#i’m BEGGING people to chat me up about any of these guys i’d love to word vomit about any of them
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last-ticket-home · 5 months ago
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oc list (it’s a list of all my ocs) PLEASE ask me any questions you have about any of these guys or if there’s any you want to know more about, pinned for my own benefit more than anything else tbh
nanadin ocs
Kip
Kellan
Adine Lacrue
Jaylark Lacrue
Alistair Perceval Peerless
Daybreak Hess
Constantine O’Neil
Elsbeth Twist
Ashley Twist
Godlantern ocs
Theophania Sperry
Eliza Avinigan
Alex Alexis Dynat
Simon Alexis Dynat
Aster Mayhew
Tarja Brerrick
comic ocs
Red Giant
Morningstar
Aphelion
Neutrino
Devil
Vim & Vigour
Voltaic
Irradiance
House on fire (ghost story in a rural tennessee town)
Ashlynn
Tyler
Jacob
the flock (bird themed mafia)
Kookaburra
Magpie
Cardinal
Mister Lark
Mister Crow
Shrike
misc. ocs
Titania Goddess of storms and Lord of shipwrecks
Elizabeth Merren
Ruby
Cane
Apollo
Hyacinth
Daphne
Crow teeth
Franklin Garrett Parker
Delaney Parker
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ennabear · 3 months ago
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loser abby.. i beg and plead
ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ 100% projecting here again because i am VERY experienced in being a loser lesbian… heh… i think loser!abby is more awkward instead of shy (it’s actually canon) so i’m sorry if this gives you a little bit of secondhand embarrassment…. (i swear hope it’s not too bad)
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loser!abby who you first meet in the stadium library. you’ve had your eyes on her for a while, sure, but she never talked to anyone. you’ve heard through the grapevine that apparently she was single, but for someone who looks that good? you didn’t buy it.
you try striking up a conversation with her, just some small talk, but she completely dodges all of your questions about her personal life. instead, she talks your ear off for about an hour about the stadium’s dogs.
it’s almost painful, the way you nod and smile like you know what she’s talking about. like the epic time when alice ripped a chunk out of this big guys bicep, or when bear did a backflip for the first time during training. she doesn’t even notice that you’ve stopped paying attention, completely ignores every flirtatious remark with a “thanks! you’re too sweet.”
she stands up and leaves, saying “anyways, i’d better check on manny. catch ya later!” you sit and stare off into space for a few minutes. what the hell was that? she won’t answer questions about her workout routines or patrol routes, but she’ll sit and jabber about fucking dogs? and “catch ya later”? who the fuck says that anymore?
loser!abby who you see later that night sitting at a cafeteria table laughing and chatting with her friends. her hair is down for once, wet and slightly darkened from her shower. she looks like a fucking goddess like this. she could have any girl in this whole base on their knees in a second, if only she’d act like it.
you take a seat next to her, deliberately running your hands over her heavily muscled biceps. “hi!” she lights up. “i was just thinking about you.” this almost flusters you. almost. but you know she didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way.
abby’s friends are actually super sweet. they fill you in on any inside jokes you haven’t picked up on yet, gossip about stadium drama, laugh at cheesy puns, etc.
you’re having a great time until abby tells one of her own jokes. she’s laughing so hard she can barely get the words out, and what she manages to say is stupid and nonsensical. you look around at everyone in the group to see if maybe you’re the only one who doesn’t get it, but they have the same confused-but-pleasantly-humored look on their faces.
a few more months of this awful one-sided craving continues. well, technically it’s two-sided, but abby never shows it. how were you supposed to know?
she does countless more things to embarrass herself in front of you. some less embarrassing than others, like when she spilled an entire ammo box full to the brim with 1,000 bullets. and some more embarrassing, like when she got so drunk that she couldn’t walk straight, and it took 5 people to pick her up and haul her squirming body back to bed. in front of you.
but it’s all so adorable to you. the sweet pink blush that spreads over her cheeks when she realizes that she just ruined the mood for everyone. or the nervous way she twiddles her thumbs before each patrol, fearing she’ll slip up and never come home.
loser!abby who is completely taken aback when you cut the shit and admit that you like her. it goes something like this…
“o…kay? i like you too, that’s why we’re friends.”
“no, cmon, abby. you know what i meant.”
“you like me? like that? i don’t understand why.”
“because! haven’t you noticed me flirting with you for the past eight months? you think it’s normal for me to tell you that i’m in love with you? do your other friends do that?”
“well, no. but i thought you were just being friendly. and don’t you think i’m kind of an idiot? why would you wanna be with a loser like me when you could find someone cooler?”
“i don’t want someone cooler, abby, i want you.” and you smash your lips against hers before she can respond. she doesn’t really know what to do, she just leans in and let’s you take the lead.
when you pull away, she’s beet red. her eyes are huge and— is that a tear? your heart swells at this, grabbing her tightly and pulling her into a bear hug.
“i like you, too.” she says. “what does this make us?”
you smile and place a small peck on the tip of her nose. “will you be my girlfriend? or is that too friendly for you…”
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moopiter · 9 days ago
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Star Light, Star Bright
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Starlight X GN Reader | Under 1K | Barhopping in Manhattan, you meet a fair share of people. But you never expect to meet someone like Annie, an angel in human form. Ao3
Authors note: I just wanted to do a little drabble for Starlight :)
Gift for @pepsidoctor
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It’s a peaceful Thursday night. You’ve been sitting up at the bar for the better part of the evening, alone with a girl named Annie.
She's kind hearted. It's obvious she isn't from the city.
Her blond curls pulled back in a ponytail and her soft brown eyes captivate you like no other. It’s been two weeks since you met in this same spot, bonding over life and it's troubles. Her friendship is warm and soft, just like her personality. You’ve been infatuated with her from the get-go; you just hoped it wasn’t too obvious. The jukebox is playing music somewhere behind you, and drifters and drunks are chatting over your shoulder. But the sweet voice next to you keeps your mind occupied.
“It’s an awful situationship thing; I don’t even like him.”
She’s stuck with someone she hates—someone truly awful she’s too afraid to leave. They work together, the worst kind of situationship. He's narcissistic, snarky, and, by all accounts, a psychopath. You're someone who's been in a fling or two, but even this is beyond your expertise.
Whoever he is, he's bad news. You don't have to meet him to know.
“Listen, if you let me at him, I’d kick his ass for you.” You declare, setting your glass down on the glossy wood just a little too hard. It earns you a few sideways glances from other patrons.
Her laugh blesses your ears before you can even think about being embarrassed.
She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear beside you, beaming. “That’s okay! I’ve really got it handled; I just need to talk sometimes.”
Angels really must walk the earth, because you’re sitting beside one.
You pay the tab and pull your jacket over your shoulders.
There isn't a shadow of a doubt in your mind her home is just as sweet and comforting as her personality. But even as much as you beg her, she never wants to take you there.
She always walks you home though, and always sticks around for a little while after. It's something you'll always cherish.
Even if you two have shared the walk a dozen times now, it hasn’t lost any charm. She’s always able to get a laugh out of you on the way. Sometimes it’s a joke, or something funny someone did at her job; it makes you smile all the same.
It’s nice enjoying the walk home with someone, looking up in the yellow sky together. It’s even better having the company in your small apartment. Just sitting with her on the couch makes your day.
Sometimes, you find yourself questioning whether the small moments hold the same significance for her.
When she decides to head back home, the stars are shining high in the sky over the city. You smile, walking with her to the door. “Good luck with that guy; call me if he does anything funny. I’m serious.”
She laughs it off as she tells you goodnight, waving as she leaves.
Anyone else so sweet and dainty you’d worry about walking home in the middle of the night, but not Annie. She can catch a punch like a streetfighter and throw one back ten times as hard. You've watched her effortlessly knock out muggers and end bar fights before they even begin.
It's clear that she's in control of the situation, but you'd still give whoever that guy is a hard time.
You lock the door behind her and sigh, pulling out the stupid note you wrote.
The plan had been to confess tonight, to tell her how much you truly loved her.  That friendship would never be enough.
There just wasn’t a good opportunity.
Leaning out over the windowsill, you stare up through the clouds, watching the stars glimmer in the heavens above.
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might.
Have the wish I wish tonight.
It’s childish, but maybe, just maybe, the stars will grant your wish.
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jujumin-translates · 5 months ago
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[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 14 - DREAM CATCHER | Episode 1 - To The Next Season
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Ibuki: Hmm… Something’s off.
Ibuki: If I angle it like this… Hmm.
Ibuki: (I just can’t decide… I wonder if I can find any good inspo anywhere.)
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Ibuki: …
Ibuki: (TikTak’s also been all about theater company promo vids lately.)
Ibuki: Ah, “MANKAI Company Intro Video”?
Ibuki: (MANKAI Company, huh…)
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Iv has entered the chat.
momo: Aaaa… I might’ve done something… Iv: whatdja do? momo: I… uhhh… might’ve done something in the heat of the moment
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Kar: That’s cryptic
shiki: If something’s bothering you, you can always talk to us, okay?
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Sakuya In The Video: “Thank you so much!”
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Masumi In The Video: “Thank you so much.”
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Muku: Haah… I really loved the RomiJuli sequel.
Tenma: It really is moving to think back to the first show, huh?
Kumon: They’re the same roles, but it’s really crazy to see how much they’ve grown!
Yuki: I feel like the growth of the actor is linked to the growth of the role.
Kazunari: For realsies. There’s a real synergistic effect that it gives off, y’know~.
Misumi: I can’t wait for us to perform the “Water me!” sequel~.
Muku: Same here! I wonder what kind of story it’ll be.
Tenma: We’ve gotta show everyone that we’ve grown just as much as Spring Troupe.
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Muku: …Huh?
Izumi: What is it?
Muku: This guy in the audience in this video… That’s the one who’s Masumi’s fan, right?
Izumi: Ah, you’re right. That’s Towa-kun.
Tenma: That’s the same fan who came to talk to Tsuzuru-san directly the other day, isn’t it?
Izumi: Yep, that’s the one.
Muku: I see that he was able to get tickets for opening day. I’m glad.
Izumi: He said it was his first time actually seeing a performance in a theater, so he was really moved by it all.
Izumi: (He might’ve been a little TOO moved. I never thought he would’ve ended up saying something like that…)
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Towa: …Tsuzuru Minagi-sensei!! Please write a script for my theater troupe!! I’m begging you!!
Tsuzuru: Huh? …WHAT!?
Tsuzuru: A script? Me?
Towa: Yeah!
Sakuya: That’s amazing! Did you start a theater troupe?
Towa: Umm, I’m planning on creating one soon…
Izumi: Do you have any members?
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Towa: N-No… I’m planning on gathering some soon.
Masumi: So what you’re saying is it’s just you?
Towa: But… I wanna start a theater troupe that’s like MANKAI Company!
Towa: When I participated in Spring Troupe’s workshop, I was able to get a feel for how theater is done and what it feels like to be on stage…
Towa: I got to know a little bit more and it got me way more interested in theater.
Towa: And then I actually saw Spring Troupe’s performance at the theater, and I was so completely blown away and moved beyond belief.
Towa: The way the play was brought to life up there on stage thanks to so many different people, and the way all the actors were truly sparkling…
Towa: I realized I also want to be on stage. I want to shine like everyone did…
Towa: Maybe I’m being too simple and this is all just wishful thinking, but…
Towa: To come here and discover theater and figure out what I want to do, I feel like it was my destiny!
Tsuzuru: …Gotcha. Destiny, huh?
Towa: Sorry, I probably sound really stupid, huh…
Izumi: Not at all.
Tsuzuru: I know how you feel because I felt the same way.
Sakuya: I felt the same way when I first encountered theater.
Citron: We very much understand your feelings, Towa~!
Izumi: We all have moments like that. I think just the fact that you felt like you were destined for theater means that you’ve already got some kind of knack for it.
Tsuzuru: I get that you’re motivated, and I’d really love to help you, but when you’ve only got one troupe member…
Tsuzuru: It’s quite the challenge to perform a one-man show with no experience, so ideally, you’d probably want at least four total troupe members.
Towa: So I need three more…
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Towa: …Got it! I’ll gather them up!
Tsuzuru: Great. I’ll be waiting.
Izumi: Good luck.
Sakuya: You’ve got our support!
Towa: Thank you so much!
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Izumi: (I am curious about how things are going with Towa-kun’s troupe, but we need to focus more on Summer Troupe’s next performance.)
Izumi: (And although our rank has improved, it’s still a far cry from the Fleur Award…)
Izumi: (The new troupes are all gaining momentum, so we need to stay on our toes while we start working on the second quarter…)
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rhysdarbinizedarby · 1 year ago
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“I Love Taking Risks”
Returning for the second season of his hit comedy series Our Flag Means Death this month, Rhys Darby chats to us about becoming ‘The Gentleman Pirate’.
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It was the surprise hit of 2022 no-one had on their bingo card. Loosely based on the real-life exploits of Stede ‘The Gentleman Pirate’ Bonnet (Rhys Darby), Our Flag Means Death tells the hilarious and heartfelt story of the wealthy Barbadian landowner who gave it all up for life as a pirate in the 1700s.
After encountering the actually not-so-terrifying Blackbeard (Taika Waititi) of legend, who teaches him how to be a fearsome pirate – to little effect – in exchange for wisdom about the finer things in life, the two formed an unexpected romantic connection.
Of course, with the first season ending with the pair sadly going their separate ways, creator and writer David Jenkins previews things will be challenging for our star-crossed lovers in season two: “I think [we’ll be] watching… both reorient themselves. This is their first love… You’re rocked when that happens. You go into a crisis.” With the second season premiering this month, picking up a short time after the first, Darby sat down with FOXTEL magazine to give us the lowdown.
What’s your take on ‘The Gentleman Pirate’?
It’s an interesting role because this is a guy who has a midlife crisis, leaves his wife and kids, just runs out in the middle of the night and creates a pirate crew, heads off into the sunset. And in order to sort of get to grips with who would do that, you need to have someone play the role that you’ve got to root for but, at the same time, you go, ‘Is he crazy? Why has he done this? Does he not love his wife and kids?’ So, you know, I did a bit of reading about him and tried to get into that mindset as to why he would do such a thing. And I think what I got to was just midlife crisis and boredom, and he had the wealth to change his life.
Are you a risk-taker yourself?
I love taking risks; I could drop everything and suddenly fly to Mars, but I’d be sitting in the spaceship before launch and thinking about my kids and I would have opened the door and run back to them.
So there was something there, some deep-seated darkness in his soul that led him to that point. He’s a complicated guy. I’m glad I had to rise to the challenge and try to pull that off.
Will Stede ever be respected by his crew, do you think?
Yes. I think he will be. People did respect him eventually because he did become a decent pirate. If you look in the annals of the pirates and all the booty they took, there’s lists of who did the best and all that kind of stuff, and Stede’s up there.
Do you think he had any regrets about choosing that life in the end?
