. You shake your head, biting back the grin threatening to spread across your lips. â âI wasnât, it wasnât.. I mean I didnât..â He blabbers, trying to come up with excuses and lies to cover his evident crime.Â
âI know youâve been stealing my panties.â You shrug, feigning indifference as your eyes drop to the hand behind his back. He opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it, âwhy didnât you just tell me?â â You swallow, hesitating for a moment before continuing, âI mean, isnât the real deal better?âÂ
He frowns, sitting up straighter as he tries clearing his throat. âThe real deal..?â He mumbles, though his words soon fall short as his gaze drops to the way you hike your skirt above your stomach, revealing the new lace set you had bought solely for this occasion. â Beomgyu lets out a strangled noise from somewhere in the back of his throat, squirming on the mattress as his eyes glue to the way your panties hug your figure.Â
âWhat the fuckâ, is all he says, his sentence coming out as a short breath, his gaze momentarily flitting back up to yours before drifting down again. You quickly realized that your plan didnât exactly go further than this and that now you had absolutely no clue of what to do. Had it been a bad idea? Should you have just confronted him about it like a normal person? But his next words make all your doubts vanish.Â
âCome hereâ, his voice is hoarse as he beckons you over. Your feet move on their own, and soon you find yourself crawling over the soft mattress in order to reach Beomgyu. You think that he might say something, anything to ease the tension between the two of you. â Instead he presses his lips against yours, albeit hesitantly, but itâs still a kiss, and an urgent one at that. The second he feels you respond against him, he pulls you closer, tongue pushing inside your mouth in a matter of seconds.Â
His hands roam your skimpily dressed figure, bunching your skirt up high above your waist as his fingers twiddle the fabric of your lingerie. Resisting the urge to grind yourself onto his thigh, your legs rub together as you try to alleviate the ache building in your core. It was almost as if he could read your mind as he pulled back, his lips trailing along your jaw in a sloppy manner, his hair tickling your face as he went.Â
âI want you to sit on my face.âÂ
You stilled at his blunt request, fingers halting on his shoulders as you swallowed. âS-Sit on your face?â You wondered if perhaps you had misinterpreted his words but Beomgyu quickly nods, pulling back as his tongue darts out to glide across his already glistening lips. âIâŠo-okayâ, you meekly agree.Â
That was how you found yourself hovering above him, gripping the headboard tightly as you bit the inside of your cheek. Beomgyuâs hands slid along your thighs, his hungry gaze unwavering as he eyed your drenched cunt, arousal seeping through the far too thin fabric of your new panties. â âSit down, pleaseâ, he whispers, the hands on your thighs tugging you toward his face and you slowly comply.Â
His mouth is warm against your clothed core as he practically kisses it. Teeth grazing across the wet material before he pulls it into his mouth. You hear him groan and for a moment you think you might be too heavy but he only urges you closer, his sharp nose prodding against your covered clit and you whine as your fingers on the headboard turn white.Â
âYou smell so goodâ, he grunts as he pushes your lingerie to the side, inhaling your now very prominent scent once more. His comment should not have made you throb the way you did, and you let out a small noise of surprise as his tongue drags across your folds, pushing between them to prod at your clenching hole. â It wasnât like you hadnât been eaten out before, but the way Beomgyu sighs against your cunt as he savors each droplet of your wetness feels new and foreign.Â
His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs with so much force that it mightâve hurt had it not been for his eager mouth that latched on to your clit. The squelching sound of him pushing his tongue as far inside of you as he possibly could fills your ears, it feels dirty, but at the same time you never think youâd felt more empowered. You glance down to where his face lay buried between your legs, his brows knitting together as he focuses completely on making you feel good, a sheen layer of sweat forming on his forehead.Â
One of your trembling hands leaves the headboard as you reach down to gently brush a strand of hair from his eyes. The very same eyes that flicker up to meet your own as you do. Your mouth falls open at the recognition in his gaze and you feel yourself throb around his tongue as you fight to stay composed. â âYouâre so prettyâ, his words are muffled against your cunt, the movement of his lips making you squirm on top of him.Â
His hands move from your thighs to rest on the curve of your ass, rubbing the flesh there before squeezing it softly as he tugs you closer. âBeomgyu I-Iâmâ your sentences come out jagged and interrupted by the breathless moans being pulled from your throat but Beomgyu seems to catch on, his tongue shifting to flick at your throbbing clit. â âNeed to taste youâ, he groans, his lips against yours moving with far more urgency than just seconds prior.Â
When your orgasm hit it felt as if you were floating, your body weighed nothing but the world was also on your shoulders all at once. Beomgyuâs face almost became one with your cunt as he lapped up every single droplet of your high, letting you coat both his nose and chin in slick as he moaned against your core.Â
Once your thighs finally stopped trembling did you try and move off of him, only to be stopped by his hands still firmly gripping your ass. âWaitâ, he breathes, leaning to press a few feathery kisses to your inner thighs as his fingers hooked around the lining of your panties, slowly tugging them down. â He helps you strip out of the flimsy garment as he lays you down flat on your back.Â
The white lace gripped tightly in his fist, he raises it to his nose as he inhales your scent all over again. âFucking hellâ, he mumbles gaze flitting between your used lingerie and your wide eyes as you peer up at him. âMind if I keep these?â He asks, letting the piece of clothing dangle in front of your face with a small smirk. Quickly nodding, you gasp as you feel the tip of his cock rub against your already sensitive cunt.Â
âOne more?â He pouts before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your lips.Â
âź
You lost count of how many times Beomgyu brought you to an orgasm that night, and the night after that, and the one after that. The days almost blended together as you spent the majority of them wrapped in his warm embrace. It didnât matter where or when, the kitchen, the shower, on the couch, his bed, your bed⊠And Beomgyu would always make sure to get something out of each occurrence.Â
âOpen itâ, he motions toward the small box currently placed on your lap. Your fingers pull at the small ribbon holding it together before carefully lifting the lid. Unable to hide the small huff of disbelief as your eyes fall on the piece of silk inside. â âReally?â You ask as you bring the dark red panties up. But Beomgyu only smirks as he leans closer, one of his hands sliding along your thigh.Â
âYeah, why not? Youâre gonna look so fucking sexy in it.â â You raise a questioning brow as you snatch the lingerie from his reaching hand, âyou bought this for yourself, didnât you?â He only shrugs, a sly smirk tugging on his lips.Â
âCan you blame me?â
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3 times Stan fake-proposed to you and 1 time he didnât
Stan x Reader
words: 4,123
tags: sfw, toothrotting fluff
a/n: was allowed to borrow the idea from @stanpineskisser <3
1. Stan and you had been dating for a couple of months now. The town was slowly warming up to the idea of Mister Mystery dating someone so... 'out of his league' as you'd once heard it. You knew they just thought you were a gold-digger but you also did not care. You loved Stan. And even though he had a hard time saying it out loud, you knew he loved you, too.
Stan didnât need to tell you how he felt, because he showed you through little gestures and gifts he'd get you. (But to call you a gold-digger because of that? He stole most of the stuff anyway!) Like today, when you two went on a date to Greasy's Diner.
It wasn't supposed to be anything fancy, just a normal dinner date with Stan. But as things so often are with this man, it ended up being anything but normal.
When you two entered the Diner one thing immediately caught your eye. A new little machine stood next to the coat rack at the door. It was one of those things where you'd put a coin in, turn the handle a couple of times and a little plastic ball filled with some cheap toy would fall out. You loved these when you were a kid! The toys were always terrible but something about it always made you get something whenever you saw one of these.
Your excitement and nostalgia got the better of you. So while Stan put both of your coats away, you went and got yourself something from the machine. Grinning from ear to ear you followed Stan to an empty booth. You waited until after you had ordered your drinks to open the plastic ball.
"Where'd you get that?" Stan asked as you struggled to tear the two halves apart. "The machine at the door." You didn't even look up to answer him, you knew he wouldn't like it, call it a waste of money. He'd be right, of course, but you didnât need to hear it.
While Stan was looking for the machine you finally managed to pull the ball apart, sending the contents flying across the table, one of the things rolling off of it. You quickly gathered them all in one spot in front of you while Stan stood up. "I gotcha."
When he spotted the little dark blue plastic ring in front of the table, he bent down on one knee, picked it up and presented it to you. You were about to take it from him when Lazy Susan appeared behind him, holding your drinks. She gasped before saying: "Oh my, Mr. Pines! Are you proposing already?" Stan looked at her quizzically for a second when you saw an opening for a free meal.
"Oh my god, Stan! I never would have thought! This is so sudden...!" You put on a real show and Stan was quick to follow your lead. "What can I say? These past few months have been the best of my life and I never want them to end! Please... marry me?"
The words were right but both of you spoke them like you were the leads in a cheap soap-opera. It didnât matter though. Everyone cheered when you said 'yes' and fell into his arms. Stan pushed the ring onto your finger and you kissed him as dramatically as you could.
Once you two had settled back into your seats, now holding hands and making heart-eyes at each other, Lazy Susan put your drinks on your table. "Well, I think it goes without saying that you two are getting the special today. On the house! Aren't you just adorable!" You both thanked her and grinned at each other as she turned around.
After dinner, on your way back to the shack, Stan couldn't help but laugh. "Nice stunt you pulled there. Quick thinking - I like that." You smirked at him. "I learned from the best."
He shifted in his seat a little, the words he was about to say making him slightly nervous. "You do realize we'll have to pretend to be engaged now, right?" You chuckled before answering sarcastically. "Oh no, what a nightmare!"
Stan joined you with a chuckle of his own. However, he couldn't shake the warm, fuzzy feeling that was blooming in his chest at the thought of being engaged to you.
2. About two weeks later Stan asked you out to dinner again. "And put on something nice. We're going to a fancy restaurant today. Because I'm planning to propose to you!" You were about to question him when he showed you a little blue box. When he opened it you recognised the little blue plastic ring from the Diner and smiled a crooked smile.
"And here I was, thinking you were going to propose to me for real," you sighed dramatically, "but I suppose a scam for a free dinner will do." You smirked at Stan as he put the box into his jacket. "I'll be back in five." You kissed his cheek and turned on your heels to put on some nicer clothes.
As you walked away you had to calm your racing heart with a few steadying breaths. What happened at Greasy's was dumb luck, but the fact that Stan wanted to pull the same scam again, on purpose this time, left you feeling giddy.
You lived for the excitement Stan brought into your life. Scamming, shoplifting, pug smuggling or robbing his rival of a clown painting - Nothing beat the adrenalin rush of doing something illegal, running away hand in hand and then sinking into each other, laughing hysterically.
This scam in particular though? It felt a little different. You knew that this would only work if the people at the restaurant believed that you two were so in love that you'd want to marry each other. Not that it was very difficult for you. You two had been dating a good while and you really loved him. But the topic of marriage had never even crossed your mind before.
Then again, this was only a scam. He wasn't actually proposing to you. After all, you had roped him into this at Greasy's and now he was just taking advantage of a good situation.
Still, as you looked in the mirror, all dressed up in your fanciest dark red suit, you decided that you'd put on an even better show than last time.
When you met Stan again in the living room he eyed you up and down before stepping towards you and grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to him. His voice was low. "You look gorgeous, doll."
Your hands found his chest and traced his skin in the part of his shirt he'd left unbuttoned. "You clean up nice yourself, handsome." You all but purred at him. Stan chuckled, a smirk on his face. "Don't tempt me, sweetcheeks. Let's get dinner first."
You both chuckled and pulled apart so Stan could lead you to the front door. He kept one of your hands in his up until he opened the car door for you, allowing you to climb inside, before he shut the door. He walked over to the driver's side and you two drove off.
Stan had picked a restaurant a good 40 minute drive from the shack so by the time you arrived you were starting to get really hungry. Stan had put in a reservation beforehand which meant you were quickly seated and presented with a nice red wine Stan had ordered for the both of you.
He promised you he'd only drink one glass and then switch to soda and you believed him. Stan had assured you time and time again that nothing was more important to him than your safety.
You held his hands on top of the table and you both stared into each other's eyes, really going all out on the lovey-dovey stuff. Normally, Stan would roll his eyes and groan at people who behaved like this, but when he could use it to scam someone? He was not holding back.
He softly spoke sweet nothings over the table, quiet enough to be believable, loud enough to make sure the staff heard him. He peppered your hands in soft kisses and smiled at you like you were the light of his life.
Hell, if you didnât plan for this to be a scam then you would have believed him. You couldn't help the way a gentle blush crept onto your cheeks at the sight of Stan picking up your hand and placing a soft kiss to your knuckles without breaking eye contact with you.
Just as Stan saw the waiter approaching again out of the corner of his eyes, he put on the real show. He stood up, his chair screeching backwards slightly and declared: "I can't wait any longer." Stan pulled the blue box from one of his pockets and got down on one knee in front of you as he addressed you by name.
"You are by far the best thing that's ever happened to me. Your smile is what lets me get up in the morning and I would be honored if you would allow me to see your smile every day for the rest of our lifes. Please. Will you marry me?"
You watched him, real shock and surprise making its way to your face with every word he spoke. You had to manually remind yourself that this was just a scam and Not a real proposal. Without your permission your voice went shaky as you breathed out a "Yes, of course!" and went in for a kiss.
You sighed into the kiss, letting out a breath you didnât know you were holding. Why was this having such a strong effect on you? You knew this was coming, you should have been prepared for this!
It didnât matter because you didnât have much time to dwell on it. When you parted the kiss you tuned back into the real world and heard the other customers applauding. The waiter had now reached the both of you and declared that for true love like yours your meal would be on the house. The customers applauded again as you both settled back into your seats.
You admired the dark blue ring Stan had slipped onto your finger and Stan quickly covered it with his own hand when the waiter brought out your plates, knowing full well that with one closer look every idiot would see that the ring is just plastic.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly. Two couples congratulated you both on their way out and you thanked them accordingly.
After you were done and back on the road Stan was first to speak up. "You were real convincing today. Almost made me think you thought it was a real proposal." He kept his eyes on the road but the smirk on his lips was still very clear.
You chuckled. "Yeah, right. To be fair, you weren't half bad yourself. 'Your smile is what lets me get up in the morning'? Now that's some true romantic stuff. Did you learn that from The Duchess Approves?" You tried to play it cool by teasing him. It seemed to do the trick.
"Hey! I can be romantic!" You chuckled fondly. "Yes, I know, love." Stan's expression softened at the nickname. He wanted to tell you just how much he loved you, too, but he just couldn't get the words out so instead, he just put his right arm over the backrest of your seat and pulled you towards him slightly as he continued to drive home.
You leaned into his touch and held up your left hand to look at the ring again. "Hm... How about I give this back to you, in case we want to do this again sometime?" You smiled as you pulled the ring off your finger and dropped it into the chest pocket of Stan's shirt.
3. It was late spring as you and Stan decided to go to a fair, one town over. You two walked along the many different attractions together, your arm lazily around his torso, his hand gently resting on your hip. Your pace was very slow, because at every other stall he squeezed your hip lightly to pull you closer and whispered in your ear how exactly they were scamming the customers. Every time he'd get a chuckle or a gentle swat to his chest from you.
As you two were passing by a Tin Can Alley, you spotted a gorgeous bear plushie that was just one fez short of looking like Stan. Just as you were about to ask him to play a round with him he pulled you closer again. "Ah, the Tin Can Alley. Did you know that they put a bit of double sided tape under the cans so they're harder to knock over?"
You swatted him lightly again and he chuckled. "No! Stan! Don't tell me that! I wanted to play a round with you. That bear looks so much like you, I wanted to win one." He looked a little puzzled at you, then at the bear, and back at you again. "I don't see it."
