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yameoto · 4 months ago

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college fuckgirl!caitlyn hcs (+ basketball star) who is totally whipped for u and doesn’t know what the hell to do about it

fuckgirl!caitlyn, hardtoget!reader, sub!caitlyn, for once not pure jerkoff material, she likessssss you.

▸ not the notches in her bedposts type; caitlyn doesn’t brag about her conquests. she’s classy like that. she does strut about the halls, exuding a casual sort of elegance that has girls falling over their feet. remembers all their names. grasping her solo cup between slim fingers like a wine glass and smiling over the rim. cryptic and beautiful and so utterly entrancing that she’ll have girls’ who were cursing her name two moments ago bent over the bathroom sink, with just a drawl of their name, followed by a “right?”, even if they know they’ll be discarded like yesterday’s trash.

▸ excellent in bed. obviously. charm isn’t everything. she also has a talented tongue and fingers and the stretch of her cock. priorities the girls’ pleasure because good manners have been beaten into her since she was born and she likes the way it feels to fuck into a pussy sopping in cum, gliding in the silky trenches of fiercely clenching folds as they scramble into the sheets and moan her name, fucking the nerves out of them.

▸ and then; you. she wants to fuck you so bad it’s driving her insane. caitlyn doesn’t brag. she doesn’t have sex for the sake of having sex. she just does—often. and she does it well—which has had her gain a teensy-tiny reputation for it. that doesn’t mean she’s a complete ass! doesn’t know why you hold it against her. she’s not some meathead jock trying to get her dick wet. she’s the star of the team, top of (most) of her classes, and shoe-in for valedictorian. plus, she’s rich. and pretty. and just—totally fuckworthy. everyone knows it!

▸ decorated basketball player. plays shooting guard like she was born for it; all lean limbs and sinew as she glides about the court like a koi fish in the water. oh, and she’s a show-off, too. avoids saying corny shit like “this is for you,” even if she really, really wants to—but when she spins on the court and hurls a three-pointer—and her eyes flick up right to you in the stands, intense and focused. that’s when she mouths. “that was for you.”

(jogs up to you afterwards, sweat dripping off her brow and down the long stretch of her neck, as she airs out her jersey with that cockily arched brow. can’t resist the grin on her face. 21 points to her name—meeting your eyes everytime. it falls at the unimpressed look on your face.

“you had to wait til’ after you made the shot?”

“well, i’m not gonna dedicate a losing shot to you. that’s lame.”

“you are lame.”

“objectively untrue.” caitlyn frowns, ball still curled under her arm as she paces after you, as you stride off the bleachers, and if there’s a little whine in her voice there isn’t. “you know, there isn’t a girl on this college who wouldn’t be dying to get under me.” she says it so matter-of-fact, in that irritatingly attractive accent of hers, and even though it’s true it doesn’t make her sound any less like an asshole.

“i wonder why.”

“darling.” whiney, whiney, whiney.

“dickhead.” and if you sound just a little smug that you have caitlyn kiramman wrapped around your finger, that’s just for you to know.)

▸ caitlyn just doesn’t get it. how can you possibly not like her? or at least find her attractive enough to at least want her a little bit. she certainly wants you. she’s at a loss. usually, a bat of her lashes, a whisper of her name is enough to get anyone’s legs splayed wide open for her. when you don’t, she has no fucking clue how to work you. starts lingering just a few desks from you at the library, to catch glimpses of you studying (and yeah? caitlyn looks a little cute like that; glasses perched on the tip of her nose as her brows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out as she thinks about the pretty lilt of your jaw whenever you fix her with that im-so-sick-of-you look.. the way your arm muscles stretch behind your head when you yawn like a cat arching it’s back up for a scratch.. the way your voice sounds a touch raspy whenever you’ve been staying up super late studying and grant her the mercy of your husky, velvet undertones telling her to fuck right off… has to release a deep, long, wistful sigh just thinking about it)

▸ it goes on like that, for what feels like forever. caitlyn niggling her way into your day-to-day life as you begrudgingly entertain her. following you around like a lost puppy to the point where it starts rumours.

(she’s been sitting three seats away from you on the table for the past half-hour. sneaking glances every so often as she rereads the same paragraph over and over again, before she clears her throat and asks, chin held high. “so.. what’d you get in that test?”

shit. did her voice just crack?

the so-called legendary mystique of caitlyn kiramman really wears off when you realise how hopelessly awkward she can be.

you take pity on her, lips quirking as your gaze slides to meet hers, exasperated. yet, you answer her anyways. “92%.”

she hums, fingers drumming against the table. “uh—nice.” oh. now she’s blushing. you can also tell it’s taking everything in her not to let her own 100% bubble up and out of her lips, because she doesn’t want you to think she’s conceited. you know she’s totally itching to say it, though. wants you to know. it’s almost cute.

a sigh. you move the bag off the seat next to you. “c’mere.”

caitlyn’s head snaps up, and her eyes are really so very beautiful, all wide and starry in disbelief. “what?”

“hurry up, superstar. don’t make me regret it.”

caitlyn straightens, and then hurries to take the spot beside you, cheeks burning. she squirms a little in her seat, and the gleam of amusement only makes her want the ground to swallow up because god, she’s never acted like this with anyone. she’s caitlyn kiramman! cool, composed, collected; an energy that takes up the most space in the room, makes girls’ knees buckle, has boys stammering with just a smile. and yet, you have her melting in a puddle with the barest glimpse of your attention.

..fine. maybe she doesn’t just want to fuck you.

"don't piss your pants, kiramman." you say, without missing a beat, pen still scrawling away notes. "i don't bite."

caitlyn splutters for a response, and.. hey! that's her line!

oh. she’s so, so screwed).

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cutecatlov3r · 2 years ago

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oh to be ran through by denki, sero, katsuki, and kirishima…

what would it be like? college au

a/n: bro I haven’t posted in forever ! but maybe I’m back for awhile ? you should check out my c.ai bots :3 dekusquad ver here .

it’ll start off with the five of you chilling in sero’s college dorm. you five all just playing games and chatting. until denki realizes there is literally a girl in the room with the four of them. the reality of the situation, you’ve been their friend for a few years... why the hell hasn’t he thought of this sooner?! he’s seen too much porn to know what could go down.

so when you go to the bathroom he talks to the boys about the situation he’s playing in his head.

“well we could always try to convince her, I mean she’s been our friend for years and I’d be so down to fuck her,” he spoke unashamed.

next thing you know, you’re fully convinced on letting it happen, the boys basically begging you to let them inside of you .

Bakugou obviously going first. he has to be the number one in everything. so when you allow him to fuck you, he’s the one to take off your clothes, being rough. he’ll rip them up, not caring. when he whips out his cock it’s long and thick, slapping against his abdomen as it is released.

“g’na fuck you nice and good, you slut”

and he does, he wastes no time plunging into you deeply. of course you didn’t really need foreplay due to the fact it turned you on to see them all begging for you to fuck them. as he fucks you in a mating press he will pull your hair. it’s a little off because he’s making out with you so sensually and sweet but his cock is ramming into you, only caring for it’s own pleasure.

“fuck… fuck you’re so tight, stop squeezin’ around me like that, dumbass…” he pants, voice a little raspy.

the boys watching, the heat inside them unbearable. just looking at your whiny face as bakugou fucks deep in you makes them so needy and heated.

he keeps going hard, his tip occasionally grazing against your cervix.

in the end, bakugou will gladly cum deep inside you, filling you up. pulling out he’ll watch it seep out, using his fingers to fuck it back into your hole.

Sero is next, looking down at you as you whine due to bakugou’s cum spilling on to your thighs. it was an uncomfortable feeling but you sort of liked it.

“don’t worry sweetheart… i will be nice and slow” he hums, kissing your neck, groping your ass.

he takes off his pants as he’s kissing you, placing you on his lap. his cock was long, not as girthy as bakugou’s cock but it looked a bit longer. he groans as he slips inside your wet and sloppy cunt. he rolls your hips, his cock rubbing against your g-spot as he rolls them.

he leans his back on the ledge of the couch, getting a good view of your sticky pussy moving up and down his cock. he loved the squelching noises it made. it was so erotic… the boys watching also loved it, they fucking needed you.

towards his climax he grabs you close, pressing your chest against his as he pistons his cock inside you, chasing his high.

“s-shit! fuck- ah- im gonna fucking cum… yeah, yeah, right in your slutty pussy”

you were moaning and creaming around his dick. the rutting hitting your g-spot over and over again. you were out of breath and he just kept going, holding you tightly so you couldn’t use your arms to get away from his body.

eventually he came inside you. his cum mixing around with bakugou’s. both of their bodily fluids leaking out of your slutty hole.

Denki happily offers to go next, it was his idea after all. look, he’s a pervert whose down for anything, he doesn’t even want his dick inside your messy cunt that was still leaking of sero and bakugou’s cum, instead he honestly wanted to give you a facial. so when you looked at him with your dazed eyes, he grabbed your chin, nodding his head to the floor.

“come on baby, on your knees for me” he smiled happily with a small chuckle.

you got on to your knees, looking up at denki. he held your cheek as he took out his hardened cock. it slapped against your face… your eyes glued to the pink tip that leaked of precum. he was pretty long, you’ll give him that.

without warning though, he shoved his dick right in between your cute soft lips, letting out a little whine. one hand gripped your hair, the other holding his shirt up so he can see as your tongue glided against him.

“s…so warm…” he moaned, eyes shutting slightly. though he did reach down to squeeze your breast, pinching your hard nipple.

your head bobbed on his cock, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. with your hand you fondled with his balls which caused an audible groan as he thrusted into your mouth more.

spit was rolling down your chin. your eyes fluttering as you looked up at denki who now has his shirt in his mouth. he gripped it with his teeth, his free hand grabbing some more of your hair and he thrusted his hips more.

after hitting the back of your throat, it caused him to go a bit crazy, moving faster, balls slapping against your chin. he was whining and moaning, feeling like he was gonna explode. he pulled out just in time, you stuck out your tongue as he painted your face white.

“that’s it babygirl… all over your face…” he panted, slapping his tip against your tongue.

Kirishima was last, he frowned looking at you, you were so messy.

“let me clean you up” he said softly, taking off his shirt to clean off your cute little face. he brought his shirt down to your cunt, cleaning it off, along with your thighs. there was still sero and bakugou’s cum inside you but he wasn’t gonna worry about cleaning that up. afterwards he sighed happily. he brought you to his lips, placing soft kisses against yours.

“It’s okay… you did so good for us today, y/n. thank you for letting me have the opportunity to please you” he smiled, laying her on the couch gently.

he took the hair out of your face, smiling down at you so sweetly. he started to remove his pants and my god… his cock was huge. it was so fat that it hung low even though he was hard as hell. you were in for it.

“not gonna hurt you, okay? if you need me to stop, I will. i will stop immediately,” he said, softly to which you nodded, propping yourself on your elbows to watch him sink into you. he went slow and steady, one of his hands by your head to balance himself. he was stretching your hole out, you felt so full.

he let out a soft moan as he kept trying to push himself deeper in you.

“g-gonna move now, okay?” he panted, his hips making a bit of movement. his thumb played with your sensitive clit as he made the small fulfilling movements. he rubbed you gently, the rubbing causing you to moan and his cock making you see stars.

a white ring was around his cock, your juices and the other boys around him as he made his small movements.

he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. this thumb rolling around the nub, he knew how to please a woman.

and out of everyone, he made you cum. you squeezed around his dick as you came, causing him to moan. he went down to your chest, sucking your nipples as you felt your bliss. he made sure you came before him, his hips now picking up the pace, your pussy tight around him, your walls clenching in overstimulation.

he went at a moderate pace not to hurt you, pulling out to cum on your stomach, he gave you a sweet kiss, wiping off the cum with his shirt that was on the floor.

“you did so good today, we are so proud of you, y/n”

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fashionteahouse · 6 months ago

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out of your league - paul x reader

AN: There’s not enough words to thank all of you for the love and support for the first seven parts of this story! 💜 i heart you all xoxo <<prev >>next

You didn’t care too much about graduation. Leaving the ceremony with your certificate was something you looked forward to. That’s when you felt like your real life would begin. The previous night was rough. Sam suspected a new threat, hearing a long screech. It even woke you out of your slumber with Paul grabbing your face, covering it with kisses and rushing out. In the morning, Paul was still gone. You were glad to see Kim but you weren’t too sure if the feeling was mutual. She still invited you to her graduation dinner.

It was intimate with peers that you and Kim both hung around with, who were in attendance. You still chose the seat next to her but it seemed like she talked to everyone else but you. You choose to pay it no mind. You already know majority of what she’s going through. You decide to text her.

“Are you okay?”

Her phone buzzes but she chooses to ignite up a conversation with the person next to her. You tried to rack your brain of what could be the possible reason she would not talk to you.

After another hour of lounging in her sitting room talking, one person gets up and says, “Im going to go change.” and two people stand up and walk too.

“Hm..” you say out loud. Kim looks over to you. You don’t even say anything and as you’re walking outside, disappointed and upset at the betrayal, Kim calls out to you.

“It’s not what you think.”

“You’re full of shit, Kim.”

“If I would’ve asked then we would’ve had to wait for Paul’s permission just to stay the night.” she says and you walk towards her.

“Kim. Don’t take your mood or whatever problems you have out on me. You didn’t even want to talk to me.”

“I feel like I barely see you anymore. Why can’t it be like how it used to be when we actually would have fun?”

“I’m trying my best Kim. My life is not set up for fun right now.” You try to tell her but she shakes her head as she looks at you.

“Right. Your life is set up for Paul, Y/N.”

“Whatever, Kim.” you say and turn to walk away.

“Rushing to see a boy who didn’t even show up to his imprint’s graduation.” she states.

You whip around, “You’re just jealous. You know nothing. How would you like it if I made remarks about Jared not wanting you?”

“I give up. Seriously. You’re clearly suffering from tunnel vision….You know what? I’m just going to focus on me.” she says projecting her voice. It sung. She was giving up on the friendship that you thought was strong.

“Good for you.” you tell her and choose to not look back.

You felt a type of way, feeling that what she did was unfair to you. She didn’t give you the option to make an opinion. You were going to sit at the beach since it was the perfect weather, but a small celebration seemed to be going on. You stand there for a bit, but you see a very tall cliff.

You walk your way through the woods, thick with leaves, dirt, and fallen branches. Tress began to disappear your figure from civilization. A faint whoosh makes you look up to see nothing. You look to the sides and turn around but still don’t see anything. You focus back onto route, fully convinced that it was just the wind.

A snap of a branch is heard above you. You snap your eyes to a tree above you that was in front of you. You see a person. Or something that looks very close to a person. You just remembered the pale skin, as it moved closer, you’ll never forget the dazzle in their eyes. You couldn’t help but look with your feet stuck to the earth and also wonder how they climbed so high up without you hearing a peep from them. Taking a good look at you, you noticed the amber coloring of their eyes and they take a deep sniff. They then crouch and lean forward in a fluid motion, reminding you of a lion who is after its prey.