That’s a good question. If I was to guess I would say no, because he wanted the adventure. He regretted, in the end, not taking the pardon when he could have – the King put out a pardon and he said, ‘If any of you pirates come in and drop your swords now, you’ll be spared.’ A lot of them did sign that they would do it and then just went back to pirating.
Even in the end, Stede tried to get out of it – he really begged and pleaded and wrote letters to the King saying, ‘Please, I’ll do anything.’ But they wanted to make an example of him: it doesn’t matter how wealthy you are, you do what you did, you’re gonna hang. So they got him in the end. But they won’t get me!
You seem to have a knack for picking great roles. What does your process entail?
Yeah, it depends what you’re doing. You know, I’m not at a point where offers are rolling in left, right and centre. So you still do things because you need the money. But I’ve been lucky that my uniqueness has only really gifted me roles that suit me, for the most part. Usually they’re smaller roles and I do a lot of guest starring on comedy shows. Also, I have been lucky enough to do a lot of voicework through various animation channels and video games and things.
A few years ago, people started to realise that, and it’s through working with Taika and a few others in the comedy industry, that if you’re going to hire me, he’s going to give you a bit more than what’s on the paper. And he’s going to do it in his manner and his way, and that’s what you’re sort of paying for.
And so that meant that I wouldn’t get a lot of roles, but the ones that I did do, I would always shine in. So thank you, universe, for giving me anything.
Source: Foxtel Magazine Australia (October issue)
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world0fmadness · 1 month ago
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This is probably a silly question, but if you could meet any of the bm musicians in real life who would it be and why?
Also you seem so cool! Love your blog 🫶🏻
୨୧ there is no such thing as a silly question, honey! especially not here on my blog, you guys could ask me quite literally anything in the world and it would never be silly to me ^w^
and this is actually a great question! i love getting little questions like this… even if i feel that i’m kind of bad at explaining sometimes hehe! such a tough question too though, hopefully you don’t mind if i answer with a couple people…
i think one that i would’ve loved to meet would of course be pelle from morbid / mayhem! someone on here once told me they thought him and i seemed to have similar souls and it fucked me up, in the best way, for days! i don’t think i would be able to talk much to him if i did meet him though, i’m already a very shy person around everyone let alone people who i have so much admiration and respect for! i think i would just be kind of starstruck but thankfully i do not stare at people so i probably would not make him uncomfortable by eyeballing him lolol… i tend to keep my eyes down to the ground and only sometimes look up when spoken to! i keep to myself a lot of the time unless someone sparks conversation with me first and if they mention something i really enjoy, like a band or movie, then i tend to slowly come out of my shell and will ease into a passionate ramble about said thing to this unsuspecting person lolol! i usually only wear shirts that are related to bands or movies so maybe that would peak his interest a little, if it was a band or movie he also liked…
i suppose i can’t really go into major reasoning as to why i would like to meet him out of so many others in the black metal scene but i think it boils down to feeling as though we have kind of similar personalities and similar struggles… i think he was such a strong talent, such a unique soul lost too soon but i am glad he was able to leave this word on his own terms, i’m hoping that doesn’t sound fucked up or anything! i would’ve liked to ask him about his thoughts on many things, his hobbies and all of that stuff…
a second musician would be fenriz from darkthrone / isengard! not even specifically younger fenriz, i would love to meet him as he is now! he just seems so fun yet laidback at the same time, so humorous and passionate… i would love love love to ramble back and forth about obscure music hehe! not to mention cats! i can see us showing pictures of our cats to each other like proud parents! not to mention i just think i would be very easily made comfortable in his presence, he just seems so genuinely nice to be around and not judgemental in the slightest! i mean, i think i would still be awestruck at meeting someone so talented but i just think he would make you feel like you’ve been friends for years within just a couple minutes of meeting and chatting…
a third musician would simply have to be cronos from venom! like many people, venom was one of the first few extreme metal bands i began listening to when i was wayyy younger and it was the first band that i got really heavily into… i mean seriously, i begged my grandmother to buy me every single one of their CDs lolol! i think my grandfather only really supported me in my begging because he is from newcastle himself… my grandmother did not buy me all of their CDs but she did buy me welcome to hell, then my older cousin burned some more custom venom CDs for me! it’s also one of the few extreme metal bands my mother really likes too, so that’s always a major plus! i think cronos just seems like a very genuine guy, he seems fun to hang out with and again, i would probably to too starstruck to talk all that much! i don’t think i would be a true british metalhead if i didn’t really want to meet cronos! so yeah, i think i’d just like to ask him about how it feels to be so… respected? i guess? how it feels to have been so many peoples first real introduction to more extreme metal, how it felt to have been the band…
not exactly a musician but i would dieee if i ever met metalion! gosh, he just probably has so so so many stories to tell about people in the extreme metal scene, so many good memories and pictures hidden away! every time i read an interview with him, i find myself agreeing with nearly everything he says so i just think i would find him to be very good company! definitely one of those guys you plan on talking to for a quick five minutes that suddenly turns into five hours because of how easy he is to talk to and how many stories he has to tell…
and a bonus musician is akira yamaoka even though he is certainly not black metal! gosh, i would really sell some of my organs to meet him… his music is always just incredible to me, always so full of passion and genuine care for the project! even his solo project, enn mo takenawa, was beyond beautiful and unique… he is such a talented soul, such an obviously passionate soul and i would love to just sit and have a conversation with him about music, about his music and music he enjoys / finds inspiration in! so much of his music has gotten me through some real tough nights and some real lonely walks, his music is true beauty in the eeriest form…
i will not give major reasonings for these but some others i would love to meet and have a simple little chat with would be S.D. from trembling void, faust from emperor / scum, B.S.O.D. from grausamkeit, euronymous from mayhem, kobal from darvulia / fornication, ihsahn from emperor and quorthon from bathory! of course, i could go on so much more about why all of these people are so interesting to me, why i would love to meet them and chat with them but i do not wish to keep you here all damn day lolol!
thank you so much for this ask, anon! i love answering any and all questions you guys have! and thank you again, i’m glad i seem so cool to you guys lolol! younger me would never believe it hehe… you guys are all just as cool as me! glad to hear you love my blog too, i love you guys just as much <3
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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years ago
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Conversations with a Stranger
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Character: Kaveh (Genshin Impact)
Warnings: alcohol consumption (as far as i know the reader doesn't consume any), all very light-hearted stuff though. fluff& fun
Notes: i did an event w @favonius-library !! they did a gift exchange things and i got to write kaveh as a treat. i hope you like this @heiayen !
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Who knew how long you’d been talking to him?
It certainly hadn’t been over an hour…but then again, it could be. It was barely dark out when you arrived, but judging based on the sunlight didn’t help when you were out at the bar when it was dark out. 
You started losing track of time not long after you arrived. After your friend canceled at the last minute, you were about to leave when a guy sat down next to you and asked your name. So you told him. 
“Kaveh, lovely to meet you,” he said, a cheerful smile on his face. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but you looked a little lonely.”
“I was going to meet a friend, but something came up.”
“Oh. Well, you're welcome to stay and chat with me, if you’ve got nothing else going on.”
You thought for a moment—there was no real reason for you to stay, but he seemed so cheerful and had an energy that you wanted to hang around with for a few more minutes. Not to mention the fact that he had ordered drinks that were more sugar than alcohol, which was a bit worrisome in its own right. 
That short conversation led to much more in depth ones–he complained about his roommate and you about the menial things at your job; the longer you spoke, the more you enjoyed his energy and conversation.
The live music the tavern had for the evening picked up and he groaned, laying his head down on the countertop. 
“What’s the matter with you?” you asked, nudging his shoulder. 
Kaveh rolled his eyes at your teasing. “This is one of my favorites, but I suppose you wouldn’t want to dance with me.” He looked longingly in the direction of the music, then back at you similarly. “Would you?”
You thought for a moment. You had no idea what his dancing skills were like, nor did you know if you’d look like two fools together, but you couldn't resist the puppy-level begging eyes he managed to give you. With a sigh, you said, “fine, but just one, alright?”
Like the energy had just been restored back into him, he jumped up from his chair and grinned like a madman. “You’re a wonderful companion, do you know that?” he asked before taking your hand and leading you to a more open area that some people would dance in from time to time. 
He took your hands and led you moving, spinning, and all around having a grand time as you swayed and spun to the music next to you. At the end of that song, he begged for another, and again at the end of that. Unable to deny him (and admitting that you were having quite a bit of fun, too), you agreed and spent the rest of the time the band was there enjoying yourselves like that—only stopping to get some water or another drink once in a while. 
After dancing into early hours of the morning, he offered to walk you home and you accepted. On the way back, you continued talking and laughing as you had been at the tavern. 
“Then, Mehrak starts beeping so aggressively at him that he tells me to find a power button for him, and he tried to open up and close his fingers in the case!” Kaveh erupts into giggles and smiles at you warmly. “I don’t know where he got that sass, but he’s got a great personality.”
“Sounds like he got it from you.”
He smirked. “Maybe.”
The two of you arrive at your front door and stop. You turn to face him and smile slightly. “Well, this is me.”
He looked a little sad, but smiled nonetheless. “Ah. Yeah, it’s probably time for me to head home, too…” He began to rock back and forth on his heels for the prolonged awkward silence. After a while, he spoke up again. “I…I’d love to see you again. If you’d like that.”
“I think I would, actually. You’re quite the interesting guy, Kaveh.”
He took your hand and kissed the back of your hand, smiling at you as he did so. “I shall see you soon then.”
You smiled at him and turned back to the door, and watched him wave as he walked away. It was a surprise, meeting someone new that was so interesting to talk to, but you had a feeling this was going to be the start of a great friendship, or something more. 
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xflippinfrogx · 2 years ago
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Don’t Be Such A Buzzkill
A/N~ Heyy lovely people, just wanna let you all know that this is my VERY FIRST FIC!! Which I’m very excited to finally be writing.. If anyone has any suggestions or advice feel free to let me know. I’d love to hear any ideas you guys might have. Anywayy back to the point, I hope you like the fic and who knows maybe I’ll post more soon??🤔
FANDOM: Supernatural
WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC IF YOU DONT LIKE THEN PLEASE DONT READ
(slight season two spoilers but not really)
“Hey Sammy?” Dean said with a smirk. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, okay?”
Sam rolled his eyes as he left the bar, not thinking much of his brothers comment.
~•~TIME SKIP~•~
After the whole ordeal with Gordon the two brothers found themselves another crappy motel that would be their home for the next few days. They enter the room and before Sam can even turn to face his brother, Dean has him pinned to the bed.
“What the hell man!?” He tries to escape but his struggle has no effect. Dean laughs at his little brothers attempts to flee but still doesn’t let up. “I think you know what I’m doing Sammy, or maybe you’ve forgotten our little chat from earlier huh?” The realisation finally hits Sam and his eyes widen. He begins to tug on his arms trying to shake off his attacker.
“Dean nonono plehease dohont, I’m sorreheheyy!!” He pleads but it’s no use.
“Hmm let me think about that.. NOPE!!” He digs right in between his ribs. Sam bucks his hips as streams of giggles pour from his mouth.
“DehEan wehe can tAhalk about thihAHAHAHA NO STOHOHOP IHIHIT.” His whole body spasmed as Dean began pinching just above his knees.
“My god Sammy I can’t believe I forgot how ticklish you were! You look like a fish out of water dude.” Dean chuckled letting go of his poor brother.
“I hate you so much.” Sam panted curling in on himself. He slowly regained strength and shoved Dean with his foot.
“Hey man this was your fault, being all grumpy back there, you were practically begging me to wreck you.”
Sam could feel his face reddening as his brother teased him.
“Aww are you embarrassed Sammy? How cute, I’m sure that pretty waitress you like back at the bar would loveee to see you like this.”
“Shut up Dean I don’t like her like that!” He replied becoming even more embarrassed than before.
“Mhm sure you don-” He’s cut off by a pillow being thrown at the back of his head.
“Ok now you’re asking for it.”
“NOOO IM SORREHEHEYY”
Sam’s giggles filled the room once more, but little did Dean know his brother would soon remember that he was just as sensitive if not more. Revenge would soon occur in the Winchester room.
A/N~ Sorry for another note bUT OH MY GOODNESS I DID IT I ACTUALLY FINISHED WRITING MY FIRST FIC!!! I really hope it was ok and please feel free to send in suggestions for more fics in the future <33
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toon-rp-finder · 8 months ago
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🌟Hello hello! My name is Spots (20 and she/her) and I’m currently looking for a One Piece (specifically the anime/manga) writing partner.
Specifically, I was hoping to do an OC x Canon roleplay with doubling because I’m a silly indulgent dumpster gremlin. That said, there are certain rules and facts to keep in mind:
• I currently am on Ennies Lobby (I’m an anime watcher but tempted to pick up the manga. I’m just terrible at reading) and while I am aware of spoilers, I would prefer to only play characters that appear before or during the arc. Yes I am aware that is at the beginning and it does lead to some characters like Law and Doflamingo being excluded so if this is a turn off for you I completely understand. If, not epic! That said, I am doing my best to get through the show quickly and know too many spoilers (… I spoiled a good chunk of WCI for myself cause I am a sucker for Sanji content) so you don’t have to worry about completely tiptoeing around spoilers with me.
•If you can’t tell by my icon and the talk about spoilers, I would love to play against Sanji. I’m just a sucker for this silly little guy man. That said, if you’re willing to play him for me, I would be down to play just about anyone for you in return as long as like I said, I’ve been able to see them on the screen.
•That said, this is not a requirement but I would love to have our OCs involved in the same plot rather then being in two separate stories because I am a sucker for OC interactions and the stories feeling connected. So I would be especially be down to play another Strawhat for you (especially Zoro since I feel like that could allow for some very funny interactions but I’m down for anything).
•While my pairing is MxF, I am lgbtq+ friendly so feel free to hit me with any pairing on your side
• I prefer to rp on Discord but am down to try other formats just inform me.
•I am a literate-novella roleplayer and often tend to write 2-3 paragraphs at the very least and have written some pretty long winded posts. That said, I never expect the same length. Just quality replies I can work with.
•I love OOC and headcanons. Please please hit me with all your ideas, memes, rambles. I beg. I will eat all that stuff up. All I ask is that we both show equal interest in each other’s stuff and it doesn’t feel like one’s OC is more important than the other. If you ever feel like that is the case with me, tell me and I, in return, will tell you.
•That said, you don’t need an OC prepared to respond. I don’t have a bio myself. If anything, feel free to message me if you don’t have an OC at all because I would adore to bounce ideas off of each other and see what we can make together. If you do have one ready though, feel free to hit me with them and I shall gush over them
•I try to be fast with replies but with school, reply times can be a bit shaky. That said, I usually am a fast replier with ooc and if anything, ooc helps motivate my responses so please feel free to chat with me even before I respond.
•That said, I usually send check ins if you’re gone for 2-3 days. If this is irritating, let me know. That said, if you have to disappear for awhile please inform me.
