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puckinghischier · 10 months ago

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Bouy

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader gets dragged to the bar by jack to meet all of his teammates, but finds herself drawn to a certain swiss captain

notes: part 2 to locksmith!! probably some inaccuracies about various player’s personalities, but all in the name of entertainment, right? i didn’t proofread either, oops. don’t know if i’m happy with how this turned out but here it is nonetheless. hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏼

part 1, part 3, part 4

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The bar that Jack picked is surprisingly busy for a week night. It’s not overcrowded, but it’s busy enough to where you’re having to hold on to the back of his shirt so you don’t lose him. He leads the two of you over to a set of tables tucked away at the back of the bar. Jack is greeted with shouts and hugs as you drop your grip on him and simply stand back, letting him have his moment. You recognize a few of the faces, no names coming to mind, but most of the faces you’ve never seen before. You should know the names and faces of who you’re assuming are Jack’s teammates, but the truth is, despite your relationship with the Hughes family, you’ve never been one to follow hockey very closely. You don’t come from an area where hockey is a big deal, and though you understand the logistics of the game and you’ve traveled to watch all three brothers in some of their biggest games pre-NHL, your knowledge of the league’s players pretty much begins and ends with Jack, Luke, and Quinn.

“Long time no see, hallway sleeper,” you’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a voice in your ear. You turn to see Nico, no hat this time, soft, brown hair on full display. He was still wearing a white t-shirt, only his sweats have been swapped for jeans this time.

“Long time no see, locksmith.”

Nico laughs, and for the second time today you allow yourself to think about how lovely the sound is. “You know, all in a day’s work.”

“Sounds like someone really should have a conversation with the big heads at the NHL. Their poor players work so hard, only to have to pick up second jobs on their off days in order to pay the bills. Shame on them,” you joke.

“I know! Maybe it’s time I go on strike, put my full attention to helping pretty girls break into their apartments full time,” he responds, a small blush forming on your cheeks.

“Well I don’t know about all that, I need my own personal locksmith on call at all times. You can’t abandon me in my time of need!”

“Wouldn’t ever dream of it,” Nico places his hand over his chest, feigning offense. You glance over his shoulder, eyeing the bar, thinking about the vodka cranberry that’s calling your name. He turns and follows your eyes. “Did you want to go get something to drink-“

“Neeks!! What’s up man! We missed you today!” Jack cuts Nico off as he turns around, sticking a hand out in-between himself and his captain. “The kids were asking where you were, you totally have to come with us next time!”

“Yeah, man. Next time, for sure. Just needed a rest day, y’know?” Nico responds, slapping Jack’s outstretched hand.

The two begin their own conversation about the charity skate while you stand in the background. You know Jack isn’t ignoring you on purpose, but you’re getting a little tired of just standing around, deciding that you need that drink sooner than later to loosen yourself up a bit and prepare yourself for the endless stream of socializing you know is about to come your way.

“Hey, J, I’m gonna get a drink, okay? I’ll be right back,” you interrupt the conversation, knowing Jack would be worried if he looked up and you were nowhere to be found.

“Oh shit, Y/N I’m so sorry, I totally forgot to introduce you to everyone. Neeks, this is Y/N, Y/N, Nico.”

“Yeah, we met earlier. When you decided to lock the door on your way out this morning and Nico seems to be the only person with a spare key to the place,” you deadpan, watching a confused look glaze over Jack’s features.

“I left the door unlocked, I swear! I even double checked as I was leaving, because Lu-“ Jack suddenly pauses. “Luke must have locked it when he went to grab his beanie he forgot. I’m so sorry, Bouy,” Jack apologizes, letting the nickname he gave you when you were kids slip out of his mouth.

“Bouy?” you hear Nico’s confusion, looking between the two of you, clearly confused.

“We’re not even going there right now, just a stupid nickname from one summer as a kid, not even important. What is important is that I get a drink, ASAP,” you say, once again trying to make your way to the bar.

You walk away from the two men, sights set on an empty spot near the end of the bar. Admittedly, getting a drink seemed way easier in theory than in execution, because no matter how hard you tried, you cannot get the attention of the bartender. You’ve tried waving, yelling, and following her as she makes her way down the line of patrons, but to no avail. You give up with a huff, turning around and leaning your back against the bar, trying to brainstorm how to get a drink in your hand sooner rather than later. “What if I just go take someone’s drink, what would they do then?” you speak aloud to no one other than yourself.

“I would advise against that. Who knows what concoctions some of these people are drinking.”

You whip your head around to find no other than Nico himself standing to your left. You begin to think him sneaking up on people is a habit of his, seeing as this is the second time he’s both surprised you and caught you talking to yourself today.

“You’ve got to stop sneaking up on me, Jesus.”

“Sorry. You just seemed so lost in that head of yours. I’d ask you what you’re thinking, but I’ve learned if I stand here long enough you’ll just say it out loud,” Nico jabs, amusement once again present in his brown eyes. It seems that’s a common occurrence whenever you’re in his presence.

“If you think I speak my mind now, just wait until I actually get a few drinks in me. You’ll be begging me to shut up,” you joke, turning slightly to see if the bartender is anywhere near your area.

“How about we test the theory. Need help?” he asks, challenging your words.

“I mean, be my guest, but I’ve been trying for what seems like forever,” you grumble, moving over slightly to make room for him at the bar.

You watch him stick his hand out, the bartender almost immediately looking over and nodding, signaling she’ll be right over. Your jaw drops. You were a little pissed, honestly. How in the hell did he just do that? You turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowed.

“How in the hell did you just do that?” your mouth mirrors your thoughts.

“Oh y’know, I have my ways,” he says, eyes twinkling, smirk on his lips.

“No, I demand to know. There’s no way I’ve been standing up here for the better part of fifteen minutes with not even a glance in my direction, yet all you have to do is stick your hand out two inches from your face and suddenly you’re next in line,” you spit out, your tone showing your frustration at the situation.

Nico opens his mouth to respond, but a voice from the other side of the bar sounds before he can get a word out.

“Hey, Neeks, what can I get for ya? Your usual?” the woman serving drinks asks, using the same nickname Jack calls Nico.