Suddenly, you feel a force, you didn’t process yourself in the air until you fell into a pile of leaves. You raise your hands and large scrapes on your hands and inner arm making an appearance. Dirty blood trickles and it burns as you grimace. You hear snarling and growling and almost have a heart attack watching arms fly off into the air and almost scream seeing a torn off leg.

The fur, let you know that it had to be Sam and the others. You get up from your position and try to stand but your knee burns. You look down to also see another scrape. As the skin folds as you try to walk on it, a burning sensation makes you hiss. You also feel the throb on your hands and arm. A very human naked version of Paul comes into view. You couldn’t help that your eyes looked to his slinging body part in between his legs and you squeeze your eyes shut.

Two large hot hands grip your upper arms, feel all over your body, and lifts your chin. You slowly open your eyes. You suddenly smell the scent of smoke and fire, it smelled like something was cooking. You saw bluish faint flames erupt and you were in shock.

“Y/N.” he says and pulls you to him but you step back, his skin rubbing on the part that burns. He looks with a focused expression, his eyes meeting where you hurt. Without warning, he carries you back bridal style and he walks in long strides back to Emily’s house. He doesn’t let go of you when he takes you into the bathroom. Turning on the water, and shoving the door closed, he attacks your clothes first.

“Wait-“

“I have to clean you up. Plus, I want to get this vampire smell off of me.” he says as he carefully makes you bare before him.

He was gentle to bandage you and he was silent. Taking it all in as you sat watching him bandage your knee with his bedroom light shining. You just kept thinking about how enchanting the cold one looked. Besides the unnatural characteristics that it displayed, they looked like a perfect human being. You were staring off into space. You didn’t notice until you feel a nudge. You look down as Paul was on his knees with your finished bandages.

“Are you alright?” he asks. You nod, not letting him see you sweat and pull a weak smile. He’s not convinced. His eyebrows furrow.

“I’ve been calling you and you just went blank.” he explains and now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. He gets up and sit next to you on the bed as you stare at the floor.

“What were you doing out there anyway? You never went that way before.” he asks facing you. You just shrug.

“You know.” he says, not buying it. You didn’t want to talk about it. It made everything seem too real. If you said it out loud, it wouldn’t just be a dream.

“I…I just wanted to sit at the cliffs.” you say.

“If I came one second later, you would’ve been…” he mutters, looking stressed out as he looks ahead.

You take your hand and rub his back in big slow circles. “Thankfully that didn’t happen.” you try to reassure him. You tried your best to forget that it happened.

The next day, he made sure to re clean the scrapes and also used ointment to decrease your chances of scars.

Eating lunch, you tuned out the conversation as Sam debriefs Emily on everything. You couldn’t take the looks of empathy from her. You were fine.

You couldn’t sleep. You stared awake at the ceiling and Paul was checking the perimeter with Jared before coming in for the night. You kept looking at window, afraid that a cold one might burst through it at any given second.

You sit on the floor and just decide to doodle to past the slow time, hoping it makes you tired. You didn’t notice your surrounds and didn’t notice until Paul’s voice makes you jump. You turn around to see him towering over you.

“You’re still awake?” he asks and you nod. He eyes the window, which makes you follow his eyes and it’s daylight. You’re confused until you look down at your pad and realize that you captured the visualization of your near death experience. You quickly shut it and Paul is still staring at you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks. You shake your head, “I just need to sleep right now.” You climb into bed and this time you don’t face him. He’s worried.

You come out later in the day to see him lounging on a loveseat in Emily’s sitting room, watching a show. The show is soon forgotten when you enter, he keeps his eyes on you as you walk closer to him. He pulls and sits you on his lap. He looks at you for a minute as you see what show he’s exactly watching. You still feel his eyes on you and this makes you chuckle a bit, “What?”

He doesn’t match your playful energy. “You know you can talk to me.”

“Yeah. I know.” you say and nod your head and squeeze his knee, letting him know you understand.

At night, you kept staring at the ceiling. No matter how late, no matter how much you did in a day, you weren’t settled. You only waited for daylight. It kind of reminded you of the times you sneakily watched scary movies as a kid.

The eyes under your bags were more and more noticeable. At breakfast, Sam ordered Paul and Jared to patrol the area as he stays back. They ask why, Sam never missed patrol. Not even for Emily.

“Just do what I say.” he says authoritatively.

It’s just you and Sam left at the table, Emily is running errands for the day.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” he asks patiently.

“Nothing?” you say, trying to sound confused. You soon realize Sam’s alpha nature.

“You haven’t been sleeping. It’s all in your face. You jump at loud noises now. You haven’t really talked about what happened at the cliffs.” he says. You just sit there. Hearing what he’s saying, “You should talk to someone so you don’t have to make yourself forget.”

“I..Don’t have anything to say about what happened.” you tell him, leaning back in your chair and pulling your lip into your mouth.

“You can ask questions. You can open up. I’m not all mean and scary.” he says to lift your spirits.

“I know,” you say as you crack a smile, “I just wish…never mind.” you shake your head.

“No, go on. What were you about to say?” he says, encouraging you on. You sigh and look down.

“Is it bad that.. I don’t think I can get used to this supernatural world.” you say honestly. You felt guilty but also relieved that you no longer have to hold it in anymore. Sam just nods in a non judging manner. You feel more comfortable to let your feelings out.

“I really like Paul a lot but I miss when things were more normal. I miss when this was just in the unknown. I want to be there for him, but I just don’t know what to do. I feel like I lost my grip on control. A grip on my life.” you say and Sam strokes his chin in thought.

“Have you talked to him about this?” he says and your heart thuds a bit. You shake your head.

“I can’t. He will take it the wrong way. I might slip up and say the wrong thing.” you say with your eye contact focusing on the hands in front of you.

“I doubt it. Just tell him how you feel.” he says. Moments of silence pass comfortably and the hustle and bustle of both Jared and Paul is heard. You look down and Paul leans down and kiss your neck. You give him a weak smile.

Sam is talking with Jared but he gives you a look. You muster up a squeeze of confidence and ask Paul to take a walk with you.

You’re automatically clutching his arm, walking side by side with him.

“Are you alright?” he asks as he looks at the sky.

You were going to say yes but you chose other words instead. “I don’t know, to be honest.”

He turns his head to look at you, “What don’t you know?”

You hesitantly answered, “I don’t think…I mean, I don’t know..” you sigh and try again, “I just miss my normal way of life, I guess.” you say.

“Me too.” he mutters.

“I don’t know if I can get used to it.” you say as the footsteps start to halt.

“It’s pretty trippy, I’ll give you that.”

“What happens if I…” you look at the trees trailing off.

“What?” Paul asks as he looks into the distance.

“So, as long as I’m an imprint or apart of the pack, cold ones will come after me?” you ask. His eyes flicker to yours, “As long as you’re human.”

“What happens if you what?” he says, not forgetting what you were about to say. His gaze is intense, intimidating you.

You wring your fingers, “Um.. spend some time away from La Push.” you say in a small voice. He flickers his eyes away, slightly shaking his head. Looking down, he clenched his fists, now stepping on an insect.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to leave you.” you tell him but he glared at you.

“Leaving La Push is leaving me. I’m stuck here, Y/N.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. You then choose to fold your arms and pay attention to the bird that’s on your focus.

He chuckles at bitter laugh, “Was that what you were talking with Sam about?”

“He was just checking up on me. I just..Let out how I feel. I can’t help how I feel. I think you should be more patient with that.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “You should take your own advice.”

You throw your arms up slightly, “I almost died.”

“Every time I shift, death is a possibility.” he says deadpanned.

“I can’t sleep. I’m always scared. I can’t take it anymore.” you say and you didn’t mean to crumble your face, but you let it out on your hands. Pulling your hands from your face, he lets you cry it out on his chest.

“If I could leave, believe me, I would.” he says softly as he rubs your back.

After you wipe your face with your hands and with the help of his thumbs, you both turn back to the house.

He rattles the box of chess and you join him on the bed. He sets up his pieces, with you being in charge of the white team this time. He waits for you to go first. There was silence throughout the entire game. You secretly liked the silence. It let you to just be. You didn’t know what your future entailed anymore. This moment though, you felt you had control. Moving the pieces around the board in your favor.

You were very close to winning, but Paul wasn’t letting that happen. He cackles with satisfaction as you toss a pillow at him. Thanking him for the reason of your uplifted mood.

Sam comes in and urgency needs Paul outside. They have to watch out for a predicted shifter. Billy Black’s son. You heard of him, heard of the respect that Billy Black carried and began to understand. He strips, hands you his clothes with a passionate kiss and shifts into the woods.

You sit at the table with Emily as she drinks tea.

“It’s such a shame more young boys have to face this destiny.” she says. You nod and rest your face on your hands.

”What triggers it?”

“Cold ones in the area. It activates the bloodline to protect.” She simply explains and takes a careful sip.

You choose to look out of the window.

As days and weeks pass by as they monitor the young boy, you see some sort of lightness in that time frame. You had your assignment submitted, the editor in chief called and wanted to hook you up with showcasing your art to a well known gallery. The only problem, it was out of town. You needed to think on that.

Paul let you know he gets the keys to his new place next week.

“I’m so happy for you. Do you feel good?” you say with a beaming smile.

He showcases a smile that makes your heart melt instantly and nods, “It can finally just be us.”

Kim reached out and apologized. “You’re like a sister to me. I was so out of line.”

“It’s okay. Shit is crazy right now anyways.” you say and chuckle to yourself. You invite her over.

As the boys are away from patrol, you both help Emily with dinner. Sensing Paul coming in soon, your heart speeds up a bit. Sam comes through the door and kissed Emily senseless. Paul came in and cupped your cheeks and crushed his lips on you.

Kim and Jared just sat the table looking at each other. You move to the side and also sit at the table.

“It’s nice to have you over, Kim.” Sam says as he digs into his food.

“Its nice to be here.” Kim says quietly.

Forks scraping fills in the silence. It was painfully awkward. Jared just steals glances at Kim here and there.

“I have to go out of town for a couple of days.” You announce because the silence was too much.

“What for?” Paul asks.

You explain the opportunity that was presented to you.

“I love that for you.” Kim says smiling.

“I bet you do.” Paul says to her coldly.

“Paul.” Emily says to him with seriousness.

“Whats the problem?” You ask.

“We’ll talk later.” he says and gets up to put his plate away.

“Don’t let him talk you out of it.” Kim says. Your eyes grow big at her when she makes the statement. Paul clatters the plate down in the sink loud.

“You need to mind your fucking business.” he growls out.

“Paul just chill out man.” Jared says trying his best to be a mediator.

“I don’t even know why she’s here!” he says, and looks dead at her, “We all know your own imprint does not want you.”

You face palm as gasps surround the room and Jared just looks down. Kim’s face goes blank.

“Paul, outside.” Sam orders him and follows him out.

“I’m sorry about that Kim.” You go on to say. She shakes her head, “I thought we were going somewhere. You really don’t want me?”

Jared walks to her, “It’s not that I don’t want you, Kim..I feel like you don’t open up with me. I like to have fun and make people laugh. I’m not going to lie but…how should I say this?” He trails off.

“Kim, you don’t show him your real personality.” you say to her. Jared gives you a thank you with his eyes. Kim looks down, “I’m just nervous around you, that’s all.” Jared looks at her as if he understands, “You can be yourself with me, Kim.”

Just then, Sam and Paul comes back in. Paul’s face is softened up but you know that he’s still feeling a bit bitter. Sam jerks his head in Kim’s direction.

Paul didn’t want to. He looks at her so dirty that it made you feel bad for her. “Sorry.” he mutters barely audible without looking at her and storms off into his bedroom and slams the door. Sam sighs tiredly and looks to the ceiling.

“I can take you home.” Jared says and Kim smiles excitedly at that.

“Now, what was that?” You ask Paul as you move into the room, looking at him stare at a spot on the wall.

He shakes his head and scoffs.

“What?” you say and nudge his shoulder.

He scrunched his face, “Nothing. I’m going to bed. Sam is probably going to make us get up before the sun comes up.” he then turns over to go to sleep.

You shake his shoulder slightly, “Paul come on. You’re being overdramatic and you were rude.”

“I was not. I don’t just go off on people for no reason.”

“Okay, so what’s the reason.” you ask, having a feeling it’s some lame excuse. Silence sets in for a minute as you try to stay patient.

“You won’t believe me anyway.” he says quietly.

“Paul just say it.” you say, starting to get agitated.

“If this cause chaos, just know it was you who asked for it.” he says and grabs his phone. You watch him the entire time as he scrolls for some time. Before he hands you the phone, he faces it towards his chest, and he looks at you with seriousness.

“Remember when you told me Kim’s cousin had a party in Neah Bay?”

You nod, not knowing where this is going.

He hands you the phone and you hesitantly take it, eyeing him confused. “Read it.” he says. They’re obviously screenshots.

“I’m bringing my friend. She’s into art too.”

“What does she look like ?”

*picture attachment* “Her name is Y/N.”

“Damn she’s cute. She’s single right?”

“Shes not but if you talk to her good, she will be down with you.”

“Idk about that lol i’m not trying to get into ANY fights over a girl”

“You’re all the way in Neah Bay. The guy she’s with will only just drag her into his lowlife lifestyle. You saw how talented she is”

“Yeah but I don’t know if I should trust that”

“Just at least give her an idea to leave him”

”Thats crazyyy lmaoo” “No trust me. She wants to leave La Push to pursue her art seriously but he’s trapping her there. I just want her to hurry up and save herself before she gets knocked up by him :/ ”

The messages end and you look at his furious eyes.

“Who is this?” you say, “Who is she texting?” Refusing to believe.

“My cousin. He’s from there and was going to that same party. He sent that to me. Okay, look.” He takes the phone out of your grasp, scrolls some more. Then hands it back to you. It’s between Paul and his cousin now.

“Want to see what she looks like?”

“She’s probably ugly”

“Shut up” *picture attachment*

“Are you trying to be funny”

“? ? No”

“Fuck you”

“What? I’m serious. Her friend is just trying to hooking us up. Why are you mad? Do you know her or something ?”

“You’re dumb as hell. That’s MY gf “What’s her friend’s name?”

“Kim.” *screenshot attachment*

You look up and he’s giving you a “I told you so” look.

You look to the wall and you have nothing to say.

“And that’s your “friend” right?” he says to you.

You get up, feeling overwhelmed and grab your valuable items that you brought.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

You go to him, kiss him to let him know you’re not mad at him. You pull back and open his bedroom door, “I need to go home.”

He follows you out, calling for you to come back. You’re ignoring him while walking and he catches up to you and grabs your arm but you shrug it off hard, feeling irritated.