•I usually prefer canon over AUs at least when I first rp with people but I am willing to do AUs if convinced. But with a world like One Piece, I do sort of wanna explore canonverse
•Like the way I am craving a canon divergent rp where we rp through plot events and such but with our OCs and change whatever we wish to fit them or have things go how we prefer. PLSSSSS! I’d love that. But I’m down for other plots too!!
•I am fine with NSFW just don’t want the plot to focus solely on that. No explicit DD stuff please. It really makes me uncomfortable
That said, if you’re interested, feel free to either reach out to me in DMs or interact with this post via likes or replies or reblogs and I shall reach out as soon as I can ^^
Hope to sail with ya!
You forgot to add an age range to your request if there's going to be NSFW in the RP, but otherwise it's all good 😉👍
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ketso · 2 years ago
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Episode 35
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“Honestly, I’m tired of these weddings. Maybe my body is no longer allowing me to party and celebrate overtime. I’m about to be a gogo”, I say.
Khotso looks at me. He laughs. I laugh.
“In Mpumalanga? But I must say, I’m happy for Ntuthuko and his crèche of children. He needs to relax”, I say.
“Yeah. Pope is happy too. At least now all he has to worry about it Akwande”, Khotso says to me.
“And Luhle”, I say.
“Ey… Luhle neh…” him.
“But she’s in Mtubatuba now neh, being straightened out by the grannies?”
“Yeah.”
“Apparently, they are quite hectic. Wandi was telling him ukuthi bamukotizisa”, I say.
“These kids don’t get enough training. Old people are good for them. And Luhle… ai...”
We are just chilling by our fireplace, chatting away. It’s 11pm. The kiddies are fast asleep. I’m enjoying a glass of wine and he’s enjoying a bottle of beer. He’s even rubbing my feet. It’s raining and it’s cold. Winter is kicking in.
“Baby”, he calls out to me.
“Hmmm?” Me.
“If I wanted to officially make you my wife, how would I go about it? Who in your family would I contact?” He asks me.
“No one. I don’t have any family. My family is Wandi, Rena, Moloko and you. Anyone else is dead to me.”
“Phuthi -
“I’m not having this conversation with you, Khotso!” I snap at him.
He looks at me.
“Sorry. I just… I don’t have family.”
“Phuthi, I have to pay lobola somewhere”
“My mom is dead. I don’t know where her sisters are. Her brother –
I pause.
He looks at me.
“He started raping me since I was twelve.”
He is unbelievably shocked.
“His wife said I was lying because I wanted her man. My aunts said I was lying, and I should never talk about it with anyone. My mom would just make me wash the smell off. She said I shouldn’t stop scrubbing myself until I wash the experience off. When I was sixteen, he dragged me to someone else’s house, then three of his friends and him raped me… taking turns with my little body until I couldn’t walk. Then they took me to a hospital and told the nurses that I had been picked off the streets. That’s how I ran away and ended up being a criminal. My whole family sat there and supported him when I opened a case against him. They all said that I lied and that my uncle would never do something like that. My family was poor, but they managed to find money to pay people off to make the case go away. Those people are dead to me.”
He’s still staring at me.
“When I was locked up, Wandi got raped. She told me it was her friend’s father that did it. Repeatedly. That’s the guy I ordered a hit on. Nathi didn’t care. His wife was apparently too hurt to raise my child and keep her away from a trauma like that. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive those two. My baby girl… and she was under my mother’s and family’s care. They couldn’t even protect her from rape. So babe, I have dreams about killing my family… not giving them money or begging them to help me become a wife.”
I gulp my wine to hold back my tears.
I pour myself another glass.
He kisses my feet. He pulls me into a hug. I cry on his chest.
“They touched my child, Khotso. Those people let that happen. Please don’t ask me to go back to those people. Please. I’d rather be your girlfriend forever. You know that I love you. As long as you know that, I’m good. We are married in my heart.” I say.
He kisses the top of my head and holds me tighter.
I’m waking up at 2am. We are both passed out on the couch. He’s even snoring. I get up from his chest. He wakes up.
“Hey”, him.
“Hey. We need to get to bed. Doesn’t your back hurt?” I ask him.
He giggles and says, “My back is fine. My chest is struggling from the big head that was on it.”
I give him a soft punch. He laughs. I chuckle too.
“I’m happy to see that smile again. You are too beautiful to not be happy all the time”, he says.
I smile at him.
“I’ll try to find those motherfuckers. Then when I find them, you honour your ancestors, and we kill those shitbirds”, I say.
He first giggles and says, “At least let them buy some bread with whatever they ask us for… then I’ll help you make them rest in peace.”
“I really wish I didn’t have to see them again. You know… I hate the Buthelezis neh, but I’m so glad that they are Wandi’s family, and they dealt with her lobola stuff. I wish I at least had one decent side of the family. I don’t even know my dad’s side of the family. I know where he lived before I went to prison. But I don’t know if he’s still alive or if he even deserves to be part of this… he left us when I was five… for a younger bitch.”
“He sounds like the lesser evil that you are prepared to deal with. Plus, he’s the one I should ask for your hand in marriage. We deal with him for a day, and we are done. You and I can get married with absolutely nothing to worry about as far as bad luck is concerned.”
I take a deep breath.
He holds my hand… then he says, “you and me… our family… we are worth it.”
an eh…
6:45am
I’ve been calling the kids down to have breakfast. Only Moloko comes down dressed up. Rena is still in her pyjamas. Hai bo! Khotso and I look at each other. Rena doesn’t look okay.
“And then? Are you okay, baby?” I ask her.
“She’s been vomiting all morning.” Moloko tells me.
“What’s wrong? Do you have a bug or something?” I ask Rena.
“My red friend is visiting. She’s really bad this month. I don’t usually get this sick or have these much pains. I don’t know what’s wrong with me this time.” She tells me.
Both Khotso and Moloko are confused.
“Red friend?” Moloko.
I just hug Rena and tell her that she will be okay. That’s completely normal. Sometimes, it is that bad. But to be sure, we will go to the doctor and make sure you are good. Then you and I will spend the day in front of the TV and under some blankets, eating junk and watching movies.” I say.
She smiles at me.
“How about you take a quick shower then we can get going. Dad will take Moloko to school today”, me.
“Perfect”, she says then heads upstairs.
“And you honey-bun, get your school bag please so you can get out of here”. I tell Moloko.
“Okay”, he says then heads upstairs.
Now it’s just Khotso and me.
“Red friend?” He asks me.
“Period.” Me.
“Oh shit. Yeah, I’m out of here with my little boy.” He says.
“She doesn’t have a disease, baby.” I say.
“I know… it’s just… what will you do about work?” He asks me.
“I’ll work late from home. The babies come first.” I say.
He gets up and walks to where I am.
He feels me up then he kisses me.
“You are the best.” He says, kissing me again.
“What’s your day looking like today?” I ask him.
“I’ll be in the office now in the morning, then Maboko, Zithulele and I are headed to South Africa for some meetings with Thabi about the reformation of that church. Then Wandi and I are having a late lunch together. I should be back for dinner.”
I smile at him.
“She did tell me about the lunch. Look at you, mkhulu.” I say.
He laughs and says, “I’m a hot one, aren’t I?”
“Ten out of ten.” I say.
We kiss then we laugh.
In no time, he’s leaving with Moloko and I’m leaving with Rena. She really looks unwell hey. I really hope that’s it’s just normal period stuff nje.
“Mah”, she begins as we drive.
Yeah, she calls me mom now. Both her and Moloko.
“Yes baby?” Me.
“I started taking contraceptives”, she says.
“Hawu Rena… why?”
She takes a deep breath.
“Baby girl, you can talk to me. What’s going on?”
“I am seeing someone. And I kinda had sex with him.” She says.
Yoh!
I don’t know how to handle this one. I really don’t. Also, that boy probably has a death wish. Does he know Khotso Mohale?
“When did you start having sex, baby girl?”
“You are not angry?”
“I’m disappointed, but I’m glad that you came to me. We do need to have this conversation because I need to be reassured that you are safe… not getting sick and not getting pregnant. What are we going to tell your dad if anything happens to you?”
She takes a deep breath.
“So? When did this start?” I ask again.
“We met like two years ago. But he travels a lot, so we couldn’t really start anything.”
This does not sound like a boy his age. But let me let her finish her story before I start asking questions.
“But he calls every day. Even then… he called every day. He gets me. I’m not princess Rena when I’m with him. I can just be a person and he loves me just as I am.”
Love?!
Isn’t Rena seventeen?!
I’m so confused.
“He finally moved to the kingdom permanently last year and we decided to make things official. I really love him.”
“Rena, this boy doesn’t sound like he’s a student.” I say.
“He isn’t.”
“Okay, so who is he?”
“His name is Tumelo… Tumelo Mothipa.”
Mothipa? Where do I know this name from?
“He is from Dithabeng. His father is a chief in Dithabeng. He currently has two wives.” She says.
Yoh, this child!
What the hell am I supposed to say to Khotso?!
“He’s waiting for me to matriculate, then I’m going to be his third wife.” She says.
Yeses!
I’m actually just silent and I just drive. After all of that, what am I supposed to say? Also, where’s the line that I’m not supposed to cross? I’m her mother, yes, but I didn’t birth her. And Rena will probably tell me that the minute I cross a line.
We are driving back home from the doctor. She’s fine. I also had her tested for STDs because this guy has more than one wife he’s sleeping with - then there’s Rena the royal mistress. Yaz, I’m still at a loss for words. I don’t know what to do with this information or with her. I feel like God is making me pay for all the years that I missed out on a hectic teenage daughter. She’s also quiet. I can tell that she wants this conversation to continue, but my brain is still processing all of this.
But I’m curious…
“So where do you guys meet up and spend time together? He has two wives, so I’m assuming he has two houses that he’s already paying for. You’ve never slept out, so I’m ruling out the booking of hotels and weekend getaways. Where do you spend time together?” I ask her.
“He has an apartment. It’s an apartment that he’s wives don’t know about and thus don’t go to. It’s our love nest.” She says.
Heh! Weh ntombi! Siyazibona kuleli likaMthaniya!
“Rena, do you know what you are doing, nana? Why are you doing this? Why are you being this irresponsible? There are wives in his life that will be affected by this.” I say.
“Well, isn’t it normal? Papa-Ona does it all the time. He leaves his wives at home and gallivants with women who are young enough to be my friends, sleeping with them and maybe marrying them if he loves them or if they get pregnant. Even my dad lived his best life with women out there while he left Remo-his-wife at home. I thought this is normal and acceptable. I’m not doing anything wrong, mama.”
“But look at what that did to the women. Remo left. And from what I understand, she was crazy by the time that she left. Look at Thabi… there’s nothing normal about how she moves or operates. Rena, come on. And how will you feel when you are his wife and he starts seeing other people or marrying more people?”
Maybe yaz, I’m just the one who doesn’t support isithembu. Maybe if she had this conversation with someone who gets it, it would be different.
“I’m going to be his last wife.” She says.
Okay… delusional too.
“You can’t control that, Rena.” I say.
“I can. I’m a princess. I’m above all his wives, him and his father. That means, regardless of me being his third and young wife, I’m going to be his principal wife. If I don’t approve of him marrying again, he won’t. I know the laws. I’ve studied them.”
“That won’t stop him from having more girlfriends.” I say.
“I grew up in the church. I know how to get rid of people.”
Yaz, I really think that we underestimate how our lifestyle impacts our kids… especially this one. She’s so…
“Rena, you can’t play god in people’s lives. That’s not what the church is about. Yes, we break laws and there are some necessary evils that we have to perform to get shit done, but it has never been for selfish reasons. Your grandfather, Mohato Mohale, started this church as a way to serve his country. He wanted human rights to mean something to the citizens of Tholoana Kingdom. He wanted citizenship to not only belong to the rich, but to be accessible to everyone regardless of their financial standing. People around him went to school and advised him about social grants, better living conditions, an excellent education system and world class care for the ill, the elderly and those in danger. People had brilliant ideologies about a country that had top security and a people that could compete on world stages. But no one spoke about how all of that would be funded. He put himself, his family and people close to him on the line… sacrificing their rights to access citizenship, so that the greater country could have it. He started the church to fund the ideology of what Tholoana Kingdom could be, and you know what… Tholoana Kingdom is the only African country that is the closest to what any constitution requires a country to be. Hell, we are doing better than some European countries. His kids didn’t see the door of a university… they helped him to let others see it instead. He paid for the consequences of what he started as a leader that no one will ever see again. And the ongoing consequences of that is having grandchildren such as yourself thinking that has made you god in people’s lives… not for a greater purpose, but for you to serve your own wants. Do you ever think about what your dad will do if he finds out about this? We both know that wives will be without a husband and children will grow up without a father. You know that you have the power to disrupt life for those people, and you don’t care. You are willingly participating in that, fuelling that possibility knowing you have nothing to lose. Rena, this cannot be you, my baby. It cannot.”
She’s quiet.
I hear her sobbing.
Then she says, “but mama, I love him. If I let him go, how do I know that I’ll ever meet someone who loves me and gets me like he does?”
“I can’t promise you that, Rena. I cannot. And I don’t want you to give up on love because love is a beautiful thing. I just want you to be responsible and conscious of your actions and what could become of them. I love you. I’ll always side with you and I’ll always do my best to protect you until my eyes close for the last time on this earth. But baby, that’s not going to stop me from telling you when you are wrong. I’m sure you love him. And I’m sure he loves you too. But this is bigger than both of you. Loving him is loving his kids… and do you want them to be robbed of a dad? Especially when you grew up with one and have seen what a father can do in your life? Things that a mother cannot do. Rena, some people will never know the love of a father because not every man is willingly putting out their love for their kids. These kids have a dad that is present and that loves them. How will you feel if you take that away from them?”
She’s sobbing.
Then she says, “if I promise to end things with him… or not come between him and his family –
“Rena, you’ve already come between him and his family. The only way to make it right is to end it with him.”
She takes a deep breath…
Then she says, “I know you have to tell dad. But, if I promise to end things with him, please stop him from killing him. Please.”
I just look at her.
I’m worried. This I must say.
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We are flying back to the kingdom right now. Pope, Fifi and Akwande are flying with us. They were in South Africa to resolve some stuff for Ntuthuko. So now they are headed back home. They heard that we are around using the private plane, so they joined us on our way back home.
Pope has just asked Ona, Maboko, Zithulele and I to be his negotiators for Ntuthuko’s lobola to Tamia. Didn’t these people just meet?!
“How much is he willing to pay for her, Mashimane?” Zithulele asks.
“Ey, Qwabe… the thing is… Ntuthuko has four kids and Tamia has none. She will be inheriting four kids to raise before she’s even birthed her own. Bazosibulala lapho kakhulu.” Pope says.
Yeah, he’s in shit.
“Kodwa Ntuthuko didn’t kidnap her”, Zithulele.