Even though he hated hearing you say it, he was plain adorable at times. A fond smile graced your lips even though you sighed in disappointment. "It's okay, let's go." You went to take a step forward but Stan stopped you. "Nah, let's play anyway." "But-" He cut you off and stepped towards the stall. "Come on! My treat." Stan flashed his teeth and winked at you. Was he planning something?
You were the only people at the stall so the man in charge of it noticed you two immediately. Stan squinted at him. "What do we need to do to get that bear?" He pointed at the plushie dangling above your heads.
The man smiled at him. "Good choice, sir. For that one you should only need three balls." He placed three balls on the counter between the men. "There is a catch though. You see these stacks?" He pointed at the three pyramids of stacked cans behind him. "You'll need to clear all three of them completely. Care to try? It's only three dollars."
Stan pulled three dollars out of his pocket and placed them on the counter, then gently nudged you closer to it. "Give it your best shot, doll." You smiled at Stan and took the first ball as the man behind the counter put the money away.
You positioned yourself in front of the first stack, took a deep breath and threw the ball. It hit the second of three rows, knocking four out of six cans to the ground. "Hoho! Good one! But not quite good enough for the bear I'm afraid." You frowned, disappointment filling your chest again.
"Yeah, not an option, pal. How about you just keep 'em coming, huh?" The man smiled at Stan again, although this time it looked a little more like a smirk. "Gladly, sir! Every extra ball is an extra dollar." As he said this he put one extra ball on the counter. Stan grumbled quietly and pulled another dollar out of his pocket while the man restacked the cans.
When the man was done and took the dollar, Stan looked at you, encouraging you to try again. This time you actually managed to clear the first stack. You threw your arms up in triumph and Stan huffed but the look in his eyes was of pure adoration. The second stack was less easy though, you only knocked off three cans this time. You needed an extra ball.
This went on until Stan had spent exactly eleven dollars. You had counted along. After that, when you hadn't cleared the cans again and looked at Stan expectantly, he put on his saddest face and pulled his pockets inside out, proving that he had 'no money left' and you couldn't continue.
Stan sighed sadly, shook his head and turned to you again. "I'm so sorry... I wanted to make this the best day ever but..." He looked wistfully up at the plushie and then back to you. "I suppose it doesn't matter that much." Stan rummaged through the inside of his jacket and pulled out the tiny box you'd come to recognize. You let your eyes widen in fake surprise.
He bent down on one knee, opened the box and presented it to you. You gasped as you saw the ring again. "Will you marry me?" You looked between Stan and the ring a couple times, pretending to be shocked at this scenario, before you nodded vigorously and stepped forward, hugging your boyfriend and repeating the word 'yes' a couple of times.
Some passersby 'aw'-ed and applauded as you pulled back slightly to press a loving kiss to Stan's lips. You'd never get tired of this. As Stan pushed you back just enough to slip the ring onto your finger, you could hear the man at the stall quietly sigh in annoyance. You went in for another kiss to Stan's lips, really selling the proposal.
When you broke the kiss again, you two were presented with the bear plushie, sitting for you on the counter. "If this is what it will take to make this the best day ever for two lovers, who am I to stand in your way?" The man said as he slid the bear over to you.
You gladly took it, hugging it tightly and throwing a couple 'Thank you!'-s at the man while Stan grabbed him by the shoulder and told him: "Thanks, man. I knew you were a true romantic at heart."
With that, you two left the fair. You had everything you needed. Back in the car, you slipped the ring off your finger and handed it back to Stan before nuzzling your face into your new favorite plushie, which you lovingly and creatively named Stan two or Stan the second.
You didnât see it, but Stan's expression softened as you did that. He adored you so much. The way you were able to pull off these scams with him so effortlessly. The way your genuine joy for life made him actually want to spend money on silly things like this. You had changed his life for the better and didnât even know it.
In that very moment Stan started planning exactly how and where the next time he'd propose to you would happen.
1. You and Stan sat in Greasy's Diner, sipping on some soda. Stan had asked you out to dinner and you had assumed he was planning to fake-propose to you again, but as he pulled up to the Diner you realized that that wasn't the plan. He couldn't pull the same thing here again, they thought you were already engaged!
Even so, Stan had put on one of his nicer outfits. A red shirt with the top few buttons unbuttoned to show off his gold-chain and a decent amount of chest hair. His tan jacket was thrown over the backrest as you sat down at a booth. You had also worn something nice, not too fancy, but nice enough for the kind of restaurant you thought he'd take you to.
Stan clearly enjoyed your outfit, it showed off all the right curves while not giving too much away... he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. It made you chuckle as Lazy Susan stood in front of your table and Stan seemingly hadn't even noticed her. "Hey! Earth to Stan!" You called out to him and he snapped out of it. "What would you like to eat?" You grinned at him as he ordered.
When Lazy Susan walked back to the kitchen you spoke up again with a chuckle. "I know I look good in this, but you're overdoing it a little." Stan just rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Haha... yeah. Sorry." You furrowed your brows at him. You had expected him to have some witty, suggestive comeback but instead he apologized? Something was off.
You watched him fidget with his hands in front of him, his eyes darting around the room and the table, anywhere but your eyes really. It was starting to worry you. "Stan? Are you alright?" Concern laced your voice and made Stan finally face you. His cheeks immediately went bright red.
"Th-There's nothing for you to worry about, doll, I promise." Your eyebrows stayed knitted together as you nodded slowly. He was clearly lying and also very nervous about it, but you knew better than to push him. He'd tell you eventually. He always does.
After a few minutes in silence, with Stan going back to fidgeting and not looking at you, Lazy Susan brought you both your meals. You thanked her and dug in. Meanwhile Stan quietly sighed in disappointment before starting to eat as well.
You were about halfway through your meal when Stan got up. You didnât pay much attention to it and just assumed he had to use the restrooms. When you looked up and saw his plate though, you halted. The fork in your hand landed back on your plate as you wondered why Stan had barely eaten anything.
Someone cleared their throat beside you and when you turned to look it was Stan in front of you on one knee, holding a tiny red box. You quickly swallowed the food that was still in your mouth as Stan addressed you with your full legal name. He was blushing a deep red and you could feel your cheeks trying to match his.
"I know I've said this before but I want you to know that I truly mean it this time." He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "These past few months with you have been the best of my life and I would spend all the money in the world to keep your smile in my life forever."
Your eyes welled up with tears as you realized what was happening. "I have become a better man and I blame you for that entirely." A wet chuckle escaped your lips. "I guess what I really want to say is..." Stan took another deep breath, then looked into your eyes. "I love you."
A few tears were flowing freely now as Stan opened the box in his hands to present you the most gorgeous silver ring you had ever seen. It held a little red gemstone between silver swirls that reflected the light from the Diner like a sunset over the ocean. "Will you marry me?"
You lept out of your seat into Stan's arms, knocking him backwards onto the floor. "Yes! Yes! A million times yes!" Stan could feel your tears staining his shirt but he couldn't care less. A massive weight lifted off his shoulders knowing that he could now call you his fiancé without having to lie about it.
With some difficulty he managed to sit you both back up so he could take your hand and place the real ring onto your finger. Admiring the sight he pressed a kiss to it, as if sealing it there.
You pressed your forehead to Stan's, holding the hand with the ring between you. "I love you, Stan." He sighed, finally content. "I love you, too."
After a few moments on the floor like that, Lazy Susan came up next to you. "Didnât you propose two months ago?" Stan let out a gruff laugh, the one that always made you smile. "No, I didnât. Just faked it to get a free meal." He beamed at her but Lazy Susan frowned.
She turned around and while Stan helped you up and into your seat again she came back with a broom in her hands. She smacked him with it from behind. Once, twice. Stan stammered out some halfhearted apologies as she kicked him out of the Diner.
You laughed all the way and when she came back to your table you apologized sincerely, asked her nicely to pack both of your meals up to go and told her that you'd pay for both these meals, and the ones you had two months ago.
She agreed happily, and when you stepped outside with your food, you found Stan next to his car, rubbing his ass. You laughed and told him that you'd finish your dinner at home, just the two of you.
That seemed to lift Stan's spirits again. He almost sprinted around the car to open the door for you and when you both got home you celebrated your real engagement appropriately.
#wow this got out of hand#this was supposed to be way shorter... oh well#hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it#gravity falls#gravity falls x reader#zigreth writes#stanley pines#stan pines x reader#stanley pines x reader
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yandere dc: meeting camgirl! reader <3 pt. 2
Yuppp, this is the part two of my previous post <33 but this time she'll be meeting the rest of the batboys and kon! (reminder she has met some of them even from before!!)
if you get into the 'terry mcginnis' part and is confused on who he is, watch batman beyond bc hes the new batman and its sooo good and hes underrated <3
Anywho here it isss
BIG warning: this may more or less have the same amount of clownery as the last one so prepare my sweets and also my brain is fried so some parts might not make sense but i triedđđ please repost to support me i spent sm timee đ
tim drake aka 'red robin':
Also one of your most biggest and creepiest faithful fans that you've ever had in your stream!
Hes a frequent donor AND victim to your relentless charms just like jason and dick.
Has met you before you decided to even become a cam girl, as you two both go to the same school AND classes too đ„° (he may or may have not gotten bruce to manipulate the principal or some higher up into changing classes...)
he's like a lovesick highschool student who developed a crush, but this time more extreme.
While you on the otherhand, saw a weird looking boy staring at you with the most fullest smile you've ever seen. toothy, cheshire grin, and all-- (he ran away almost IMMEDIATELY when you saw him)
(...you also chased after him when he ran đ he was shooked, but stops once your hand grabs his shoulder and you ask him who he was)
"You >:D i saw you looking at me, who are you >:)"
...my, he never knew you were this bold... you really need to stop being so cute or your further fueling his delusions i swear--
You shake him. "Ow- okay-- my name's Tim--"
You then smile and drag a stunned but intrigued timothy with you.
...Are you perhaps some social butterfly, darling?...
From that moment on, tim's interest in you increases and a friendship between you and him bloomed! Hes so proud of himself for making the first move even though you did it first...
(Again, dont ask how darling lives in bludhaven, but meets tim and jason whose in gotham đ either think of her as having teleportation powers being the reason for the frequent back-and-forths or tim being so obssessed, he moves in bludhaven just to see reader--)
When i said creepy, i said c r e e p y. Even worse than klarion, thaddeus, and even dick who i said before was on another level đŠ
Tim is both sweet, nervous, and shy... or at least, is how he shows himself for you.
he must look decent for you or how else would he make you reciprocate his feelings?
He's capable of changing in a blink of an eye so anybody who isn't his beloved, dont test him, okay? <3
He sits in the back with darling in class. In the back. You heard me.
Normally he'd be in the front to be able to see and listen better, but darling is a slacker so--
He sighs, looking at his rushed and poorly written notes. He doesnt even know what the topic is anymore, and it kinda looks like hieroglyphics--
Meanwhile, you on the otherhand, was cooking instant noodles with the others... with a pot AND a stove... D: (he loves you but damn he wants to cry rlly bad on how screwed you two are--)
As for the part where he finds out about your part-time job as a cam girl, this man was seething.
No honey, not at you, but at your parents-- how could they let their beautiful daughter do this?! Do they even care?!-- oh? What was that, darling?... Your parents were gone? i guess that explains it...
proceeds to feel bad for you, and wishes to look after you. But you being you, you remain so hardheaded. Why cant you let him love you?? why cant you quit that stupid job?! >:( (hes a bit hypocritical on this one since he literally donates thus further fueling you to go on)
Sigh... nevertheless, he realizes a bit that he can't persuade someone like you for now, so he donates in your live like the good friend he is...
Yeah, 'good friend'...
In the darkness of his room, he watches with unblinking eyes the way your body moves on his screen. You look so enticing, the way a bit of pink colors your cheeks, how every moan you give were light and breathy... simply fantastic. He sighs.
"Oh baby... what am i going to do with you?... <3"
Yandere rating: 100% on money, 38% for nuisance, 70% for humor (80% as red robin)
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conner kent aka 'superboy':
Ah yes, another top donor and one of your most perverted watchers out there.
Cocky, rebellious, womanizing... doll, you're just another girl for him to use in order to piss off tim since he loves pushing that man's patience so much.
Has probably met you through him too, as this man follows his best friend that has been, in his eyes, acting a bit too strange lately.
And he now knows why. You.
thinks you're absolutely adorable. the way you act out of impulse to the way you speak so brazenly to him, intrigues the kryptonian so much.
Hm, your going to be so much fun to play with <3
But unfortunately, the boy of steel did not know who he was up against.
"...Doll, what did you just say?--" it was 8 at night and he was in his best attire holding a bouquet of flowers. Not just your average red roses, but a well-thought out blend of daffodils, carnations, and tulips. just for you.
But right now, you're breaking his heart.
"Yeah Kon, i love you but no. i'm not dating you. Sorry."
...you don't have the right to say you love him.
"a-and why can't we date?--" he was so confused, these months spent trying to court you, all wasted.
"erm... im not interested, kon. yeah you're hot and you support me and all, but im gonna be honest with you... you're not my type. and plus..."
he feels his heart break even more when you continue.
"...I'm interested in someone. I've known them for so long Kon, and i would hurt them if i get with you."
...
"...sorry." you run away.
things with kon has never felt the same since. he no longer visits tim just to see you, only him. he ignores you too, not even a single glance being spared. but you swear you could feel cold blue eyes watching your figure sometimes...
...and then that happens. you see a message notification from him. conner.
'im sorry if i made things awkward between us. forgive me, doll? :('
your thumb hovered whether or not to answer. you made your decision.
'kay. wanna play dti? :3'
he's so glad you cant see him right now... crying pure tears of joy, and complete relief that you took the bait.
'okay :)'
just because he got rejected by you once that doesnt mean he's immediately gonna back down <33 and about that boy you like, who was it? can't you tell him and he'll give a quick visit to the very lucky guy...
Yandere rating: 100% on money, 49% for nuisance, 80% for humor (95% as superboy)
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damian wayne aka 'robin':
...knows the guy that you like.
he's genuinely angry at you, but mostly at your taste.
seriously, him? why not him instead...
frequently donates money and is also very dedicated in line.
(to save you trouble, most of the batfam is a big fan to you and are often your biggest donors. they wish to stop you from pursuing such a... scandalous, line of work but cant help but further support you the more they give money and get addicted to the content you make đđ)
discovered you on accident when a certain someone, *cough* tim, *cough* left their computer on without closing the tabs.
you cannot simply imagine the sheer shock that painted his face during that time, seeing someone, you, getting it on with another guy that seems all too familiar.
...and he cant help but get angry. (you'll all understand soon enough why he and kon hates reader's man and possible bf sm đ)
meeting you face to face... thats a whole situation. tim immediately regrets bringing damian to see you because this man already went off on how much of a 'hoe', you are.
you can take a lot of things, but this boy rubs you off wrong.
"seriously, drake? your new friend is a prostitute? you drew the line making friends with that kryptonian clone, but this takes the cak--"
*slap.*
...that hurts. damian's hand slowly makes its way up to his cheek, where the red was starting to spring.
he looks at you like you were mad. you are, thanks to him. "...you... you little---"
he was held back by an angry but calmer kon despite being also insulted, whilst tim holds you comfortably.
"hey don't listen to damian over there, alright? :( he's just a bit--"
"I'm speaking facts here!-- hmpfh!" a hand covers his mouth.
"seriously tim, does he ever shut his mouth?" kon says.
he huffs. "no. and that's why i was considering bringing duct tape earlier, Kon."
...okay, maybe his first impression forever got him labelled as a bitch in your eyes, but damian tries to make it up to you in any way he can since he actually finds you decent after getting to know you. (think of those asian parents that after scolding you till you cry, they give you food but instead money in damian's version)
"...ahem."
no response.