“Just leave me alone. Like, I’m serious. I need to be by myself right now or else I’ll be shitty to you so please…” you say and you continue walking.

Nothing was seemed as what it seemed. Fuming, you make your way back to your house. Paul called but you didn’t answer. You just text him.

“Let me think.”

He texts back like lightening, immediately reading your message.

“You’ll think yourself into a conniption”

You roll your eyes and place your phone some place where you can’t reach with it arm length. You grab your headphones and turn on some music. You just wanted a time in your life where you wasn’t so surprised that it was life altering. You lie there as music pumps through your ears, leaking into your head, thinking about why couldn’t your life be simple?

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cardgamerz · 24 days ago

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hey nova!!! this is crazy specific but what about a small little fluff about christmas with the schlatters!!! :)

YES. YES I CAN!

his initial on a chain 'round my neck

(not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me)

notes: jschlatt fluff, x reader, family with no names or anything idk im just making shit up, christmas, found family?, taylor swift reference lol

“C’mon, J! Don’t be a spoilsport, put it on!”

Schlatt groaned, but one stern look from his mother was all it took to silence him. He acquiesced, albeit begrudgingly, and tugged on the sweater, shaking his head all the while.

You squealed in delight at the sight of him, immediately whipping your camera out and going, “Say cheese!”

He did NOT say cheese, but rather stared straight into the lens being pointed at him and stuck his tongue out.

You snapped a photo anyways. You checked it to make sure it was in focus. There he was, looking disgruntled despite the bright pink sweatshirt he wore bearing the word “MEOW” in large, flowery print. That was totally going in your next Instagram post.

“Alright, alright, someone else open something now. How ‘bout you unwrap that one from me, babe?”, he said, gesturing under the tree to an impressively well-wrapped (by his standards, at least) little box with a big red bow on top.

You stretched out from your spot on the floor to reach it, accidentally jostling his sister’s legs along the way. “Oops, sorry. I have no control over any of my limbs.”

She laughed gently before reassuring you, “I grew up with THAT,” she pointed at Schlatt’s large figure, “Trust me, I’m used to long arms and legs being up in my space.”

“Hey! I can’t help it!”, came Schlatt’s reply.

You grabbed the box and settled back down next to him, reaching up to pantomime zipping his lips shut. “Be nice. It’s Christmas!”

“She started-“

“Nope, your lips are zipped and I have the key. You have to be quiet.”

The look he gave you was nothing short of unimpressed, but he shut his mouth all the same.

You plucked the bow off of the present in your hands and promptly deposited it atop Schlatt’s unruly hair to his immense chagrin. You ripped the wrapping paper off greedily, impatient to see what he had gotten you.

And immediately gasped the moment you saw a familiar shade of blue peeking through the ruined paper.

“…there’s no way. “ You looked up at him with wide eyes, then whipped your head around to gauge the reactions of the rest of his family. From the knowing smiles on their faces, you could tell that he had already told them about this particular present.

Hands shaking, you gently removed the lid of the box and uncovered a dainty silver chain adorned with a single, disc-shaped charm. Engraved on it was a single letter- J.

You lifted it off of the cushion it was nestled upon and held it up, examining it. The lights from the Christmas tree reflected off of its surface, causing little spots of gold to dance across your field of vision.

“Do you like it?” His voice cut through your reverie.

You looked at him as if he’d grown another head. “Do I— of COURSE I like it, you idiot!”

You threw your arms around him, fingers still clutching tightly to the necklace. He let out a quiet ‘oof’ at the impact, but quickly recovered, bringing his own arms up to cradle you.

“See, I told you she’d like it, dude. Women love that sort of stuff,” his brother said from his position on the couch.

“You don’t even know WHY, though,” said his sister in a tone laced with exasperation. “Don’t try to take credit.”

His dad cut in, swiftly putting a stop to the brewing sibling argument. “Alright, let’s not argue. We’re all very glad you like it, hon. He was agonizing over it for weeks…kept asking us if we were certain you wouldn’t think it was cheesy.”

A noise of affirmation escaped from his mom’s throat, her eyes warm as she observed your glee.

You pulled back from Schlatt’s embrace and grinned up at his parents. “Aw, was he really nervous? That’s so cute.”

Schlatt groaned again. “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I’m glad you like it. I’m not really up to date with all the…pop culture stuff…but I know you like that song by the girl—“ “Do you mean TAYLOR SWIFT?” “—yeah, yeah the girl. So I thought you’d appreciate it.”

His complete lack of awareness of what went on in the world was endearing, but it was that paired with his determination to please you that made the gift all the more heartwarming. He had no fucking clue exactly how much it meant to you, but he had gotten it anyways just because he knew it’d make you happy.

You looked around the room, taking in the cozy decor and the loving faces of the family around you, and for once, you felt at home.

#jschlatt #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt fluff #fanfic #schlatt

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unknownmind98 · 3 months ago

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a love song over time - part 2

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60645565/chapters/156803041

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Opening the cabinet Chloe fetches out some fresh towels, she’s getting ready for a shower when she receives a notification. Bundling the towels under her arm, she fetches the phone from her pocket and scans over it, a smile growing as she does.

Beca (11.13am) bug found a new friend (picture attachment)

It’s an adorable picture of Bella holding a large panda plush, one nearly the size of the young girl. She’s grinning ear to ear with her face pushed against it. Her bright blue eyes sparkling as she giggles at Beca. Chloe feels warmth swarm around her heart as she gazes over it.

Earlier that morning Chloe briefly mentioned needing groceries so Beca, being the darling that she is, gathered Bella for an impromptu road trip down to the store. Chloe tried to protest but eventually gave in as the brunette and her daughter threatened her with endless tickles if she tried to stop them. So as Bella scurried off in search of her shoes, Chloe couldn’t stop herself from leaning in and pecking Beca’s cheek. Taking note of the faint blush that appeared there.

Receiving another text, she’s broken from her daze. She shakes her head fondly as she reads over the message.

Beca (11.16am) She was too cute so I gave in and bought her it

Chloe (11.16am) Becccaaa she has enough toys already lol

Beca (11.17am) Shush woman, there can never be enough

Beca (11.18am) ….in my defence, she used the Chloe Beale eyes on me

Chloe (11.19am) The what? Lol

Beca (11.19am) The Chloe Beale eyes. That shit you do when you want something?

Chloe (11.20am) ??

Beca (11.21am) The big doe eyed look?

Chloe (11.22am) No idea what ur on about bec..

Beca (11.23am) Uh huh… don’t try to play dumb with me beale lol

Chloe (11.24am) Hey! If they work, then who am I to question it

Beca (11.25am) I knew it

Beca (11.26am) We’ll be back soon btw!

Chloe (11.28am) okay. Im gonna shower now so I’ll see you when ur back x

Chloe (11.29am) maybe if ur back in time, you can join me ;) just like old times

Beca (11.30am) tempting. Want me to sing titanium too? x

Chloe snorts out a laugh before clicking out of the messages. She searches for a playlist and finds herself picking one Beca made for the Bellas when they were in college.

As the first song plays, Maroon 5’s Payphone, Chloe strips down and turns the shower on. While waiting for the water to warm, she hums along to the tune and chuckles as she remembers it playing at the infamous Treble parties. When they were so young and full of life, she thinks. When Fat Amy would make one of her mystery jugs, full of all kinds of liquids. When Aubrey would let her hair down and dance the night away with her and Stacie. These were the days when Chloe would knock down Beca’s walls brick by brick. She can still feel the rush she’d get when she learned something new about her.

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The bathroom is steamed up when she walks out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around her, she runs another one lightly through her hair, partially drying it before stepping through the door into her room.

She pauses in front of her wardrobe and flicks through it, contemplating what to wear for this evening. She’s humming along to We Found Love when she hears the door creak open from downstairs with a faint “We’re back!”

She calls down saying she’s in her room before going back to searching. Huffing in annoyance when she can’t find anything, she crosses her arms.

“Didn’t realize we were in 2012.”

The voice startles her, and she whips round, finding Beca leaned against the door with an amused smirk. She’s sipping on a juice pouch, and gives a cheeky grin, “Damn did I miss the shower?”

Chloe composes herself before shrugging nonchalantly, “You snooze you lose, Bec,” she baits, repeating the brunette’s words from the previous night. Closing the wardrobe, she turns towards the vanity and reaches for a hairbrush.

As she’s detangling the knots in her hair, her movements still. Her breath hitches as a soft touch draws along her bare shoulder.

Beca cautiously dances her fingers along the redhead’s skin, gauging her reaction. Carefully, she makes her way behind Chloe, her hand continuing its path.

Chloe’s heart pounds from the contact, igniting electricity through her body. And she inhales sharply as she feels the woman place a tender kiss on her left shoulder. Beca pauses before delicately placing another one, this time closer to Chloe’s neck.

Chloe’s eyes shut instinctively, and she drops the hairbrush to the floor. Her left hand comes up and hooks itself around Beca’s neck, impulsively pulling her closer.

Beca lets herself be guided to the next kiss in the curve Chloe’s neck, before slowly trailing her mouth towards her jaw. She lets her lips rest momentarily, her breathing shallow.

“Beca…” Chloe whispers. Beca’s hands fall to the redhead’s hips, gripping them as Chloe turns her head, resisting the urge to close the distance.

Their breathing blends into one as their lips linger over each other’s, Chloe waiting in anticipation. She feels embarrassed to admit it, but ever since their kiss she’s been worked up. She hasn’t had such delicate and loving contact like this in years. A part of her is terrified by what it means, yet the other part is excited.

Chloe can’t deny it, she feels alive.

She feels Beca’s lips twist into a smirk and suddenly has the urge to wipe it off her face.

So, she does.

Closing the distance between them, Chloe plants her lips firmly against the brunettes.

Beca sighs into the kiss, her hands tightening around Chloe’s waist. The redhead shifts in Beca’s arms, so she’s facing her directly. The movement briefly separating their lips, but not for long as Chloe leans back in.

Beca’s hands drift from Chloe’s waist to cradle her face, deepening the kiss. She feels Chloe gripping her flannel, pulling her closer and smiles. It’s returned as the kiss naturally breaks with Chloe’s smile mirrored against hers.

They’re breathing heavily, eyes remaining closed and hands still in place.

It’s Beca who pulls back first. Her eyes hooded as she opens them to see Chloe, who’s already looking back with a small grin, her damp hair framing her face.

“Beale…” Beca utters under her breath with a short chuckle.

Chloe giggles, toying with the girl’s shirt. “Yeah?” She whispers, vaguely smirking.

Beca lightly shakes her head, struggling to find the correct words “That…was…”

Chloe nods, her fingers playing with the buttons on the flannel, “I agree.”

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The trio decide to walk to the fair as it’s nearby. The winter sun is just dipping below the trees cascading onto them. The glare making Chloe and Bella’s hair more vibrant, Beca thinks. The pathway below them sprinkled with snow, their feet crunching with each step.

They’re holding Bella’s hands as she walks in between them. She’s chatting away about the Christmas project they were doing in school, oblivious to the glances the two women are sneaking towards each other.

“Momma look!” Bella exclaims excitedly, her hand loosening from Beca’s to point. Chloe’s gaze drifts towards the colourful lights blinking in the near distance. She feels Bella tug on her hand impatiently. “Let’s gooooo!” She whines, her tugging relentless, and Chloe is just about to give her a stern warning but is cut short as Beca jumps in with a ‘race you!’ to Bella.

Chloe just stands momentarily in place and watches as they run towards the fair. Her daughter giggling as she looks back at Beca behind her.

As much as she wanted to teach Bella to be patient, she must admit the sight before her is adorable. Beca slowing herself down to let Bella lead, and Bella all smiles and laughter.

With the recent events that have occurred Chloe can’t help but wonder… What if? She finds herself fantasizing about what life would look like if it were like this every day. How she’d wake up with Beca draped behind her, asking for 5 more minutes of sleep before getting up for the day. Chloe would jokingly protest but snuggle in closer to her. They’d lay there in their own world before Bella comes bundling in and flopping down on the bed beside them. She’d comically tell them about her dream, and they’d swap gazes between them, a fond smile on their faces. Eventually Chloe would watch as Beca lazily shuffles out of the bed to prepare breakfast for them. She’d hear Beca call to them from the kitchen saying it’s ready and when she enters the kitchen Beca would sweep in and pull her lovingly into a kiss-

“Momma!”

Chloe’s broken from her daze as Bella’s voice rings out. Blinking rapidly, she catches sight of her daughter waiting for her beside the entrance to the fair, Beca standing beside her watching on amusingly.

“You okay Beale?” The brunette asks as she nears them.

Nodding, she sidles up beside them, “Yeah.” Placing her hands on Bellas shoulders, she leans down slightly, “Ready to go have fun?”

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“Fuck me,”

“Beca!” Chloe glares, “My daughter is right here.”

“Sorry!” Beca’s voice a higher pitch than usual.

They are currently on the Ferris wheel. Bella sits beside her mom with Beca across from them. The two redheads watching entertainingly as Beca holds onto the railing for dear life.

“You okay Bec?” Chloe asks, trying her best to contain her giggle.

“I am fine Beale.” Beca states, trying to remain neutral, but as the wheel ascends, she squeaks slightly. Her grip on the railing so firm, that her knuckles begin to turn a lighter shade. “Ohmygod, I’m going to die…”

“Just like that bear trap all over again, huh?” Chloe teases.

Beca shoots her a stern look, “Do not test me, Chlo.”

Chloe leans down towards Bella and whispers something in her ear. Seconds later the girl is shuffling across the seats and slots in beside the brunette.

“Momma says you’re scared.” She says, looking at her so sincere and innocently. Her little hand comes up and eases Beca’s from the railing. “When I’m scared, I like to hold Momma’s hand.” She explains holding onto Beca’s.

Beca’s heart just about melts from her kind and loving nature and fondly thinks about how she gets it from her mother. “Thank you bug.” She says, softly squeezing Bella’s hand noting how her heart has stopped beating so fast. Her gaze flickers to Chloe who’s watching on warmly.

Beca slides her foot across the metallic floor of the booth and nudges it against Chloe’s before resting it alongside her. Chloe feels butterflies from the small touch. She peeks over the railing, gazing down upon the fair. The multicoloured lights from the attractions reflect in her eyes rendering them brighter than they already are. She notices that even in the darker evening, the view of the river nearby is visible, the streetlights emitting flickers on the gentle waves.

“This view is beautiful,” she says looking back towards Beca. “Don’t you think?” She asks and finds the brunette only looking at her. Beca simply nods and replies with a gentle, “Yeah.” Chloe bites her lip and pulls her coat closer to her chin to hide the growing blush on her cheeks.

If anyone asks, she’ll blame the cold weather.

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Beca’s stay comes to an end far too quickly for either of their liking. Their weekend spent together flying by in the blink of an eye.

As Chloe drives them to the airport, she looks in the rearview mirror to see Bella asleep in the back and smiles fondly. Her fingers tapping along to the radio, which is on low volume as to not disturb Bella.