“And she loves him. She will advocate for him on our behalf before we even get there.” Fifi says. She’s so naive shame.
“That’s not how it works, love. Besides, that will only make things worse. She mustn’t have any conversations with her parents about this. They’ll interpret it as us disrespecting them.” Pope.
“Mara le bona! They must be reasonable”. Fifi.
“Being reasonable is subjective though. If Ruri told me she was marrying someone with four kids, my first reaction would be hell no. Then me being reasonable would be a business plus cows plus cash.” Maboko says.
“Haaaaa!” Fifi says.
“Heh! I can tell that you’ve only had boys. Wait till Luhle gets married. Pope over here… he will not be nice.” Maboko.
Pope suddenly gets tense. Just the thought makes him tense. We all laugh at him. He lets a smile escape.
“On top of inheriting four kids, Tamia is a businesswoman and a lawyer. Re tlo bona masepa, mo.” Ona.
“Ja, Ntuthuko decided to be brave. You know, I always thought he’d take someone from the village. All his baby-mamas are village girls. Why couldn’t he marry one of them? He had to go for Mave’s daughter.” Pope.
“Mave Khumalo?” Me.
Pope nods his head.
“Yerrrr!” Me.
“Re tlo bona sebunu!” Ona.
“Mashimane, what are we prepared to part with?” Zithulele.
“Ntuthuko will buy ten walking cows and have R150 000 cash prepared.” Mashimane.
“Yoh! Umakoti obiza kangaka?!” Zithulele is so stingy when it comes to paying lobola. It’s actually funny. I wish he had girls so another family could do that to him.
“It is a bit much, Shaka. Ntuthuko is not kidnapping Tamia or forcing her into this.” Fifi.
Zithulele and Fifi are so stingy. Why?! It’s not like the Maphumulos don’t have this kind of money.
“Knowing Mave, he will want in on a business or two.” Maboko highlights.
That man… we could actually give him a business as the full lobola, and he will let us have his daughter.
“True. Plus, Tamia is his only daughter.” I say.
“On top of ten walking cows and R150 000, he will want a business? Udayis’ ingane yini?! Uyabhosha phela manje.” Zithulele.
I actually cannot stop laughing at this guy’s frustration.
“Give him a tender.” I suggest.
“Tender?” Pope.
“Yeah. He co-owns a sustainable energy business with his daughter. With the school that Thabi is building in South Africa from that church, plus the community that we are about to install electricity in - the malls included - we could give him that business. It will be a win for him… but it will also be a win for us because Tamia will probably have to come and oversee the project in Tholoana Kingdom, and thus strategically end up living here as opposed to Ntuthuko living in South Africa. We will require Tamia to move and they’ll probably move the R150 000 to R200 000 for that. But if we make them to make that decision for the benefit of their business, we don’t pay for it.” I say.
“That’s a brilliant idea.” Pope.
“Eh baba, siyokhokha laphaya… and not a small price. If we tell Tamia to live in clothes zasemakhaya and cook only using amalahle, that’s exactly what she will do. The last thing that she will be doing is dictating to us where Ntuthuko will be staying.” Zithulele.
“I just thought that I’d point out that she has all four baby-mamas on their knees. I doubt that in her eyes, you are a mountain. If you are one, you can most certainly be moved”, Akwande says to Zithulele.
We all look at him, then at Zithulele… then we all crack up.
“So pope, are you planning to pay damages for the kids now that Ntuthuko and Tamia are taking over with raising them?” I ask.
He laughs and says, “Ntuthuko and Tamia are doing that and… they are getting full custody of the kids. Tamia will also be legally adopting them so the mothers cannot - under any circumstances - take them away from Tamia.”
“Yoh!” We all react.
“How brave is Ntuthuko?! Ufunani with a lawyer?” Zithulele.
“What do you think about that?” Maboko asks pope.
“All I know is that I only met my grandchildren for the first time now that Tamia is in their lives. Their mothers have spent more than mountains of my money and Ntuthuko’s money, but they’ve never brought those kids around for ice-cream at my house. I also know that Ntuthuko never had a relationship with these kids. He barely knew them and they barely knew him. But their mothers had a committed relationship with his money… to a point where the minute the money was taken away, they dumped the kids on Tamia. And to show that even they know that they are wrong, they didn’t go to maintenance court. Tamia is making sure that relationships are built… that Ntuthuko is involved and understands the role of a father. Those kids are so safe with her… stable even. I usually don’t support a child being separated from its mother… but I’m beginning to wonder if a mother is only the woman that gave birth to a child.”
Deep!
“Mashimane, R150 000 plus ten cows plus tenders is a lot… even for a woman that walks on water. With a tender, siyaphula kulez’inkomo nalemali. Five walking cows and nothing more than R100 000.” Zithulele.
“If you can negotiate along those lines, I’m not going to complain.” Pope.
“In Zithulele we trust!” Fifi.
We all actually laugh.
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I get home just after 8pm.
Phuthi and Rena are washing the dishes together. It’s actually beautiful to see Rena like this - disciplined and just being a child. Moloko is reading to them. It’s his reading homework.
“Dumelang”, I greet them.
“Hey dad”, Moloko says, coming to give me a hug and a fist-pump.
“Hello papa”, Rena says, hugging me.
“Hello baby”, Phuthi says, giving me a kiss.
She stops doing the dishes then she prepares my plate for me to eat.
“Rena, this is your parcel from Wandi. And Moloko, this is your parcel from Senzi,” I say giving them gifts that Wandi and Senzi gave me. I had strict instructions to not open these, so I didn’t.
Rena and Moloko are super excited.
They open their gifts. Rena got an Apple monitor. She screams, chanting that Wandi is the best and she’s headed upstairs to set up then FaceTime her.
Moloko got an Apple MacBook Pro. I didn’t even know that these kids needed these gadgets. They normally just ask or use their own bank cards to swipe for stuff they need. Or maybe I’ve missed out on something.
“Senzi said that they’d come for my play at school.” Moloko tells me.
“Yeah, they did say that they’d be driving back with us after Ntuthuko’s and Tamia’s wedding.” I say.
“Yes!” Moloko says.
I’m busy helping Moloko set up his MacBook while I eat my supper. Phuthi is cleaning up in the kitchen. When we are done setting up and I’m done eating, Phuthi tells Moloko to call Rena then he only has thirty minutes of MacBook screen time… she will come and check.
Moloko excitedly agrees then heads upstairs.
As Rena climbs down the stairs, stealing looks at Phuthi and Phuthi stealing looks at her, I can just tell that they are about to lay a bomb on me. As long as she’s not pregnant, I can take just about anything.
The three of us are now seated at the dining table. I’m at the head of the table. Phuthi sits on my immediate left. Rena sits on my right, with two chairs between us. I look at Phuthi. I look at Rena.
“Papa, there’s something that I need to tell you.” Rena starts.
Lord, please don’t let her be pregnant. Please.
“Okay…” me.
She looks at Phuthi. Phuthi is staring right back at her. It can’t be that bad. I mean… they were washing dishes together when I walked in here.
“I’m seeing someone.” Rena.
Why am I being roped into girl talk? I don’t need to know this.
“And it’s serious.” Rena.
“How serious?” Phuthi.
She’s not getting married, is she?
“He wants us to get married after I turn eighteen.” Rena.
“Get married with what? Isn’t he eighteen himself?” Me.
Rena clears her throat then says, “He’s actually got two wives and three kids. I’d be his third wife.”
This is a joke.
Right?!
I actually stare at her. I feel my hands shaking already. Rena looks at Phuthi. Phuthi looks at Rena. These looks are having me feel a type of way.
“But, I’ll end things with him. Mom made me realise that it’s for the best. It’s just that… I love him. And he loves me… and –
“Voetsek wena! Voetsek!” I find myself saying to her. I’ve never swore at my children before, but this rubbish that I’m listening to right now… kak, I tell you!
“Who is this motherfucker?!” I ask.
Now she’s scared.
“KE MANG?!” I snap.
“Papa, please don’t do anything to him.” She begs me with tears in her eyes.
I stand up and charge towards her. I’m actually going to give this child the beating that Thabi has been saying that I should give her all these years. Phuthi has jumped over the table and jumped into my arms to prevent me from hitting Rena.
“Rena, go upstairs.” Phuthi says.
“She’s not going anywhere! She’s a woman, akere! She has sex with married people now and she can say shit like she’s going to be people’s third wives. She must answer for her shit!” I’m trying to put Phuthi down so my hands can work on Rena, but she’s not letting go.
“YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HIT MY CHILD, KHOTSO! RENA, GO UPSTAIRS!” For a moment there, I heard Lulu’s voice and her face flashed before my eyes. It’s like Phuthi has transformed into her right this minute. I’m not sure what’s happening to me.
Rena and I stare at each other as she slowly heads upstairs with tears in her eyes. We both know that our relationship has changed… forever.
“Hlala phansi, Khotso. Siding’ ukukhuluma”, Phuthi says to me.
I watch Rena disappear from the stairs, then I sit down.
She sits down.
She takes a deep breath.
I look at her.
“This thing is deeper than Rena just dating”, she says. I’m not sure what she means.
“Rena was talking about how her behaviour is normal because you and Ona have never had issues with leaving wives at home and having girlfriends all over the place. Clearly, she’s been observing this behaviour from the adults around her.”
“So, she’s being this way because Ona and I were –
I can’t even finish my sentence.
“That’s one part of it. The second part is that she believes that when this guy marries her, she will be above the guy and his wives, meaning that she will not allow him to take on more wives, and as far as girlfriends are concerned, she will make them disappear… she knows how to do that because she grew up in the church.”
The fuck?!
Phuthi sees the shock and confusion on my face.
“Khotso, I think we are missing out on the impact that the church has on these kids. I mean… the last time we had to go into hiding, she told Wandi that our lives are only good for a bit… for the most times, we are dodging bullets and burying people that we love. She said we just need to make sure that we are not the ones being buried or arrested.” She says.
Rena?!
I just thought that she was an angry child all her life. But she’s just internalising being a criminal.
“Baby, maybe we need to start having a conversation about what we want for these kids. Will we see the end of the church?! Or are we raising the next generation of church leaders that will be more ruthless than the generations before them? Without even understanding why the church started? I had to tell her why your father started this organisation. And she was slapped by a reality that she had no idea about. We run with them. We expose them to the world’s greatest danger, and we don’t care to explain why… we let them internalise it and hope that they become untainted people. For all we know, Rena went to that guy of hers running away from all of this.”
I actually start crying.
She gets up and she sits on top of me.
She pulls my head to her chest. She holds me and I just cry.
But I do want to know who this motherfucker is.
“Who is he?” I ask her.
“I’ll tell you. But promise me that you won’t touch him. Rena promised me that she’d end things with him.”
“Phuthi, ke mang?”
“Baby, promise me.”
Why is she making me make such promises? I don’t want to make such promises because I’ll promise her now, then I see that motherfucker… start imaging him having sex with my daughter… then I’ll murder him.
“Fine. I promise.” I say.
“Tumelo Mothipa.”
“What the fuck?!”
She holds me.
“What are we going to do?” I ask her.
“I think it’s time we had a serious conversation with these kids about the church and what we are expecting from them. But I guess we need to figure out what we are expecting from them so we can communicate it clearly. I’ll invite Wandi over as well. She’s bound to find out what’s going on and I’d rather she hears it from us. Rena has already told her a mouthful and she’s asking questions. I don’t want issues with pope and maybe he hasn’t decided if he’s going to tell Senzi. But if Wandi knows… Senzi knows. So, we get the Maphumulos, we get Ona and his family, we get our family, and we tell all our kids everything. We answer their questions. We prepare to be hated for a few weeks or months, but we deal with it. Rather that than watching them spiral out of control thanks to our behaviour and us not realising the impact of our behaviour.”
I just kiss her through my tears. I didn’t realise how much I’ve needed her my whole life.
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buckyownsmylife · 3 years ago
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I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut
The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers
Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness
Word count: 2.3k
A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty​ for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817​‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr​ gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!
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Bucky’s P.O.V.
Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.
If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.
I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.
I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.
She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.
It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.
“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”
Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.
Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.
“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.
“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.
Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.
“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.
“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.
“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.
“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”
The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?
“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.
I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”
Y/N’s P.O.V.
“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.
“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.
“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.
But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.
In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.
He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.
And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.
“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.
“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.
“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.
“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.
My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”
I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.
Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.
“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”
God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.
“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”
His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.
“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.
“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.
“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”
A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.
“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.
“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.
To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.
“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”
I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.
“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.
“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”
I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”
Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”
The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.
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annoyingstupidmiracle · 3 years ago
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Frat Boy- l.r.h.
CONTAINS SMUT...OBVIOUSLYY
Word Count: 2813
I hope y’all enjoy ;) Lmk what you think, and I DO accept requests!!!
I sighed while thumbing through the stack of papers on the desk that were waiting to be completed. I was currently working on physics- my worst subject. As soon as I began to work, a crowd of voices entered the room. Turning around, I encountered my sorority sisters who were all laughing. Yeah, I’m a sorority girl. We’re all apart of Alpha Phi, the hot girls who did well in their classes, but didn’t choose the big majors, and we partied... a lot. Which is exactly why I’m having trouble with my subjects, because I had gone to class hungover from the Frat party we went to last week. 
“I heard there’s a Frat party tonight.” One of the girls, Leah, said to the group. I instantly stopped writing and listened in on the conversation.
“Yeah, isn’t it at Alpha Delta?” Another girl asked. My heart instantly dropped. There had been one of the frat boys that shared nearly every class with me, which was another reason I hadn’t been able to get all of my work done. He was the most attractive person I had ever seen, and I couldn’t concentrate around him. 
Checking the time, I silently cursed to myself. My last class of the day started in nearly 15 minutes, which also happens to be one of the classes I share with the Adonis. I shoved my earbuds in my ears and gathered my textbooks before exiting the house. I hurried across campus to the correct building, just when the door swung open, knocking me back and causing the books to drop from my arms to the ground. Stumbling, I tore the earbuds from my ears and went to yell at the person who was in such a hurry to leave the building but came up speechless as my eyes met the blue ones of the special frat boy, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. 
“(y/n)?” He spoke causing my mouth to run dry. My heartbeat harshly in my chest as I stared at him. 
“H-How do you know my name?” I asked finally after moments of silence.
“We have pretty much every class together, you know?” I nodded, still allowing my eyes to bore into his. “And I see you at all the parties.”
“Yeah, my sorority sisters make me go.”
“Ah, not a partier then?”
I shrug. “Depends on my mood, I guess.” He smiles at my response before crouching down to gather my textbooks. 
“Well, then I hope I can put you in the mood to come to my frat’s party tonight?”
“We’ll see,” I say with a smirk, finally gaining my confidence back.
“We will.” He replies, smiling back at me. He stood back up and extended his arms that held my books in them. I pulled them into my chest and watched as he opened the door for me to enter. I decided to sit myself in the middle row so I didn’t drag too much attention to myself, but just enough so that the professor will think I’m listening enough to not call on me. 