"...AHEM."
you finally look up at him, and a bag was thrown straight at your face. "you stupid ass-- wait a minute." you look inside the bag and it was filled with... money.
you look up at damian, only to see his figure quickly dashing off and hide behind a wall where he would secretly try and take a peek for your reaction. you smile and give a thumbs up.
"...you aren't that bad, but try shutting your mouth most of the time, okay? :3 <3"
...the green in his eyes glinted... and he scoffs. typical damian wayne.
"...sure, prozzy-- HEY STOP CRYING--"
fierce but protective. rude but caring. that is what damian is towards you.
and that is how he'll always be as long as that man is around...
"i'll be with you. and i shall do everything in my power to ensure you do not end up with him!--" too late.
Yandere rating: 100% on money, 25% for nuisance, 78% for humor (89% as robin)
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terry mcginnis aka 'batman beyond':
...is the man that kon, damian, and the others have beef with.
how he's part of the main timeline in this is that all of the events before batman beyond happens earlier. (i also tweaked a few things in canon here so dont mind me)
terry's dad died before the entire 'Powers' situation, leading to Terry living with his mom earlier.
...terry also suffers from something.
at a young age, terry cannot feel any sort of emotions. remorse, empathy, such things were removed from him. he could only feel empty, comparable to having a large gaping hole inside his chest instead of a beating heart.
the boy ponders why he was cursed with such a thing, and why he could only feel pity and sadness. just a little.
...he thought he was unsavable. until--
his eyes lands on you, the girl who was playing on the playground's swing. (note: darling used to live in gotham as a kid)
...he gulps. pretty...
"you there, what's your name?" you asked. always the first one to make a move...
...and you sound nice.
"hm? well? :3"
...he decided to speak. "...terry. i'm terry... you?..."
you smile. "they call me (name), pretty right?" he could only nod. yes, it was very pretty...
i think everybody could guess how things go from then on.
he meets you, grows up with you, falls in love with you, and in the end lives happily with you... if only it weren't for his tendency to maim just about anyone who gets near you.
he's a dog, honey. but he's your rabid, vicious dog.
by the time he grows up, he's learned how to hide what he truly is from you, and the terry that we all come to know and love is now here.
charming, witty, humorous... terry mcginnis is nothing but an amorous boy for you... and you love it. (u match his freak sm)
in his eyes, you two are together <3 and its not even a lie you two are but you're too much in denial since you firmly believe he deserves better :( (tho thoughts like that dissapear when he and you yk ;))
absolutely hates it when you spend time with anyone, especially with his adopted siblings. dick, jason, tim, and damian? fuck no. (if you read the batman beyond comics, those two despise each other--)
...so expect those two to be at each other's necks.
and about the cam girl part, yup, this man knows. and like tim, he tries to persuade you to stop. you're a complicated person, he knows. either for money or fun, you do crazy shit like this every time... but this one's really serious.
"...look at me." you obey, eyes staring back at ocean blue ones. terry's eyes were always so pretty...
"...hehe, pretty eyed as ever, mcginnis..." and he can't help but smile slightly at your words.
"..." damn you, really. his soft spot for you is huge, and 99% of the time, you get off the hook easily.
in the end, he might have allowed you to do this... 'artist' stuff, but on one condition:
he gets to f*ck you on some parts.
you blink, cheeks starting to redden. "...what--" and just like that, your fate is sealed <3
...currently, you were on Live. the rest of your boy toys watched with envious yet very heated gazes as your pussy was getting demolished by his dick. the close up shots were so unnecessary, the way he roughly pummels into you was so--
'$10000 from GR4YS0N_68'
'GR4YS0N_68: ugh yea terry ruin that little bitches cunt'
terry grins, feeling you getting closer. the position you and him were in was perfect, babe... perfect for a pic.
his strong hand gently but firmly grabs your jaw, making you face the camera.
he whispers to you so closely."smile for the camera, sweetie."
you oblige, a broken smile on your lips. the stream abruptly ends.
no need for the public to know what you both are doing in private anymore...
Yandere rating: 100% on money, 0.0001% for nuisance, 90% for humor (100% as batman beyond)
(finally its finished đ€ i have so many unfinished works huhu....)
(update: ill also try editing this too <3)
#yandere batman#yandere dc#yandere terry mcginnis#yandere tim drake#yandere conner kent#yandere damian wayne#yandere batfam#yandere teen titans#yandere young justice#yandere dc x reader
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Flowerbeds
Yandere Kaveh x reader
Kaveh has such potential to be a quite eerie yandere. Unsettling yandere Kaveh please save me!<3 I would love to hear your thoughts on unsettling yandere Kaveh (and other yanderes)
Synopsis: You and your husband has just moved in to your new house. He has taken it upon himself to make the flowerbeds in the garden as similar as possible to the garden in your favourite childhood fairytale book. For some reason he always works in the garden at night when you have gone to bed.
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Warnings: obsession, unsettling Kaveh, Kaveh is insane, dismembering, slight gore, no harm is done to the reader
Word count: 1548
Kaveh had lately spent more time in your garden than he normally would. It had been two months since you and him had moved in a house together in the outskirts of the city. The house was big and beautiful. It was clear to anyone that Kaveh had been the one to design it. His love for you evident in every corner of the beautifully designed house. It had a spacious garden with multiple flowerbeds. In the far right corner stood a hammock decorated with the softest pillows. You had only lived there for a month, but you had never felt more home.
You were lounging in the hammock with a book when Kaveh entered the garden through the kitchen door. He waved you hello before he moved towards the flowerbed with determination in each step. He slung the sack of soil from his shoulder and drizzled the dark soil around the stems of the flowers. It had surprised you how green fingered he was. He had asked Tighnari for advice on how to tend to plants before you moved. The forest ranger had given him a detailed lesson and Kaveh had followed each instruction perfectly and surprised the fox.
The one of the first thing the architect had done when you settled in in your new home, was to tend to the flowerbeds. He had worked day and night in order to plant flowers that fitted the beautiful home he had built. It touched your heartstrings to see how focused he was in his new task.
Everyday he was out in the garden tending to the flowers. They quickly bloomed into beautiful flowers with gorgeous colours. The looked like they were straight from the fairytale books you used to read when you were a child. As the ever perfectionist, he never seemed to be quite happy with the results. He always found a way to improve them.
âAre you going out so late?â you asked him as you did the dishes.
He smiled as he kissed your cheek. âI have found some new soil I think will do wonders. It would be better to do it now than wait for tomorrow. I might forget it.â
âBut arenât you meeting your client tomorrow?â you tilted your head as you put the plate you had in your hand down on the counter.
âIt wonât take long. I will join you in bed soon. Okay?â he kissed you once more, this time on your lips.
You slipped under your covers and closed your eyes. You were tired after waking up early in order to go into the city to meet your friend. It had been fun and you had greatly enjoyed talking with her again.
Your eyelids fell heavy and you felt sleep creeping closer.
You drifted off into dreamland where you dreamed of blond locks and soft kisses. However you visit to the dreamland was cut short when you heard a loud thud coming from outside. You looked to your side and noticed the empty bed. You sighed as you put on your robe and slippers and ventured downstairs.
Outside it was dark. Your eyes took some time to adjust to the darkness. You let the garden door slightly ajar so that you could use the little light from the inside as a guide.
You raked your eyes over the garden till they landed on a silhouette. You took few steps closer as you took in the sight before you. Kavehâs hair looked disheveled. His hair clips were crocked and had almost fallen out.
He was crutching besides one of the flower beds. To his left was a bag which seemed heavy given the way he dragged it. When you narrowed your eyes you could see he was wearing long gloves and an apron.
A breeze swooshed through the garden making you noticing the thick smell that hung in the night air. It smelled like iron.
In his hand was something that looked akin to a butcher knife. He raised the blade over his head and brought it down with force. You could hear what sounded like bones cracking followed with slick sounds.
He placed with carefully precision what he had cut up in the soil that surrounded the colourful flowers. He wiped his cloves on his apron before he rose to his feet.
You watched him with big eyes silently. Goosebumps formed on your arms as cold sweat ran town your back.
âKaveh?â your voice was meek, yet it sounded so loud in your head. Your heartbeat filled your ears in a buzz which reminded you of the bees that were so found of the flowers your husband grew.
Kaveh stilled in his movements before he slowly turned his head halfway. You back was stiff and straight and his red eye staring at you in the corner of his eye. âWhat are you doing out here so late?â his voice was devoid of any emotion and sounded alien. If you didnât knew better, you would have thought it was a demonic monster that wore the skin of your dear husband, but you knew better. You could recognise his soft golden hair, that was now coated in something red, and his silhouette everywhere.
You gulped as he slowly turned around fully. His face was speckled with crimson and his black leather apron sticky. His red eyes found yours in an instant and you felt the need to run and hide from his unnerving stare.
âWhat are you doing Kaveh?â you were shaking. Your palms sweaty.
His lips turned up in a smile that looked out of place. âIâm just tending to the flowers, darling. I have this new fertiliser you seeâ his face cast in the darkness, making his smile appear like the jaws of the wild hounds you had encountered on one of your walks.
âFertiliserâŠ?â you gulped. Your feet was frozen into the ground. âWhy do you need to do this so late? Canât it wait? You said you would be quick, but I have waited for some time for you to join me in the bedâ crystal pearls of swat prickled down your brows and down the corner inner of your eye near the bridge if your nose.
âTighnari said itâs best to fertilise when the sun is downâ his smile remained on his face. He blinked slightly, making him seem like something not human given how wide his eyes were.
You swallowed the large lump in your throat. âI seeâŠâ your eyes didnât leave his lest you would see the red liquid that dipped from his cloves and onto the lush grass.
âI should head back inside. Itâs getting late⊠I have to weak up early in order to go shopping with Sashaâ you forced a smile.
The blonde haired manâs smile fell upon hearing the name of your friend. âReally?â he tilted his head. âI see thenâŠâ he smiled returned this time the edge to it was sharper.
You nodded. âYeahâŠâ
As you was about to move to go insane the wind took ahold of the garden door and flung it open, resulting the light from inside to soak the grass in its warm light. As your eyes fell in the ground besides him and the contents of the black bag, you could feel bile rising up in your throat. Your hand slapped over your mouth as you stared in horror. Still you couldnât help the scream that left your strained lips.
There on the ground was the remains of a human body. It was cut up like a butchered pig into small pieces. It was still fresh given the red colour of the flesh.
Your eyes snapped to Kaveh who was coated in crimson. His hair slick with blood and his white shirt stained. His eyes were so wide you thought the would swallow you whole in their endless sea of red.
Your knees gave out and you sunk to your knees. âWhat have you doneâŠ?â you whispered between sobs. Your vision was blurry given your tears that streamed down your face like the waterfall you and Kaveh often had picnics beside.
âI have only pulled out weeds as you say it. You shouldnât be tainted by the brutality and cruelty this word exist of. You deserve to be pure and happyâ his lips curled up into a gentle smile that reflected the love he held for you. âOh, you have no idea how much I love you. I am doing this for you, my flowerâ his wide eyes crinkled up.
With two long strides he was besides you. He crutched down and embarrassed you. He didnât care about you getting soaked in the blood that coated his apron as he pushed your head into the croak if his long neck. His arms caged you in as he rested his head on yours. He hummed into your hair.
âYou should get some sleep my dearestâ his deep voice reverberating through his chest.
You felt like you were drowning through your tears. Your tear soaked eyes fell on a tuft of bronze hair and you almost threw up. Your cries got louder as you wept over the death of your best friend. If Kaveh knew you had spotted Sashaâs hair, he didnât say anything.
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Part 4: Warning Bells
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11
I don't think I can do this again (do you remember it too?)
(In which a self-admittedly all over the place writer takes you on a bit of a rollercoaster)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Fluff, Angst, Pining (the usuals)
Words: 6.1K
TW: Swearing, Mentions of Divorce
A/N: Hi lovelies :) Guess who made a deadline again? I'm as shocked as y'all are but I do wanna just warn y'all that August is gonna be really busy for me so as much as I'm gonna try to stick to schedule, there's a pretty good chance I won't. I really appreciate y'alls feedback with live-reacts/long reviews and it's truly the motivating factor behind my writing so pretty please keep sending them. I did edit (as usual) but please let me know the most likely existent typos anyway. As always, let me know what you liked, disliked and what you wanna see next. Have a lovely rest of your week my loves <3
March 2033Â
Hereâs what Azzi has learned about motherhood: having kids means that there will come many times in your life, when you will look around you and wonder how the hell did I get here. Itâs that thought thatâs currently plaguing her as she finishes hanging up the WELCOME HOME banner on the living room wall in her ex-girlfriendâs new apartment. And when sheâs talking about kids, sheâs not talking about her five year old whoâs currently sticking purple hearts on every surface she can find. No, sheâs talking about her 6â5 teammate who sheâd once âadoptedâ as a joke in college, but whoâs basically become her surrogate child ever since theyâd ended up on the same WNBA team.Â
It had started as a casual conversation when Jana, as she often did, had shown up for an impromptu lunch. The topic of Paige was hard to avoid considering it was Stephieâs favorite subject, heightened by the fact that Paige was coming back soon and Stephie was far too excited to finally have her Miss Buecks back. Jana was more than happy to indulge the little girl in conversation about what Paige had been like at UConn. And if Azzi had lost herself in those memories for a moment, transported back in time to a world that had once been blooming with promise before wilting in a darkness sheâd created herself, well, sheâd done an excellent job not letting it show on her face.Â
The real issue had started when Jana had casually let slip her idea of surprising Paige with a little welcome party. And as Stephie had started reciting all the different things they could do -because of course me and Mama will help you Aunty J, Azzi had glared at Jana, only to receive an innocent smile in return that told her everything she needed to know. Sheâd been set up.Â
Thatâs how, instead of spending her Saturday curled up on her comfortable couch with a book in her hands, Azzi is here instead and in true fashion, sheâs the only one actually getting anything done. Jana, who had just left about twenty minutes ago to pick Paige up, had invited some of the other girls on the team to come help out yet, something about more hands on deck. Those supposed helpful hands had spent the last hour blowing up and popping balloons and getting nothing else done.