Though she can’t help the dull ache she feels in her heart with the brunette leaving so soon. After the fair yesterday, they spent the remainder of their night and earlier today playing board games and watching movies. It wasn’t until she saw Beca’s furrowed brows from across the couch that worried her.

“Everything okay?” She had quizzed. And Beca sighed saying it was her boss needing her for the studio tomorrow. Chloe nodded and understood that her job was demanding and said she could leave her to the airport. As she was helping Beca gather her things, she found herself pulling her into a tight hug.

“I’ll miss you.” Chloe mumbled into the curve of her neck.

Beca softly smiled and tugged her tighter, “Don’t worry Beale, I’ll be back soon.” She replied, placing a kiss on her cheek.

Pulling into the parking space at the airport, Chloe powers down the car, leaving a beat of silence as the radio shuts off. She glances over to see Beca fiddling with the sleeves of her jacket and so reaches over to gently lock hands with her.

“I wish I could stay longer,” Beca says quietly, careful not to wake Bella.

“Me too,” Chloe replies squeezing her hand, staring at them as she does. “But like you said,” She looks at Beca,” you’ll be back soon.” She reassures, her voice filled with hope.

The crease in Beca’s brows fades as she grins, “Damn right.” And raising their joined hands, she gives Chloe’s a peck. “I should go.”

“I know.” The redhead nods, understandingly.

But neither of them moves for a moment, their gazes gently locked on each other. And it’s almost as if time itself stops. The only reminder that time is still in fact moving is by the shuffling outside the car.

Unable to resist Beca leans in and plants a kiss on Chloe’s cheek, letting it linger before pulling away. “I’ll see you soon,” she whispers detangling their hands. As she shifts over to open the door, there’s a smile peeking through and Beca barely has her hand on the handle before she’s being pulled back in, her lips melting into Chloe’s.

Chloe’s hands rise to rest on Beca’s face as she kisses her deeply. Beca stabilises herself by holding onto Chloe’s arms, sighing contently into the kiss.

When they pull back, their foreheads are rested against each other, and Beca chuckles, “I really need to get going Chlo.” Their lips grazing each other as she whispers, as if she speaks any louder, it’ll burst their bubble.

Briefly closing her eyes, Chloe bites her lip and smirks, “I know, I just-”

She doesn’t get the chance to finish as Beca’s lips are back on hers. The brunette not caring if she’s late.

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Surely, it’s all just a dream?

Is what Beca thinks as she lands back in New York.

She’s walking towards the exit of the airport in a slight daze as she replays the events of the weekend over and over in her head.

It’s only when she sees Jesse’s car parked out front when she comes back to the real world.

“Hey nerd.” He greets with his goofy grin as she flops into the passenger side.

“Dudeee.” She drawls, head falling into the headrest.

“Good weekend?” He grins cheekily and Beca looks to him and lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, “You have no idea.”

And so that’s how the two end up at Beca’s apartment, one of Jesse’s movies on and beers in hand as the brunette tells him all the details as if they’re two teenage girls at a sleepover.

One would think it’s odd being friends with an ex and talking about these things with each other. But they both realized very quickly that being together was a no-go and called it quits the summer after the first ICCA championships. They felt it was like being with a sibling and it weirded them out. Not to mention Beca’s raging toner for a certain redhead at the time. But now years later, their ‘relationship’ (if you could even call it that) is something neither acknowledge, as it was only a speckle in their friendship.

Jesse, a now successful indie movie scorer, has a lovely, beautiful girlfriend of 4 years, named Amber. They have a cat together and he’s confided in Beca recently that he’s been picking out engagement rings. She couldn’t be happier for him.

“About damn time,” Jesse says, taking a swig of his beer. He’s slouched in the armchair beside the sofa, a dark green and beaten-up recliner that they found on marketplace for free. It’s got scratches and stains she’d rather not think about but it’s so comfy and soft that it balances it out. And of course, Beca knows she could get a new one, but she’s had it since her first month living alone in her apartment, so she’s grown attached.

She rolls her eyes, and chuckles, ignoring his words.

“No, I’m serious!” He exclaims sitting up, “I’m surprised it took this long.”

Beca furrows her eyebrows, “Why do you say that?” She asks.

Jesse sighs and is the one to roll his eyes this time, “As much as I love you Bec, and I do with all my heart,” He begins, a sickly-sweet tone to his voice, “But you are probably the dumbest person I know.” He says bluntly.

“Hey!”

“It’s true!” He doubles down, setting his beer on the coffee table in front of them. “You were so oblivious in college man.”

Beca takes a sip of her beer and stares at him weirdly, “Oblivious?”

Jesse nods, “She was all over you.” And he says it like it was the most obvious thing. “But as usual,” he continues, “You being you.” He points his beer at her, “-were blind and saw nothing.”

“You know I sometimes wonder why I put up with you,” Beca says, trying to ignore his words.

“Deflect all you want Bec, but I’m telling you dude, it was only a matter of time.”

And so that’s how Beca ends up lying in bed that night, just around an hour after Jesse leaves, thinking about her college days.

Or more specifically, her moments with Chloe.

And boy was there countless of them.

It’s almost overwhelming trying to put them in order.

The first is the shower incident.

Wait no, it would be the activities fair. Back when they first met.

Autumn 2012 (Activities Fair)

“Oh, what about her!” Chloe exclaims excitedly, catching a glimpse of a brooding alternative girl.

Aubrey tuts beside her, shaking her head in disgust “No. She’s so not Bella material.”

But Chloe ignores her and as the girl walks by, she cheerfully holds out a Barden Bellas flyer, “Hi! Any interest in auditioning for our acapella group?” She asks, her eyes wide and gleaming with hope.

The brunette girl stops curiously, pulling her headphones down across her neck. “Acapella?” She smirks, amused, “Oh right, so this is like a thing now.” She eyes the flyer.

Chloe bobs her head, “Totes.” She confirms, “We sing covers of songs but without any instruments, it’s all from our mouths.” And she gestures to her lips for emphasis, adding a wink.

Beca eyebrows raise, and she mutters a quiet, “wow.”

As she reaches for the flyer, she finds her arm being held and suddenly she’s tugged forward. “Dude!” She barely gets to protest as the redhead is beaming.

“OMG, you have a bug tattoo!” She exclaims examining the girl’s arm, her fingers lightly tracing over it. It’s a fine lined grasshopper. “So do I.” And she’s placing her wrist in front of Beca, showcasing her small ladybug tattoo oblivious to the blush rising up the brunette’s neck.

“Nice,” Beca nods, taking her arm back and crossing them, slightly taken aback by her abruptness.

Present Day (Beca’s Apartment)

Beca lays awake revisiting that moment, Chloe did seem very forward. But she always put it down to the redhead trying to recruit members for the Bellas. So, she shakes her head and shifts onto her side and thinks Jesse is on drugs with his batshit theory. That was just Chloe being Chloe. Nothing else, nothing more. Right?

Though she can’t help but remember the Bellas bonding nights, and how Chloe would practically be attached to her hip. Not to mention hen was the relentless teasing from the Bellas deeming them ‘Aca-wives.’ And thinking back now she does realize how Chloe ran along with it, almost as if she liked it.

Beca liked it too, but she wouldn’t ever admit that to the Bellas.

And as she shifts onto her back, attempting to sleep, she remembers a very specific bonding night. It was their final one in senior year just before Christmas.

She had just come back from a bad day at the internship, and Chloe had found her in her room all moody and gloomy and was able to bring a smile to her face.

Winter 2015 (Christmas Bonding Night)

Today totally sucked, Beca thinks.

Her boss, Sammy, at Residual Heat basically told her she was boring and untalented. Well, he technically didn’t say those exact words, but he might as well have.

Beca’s walking with her head hung low, tail between her legs as she shuffles towards the Bellas house. She feels like shit, and she knows tonight is their last Bellas bonding night before the Christmas break, so she waits outside the door for a few moments to collect herself before entering. She can hear the chattering and hollering from the girls inside and wonders just what chaos is ensuing.

Mainly worrying what concoctions Amy has in store.

She shakes the snow from her boots before opening the door and is greeted with Flo wrapping the staircase in dark green and maroon tinsel. The girl waves to her before going back to fighting with the shiny foil.

As Beca continues throughout the house, she passes Cynthia Rose and Lily trying to place decorations on the Christmas tree. Fat Amy can be heard from the kitchen telling Stacie to ‘pass the vodka.’ Jessica and Ashely are found at the dining room table setting it up for their Bellas Beer Pong tournament that evening. It’s a tradition.

Beca grabs a bottle of beer from the multi-pack that is set on the table beside the two and she greets them before making her way towards the top floor where her and Amy’s room is.

Twisting the cap off, she takes a swig of it as she passes Flo again on the stairway. As she walks along the hallway, she stops as she hears singing come from the room across. A small grin forms as she listens to Chloe hum along to Timber.

As she reaches her room, she slouches the satchel off her shoulder letting it fall to the floor before sitting at her desk, placing the beer on it. She kicks her boots off and shuffles out of her leather jacket, letting it drape over the back of the chair before running a hand through her hair.

She lets her head rest along the back and grabs the drink again. She plays with the label as she stares at the wall ahead of her.

“But if you want to write “music producer” on your tax forms someday, then you need an original voice.”

Sammy’s words ring through her ears as she sips on her beer. Maybe she wasn’t good enough for this? Maybe her dad was right all those years ago. Maybe music was just a hobby.

A few soft taps on the stairwell take her out of her thoughts.

“Hey.” It’s Chloe. She stands at the banister, leaning against it as she watches Beca. “Everything okay?” And she asks so sincerely, that it makes Beca melt a little from just how well this girl knows her.

The brunette shrugs and shakes her head a little. “I’m okay,” she sighs, “just a really, really long day.”

Chloe takes a tentative step towards her, “I gathered.” And when Beca looks at her with raised brows, she continues, “You usually say hi on your way up.” She shrugs, looking slightly sheepish.

And it makes Beca snort, because of course Chloe would know her routine. Her lips find the beer again, and she gives a tiny smile. “You’re a nerd.”

Chloe rolls her eyes fondly and takes a seat on the end of the bed. She spins Beca’s chair round so that she’s facing her. “Wanna talk about it?” She asks softly.

Beca’s eyes find hers and she shakes her head again, “Not right now.”

Chloe nods and reaches forward to take the beer, “Okay.” She takes a sip and grimaces, making Beca chuckle. “I have no idea how you drink this.” And just like that she shifts the mood to a lighter tone.

Beca snatches the bottle back again and smirks, “I’ll convert you someday Beale, just you wait.”

“Sure, sure,” Chloe mumbles.

Standing Beca shifts to sit on the bed beside her, bouncing slightly. She sighs and flops onto her back, a little bit of beer spilling onto the sheets. “So…” She drawls, staring at the ceiling, her left hand coming up to rest behind her head. “What’s on the agenda for this evening.”

“Well,” Chloe props down beside her, her elbow bent as she leans on it. “Beer pong obviously.”

“-Of course.”

“Fat Amy said she wants to show us a new act she’s working on-” and Chloe giggles making Beca raise her brow. “-she’s calling this one Fat Amy Winehouse.”

Beca rolls her eyes and snorts as Chloe continues, “Apparently it’s gonna be the next big thing in America.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it.”

And as Chloe babbles on about their plans, Beca can’t help but watch her fondly. How she smiles and laughs with each bizarre game they’ve come up with. How she reaches for Beca’s beer throughout her talk even though she hates the taste, and sips on it.

She stops though once she realizes Beca’s staring.

“What?” Chloe asks, and she narrows her eyes at the girl. “Is there something on my face?”

Beca shakes her head and sits up, laughing, “No- no, you’re just-” and she stumbles over her words trying to find the right ones. “I don’t know, you’re just you.”

Chloe’s brows furrow, “I’m just me?” She mirrors Beca and sits up beside her. “Should I take that as a good thing or...?” She teases, leaning in slightly.

Beca winks, “Oh of course.” She replies, a cheeky smirk in place.

“I don’t trust that tone you’re using Mitchell.” The redhead jabs, playfully shoving her. “Feel like you’re mocking me.”

“I would never.”

Chloe hums, reaching for the beer again. She scrunches her face as she realizes it’s empty. “Shall we go fetch more?” She asks, waving the bottle around.

“Lead the way Beale.”

Setting the bottle aside, the redhead scoots off the bed and extends her hands to Beca. She wiggles her fingers impatiently and waits for the girl to oblige.

Rolling her eyes, Beca grabs her hands.

“You’re such a ner-” But she’s cut off as Chloe pulls her up abruptly. She stumbles into the giggling redhead. Her left hand falls out of Chloe’s grasp and so she quickly steadies herself by holding onto her waist instead.

“You’re an asshole did you know that?” Beca says, glaring at her. Even though she’s chuckling.

“I know,” Chloe laughs, her right arm coming up around Beca’s shoulder. “But you love me.” She teases.

And Beca’s heart momentarily stops as she notices their proximity. She watches as Chloe leans in, and she inwardly screams, heart rate suddenly picking up as the girl places her lips on Beca’s cheek before whispering into her ear. “Let’s get those drinks.”

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Beca (23.44pm) Okay so maybe you might’ve been right

Jesse (23.46pm) Told ya

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A/N: Andddd there’s part 2 folks. I’m officially on Christmas break now so I should get round to updating this faster! Thank you all for the comments on the last chapter, I really appreciate it. Until next time <3

#pitch perfect #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3

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manygeese · 3 months ago

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@lost-trio-week day 7: cozy

this is a wrap on lost trio week! had a blast doing this and seeing all the other works done for it! it was SUCH a pleasure to participate in! this really helped me get through finals week if im gonna be honest bc them finals were NOT finaling

~*~

Jason, Leo and Piper were watching a movie. That is, they were watching a movie until the power shut off.

Jason was laying across his partners, his head in Piper’s lap, falling asleep to the feeling of her braiding and unbraiding the longest parts of his hair and Leo’s warm hands massaging his shoulders. The movie was just white noise at that point, he couldn’t even remember what it was about. Was it one of Leo’s sci-fi films or one of Piper’s crime documentaries?

His eyes were already closed when the TV crackled and sputtered out. He was tempted to keep them shut, but Leo began poking him in the cheek repeatedly. “Jason. Hey, Jason.”

He let out a whine and snuggled further into Piper’s jeans. “What?”

“Did you screw with the power?”

“No.” Jason grabbed the hand that was assaulting his face and wove their fingers together. The hand tried to pull away, but he nipped at its wrist and pulled it towards him. He felt Leo fall against his back with a yelp. Piper snickered behind them.

She struggled to get up under their weight (mostly Jason’s, since Leo was built like a popsicle stick). After a few tries, she collapsed back onto the couch. “Leo, help me get our resident himbo off the couch so I can get a flashlight.”