“Nah, just a Michelob for me tonight. Got morning skate tomorrow,” he tells her, seeming familiar with the woman. She turns to you, giving you the opportunity to really look at the girl. She was short, but not shorter than yourself. She had platinum blonde hair that was tied back into a high ponytail, a pen stuck right through the middle of it. She was wearing a bright green cropped tank top with black leggings. Her make-up was the perfect combination of natural, yet bold. She was….really fucking pretty. Like, intimidatingly pretty. The kind of girl that would make even the most confident of women feel slightly insecure, to no fault of her own.

“Is that all or…?” she trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

“Can I just get a vodka cranberry? Double?” you asked, suddenly regretting your decision to not even wear make-up tonight.

You hear her scoff through a “Of course, coming right up,” before looking at Nico once again, then hurrying off to grab Nico’s beer and your cocktail.

“Is there something wrong with a vodka cran up here? Why the attitude?” you spit out, annoyed that she clearly found an issue with your choice of drink.

“You just have to ignore Jess, she’s a bit of an alcohol snob. Thinks everyone should drink top shelf or not even bother drinking at all,” Nico gives you the girl’s name.

You were going to respond to the fact that the two are on a first name basis, but your drinks arrived before you had the chance. You looked up to thank the girl, Jess as you now know, but shut your mouth when you saw the exchange happening before you.

“Just add it to my tab, Jess. Both of them,” Nico tells her, grabbing the bottle of Michelob sitting in front of him.

“Sure thing, Neeks. If you need anything else just give me a shout. You know where to find me,” Jess lets her hand linger, briefly brushing against Nico’s. You look up to her face, seeing the sultry look in her eyes, her chin slightly dropped. She’s looking at Nico like he’s a meal and she hasn’t eaten in days. Glancing over at the man standing next to you, you notice his entire face is flushed red, up to the tips of his ears.

Your brows shoot up in both surprise and understanding. These two have slept together! Her actions a dead giveaway, albeit subtle. Girls recognize girls, you know? It surely explains why he was so quick to get her attention when you couldn’t even get so much as a glance. You’re fighting against every single muscle in your face to not break out into laughter, finding this amusing for some reason.

“Yeah, gotcha. Thanks, Jess,” Nico replies to the girl, stepping back a few inches from the bar.

You turn and follow him in the direction of the tables from earlier, trying your hardest to not get lost in the crowd of bodies you’re having to weave through.

“So, you didn’t tell me that all I had to do to get the bartender’s attention was sleep with her,” you said, stopping Nico in his tracks.

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and face red, seeming a little embarrassed. You worry you’ve already stuck your foot in your mouth much too early into the night.

“How did you- What makes you think-“ he fumbles over his words.

“I’m a girl, silly. I know when another girl is giving a man the ‘you gave me one of the best nights of my life and I want to do you again’ eyes. Nothing to be ashamed of, she’s gorgeous,” you interrupt, amused at his embarrassment.

You actually think its kind of sweet he seems embarrassed. You half expected him to meet your comments with a smirk and puff his chest out a bit, proud that he’d scored such a beautiful woman, but he’s not. You’ve met plenty of Jack’s previous teammates over the years, most of them cocky assholes that care about nothing more than who they can sleep with next. Never missing the chance to boast to all of his buddies about the blonde chick he managed to sneak into his room last night.

Nico’s response was the complete opposite of that. He almost recoiled at your words, looking like he wanted to crawl under the nearest table he could find and hide there until the end of the night. It’s a refreshing contrast to what you’re used to. You start to feel a little bad for even bringing it up.

Nico stands still, staring at you like he’d rather be anywhere else at the moment, beer forgotten in his hand. You can see the wheels turning in his head on how he’s going to get out of this situation. “Hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s none of my business. I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just used to Jack’s other friends that never shut up about who they sleep with. My filter has a few holes in it I need to patch up I guess. I haven’t even had a drink and I’m already sticking my foot in my mouth-“

“I haven’t slept with her.”

Your mouth snaps shut mid-sentence. You stare at the man in front of you, noticing how he keeps fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable. He keeps shifting his weight from foot to foot, switching his beer from left to right to run whichever hand is free through his hair. His eyes keep darting anywhere but your face, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

“Well if you haven’t then she sure wants to,” you try to backtrack a bit, hoping you can humor your way out of the mess you walked yourself into.

“Yeah, I’m sure she does. Just like she wants to sleep with the rest of the team,” he scoffs out. “Don’t get me wrong, Jess is nice and all, but she hits on all of us. It’s worked on a few of the guys. I’ve seen her drop a few of them off at practice in the mornings, but she never lets it go farther than that. Some of the guys prefer…arrangements like that, but it’s not really my style,” Nico replies, shocking you with his sudden honesty.

“I find it hard to believe that beautiful blondes aren’t your type, but I’ll let it slide for now,” you narrow your eyes, not sure how else to respond to his unexpected candor.

“It seems that my type is talkative strangers, but I’ll let you know if it changes,” Nico tells you with a smirk, his shift in personality giving you whiplash as he walks off without another word.

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“So, where exactly are you from, Y/N?” you get asked for the fourth time in about 5 minutes from the man sitting to your right. You can’t exactly remember his name, only that he’s drank about 4 beers in the time you’ve been sitting here. Considering Jack went down the line and literally rapid fired names at you once you returned to the tables, you forgive yourself for not remembering.

“Dawson, she already told you three times, dude. She’s from Tennessee!” the man to your left shouts across you a little too loudly. You flinch a bit at just how loud these guys can be, having been shuffled around from conversation to conversation for the past hour, each man reaching a volume you didn’t know was humanly possible.

Jack will come by whatever table you’re currently at about every 30 minutes and tug you in whatever direction he sees fit, going on and on about how you just HAVE to meet so and so because they’ll love you. You love that he’s trying to include you and integrate you into the group dynamic the team has going on, but you really wish he would just let you mingle on your own.

His teammates have been nothing but welcoming and kind, but most of them are more than a few drinks deep and have been talking about whatever upcoming game they have and what strategies they need to improve on, leaving you left out and unable to add anything to the conversation.

“Virginia, actually. But close! I lived right on the border of Tennessee and Virginia, so it’s almost like I’m from both,” you shout back, explaining your origin…again.

“Wait, Virginia and Tennessee border each other?” Mr. four beers questions, Dawson you’ve just learned.

“Mercer you idiot, of course they border each other. Have you ever even looked at a fucking map?” the man to your left responds, reaching behind you and slapping Dawson on the back of the head.

“Ow! I’m from Canada, Johnny! How am I supposed to know? Do you know what Canadian states border one another?” Dawson fires back at the man to your left, Johnny.