The door of the classroom opened again, and a loud laugh followed. There, entering the building was Calum Hood. Another frat boy, who was also part of the same frat as the pretty blonde boy across the room. They walked up to one another, joking around and shoving one another in the isle of seats. I was pushed out of my daze by a hand squeezing my upper arm. 
“See something you like- or should I say someone?” I turned around and met the mischievous eyes of Ashton Irwin, my sorority sister Leah’s, boyfriend. 
“Shut the hell up.” I grumbled. 
“I hear his frat is having a party tonight.”
I nod, gulping at the thought. “Yeah, they are. What’s it to you?”
“Leah told me. She also told me that you have the hots for-” Before he could say anything further, I cupped a hand over his mouth.
“I swear, if you ruin this-” I was cut off by him licking the palm of my hand causing me to move it away from him. “You’re disgusting.”
“Not as disgusting as the sex you’re-”
“What about sex?” A perky voice questioned while plopping in the seat beside me. I groaned, turning to who I already knew was Michael. 
“You guys are going to ruin this for me.”
“Ruin what exactly?” Mikey asked. Ashton nodded his head over at the blonde who was talking to Calum. 
“Miss (y/n) has a crush on our boy Luke.” I let my head fall into my hands and sighed. 
“I don’t have a crush on him. I just- think he’d look good like... I don’t know. In my bed?”
Mikey laughed. “And your car, and in the shower-” 
“Okay, okay. Can you guys please stop giving me shit?” I begged.
“Alright, students!” A loud voice boomed through the room. We all stopped our conversations and faced the professor. “Today, we’re learning about the reproductive system!” Ah, right, anatomy. Of course, it had to be today that we learned how the penis ejaculates.
*
I ran my fingers through my now curled (h/c) hair as I stared at my makeup that Leah had done for me. She sat back with her arms crossed and a smirk spread across her face. “Well, don’t you look hotter than before.”
I laughed, “thanks. I’m fucking nervous.”
“Babe, Luke won’t be able to control himself. You know how he is.” I sighed. Yeah, Luke was the type to get around on campus. That’s why I hated myself for having growing feelings for the guy. I usually avoided going to the same parties as him, but I couldn’t avoid the sexual tension for long. I used to tutor him, our sophomore year, it took everything in me not to drop on my knees. He had me weak every time I saw him. Everyone could see it, hell, I think he could too. 
“You really think so?”
“Have you not heard the things he’s said about you?” I shook my head. “Well, maybe if you didn’t have your earbuds in your ears all the damn time, you’d know.”
I blushed at her words and stood up, finally ready. I had fishnet tights over my legs along with a tight black dress that stopped barely midthigh. Platform heels decorated my feet and strapped up my ankles. Along with it all, I decided against any sort of undergarments in hopes that I’d get lucky with a specific hot blonde. 
“Alright, I’m ready.” Leah grinned and dragged me out the door. We walked for a few minutes along the sidewalk in the cool October air until we finally met with the huge fraternity. They had a huge sheet with spray painted Greek lettering on it in order to stick out to everyone attending the party. The sun had already set and people were walking up the path to the double doors of the house. Ashton was waiting, leaning against one of the pillars of the house while chatting with Michael and Calum. I gulped, squeezing the arm of Leah who gave me a reassuring look.
“You’ll be fine, just go in and take a few shots.” I nodded and followed her up to the boys.
“Ah, you actually came!” Calum cheered while staring at me.
“Me?” I asked.
“Yeah, Luke said he invited you.” He said with a grin. “You look good, by the way.” And with that, he walked inside. Leah looked over at me and smirked.
“I told you they think you’re hot.” She says while elbowing my side. I giggled and rolled my eyes. 
“Alright, Mikey. Come in and take some shots with me.”
“You convinced me. Let’s go.”
We walked inside and were instantly met with the dank smell of weed and booze. I took a deep breath in order to get used to the smell and looked around. I seemed to be one of very few girls who decided to dress like this for a party, but I didn’t mind. Eyes trailed behind me as I walked, and I loved it. One of the many perks of being apart of Alpha Phi.
“Damn, (y/n), you’re like a fucking celebrity.” Mikey joked while nudging me. I finally reached the alcohol and poured us each a shot of some Pink Whitney. We clinked our glasses together and threw our heads back, letting the harsh liquid flow down our throats. I clenched my eyes together, shaking my head. 
“Alright, another one.” Mikey grabbed the bottle, laughing at my words as he poured the alcohol into the small glass. With another tilt of my head, my second shot was down then a third and a fourth only minutes later.
“(y/n)?” I turned around towards the voice and met with Luke who stood there with an unopened beer in his hand. 
“And that’s my queue to leave.” Mikey said while walking away.
“I came.” I told him while gesturing to myself.
“Yeah, you look hot.” He compliments, eyeing my form a few times to take in my appearance.
I swallowed my pride and smiled at him, “so do you.”
Luke seemed to think for a second before speaking. “Do you want to grab a beer and go out on the balcony with me?” He asked, shocking me.
“I, uh, yeah. Sure.” Bending down into the cooler, I felt his eyes on me the entire time. I smirked, wrapping my hands around a cold can and stood back up. He reached out to grab my hand and lead me through the large crowd of people up the stairs. There were a few straggling drunks in the hallway of the second story, but no one that was watching as he took me out the double doors of the balcony. I cracked open the can and sipped on the beer nervously, waiting to see what his plan was.
“So, is this the part where you kill me?” I joke while watching as he popped his can open as well.
“Actually, it’s the part where I tell you what I want to do to you.”
“Wait, what?”
“I said, I just wanted to talk.” What the fuck am I thinking? Nodding, I allowed him to go on. “I wanted to hang out with you alone, but a party is fine too.”
“Mhm,” I mumble against the cold can of beer against my lips. Luke seemed to let his eyes trail down my legs covered in the lacey material before throwing his head back.
“Fuck the small talk.”
“What do you-“ Before I could finish my sentence, he had taken three intimidating steps towards me and cupped my cheek in his hand, pressing his lips against mine. My heartbeat sped up, and my stomach flipped as well. I didn’t hesitate to let my free hand tangle in the back of his hair, pulling at the ends. He groaned against my lips before eventually pulling away. Looking down into my eyes, he searched them for some sort of reaction. I blinked innocently up at the frat boy and smiled.
“I can’t get your gorgeous face out of my head, (y/n).”
“Thank god.” He cocked his head in confusion, so I elaborated. I took a few chugs of my beer before finishing it and tossing the can to the ground. “I really, really want you.”
“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He nearly growls under his breath before grabbing my wrist and taking me back inside to what I’m assuming is his bedroom. Without another word, he closed and locked the door behind me before pressing me against it. I gasped with surprise but felt nothing but pleasure as he lifted me up by my thighs and carried me over to the bed. I plopped down onto the mattress and watched as he tore his shirt from his body and discarded it to the side.
Luke curled his fingers around the edge of my dress and pulled it up over my waist. I stared at him to get his reaction when he notices- “You’re not wearing any… Did you expect this to happen?” He questioned with a laugh.
I nodded, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth. “I hoped it would.”
“With me?” I nodded again. His eyes flickered down to my womanhood before starting to pull down my tights. One they were down my legs, he looked back up at me and put two fingers between his lips, letting his spit drench them before inserting them inside of me. I jerked upwards, leaning up on my elbows as my mouth fell open in an ‘o.’ “You like that?”
“Mhm, yeah.” I moaned causing him to thrust them in and out of me. I allowed myself to relax as I grew wetter by the second. After a few seconds, he added his mouth which only made me moan louder. His tongue flattened against my clit, circling around it in a pattern that drew me close to the edge. He was amazing with his mouth. “L-Luke, please.” I begged, but he didn’t stop. Although I wanted to cum around him, I couldn’t help it. He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked while curling his fingers inside of me. My chest heaved up and down as my thighs attempted to clench together while my climax approached. He used his free hand to keep my legs from closing and felt as they shook at his touch. “Fuck!” I screamed out. He chuckled against me before sitting up and pushing me farther on the bed. With quick hands, he pulled my dress over my head and stared at my chest.
“No bra either?” I smiled cheekily up at him before his hands came down and groped my breasts. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them down his legs revealing his name brand boxers. I nearly drooled at the size of the bulge before palming him through the thin material. Carefully, I pulled his member out and pumped him a few times. “God, your hands feel so good.”
“I bet my mouth would feel better.” I say confidently. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised as I switched my position so that I was sitting up. I parted my lips enough to allow him to slide in my mouth. I dragged my lips down to his shaft, my nose brushing against the happy trail against his navel. Groaning, Luke tangled his hand in my hair, pushing my head down slightly. The tip brushed the back of my throat, allowing for more spit to lubricate his member. I pulled off him and looked up.
“I know what would feel even better.” Luke says before pushing my shoulders back against the bed, pinning me underneath him. Spreading my legs, I waited for him to slide past my entrance and let an erotic moan erupt from my throat as he did. “Yeah, much better.”
“Please,” I whined.
“Please what?” Luke smirked. He knew what he was doing.
“Please fuck me, Luke. I need you so bad.” And with that, he slammed himself in me all the way. Our moans filled the room as well as the sound of skin slapping together. I lifted one of my legs up and rested it on his shoulder as he pounded in and out of me. My back arched against the mattress as my nails scratched the skin on his back, clearly leaving marks. Without warning, he pulled out of me.
“If I go any longer, I’ll bust so hang on.” I laughed at his words and waited for him to grab a condom. Once he did, he slid it over him and lined himself back up with my entrance. Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he held onto them as he began to slam himself in and out of me constantly, and roughly. I reached a hang down between my legs and rubbed at my clit to get myself closer to the edge, knowing he was close as well.
“Fuck, you’re so big.” I whimper. Luke chuckles and spreads my legs even wider, hiking them over his shoulders before leaning down against me. His lips latched onto mine, getting me closer to my orgasm. My body begins to shake as I reach my second climax of the night, feeling him twitch inside me as he reaches his as well.
“Good fucking girl.” Luke growled, watching me writhe beneath him. I breathed out, finally able to catch my breath and looked at the blonde through tired eyes.
“I thought you were good in bed, but not that good.” I admitted causing him to chuckle.
“Glad to meet your expectations.” After throwing away the condom, he pulled his pants back over his legs and tossed me a clean shirt that was neatly folded on the nightstand. I looked at him with confusion.
“What’s this for?”
“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere tonight- or for a while.”
Laughing, I slid the shirt over my head so that it draped over my bare torso. “So, that means what exactly?”
“I’m gonna make you mine, whether you like it or not.”
“Not complaining.”
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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago
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hi lovely! i hope you’re doing well<3 i was wondering if i could request (hcs or drabbles? you can choose) for keigo and bakugou going to a hero gala with their s/o? this can be gn for everyone hehe but i’d like to see how they’d react seeing their s/o in formal wear and how’d they go about acting at the gala. (if you throw in a lil nsfw in there i’ll love you forever hehe) thank you!
 — seeing their s/o in formal wear for the first time !
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⇝ pairing(s): keigo takami, katsuki. bakugou x gn!reader
⇝ rating: mature, 18+.
⇝ genre: smut, fluff.
⇝ warning(s): please read !  unprotected sex ( please wear protection ), public sex, oral sex ( reader receiving ), handjobs, marking.
⇝ author’s note(s): ello ello, i’m back with some requests once again, i decided to switch this one up a little bit and include a slight scenario for each character, please let me know if you liked it, nsfw below the cut <3
⇝ masterlist | requests
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you probs haven’t been dating very long when keigo asks you on a date to the upcoming hero gala
you’re also a civilian so he’s worried it might not be your scene !!
he’s over the moon when you say yes and is pressing a bunch of kissies to your face.
gives you his bad boy black credit card and tells you to buy whatever you fancy; it just has to be formal wear !!
i see you not being very comfy with idea of using his card to buy yourself something expensive since you’re only just dating
but he waves his hand and says “only the best for my baby bird.”
probably sends his assistant to make sure you’re not worried about the price tag.
on the night when he sees you his draw DROPS
because damn, you look so good in that cute little outfit you got.
it compliments you so well and you look absolutely ravishing.
cant stop looking at you the whole night.
will probably be handsy the whole time, slipping under fabric of your expensive new clothes.
keigo steals you away from a chat with endeavour to slow dance with you during the gala.
“damn baby bird, if i’d have known you were gonna look this good in formal wear, we’d never have left the apartment.”
you whimper into his ear and keigo knows he’s done for.
don’t even make it home, he just pulls you into the closest bathroom and forces you over the sinks.
“k-keigo, anyone could walk in and see—“
“see? oh baby, i bet you want them to see how much of a mess i’m going to make you.”
barley holds back as he gives you his cock, it’s so loud that literally e v e r y o n e can hear you from outside.
when you stumble out both of you a visibly messy from your activities.
you take your leave and barley make it to the car before keigo’s hands are on you again.
⇝ scenario:
if anyone were to walk into the bathroom right now, you’d surely be fucked. million dollar outfit a mess on the floor, hair strewn about and number two pro hero between your legs.
keigo groans as your free hand curls in the sea of his messy blonde hair, forcefully tugging his head up to yours before you press a sloppy kiss to his glistening lips. you whimper at the taste of yourself on his tongue. “k-keigo,” you whimper, legs begging to shudder as his free hand roams your nether regions, stimulating you until you’re seeing new colours behind closes eyelids and your body is trembling against the bathroom counter. “p-please—“
“please what angel? don’t hear you using your words.”
you curl in on yourself, feeling the knot in your tummy tighten as if it’s about to unravel— your eyes snap open to meet a pair of dilated golden ones, making you moan so loud that you clamp down on your bottom lip to keep the sounds in. “gonna cum, don’t wanna be to—to loud, people could hear...”
your boyfriend chuckles darkly from above you, mouth falling open to mock your moans while the slick sounds of your sex flicker between you. “ohoho baby bird, don’t worry about that and let them know how good i’m making you feel.”
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you’ve been dating for a year or two at this point but bakugous really private so he’s never taken you to the gala.
when the next one rolls around you decide to ask him why he’s never asked you to go
katsuki just shrugs and says he “didn’t think you’d like all the lights and shitty cameras.”
nonetheless he invites you this time and you happily agree but pout upon realising you don’t have anything appropriate to wear.
you’re both pretty new to the pro hero thing but i think katsuki would be higher ranked and thus earn more bc he’s on track to be number one.
so you’re sitting there like >:(
and bakugou flicks your forehead and rolls his eyes.
“don’t pout dumbass, just use my card and get yourself something nice.”
you don’t hesitate, bouncing to the nearest mall the next day to get yourself something off the charts.
you end up running a little late to the gala so arrive separately from bakugou but when he sees you ...
gosh !!,£/&/
a tiny explosion sets off in his palm from how gorgeous you are
his hands are probably sweaty for the rest of the night.
he keeps checking you out from across the room, staring at you while he sips on champagne...
you only catch him because he keeps letting off tiny explosions by accident !!
you’re probably the one to initiate any teasing that night, slipping your hand down his breaches at the dinner table.
he doesn’t flinch but sends you a warning glare.
probably let’s out a strangled moan when you start palming him for real.