Leo sat back up, flapping his hand around until Jason had to surrender it. That doesn’t mean he didn’t grumble about it, though. Leo lit his hand on fire, judging by the way the corner of Jason’s still shut eyes turned orange instead of pitch black. “Why can’t I just, y’know, set myself on fire?”

She shook her head with a sigh. “You’re gonna catch Jason’s hoodie on fire, that’s why.” Oh, that explained the heat he felt growing on his bicep!

“Oh, shit,” Leo hissed. The orange went away, and with it the warmth of the flame. “Sorry, hon.”

“S’okay,” Jason cooed. Little butterflies flew around in his stomach. Hon. He loved it when Leo called him that. Or when he called him anything, really.

“Leo? A little help?” Piper grunted, trying to lift Jason by his left shoulder. Warm hands tugged on his right. Together, they moved him a grand total of two inches. He could be stubborn when he wanted to be.

“Don’t make me do this, Jace,” Piper warned, grabbing him by the chin and turning it towards her face. His eyes opened slightly. She was leaning over him, making her hard to see since he didn’t have his glasses on, but he could make out her furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

He gave her a lovesick smile. “Do what?”

Piper huffed. She then pulled a 180 and began fluttering her eyelashes. “Jason, get the fuck off of me,” she said in a honeyed, heavily charmspeak-infused voice. He promptly got the fuck off of her, rolling onto the floor. “Thank you, babe.”

He let out a goofy chuckle. “You’re welcome.” Ooh, babe. They were spoiling Jason in the pet names department today. He closed his eyes again and listened to the sounds of his partners heading to the kitchen.

“Jason, how do you like your hot chocolate?” Leo called, being unnecessarily loud. Jason didn’t respond, instead opting to clamber back onto the couch and doze off there.

“Jason, sweetheart, darling, honey bunny, stop being a whiny baby and tell me how you want your hot chocolate.” There was the sound of a flame fwooming to life and the crshhh of a whipped cream can. “Or me and Piper will eat all your granola bars.”

Jason scoffed. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Hey, Pipes, I heard granola tastes really good with hot cocoa.”

“We should try it,” Piper laughed.

Jason got up and trudged to the kitchen. He was met with a whipped cream can in his face, rather than declarations of undying love. It left a dollop on his nose.

Leo giggled and smushed a chocolate chip into the center of it. “There. A masterpiece.”

Piper kissed the whipped cream off his nose, which he greatly appreciated. He leaned forward to get another, preferably on his lips, but she shoved a mini marshmallow into the space where his lips were parted. Leo cackled and stumbled forward, finally leaning up and cupping Jason’s face in his hands before kissing him. And sure, his marshmallow was stolen from him, but he couldn’t really complain.

Leo removed his hands from Jason’s face (which Jason whined at, because now he felt cold and also he just could) and started heating up a third mug of cocoa for him.

“How do you want it?” Piper asked, stirring the drink for him.

“Marshmallows. Do we have any blankets?” Jason lamented the fact that he would have to stay upright while he drank, because that meant he could no longer be in the ideal cuddling position.

“I’ll go get you some from the bedroom, hon,” Leo offered. Jason grabbed Piper’s hand me started pulling it in the same direction their boyfriend went, but she held fast.

“Just- let me- oh my god, Jace, let me put your marshmallows in and then we can go,” she laughed, knocking her shoulder against his. As soon as she was done, he practically dragged her to intercept Leo on his way back to the kitchen.

He found Leo with an armful of blankets, just getting out the bedroom door when Jason scooped him up and plopped him back down on the bed. His boyfriend squealed and kicked at him, but Jason was not about to let go. He pulled Leo’s back into his chest and slotted his head into the corner between his neck and shoulders. It was blissfully warm.

Piper grumbled behind them, something about feeling left out, before she tapped him on the shoulder and handed him his mug. He sat up slightly, only to chug the whole thing (not at all a wise decision, don’t try this at home, kids) and pull her over the edge of the bed. She fell horizontally across them, barely managing to keep the other two cups from spilling. “Jason! What the hell?”

“It’s cold. We should cuddle,” he explained simply.

“You’re cold. I should drink hot chocolate,” Leo reasoned, struggling to get out of Jason’s grasp. He wiggled in place for a moment until Jason gave him a firm squeeze around the midriff, prompting him to breathe out a laugh. He reached helplessly for Piper, who set the mugs on the nightstand and pulled on Leo’s arm. There was the sound of playful laughter which Jason had no choice but to join in. He rolled over, pressing Leo and into the bed, forcing an oof out of the man. “Piper! Save me!”

She giggled and wormed her way between Leo and Jason, prying the blond’s hands off of Leo’s waist. “Fear not, fair maiden! I shalt defend thine honor!” She declared, pushing Jason off the bed. He landed with a grunt and a chuckle. She grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled him back up.

“You won’t try to snuggle us to death again, right?” Leo asked warily.

Jason didn’t let go of Piper’s hand, reaching to collect one of Leo’s as well. “Mmm. No promises.”

Later in the evening, they were all cuddling in bed. Leo was in the middle, being hugged from either side by his partners since he was the warmest. Piper leaned slightly over the smaller man, her hair sprawled across the pillows. Jason made no effort to hide the fact that his nose was buried in it, breathing in the smell.

If he ever thought he had been cozy before, Jason was sorely mistaken, because this- this was cozy.

#jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #lost trio week #the lost trio #lost trio #jasipereo

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99hook · 2 years ago

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I can request a hook x female here where someone try attacking the fem readers to get to hook aka using the reader to get under his skin like when the reader has a match as she half way through her match when someone( your choice )run of the tunnel and attack her and hook save her

someone ( anyone your choice )interrupt Hook match with the big screen showing the reader being attacked as everyone knows they are dating 😭

I hope this makes sense and I love your works

This is perfect to write right in the middle of the junglehook feud

Warnings: angst, cursing, protective!hook, blood, he gets real violent and absolutely feral sis

You’d just won against Anna, but only had about five seconds after your music hit before Jack was doing a slow walk through the tunnel, his sights set on you.

You stared him down as he approached the ring and as soon as he slid under the ropes, you lunged towards him, jabbing your fists into every visible part of his chest before he blocked your next hits and spun you around, restraining your arms.

That’s when you saw Anna standing in front of you with a mischievous grin and heard jack say, “Fuck her up!”

But she only got the chance to rear her arm back before Chairman’s Intent played through the arena and Jack immediately dropped you to the canvas, whipping around only to find Hook racing towards the ring.

Jack and Anna slid out the other side of the ring and both took off over the barricade and through the crowd. Hook kneeled down next to you and searched your face for any visible sign of pain. His eyes were dark and furious but his voice was as gentle as his touch when he grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head and he eyed you over to make sure, then nodded before he held onto your hand and helped you out the ring.

“He’s taking this shit too far” he mutters when you get back stage. “He’s lucky I was in the viewing room and not right back stage or I would’ve fucked him up the second he stepped out of that tunnel.”

He glanced over at you, taking note of your silence.

“Are you positive he didn’t hurt you?” He asked with a cold, stern edge.

“He didn’t. He just pissed me off.”

“Oh trust me, me too.” He stops in front of the locker room door. “From now on, im ringside for all your matches. He wants to play with his life, then I’ll play with it.”

You could only nod back, knowing there was nothing that you could really say that would soften the coldness he has towards his ex-best friend. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your forehead before he brushed past you.

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The next week, in the middle of his match, Jack’s tacky symphony hit and Hook was ready to race up the ramp. However, Jack didn’t come out and he should’ve known he wouldn’t.

The big screen started playing and there he saw Jack, Anna and you hunched over in a chair back stage. Hook saw red in that moment, tunnel vision to say the very least. He saw you looking like you’d been brutalized by Anna, knowing it was Jacks whole plan to get under Hook’s skin and he could hardly hear the words coming out of Jack’s mouth thanks to the pulsations of his heart beating in his ears.

“You shouldn’t have fucked with me, Hook.” Jack winks at the camera before he steps to the side to show you fully. Anna grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head up, exposing the dazed and beaten out look on your face.

Hook didn’t even stay for the rest of his match and he didn’t stand there and listen to anything else Jack had to say before he was jumping out the ring and racing back stage.

He knew they were in the parking garage thanks to the cars around. Jack was an idiot for making his location that obvious. But hook was glad for it.

It took him less than five minutes to bust in and grab Jack by the back of his head, slamming him down onto the cold, hard concrete. Anna bolted as soon as Hook got his hands on him and you kept your head against your knees, unable to pick it up but you heard your boyfriends low, infuriated voice and knew he was about to end things once and for all.

He glanced over at you, his eyes softening for a moment but you didn’t see it. When he saw how much pain you were in, a new kind of blaze set fire inside of him, and that served for his reason to pick jack up off the concrete and slam him into three different cars, busting the window out of one.

Car alarms sounded through the garage as glass shattered all over their bodies. Hook grabbed Jack’s cheeks and shouted, “You fucked up, Jack! Should’ve stayed away from my girl!”

He knees Jack’s ribs and watches him slide down the side of an SUV but he just hadn’t had enough yet. He brought jack to his feet once more and slammed his head into a car hood three times before he picked it back up.

“You thought you’d get away with this?!” He shouts as he slams his head again, “thought I wouldn’t catch your punk ass?!”

Jack was limp by the point and you’d finally gained enough strength to lift your head. All you saw was Hook repeatedly slamming jacks head into a car hood until blood was smeared all over it.

Jack fell against Hook’s body when he tried to stand up. “Please” jack pleaded, weakly. “I’m sorry, hook. I’m sorry for all of it just please, let me go.”

Hooks eyes caught jacks and he saw the complete and utter fear. But then he looked over at you, and the traces of blood sliding down your cheek and he no longer considered mercy.

His lips turned up in a vengeful smirk and he shook his head slowly. “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” He snatched his head so Jack could see your face.

“You see that?! You see my girl with blood on her face cause of what you told your girlfriend to do?!” He shouts directly in jacks ear, making sure that’s all he hears from this point on, echoing about his mind.

“You’re lucky you’re able to look at her right now! You should be out fucking cold in the back of my trunk right now!”

Jacks eyes widened and his weak body fell to his knees as he looked back up at his former friend. “Hook, please, I’m sorry”

“Tell her that!” He snatches his head again, forcing Jack to face you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry!”

“Nah, you know what?” Hook says as he slides his arms under his and drags him over to you. He keeps jacks arms restrained just like he did to you when Anna was about to beat you that first time in the ring.

You looked down at Jack’s horrified face and up at your boyfriend’s stone cold one. He nodded tightly while jack shook his head adamantly, pleading with you but you were too much like your partner, merciless.

“Fuck him up, baby”

You threw four jabs into jacks jaw before his eyes fluttered and his whole body went slack in Hook’s grasp. He grabbed his hair and snatched his head back up, his face coming down to whisper in his ear, “Remember this next time you and Anna think about even getting near my girl.”

He then threw jack down to the concrete, finally satisfied before he kneeled down in front of you and wiped away some of the smeared blood on your cheek. “You okay?” He whispered, watching you nod.

He eyed you over like he did before making sure you meant that before he stood up and extended his hand, pulling you to your feet as you stepped over Jack’s body and found yourself wrapped up in his arms.

“It’s over now.” He muttered from above. “Pretty sure he knows better than to fuck with my girl or me ever again.”

#hook aew #hook #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #send hook

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nightghoul381 · 2 years ago

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*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR TO YOUR ASK BOX*

HI ITS ME IM THE PROBLEM ITS ME

okay okay okay so SO SO FLUFFY SILVIO IDEAS i have a lot it was very hard to select one so i kinda combined a few ideas into a general THIS KINDA THING

UHM BUT BUT

how about something suuuuper soft with some dancing and cuddles and and and just something so sweet and fluffy like a big ball of candy floss... maybe mc gets a lil drunk so she's freer with her feelings and gets VERY SOFT AND SAPPY ON HIM

ahhhhhhhh (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

ahh i feel like a hyper lil puppy GJOEGOHREGHJO heehehehheehheheeheheheh

Here you go love! Fluffy Silvio just for you 😊😊😊 I hope you like it!!

Silvio POV x Reader Fluff WC~ 1k

Ahh, damn it. I knew I shoulda been keeping a closer eye on you. I swear I leave you alone for one second and you’re so drunk I can hear your laugh from across the room.

Sweeping my gaze through the crowd, I finally see you, surrounded by some of the noblewomen you’ve befriended since coming with me to Benitoite. Your cheeks are so pink and the smile on your face so genuinely happy I have to fight back the jealousy that starts clawing its way out.

You turn your face and meet my eyes and somehow your expression seems to light up even more. I don’t even try to hide the satisfied smirk that comes to my face, knowing I make you so much happier than anyone else feels amazing.

We meet up in the middle of the room and you’re nearly bouncing with excitement.

“My wonderful Prince, love of my life, guardian of my heart!” You exclaim, grabbing my hand and holding it to your heart.

I jerk my hand away, blushing furiously. As I struggle to calm myself I feel you clutching my arm and pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Ack! don’t do that. You’re gonna get lipstick all over my clothes.” I grumble. I’m not really that upset and you’re completely unbothered as you start twirling around, dress flaring from your hips.

“Can we dance? Please?” You plead, looking up at me with those damned gorgeous eyes. I can’t say no to you under normal circumstances, but when you’re like this I just want to keep that child-like joy on your face. You’re too fuckin’ cute for your own good.

“Yeah, we can dance.”

I barely have a chance to react as you throw yourself into my arms, giggling happily. You reach up tugging my shoulders down and press a kiss to my lips.

Ah, shit… Everyone can see us! I try to pull back gently but your grip is ridiculous tonight and you keep working your lips against mine, letting you tongue dart out here and there, knowing how flustered it makes me. My face is getting hot, really hot, I gotta put a stop to this. I end up grabbing your wrists, freeing myself from the onslaught and pulling you behind me.

I ain’t riskin’ you pulling that kind of stunt again. I march us right back to my room and don’t release you until the door is closed behind me.

Turning to face you, my heart drops. You’re sat on the floor, looking so dejected and upset and… damn it.

“Why’re you so sad looking? You’re the one who attacked me in front of all those people.” I huff, trying to figure out why you’d be reacting this way.

“But you said we could dance.”

Your voice is quiet, but I can still tell you were letting yourself get choked up over the disappointment.

Letting out a sigh, I drop to my knees beside you. You start to turn toward me but end up hitting me in the face with your hair as you whip your head the other way. You’re mad now, great…

“Can you at least look at me when I’m tryin’ to make ya feel better?” I mumble, reaching out, gently cupping your cheek with my hand and putting just enough pressure to get you to finally look my way.

I nearly burst out laughing as I catch sight of your grumpy expression, but I just barely manage to keep it in. You’d be so mad if I started laughing, but you’re so goddamn adorable I can’t stop the smile that springs to my lips.