âI canât believe yâall have me decorating for the woman who cost me my first national championship,â Joyce laments, âI still have nightmares from that game.â
âYou gotta let that hurt go Aunty Joy,â Stephie says impishly, mimicking what Jana would normally say whenever the infamous 2025 South Carolina vs UConn national championship got brought up.Â
âDonât sass me Miss Stephanie,â Joyce sticks out her tongue at the little girl, throwing a purple balloon at Stephieâs head, âhasnât your Mama taught you that we donât mock peopleâs pain.â
âIgnore her Steph,â Tessa says, bumping her former Gamecock teammate as she shares a devilish grin with Azziâs daughter, âsheâs just upset she only won one. Some of us have two.â
Joyce guffaws, throwing another balloon, this time aimed at Tessa, âdude weâre supposed to be on the same team. What would Coach Staley say to you teaming with UConn people of all things to bully me?â
âSheâd thank me for making sure you didnât get a big head,â Tessa snipes back.Â
Whatever response Joyce has to that quip is cut short by the doorbell ringing and Azzi feels her heartbeat quicken as Stephie lets out a squeal, dropping everything to go answer it. Things had been different since the facetime call almost two weeks ago. Theyâd accidentally on purpose settled into a routine where Stephie would call Paige at exactly 7 p.m. and Paige would answer on the first ring, promising to stay on the phone till the little girl fell asleep. And it wouldâve been fine if thatâs all it was. But then Paige started staying on the phone till after Stephie fell asleep and suddenly it was like they were back to their teenage selves, talking about everything and nothing, trying to learn every page of each otherâs story all over again.Â
Azzi had missed so much about Paige in the last couple of years but there was nothing sheâd missed more than just talking to her best friend. Sheâd missed the way Paige would tell a story, going off on a million tangents in between. Sheâd missed the way her eyes would light up when she got to a particularly exciting part of the story, specks of gold shimmering in the blue like sunlight hitting the ocean. Sheâd missed the way Paigeâs hands would be flying animatedly all over the place, even when she was whispering. Sheâd missed the way the blonde would pause halfway through to observe if Azzi was still listening, making sure all of the attention was still on her. And sheâd missed the way that when it was Azziâs turn to speak, Paige would hang onto every word like it was gospel, intently listening like sheâd never forgive herself if she couldnât recite everything Azzi had just said from memory. Sheâd missed the way Paige would let her emotions freely flicker across her face, because whatever happened to Azzi, Paige felt it too.Â
Sheâd missed and missed, convinced the pain would be the end of her, until sheâd tricked her mind into forgetting. And now Azziâs beginning to realize that remembering it all again, might just be the thing that kills her.Â
âNevermind,â Stephie walks back to the room, sulking slightly, âitâs just Aunty Liyah.â
âOh thanks Stephie babe. That makes me feel so wonderful,â Aaliyah says, walking in behind Stephie with an offended expression on her face, âand here I thought bringing cupcakes would make me popular.â
âTell me those are store-bought Chavez. I ainât trusting them if you made them yourselves,â Joyce says, side-eyeing the cupcakes.Â
âTrust me I would never waste my precious time baking for yâall ungrateful ass-â
âAaliyah,â Azzi shoots her younger teammate a sharp look.
â-ungrateful people,â Aaliyah corrects sheepishly, âcupcakes because yâall clearly donât appreciate me.â
âI pre-ciate you Aunty Liyah,â Stephie says innocently, trying to get a better look at the aforementioned cupcakes, âyou got the pu-ple ones right? They have to be pu-ple for Miss Buecks.â
Aaliyah bends down to Stephieâs level to show her the box of sweet treats âthe perfect purple cupcakes for your Miss Buecks. How come you never wanna do nice things like this for us Stephie?â
âBecause Miss Buecks is special,â Stephie retorts matter-of-factly.
âOh so weâre not special?â Tessa asks, raising an eyebrow at Stephie.
ââCourse you are but Miss Buecks is special-er.â
And while her teammates all pretend to dramatically gasp at that, shaking their heads at Stephie, Azzi feels like someoneâs squeezing her heart, twisting and twisting but never fully breaking it. She wonders if that might hurt less.
Itâs another 10 minutes later when the doorbell rings again and Azzi watches her daughterâs face break into an incandescent grin, filled with hope, as she rushes to open the door because it has to be Paige this time. Azzi follows after her, trying to keep her breathing under control as anticipation clings to her nerves. Azziâs gotten so spectacularly good at lying to herself that she tells herself this next one with ease: thereâs not a single part of her thatâs eager to see Paige again.Â
âSURPRISE,â Stephie screams, flinging the front door open with as much strength as she can muster. She doesnât give Paige a chance to react before sheâs throwing herself against the blondeâs legs, hugging her thighs.Â
It takes a second for Paige to register whatâs happening, but when she does, itâs Azzi sheâs looking at. Everything seems to move in slow motion as they stare at each other, the reality of the moment suddenly settling in. Paige is here. In Oakland. Theyâre going to be teammates; theyâre going to see each other almost every day. Just like they used to. Except nothing is like it used to be and as that bitter truth comes up like bile in Azziâs throat, she has to force herself to look away.Â
âMiss Buecks,â Stephie calls out, tugging at the hem of Paigeâs white shirt to get her attention, âdo you like my surprise?â
Paige tears her eyes away from Azzi, leaning down to pick Stephie up before peppering her faces with kisses and making the younger girl squeal in delight, âbest surprise ever.â
And Azzi really, really, canât watch this. Not when it makes her want to walk over and cocoon herself in with the two of them, makes her want to pretend that sheâs living in another life, one where she hadnât thrown away the chance of a happily ever after with the girl sheâd fallen in love with at fourteen,Â
âOh yeah Stephie, your surprise. Take all the credit. Not like the rest of us did anything,â Joyce rolls her eyes goodnaturedly, before pulling Paige into a one-armed hug, âwelcome to the Bay Area Bueckers.â
Tessa and Aaliyah are next, both sharing warm hugs with their new teammate. Once theyâve had their turn, all eyes seem to turn to Azzi expectantly and the brunette blanches under their gaze. Other than Jana, who suddenly seems pretty heavily interested in the doorframe, the rest of her teammates donât know about her past with Paige. So itâs only natural theyâd expect her to greet Paige with all the cordiality of an old friend.Â
âYâall good?â Joyce asks slowly, looking between the two of them, âdo you want me to introduce yâall or?â
âShut up,â Azzi murmurs before drawing in a deep breath and stepping towards Paige. She tries not to fixate on the way Paigeâs jaw flexes when the blonde swallows, tries not to think about all the patterns sheâd once carved against that little patch of skin because she knew it drove Paige insane. The thing is Azzi canât even really remember the last time they hugged beyond a for-the-cameras one at a game. But as she wraps her arms around Paige, the older womanâs breath tickling against her ear as she grips Azziâs waist, it doesnât feel that much different from how it used to be. Paigeâs arms are still safe and strong and Azzi still wants to melt into them. But whatâs different is that Stephieâs in between them now, tiny hands securely fastened around both of their necks. And Azzi almost, almost gives into the feeling of belonging as she whispers two simple words that mean just a little too much.
âWelcome home.â
***
Seven pairs of eyes watch as the movers move box after box after box into Paigeâs apartment, until thereâs more cardboard than floor visible. The three non-UConn girlies are wide-eyed as they watch the pile grow endlessly. Meanwhile Jana is laughing while Azzi tries to hide a smile behind her hands as the realization that sheâd have to unpack all of her stuff hits Paige in waves, and her expression grows more and more somber. Once the movers are finally done, itâs Stephie, whose hand is still firmly clasped in Paigeâs, who breaks the silence.Â
âYou have a lot of things Miss Buecks,â the little girl crinkles her nose, as she points out the obvious, âdo you really need all of this stuff.â
âOf course I do Stephie,â Paige says indignantly and Azzi scoffs, earning her a withering glare from the blond.Â
âAight well it was nice to meet you-â Joyce starts, slowly backing away from the mess until Jana blocks her way.Â
âOh no you donât. I told yâall we were all gonna help her move in. Call it team bonding,â the Egyptian says, her voice vaguely threatening.Â
âMost of the team isnât even here,â Aaliyah points out cautiously.Â
âThatâs not the point,â Jana rebukes, âalright team listen up. Hereâs how this is going to go-â
âMaybe Paige should take charge. It is her apartment,â Tessa says slowly.Â
âIf we put Paige in charge sheâll tell us all to go home and procrastinate doing anything until after the season,â Azzi says, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.Â
Paige pouts, âhey! Iâm not that bad.â
âOh you absolutely are.â
âAm not.â
âAre too.â
âO-kay,â Jana claps, breaking apart the bickering, âitâs good to see the two of you are apparently younger than Stephie,â she holds up a hands a both Paige and Azzi start to splutter in their defense, ânow as I was saying before being rudely interrupted. Weâre gonna split this up. Joyce and I are gonna do the living room. Aaliyah and Tessa, yâall are gonna fix the guest room. Which leaves,â Jana smiles, and itâs only because Azzi knows her so well that she can read the menacing sparkle behind it, âPaige and Azzi to tackle the master bedroom.â
They both open their mouths to protest but are quick to get cut off by an excited Stephie, âIâmma help Mama and Miss Buecks!â
âOf course you are, why would you ever help anybody else? Clearly you donât love us anymore. Not since your precious Miss Buecks got here,â Joyce says dramatically and while Paige smirks and the rest of the girls pretend to act mock offended, Azzi uses the distraction to sidle up to Jana.Â
âWhat the fuck are you playing at El-Alfy,â she hisses under hear breath.
Jana shrugs innocently, âthe master bedroom is the hardest because Paige has so many fucking clothes so Iâm letting yâall old heads do it. Some of us are below 30 ya know.â
âCut the bullshit,â Azzi snaps.Â
âI have absolutely no idea what youâre talking about Fudd,â Jana says airily as she starts to unpack a box, leaving Azzi muttering curses under her breath.Â
âHey-â
Azzi spins around at the soft voice, only to find herself crashing against a solid body. Itâs instinct, the way Paigeâs hands immediately reach out to steady her and itâs instinct, the way Azziâs hands grab at the lapels of the blondâs shirt. Goosebumps trails up her skin as Paige's breath, hot and heavy, fans across her face. Theyâre too close; way too close and yet the idea of stepping away feels like a sin. Azzi gulps as her thumb accidentally brushes Paigeâs collarbone and the other woman shivers under her touch. She thinks she could probably get drunk off the feeling of knowing that she can still affect Paige like that.Â
âYou uh-â Paige swallows, fingers squeezing involuntarily against Azziâs hip, âyou donât have to listen to Jana. I can- I can figure it out myself.â
âN-no,â Azzi stutters and she wonders if Paige feels a high from the way she still affects Azzi too, âthereâs um- you have- uh- you have a lot of stuff. I can-,â she sucks in a deep breath, âIâll help.â
âYou sure?â thereâs a vulnerable edge to Paigeâs tone and any resolve Azzi could ever have melts immediately.Â
âI want to help,â she says softly, letting a small smile slip onto her lips.Â
The smile she gets in return is bright and sparkling, just like Paige herself and Azziâs heart lurches, pleased to be the one receiving it, pleased to be the one whoâd elicited it, âGood, cause I really wanted your help.â
Azzi shakes her head, trying to ignore the warning bells blazing in her head at the fact that theyâre still holding each other, âwhyâd you pretend you didnât?â
âI just wanted to hear you say it first,â Paige says, biting at her bottom lip. It leaves a light mark and Azzi finds herself wanting to soothe it over with her own tongue.
She thinks it might have been easier if it was just a little harder to fall back into Paige. It shouldnât be so simple to fall back into late night conversations, so simple to fall back into easy teasing, so simple to fall back into feeling at peace in Paigeâs arms. But it is.Â
âMama, Miss Buecks,â itâs Stephie who breaks their bubble but instead of jumping away from each other like they should, they step apart only enough to let the little girl into the space between them, so she can lace her hands through both of theirs, âare you ready?â
âBefore you go Paige,â Tessa calls out, holding up a clear bag of corner guards and edge protectors, âwhat are we doing with these?â
Paige shuffles her feet nervously, âyou um- you put them on the edge of like tables and stuff.â
âBro but theyâre for people who have children?â Joyce says, giving Paige a weird look, âyou have a kid we donât know about?â
Paigeâs eyes flicker to Stephie for a brief second and Azzi freezes, a warm realization tickling up her spine. Butterflies erupt in her stomach, their wings fluttering to the beat of whatâs mine could have been ours.Â
âOf course not. Iâm just super clumsy so precautions and all that,â the blond explains, shooting Jana a glare when the taller woman barely masks a giggle, âquit procrastinating by asking all these questions and get to work.â
âHas anyone ever told you the importance of first impressions? Because Iâm telling you Bueckers, using your teammates as unpaid labor the first time you meet them is not it,â Aaliyah gives Paige a pointed look.Â
âThis wasnât even my idea in the first place,â Paige defends.Â
âTrue,â Tessa nods with a sickly sweet smile, âbut youâre gonna pay for the pizza anyways.â
âIâm not pay-â
âPIZZA,â Stephie squeals, âMiss Buecks youâre gonna get us Pizza?â
âYeah Miss Buecks,â Azzi smickers, crossing her arms as Paigeâs stubborn retort dies on her lips, âyou gonna get us pizza?â
Paige glares at her before sheâs swinging Stephie up onto her lap again. And she really needs to stop doing things like that because itâs not remotely good for Azziâs mental health to watch the way Stephie seems to fit perfectly in Paigeâs arms, âof course I am Steph, what do you want?â
The two of them are lost in their own world discussing pizza toppings as Paige starts walking over to the master bedroom, until suddenly they're both turning around, looking at Azzi with identical expressions. And the brunette feels her heart tap out this could be my everything against her ribcage.Â
âYou coming Azzi?â
âMama, are you coming?â
Iâd go anywhere with the two of you, Azzi thinks as she nods her head, a light skip in her step as she moves to catch up with the two of them.Â
âOf course Iâm coming.â
***
Less than 10 minutes into trying to unpack, Azzi realizes that sheâs the only one trying to unpack anything when she looks up from where sheâs been folding t-shirts -trying and failing at not breathing in their familiar scent- to find Stephie decked in a colorful cardigan that goes all the way down to her toes, her feet clad in a pair of PB4âs that must be three times the size of her own shoes. A pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses hide almost her entire face as she strikes pose after pose and Paige diligently takes pictures of her.Â
âYES Stephie,â the blond indulges, âwork it girl. There you go babe, hold that pose for me. Youâre a natural in front of the camera.â
Stephie giggles and Azzi feels her heart constrict. Her favorite sound in the whole world has never sounded more like a signal for danger.Â
âAhem ahem,â she coughs, narrowing her eyes at the two people in front of her, âdoesnât look like yâall are unpacking to me.â
âMama Miss Buecks has so many pretty clothes,â Stephie gushes, completely ignoring what her mother just said.Â
âTheyâd look even prettier folded in her closet,â Azzi says pointedly.Â
Stephie pouts, âyou donât think I look pretty?â
âYou look really pretty in my clothes Stephie,â Paige cuts in, tapping the little girl on the nose before she turns her gaze towards Azzi, âjust like your Mama used to.â
The silk material shirt slips out of Azziâs hand as Paigeâs words drizzle around her, like the rain after a drought. It takes every little bit of strength she can muster to force herself to ignore Paigeâs words and pick up another shirt to fold even if she canât stop the rouge tint that colors her face. Thereâs this part of her thatâs been dormant for years but every little interaction with Paige threatens to awaken it and Azziâs scared that if she lets that happen, sheâll never be able to put it to sleep again.Â
âJust- just focus on unpacking,â Azzi mutters darkly.Â
She spends the next hour or so, keeping her eyes downcast, her complete focus on the task at hand. Because if she looks up, if she lets herself see the way Stephie and Paige are folding clothes together while giggling about something, if she lets herself see the way Stephie climbs onto Paigeâs back so the woman can give her a piggyback to the closet to deposit the folded clothes, she thinks she could fall in love with this moment, capture it behind her eyelids and let it live there forever. But this moment doesnât belong to Azzi. Because Paige doesnât belong to Azzi. Not anymore.Â
Azziâs taken away from her thoughts when she feels a tiny hand wrapping around her neck from behind, Stephieâs warm body pressing against her back and just like that, all the tension in her muscles seem to dissipate.Â
âWhatâs up sweetheart,â she asks, turning her head to press her lips against her daughterâs temple.Â
âNothing Mama,â Stephie says sweetly, âjust wanted to give you a hug.â
âSure youâre not just trying to get out of helping Miss Buecks unpack?â Azzi asks slyly, pulling Stephie from behind her, so the little girlâs lying on her lap instead. She can feel Paigeâs eyes focused on the two of them and even without looking, she thinks she knows what sheâd find in them if she did.Â
âOf course not Mama,â Stephie grins and then squeals as Azzi begins to tickle her.Â
âI think you are,â Azzi sings-songs as she continues to poke at her daughterâs stomach, reveling in the way it makes the child laugh.Â
âN-no Mama stop, stop,â Stephie manages to wrench herself out from Azziâs grip, darting to hide behind Paigeâs legs, âMiss Buecks save me.â
âThereâs no saving you now Stephie-bear,â Azzi roars dramatically as she picks herself off the floor, smirking at her daughter as she wriggles her fingers menacingly.Â
âYou know what the best way to stop someone from tickling you is Stephie?â Paige says slowly, sending the little girl a conspiratorial wink.