“Provinces.”

“What?”

“Canada has provinces, not states, Dawson,” Johnny says, a blank look on his face as he stares at Dawson.

“Fuck you. And your Harvard degree,” Dawson crosses his arms and puffs up like a kid. It’s amusing really, watching the two bicker like siblings.

As the two continue to go back and forth, you can’t help but let your eyes wander around the bar, searching for a pair of brown ones. You haven’t spoken to Nico since he walked away from you earlier, after he all but told you that you were his type. His words took you by surprise, having only known the man for a few hours. You can’t lie and say you didn’t find him attractive from the moment you saw him standing in his doorway this morning, but you can’t let yourself go there, can you? You’ve been in the city less than twenty-four hours. You haven’t even fully unpacked all of your clothes yet, and here you are, unable to get your best friend’s captain off of your mind.

Just as you try to shake the thoughts running through your head, a pair of eyes find yours, causing you to sit up a little straighter. He’s standing at a table with Jack and a man that you remember to be named Timo. He’s Swiss, too, you learned when Jack introduced the two of you. He told you that he and Nico played together before they both found themselves with the Devils, the pair having hockey history.

Nico glances away, only briefly, before finding your eyes again, noticing the two men arguing on either side of you. He raises his eyebrow, as if asking you if you need help, but you just shrug and give a little half smile, rolling your eyes as if to say ‘boys, right?’. He lets out a chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly. You see him exchange a few words with Jack and Timo before stepping away from the table, walking in the direction of the table you’re sitting at.

Just as Nico is only a few steps away, you feel your phone buzzing from where its laying on your thigh. You look at the screen, your mother’s name flashing across the screen. Realizing you hadn’t called her since your plane landed earlier in the day, you decide you should probably take the call.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta take this call,” you slide out from in-between the two hockey players, still arguing away. They don’t even notice your departure, too lost in discussing geography.

You look over to see Nico stop in his tracks, a confused look on his face. You hold up your phone and point to the screen, mouthing the word ‘mom’ before walking over to a secluded corner of the bar for some quiet.

“Hey, mom. Sorry I forgot to call earlier. It’s been a long day,” you sigh, leaning against the cool brick wall.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay. I just wanted to see how you were settling in. See how the boys were,” she pauses. “Where are you? What’s all that noise in the background?” she questions, slight concern in her voice.

“You know Jack, he wanted to come out and ‘celebrate’ the fact that I live in Jersey now. Tried to get out of it, but Jack never misses a chance to go out. Still have a ton of unpacking to do. I hope to have it all done before too long, though.”

“I should’ve known Jack would be ready to party as soon as you got there. You were always his favorite tag along,” she chuckles, referencing all the time Jack would drag you to various outings and events during the summer.

“Yeah, well this tag along is ready to make her way to her bed for the night, but I have to drive Jack home, so I’ll probably still be here awhile.”

“Honey just tell him you’re ready to go home. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Nah, I can wait it out a little bit longer. He’s too busy introducing me to everyone. He was so excited for me to meet his teammates,” you quickly glance towards where Jack stands. “You’d think I was some local celebrity or something the way he’s been shuffling me from table to table for meet and greets,” you laugh into the phone.

“He’s just happy to have you around again, sweetheart. I know how much you missed him, I’m sure he missed you just as much. He’s just trying to make sure you’re included.”

“I know, I know. It’s sweet, really, I just wish he would’ve let me have a few days before throwing me into a group of drunk hockey players, as usual,” you tell your mom, trying not to sound ungrateful. You do appreciate how eager Jack is to have all his friends meet you, but you’re growing sleepier by the minute.

“Welcome to life with Rowdy…again,” your mom laughs, using Jack’s childhood nickname.

“At least it’s sure to be an interesting one,” you reply, causing her laugh to grow. “Alright, momma, I better go before Jack comes looking for me. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? I love you,” you say, looking over towards Jack’s table, watching him look around, likely noticing your absence.

“Alright, honey. I love you!” she says, hanging up the phone.

You lean your head back against the wall, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath before returning to the chaos of bodies across the room.

“Did Dawson and Johnny really make that bad of a first impression that you’re hiding in a dark corner?”

Yet again, you jump at the voice that seems to be following you around today. You raise your head up and open your eyes, Nico standing a few feet away from you. You simply close your eyes once again and lay your head back against the wall once more, needing another minute to collect yourself.

“You know, I think I’m going to buy you some of those shoes with squeakers in them, that way I can always know when you’re coming,” you tell him, enjoying the feeling of the cool concrete against your head.

All you hear in response is a laugh, which has you raising your head to look at Nico again. You admire the way he scrunches his nose when he laughs, already thinking about how you can coax the sound out of him again.

“Where’s the fun in that now…Bouy, was it?” he recalls your nickname from earlier, earning a glare from you.

“Don’t you even start,” you warn.

“You’re really not going to tell me why Jack called you that? I’ve been trying to get the story out of him for the past two hours. He won’t budge, saying only you can tell it.”

“Trust me, it’s not even worth your time. I don’t even understand why the nickname stuck. They’re all stupid, the lot of them,” you shut down the request.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pry it out of you one day. I’ll solve the Bouy mystery eventually,” Nico persists, not letting the subject drop that easily.

You remove yourself from the wall, sliding your phone into your back pocket. You run your hand through your hair with a huff, preparing yourself to join the others once again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My mom called, so I figured I’d better take it. A little tired, but I’m all good. Just hope Jack tires out sooner rather than later,” you shrug your shoulders.

“I can give him a ride home if you want to leave? I don’t mind, really. Not like it’s exactly out of the way,” Nico offers.

“No, I should stay. He was really excited for me to meet everyone tonight so I feel like I should at least stay a little bit longer. I don’t want to bail on him this soon.”

“Trust me, if it was up to Jack he wouldn’t leave until they kicked him out,” Nico states, nothing but seriousness in his tone.

“Well, we don’t call him Rowdy for nothing,” you joke. “Speaking of, we’ve been spotted,” you notice Jack making his way over to where the two of you stand.

“Hey, everything alright? I couldn’t find you and Timo said he saw you come over here awhile ago, then said he saw Nico come over here too. You okay?” Jack says as he approaches, glancing towards Nico before looking at you, concern in his tone and on his face.

“No, yeah, I’m fine. Mom called and I came over here so I could hear her better, then Nico came to check on me. We were about to come join everyone again, I was just enjoying the quiet for another minute,” you tell Jack, watching the worry fall from his face.