“That’s better. I wanted to tell ya that just because we ain’t at the party anymore doesn’t mean we can’t still dance. If we go out on the balcony, you can still hear the music and everything.” I offer, but you still don’t seem entirely convinced so I add, “This way I don’t have to stop ya kissin’ or touchin’ me or whatever…”

Then I see your face morph into a victorious smirk.

“Haha, I’ve got permission now!” You cheer, jumping up and throwing your arms around me.

“Gahh! You little shit! Were you playin’ me this whole time?!”

“Like a fiddle,” you snicker into my ear, peppering my face with kisses.

You wanna play that game? Count me in. I sweep my arm under your legs, rising to my feet and carrying you out onto the balcony.

“I meant you don’t have to stop while we’re dancing. So, you only have permission while we’re dancin’, got it?” I state, setting you down and fixing you with a challenging stare.

The playful look on your face remains as you once again launch yourself at me, locking your arms around my neck.

“Dance with me, Silvio.”

I place my hands on your waist, yours on my arms. In no time we’re swaying in time to the distant music, my forehead pressed against yours. Everything seems to fall away as you rise to your toes and press the sweetest kiss to my lips.

Your eyes are filled with so much love as you pull back it’s almost dizzying. Never before has anyone shown me even a fraction of the love you’ve given me, and you just keep showing me more.

“I love you so much, Silvio. You make me feel so special, so important. I see you and my day becomes so much better just having you there. I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am that you love me. You mean the world to me.

Affection swells in my chest to the point it almost hurts. When did you end up getting me this wrapped around your finger? I pull you close, burying my face in your hair, breathing in your comforting scent. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier in my life. I feel your arms come around my back, hugging me, and I feel like my heart may explode.

“You’re my world.”

The whisper leaves my lips involuntarily, surprising me almost as much as it surprises you. You lift your head to look up at me, eyes brimming with tears.

My eyes widen and I look away, willing my face to remain free of the heat that I know is dusting my cheeks.

Without a word, you press yourself against my chest, hugging me even tighter.

“You’re my world too.”

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince fanfiction #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #silvio x reader #ikemen silvio

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thecynthh · 1 year ago

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Gift — M.S.

synopsis • matt gives y/n a present since she passed her exams for the term

warnings • cotton candy fluff, my shit writing

notes • college setting, f!partner, matt n u r dating

author chats • this is my first ever fic !! please give feedback i need validation

also i’ll write a pt 2 with smut in it if yalls like this one 🤗

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i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck

not because he owns me, but because he really knows me

Y/N’s POV

heavy tension finally clears from my shoulders as i take a step out of the thick classroom door. my feet automatically start my treck to a local coffee shop near my building. barely taking a few steps out the door my phone begins to buzz with excitement.

matty b❣️

the nickname flashes on my screen as i pull out my cell phone from the back pocket of my cargo pants. clicking the screen immediately after processing who it was.

“hello?” i say whipping my phone up to my ear.

“hey pretty girl” matt replies to my initial greeting. “so tell me, how’d it go?”

“personally i think it went phenomenal and to make it even better i KNOW it was super amazing” i explain absolutely thrilled by my amazing scores

unlike matt going through school was a necessity. i needed to succeed and i’m glad i had as great as a support that matt has been for the past year. my dream was so close all thanks to him, if he didn’t pull me out of that anxiety slump and put me back to work so soon i would’ve failed this exam.

i soon make it to coffee shop after asking matt how his day went and then getting greeted by the same barista whose been working there since i started at Eastwood.

“by the way i just made it to the cafe, im just going to pick up my coffee then i can head to your place to hang out” i tell my phone. the barista asks if my usual is good in a hushed voice seeing my phone up to my ear. i nod to him while walking over to the pick up side of the counter.

“actuallllyyy you can go straight to your apartment, i have a surprise for you” matt says showing excitement for what he got for me.

“matt, you can’t do this to me, im gunna cry” i reply with a fake teary voice.

a small chuckle echos through my ear. “you deserve it princess, all of it.”

“okay i’ll be home soon, i won’t make you wait much longer, love ya.” i snatch my drink and take a peak outside, snow fell from the coveted sky. matt would love how pretty this weather is.

Matt’s POV

“i love you too-“ that was all i could squeeze in before she hung up on me.

right now i just made it into y/n’s apartment waiting on her to get home, i bought a bouquet of red roses, which were here favourite, and i saw the prettiest necklace and i knew i had to get it for her.

it was held in a small velvet box waiting for its owner to claim it. opening it caused a small showcase light to illuminate the silver “m” that was a matching silver chain.

i thought about her when i saw it on the small mannequin. the only thing that played through my mind while i purchased it was that one taylor swift song she loves. i know swift isn’t really my vibe but she won a bet and got the aux for the car ride, it was catchy but i’ll never admit to liking taylor swift.

soon after fixing the bouquet i hear the lock on the door click and unlock. i hold up the flowers standing near the door with the necklaces box burning a hole through my jean pocket.

the door swings open revealing my girlfriend. my lovely girlfriend. her eyes lit up with glee as she looks at the bouquet in my hands.

Y/N’s POV

all i see is matt with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands and sweet smile drawn on his face.

i yank the large amount of red roses from his hands placing them down carefully on the coffee table near us and dive into his arms.

“thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” i blurt out between each peck on his face. matts face lightly covered in a deep red lipstick he still just stands there waiting for me to done.

“of course princess, im really proud of you for finishing that exam.” he says to me pulling me in even closer.

“but to make it even better….” he trails off while sneaking is hand into his jean pocket. out comes a small jewelry box, he opens it presenting a necklace with his initial on it.

“i remember that song you like a lot, i don’t remember it all too well but i knew it meant a lot to you so-“

“i love so fucking much matty. you have no idea” i rest my forehead against his and slowly connect our lips.

he returns the kiss slowly with his hand snaking around the small of my back tugging me a little closer.

i’ve never wanted to be anywhere else in that moment.

#sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #Spotify

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688199 · 2 years ago

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AU where Felix is the shy one who has a crush on Bridgette: He asks her out.

(whipped this up really quick so it's rather shit)

“no woman is to get in your way of success.” his father told him one day. “banish the thought of love from your head. it will only makes you weak.”

“yes father, i will father.” felix replied. many times he spoke those words with bitterness, yet this was one of the few in which he readily complied with an almost sort of eagerness. it would be easy after all, a task achievable even without lifting a finger. a person like him? in love? he bit his lip to stop a scoff from escaping. what type of lustful man did his father mistake him for? love, only the weakest of men subject themselves to such frivolous things…

…was what he thought.

now felix found himself agonising over a present sitting on his desk.

“plagg, can’t you help me out here or something? and stop playing on my ps5 without asking.” he said through gritted teeth and snatched the controller away. plagg, the cat-like faerie, dangled trying to hold onto it for dear life.

“hey! give it! im almost done battling liquid flame!”

“not when i’m in a crisis.”

with one last yank, plagg dropped to the floor, sprawling dramatically on the carpet.

“what sort of crisis justifies interrupting final fantasy?”

as much as felix liked ffxvi, some things are just more important. this, was one of them. he walked to his desk and picked up the present. the crisp wrapping paper crinkled under his tightening grasp.

“you know how long i’ve been trying to give this to her, don’t you?”

“yeah, which is lame. just call her, arrange a date to meet, and give it. voila, simple as that.”

“‘simple as that’, my ass.” felix spat.

“what else do you want me to say?”

“i don’t know, maybe try being supportive for once.”

a lightbulb lit up above plagg and a smirk stretched across his face. shit, he’s scheming again. but too late, felix couldn’t take back his words. maybe he shouldn't announce his feelings to this little devil spawn creature next time, he mused bitterly. everything involving plagg had consequences, one way or another.

by the time felix snapped out of his thoughts, plagg was already dancing atop his phone, punching buttons while giggling like a madman. that number sequence, felix recognised it too well.

he dived to catch plagg but then a beep came from the phone. a honeyed voice spoke first, delicately yet filled with liveliness.

“felix?”

his throat dried instantly.

“w-well uhm…”

in a corner, plagg toppled over from laughing too hard. felix shot him a glare.

“do you need anything?”

“i-i’m sorry, my younger cousin, he uh-” felix scrambled to put his phone to his ear, heart pounding so loudly he almost couldn’t hear himself. “he was playing around with my phone and accidentally called…”

“oh really? i see! haha kids these days are really playful aren’t they? i have a younger cousin myself so i understand, no worries!” her voice… it was so warm. felix felt like melting just from hearing it so close to his ear, but it was no time to be doing that! he hated to admit but plagg had helped him, albeit in a sudden and cruel way. and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity he had now.

“bridgette wait!” felix gripped the phone until his knuckles turned ghostly white.

“hm?”

“do you… want to uhm.. i don’t know…meet up with me? if that isn’t too much trouble! i don’t want to trouble you at all! you can say no it’s fine!” felix had no clue what he was rambling on about. all he could see was his life flashing before his eyes. what if she said no? oh god that would be so embarrassing.

“sure, i would love to!” bridgette answered bubbly. love… to? felix couldn’t believe his ears. he pranced around his room, trying to digest her words and reply at the same time. she said she would love to! a dream come true!

“then if it’s okay with you, how about meeting at bassin de la villette? i know it’s not the most appropriate place but…”

“sounds good to me! see you later!” beep. felix stared blankly at the call ended screen. in the background, plagg inched slowly toward the top shelf where felix placed the controller. silence… then...

“WAIT LATER? TODAY?”

his voice boomed through the house. plagg fell off the shelf in a shock and hit the floor hard, back to square one.

"plagg! what do i do?" felix cried. "i can't do this! i'm not prepared!"

but plagg, heartless as ever, only rubbed his head and crossed his arms. "that's on you nitwit! you only said you wanted to meet. it's obvious she would think it was today. and hell you screaming like a girl for? it would be funny if i wasn't hurt in the process!"

"suck it up and stop being a drama queen. faeries don't feel pain."

"it hurts emotionally. my ego. aughhh, i'm leaving. your presence pains me." with that, plagg sweeped the imaginary dust from his imaginary pants and flew out the door, leaving felix in a pile of anxious, blubbering mess on the ground. only after a few minutes, did felix finally look up.

"wait where did you go? plagg? dude... plagg? hold on i need you, you can't just do this to me. plagg!"

#ladybug pv #felix sphinx #bridgette cheng #plagg #au #miraculous anime

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0547 · 8 months ago

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close to you! (xiao x oc oneshot)

“I was so cool, but then, all of a sudden, you saw me look at you.”

a/n : hey gang this was a spontaneous idea i got while listening to close to you by gracie 😭 anyways BYR: i didnt know if i wanted to make it oc or reader bc i already had a character imagined in my head lol um i could make this a series bc i see it building up haha i thought of so so many characters to do this with but ended up w xiao bc i think this would be a pretty interesting romance dynamic……. hes not so emo/rude js awkward teenager vibes but js lmk if u want more of this anyways enjoysies hihihi 🤞🏻❤️😝

the cold liquid splashed, making a sticky wet spot right on the boy’s shirt.

“oh my god. dude— im really sorry!” childe gasped, fishing out his handkerchief from his jeans back pocket, patting xiao’s chest frantically.

“just leave it. it’s fine—” the boy grumbled, ignoring the ginger’s worried eyes, untying his leather jacket from his waist and wore it over his shoulders.

“—when’s the grand act starting anyway?” xiao asked, his eyes scanning the empty stage. they both were standing quite close, in childe’s best efforts to ‘excuse me’ his way to the front.

ugh. he didn’t even like shows like this anyway. but since that old man was so happy that xiao reluctantly agreed to his father’s boyfriend to take him out, he couldn’t really say no to zhongli’s pleased face, (and though he wouldn’t admit it, childe’s beaming face too.)

so to his best efforts, xiao went out on this sunday night anyway, in attempt to have some ‘bonding time’.

“—now, i think. look! the ceiling lights are moving!” childe exclaimed excitedly, and the crowd around them matched his enthusiasm as the strum of the guitar echoed in the hall and people began to cheer.

“are you ready?”

the crowd roared.

the stage lights adjusted themselves over the lead singer, dressed in white laced dress, in contract of her shoulder length jet black hair, and charismatic… star-like? eyes.

she gave a big grin to the audience, her fingers going over her guitar, and that’s probably when xiao felt his heart stop.

it wasn’t because the performance was fully captivating, or that her voice was so melancholy the crowd was practically screaming in worship of the ethereal singer,

it’s when their eyes met, and her forehead was dripping with sweat from jumping around the stage, and how her eyes seemed to smile ever wider than her lips did.

once the performance was over, childe and xiao went back to sit at their table.

“hey, that was awesome right? i told you would have a good time!” childe chuckled, taking a sip of his orange juice (now in a cup with lid and straw, as he was afraid to spill it on xiao again.)

“i need a minute.” xiao said, excusing himself from the table, his heart beating wildly, unbeknownst to a confused childe.

he walked out of the building, sucking in the cold night air, and leaned against the exposed brick wall with closed eyes and a sigh, trying to place this adrenaline.

“enjoyed the show?” a voice beside him asked.

he flinched and whipped his head to … the lead singer that caused him this distress. she was.. smoking.

he gave a curt nod in response, and watched her throw out her cigarette, and leaned back the wall like him, staring into the sky.

“it’s kinda rare we get gigs in this area of town, but y’know, shit happens.” she said nonchalantly, sighing.

xiao didn’t know what to say to that. “um, shit happens.” he agreed, and they shared the silence for a while.

she turned to look at him, “so, are you from here?”

“i—“

“mari! where the hell are you!” a voice from the back alleyway bellowed. they both flinched.

“shit! right, sorry um, i have to go…?”

“xiao.”

“right! okay xiao. i’m mari. i’ll see you when i see you!” she waved goodbye, dashing back inside the building.

xiao watched the girl’s figure rush inside, and he too, followed her.

it was two weeks after the show, somehow his heart slowed to a normal pace when he talked to her, the cool singer girl.

he resumed his normal routine, school, exercise, helping zhongli do house chores, the general diligence good chinese sons have.

although it didn’t mean he could get her out of his head. it was probably because he never saw someone glow so brilliantly, so passionately…

he ended up sketching her face in corners of his exercise books. he sort of did it unconsciously, because when he realised what his hands created, he quickly scribbled over the face with ink.

i mean, he didn’t share the whole thing of girls with boys his age. he wasn’t even mildly interested in the magazines or the vulgar videos his peers would always invite him to watch. zhongli actually did express some concern and wanted to give a mortifying talk on how sexuality is a spectrum blah blah blah, xiao cut him off rather quickly and assured him he will let him know if he’s gay or not.

he did do some research if the band uploaded songs online, and they did, rows of recordings with as little as 400 views. he ended up fighting negative comments under their youtube videos, on their official instagram posts, even as far as following a twitter stan page and actively liking updates.

according to some trivia of the little known things about the members, mari was actually around xiao’s age, which made him hopeful, ha, as if they could ever be friends!

shes also known to be an outgoing and friendly person,

thats true, according to their short interaction, he noted to himself.