âDonât you dare-âÂ
âYou tickle them back,â Paige yells and Stephie eyes widen with excitement, âdid you know your Mamaâs extremely ticklish?â
âPaige no,â Azzi starts moving back, hands held in surrender.Â
âYou started it.â
âYeah Mama, you started it.â
âPaige. Stephie. Ple-â Azzi cuts herself off with squeal as two sets of hands start mercilessly prodding at her ribcage. She canât get away, not when Paige has her securely wrapped from the back and Stephieâs pressed against her front, both of them laughing maniacally. Theyâre a mess of limbs thatâs becoming harder and harder to tell apart as the three of them topple onto Paigeâs bed. And Azzi thinks maybe she doesnât want to escape it at all. She thinks sheâd like to freeze them in this moment instead. Forever.Â
âPizzaâs here,â someone yells from the living room and itâs Stephie who stops first, immediately jumping off the bed at the mention of food, leaving Paige and Azzi alone. On Paigeâs bed. Barely an inch of distance between them as they try to catch their breath. Itâs Azzi who sits up first, smoothening the wrinkles on her shirt. And just as sheâs about to stand up fully, she feels a hand circling around her wrist.Â
âItâs gonna be weird being alone tonight,â Paige confesses softly and Azzi feels her breath hitch.
âDidnât you live alone in Dallas? At least after the divorce?â she tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice at the last word, a bitterness she knows she has absolutely no right to feel.Â
Paige shrugs, her shoulders brushing against Azziâs, âI did but I knew Dallas. I donât know this place.â
âWhat exactly are you asking me?â Azzi asks even though she knows.Â
âIâm not asking you anything. I donât know if I have that right anymoreâ Paige says softly, letting go of Azziâs wrist as she starts to walk towards the living room, turning her head back slightly once she gets to the door, âIâm just telling you I donât wanna be alone tonight.â
***
Damn Paige Bueckers and her vulnerable eyes and her earnest tone because Azzi would, really, really like to be enjoying her slice of pizza right now. Instead everything tastes like ashes as Paigeâs unsaid plea rings in her head. There are so many reasons why Azzi absolutely shouldnât give in, why she should grab Stephie, get into her car, drive home and never look back. This involuntary dance the two of them are starting is far too familiar to what theyâd done when they were teenagers and the vivid memories of the day the music stopped and theyâre feet stopped moving still haunt Azzi every time she lets herself think of it for a little too long. And she shouldnât push herself into this fire again, not when thereâs Stephie to think about, but thereâs a tiny little problem. She thinks she might be addicted to burning in Paigeâs flames.Â
So when the pizzaâs done and the house is more or less in order, and her teammates are ready to leave, looking expectantly at Azzi, she finds herself leaping into lava, âum- I think Stephie and I are gonna stay for a little bit longer.â
âWe are?â Stephie asks, a huge smile stretching the length of her face as she looks up at her mother.Â
âYeah. Um- Paigeâs bedroom still um- still needs some work,â Azzi tries to justify her decision, ignoring the heat of the blondâs eyes that seem to be perpetually stuck staring at her.Â
Joyce raises a perplexed eyebrow, âit looked done to me.â
Paige clears her throat, âthereâs definitely uh- a couple more things that need to be handled.â
âItâs almost Stephieâs bedtime. I could stay and help-â Jana begins, eyeing the two of them suspiciously.
âNo,â Paige says, a little louder than necessary, âI mean youâve already done so much for me today Jana,â she manages a smirk, âlet Azzi pull her weight a little bit too ya know.â
Janna narrows her eyes but doesnât push it. Itâs oddly domestic, standing side by side with Paige bidding goodbye to their teammates, Stephie in between them happily waving at the people that are leaving. The warning bells get louder and louder; Azzi continues to do nothing to stop them.Â
âMama, how long are we staying?â Stephie asks innocently.Â
âWe um-â Azzi chews at her lip, finally giving into the temptation to look at Paige, âweâre gonna stay with Miss Buecks tonight so she doesnât feel alone.â
The shrill scream that escapes Stephieâs mouth could probably break glass as she turns herself around to grab at Paigeâs waist, âMiss Buecks Iâm gonna stay with you! Weâre gonna have a sleep-over.â
Paige laughs, kneeling down so sheâs face to face with the little girl, âyeah we are.â
âAre you scared to sleep alone too Miss Buecks?â Stephie asks cautiously, cupping Paigeâs face with tiny hands.Â
âJust a little bit,â Paige admits, leaning into Stephieâs touch.Â
âMe too,â Stephie whispers shyly, âthatâs why I sneak into Mama's bed and she gives me lots and lots and lots of cuddles. Mamaâs cuddles are the best,â she turns to Azzi, âMama will you give Miss Buecks cuddles tonight too?â
âI uh-â Azzi swallows, taken aback by the question, âI thought you didnât like sharing Mamaâs cuddles?â
âI donât,â Stephie agrees, âbut Iâd be okay sharing them with Miss Buecks.â
***
Azzi had planned -a loose term because really she hadnât planned on any of this- for her and Stephie to take the guest room. Paige had been ready to give up her own room on the grounds of politeness. And Stephie was insistent that she needed to sleep in between both Mama and Miss Buecks tonight because itâs a sleepover we all have to stay together. Obviously out of the three of them, only one of them was going their way and it didnât take a genius to figure out who that would be. Â Thatâs how theyâd ended up here, dragging chairs and pillows and blankets into the middle of the living room to create a makeshift fort.Â
Azziâs putting on the finishing touches, stringing purple fairy lights Paige had produced out of nowhere, when Stephie emerges from Paigeâs bedroom where sheâd gone looking for something to wear in lieu of pajamas.Â
âMama look what I found,â Stephie beams, proudly pointing at the black t-shirt sheâs found that covers her whole body, âitâs you and Miss Buecks when you were littler.â
Itâs their SLAM cover t-shirt and Azzi feels tears prickling at her waterline as sheâs met with the picture of a younger version of the two of them. Back when theyâd been so hopeful and carefree, ready to take on the world as long as they could do it together. Back when theyâd been 2 in a million.
âI canât believe you still have this,â Azzi whispers, unable to stop herself from running her fingers across the version of who they used to be. She wonders what those girls would think of them now; those girls whoâd laid and bed and pinky promised forever. She thinks theyâd probably be appalled at the fact that Paige and Azzi had spent eight years barely speaking. She thinks maybe theyâd hate her for what sheâd done. She thinks maybe she hates herself a little bit for what sheâs done to them.Â
Paige is leaning against the wall, her voice quiet when she speaks, âI couldnât let it go.â
And they both know sheâs not talking about the shirt.Â
âCan we watch a movie?â Stephie asks, diving into the fort and peering up at the two adults.Â
Paige recovers first, âyeah- yeah of course Steph,â she looks at Azzi, âdo you- do you want something else to sleep in?â
âIâm good,â Azzi says, trying to inconspicuously brush away a rebellious tear. The shirt sheâs wearing feels itchy against her skin but she doesnât think she could handle wearing something of Paigeâs. She scooches into the fort, leaning back against one of the pillows and Stephieâs quick to curl into her and Azzi absentmindedly rubs her hands down her daughterâs back. Paige switches on the TV, letting Stephie dictate a movie choice before letting herself into the fort, laying down on Stephieâs other side.Â
âMiss Buecks come cuddle,â Stephie demands from where her head is laying on Azziâs chest. When Paige hesitates, the younger girl takes it upon herself to pull Paigeâs arms over her, making the older woman lie on her side so she can drape her hands over Stephie's stomach, accidentally brushing against Azziâs ribcage. Stephie lets out a satisfied sigh, lying back down against Azzi, crossing her arms so she can hold Paigeâs hand with one and latch onto her mother with the other.Â
âPerfect.â
And it is. The sound of Stephieâs chatter slowly fading away mixed with Paigeâs quiet breathing is the perfect lullaby and Azzi finds herself drifting off into the best sleep sheâs had in years.Â
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Sunlight peeks in through the window and Azzi groans at the interruption. Her whole body feels a little stiff, not used to sleeping on the floor like this. A quick glance at her phone tells her itâs 7 a.m. and Azziâs just about to let herself fall back asleep when her eyes land on the two sleeping figures next to her. Stephieâs face is buried in Paigeâs neck, one arm slung over her waist. Paige, mouth slightly ajar as she sleeps, has both hands fastened on the younger, holding her tightly against her chest like sheâd fight the world if someone tried to steal her from her grip. They look happy, content, at peace. And Azzi canât breathe.Â
The warning bells in her head create a cacophonous commotion that she can no longer escape. It hits her like whiplash that she canât do this. She doesnât know what had gotten into her last night, why sheâd agreed to this, to any of this. But she canât do this.Â
âStephie,â Azzi whispers urgently, trying to pull her daughter out of Paigeâs grasp, âStephie wake up.â
âAz?â Paige asks groggily, stirring in her sleep, âwhatâs going on?â
âWe need to go home,â Azzi says and she canât bear to look at Paige.Â
âWhat?â Paige is far more awake now as she glances at her phone, âitâs 7 am Azzi. Whatâs the rush?"
Azzi ignores her, still trying to wake Stephie up who groans, âMama too early.â
âSteph-â
âAzzi,â Paigeâs voice is firm as she wraps her hand around Azziâs wrist, slipping Stephie off of her, âwhat is going on.â
Azzi grits her teeth, ânothingâs going on. We just need to go home.â
âAzzi-â
âWe shouldnât have stayed last night Paige,â Azzi bursts out and Paige freezes.Â
âCome out of the fort Azzi,â the blond says, her voice eerily calm as she stands up. Azzi follows after her, heart beating rapidly against her chest as she tries to keep the tears at bay.Â
âWe need to go home,â the brunette repeats, struggling to breathe, âthis was a mistake,â Paige flinches and Azzi feels a knife turn in her own hurt, âwe canât do this.â
âDo what Azzi?â Paige asks exasperatedly, still trying to keep her voice low for Stephieâs sake.Â
âThis,â Azzi all but shrieks, throwing her hands up, âitâs too much, too quick and Stephie- Stephieâs getting attached and I canât- I canât let that happen.â
âWhy not?â Paige argues stubbornly.Â
âBecause these last two weeks she couldnât fall asleep without you on the phone. Because youâre all she talks about sometimes. Because sheâs gonna want you forever,â Azziâs voice breaks, âand she canât have you forever.â
âAz-â
âAnd youâre getting attached too. I see the way you look at her and itâs amazing but itâs not- itâs not sustainable Paige. For either of you. Because youâre gonna find someone soon,â the words taste sour on Azziâs tongue, âand youâre not gonna have time for her and missing you is going to kill her and the guilt of that is going to hurt you. Iâm trying to pro-â
âDonât you fucking dare,â Paigeâs voice is hard now, eyes gleaming with fire, âyouâre basing all of this on a hypothetical that might not even come true. Youâre not protecting anybody. Youâre projecting.â
Azzi reels back, âI am not projecting.â
âYes you are,â Paige hisses, âyouâre not scared of Stephie or me getting too attached. Youâre scared of yourself getting too attached.â
âMama? Miss Buecks,â Stephieâs tired eyes look warily between the two of them, âwhatâs going on?â
Azzi plasters a smile on her face as she picks up her little girl, trying to pretend that the truth in Paigeâs words havenât just made her feel hollow, âweâre going home Stephie.â
âI donât wanna go home,â Stephie fights against Azziâs grip, looking helplessly at Paige, âMiss Buecks I wanna stay. Can I please stay?â
âYou have to listen to your Mama sweetheartâ Paige says softly, heartbreak written over her face as she moves to press a kiss against Stephieâs knuckles, âbut Iâll see you soon okay. I promise.â
âMiss Buecks,â Stephie whimpers and Azzi has never hated herself more as she rushes out of Paigeâs new house, willing herself to not look back. She buckles Stephie in the back, pretending she doesnât see the way Paige is watching them leave from the porch, like sheâd do anything to stop it. And then she drives away.Â
It isnât until sheâs safely in the confines over her own room, that Azzi finally lets the tears fall. And she consoles herself with the fact that itâs okay to crack her daughter's heart, to crack Paigeâs heart, to crack her own heart, if thatâs the only way she can stop their hearts from breaking altogether.
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âConfessionâ
Summary: Sanji tries to confess your love to you... many times. pairing: Sanji x fem!reader genre: romance with a small hint of comedy. author's note: for some reason, I think canon Sanji is someone who is quite oblivious when it comes to women who ACTUALLY like him. Like bro notices when men adore him but can't tell a girl has the hots for him?? Anyways, out of frustration I wrote this but just roles reversed. Enjoy, hehe
His tenderness and kindness drops like honey from his fingertips, this is quite evident when he carefully strokes your skin with the back of his hand, gently brushing off your hair when your head rests on his lap, his lips touch your shut-closed eyes, reciting you poetry about them every morning and every evening.
Oh, how he admires and yet envies the light of the sun landing on your skin, the cool breeze that gets to caress your hair and the blessed land you walk upon where flowers seem to bloom with each one of your steps.
How can a man express a love so grand? What words could Sanji ever use to depict his own feelings, or to come even close to explaining them? Among all of these questions, there is a specific one that has grown roots on his head for a while now:
How do I confess?
Imagine the agony of seeing the person you love every day, emotions building up inside of you so much so that even a glance of them towards your direction shakes your whole soul. Ok, now that you have imagined what it feels like, multiply that feeling with x100; thatâs what a hopeless romantic such as Sanji has endured ever since the day he fell for you (but thatâs a story for another time). Now, let me introduce to you 3 attempts Sanji tried to confess his love:
1. A pretty flower for an even prettier flower
Itâs Spring, around 4 months ago. You are rotting in the girlâs dorm, still recovering from some heavy injured back you had to deal with after a tough fight. There are sounds of laughter outside, so loud that you could hardly listen to the sound of waves or anything like that. From what you could hear, you had reached an island which seemed to make the crew enthusiastic for some reason you could not really tell from the darkness and loneliness of your surroundings.
âDamn it, I canât even stand up on my ownâ - you try to lift yourself up but quickly surrender due to the immense pain in your back. A loud sigh escapes your mouth as you cover your face with a hand, rubbing your temple and holding yourself back from shedding any tears that could reflect that your need to be useful is now under attack, and you feel more useless than ever.
âCan I come in?â - a knock or two are heard at the door. Youâre caught completely off guard but yet manage to blur out with a cracked voice: âPlease do.â
Goodness, you had to cover your eyes from the light that shone through the room when the door opened, almost blinding you. Thus, you canât really tell who just came in but a feeling of some sort was telling you that it was alright, that it was safe.
âWe landed on a new island. - the voice approaches and comes closer, becoming clearer. - Itâs quite beautiful.â
A touch of your hand makes you immediately realise that it was Sanji who is now sat beside you, caressing your hand. Your vision gets back to normal and you gaze happily at the blond chef. He looked so pretty: a nice pink shirt with a flower pattern, shorts and sunglasses heâs wearing.
âWhy arenât you exploring then?â - you ask, caressing his hand back.
âOh, I did my exploring. Itâs just that all that beauty that I sawâŠ- Sanji reveals his hand hidden behind his back. There was a bouquet of flowers he was holding, landing them to you. Goodness, the way your eyes sparkled in joy caught Sanji off guard. His gaze softens. - âŠall that beauty that I saw reminded me of you.â
You take the flowers and sniff them, the aroma captivating your senses as your dopamine reaches high levels that were not reached for months.