“Oh tell momma Y/L/N that her favorite surrogate son misses her,” Jack brightens at the mention of your mom, both of you viewing the other’s parents as a second set, just as close to them as you were your own.

“I will when she calls tomorrow,” you chuckle, knowing your mom will get a kick out of this conversation.

“I actually came over here to see if you were ready to go? We have morning skate tomorrow and Luke just texted me asking when we were coming home, which usually means he’s lonely and feeling left out, so we should probably get going,” Jack says, surprising you by granting your earlier wishes.

“Oh my god yes, please. I’m so tired,” you sigh, letting your shoulders slump, relieved that you’re only a few minutes away from climbing in your bed.

“I thought so, you looked like you were having a grand time with Dawson and Johnny,” Jack laughs, recalling your earlier position between the two geography enthusiasts.

“They were literally yelling at each other about the geography of the U.S. and Canada,” you told the two men standing with you, both of them breaking out into laughter.

“That’s nothing. Once they argued for a full two hours on if pterodactyl was spelled with a p or not,” Nico adds in, having been silent until now, causing you to be the one filled with laughter.

Jack looks over, seeming to just now remember Nico was also standing with the two of you.

“You need a ride home, cap?” Jack offers, looking over at you with suspicious eyes before looking back at Nico.

“Nah, I’ve only had two beers. I’m good to drive. Plus, I should probably make sure Dawson gets home and in bed. He’s going to regret all those tequila shots when we have to be on the ice at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Exactly why I’m tapping out now. Be careful, Neeks. See you at practice,” Jack tells his captain before turning to you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“Like it’s a hot summer day.”

Jack smiles, the phrase becoming a trademark of yours over the years. You don’t even remember what started it, just that it’s become the signature end to many nights of fun for the two of you. He turns to walk away and you go to follow him before you realized you didn’t say goodbye to Nico. Not wanting to feel rude, you turn around to say your goodbyes to the captain.

“Goodnight, Nico. Have a good practice tomorrow.”

“Thanks. Goodnight, Bouy,” he responds, a shit-eating grin breaking out on his face.

Fuck you, Jack Hughes.

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heyitsme1040 · 1 year ago

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Don't Drown Me Out [b.b]

summary : Training in the gym, everything was going okay. Until Steve managed to knock Bucky to the floor, causing Bucky to have a flashback. His mind takes him back to what they did to him in Hydra. Slowly, reader manages to bring Bucky back to the present again, away from the painful memories that still affect Bucky.

pairings : Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings : PTSD flashback, discussion of torture, (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 800

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day twenty-eight of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘flashbacks’.

You were training at the gym. Natasha was guiding you through the steps to disarm someone while they have you in a choke hold. You could see across the room, on the mat, Steve and Bucky were sparring. Bucky seemed off, Steve was landing more of his hits than usual. You kept an eye on their session while focusing on what Nat was telling you to do. When Steve landed a harsher blow, Bucky stumbled. While he was regaining his footing Steve managed to swipe Bucky’s feet out from beneath him. The instant Bucky hit the map, you were walking over to them. It wasn’t the fact that Bucky fell, but the way he landed. It was like he wasn’t here in the present.

As you stepped onto the mat, Steve held his hand out to Bucky to help him up. Except Bucky scrambled away from the offered hand. He was trying to keep as much distance between himself and Steve as possible. Steve’s brows furrowed and he took a half step closer to Bucky. At the movement, Bucky curled in on himself like he was trying to protect his vital organs.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky’s shaking voice whimpered out. “Please, I did my best. I’ll do better next time.”

Steve squatted, not moving any closer to Bucky’s curled up form. “Bucky.”

“I can do better, let me prove it.”

You walked behind Steve, making sure to stay in Bucky’s line of sight. You slowly walked closer to him, paying attention to Bucky’s form. As you got closer Bucky stayed still, not trying to distance himself. Holding your hands up with your palms facing Bucky, you knelt on the mat by his head before sitting fully and crossing your legs.

“Bucky,” you lowly said, keeping your voice soft. “Can you hear me baby?”

Bucky turned his face toward you, but didn’t respond. His eyes were unfocused, but moved like he was watching something far away.

You lightly set your hand next to his, “I need you to take a deep breath. You’re okay, love, you’re safe. You’re in the gym. It’s just me, you, Steve, and Nat in here. We’re at the compound in upstate New York.”

“New York��” Bucky slurred the word.

“Yeah baby. We’re in New York. You were sparring with Steve, remember?”

“Steve?”

You motioned for Steve to come closer, “He’s right here. He managed to knock you off your feet, that’s all. Everything’s okay.”

Bucky uncurled himself slightly and placed his hand on top of yours.

“Hey pal,” Steve gave a small wave.

You lifted your other hand to cup Bucky's check. He pulled away slightly before fully leaning into your touch. You gave him a tight smile, trying to keep yourself from falling apart. You hated how much Bucky's own mind tormented him. It was bad enough he witnessed the ghosts of his past when he was asleep, but now you wondered how often they haunted him while awake.

Bucky took a deep breath and wet his lips, "When am I?”

"It's the twenty-first century.” Steve spoke up. "And you've been free for a few years now.”

You stroked Bucky's check with your thumb. His stubble scratched nicely under your touch. "Can you tell us where you were just now?”

Bucky shivered despite the sweat clinging to him. "I was in the training cage. Back in some Hydra base. They used to have their best agents fight me. I was meant to fight them to the death, and they were told to beat me until I passed out. When I'd lose, I'd wake up strapped to a metal chair. That'd shock me. Except it was different.”

"Baby,” your voice trailed off, your heart aching for him.

“They weren't wiping me to start over. They were punishing me. They only stopped when I passed out from seizing. That's how they discovered it takes my body longer to heal my mind than it did the rest of me.”

You wrapped your arms around him. You didn't care that the two of you were laying on a sweaty mat. You didn't care that Nat and Steve could see you clearly clinging onto Bucky. All that mattered was having Bucky close to you. You clung to him, trying to protect him from monsters that were no longer around. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pressing you as close to him as possible.

"You're safe,” you couldn't tell which one of you your words were meant to comfort.

Bucky nodded against you. The two of you stayed there, present in the moment. You heard the door to the gym close, informing you of Nat and Steve leaving.

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that,” you spoke into his neck.

Bucky squeezed you tighter, "If it means I got you, then it was worth it. Every single time.”