…and dislikes tofu.

what?

“how could she not like tofu… it’s literally the best comfort food.” he muttered under his breath in utter disbelief, as his hand hovered over the mouse. in his opinion, people who didn’t like tofu shouldn’t be trusted at all.

maybe he was sort of becoming a fanboy. maybe. but it wasn’t a big deal. it wasn’t. he just had this undying urge of wanting to get to know this girl for about half a month now.

mari’s voice singing in his earphones was in tune with xiao’s humming as he completed the conclusion of his essay he had to submit before lunch.

as he worked, the rowdy class became quiet, and hutao passed his desk and pulled the wired earphones out of his ear.

“oi, the teacher’s here!” she hissed, and carefully stood in her own seat, giving the usual class greeting.

as everyone echoed her, the teacher began to gesture someone outside the door to step in the class.

xiao felt his heart skip a beat when the person came in view.

the tofu hater?

“alright dear… come along now…! okay everyone, a bit unusual to have someone transfer in so late in the semester, but please welcome our new student, marin!” the teacher beamed, gesturing to mari, who fixed her newly worn glasses on her nose.

xiao couldn’t move. why is his pulse thumping so goddamn loudly?

“hello, i hope we can all get along.. please just call me mari.”

this was going to be a problem.

#xiao x oc #xiao #genshin xiao #genshin x oc #zhongli #childe #genshin impact #genshin oc #0547writes

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taiiunknown · 2 years ago

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I BET ! (WHIPPED CREAM PT2)

Disclaimer: THIS STORY IS BASED ON THE SONG “I BET” by Ciara. The story will not be as long bc SPOILER ALERT 🚨 y/n will be leaving shuri for RiRi 💋 … Anywho enjoy 😉

⚠️ warning: HEAVY SMUT , KINDA HARDCORE SHOWER SEX SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !, name calling, kinda mean shuri but a little of nice shuri, daddy & mommy kink, Y/N is indecisive

Note: y’all I did not go over nor edit this so please excuse me for typos and ect … hope you enjoy 😉

It has been 9 Months of being in a relationship with shuri , and trust me I have been getting treated like shit since we been together. She told me she love me everyday and I believe it bc I have so much love for her as well, and besides we have been through a lot with each other..but I think it’s time to move on from each other bc due to her cheating and manipulating me I have been stuck in the bubble of if she loves me or just using me.

*A month ago*

“Shuri? Who keeps blowing up you phone..it’s literally two in the morning!” I asked rubbing sleep out of my eye while checking the time on my phone “Shuri ?” I look around and see she want in bed , but I hear the shower on , she must just now getting home..

I reach over to her phone to decline the call due to me thinking it was a scam caller. I flip the phone over and see “makayla” who tf is that ?. I was choosing between answering or just asking who makayla is . I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t even hear the bathroom door open until I heard shuri say “The fuck is you doing y/n?” Shuri said in a annoyed tone “who is makayla shuri ?” I said with a tear filled eye “No one” she says walking up and snatching her phone from me “Shuri it can’t be “no one” WHEN SHE IS BLOWING UP YOUR PHONE AT 2 AM!!!” I yelled , “First watch your tone! I told you about your mouth for a week now, So CHILL !” she yelled back “NO YOU STFU! AND LET ME TALK FOR ONCE BC YOUR SORRY ASS LIES YOURE FINNA TELL WONT MAKE ME BLIND ! SO FUCKING ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK WHO TF IS MAKAYLA?!” Believe it or not I was shocked by my own words bc I have never stood up to shuri like this before, Maybe bc she use to be sweet and loving, and just peaceful …but this new shuri can rot in hell ! “She a friend I met at the Royal gala 6 months ago when we went together to announce us becoming a serious couple” she said lowly , I guess she was feeling guilty bc atp I’m shedding tears and almost snot bubbles . “are you sleeping with her ?” I asked looking at my thighs that are now crossed crossed on the bed “Ya” she said with a evil grin , WHAT TF IS WRONG WITH THIS BITCH?!!! “Okay” I said in a non caring voice bc at this moment I knew I was done , so I rushed passed her to get to our walk in closet to pack all my things . “WHAT ARE YOU DOING Y/N ?!” Shuri yelled pulling me by my waist and away from the closet, “LET ME GO , IM LEAVING YOU! MAYBE MYKEL WOULDNT MIND A VISIT FROM ME !” I said tryna get from her grip that only grew tighter bc at that moment all hell was finna break loose when I said his name , on top of that she haven’t heard his name come out my name since she made me stop talking to him. She turned me around around with full force but at the same time not to hard to hurt me , grabbed my shirt and kissed me HARD with full passion , I gave in and kissed back , she lifted me off the ground and carried me back to the bed and started ripping my clothes off including my panties ( I don’t sleep with a bra on) and shoved 3 fingers in with no warning , which made me yelp a moan . Shuri began drilling me with full force and I was a teary eye moaning mess ! “BABY IM FINNA C-CUM !” I screamed “DONT YOU FUCKING DARE ! YOU SLUT ! YOU WANNA GIVE WHATS MINE AND YOU KNOW BETTER TO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT WALKING OUT THAT DOOR! uyaqonda ! ( DO YOU UNDERSTAND!)??” Shuri said while slapping my clit which made it jump “Y-Y-YES!!!” I squeal “YES WHAT USANA ?” Shuri said slapping my one more time bc she felt my cunt tighten around her fingers which mean I was finna break any minute . “YE-S D-DA-DY! PLEASELETMECUM!!!” I screamed “Go ahead y/n” she said while kissing my face to cover the hot tears I had coming down “Shit I love you so much” I said lowly while tryna come down from my high after cumming hard . “ I love you to my love” she said kissing my lips softly “ I love this pussy too” she said cheekily while now kissing my pussy lips . “Don’t ever try me like that again, Okay?” She said with a stern face while slapping my sensitive clit which made a moan slip out my mouth “yes daddy, I’m sorry” I said feeling like I overreacted over the whole situation.

After she cleaned me up and tuck me back into bed while pulling me closely to her . I dozed off after that.

*END OF FLASH BACK*

But now I’m a new bitch who don’t take shit , even though I’m just now turning into this new bitch now . To be honest I didn’t get the balls to finally leave until two hours ago when I found out I really wanna take Riri serious, Yes! I have been talking to Riri on the low for 4 weeks now and Yes! I have a burner phone to talk to her on since Shuri started putting heavy security and monitoring everything I do, she started doing that the same night I tried to leave her so it’s basically like I don’t want to leave but I do but at the same time she won’t let me leave so I’m kinda like a indecent prisoner.

Riri was a old friend I met when I use to go from America to Wakanda all the time and we hit it off and fucked twice, but shuri doesn’t know about me and Riri and hopefully she won’t find out about us soon.

I’ve been looking for cute condos and Riri texted me today telling me that I can move in sooner than I expected, ( yes the condo is in Riri name so if shuri do try to find me it might now be easy for her). Now that I know I’m good on my living situation, all I have to do is find a way to leave without Shuri knowing . Im thinking of putting something in shuri food that will put her to sleep for some hours and then leave but if I do go through with this plan ima have to use a large dose since she is the black panther .

*NEXT DAY*

It is 6 am and shuri usually work out around this time while I make her morning smoothies and yesterday when I went to my close friend who knew about my situation ( Her name is tranese she is half American and Wakandan to) she is from the River tribe , she found some sleeping fruit that she said with 80% help with putting shuri to sleep and bast and god knows I really hope this works !

“hey usana, my smoothie ready ?” Shuri asked wrapping her hands around my waist while I cut her bananas “yes my love” I say “okay hurry, you know I don’t like being late to my lab so chop chop.” She saying kissing my shoulder blade, chop chop ? Bitch I will chop your fuckin- “Y/N DO YOU HEAR ME?!” Shuri says coming out the bathroom, I was so caught up in my head I didn’t hear her say she wanted to shower with me “Here I come let me blend this right quick” I say quietly “Alright” she says smiling . By the time I’m done pouring the smoothing I’m her to go bottle I take the crush plant and secretly sprinkle all of it inside the bottle and quickly shake it up, by the time im done come back in with her boy shorts and no bra “let’s go I don’t have all day ma” I quickly towards the room to enter the bathroom

*IN THE SHOWER*

I couldn’t even strip my self bc as soon as I step foot in the bathroom shuri quickly began stripping me and tearing my underwear in the making of it, “baby I actually like those” I said a little hurt bc the were a cute collection I bout online “I AM THE QUEEN OF WAKANDA,DO YOU NOT THINK I CAN BUT YOU 5,000 PAIR OF THOSE ?! MHM !” She yelled in my face as I backed into the shower wall (ngl she was turning me on with all the dominance she held) “no” I whisper “NO WHAT ?!” She growled “no daddy” I said half confident while now looking in her dark lustful eyes “Good girl, now bend over that wall and arch that little frame of yours” I did as told with out hesitation bc I do not want her to take away my chance of cumming for her “GRIOT ACTIVATE VIBRANIUM!” “Yes Queen shuri” I soon felt a very long gliding up and down my lower lips, a moan quickly slip from lips but turner into a louder one when shuri unexpectedly shoved the dick in my cat with hard fast strokes that almost had me coming in one second ! Pleasure tears started to fall from my eyes as she started talking dirty with going at the same pace with a little tight hold on my throat “UYAKUTHANDA UKUHLANGABEZWA KANJE AWUTHANDI NAWE PRINCESS?!” (YOU LOVE GETTING FUCKED LIKE THIS DONT YOU PRINCESS ?!) shuri says not letting up one but bc she tryna give me and her one of the biggest orgasms “YES DADDY ! FUCK MOMMY YOU GIVING IT TOO ME SO G-GOOD UGHHHHHHH” I screamed. Even though me and her been going through so hard things , she is the person I love the most but that doesn’t mean I still have to stay here “YOURE MY LITTLE SLUT ?!” She asked biting my ear “YES BABY NDILILO LAKHO! UMAMA WAM NGOWAKHO MAMA !” (IM YOUR SLUT ! MY PUSSY IS YOURS MOMMY !) I moaned quickly knowing it kinda sound like gibberish “I know my sweet girl, ndiyakuthanda kakhulu ima ndifake intwana kuwe” (i love you so much ima put a little one in you) when she said that I literally fell in love with her all over again bc that’s all I have wished for me and her “you want my bby ?” Shuri say while moaning a little that’s how I knew she was close “ Yes I want that s-s-so FUCKINGMUCH!” I said while throwing it back on her “say less Y/N” she says afterwards was a blur…

I woke up with one of shuri large shirts that looked like a dress on me due to the different height difference I checked the time and seen it was 3pm, did I pass out ?!, when I look to the side I see that shuri was beside me but I also notice he smoothie bottle that was beside her on the night stand… I quickly get up and go on her side of the room to see if it was empty or full and THAT BITCH WAS CLEARED ! I started snapping my finger in shuri face to see if her panther senses was working and thank bass the plant worked but it wouldn’t last for long considering how strong her powers were so hurried up and took the suitcase I hit in the hall closet and pulled on some legging with crocs along with grabbing my , two phones, charger and leaving my letter on my side of the bed so when shuri roll over and see I’m not beside her she would see the letter instead. I hurry and called tranese so she can sneak me pass the boarder since her boyfriend work the exits , as I made it pass the royal guards I froze and started rubbing my belly that started feeling a little overwhelmed when I looked up I seen ayo who winked at me since she knew what was going on as well and wanted me to be happy. I quickly aboard the talon and take off slightly missing shuri already and feeling guilty, but this was a new beginning for me,

And my baby. Until we meet again shuri yam emnandi (my sweet shuri)

Love you shuri Udaku

AKA , Aja-Adanna

#wakanda forever #shuri x reader #shuri x riri #shuri x y/n #shuri udaku #riri williams #shuri smut #riri x oc #iron heart #riri x reader

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ravenromanova · 2 years ago

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Party time

Pairings: Bucky x oc, Natasha x oc (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of killing (i think that’s it)

Bucky’s p.o.v

I stare at the all black suit i’m supposed to wear tonight and sigh. Don’t get me wrong the suit is nice i just would rather not go to this party. The only reason i’m even going is because we got intel that The red room is sending someone to attempt to kill all of us. We still don’t know who exactly is being sent but we’ve all been told to go to the party and act like normal.

Luckily for me that means standing in a corner not interacting with anyone so that should be easy. After i stare at myself for what feels like an eternity i finally decide to walk downstairs. As i walk into the party my senses go into overdrive almost instantly. Between the lights, the music and the crowd of people my body tenses up and i go on high alert.

I quickly make my way to the bar before making sure my ear piece is turn on. The bartender hands me a glass of whiskey and i nod my head before retreating to the furthest corner. ‘We got word that she should be here in like ten minutes’ I hear over the comms.

I keep myself on high alert as i wait to be told that whoever it is has arrived. There’s a weird feeling in forming a pit in my stomach and i can’t figure out why. Why the hell is The red room sending someone to kill us? After all this time? My thoughts are cut off as i hear Tony over comms say she’s here.

Quickly i leave my little corner and walk around the party trying to find the woman. Trying to make my way through the sea of people was a lot harder than expected. I finally make it through the biggest crowd and try to get a birds eye view. It takes me a good ten minutes until i find her.

My breath hitches in my throat when i see her. Lilith The red room sent her. They sent the one person they knew neither me or Natasha could hurt. Before i can even properly think im running to find Natasha.

“Natasha where are you?” I say though comms and she replies with ‘on the balcony’ So i make my way out there and see her talking with Clint. She sees my frantic state and furrows her brows.

“Barnes? Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?’ Nat half teases and she raises and eyebrow at me.

“Well maybe because i have Natalia” My words come out half broken as i try to catch my breath. “It’s her. The red room sent her” I dont even need to say her name for Natasha to know who i mean.

She walks away from Clint and he just stands there puzzled. “Show me” Natasha says and i take her hand and lead her inside with Clint following behind.

When we get back inside it takes us less than five minutes to find her. Natasha’s eyes go wide and i can see her face slightly fall. And Clint asks us who she is but neither of us respond.

“Wh-What do we do?” She asks as her voice breaks. I let out a deep breath and grip the railing of the staircase.

“We do what we always do. We put her in a cell and Question her” Clint replies and we both whip our heads around and glare at him.

“We are not treating her like a killer” I seethe at the archer and step closer to him. Natasha grabs my arms in attempt to pull me back but it doesn’t work.

“She was literally sent here to kill us Barnes” In that moment i see red. I push him against the wall by his collar and deadpan him.

“I dont care. No one and i mean no one is to hurt her. Let me and Natasha bring her in.” I say sternly as i let him go and he falls on the ground. And with that i walk away and try to go find Lilith.