âThank you, Sanji. This⊠- you gaze lovingly at the flowers and then at him. - âŠthis means a lot.â
âDonât thank me. Iâd do anything for you.â - he grabs your chin and pinches it gently, giving you a reassuring smile.
âActually, I came to see you because I wanted to-
âYou wanted to make sure I was fine, right? Donât worry, I do feel better now. Promise!â - you interrupt him, thinking that he was still worrying himself over your condition. However, the expression on his face made you doubt that that was the real reason he came.
âOh, is it because you want to ask me what I want for dinner?â- you try again, trying to guess the reason of his visit, which he did often.
âUhm right, I did want to ask you thatâŠâ - Sanji smiles awkwardly as he strokes the back of his neck. Guess he couldnât really say what he wanted now, instead he just smiles and listens to your wishes regarding dinner.
âHow about we have dinner together, just the two of us, when you get better of course?â - he suggests and you widen your eyes.
Just the two of you? Why is he asking that? For some reason that gave you a weird feeling in your stomach, feeling your cheeks heat up.
âWell, it would be my pleasure, chef.â - you tease, pinching his nose jokingly as the cook gives a blushing smile.
2. Whatâs mine is yours
The dinner table was decorated beautifully by Sanji, the colors, the texture of the fabrics and all the details up to the crystal clear utensils would make every woman in the world happy. He is now sat patiently, waiting for you to come down and dine with him.
Once you go out the door you notice the setting your favourite cook has done for you. With a quick glance you fasten your step to go down the stairs, giving a small cough to make him notice you.
How foolish, you think he didnât notice you?
Sanji saw you from afar, and that man is already weak in the knees from seeing you all dressed up with a chic black dress, a nice golden necklace resting on your neck, complemented gracefully with your long dark flocks falling off your bare shoulders.
âYou came.â - Sanji reaches for you hand, kissing the back of it whilst looking deep into your eyes.
âFor you, always.â - a wink at him before you go and sit down makes the blond crazily happy. He immediately pulls the chair back for you and rushes to serving some delicious hot meals.
âI love that we are doing this outside.â - you claim, finally feeling a bit of fresh air coming in your lungs.
âI thought you would. - Sanji lights up a candle placed in the middle of the table. - I know youâre a romantic at heart as well.â
You chuckle, not disagreeing with his statement.
âThank you for the food.â - you say and start digging in. Ah, he never fails when it comes to cooking. You could live 109 more lives and never get to try Sanjiâs food anywhere else.
âPerfect.â - you whisper, letting out a small moan from the satisfying taste. Little do you know that even such small details never go unnoticed by Sanji. He keeps staring at you, your dress, hair, your eyes that sparkle with light every time you look at him.
âHere, try some of this.â - Sanji picks up with his chopsticks a piece from his plate and offers it to you.
Of course you want to try it so you open your mouth and eat it, closing your eyes shut for a bit.
âAhhh, Sanji itâs just so good!â - you exclaim, grabbing the table cloth.
Alright, you might be someone who overacts at times but now come on! look what youâre doing to the poor guy. You moan his name in a sentence like that and expect him to remain his full composure?
Bro had to keep it in him not to tell you that he fucks as good as he cooks for the hundredth time.
These thoughts are quickly shaken off when he notices your body trembling a bit. He immediately gets up, strips his jacket off.
Now, youâre caught off guard. His sleeves are rolled up and his forearms give a nice impression of a good physique. Moreover, his visible biceps and wide shoulders... Did he always have a waist that small?
âHere, Iâd rather die that let you catch a cold.â - his sentence interrupts a train of not so holy thoughts for which you were confused of where they came from.
You shake your head and say a small âthank youâ to Sanji before going back to eating. However, now his cologne is evident, coming from the jacket placed on your shoulders. Alluring and strong, just like him.
âAre you listening?â - he asks and you widen your eyes, asking him a very polite âsorry, what?â
âNever mind. Nothing important.â - there it is again, that awkward smile. What is it that he has to say but doesnât tell me?
The rest of the dinner goes fairly well. Around midnight you both find yourself and the doorstep of the girlâs dorm.
âThank you for joining me.â - he kisses your hand, caressing it with his thumb, not letting go just yet.
âThank you for having me, Sanji.â - you smile, a weird rush of adrenaline conquering your body. Not understanding what it really is, you rush inside and wave a final âbyeâ to the cook, closing the door behind you. Who knows what would have happened if you kept your hand in his for any longer; his warmth and the comfort he radiates with only the touch of his hands made you think how good he would f- NO NO STOP RIGHT THERE!
3. The horizon knows about us
Itâs a lonely sunset - thatâs how you call it when there is no one to share the view with. Nevertheless, it does not stop you from admiring it, eyes filling with light coming from a colorful sky that resembles a drunk painting.
The admirer has an admirer which is watching from behind, slowly approaching.
âI thought you didnât like lonely sunsets?â - Sanji approaches, taking his hands off his pockets and resting his arms on the wooden plateau.
âWell, - you smile, tilting your head towards him. - we have to stop and appreciate what burns for us, and the sun has been burning for way too long.â
You say those words and Sanji is fully immersed, captivated, staring at your profile like he would keep burning if it means his eyes would get the blessing of seeing you everyday, his light would keep shining on you, setting himself a blaze to let you be warm, always.
âYou know, I'm sure it's a pleasure for the sun to burn for you. - he takes a deep breath before continuing, mastering the courage to look at you in the eyes. - And just like it, I too have been burning for a while.â
Your eyes widen at his statement, face immediately turning to him.
âWhy so?â - your voice comes out so soft and caring that Sanjiâs lip trembles.
âThere are words I want to say, feelings I want to express, verses of my own that I want to recite that are stuck on my throat, making me unable to breath, suffocating me.â - Sanji starts explaining, grabbing your hands together and resting them on his chest.
âItâs all in here. - he says. - please tell me that you feel it too.â
You have stopped blinking for a while now, trying to take in as much as possible from the situation. The sun keeps setting as so do your feelings. They become more evident, a sudden epiphany hitting the depths of your very soul. Your heart recognizes, understands what Sanji is talking about cause you feel it, you have felt it many times.
âSanji⊠- you call his name, tightening the grip on his hands. - Iâm listening this time. More than ever Iâm not only listening to you but also to my own heart. - you gulp hard, approaching him closer. - I need you to tell me first.â
Sanji smiles, putting your hands in front of his lips, hiding the blush of his cheeks whilst not breaking eye contact.
âI confess to you, the sun and the horizon that I have inevitably fallen in love with you.â - his voice does not tremble, nor does his body shake. However, both of your hearts are going crazy as the heat between you becomes more and more evident. After an intense prolonged eye contact, you cup his cheek, glancing at the sky for a second whilst noticing the darkness setting in, a darkness that you do not loath anymore.
âLet me then confess to you, the moon and the stars that I have fallen in love with you too.â - you smile cheekily, making Sanji mirror your genuine smile, this time not awkwardly but wholeheartedly, as he grabs your waist swiftly, bringing you close to his embrace.
The sun is completely set and the sky has fully darkened. There is now the moon who watches over along with the little stars that dance happily over lovers. No matter what time, the horizon had witnessed two lovers uniting, giving them all the colors that it could present for such a memorable moment.
Thus, it did take him a while, but now Sanji and you have found peace in each other, a comfort that only love can provide. And a fairytale have you become for people who gather the courage to express what lies deep inside them, taming the fire so that it could warm your lover but never burn you.
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Darkness and Sunshine (3)
Summary: Bucky hurt you deeply. Can he make amends?
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader
Warnings: angst, hurt reader, BBF trope, attentively Bucky, flirting, fluff
Catch up here: Darkness and Sunshine (2)
Bucky refused to let go of your hand. Even when you entered the black SUV, driven by one of his men, he didnât want to let go. It was a struggle to explain to him that it was not possible to enter the car while holding hands. Maybe if youâre bendable like an acrobat.
âThe park is nice in late summer,â he says while walking next to you. It seems like Bucky is unsure what to do next. âIâve never been for a walk. Not since I was a kid.â
âYou havenât been to the park since you were a kid?â You stop walking to look at Bucky. âWhy? I mean, the park is not even far away from your office. You could go for a walk to have a break and enjoy the sun and fresh air. Is there a reason why you donât go for a walk or spend time with normal people?â
âNormal people?â He furrows his brows. âWhat do you mean by normal people?â
âYou know,â you shrug, âpeople not involved in your business.â He blanches at your words. Bucky believed you donât know a thing about his business and that heâs a criminal. âWhat? Did you believe Iâm blind when it comes to your business?â
âIf you knew the whole time, then...â He swallows thickly. âWhy did you like me? Youâre a good person and a ray of sunshine. Iâm not only a grumpy man, but Iâm also a dangerous and criminal one.â
âNot to me,â you softly reply, giving Bucky the smile he loves so much. âI never cared what you do for a living. You were always good to me and my brother. Never judge a book by its cover, Bucky. Only because you play the tough guy for business doesnât mean you canât be sweet with someone.â
âSweet, huh?â Bucky smirks to himself. âYou think I can be sweet to someone?â
You drop your eyes, and your smile fades. âSomeone who isnât me, though. Maybe, one day, youâll make someone happy.â
âY/N,â Bucky sighs and drops your hand to cup your face. âI know youâre still hurt because of all the stupid things I said, but when I imagine getting happy with a woman, itâs with you.â
âWhy did you do it then?â You sniffle. âAnd donât give me that crap about keeping me safe and not wanting to hurt me. Because what you did hurt me a thousand times more than your job or behavior ever could.â
âDoll, Iââ Bucky bites his tongue. Apologizing again wonât fix what he broke that night. He not only broke your trust in him, but your heart too. Heâll never forgive himself for hurting you. Thatâs the last thing he wanted to do. âMost of the time Iâm a grump. My soul is as black as the coffee I drink. Youâd never get lucky with me by your side.â
âStill, you wanted me to go on a date with you,â you roll your eyes. âBucky, what are we doing here? You believe that you cannot make me happy but want me at the same time. This doesnât make sense at all. Youâre confusing me. Why canât you tell me what you want?â
âI want that beautiful smile to be mine only,â he leans closer to brush his lips over yours. âThat smile makes my heart flutter because you give it to me whenever you look my way.â
âIt was yours before you took it away from me,â your voice cracks when you look him in the eyes.
âDoll, I want you to bring sunshine into my dark life. Maybe you can light it up, so I wonât be too dark for you to bloom.â
You snicker.
Bucky furrows his brows.
âWhat?â He asks.
âYouâre so mature and serious all the time, and then you say something like that,â you giggle, and fist his jacket. âWhy donât you tell me that you want in a much better way?â
âA better way?â He whispers against your lips. âHow?â
âLike that,â you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss Bucky before he can chicken out. He hums against your lips and wraps his arms tightly around you. Bucky deepens the kiss, putting all his feelings into this one kiss.
He only parts from you to get some air. Bucky smirks when you gasp for air. âNot that bad,â you comment. âBut we should practice more often to be sure youâre a good kisser.â
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#Darkness and Sunshine (3)#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#mafia au#mobster!bucky barnes
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hello!! could you please do the assasin teen!reader with jy as well?
the one you did with boothill aventurine and sunday :3
Since I honestly loved this prompt alot, I hope you'll like this post, Anon, and thank you for the request!!<33
Content: Platonic relationships, mentions of assasination attempts, teen reader, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!!
((Not proofread))
Jing Yuan raises a brow when he sees you being dragged in by his soldiers after you attempted to assassinate him. Now kneeling before him, he noticed that you were alot younger than he originally thought. And something about it made him wave his hand for you to be released from your handcuffs. He decided to hear you out regarding who and what made you do it before he ultimately concluded that it was circumstance that forced such a young soul to kill.
He took you in afterward, believing that you had alot of potential and time to be good if guided properly. Some criticized his choice, yet he didn't bother listening. He trusted his intuition perfectly fine and began training you alongside Yanqing, who was ordered to be kind to you. Jing Yuan knew how important it was for you to have someone your age around, which proved right when you two became fast friends.
The general knows the past haunts you often with guilt or shame, but he hardly ever mentions it. The past is past. It only matters what you do now. And so he watches in satisfaction as you begin to bloom into a normal child your age free from the shackles of the dark and bloody world of assassins.
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"đ'đŠ đšđ€đđČ, đ đđĄđąđ§đ€" - zhongli
pairings: zhongli x gn!reader tags: HURT/COMFORT (like major major comfort), glasses wearing!reader, insecure!reader, reader has self-worth issues, fluffy fluff fluff, reader is implied to have depression w.c: 1480 a.n: ngl i wrote this one shot a while ago, it helped me back then, hopefully it'll help some of you guys as well, i think this is beta read (again i wrote this a while back, i forgot) remember that you are loved my dears <3
Another tear hits the cold hardwood floor of your apartment; your glasses have long been housing the pools of your sadness before you finally take them off to bury your face into your knees, choked sobs wrangle out of your throat as your chest burns from the hurt.
What was it again that triggered this? You couldnât remember⊠Crying sure does affect you; it drives your mind deeper into its sadness, an inescapable hole of helplessness with darkness surrounding you, not an oil lamp in sight.
A series of knocks fell upon your doorâ making you jolt in your uncomfortable position, your heart beating out of your chest as you feel the pit in your stomach grow. You donât want to meet people now, you donât want to pretend to be fine.
For once, saving face stood second before your needs.
âQin ai de?â the familiar warm baritone from the other side of the door said, âItâs me, are you alright?â
You open your lips, tears still freely flowing down your cheeks but you stop yourselfâ deciding to close them again. Maybe anyone is fine, anyone else. But not Zhongli. You cleared your mucus-filled throat, trying to force a clear stable voice, gulping your saliva thickly before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in preparation.
With a shaky breath out you fake a smile, trying your best to sound how you normally do. âY-yeah! I just wanna be in silence and think; donât worry about me!â
A few seconds of silence pass by and you hold your breath, waiting for the sound of his feet walking away to grace your ears but you hear none. Instead, what little light the gaps at the bottom of the door provided was blocked before Zhongli spoke again.
âForgive me, my dear, for I have to do this.â
You couldnât even take a second to process the words he uttered before the door flew open, revealing the silhouette of your very handsome, very tall former-archon-boyfriend. Almost out of instinctâ you cover your face, your trembling hand making out a very poor mask as you try your best to get away from his sight.
âLove, my dear heart,â he cooed, his footsteps dawning closer and closer before it stopped in front of you. The melodious rustle of his fabric as he bends down to meet your face, his amber eyes unmistakable in their sadness as his brows furrow in slight frustration at the sight of your visibly distraught figure.Â
Zhongli reaches out; out of instinct, it seems, to comfort you, to hold you at least, his long slender finger wanting to touch your hand to move them yet you flinch when his hand hovers; afraid and unsure.
âMy love?â
âPl-please go away..â you whisper meekly, âI- I donât want toâ I donât want you to see me like thisâŠâ
â,,,â
You quickly and harshly wipe the tears off your face, trying your best to give him a smile while your hand is still covering your puffy eyes. âIâm okay! I thinkâŠâ
âBut you are not,â he said matter-of-factly, his brow furrowed in confusion before his hand finally reached yours, warmth blooming on your skin with his comforting touch. âYou are not okay.â
âI will be,â you muttered, âPlease? Iâm a mess nowâ Iââ
Your hand was moved away, and even with your lids covering your eyes, you can imagine those brilliant eyes; so full of warmth and love you almost want to run away and hide again.