“fuck, yn...”
“what was that kacchan?”
“mind your fuckin’...fuckin’ business, damn nerd. we’re going home.”
yanks you from the table and heads straight for the car.
you both don’t say anything in the car home but as soon as you’re past the front door bakugou is ravaging you like his last meal
teeth, tongue, love bites !! you name it !!
“you think you can get away with teasing me like that? well you’re in for a long fuckin’ night sweetheart.”
oop , you can’t walk for days after that.
⇝ scenario:
“how do you like me now, sweetheart? not so confident— ah fuck, are you?”
bakugou mocks you, forcing you up the wall with every thrust inside of your tight heat. you’d barely made it into the house before your boyfriend pounced, lips on your neck on your lips and your sex. the guy was relentless; tearing right through your formal wear with no regrets, what was left of your outfit remained bunched at your hips— katsuki using the fabric to pull you back onto his hard cock.
tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes, nails scratching their way down the walls as your boyfriend lands a harsh spank to your ass— the pain sending shivers down your spine. “not gonna answer me brat?” he spits; finger tips singing little marks into the skin of your hips. “where’s all that mouth you had earlier? when your hands were down my fuckin’ pants in front of all those people.”
“k-katsuki!”
the blonde pulls you back by your hair, blood red eyes staring right into yours as the pace of his hips speed up; forcing his red hot length further into your walls. “that’s what i thought. now sit there and take my cock. that’ll teach you to misbehave again.”
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absolutelyfizzing · 4 years ago
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He can't hurt you anymore
Bucky x reader
Description - Reader is the barista that Bucky has befriended at his local coffee shop but he thinks you may be hiding something. Your boyfriend might not be as kind as he tries to come off as. One day Bucky investigates and intervenes. Takes place around TFATWS but the shield isn't a factor. After the events of Endgame. Its pretty platonic Buck x Reader but it's sort of implied that future romance is probably a thing.
Warnings - TW DOMESTIC ABUSE!!! This is a big part of the story, if this is triggering for you, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you are in a situation where you need help getting out of an abusing household please get help. also endgame spoilers! Theres some cussing as well and female pronouns are used.
Word count - 4700 ish?
A/N - I am writing this from how an abusive relationship was for ME, how I acted, and the ways that I felt. This is in no way a generalization of how these situations are for most people nor is it a romanticization of abuse. Please reach out to someone or even me if you need help or you want to talk about anything. Do not read this story if you will be harmed by reading this, PLEASE.
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Bucky's favorite part of his day was when he went to get coffee from the small shop down the street from his apartment. He didn't have many places he liked to go outside of the small room that he often felt trapped him but he knew that it was good for him to get out and interact with people. His therapist had told him as much.
He really didn't even like the coffee that much, he found that it made him jittery, but he went just to say hi to you. He always got the same order and usually got there around the same time so sometimes you would even have his coffee ready just as he was walking in. When you did things like that it made his heart flutter. He liked you in a romantic way but you only ever lightly flirted. Not wanting to scare you away, he never pressed and he kept his conversation moderately friendly. He had noticed that sometimes you seemed off. More so than he would say might be caused by a bad day.
On these days your eyes would be flying around the room and your hands shaky. You normally had bags under your eyes and you might even have bruises around your body. He also noticed that on those days you would cover up more but he could catch a glimpse of a purple bruise on your arm under your sleeve when you moved.
As he walked into the shop, he saw that today would be one of those days. He had been going to the coffee shop that you were at for probably 6 months and he had never seen you this shaken up. You seemed to be fully zoned out as you automatically did the cleaning in front of you. He had to clear his throat a bit to get you to notice him and when he did he regretted it. You flinched and your shoulders tensed before looking over to him. You relaxed a bit and a wide smile appeared on your face. He could vaguely tell it seemed to be fake but it was one of the best fake smiles he had ever seen. He almost commented on it before he noticed the bruises on your neck and arm.
"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked and his tone lightly teasing. He guessed they might be from whoever you were sleeping with having been a bit rough, something that he wouldn't have judged you for anyway. When you tensed up a bit and drew your hand to your neck he saw the look of slight fear cross your eyes.
"Oh I'm fine!" You recovered, "Didn't have time to cover them up this morning." You smiled and put your arm back down. It looked like you were going with his guess that they were from your boyfriend but in a non threatening way. His smile lessened a bit and he got out his wallet.
"Well, you know the drill. Medium americano with cream and sugar please." He sighed and he put some money in your tip jar while winking at you. You blushed and nodded before turning around to get started on his order.
While you were turned around he heard the bell on the door ring signaling that someone had entered. He turned to see who it was only to be met with an unfamiliar face. This was a bit of a rare occurrence considering he came here so often and he knew almost all of the other people who walked in. This man was large and domineering. He didn't look abnormal in any way, just that his eyes didn't hold the kindness that Bucky searched for when meeting someone new. The man pushed past Bucky to stand at the counter and knocked on it loudly, trying to get your attention. When you turned, you looked like you saw a ghost.
James studied you carefully as the color slowly came back to your face and the large smile that didn't quite seem right was plastered on your face again.
"Hey, babe! Can I get you something?" you asked him kindly and James realized that this must be your boyfriend. He noticed the slight waver that was in your voice as you spoke to to man and the way that your hands began to shake a bit.
"No thanks, I just wanted to check on you to see how you were doing and to apologize again. I was just heading in to work." Your boyfriend smiled and you flinched for a moment before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself.
"No worries, I already told you I forgave you." You grinned, this one looking more like it reached your eyes. "Have a good day at work!" You chirped at him. His hand came to your cheek and James saw you flinch before the man leaned in to kiss you. As soon as he pulled away and left, you turned back to the drink you were making for Buck and your hands were unsteady.
"Are you alright, Y/N?" He tentatively asked. He didn't want to push but he had a bad feeling stuck in his stomach.
You turned to him, ready drink in hand, "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, James" You smiled and Bucky nearly swooned when you used his name. He adjusted his glove a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve on his metal arm, a habit he had when he was anxious.
"Do you mind if I drink it up here? I'd love to chat a bit." He did this pretty often. There was a seat next to the counter for employees that he would occupy on days where the shop wasn't too busy. You gazed at him and nodded enthusiastically.
"How are you now that you're all settled into the new place?" You asked gently and he smiled. He appreciated that you remembered details about him. It made him feel less crazy for having known so much about you.
"It's good! The bed still doesn't feel right and there are still boxes lying around but I cant seem to get myself to unpack all the way. If I didn't have this part of my day then I think I'd be bored out of my mind" He said. You blushed a bit and smiled. You always liked hearing about how he was doing, you worried about him. He had told you at some point that he was a veteran and that he had some issues adapting to his new life. You didn't bring it up often so as to not scare him off but you liked to check in when you could.
"You might want to start looking for something else to occupy your time then, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." You mumbled. You were still smiling a bit but your gaze had saddened.
"What do you mean? Are you leaving the city? Heading back home?" he questioned quickly. You had told him that you weren't originally from New York. You chuckled a bit at his panic.
"No, but might be moving in with my boyfriend, that guy who came in earlier." You explained but he still had a confused look on his face.
"Why does that mean you wont be working here?"
"Oh I don't know, he is trying to get me to quit while I'm figuring out life and stuff. Thinks I might be more helpful around the house and he has enough to support us both." you tried to explain but you knew the logic in your statement was flawed. The reality was that your boyfriend wanted you to be financially dependent on him but you were ignoring that as the bruises around your throat reminded you what happened to girlfriends who talked back. You looked into Bucky's eyes to find him staring sadly.
"You should be able to keep working if you want to."  He sounded urgent and you laughed it off.
"You're just mad cause you won have an excuse to see your favorite barista anymore." As you turned back to the cleaning around the shop to do. It was a quiet morning so the silence was slightly deafening. You both didn't speak for a couple minutes before James broke the silence.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked very lightly. Like he didn't want to scare you off. "I'm guessing your boyfriend left those marks and earlier when he came in-"
"It was an accident" You stated quickly. Urgently. Pleadingly. You still weren't looking at him but you had stopped cleaning. "He didn't mean to, he felt bad about it." You continued before turning to James. There were tears in your eyes and you tried to smile reassuringly.
"Those kinds of accidents shouldn't happen, Y/N" He muttered, trying not to make you feel attacked at all but also wanting to let you know that he knew something was wrong.
"It was my fault." You began.
"There is no way-"
"No it was. I messed something up and-and it was on me. James, you don't need to worry about me." Your voice was shaking a bit. "Please, don't worry about me." you were pleading. Your eyes were begging.
You both stood in silence for a moment before you began moving around. You didn't really have a task to be doing but you couldn't be still. You just couldn't be still.
"I am worried" he whispered and you felt the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. You knew you situation wasn't good but you didn't feel like there was anything you could do. And you were partially still convinced that your boyfriend didn't mean it, even though past experiences had already proved you wrong. You knew that after the 5th time, it wasn't accidental. But fear and guilt held you back. You were not an aggressive person. When he yelled at you he made you feel weak. You crumbled. You would never be able to escape.
You went through the rest of your shift in moderate silence. You worked when customers came in and when they left you would try to make yourself seem busy around the shop. James sat patiently, you knew he was gong to want to walk you back to your boyfriend's apartment. Your stomach clenched as you prayed that your boyfriend wouldn't be home.
After your shift you agreed to let James walk you home, you only lived a few blocks away. You didn't talk much and you felt guilty for creating that atmosphere. When you reached your building you stopped and turned to him.
"Thank you for walking me home." You smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked and Bucky nodded.
When you turned to head into you building, he didn't leave. He waited. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to create a mess for you if he didn't need to. He stood against the building before walking in behind someone who was entering. He made his way to the address he had caught on your key earlier and stopped about 3 floors down from yours. He wouldn't intervene unless you needed him and he could listen in from further away. One of the few times he was thankful for the super serum.
"Where have you been?" a growl sounded.
"I was just-"
"Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Were you talking to that leather wearing asshole? Huh?" There was a yell. "Were you cheating on me, you bitch?!"
"No, babe, Bucky just walked me home, he was just being nice. The person taking over my shift was just a little-"
"He walked you home?" He screamed, "You're just whoring yourself out to anyone now, huh?"
At this point Bucky had heard enough but he noticed that the stairs were closed and the elevator was taking forever. He was hitting himself for not going up to your floor to be more prepared. His heart was pounding and he could feel his eyes watering.
"Babe, I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything by it, I promise-"
He heard a yelp and something making impact and he decided he was done waiting. He didn't know why the stairs were closed but it didn't matter. He broke the door to the stairwell open and he sprinted up them as fast as possible. It was easier to hear your whimpers as he got closer and he could still hear hitting.
When he made it to the door he didn't hesitate to break it in. When he entered the apartment he felt eyes on him. In the corner of your living room you were hunched in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face and a fresh broken lip, your boyfriend leering over you with his fist clenched.
"Get the fuck away from her." Bucky felt himself growl. He didn't want to hurt this guy in front of you, knowing that would traumatize you more, but it was taking everything in him not to snap his neck right then.
"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Your boyfriend sneered, "You have no right to come in here and tell be how I'm supposed to deal with my girlfriend. Get the fuck out!" Your boyfriend had moved away from you and you took a bit of a breath. Bucky noticed the shaking of your body as you breathed and he saw red.
Before he really considered what he was doing Bucky was already moving toward the man in the middle of the room, his metal hand clenched. He moved to grab your boyfriend's arm and when he tried to block, going into the fight cocky, Bucky decided he would put him in his place. With what seemed to be minimal effort, Bucky turned the mans arm around and jammed his knee into his back. Once your boyfriend was on the floor, in less than 10 seconds, Bucky had his knee on his chest and his metal arm on his neck.
"You will never lay another finger on her again, you understand me? You're gonna go to fucking prison and you'll never be able to get near her again." Bucky growled at the man who was struggling futilely beneath him. He pressed on his neck harder and waited for his body to give out, holding long enough that he would be knocked out for at least a few minutes so he could get you out of there.
Bucky looked up at you and you were still shaking in the corner, seemingly still terrified. You looked so different from the girl he had come to know. Bucky realized that he might have just made you more scared of him but he knew it was worth it to get you out of the situation. You gulped and took a deep shaky breath before moving to stand up. Bucky moved to stand also to go over and help you but you immediately say back down.
"Hey, doll. I'm not gonna hurt you-" Bucky started but you cut him off.
"I know, I know I just..." You took another shallow breath and looked at the man Bucky was no longer holding down. He could get free and move toward you now if he were to wake up. Bucky understood your gaze sighed a bit, looking around the apartment he now realized probably belonged to your boyfriend. He then noticed the belt on your boyfriend and moved to take it off so he could tie him up with it. He heard you whimper and he made a guess as to why, his heart clenching once again. He quickly bound the large man's hands and attached him to a support beam in the middle of the room. He checked the bindings using larger movements than he needed to so that you would see they were tight from your spot across the room. Bucky then stood and slowly made his way near you. Instead of trying to get very close, he opted to sit against the wall about halfway between you and the man tied up in the room, trying to make sure that you didn't feel threatened by him and that you knew your boyfriend was no longer a threat.
"I'm gonna call a friend okay? You're okay now." Buck said gently to you and you nodded. Your eyes were watery as tears began to fall and you scooted a little closer to Bucky, still not sitting close enough to touch. Bucky made no move to push you.  He instead just dialed the only person he could think of.
"Hey, Sam... You in town?.. I know but I need some help. I need the police here and if you could drive too that would be great. I got someone here I don't want going in a cop car... I know that's a lot to ask but I wouldn't be asking if it weren't serious... Please?.. That would be great if she's there." It seemed that the 'please' made the person on the other line agree. Bucky hung up and looked toward you. "Someone's on the way, okay? Do you need anything right now or need any medical help thats urgent?"He tried to be gentle but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. If there was severe damage somewhere he needed to know now.
"N-no, it wasn't that bad. It's just my face and my ribs I guess but I've healed from worse." You mumbled, trying to be reassuring but then realizing that you may have made him feel worse. "I'm sorry" You mumbled as the tears began again.
"Whoa, what on earth are you sorry for?" Bucky asked as he felt his own eyes begin to water.
"Its just that-" you took a breath for a moment and tried to calm your shaking, "this isn't your job and I'm sorry that you have to deal with it and that I couldn't do it on my own." You cried a bit, Bucky barely being able to make out your words with how quietly you were speaking. He wasn't entirely sure how to help. He experimentally slid a hand along the floor toward you going very slowly so you could move or tell him to stop if you wanted. Instead you moved your hand and reached out so your fingers were touching on the floor. You still didn't move closer to him but the nonthreatening contact made you feel a bit better. He spoke up quietly.