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ghostbustting · 7 months ago

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I REALLY NEED A PART 2 OF YOUR FIRST FANFIC-

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From the 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 series

90s!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut.

The lingering encounter with James Hetfield that night before his concert kept me up and awake almost every night, the printed pictures I kept, as James told me to do, an evidence of the filthy things we did on that couch. An evidence of how a frontman of a metal band was able to make me lose my self respect and dignity. Turning the old decent me to someone with such dirty thoughts every lonely night.

The way he held me, the way he felt in me, the way he kissed me, the way he talked to me.. every single thing he did to me that night burned a hole in my brain in order to fill that hole with that exact memory.

How I’d go through those pictures of me whenever I couldn’t sleep at night while I yearn for him is surely something I found shameless for me that I have to keep to myself.

His face, his voice, his touch.. oh what more can I wish for than to see him again? I can’t help but wonder if this even meant anything to him but meaningless sex with a random photographer.

I’d go through my days, walking down to street only to find people wearing Metallica t-shirts, posters of him on random walls, his music blaring from some bar. Everything just forced me to remember him.

Even at work, my colleagues wouldn’t stop praising me for being able to meet all four members of Metallica in person. If only they knew what happened between me and one of those members that night.

Another thing that bugged me was the fact that there’s still one last thing he asked of me that I have not done; to go to his next concert and give him the copies of the pictures.

Each time his requests linger in my mind, I feel a pang of nervousness in my heart, knowing my full schedule of work had prevent me to fulfill what he wanted me to do, not having enough free time and so less money to even buy a ticket if I had time. It felt like I had completely lose the chance of meeting him once again and giving him those pictures that could’ve made him remember our encounter forever.

It’s a thought I start to think of daily.

That fact also made me remember what I am, just a lucky new photographer that was sent to take innocent pictures in the backstage of Metallica’s show. Being able to be touched and acknowledged by James Hetfield that way should be more than enough luck for me.

I should be grateful.

But at the same time, it’s him.

How can one not be greedy when it’s James Hetfield?

At first, I don’t believe nor understand how girls could easily fall to their knees just by the sight of him from a piece of paper or the sound of him from the radio. I thought he was just another rock star with a bunch of groupies. I was wrong, apparently. That man just knows his ways around women.

His presence onstage and offstage can both make you pay full attention to him, he was.. a totally interesting person. Even besides the sex we had.

It was the frontman effect I suppose, always being able to catch people’s attention.

Then, as if fate have finally went my way, my manager decided to send me to yet again another Metallica concert to take more pictures of the band and the show. Words cannot express how much I wanted to jump up and down and spin around and roll around the ground out of excitement that day. I couldn’t count how many people thought I was a mad woman walking down the streets with a smile that wide, cheeks red.

My heart never stopped beating loudly whenever I think about meeting Hetfield in person again, no matter whether he decided to play with me again or forgotten about me. I just yearn to see those blue eyes of his in person once again. To make him see me again. To make him acknowledge me again. Even if he forget me, at least I’ll please myself by doing enough such as observing in the sight of that beautiful man.

This time, they sent me with a partner again— and unfortunately, he was well and healthy, meaning I had to go through this with him trailing around with me together. Though it means easier work process, it also gave me a small lost of hope for having a private encounter with Hetfield again. That is if it’s even possible in the first place.

That night, my partner, Stan and I walk into the backstage together, this time we were told to go after the show instead of before the show. Yet the situation is no different, still the same busy backstage of a Metallica concert.

“Just.. act professional but keep it totally casual, ‘kay?” I spoke to him, he had an stupid nervous expression on his face as he nods that made me cringe to myself, he was also a new photographer, a little younger than me even. He’s kind of a wimp, always making me do all the fucking talking. But eh it’s his first time meeting one of the biggest metal bands.

I walk ahead of him, practically leading his slow and unsure steps even though I barely know this place, I just continue to walk down the hallway. Cause as they say, keep moving forward.. right?

And as I thought in my theory, we came across a door with the band’s name on it, apparently all in the same dressing room this time. “Is that it?” Stan asked behind me in a shocked whisper.

I roll my eyes a little and chuckle nervously at his dorky reaction, trying to act like this shit is normal to me. Meanwhile, my mind cannot stop thinking about James and the pictures he asked me for that I had brought in my bag. “Professional, right?” I say, almost to myself more than to him.

“Okay, let’s do this…” I mutter with a sigh as I slowly place my hand on the handle, pulling it down with a tongue click as I slowly push the door open.

Just as I did, oh guess just who showed up in front of the door?

James stood there, a stupid smirk was on his face— yeah, that typical James Hetfield smirk, his sweat visible through his black top, yet another beer in his hand. His eyebrows raised and his smirk faltered a little when he saw me, quite obviously surprised to see me here.

Our eyes meet, not a single one of us able to utter out a word as we’re still phased by this sudden reunition. He blinked a couple times before taking the sight of me in, “..You.”

My own eyes widened a little, before I clear my throat and speak as well. “Hi. We’re uh.. here to take pictures for the papers..?” My fingers fiddle with the strap of my rucksack. I can only hope he doesn’t have any super hearing ability. Cause then he’d be able to hear the sweat trickling down the back of my neck, the small breaths I let out nervously, or how embarrassingly fast my heart beats.

Then, his smirk returns and he move aside. “Right. Step right in, sweets.” He say, calling me with that damn nickname again that I haven’t been able to shoo out of my head ever since our last encounter, the way he called me ‘Sweets’ or ‘Sweetheart’ scratching a part of my brain that I surely cannot reach.

Stan and I then enter the room, finding the other three scattered around, some groupies sitting on the couch with them. Drummer Lars Ulrich looked up and grinned when he saw me, “The pretty one’s back, huh?” He asked James, who was walking behind me.

“She’s here to collect hot pictures of us again for her lonely nights, aren’t ya?” James chuckle, walking by me with a secret pat to my ass, something the others couldn’t see.

Jason Newsted turned his eyes towards Stan, raising an eyebrow. “And who’s this dude?” He snickered with Lars, meanwhile Kirk Hammett only chuckled a little.

I turn to Stan, sighing when I found him frozen in his spot, eyes wide and hands trembling a little. I clear my throat and gently place a hand on Stan’s back, “This is Stan, he’s my um.. partner.” I introduced him slowly.