âMy love please look at me.â
His voice is but a whisper and thereâs care lacing between those strings of sound. Archons do you even deserve this? You are certain that you donât but it feels so right.Â
It feels like you arenât worthless.
It feels like you matter.
You finally open your eyes, and another waterfall of tears threatens to escape but you can see his gentle smile, the softness of his lips, the curvature of his cheeks; whatever is happening now, it feels like love.
Are you worthy of love?
âYou are scared,â you hear him say softly, âyou are scared and that is okay, Iâm here for you.â
âIâm sorry,â you find yourself whispering.
âWhat for?â
âEverything.â you wanted to say, âfor being me, for stealing you away from someone better, for being selfish.â
Ahâ there it is.
âFor being selfish,â you repeat your mind, your eyes shifting to the wooden floor, his gaze tho comforting, feels so real. Like he could see through your walls; like he could tear them down with the slightest of touch. âFor being selfish enough to get your love, to be so imperfect yet accepting of itâ Iâm so sorry.â
You wince at yourself. That sounds more pathetic than you intended. Gods; why does it have to be him? You wouldnât mind if it's anyone else. Anyone else can call you self-absorbed or pitiable or even entitled.Â
But please, archons please, let it not be him.Â
âIâm not worthy of it,â you end your sentence with a defeated whisper, âI know I'm not worthy of it; I keep pushing you away, Iâm difficult, Iâm a horrible person.â
You bit your lip, you can hear him breathing steadily, his hand still grasping yours with that signature comfort, that loving warmth. It feels so good that you want to run away; so good that it feels like knives as the back of your mind keeps shouting at your words.Â
Ugly, untrue, you know this, but when those words are repeated thousands â no â millions of times it starts to sound honestly beneath useless praises.
âIâm irreparably broken.â
Silence is between the two of you and it feels deafening. You are ready for this, for him to leave, and how could you not? You have to imagine it time and time again, with every step apart from him, every second without his presence, you imagine it over and over and over again; hoping, praying, that when it eventually happens, it would hurt even less.Â
Because you are ready.
âI used to forge weapons as an archon,â Zhongli whispered, his thumb starting to trace the back of your hand. Slowly but surely, you feel his body getting closer to you, that golden touch of his cupping your cheek, those citrine gazes that inspect your very being and you canât help but lean into his touch.
Archons, you are horrible.
âI forge new weapons for my adepti. Ones made of jade, of black steel, of unbreakable stone, cor lapises, agates, and carnelians.â he took a deep breath, the chilly autumn air filling his lungs before he continued. âBut I always prefer to reforge my old weapons.â
âHuh?â
He laughs, that signature rumbling laughter that makes you shiver, that fills you with ease and serenity; it has you longing for a home only he can make, only he can fulfil. âYes, I prefer my old weapons; one that has my hand moulded on its handle, one that has been broken time and time again.âÂ
You feel his fingers on your cheek, your cold, tearstained cheekâ you want to flinch away but you canât. Zhongli is your home, you couldnât hide away any longer.
âSo my love, if you are broken then allow me to reforge you.â His voice, archons, his voice resonates deep within your heart, filling its cracks and smoothing its surface. His and completely his, he once noted and each and every time he breathes he reminds you of it. âif you prefer for your pieces to bask in the sun then allow me to carry you, every chuck and dust.â
âIâll cut you,â you whisper, trying desperately to deny him of the pain you know you would bring. âI'll hurt you; I have jagged edges andââ
âThen do it.â
His arm wraps around you, his hand tugging your head underneath his chin. He places a kiss on the top of your head, feeling the way your body fits with his; longing for the sound of your laughter and accompanying smile.
But Morax knows better; perhaps that person is gone, perhaps they are buried underneath the rubble. And yet he smiled to himself, gripping you tighter, not letting you go. He is pained, it is true. But a god can afford pain.Â
Let him afford the pain, as long as you wouldnât have to feel it.
âIâll hold you until you feel full, Iâll love you until the last stone crumbles, Iâll be by your side until your soul turns to dust.â
He let go of a breath. It sounds heavy; and perhaps for Morax, it is. His lover it seems has been at war. What sort of warrior god lets their spouse fight a battle all alone?
âI love you,â he whispered, âand thatâs nothing your thoughts can change no matter how hard they try.â
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Secret Smokes (Part 15)
Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader
Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.
Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.
Word Count: 2311
A/N: wow it's been a while I have no excuses I just have a soul-draining full-time job and no free time. Enjoy! I missed you all <3
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You spent the whole Sunday sulking as you walked around Hogsmeade trying to lift your own spirits. You couldn't take it anymore. On one hand you thought about how maybe you just need to go one a date with someone else to break this fixation you had on Remus on the other hand you felt like you may have a lot more than just a crush on him and that no one will be able to replace him. You simultaneously wanted to bump into him and to not see him for a few days. But something pushed you to try and force him into bumping into you. So you pulled out the marauders map and saw he was in his classroom. You went to the corridor adjacent and sat with a book waiting for him to walk out, yet the next time you checked the map he was in the library so you headed straight there. Once you arrived to the library he was nowhere to be found, you checked the map and saw he was walking towards the courtyard you followed him but couldn't catch up with him until you saw him disappear from the map. You knew he left Hogwarts, and you knew he was avoiding you as he probably saw where you were using his own map. It was hopeless. He was impossible.
Your next interaction with him was Monday morning in class, one of the only places he couldn't avoid you, especially that you knew he couldn't skip classes as he had to do so at the end of each month anyway. When you walked in Remus's eyes flicked to yours and then straight to the floor to avoid yours. He kept his composure well during class but spent the whole hour tapping his finger on his wand and falling over his words. He barely answered questions and took deep breaths. After the lesson finished he let out a sign simply saying "that's all, thank you very much. Remember keep studying I know you'll all do great." In this moment he gave you a short glance breathing in, closing his eyes slowly and turning to walk up to his office. As everyone funnelled out you followed him. "Professor, I have a question about one of the exams." You said nearly running up to catch him as he was already half way up the stairs.
"Miss L/N, I can't go into too much details about exams you know this. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be of much use to you."
"But professor I just want to understand more." You pushed hugging your books for comfort and looking around as some students were still in the class, he shifted his body weights to his other leg.
"I'll be honest I've never ran a class through exams, you know I'm new to all this. It would be better for you to speak to a different professor on this subject." He pained and you knew you were both speaking in double meanings at this point.
"But you're the one I want to speak to as you are the one who teaches defence against the dark arts."
"Was I not clear that I'm not the right match for you on this topic when we last spoke about exams, I suggest Professor McGonagall could help." He said looking past you at the last few girls in the room both you aching for them to leave you you could speak normally as he knew you wouldn't leave and there wasn't much you could say like this.
"Yes I do understand that Professor however what she explained wasn't that clear either, it left me with a lot of questions specific to defence against the dark arts." At this moment the last two girls left saying "bye Professor Lupin." He said goodbye to them before turning back to you and saying "Follow me, let me see if I can help." You followed behind him, he held the door open for you and let you in his office first before shutting the door behind you, you didn't make yourself comfortable in the room but rather stood by the door. "You shouldn't speak to me like that while there's other students around." He said in a low tone.
"I needed to get your attention somehow."
"You know you've always got my attention." He words were almost a low growl.
"But you avoided me all Sunday."
"It's what's best for you." He took a step closer closing the space between you forcing you to look up if you want to look into his eyes.
"How do you know what's best for me?"
"Trust me I do." He leaned down his lips were an inch away from yours.
"Really?" You asked and his lips met yours as he moaned a "mhm" in confirmation. He pulled away to say "you know you really shouldn't act like that in my classroom while there's other students still leaving, begging me to talk to you, to give you attention." His words were making hot flashes go through your body as you said nothing just looked up at him. "Do you understand?" He asked and you nodded.
"Good girl." He said the words catching you off guard. He walked away from you to go and lean against his desk as you stood in the same place confused.
"I thought you were avoiding me?" You asked not understanding his sudden change in behaviour.
"I am." He said signalling for you to come closer with his hand and you followed his command. He stood up straight in front of the desk as you looked up at him he picked you up and put you down on the desk so you were now sitting on it.
"How is this avoiding me professor?" You ask him as he looked down at you, he got on his knees in front of you, his head at desk level as his hands moved up and down your thigh.
"Well right now we don't have to discuss all the stuff I'm avoiding." He said moving his head between your thighs and teasing you through your clothing.
"How are you so sure?" You asked as you resisted all the feelings he was sending through you.
"Because dear you can't even think straight and I haven't bent you over my desk yet." He said standing back up leaving you aching for him.
"Please don't stop." You said looking into his eyes that seemed a lot darker in this moment. He began to kiss you as he undressed you and you unbuttoned his shirt. He grabbed you by your hair to turn you around and bent you over his desk. You felt his body against you before he leaned down to whisper in your ear he took a deep breath and then he let you go and walked away sitting on the sofa opposite the desk while saying "I can't do this."
You turned around in confusion to see him buttoning back up his shirt, you quickly fixed yourself before questioning him. "What do you mean you can't do this? You started it!" You attempt to protest.
"and I'm ending it."
"So what happened to wanting to bend me over your desk?"
"I can't, I care about you too much. I don't want to throw you around this room like an object of desire. Don't get me wrong I do desire you, and you do something to me when you out me on the spot in public like that but I can't treat you like this."
"What if I want you to treat me like that?" You asked afraid of moving anywhere closer to him in the room.
"Then you don't understand your own worth." He simply stated.
"So now you won't speak to me or even sleep with me anymore?"
"You know I think it was William Blake who said sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires."
"Well if you studied Blake like I did you would know Blake is telling you to act on your unacted desires, unless you're telling me you would rather kill a infant in its cradle than kiss me again."
"You've got it wrong dear. I may have been homeschooled by my parents but don't underestimate how many hours I spent reading. The enacted desires are the things you should murder. If you nurse them, they must be in a cradle. They are the baby in a cradle so strangle your unacted desire, don't act on them."
You felt almost embarrassed at you pointing out school, you didn't know he was homeschooled but it made sense with his condition and the fact they moved constantly, it added up and now not only were you angry at Remus for his recent actions but you felt guilty for your own words. You didn't reply, the silence was thick before Remus breathed heavily and continued to speak.
"Therefore it's time for me to strangle mine, if you remember the day we went to the British Museum I asked you to promise that if you developed any strong feelings for me to tell me so we could cut it off before either of us gets hurt." He said and you nodded slowly to show you're following along. "Well I may have not been too truthful and I feel neither have you, and it has resulted in us both becoming victims of our own misfortune."
"Are you saying you have strong feelings for me Remus Lupin?" You asked feeling both nervous and excited.
"Not exactly, what I'm saying is there was a line that I tried to set and I believe somewhere that line became blurry. So after you left on my birthday I decided to establish that hard line again. I decided we will stop sleeping in my bed, we will stop all the cuddling nonsense and all the softness. However I simply can't do that Y/N, I can't be as stern and strict as I want to be with you."
"That's okay, I want to cuddle with you."
"I'm aware however I told you that day, I would like to take you on dates, I would like to walk around and hold your hand, I would like to bring you to see my friends especially during my birthday but we can't do that, I told you it will hurt to not be able to live in public, I didn't want to risk the pain for you. You deserve so much more than this." He looked weak.
"Can you not tell you're what I want no matter how many times you deny me?" You were almost in tears.
"I simply don't believe you understand what you're signing up for with me, and it's emphasised by you asking me to take you on dates, to go see Sirius, to go to my cottage. I always told you those weren't options with me especially while you study here but you didn't listen." He was angry but also frustrated like he was mainly fighting with himself.
"What if I didn't study here?"
"What? Y/N don't try and ruin your education?"
"No, as in when I finish. What happens then?"
"Then we're free, but then you have the burden of being associated with me. I fear that the stigma attached to me will affect you before you even have a chance to become the amazing witch you can be."
"I don't care." You simply shrugged. "But would you take me on dates?" You asked and he thought for a second.
"Of course if you're not my student there no reason not to." He replied thoughtfully.
"Would I be able to visit Sirius with you?"
"It would be encouraged." He replied instantly.
"Okay, then we'll continue this whole conversation when I finish."
"So what happens now?"
"You tell me, you're the one who knows what's best for me." You said and he laughed for the first time since you entered this room. "Touché."
"I think we hold off for a little bit, you're right you know, I'm not being truthful about how attached I am to you. And I haven't been really seeing my friends this year because all I can think about is you." He gave you a sad but understanding nod. "So I think I should come here less, but I don't want to stop coming. Maybe we become a bit more casual, see each other every so often, I'd still like to be able to come for tea, listen to music and sometimes kiss you if that's okay."
"It's always okay." He said with a soft pained smile.
"Okay, so we do that, and when I finish school you can ask me out and show me what dating Remus Lupin is like, deal?"you put your hand out for him to shake.
"Deal." He said reaching out to shake your hand. "Would you like to stay exclusive still?"
"You don't?" You were caught off guard.
"No I do, but I'm not in my last year of school, I'm asking you?"
"I don't think I would be comfortable finding out you're kissing someone else, so could we please stay exclusive even if we don't see each other as often?" You asked nervously.
"Of course dear, now what would you like to do stay here with me today or go back to your friends I won't be offended if you leave right now."
"I'd like to stay." You said and he reached out his hand to pull you to sit beside him.
"I'm very proud of you for putting your foot down like this, don't get me wrong it hurts to know I'll see you less but I think you've acted more mature than me in all this."
"If we had it your way we would still be smoking and flirting on the bridge." You pointed out as Remus put and arm alright you and got comfortable making him laugh. You felt safe, and like you made the right decision. You hoped.
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⥠But It's Better If You Do âĄ
⥠Pairing: rockstar!mingi! x chubby!fem!!tattoo artist!reader
⥠Genre: fluff/angst/sorta suggestive
⥠Summary: Your ongoing love affair with your rocker client is all fine and dandy until you begin to catch feelings for him that send you into a spiral that isn't fine nor dandy.
⥠Word Count: 1.7k-ish
⥠Warnings: drinking, getting tattoos, kissing, briefly reminiscing on getting some top-notch dick, pet names (baby), reader gets turned on by Mingi (because, like, who wouldn't?), I like to say "fuck", & that's about it
⥠A/N: I've combined my neverending weakness for rock musicians, Song Min Gi, and happy endings into one fic and my lil alt girl heart is happy. I hope yours will be too. I may or may not have a thing for turning bad boy Mingi into a simp for reader but, like...ssssh.
It drives you insane when your friends tease you about Mingi, asking what city heâs in now and when youâll see him next. You donât know what city heâs in. Thatâs a lie, you always know. And you have no plans on seeing him ever again. Another lie. Youâd stop the world to see him for 5 minutes. From the moment he walked into your shop, seeking an impulsive late-night tattoo, you were doomed to fall for him.
The first time he stopped by your shop it was a little after midnight and you were ready to close up but you were starstruck, youâll die before you ever admit that, and he was gorgeous so you let him in. His choppy hair was a total mess and his dark eyeliner had all but melted off, the remnants smudged like ash beneath volcanic eyes that engulfed you each time they gleamed in your direction. You did the tattoo, an old-school traditional dagger down his left rib snuck in amongst the other 30 or so tattoos crowded onto his chest.
He paid you 3 times your normal rate and was supposed to be on his way. But you knew from his shows and his offstage antics that he wasnât one to do anything he was supposed to. Armed with a pretty face framed by the softest cheeks and a plump figure he just wanted to nibble at, he instantly developed a weakness for you. Mingi had to have you and he did. All night. Reclined in your tattoo chair, bent over your workstation, cuddled up on the couch in the lobby. In the darkness of your studio, sweat-slicked bodies reflecting the glow of the neon lights like puddles of rain, he took you every way he could.