"Y/N, I know this has been a really hard day for you and probably been rough for however long you've been with that asshole but you need to understand that this is not your fault. You did not make him do this to you and you did not deserve it. You will never be in a room alone with him again, okay?" He made decisive eye contact with you and you nodded a bit. "I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you now, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He sounded reassuring and you scooted just close enough that his hand was holding yours. He smiled lightly at you and you jumped as you heard a knock at the doorframe of the entrance where the door had been practically broken off its hinges.
You tensed up immediately and Bucky stood a bit protectively in front of you, letting go of your hand in the process. You saw a tall kind looking man at the doorway, his frame slightly hunched to make sure that he didn't startle you too much. You looked at him a bit fearfully and took a deep breath before glancing at Bucky and then smiling lightly at the man in the doorway. He watched you carefully as he stepped into the apartment.
"Hey there, my name is Sam, I'm just gonna get him out of here. There's a police car with his name on it downstairs. I brought someone with me who's going to help get you out of here to somewhere safe, okay?" He smiled at you as he moved toward the man tied up in the center of the room. As the bindings came off you skittered back toward the corner a bit and only eased once he was dragged out of the room. From the doorway came a redhead with bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't gotten good sleep in a while and you felt like you recognized her from somewhere.
"I'm Pepper, is it okay if I come in?" She looked nice and she had a motherly presence. You nodded and smiled a bit. Her gaze softened further and she walked slowly toward you and as she walked past Bucky she touched his arm lightly, conveying something that you didn't quite understand. "Can I help you up?" she asked as she stood in front of you, her hand reached out. You nodded and put your hand in hers, allowing her to pull you up. You felt the damage that had been done more clearly when you stood up, there was definitely something wrong with your ribs and your stomach. She carefully and slowly put an arm around your shoulders as she herded you out of the apartment. you looked back to where Bucky was standing and he smiled at you reassuringly but his eyes seemed sad. You let yourself be led to a car outside with a man that Pepper called "Happy" driving. She sat in the back with you and made casual one sided conversation to put you at ease.
Back at your apartment Bucky began to try to pack you a bag. He knew that Pepper would take good care of you and wouldn't let anything happen. He would meet you at the Avengers tower later, assuming you would be staying there until you felt comfortable living by yourself at your own apartment again. He moved through your ex's apartment with a critical gaze, noting holes in the wall and a gun in the corner. He presumed it was to protect against home intruders but he didn't doubt that it had been used to threaten you too. He found the bedroom and got to work getting some things that he thought you might want like a hoodie that looked like yours and some personal belongings that were clearly your possessions. He was trying very hard not to accidentally grab something that was your ex's and once he had a full bag he headed out. He saw Sam leaned against the wall outside your building and Bucky immediately got worried.
"Wheres-"
"He's already booked at the precinct, I've got my guys on it and he isn't going anywhere." Sam reassured, having known what Bucky was going to ask. They began walking to the tower, not wanting to get in a car and knowing that the walk wasn't going to be too long.
"Sorry I had to call you, I know you were probably busy. I just didn't know who else to ask." Bucky stated quietly.
"You did the right thing, Buck. You probably saved that girl's life back there." Sam smiled a bit at the man next to him and Bucky felt a smile tug at his mouth too.
They both made light conversation as they made their way back to the tower. When they did, Bucky took a deep breath. He hadn't been back here since right after Steve left. He hadn't seen Pepper in a long time either. He needed to talk to her when he got inside to thank her and to see if she was okay. He knew she probably didn't want to see him very much but she had still helped you when he asked.
Back at the tower you were finally cleared from the medical wing. You were still shaky but you were masking it pretty well and you were about back to where you functioned daily where you could fake smiles if you needed to. Pepper stayed by you the whole time and you met a little girl named Morgan who was very excited to tell you stories that put you at ease. Eventually Pepper led you to a room that she said you could use to sleep and shower in for now and that you could call the AI if you needed anything at all. You asked it to tell you when Bucky got back and it said it would. You also now knew that you recognized her as Iron Man's wife but you didn't mention it, knowing she had lost her husband semi-recently. You also recognized that Sam, who you had met earlier, was the Falcon. Then came the question of who was Bucky. You knew there was a James Barnes associated with the Avengers but you'd never seen him and you knew he had a metal arm, something that you weren't sure was  part of Bucky. You showered and cried again in the shower but this time out of relief. You realized that you didn't have to go home to that awful man and that you were finally safe.
The AI, you thought you'd heard Pepper call it FRIDAY, let you know that Bucky was in the building along with Sam. You dressed in the clothes that pepper had given to you, a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt, and left your room. You carefully padded down the hallway, prepared to ask FRIDAY where you were if you got lost. Instead you saw Bucky down a hallway carrying a bag that you recognized as your own. Now that you were a bit calmed down you knew what you had to do. You got closer to each other, Bucky smiling slightly, and he stopped so that he wouldn't get close to you if you didn't want him to. Instead you continued walking toward him until you got close enough that you could wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He stood in shock before dropping the bag and wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. You reached out to the other one and felt the hardness of it. You guessed then that he must be the winter soldier that you'd heard about but you continued to wrap it around yourself so that he was hugging you all the way. You took a deep breath and smiled slightly.
"Thank you, James." You murmured and you heard his heart pick up its pace. He tightened his arms around you and sighed.
"You’re welcome, doll" he accepted the thanks with a bit of apprehension but this wasn't the time to argue about whether or not thanks were needed. "I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." He stated quietly and he was reassuring himself more than you. Your arms tightened around him more and he decided that he would protect you with all he had if you would let him.
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stopeatingwhales · 3 years ago
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"you're still blushing," x damon albarn
I haven't written something for damon in ages so here you all go <333
Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader
Warnings: nothing :)
Word count: 2.214
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Having a roommate was always helpful for when you needed to cut the cost of rent, and to have company with someone that you got along with since you either were not far into relationships to be able to move in with a significant other, or you weren’t in a one - in which by having a roommate, made things less lonely. Me and Damon had known each other for quite some time now as Graham introduced us since Damon was looking for a flatmate at a time where, for some reason everybody seemed as though they were already occupied with people they were living with and sharing rent. Perhaps he was a little too late looking into it, but when Damon and I met, it was practically a match made in heaven. Though he wasn’t the first person I’d want to share a flat with, as I had no idea who he even was, just that he was best friends with somebody I was also friends with, he was perhaps, as oddly as it sounds, the best choice for a stranger to share a flat with. We had been living together since his band was working on their debut album, Leisure, and since then we had developed a very close relationship with one another. We both shared love for the same music, read the same books, and he had a personality which formed out of pure ardor and benevolence, which made it very easy to be able to form a strong bond together. It was very enjoyable living with him, as we wouldn’t avoid each other at all. Whenever both of us were present, there was nothing we would rather do than just spend time with one another. When nothing was going for us on weekends, we tended to just sit there on the couch in the living room, drinking warm, hot mugs of tea made by Damon at his advance, simply chatting about anything and everything. We would talk until the sun had gone down, until one of us had practically fallen asleep on the other, which was usually me, giving Damon the chore of putting me into bed, which I would constantly be thanking him for the following morning. At certain points in our friendship it was hard to distinguish whether we had feelings for each other, or if it was just a strong platonic relationship; other people had consistently pointed out our relationship together, and how we supposedly acted as if we were the happiest couple in the world.
After being asked whether me and him were together or not countless times, I had begun thinking about our relationship from an outsider's perspective, and over time I had realised that I was gaining feelings for Damon as I started to take notice of the little things that he would do. The warm smiles that he would give me; his plump, soft lips curving in a philanthropic manner, almost child-like, filled with pure love and adoration for you that you would instantly urge yourself to reciprocate. The unneeded care that would ensue once he realised that I was sick and needed a day off, bringing me a warm cup of tea in the morning, also mentioning that he wasn’t attending his band session later on in the day because I was his main priority, and that music could wait. The way he would rush into my room whilst I was organising my laundry, his lyric book gripped in his hand with a pen in the other, practically begging me to hear the new verse he had surprisingly conjured up in a couple of seconds - my opinion meaning so much to him that he would force me to read his finished songs, changing whatever I thought didn’t suit. And not to mention his features. His angelic, ocean-like orbs, where your eyes would get lost in them instantaneously; causing you to wonder what sort of resplendent alchemy went forth in creating such adoring pools of blue; his foolproof nose, sculpted in everlasting beauty, locked in the middle of his face, showing there was no flaw in his features, that he was the definition of true excellence, and though not a part of his face, the hair from his fringe that would coat over his forehead ever so softly, so elegantly, the strands, though roughly brushed through, looked as if they had been done professionally by his hairdresser. You were unable to pinpoint a flaw on him - he was the embodiment of elegance. You’d simply wonder whether this kind of beauty exists, and to have it living with me, was unequivocally something my heart was unable to handle.
Stepping into the flat that we both shared, I quickly took my shoes off before locking the door. As I wandered around the apartment, the aroma of smoke was easily identifiable, implying that Damon was inside, and smoking. Once I reached the living space, I saw Damon was sitting on the couch, flicking through the channels on the TV. “You alright?” I asked him, leaving the shopping bags on the countertops of the kitchen. He turned to look at me, a sweet smile painted on his lips before he took another drag from his cigarette. Oh, to be that cancer stick.
“I’m alright.” He replied, putting out his cigarette on the glass ashtray in front of him, then getting up to help me with the groceries. “How are you, love?”
“I’m okay. I managed to get everything we needed before we both died from starvation.” I laughed, folding up the now-empty bags that were once brimmed to the full of things we needed.
My gaze was fixed on him as he shut the fridge door as I leaned my tired body on the counter, him making his way after shutting the door to stand as close to me as he could. There was practically no empty space between us as he held me in an embrace, his face hidden into my neck as he played with strands of my hair gently. “I missed you,” He uttered, my heart now swelled in adoration for the man that was holding me, unaware if my body was able to handle more of his tauntings. Once he pulled out of the embrace, he clung onto my hands whilst staring deeply into my eyes. I couldn’t help but blush deeply as I looked into his eyes, getting lost in the essence of his handsomeness. I noticed his warm smile form into a cheeky grin as I realised that he knew I was going red. “You’re blushing.”
Slightly embarrassed, I scrunched my face together and looked down to the ground. There was no way out of it, one day he was going to find out just how much I had grown a liking for him. Instead of responding, I moved away from the situation and headed to sit on the couch, knowing that he would follow suit. Once we sat together, I grabbed the cigar pack that was left open on the table and put a cigarette between my lips, looking at Damon as a form of asking where the lighter was. He immediately grabbed the lighter from his pocket and pressed it, causing a flame to come out. I leaned closer to him to allow him to light the roll of tobacco, my eyes not daring to move away from the sight of the flame. I felt his eyes staring intently at my features, the tension in the air being more prominent than it had ever been before. When it was lit, I instantly inhaled, exhaling sharply to expose the smoke that had quickly built up in my throat.
“What did you do today, Dames?” I asked him, attempting to instigate a conversation. His eyes were still lingering on me whilst my eyes tried everything they could to avoid embarrassing myself again, with another blush.
“Well I went in to do some recording, today was mainly for Graham’s guitar solo so we finished up early,” he answered, walking to the fridge to grab himself a beer, then coming back to sit right next to me. “Graham tells me you’ve got a crush on someone.”
After almost choking on the smoke created in my lungs, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks yet again, the action moving so fast I could feel my cheeks begin to sting. “Ehm- He told you that?”
“So it’s true…” Damon began, placing his drink on the coffee table, a smirk evident on his features. “I thought he was lying, since we usually tell each other everything, but your face says otherwise.” He added, my heart panging slightly as I felt bad that he thought that I didn’t want to tell him. Oh if only he knew it was about him. If only he knew that what I haven’t been able to keep my mind off for weeks on end was him. If only he knew that he’s all that engulfs my mind.
“Who’s the guy?” He asked, as I felt his body shift ever so slightly closer to mine, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as he noticed my stiffness.
“You don’t know him.” I mumbled, staring down at my feet as I felt his breath fan my face slightly, the redness of my cheeks still prominent though I tried to ignore the heat radiating out of them.
“Describe him to me then.” He said, in a teasing manner. Part of me felt that Graham told Damon that it was him, and knowing Graham he probably would’ve done that since he was one of the many who believed that we would’ve been good together since we acted like it. But I wasn’t planning on jumping to any conclusions just yet.
“Uhh well…” I felt my cheeks heat up a bright red again as I looked in Damon’s direction, quickly snatching his beer off the coffee table and taking a sip of it to calm my nerves. “He’s got blond hair, blue eyes…” At this point I was staring deeply into Damon’s eyes, full-well knowing I was redder than ever, hell, I was a tomato. However, as I stared at him, I thought of all the possibilities and chances I would be able to mention to him that I developed feelings for him, and chances that would be handed to me easily. At most, I would probably be forced to go up to him and tell him myself that I liked him, which I had no courage in doing so in fear of absolute rejection. Though the fear of rejection still resonated in my mind deeply, there was definitely no way out of Damon and his questioning - he wanted to know everything, and he wanted to know it all now.
“Hmm… Sounds familiar,” he began, the smirk on his face not leaving any second. “Don’t suppose this crush has a name, does he?”
The next few seconds felt as if they had been stilled. Every single thought that I could have ever mustered in my mind joined themselves together, making my mind and body feel as if the moment we were living in was not real, at all. I felt breathless, ironic to the fact that I had been exhaling large clouds of smoke in the room, but I suppose even when breathing, you can still have your breath taken away from the sight before you. It felt as if I was in a haze, a drunken stupor, a lucid dream that felt far too realistic, but I had never thought that this moment would ever occur in mine and Damon’s time living together, or even in a child-like fantasy, or ever. Our faces were inches apart, my eyes constantly flicking through his bountiful orbs and smooth lips, his eyes fixated on mine, as if he was searching for something. Something to tell him that his suspicions were correct.
“It’s you for god’s sake.” I mumbled before eagerly conjoining my lips with his. I felt as if I rushed myself into it, the feeling enrapturing my mind, my body, and especially my heart. There was no other moment I had felt equated to this as our bodies embraced one another’s, the pair of us slowly allowing what was happening to melt into our minds. My heart was pounding as if my life had depended on it, my mind raced with thoughts so anxious but elated as both our bodies allowed our mouths to brush past one another’s until we were at a loss for breath. Love had never felt so strong, love had never carried this much emotion, this much integrity. I felt as if there was nothing else I had needed other than this moment to characterise its virtue, the intimacy shared overstimulated my emotions, for I felt like balling into tears at this juncture - not out of sadness, but out of pure admiration and alleviation that all this tension over the past couple months was real, that the love we had for each other was real, and not some fantasy that I invoked in my mind. Parting away from him, my eyes were fixated on his features - there was nobody else on this planet that could make me feel such emotion than him.
“You’re still blushing, love.”