I feel a lump in my throat when I feel a pair of eyes staring at me beside me. There’s only one member that isn’t sitting on that couch, and by this time I’m pretty sure I can recognize his gaze, having thoughts about it once too many times before.

Taking deep breaths, I turn to Stan, smiling a little. “Remember, professional. One hundred percent professional.” I say to him, even though I really should be concerning about myself when I say that.

Stan and I then start to take pictures of the guys, Stan focusing on Lars and Kirk while I focus on James and Jason, feeling James’ eyes on me the entire time I take the pictures for Jason first, almost too obvious to avoid. I can hear him sigh every now and then, especially when I kept laughing and telling Jason to put his chin down since he wont stop putting it up.

After awhile, I move on to James, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

While I take the pictures of him, he took a big sip of his beer, making my photography look completely candid. I try to act casual about the way he gaze at me, trying to do my job professionally. He was quiet and easy to deal with, judging from how Stan is struggling with the drummer and guitarist over there.

That’s when he spoke up, “So.. took you damn long enough.” He said.

I look up with a raised eyebrow, “Sorry?”

He chuckle and run a hand through his gorgeous hair, he looked at the others first before continuing, finding them occupied with Stan and the groupies. “It’s been weeks. Have you forgotten about what I told you to do?” He ask, his voice a little lower now.

Clearing my throat, I look away a little. I thought about my answer, looking up to make sure the others are still too busy to notice the proximity between James and I. I shake my head and reach my hand into my bag, “I.. No, I’ve got the—”

“Not here, sweetheart.”

I look up at him with confusion and surprise as my hand pauses, “What do you mean?” I ask slowly, feeling quite unsure of what he mean by that. It’s not like the others will notice it, right?

He look at me with that stupid fucking smirk again that he surely gave to all of the thousand girls he had underneath him before me, “Come with me.” He whisper with a spark of excitement in his voice, “My hotel’s right around the corner.”

My eyes widen and I swallow the lump in my throat, I glance at the others once again. “But they—” James’ hand took my jaw gently and turned my head back towards him.

“They wont give a fuck.” He smirk and took advantage of my statue-like state, taking my hand and grabbing his jacket.

He slowly slip through the room’s door and took me with him, making our way towards the exit. “James!” I whisper-yelled, finding this risky and too obvious. I wouldn’t want Stan to tell anyone that James Hetfield took me back to his hotel room.

“Don’t worry, just a little adventure.” He winked to me.

My mind was racing with thoughts of what’s going on, why he needed to take me out of here, what his plan was. But the fact that it’s just us.. going to his hotel room.. already made me feel like I’m gonna pass out.

He took us into a cab. My hand in his the entire time is something that made me feel so warm and excited, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.

I look up at him, only to find him completely chilled and looking out the window like this is a regular thing for him to do. Perhaps it is. He probably fucked a girl before the show anyways.

The ride seems to take so long despite him saying the hotel was just around the corner, his hold on my hand seems to tighten while not even gazing my way, my heart seems to explode in any minutes now with how nervous he make me even just by sitting close to him and holding his hand.

When we stop in front of the hotel, he wasted no time with paying the driver and opening the door. Rushing us out and into the big hotel, careful for any lurking fans or paparazzi around us.

It went so fast.

Everything went so fast.

Too fast, perhaps?

Cause even after zoning out just a bit, the next thing I know I was pushed into his hotel room and pinned against the closed door behind me, one of his hand beside my head while the other on my waist.

The position we’re in reminds me too much of when we first met, the same way he pinned me against the door of his dressing room, the way his bigger figure towers over me, his eyes so mesmerizing you won’t even think of looking away.

He was silent, somehow. His face slightly leaning down, close to my neck. I can smell the faint scent of beer from his breath and the cologne he wore mixed with some of his after-show sweat.

My breath hitched when he squeezed my hip and press a kiss on my neck, his beard giving a slight tickle to my skin. I feel the warmth of his tongue gently glide on my skin, dampening a spot on my neck.

Trembling a little, my hands reach up and hold his shoulder, squirming a little as he starts to violate my neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin now.

My soft sighs fills his ear as he focus on marking my neck, licking each freshly marked spot to make them hurt less.

He groaned into my hair, pulling me close and grinding the rock hard bulge on his pants against me, “What took you so long to visit me again, baby? I thought we made a deal..” He grumbled, both his hands on my hips now as he continue his attempts to grind on my body.

I whimper and run a hand through his hair, gripping the strands lightly. “I.. I was busy..” I spoke in a small voice, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Right..” He chuckled, as if he doesn’t believe me.

Suddenly, he hold me still by my waist and lift me up, carrying me all the way to the tidied up hotel bed. “Strip. You’re a big girl, do it yourself.” He commanded, the sternness in his voice surprising me a little. “And give me that.” He grabbed my bag and yanked it away from me.

Knowing better than to disobey him, I sit up on the edge of the bed and slowly begin to discard every piece of fabric that covers my skin away from him. I didn’t know what he was doing with my bag, but I didn’t really care. I feel some sort of trust towards him, strangely enough.

By the time I take off my last piece of clothing, which is my panties, I feel the mattress behind me sinking down as James’ weight joins mine on the bed, his body completely bare as well.

I turn around and find him sitting with his legs spread out, his hard cock standing proudly with precum dripping out of his red swollen tip. He was leaning on the pillows, smirking at me as he hold one of the pictures I printed from our last session in his hand.

Raising an eyebrow with a small blush on both my cheeks, I slowly crawl up the bed and beside him. I watch as he took his cock in one of his big hands, pumping it up and down as he look through the printed pictures.

“Fuck, sweetheart..” He grunted out as he work on himself.

I sat there like an idiot, not knowing what to do. My eyes are completely hallucinated by the sight of his hand gripping and jerking off his cock. He must’ve noticed my eyes, cause then he chuckled and smirk at me. “Like what you’re seeing?”

I watch as he continue to masturbate to the filthy pictures in his hands, I can feel my bare pussy aching at the thought of having him inside me again, pressing my thighs together as I slowly nod, looking almost shameful for it.

He beckoned for me to come closer with his fingers, “Come here, sweet girl.”

Slowly, I start crawling closer, my eyes still intrigued by his cock. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen it in person, nights I’ve spent yearning for it to fill me up, looking at it through the picture of me sucking it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel it in person.

With me taking too long to come closer, he took his hand off his cock and grabbed me by my hips, positioning me with such ease to sit on his mouth, facing the rest of his body. He was manhandling me like I knew he would tonight. How I love feeling those big hands on me.