Lilith’s p.o.v

Once i get to the party the code words have been said, i have the mission details locked and locked, but something feels off. It’s almost like i can feel my programming flipping on and off. I try to get my shit together as i walk through the sea of people by taking deep breaths.

I decided i was going to go for the ones with no aliases first since clearly they aren’t that important. Snaking my way through the crowd i look for a red headed woman in a green dress (that’s what i was told shed be wearing) As i make my way through the crowds it takes me all of three minutes to find my target. I smirk as i approach her as her back is towards me.

Tapping her should to get her attention she turns around and my eyes go wide. When she turns around and i see my old friend my brain glitches and i freeze.

“Natalia?” I gasp and then before she can respond my world goes dark.

When i wake up next in on a cot in a clear cell. I groan as i realize they fucking caught me. I can hear the sounds of heavy footsteps coming into the room and as the person approaches me my heart sinks.

“Soldat?” I whisper as he comes into the light. His bright blue eyes pierce through my soul as he looks at me. He just looks at me for a minute before deciding to speak.

“Lilith” He softly says as he puts his hand on the glass of my cell.

“Help me- please” I beg him as my programming fully wears off and im in my own concuss mine again.

He nods his head and sits down on a chair in front of my cell. “I will we just need you to tell us everything you know about the red room. We can help you little one” Bucky says to me and i smile softly as i nod my head in agreement.

The red room has never been able to fully get rid of who i am. Even with my programming i still am hesitant when i kill, I still remember who i am even with the brainwashing and wiping. And most importantly i always remember him. I dont know why their methods dont work on me like they do everyone else. But ever since i realized that they dont work.. Ive been looking for a way out.

“I’ll tell you everything you need to know” I say putting my hands on the glass like he did before. He stands up and places his hands on the glass over mine and smiles at me as he nods his head.

“I will get you out of this cell as soon as i can i swear milaya devushka (sweet girl) just might take one convincing” His words melt my heart even though i was sent here to kill him and all his friends he was still willing to help me.

“Thank you Soldat” I smile at him and lean my head against the glass as a i let out a sigh of relief.

“Dont thank me doll i know you want out” He puts his forehead against the glass. “And you can call me Bucky now” His voice is soft and i nod my head.

“Thank you bucky” I respond finally having some sense of peace after years of sleeping with one eye open. For once i know that everything is gonna be okay and i cant wait for the journey ahead.

~The end of chapter 4~

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perlapulido · 4 months ago

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Fired Up

Summary: Lexi has been know around Hell as another employee with a temper when shes pushed over the edge. Just wait until she meets the King of Wrath. (This is my first time posting my fan fiction here.)

Ch1

Bang. A demon girl jumped from her bedroom being kicked opened by a jester cartwheeling over. "Fizz. We talk about this!" Said the girl covering her face with a pillow. "Too bad i wasnt listening. Come on. We got a shit ton of work to do." Said Fizz ripping the blanket off her. He then slapped her on the butt making her get out of bed to chase him to the kitchen. "Woah. Hold it Pinky." Said a voice. The girl wearing jist a large oversize shirt and her underwear was now placed on the counter glaring at Fizz who laid on the large demons shoulder sticking his tongue out. "What did you do?" Said the demon looking at him with his two other heads. "I was doing my job and wouldnt kill you to put a bra on." Said Fizz looking at the demon girl. "Your boyfriend sleeps naked and neither of you dont like tits. Unless it was a dude." Said the girl. She hoped off walking to the fridge to make them all breakfast as Fizz read the list to the demon. "Are we out of can of whip cream again, Oz." Said the girl. "Seems like it. We know my Fizzy is, Lexi." Said Oz. "Two cans on my shopping list." Said Lexi making the batter. She turned the stove on while Oz got his coffee prepared. After a few minutes Lexi served Oz and Fizz their plate of crepes including herself with the left over. Lexi walked to her room with her plate to get ready for her day with the boys. She grabbed her phone and whatever she needed for work heading out seeing Fizz and Oz dressed and ready. They got down the hall with the employees moving out of their way to the elevator. Getting into the limo heading to the club that Oz owned by the name Ozzie's short for Asmodius. The King of Lust. Lexi has been with him and Fizz also known as Fizzarolli for his performance in the circus and his Robot copies. She works at the club as the cook with a bit of bartending when Wally isnt showing up. Lexi got out after Fizz and Oz going inside the club nod her head at the bouncer Jesse. She was friends with the employees whenever Oz and Fizz are off somewhere work related or going on a date.

Nobody in Hell knows about their relationship as Ozzie is a powerful overlord with her and Fizz are just an imp and a sinner. Yeah. Lexi is a sinner for purposely killing her boyfriend by a house explosion. She had nothing to live for since her life was shit with her crazy boyfriend throwing actual acid to her face drawing the line. So fuck it. Once she got to Hell exploring the place with no where to go when Fizzarolli found her and introduced her to Ozzie. That was about fives years go and cant say anything bad about regretting doing what she did. Ozzie and Fizz love having her around like a sister and protecting her from any trouble even though she handle herself but they still try to keep her safe from anything serious. "Alright. If you need me. Im going to my office with Pinky." Said Ozzie. "Get it, Boss." Said Fizz leaving them to somewhere. Lexi and Ozzie went to the office upstairs showing the whole ground view of the club. "Any messages?" Said Ozzie sitting down. "Always but most werent that important. Shitface wants to see Fizz. Again. Pleasure Paradise wants testing on your new product by this week." Said Lexi. "Do you want me to deal with Shitface?" She asked. "I wish but he owns Fizzy. Mammon is not someone to piss off especially an overlord." Said Ozzie. "I can write an excuse with some letters capitalized to insult him if he isnt that stupid to figure it out." Said Lexi. "Tempting but we know it'll make Fizzy mad." Said Ozzie as Lexi whined. "But hes a major asshole." Said Lexi. "Fuck him. Send word to the factory that I'll get to the testing." Said Ozzie. Lexi nodded sitting on his desk pulling out her laptop typing away sending it. She and Ozzie talked business for some time when Fizz came in. "Im heading out for lunch." Said Lexi heading out. She walked through the back going down to her usual spot at a simple cafe where her bestie was waiting. "Vee, how nice of you to show up?" Said Lexi sitting down. "Yeah. Yeah. I know but its not easy being me." Said the pink demon with blonde hair. "Doing someone, concerts, and partying. I get it Verosika." Said Lexi.

"Fizzarolli broke into your room again didnt he." Said Verosika. "He didnt break my door. More like my lock." Said Lexi as the server handed her usual. A normal BLT with iced dragon fruit. "I'll get it fixed up like i did before. Whats new?" She asked before taking a bite. "I got a party to host and i thought you could make your food." Said Verosika. "Drunk or not." Said Lexi. "Both. We got some who are sobering. Well?" Said Verosika. "Ask my big brother." Said Lexi referring to Ozzie. "I will. Also youre going to clubbing with me. Its not a question." Said Verosika. "Meaning going to get dolled up for a date?" Said Lexi tilting her head. "Come on look at you. Ive never seen or heard about you being with someone." Said Verosika. "I dont want to get hurt. Why else part of my body and face look like this?" Said Lexo gesturing her light baby pink scars. "Wich i got Tex. Hes a great bodyguard." Said Verosika. "Im going out on a blind date. Im not that desperate." Said Lexi. "You are fucking killing me!" Said Verosika. "You really wanna start shit with me!" Said Lexi raising her voice. "Stopping a bitch and go out with me and the girls!" Said Verosika. "Do you not remember what happened time you stupid bitch?!" Said Lexi. "Yeah. That asshole shouldnt have torn your top at the dance floor but you did have set of boobs. No. Im sorry. Lexi!" Said Verosika hugging her to pull her back to their table for trying to leave. "You already told the girls and Tex im going." Said Lexi. "Yes. Come on. We miss you. Its been weeks." Said Verosika in whining voice. "Fine but if shit goes down. Thats all on you." Said Lexi. "Yay. I love you." Said Verosika kissing her cheek. "Ozzie. Can we steal Lexi?" Said Verosika after hitting speed dial. "Im being forced!" Lexi yelled as she sat down finishing her lunch. "Youre off amd after your done. We are shopping." Said Verosika looking her. "Yeah no shit." Said Lexi. She drank her beverage while looking her phone checking her emails. 'Trial Meeting.' An email read clicking it. Lexi read through it and send it to Ozzie knowing it was for him. She has been curious about what goes on but she was below the Overloads to be in one unless a law was broken. Meeting the other Overlords besides Ozzie, Beelzebub, and Mammon would be interesting. "Oh. We have to go get to our Spa appointment. You seriously need it." Said Verosika grabbing her wrist dragging her to her car. "You're lucky we are best friends and i love you otherwise i punch in the face." Said Lexi looking at her. "Beauty is pain. Everyone knows that." Said Verosika before speeding off.

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unicorns-are-scary · 2 years ago

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sort of a shitty prompt but shaunanat on the night of the party in ep1s1. maybe natalie feels bad after shauna defended her and she didn’t stick up for shauna when she and tai were fighting so nat tries to worm her way back into shauna’s good books by spending time with her and she asks for a ride home and they fuck in shauna’s car. nat’s world is fucking rocked and she’s whipped on shauna but shauna wants to keep it a secret and nat will do anything for her (if you were into doing a series i would be so so so so grateful) but if not, even a sentence will do

knee deep in the passenger seat (is it casual now?)

wc: 1k

not nsfw really, pretty much just a little making out

a/n: sorry its been a bit!! high holidays + schoolwork are def making writing hard rn! thank you sm for the prompt tho <3 i havent written a ton for yj yet so sorry if anything seems ooc, im still trying to figure out how to write them!

i super want to make this a series if anyone has any prompts or hc about secret relationship shaunanat!!

Nat prided herself on her walls. The way she built everything up carefully so the constant remarks and insults slated at her could never make their way through. She could give less of a shit about what Tai said, none of it was anything new. What got to Nat, though, was Shauna thinking she needed defending.

"Oh, fuck off, Shauna. I don't need you to defend me." she snapped back without a second thought because, seriously, who the fuck did Shauna think she was. There was really no other time to react before Jackie whisked them all away in an attempt to fix their deeply fucked up intrapersonal relationships before nationals. It was because of Jackie's brilliant idea that Nat was now face to face with an annoyed-looking Shauna Shipman, who clearly would rather be speaking to anyone else out of the group. They stand there wordless until Jackie pulls Shauna away for one reason or another, and Nat is left staring at the two.

The night continues, and Nat is unsure why she can't get Shauna off her mind. It bothers her, in a way she hasn't really been bothered before, that Shauna keeps sending glares across the fire. This wasn't typical Scatorccio, and Nat knew that. Where the fuck were her walls right now? She hid her sulking pretty well by hiding in a corner with Kevyn until she watched Shauna frown into Jackie's back as they hugged goodbye, and Jackie took off with Jeff. If there was a time for her to silence the ache she had to make things up to Shauna, this was it.

"Hey, Shipman," Nat said as she approached the girl, hoping that if she ignored what had happened earlier, Shauna would forgive her. And if Shauna forgave her, she would never have to think about the stupid pang in her stomach again. Shauna doesn't give a verbal response, instead opting to look up from her drink and wait for whatever else Nat has to say.

"Tough night, huh?" Nat chuckles with her words, hoping to lighten the tension between them and failing. The space between them lulls for a moment before Shauna finally decides to end her silence. "What do you want?" she says. It's evident in her voice that she's trying to be venomous, but her voice quivers too much for it to give the effect she wants. "

"Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you." she flinches a little at her own words, not sure if she really wants to be saying them, but keeps going, "You were just trying to defend me, and it was cool of you." Shauna nods along to the apology before asking, "Anything else?"

Maybe it was how small Shauna looked, or just her brown eyes holding Nat's so firmly, but Nat gave out an unexpected "Yes, actually." She wasn't quite sure what she was saying, and before she knew it, "Could you give me a ride home?" Another long silence preceded a quiet "Sure."

It was a quiet walk to the car, which Shauna had parked quite a bit away from where the party had happened. As Nat reached for the passenger seat door, a hand with neatly painted purple nails beat her, too. "Ladies first," Shauna let out awkwardly. Nat let out a small laugh and tipped her head in thanks.

"I didn't take you for a nerd, Shipman," Nat said as Shauna loaded herself into the driver's seat. "What, the all AP schedule didn't clue you in," she retorted. "I mean, you're just so brooding, and I didn't know the two could go hand in hand," Nat chuckled back. Shauna just rolled her eyes and started the car with a laugh.

Against her better judgment and every instinct, Nat asked if Shauna wanted to talk about it. The other girls' hesitation was obvious, and Nat wasn't offended. They rarely spoke during practice, let alone outside of it. But something about Shauna was enamoring Nat tonight, and she just couldn't fight it.

"It's just Jackie being Jackie. I mean first, she drags me to a party I don't want to go to, gets me ready in a way acceptable to her, and then dips with Jeff because he wants to 'show her something,'" She takes a breath in an attempt to calm herself, it doesn't work, "it really shouldn't get to me anymore, right? Like I should be used to it by now, I know-"

"You shouldn't." the sound of Nat's voice surprises the both of them. "Sorry, it's just that you shouldn't have to get used to it. You deserve better." She says and turns out the window. Shauna nods, the force of which tugs the stray tears in her eyes down her face.

After a few seconds of silence, Nat finds herself putting her hand atop Shauna's that lays on the center console and squeezes. Shauna takes her eyes off the road for a moment to find Nat's and then pulls over onto the next empty road she can find.

It's awkward at first but sweet. Shauna was on top of Nat in the passenger seat, kissing until their bodies demanded them to breathe. It wasn't until Shauna accidentally hit the lever to push the seat back that they considered doing anything more.

Shauna made the first advance, disconnecting her mouth from Nat's to take off her shirt, an idea Nat gladly agreed to and repeated on Shauna. Then, Shauna was all over. Down her sharp chin collar bones until she reached her first destination. "Can I?" Shauna asked, motioning her head towards the girls' breasts. Nat made no verbal response, only able to nod emphatically at the idea.

The drive after that was very still. Both girls too scared to break the deafening silence of the car. In the last stretch of the drive, Nat made her last impulse statement of the night.

"I had a nice time tonight, with you," she swallows, "and if you were ever up for it again, just, y'know, give me a call. Or something"

"Yeah. I'd like that."

"Cool"

The two connect hands over the center console, and silence claims its place in the car again, but this time, it's a comfortable one.

Before getting out of the car, Nat tugs Shauna in for a chaste kiss before holding an imaginary hat brim and tipping her head in thanks. Shauna gives a giggle and answers with an "Anytime, M'lady."

She waits until Nat is in the door to leave, and Nat watches her take off from the window.

a/n:

writing down bad natalie scatorccio is going to become a hobby i can tell. i wanna maybe do this from shauna POV next and then maybe more chapters forward, if theres any interest in it!!

anyway thank you so much for reading!!

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