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just-jordie-things · 3 years ago
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(Please Don’t) Leave Me Alone - Richie Tozier
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word count: 3142 warnings: swearing, mentions of being drugged summary: maybe richie ignoring you had more reason to it than you thought.  maybe he was just... jealous? ___
Looking back on it now, going to a party by herself was probably the worst idea (y/n’s) ever had.  Not because she disliked parties, she loved them, but she’d always gone in a group, or with a friend.  Tonight, she’d gone completely alone.
She’d thought it would be exciting, she could do whatever she wanted, and stay as late or leave as early as she pleased, not having to wait for a friend hooking up with a stranger or a ride home.  She could drink to no end and meet new people- it was a good idea, in theory.
Except now, she was trapped between a rock and a hard place.  Meaning the wall, and Steven Matson’s arm.  Earlier the attention had been welcomed, she didn’t mind being flirted with by a cute guy, it’d been a while since anyone had flirted with her, honestly, so it was very welcomed.
There was once a time where she didn’t really have to worry about that kind of attention, because she used to always get it from-
“Want me to get you another drink?” The boy in front of her asked, shaking her thoughts.
“Hm? Oh,” She nods, handing him her empt cup.  “Yeah, sure, thanks”
He grins in response before leaving.  And she doesn’t realize that she’s been holding her breath until she sighs, and slumps back against the wall.
Steven’s not that exciting, she realizes.  He’s been chatting her ear off for the past- who knows, hour, maybe? And she couldn’t recall a single thing he’d said.  It wasn’t due to the alcohol either.  He was just that simple.
He wasn’t ugly, though.
Running her hands through her hair, she wished that she had a tie to pull it back, because it was suddenly very hot in the room, and it was all she could focus on.  The smell of sweat from dancing and bustling bodies, and how much heat they generated in this small room.  She wanted to head outside for a breath of fresh air, but there was no way she could make it out and back in time to see Steven.
She made a glance towards the door, just out of curiosity, to see if she could run there and back.  But her eyes landed elsewhere.
On a tall, curly mop of haired figure that had just wandered in.
Richie’s eyes met hers, and she darted her gaze elsewhere with an inhumane speed.
Richie Tozier was her best friend, or at least he used to be.  In the past month he’d been shutting her out, until eventually he was more of a ghost than a friend at all.  She didn’t know what she did, or what happened that made him not want to hang out with her anymore, but it was no use trying to ask, because anytime she tried to talk to him, he’d vanish.
At first it was heartbreaking, because she’d known him for so long, and she thought that they were close enough to talk through any rough patch they could go through.  But as time went on and Richie pushed himself further away, (y/n) only became annoyed, and was a bit more eager to let him do whatever he wanted.
And if he wanted nothing to do with her, then fine.  She wasn’t going to beg him to stay.
Even though she really, really wanted to.
“Hope you didn’t miss me too much”
(y/n) nearly jumped when Steven appeared in front of her, one arm caging her in while he handed her a drink.  She gave him a short, weak smile, and backed herself up until the wall wouldn’t allow her to move away any further.  The flaw in this plan, however, is that Steven just followed, and the space between them was even shorter.
“Course not” She mumbled back, and was about to take a drink from her cup, before she noticed the strange fizzing at the bottom.
Great.  He spiked it with something.
She let out a soft sigh, lifting the cup to her lips and pretending to take a sip, so that he wouldn’t realize she caught on to his dumb scheme.
Tonight couldn’t have gone more terribly.
“So, whaddya say you and I go somewhere else?”
(y/n) looked up at him, eyes bored, and a eyebrow raised as if to say ‘really?’.
“Somewhere, huh?” She hums, only for her own entertainment.  “Like where?”
“Well we could go upstairs…” He suggested, leaning in closer.  It took a lot of energy for her not to shrink away.
God his breath smelled like beer.
“Or to my car out front,” He continued.  “Or honestly, we could just-”
“Alright pal,” (y/n) pushed her hand into his arm, and began to shove him away so she could leave.  “It’s not happening”
With that, she began to walk off, tossing her drugged drink to the ground carelessly.
“Wait wait wait,” Steven spun around, snatching her arm in his hand so she’d stop.  “But all night you-”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She snapped at him, yanking her arm to get it of his hold, but he was much stronger than her.  “Steven let go-”
“You’re such a fucking tease, (y/n),” He snarled, the playful and flirty voice long gone.  “Leading me on all night long, and now you’re acting like you don’t want this”
There’s a split second where she’s genuinely afraid of him, because his grip is unrelenting, and the look in his eyes suggests that he doesn’t care whether she gives in willingly or not.
And as soon as the idea of yelling for help crosses her mind, the feeling is gone.
Because she’s torn away from Steven’s hold, and there’s a secure hold around her waist.
“Why don’t you fuck off, Matson” A voice mutters.
All of the fear she’d previously felt disappeared, and it’s replaced by the surprise of having Richie right there next to her, keeping her firmly held against his side.
He’s being protective.
Steven rolls his eyes, obviously not giving a shit about Richie’s little display.  He scoffs, glancing from Richie to (y/n).
“Come on, why don’t you tell your little guard dog here that you can speak for yourself, and that he can go and fuck off now?” Steven asks.
(y/n) scoffs, staring at him with disgust, and honestly, she should spit on him.  She wants to spit on him, fuck she really wants to step forward and spit right on his face-
“Matson, I swear to fucking god, if another shitty fucking thing comes out of your mouth, I’ll break it,” Richie’s hand is tightening on her hip, and he’s pushing her behind him a bit.  “Seriously, walk away”
He’s practically growling, and even when they were friends she’d never seen him so… angry.
“Richie fucking Tozier why are you here being a buzzkill?” Steven spat out, taking a daring step forward.  “She clearly doesn’t even give a shit about you, so why don’t you just-”
The loud crack of skin on skin was a sharp echo, and anyone in a five foot radius could hear the burning sensation on Steven’s cheek.
(y/n) was panting, and she shook out her hand, because the slap stung her palm more than she thought it would.
“Fuck you” She muttered to the boy who was holding his cheek and whining like a baby.
She cast a glance towards Richie for a short moment, before shoving past him and making her way to the door.  She was done with this night, this party, she just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball under her blankets and forget all of this had happened.
Of course, she wasn’t able to leave that easy, and as soon as she walked out the door, someone hollered for her.
She looked back at Richie, before shaking her head, and continuing her trek.
“What do you want?” She muttered, leaving him no choice but to chase after her in order to catch up.
She barely even looked at him.
“Jesus, (y/n/n), give me some credit, I’m here to make sure you’re okay”
“Wow,” She rolls her eyes.  “Thanks.  Really,”
Her voice is monotone, so he knows she doesn’t mean it, and it’s annoying, but she continues before he can come up with some witty snap back remark.
She stops in her tracks, whirling around and shoving an accusatory finger into his chest.  He stumbles backward, caught off guard from the sudden action, but he catches his footing, left to watch her explode.
“Thanks for showing up, and for being there.  Wow, Richie.  Just… wow”
It’s more of a simmer than an explosion, but it feels just as bad.
(y/n) starts to walk off again, but Richie just runs up to her side again.
“For fucks sake (y/n)- will you pause for just a second-?”
“No!” She shouts, shaking her head furiously.  “No, Rich, I won’t, I’m not going to- I- I can’t wait for you anymore, I’m tired of waiting for you,” Her voice cracks, and he knows that if she starts crying right now, then he’s going to break.  “So can you please just… just go back to icing me out because it was honestly easier”
She sniffles, and turns away to walk home in peace.  It hurts to walk away but she’s just so tired of his bullshit.  Never before had her own body felt so heavy, each step making her bed more and more enticing.
Richie didn’t say anything, but he kept walking next to her.
She looked up at him, teary eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed in a glare, but Richie just shrugged his shoulders.
“Well I’m not gonna let you walk yourself home alone at this time of night,” He said, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket.  “So you’ll just have to put up with me for the next ten minutes”
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes again, but doesn’t give him the benefit of a remark, opting instead to keep her mouth shut.
She makes it a whole minute before feeling compelled to say something.
“What were you even doing there?” She muttered out, wrapping her arms around herself tightly.  “I thought you hated parties now”
He lets out a chuckle, earning another glare from the girl.
“To come save you, obviously,” He teases, which she definitely doesn’t appreciate.  “I just thought I’d give it a shot, seeing as I had nothing else going on tonight”
She didn’t know what she wanted to hear, but that certainly wasn’t it.  And Richie could tell, because she was frowning.
“Are you mad?” He asked with a chuckle.
“You did not just fucking ask me that” She mutters back.
“(y/n), you asked, what did you want me to say?” He asks, and she just scoffs.
“I didn’t need you to swoop in like some hero and rescue me, Richie,” She told him.  “You might find this hard to believe, but I’ve actually learned to live on my own now thank you very much.  And with that means I can protect myself, I don’t need you to-”
“Alright, I get it,” He mutters.  “Your ‘standing back and doing nothing’ was your way of standing up for yourself,” He says, and before (y/n) can argue, he’s muttering again.  “My apologies, I didn’t realize you had that handled.  Which is why I came over to help your ass-”
“Alright, that’s enough-”
“-which would have been his, by the way, had I not intervened”
“Congratu-fucking-lations!” (y/n) shrieked.  “Go ahead and pat yourself on the fucking back then.  What do you want from me? Huh? Do you really think I would’ve let Steven fucking Matson have his way with me?”
“No, I don’t think that,” Richie mumbled.  “But I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.  Or grabbing you like that-”
“Wow,” (y/n) rolled her eyes.  “I honestly didn’t think you still gave a fuck”
Richie looked down at her, but she’d rendered him speechless, so he didn’t say anything.  He looked forward as they walked in silence for a little while longer.
It was silent until they got to her porch.
She looked up at him, with a sad sort of expression, like looking at him broke her heart.  And quite frankly, it did.
“Thanks for walking me home, Richie,” She said in a soft mutter.  “You can go back to forgetting about me now”
She turned to walk inside, but his hand stopped her.  It wrapped around her wrist delicately, in a hold much more gentle than Steven had her in earlier.  If she wanted, she could tug her arm away and go inside.  If she wanted.  
“For the fucking record,” Richie muttered down to her, voice so low it was almost in a growl like it had been earlier.  “I wasn’t icing you out because I wanted to.  You think I want to? For fucks sake (y/n), I couldn’t be around you anymore because I was so goddamn in love with you that it hurt being around you when you obviously didn’t feel the same way.  You don’t know how much it fucking sucks being friendzoned by you.  I thought it was going to be easier not having you around, than having you right in front of me, and out of reach,”
Her heart is pounding, and she could feel it everywhere.  From her chest to her stomach to her through to her cheek to the very tips of her fingers- she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Richie had been in love with her? It was almost too good to be true, and normally she wouldn’t believe it, but she could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice, he’d never been more serious about anything.
“I’m sorry for doing it,” He continues.  “But if I hadn’t, I would’ve lost my fucking mind”
“That’s such bullshit,” (y/n) mumbles, her breath hitching in her throat.  “You shut me out because you had feelings for me?” She asks, and Richie furrows his brows, offended by the outburst.  “Did you ever think about- I don’t know- just telling me?” She asks with a humorless laugh.  “I mean, jesus Richie, we would’ve been together this whole fucking time, but instead you make me think that you hate me and you shut me out-”
“Hold on- stop- you liked me?” Richie asks, shocked by her off-handed confession.
“Liked you?” (y/n) repeats breathlessly.  “Richie, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, you fucking dumbass-”
She raises her hand up to shove him in the chest, but he captures it with his own before leaning over and kissing her.  It’s sudden, so sudden that she trips on nothing but the sheer surprise of his lips on hers, but Richie’s arm wraps around her waist, securing her against him.
A sigh escapes her, one of content and safety, and she melts against him, almost becoming a puddle on her doorstep.  The hand in his is held tightly against his chest, and the other is gripping his shoulder, keeping her balanced.
He kisses her again, quickly, before she can completely pull away.  Just in case she decides to walk through her door and never look at him again.
When they part, it’s slow, and his hand flies up to cup her cheek, a quick but gentle action, and his thumb traces over her cheekbone with a featherlight touch.
Her eyes are still shut, and she blindly leans forward a bit, close enough that when she whispers, he feels it against his lips.
“Are you gonna go back to ignoring me?”
He chuckles, stealing another quick peck, before shaking his head.
She finally opens her eyes, and instantly, there’s a smile on her lips.
“I guess that depends, on if you want to go out with me tomorrow night?”
“To a party?” She asks.
“No, of course not,” Richie shakes his head.  “Anything else, literally anything else” He murmurs, and she grins even wider, nodding her head.
“Yeah, yeah anything else sounds good to me” She agrees softly.  
She’s still nodding, in a shaky sort of way, and Richie has to cup her face in both hands to get her to stop.
“Okay,” He hums.  “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then”
“Okay,” She repeats.  “I’ll see you tomorrow”
He gives her a grin, before letting go of her, and stepping back.
“Alright then” He hums.
She watches him go, a delighted smile on her face.  Her heart is still pounding in her chest, and she thinks it might never stop.
“Wait, Rich,”
She calls when he’s descended her front steps, and she’s quick to race up to him, wrap her arms around him, and lean over the few inches that she’s towered above him, and kiss him one more time.
His arms encircle her waist, holding her flush against his chest.  She’s on her tiptoes on the step, and one of her feet lifts off the ground, both from the bliss and from Richie picking her up, just a little bit.
“I just wanted one more,” She murmured, and Richie laughed, kissing her quickly once more, and then again.  “Okay, Romeo,” She sighed.  “You better go home before my parents come out and see us”
“Fine, fine,” He sighed, and backed away, reluctantly releasing her from his arms.  “Tomorrow”
“Tomorrow” She says back.
She combs her fingers through his hair for a second, before turning and actually heading inside.
With a content sigh, she leans her back against the front door, eyes falling shut as her mind wandered to the events of the night.  It was ridiculous, how quick of a turn things went.  And now, she was going to see Richie tomorrow, for a date.  She couldn't believe it.
“Who was that boy?” A voice asked, making her perk up, and realize her mother had been waiting there at the door.
“Richie,” (y/n) replied.  “He walked me home”
“Richie your friend?” Her mother replied.  “You’re friends again?”
(y/n) grinned, nodding her head.
“Well, I’m going to bed,” She said.  “G’night, mom-”
“You’re dating this boy, now?”
“Richie,” (y/n) reminded, pausing on the steps to look down at her.  “And yes, I- I think I am”
Her mother shakes her head, and lets out a small scoff.
“Really, (y/n)? Of all your options-”
“Oh, fuck off,” (y/n) laughs, trying not to listen too closely to the harsh words.  “Don’t go acting like you give a shit now”
She ascends the stairs, and forgets about her mother’s cruel idea of parenting.  It won’t matter tomorrow, though.  So she thinks about tomorrow.  Because she’s gotten Richie back, and he’s all hers now.
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