And you gave. And you gave. And you gave. Being with him altered everything you thought you knew about desire. About pleasure. Mingi touched you in ways you never imagined someone could. He made you feel beautiful. Worshiped you with his tongue from head to toe until the sun rose. Once it did he was gone, off to some other city. To some other girl in some other tattoo shop no doubt. So you moved on, filing it away as a one-time thing. Only it wasnât. Mingi came to see you every chance he could.
Even if he was a few cities over he made sure to come by for another tattoo and another night with you. But these passionate encounters, concealed by the shadows of late nights and early mornings, planted feelings in your heart that bloomed long after he left. Your body was beginning to confuse lust for love, or so you believed, and that could only hurt you both. You especially. It had to stop. No more. Never again.Â
Your tattoo gun buzzes in your hand, a bundle of needles punching delicate black lines into Mingiâs neck. Never again? Yeah right. This time he wants a death moth on the side of his neck. Itâs beautiful, as all your work is, and nearly done. Something heâs thankful for because this hurts like fuck but pissed about because being straddled by you on the couch has always been the preferable position for him. Your thighs double in thickness when theyâre spread around him. He can just zone out rubbing and squeezing them.
âHey!â you squeak when he takes a particularly greedy handful of your ass, âCut it out or Iâm gonna fuck up your tattoo.â Mingi takes a deep breath, his toned chest flexing as his muscles contract. âYou wonât fuck it up. Youâre too good at what you do. Thatâs why I come to you.â âOh, really? Is that the only reason?â He grins and you can feel him staring at you the way he always does before your clothes end up on the floor. It makes your palms sweaty and your panties wetter than they already were. âYou know thatâs not the only reason, baby.â
Mingi sinks his fingers into your pillowy flesh, leaning forward to kiss you with not a care in the world about it ruining his tattoo. His lips brush yours, heightening the warmth between your thighs and making your heart change rhythm to match him. You want him on you. In you. You need him. Love him. Love him. Love him? âYou need to go,â you say, your voice shaking as you flick off the tattoo gun. Youâre off of him in a split second, packing your things away.
âWait, whatâs wrong? Did I do something?â He tails you in your mad dash around the shop, sick at the thought that he mightâve made you uncomfortable. âI canâtâyou just have to go, Mingi.â Snatching his t-shirt from the front counter, you toss it at him without looking. You canât bear to make eye contact. âDid I hurt you?â You unintentionally ignore him, too lost in the tsunami of repressed emotions wrecking your insides. Mingi takes you by the wrist, pulling you close to him before you can get away from him.
âDid I hurt you?â âYou didnât hurt me, okay? But if you stay you will.â Mingiâs hands cradle your face, his mind frantically scanning it for some sign of whatâs going on inside your head. âWhatever I did to scare youâŠIâll leave but Iâd never intentionally hurt youâ he swears, âI love you too much for that.â Youâre both equally shocked at the words that leave his lips. You werenât expecting to hear them and, though he means it beyond measure, he wasnât expecting to it to slip out.
âNo, no you donât. You donâtâ you mumble, backing away from him, âYouâre just saying that toââ âTo fuck you?â he scoffs, in slight disbelief of what youâre implying. âI donât knowâ you shrug, âItâs why you sneak off here at 1am to see me isnât it?â Mingi throws his shirt on, grabbing his leather jacket off of your workstation. âIâve asked you on dates. Iâve invited you to dinner with my friends. I send you backstage passes to my shows and you never come.â
âIâm trying to be more to you. I just wish youâd let me inâ he sighs, stopping to plant a tender kiss on your trembling mouth, âGoodnight.â You're frozen in place, your feet sinking into the checkered tile floors like quicksand, as you watch him walk out of the door. A little voice in the back of your head whispers that heâs right. You have been pushing him away, playfully brushing off his proposals because they must have been a joke. Heâs himâŠa star...and you? Youâre just you.
Ignoring the tears clouding your vision, you flop down in a chair and begin scrolling through the texts the two of you exchanged over the past week. You stop at a message sent 2 days ago, your heart stinging at the sight of a link for a backstage pass for both nights of his show. It reads: "Itâd be nice to see you. Would love it if you came.â You could take the chance, gamble with your heartâyou close out of the thread, swiping to delete itâbut itâs better if you donât.
The roar of the crowd. The cacophony of instruments, harsh vocals, and borderline destruction laid out by the opening band. The chaos going on backstage to resolve last-minute disasters while his barely sober friends bullshit in the green room. The pure insanity of it all usually has Mingi wired but tonight heâs numb to everything. He leans back in his chair, checking his phone notifications. Nothing. At least not from you. He takes another sip of the beer heâs been taking child-sized swigs from for the past hour. It takes like piss, he doesnât even like beer, but he has to calm his friendsâ suspicions that somethingâs wrong by at least pretending heâs joining in on things.
âParty's here!â Yunho screams, bursting into the green room full of energy. Mingi perks up when he enters, the arrival of his best friend calming his anxiety. Yunho has no problem taking the social spotlight when Mingi isnât all here and tonight heâs definitely somewhere far away. Yunho spots Mingi seated in the corner, staring into the mirror as he falls endlessly down some mental hole. âStill havenât heard from her?â he asks, throwing his arm over Mingiâs shoulder. âNo. I wanna call her, you know, butâŠI donât know.â
Yunho snatches Mingiâs beer, chugging the remainder of it before tossing the bottle in the corner. âListen to me, you forget her. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Actually, I brought a pretty fresh one for you tonight.â His face painted with a mischievous grin, Yunho slinks back over to the door to retrieve his surprise. Mingi rolls his eyes, his head thrown back in agony, âYunho, not tonight. Iâm not in the mood for this, man. I donât wanna meet any fucking groupies.â
âI resent being called a âfucking groupieââ you pout, sneaking up beside him with the stealth of a secret agent. Mingi turns his head, squinting at the inverted image of you, âYouâwhat are you doing here?â Your smile is awkward and endearing as you nervously fiddle with the lace trim of your black dress. âIâm letting you in...if itâs not too late.â By the way he hops up from his chair, his arms around your waist and his tongue down your throat in an instant, you already know the answer. But it still makes your head spin when he pulls away to say, âItâs not too late. It could never be.â
The head of a heavily pierced girl peeks through the door, her bubblegum pink hair swept into a high ponytail. â2 minutes til stage. Let's go!â she shouts like a drill sergeant and all of the men fall in line, rushing to get Mingi out on time. Yunho does what he can to put some distance between Mingi and everyone else, "He's coming! He's coming! Don't tear my man apart!" Mingi struggles to keep hold of you as what seems like a million hands pull him in the other direction.
âJust go. Iâll be watching so kick some ass, okay? For me!â "For you." You grab him by the shirt, sneaking in one last kiss, âLove you.â â1 minute til stage!â the girlâs voice booms once more. The tide sweeps him away until you canât see him anymore but you still manage to hear a very excited âLove you too!â in that deep, raspy voice of his. You follow the herd, finding a spot off to the side just as he takes the stage.
Watching him perform, smiling at each other so hard your cheeks ache every chance you can, gets you high enough that you might as well be watching him from a cloud. When rips his shirt off, tossing it into the crowd, he reveals a chest covered in tattoos made with ink laced with silent admissions of your love. Only now they aren't silent. They're louder than every instrument on that stage. Because you're confident now that when it comes to taking a chance on loveâŠon himâŠitâs so much better if you do.
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soft launching with jeongin!
PAIRING! - non!idol yang jeongin Ă fem!reader
SYNOPSIS! - jeongin and y/n portray their relationship through a series of soft launching <3
genre(s): comedy, tooth rooting fluff, soft launching, 01 liners !!
warnings: profanity, dark humor (kms, die, etc. jokes) beomgyu is a MENACE, mentions: the hospital, the movie hachi (we all know this made us cry bad), fighting, sugar daddy/mommy, hamster eating, and thatâs all but tell me if I missed something!!
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Summer camp AU, part 21!!
July 21st <3
Core - @jegulus-microfic - words: 881
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Arms swinging at their sides, pale skin reflecting pale skin and dark raven hair twinning as it fell from both of their heads in perfect curls. Yet one reached his shoulders and the other busy below his ears. The sounds of the wind whipping through the trees surrounded them, leaving them in an blissful silence as it felt like the wind was hissing and whispering at them.
It was early morning, Regulus had decided that he wanted to be productive and go for a walk, before he knew it his tired feet seemed to mindlessly carry him to where his brother was staying, his shaky hand knocking on the door then followed by a creak, the open door revealing Sirius, who's face bloomed with a grin as soon as he saw Regulus.
So here they are now, going for a walk and talking as brothers should, because they really need to do that more. The love between the two Blacks was almost invisible to the naked eye, but Regulus could see it, so could his brother. They both loved hard and soft, in their own ways yet still so caring.
The only other difference between them now was the younger boys scowl and the older boys wary smile as he was clearly waiting to say something that was sure to draw some sort of negative reaction from Regulus.
"Reggie?" His brother asked hesitantly as they nearly came to a stop outside Regulus' cabin, which was out of sight but still only a few doors down.
"Yes, Sirius?" A response came with a sigh. "Spit it out."
Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" He asked, his voice raising an octave.
"You clearly want to say something." He snapped, soon after realising he may have started being a bit too harsh, so his offered the best smile that he could muster - it wasn't a very wide or cheerful one, but it was there.
Sirius' face relaxed slightly, but it still held an unsettling tensity to it that urged Regulus to chew on his nails and nervously bite the skin of his glossy lips. See, he never knew what to expect from Sirius when they spoke, normally they avoided the harsh topics but that was a difficult thing to manage judging on their childhood. But there is one thing that Regulus can think happened, the one thing Sirius interrupted. He's been avoiding his brother ever since, praying he'd just forget or leave it alone, but clearly not. He still doesn't quite know what happened himself, how is he expected to explain it to Sirius?
They continued to walk, Sirius releasing what he had to say in one breath before pursing his lips and looking directly into Regulus' guilt filled eyes. "What happened at the movie night?"
"We watched movies." He replied bluntly
"You know what I mean."
"Do I?" Regulus avoided the question, as that was his only current solution, he didn't want to talk about it, not now, not ever. Especially not with Sirius out of all people.
The older flicked him on the arm, groaning and giving him an eyebrow raise to face Regulus' faux innocent face and his wide eyes as he yelped at the feeling of Sirius' nail hitting his arm with a sting. "Regulus!"
He only hummed in response, gaze sticking to the floor as they rounded the corner and made their way to Regulus' and James' shared cabin.
"I love you to the fucking core of my heart." Sirius started, Regulus scrunching his nose up at the affection but forcing himself to look up at his brother. "But you are so stubborn!"
"I'm not!"
"Fine." Sirius huffed. "Do you like him?"Â
They walked through the door into the cabin, Sirius still tailing onto him like a dog following it's beloved, fast paced owner, as he kicked his shoes off and instantly sat himself - actually no, launched himself - onto Regulus' once neatly made, uncreased, bed.Â
Music echoed from the bathroom, loud Arctic Monkeys songs blasted through the door as he could hear the low raspy humming of James as the water poured from the shower and hit the floor, Regulus taking in every single sound as the sound of his brothers horrific singing came into his ears.
"I'm not answering that." Regulus finally replied.Â
"Regulus, do you like him-"
Seconds later, neither boys seemed to have noticed the lack of the sound of water and booming music coming from the bathroom. The door opened to let heaps of hot, sticky, steam out and James walked out.
The towel was tied sinfully low around his pointed waist, his hip bones stuck out and formed a lovely looking v shape that Regulus wanted to trace with his hands and admire it in all of its beauty. His tan skin had gotten darker during the summer, but with the water dripping from his torso it reflected the bright light that hung over Regulus' head. The smattering of hair ran under his towel made Regulus feel dizzy, the smile on his face when he saw Regulus standing there, hands on his hips and jaw lightly slack as he tried to push some words out of his mouth, made Regulus want to crumble to the wet wooden floor at his feet.
"Never mind." A cough came from the side of him as Sirius narrowed his eyes. "That answers my question." He sighed.
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#was listening to the smiths when I wrote this#omg I love the smiths#please someone get that reference!!#uh anyway James is so hot#Regulus is so gay#and Sirius is so done#guys I know this is dragging on they kiss soon I promise#just let them cook for a minute#marauders#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#james x regulus#jegulus microfic#sunseeker#jegulus fic#regulus x james#starchaser#sirius black#writers on tumblr
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au where cm goes undercover in a brothel/tavern as a courtesan.
It initially started out as chung myung wanting to help setup an information network for mount hua. This way, they wouldn't have to rely on the beggar's sect alone, meaning they can never get double-crossed. Let's just see you try, Hongdaekwang đą
surprisingly, chung myung ends up enjoying his trips to the tavern because of the way the sisters there supply him with endless sweets and the nice oils and scents they use on him.
The scent of one of the hair oils reminds him of Tang Bo. It'sâŠnice.
Of course, this is all a plus to the crazy dirt and tea that the sisters and tavern-goers provide him.
Inside the tavern where the night turns hazy as warmth and alcohol loosens lips and tongues in more ways than one, chung myung finds that people there are more willing to divulge secrets and information that would normally cost a fortune (read: several threats) if he turned to the beggar's sect.
Chung Myung also finds out that people open their wallets more frequently with a simple swish of a robe and basic swordless dances.
He can already see Chung Mun's appalled and exasperated face heaven if he knew Chung Myung discovered another way to scam people.
A little plum blossom step here and he has clients throwing wads of cash and coins at him, begging for another show.
'Suckers.' Chung Myung hides his wildly gleeful smile. 'AHEM, I mean my generous clients.'
Not only was he getting blackmail material on several notable figures, but he was also learning about smaller movements from major families thanks to their visiting associates.
He was also earning a lot of money. Can't forget about that.
Unbeknownst to him, however, he becomes a very well-known courtesan for his dances (chung myung's just going through basic sword forms, but shhh nobody needs to know) and supposed beauty.
Rumors say that his moves are so graceful and elegant that flowers bloom with every step and that heaven, if it could, would stop to watch.
And as for the rumored beauty...
It's all because of the mystery and allure that his thick, gauzy mask brings. People say that the courtesan's beauty is simply too much for the mortal man. so much so that he had to hide his beauty lest people go crazy.
The rumors inflateâas they often doâas they're passed around to the point where a large majority would agree that this courtesan is the type of generational beauty that would start wars.
This ends up as a major concern for Mount Hua since the tavern falls under their sect's jurisdiction.
So the Sect Leader sends some of the Swords to check up on the tavern to ensure that their security is sound while Chung Myung was 'away'.
Maybe even offer additional protection, just in case, what with the increased number of visitors from different villages and even sects due to the ongoing festival and a rumored dance performance from the tavern with the blooming courtesan at the center.
And when the courtesan takes center stage that night, each swordless step brings a plum blossom petal fluttering into the evening air, bringing with it a sweet scent and coloring the dark blue sky with a warm pink.
It's a homage to Mount Hua. That much is clear.
The courtesan does one final pose, an empty swordhand outstretched towards the sky.
Baek Cheon knows he isn't the only one who falls a little in love.
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I'm currently trying to breakthrough my writer's block so other on-going fics/asks in my inbox have been going, but very slowly HAHAHA
Here's the link to the twitter post that spurned this word vomit <3
#i also have a vampire!tang bo short word vomit on twt if anyone wants me to transfer that here HAHAHA#the intial au i shared in niko and my dms was one where each of the mount hua disciples visited the tavern one their own#not knowing that the others were doing the same#but that would have made this blurb longer and i need to bang away the block first#chung myung#everyone loves chung myung#rotmhs#rotbb#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#tin writes
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