I gasp when I was introduced to the warmth and wetness of his tongue again, this time licking up and sucking on my aching cunt. I moan with pleasure, “James!” My hand clasped onto my mouth as the absolute lust controlled over me. “F-fuck..!”

His hand grabbed my arm tightly and pulled my hand off my mouth. To my surprise, he led it down towards his twitching cock, leading me to wrap my palm around it and move my hand up and down his shaft. “Keep going..” He murmured.

I can feel his voice and groan vibrate against my pussy as I willingly move my hand up and down him, all while whimpering and squirming on top of his mouth, his tongue won’t stop devouring me, his lips practically making out with my clit.

Heavy breaths are all I can make out with small vulnerable “James..” ’s. We just started yet I already feel like crumbling into pieces right on his magician of a tongue.

Forcing myself to lean forward over his body, I stretch myself enough for my mouth to be able to reach the tip of his cock, sliding it past my lips and into my mouth, causing another groan to vibrate up me from his mouth.

Time seems to stop.

Innocence turns into impurity.

Hesitance turns into addiction.

Admiration turns into obsession.

All that I can ever think of at this moment is how his tongue slides up and down my soaking cunt and diving past the folds, making me lose my mind while I try to continue bobbing my head up and down his girth, almost choking.

But I couldn’t care less if I choke. It felt good. He felt right in my mouth. And suddenly it was my mission to please him as much as he pleased me. To make him addicted to my touches like I am to his.

And it seemed to work.

Cause then he grabbed my hips and pull on my ass even more, pressing me down onto his face as his tongue discover me even deeper. His hands starts travelling up to my chest and grope my breasts and every single flesh he can squeeze, his own hips thrusting up into my mouth.

I pull back from his cock to let out the loudest moan I’ve ever let out in my entire life, coming down from my high right on his cock, feeling him drink all my juices up as if he’s been in Sahara the whole time. “Ah..! Shit..!” I gasp, grinding back and forth on his face before lifting my hips up to let him breathe.

That’s when white streaks of his own cum starts to shoot up to my face, I hear him groan even more as his cock twitches and slowly soften again.

I get off him and take deep breaths as I lightly touch my face, scooping up some of his cum with my finger. I desperately suck on that finger, needing to taste him.

James sat up and gently hold my chin as I suck on the cum on my finger, my eyes look up at him. He groans at the sight and push my finger aside so he can kiss me passionately, holding my face in his hand.

Pulling away, he rest his forehead on mine. “You know, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He confessed, grinning. “Didn’t even fuck a single girl these weeks, waiting for you.”

I hum and sigh, trying to catch my breath as he wipe the rest of his cum off my face using a piece of clothing laying around. “Is.. Is that so?” I ask in pure disbelief. I didn’t even expect him to remember me. Let alone thinking about me and waiting for me all these weeks.

“Yes, you.. you intrigue me, sweetheart.” I close my eyes when the back of his hand caress my cheek, “So I’m just saying..” He grin widely before covering my eyes with his hands, making me smile and giggle. “Picture us.. going around this shitty town tomorrow.. just the two of us. I’ll take you wherever you want.” He press a light kiss on my lips.

With his hands still covering my eyes, I grin and hum, pretending to think about it. “..alright.”

My vision then return when he pull his hand back, smiling widely like a teenager that just asked out his crush. “Alright?” He repeated, to which I chuckle and nod at. “Alright!” He whisper-yelled to himself in celebration.

I laugh softly, who knew James Hetfield was such a dork? But god, just thinking of where this might lead fills my heart with a new emotion. It feels warm, almost comforting, seeing him smile genuinely and not one of those cheesy Hetfield smirks.

When I tried to stand up, he suddenly pull me back down and wrap his arms around me. “I didn’t remember saying we’re done for the night..” He whisper in my ear.

God, this man..

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lueurjun · 1 year ago

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ENHA REACTION ⋆̩ s/o that wears a hip chain and anklets

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🖇·˚ ༘┊ 𝐑𝐄𝐐 . @666booklover , , Heyy 😁 Its me again lol.. can I pls request an enha reaction to a s/o that always wears a hip chain and anklets, if it's not too much trouble 😅. (like do u think they'd think it's 🥴 or something Imao). My Indian bestie heard I had an account and I am speaking on her behalf (aaand I just got pinched) tysm!!

˚ ༘💭 ·˚ message from lueurjun . . . hope this was okay for you my love !! sorry it took so long, i had a major brain fog and couldn’t seem to find the right words, but i hope i did your request justice.

★ ! H E E S E U N G

no but he hasn’t breathed the same since he met you

bro wheezes in your mere presence

legit the embodiment of the pick up line: ‘are you an inhaler because you took my breath away’

yeah he’s cute but i’d write you poetry just sayin

he’s so in love with you in general, but with the added combination of you wearing hip chains and anklets, he’s enamoured by you

enamoured 🤓 look at me thinkin i’m smart

literally would go out of his way to get you more

drives the rest of the members up the wall with how much he talks about you

“they were wearing such a beautiful hip chain piece, the other day with a gorgeous anklet to match it- it brought out their eyes and-‘

‘heeseung im glad you’re a simp, but please shut up’

that was 100% jay or ni-ki ( i bet jay )

i can see him pouting when you decide not to wear one

like he just stares at you for a little while and you’re like ??

not that he doesn’t find you stunning without them, he does, but he’s grown accustomed to you wearing them

not him being obsessed… i could be more obsessed if you want. say the word, i’ll roundhouse kick him

he also likes the noises they make whenever you move

it literally soothes him??

bro stop before i literally cry

he’s so in love pls let me be you for a day

or be with you 😏

★ ! J A Y

slightly more reserved than heeseung

as in, not as obsessive about it, but he still loves them type of thing

he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but not so much that you feel unappreciated because he still makes sure to compliment them — and you in general

that’s right. yeah he does. if not, he’ll have a meeting with my fists: pretty and punch.

though just because he’s not as obsessed does not mean he’s not observant

he pays enough attention to know which ones you prefer, and which colour you wear more often

so when he decides to surprise you with a new anklet or hip chain, it’s always the colour that you prefer

OBSERVANT KING 👏

jay is also a fashion icon, so a lot of the time, he helps you pair them with a super nice outfit

super proud to strut around with you on his arm wearing your pretty hip chain which matches with your outfit, paired with a gorgeous anklet

mesmerising the locals with your outfits during a little coffee date

this could be us but you playinnn 😔🤟

no but seriously, jay loves your hip chains and anklets ( almost as much ) as he loves you

i could love you more tho

★ ! J A K E

this man legitimately GIGGLES whenever he catches sight of the chain

someone poison me he’s so cute

just when he thinks he’s found his favourite one

you rock up in different one and suddenly, that’s his favourite

and don’t even get him started on the anklets

bro loses all composure

me when you exist fr 🤭😌

to be honest, i can see jake wanting to match anklets with you

and he for sure would gift you one with a ‘j’ initial on it just because he loves you

‘not because he owns me, ‘cause he really knows me’ BOP

jake is 100% the type to play with it

like you could be laying together and all of a sudden you’d feel his fingers gently brush against your skin

and when you glance down, he’s absentmindedly playing with your hip chain

or if your feet are in his lap

he’s fiddling with the chain of anklet

someone be my jake, i can’t handle this anymore

it’s a habit of his at this point so now you don’t really bat an eyelash when he does it

but it does cause a stir inside of you when he does it in front of his friends

because it’s so intimate?? and loving?? and in front of his friends proves that he doesn’t mind showing that bit of affection

a man that is secure and proud 👏 you deserve nothing less baby !!

but it’s also not over the top enough to be considered as PDA

sighhh i’m obsessed with you guys

★ ! S U N G H O O N

a lot like jay, like he doesn’t really make a huge deal out of it

he thinks they’re nice, and he likes them but he doesn’t feel the urge to make a massive deal

like jay, he will compliment you and make sure you know that he thinks you’re stunning and that they really go with your outfit

he may even become slightly more touchy but won’t say anything about it

nonchalant mf tryna act all cool 🙄😎

despite acting all cool, i can see sunghoon secretly making you a hip chain or an anklet ( maybe both )

like on valentine’s day, amongst all of the other gifts he’s spoiled you with

he just whips out a box and sheepishly hands it to you

imagine he just launches it at your head and walks off-

and when you open it, your eyes instantly brim with tears because you imagine him just sitting there for hours

awh imagine him sitting with his legs crossed- STOP I CAN’T BE PUBLICLY CRYING OVER A GROWN MAN SITTING DOWN

it’s obvious he’s put a lot of effort into it

he may have even followed a tutorial step by step

and it definitely becomes your favourite piece

posting it on your story and him complaining that all his friends are going to see

but then refusing to let you take it down when you offer because he feels superior knowing their partners will whine about him being so sentimental and creative

HES SO REAL FOR THAT PLS

once he sees how much you love it, he will make it a tradition for him to make you your very own piece every year

soon you have your own little boutique of hand crafted anklets and hip chains

that’s so romantic someone run me over

the boys tease him for being a simp, obviously but he can’t find it in him to feel embarrassed

not when he sees how happy you are

he’s well and truly smitten, but so are you so it’s all good

literally i would die for you both

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roostersgirlfriendlovesf1 · 11 months ago

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you're losing me | charles leclerc

prompt: charles has been off the past couple of weeks and all y/n wants to do is help him, but what can she do when he won't open up? it's tiring feeling alone, but it's hard to speak up. will charles finally let her in or will it be the end?

warnings: angst and sadness, but it ends up ok lol

a/n: hey guys! this is just a one part story, but i would really love some prompts. please feel free to request anything! i write for bradley bradshaw, lando norris, charles leclerc, mason mount, jake sersein, and christian pulisic. i also love using songs as inspo so pls feel free to use a song as a prompt! thanks for the support!

The past couple of weeks had been a game of if Charles would speak when he got home or not. The endless amounts of sympathy y/n gave him didn’t seem to open him up. She thought that perhaps he would let himself enjoy life over the summer break, but she doesn’t think he has even said four words to her. The past few days he had left early for runs, climbing out of bed and getting back into it without so much as a squeak of a floorboard. Nightly rituals between them had been forgotten. This was only their third month… She thought. There were so many things left unsaid between them, things that she felt unimportant to tell him. Things she thought could be seen as coming off “too strong.” But she was extremely tired of feeling alone. She missed his arm around her as they watched the Monaco skies, she missed the smell of his hair after he showered, and she just missed the sound of his voice. Her clothes in his drawers dedicated to her started to feel misplaced. She felt like her presence started to feel like an intrusion. She was practically living with him, but it started to feel like she should be paying rent.

y/n sat on a barstool, waiting for Charles to come back from running whatever errand he hadn’t told her about. Her head was in her hands as she stared lazily out the window, dark clouds were forming. Click. The door opened. She looked at him, urging him to speak. He looked at her, a quick glance before walking into their room. She heard the water start running in the shower. A tight feeling formed in her throat. How can he not see there’s a problem? She placed her head in her hands and allowed herself to shed a few tears. A few minutes went by before the sound of footsteps interrupted her silence. She picked her head up. “Charlie?” She tries to get his attention. No answer. Nothing new. She’s not sure she even remembers what it sounds like when he says her name. A sigh leaves his mouth.

“Yes?”

“Where are you going?” She asked, just a simple question.

“Out to dinner.” He tied his shoes.

Please just look at me. Please just see that there is something wrong. A brief moment of silence. “Somethings not working.” She bit her nails.

“I don’t understand.” He shook his head, dismissing her statement.

“I know you don’t.” Her brows furrowed. This can still be fixed. Everything we built can still stand. “Charles, you haven’t said four words to me since you’ve gotten home. Hell, you’ve barely talked to me for weeks. I don’t know what to do!”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“You haven’t even touched me.” The room once filled with light felt cold and empty.

“Didn’t know you needed that validation.” He mumbled.

“A hug is seen as validation? A fucking hug from someone I haven’t seen or spoken to because he won’t respond whether it’s in person or over the phone!” Just pull me into a hug now, all will be forgotten. Please just hold me.

“I don’t have time for this right now.” Disappointment.

“It's now or never. I’ve given you the best I have.” Tell me what to give after that. Her voice caught. She stood, feeling vulnerable in his sweatshirt and his sweatpants. Silence again. Silence that he was not willing to break. “Okay.” She nodded. “I’ll be out of here by the time you get home. I just-” She ran a hand through her hair, “I just need a bit to gather my things.” Guilt panged in her chest, the feeling of being an intruder tearing through her. She held her head high as she walked into their room, grabbing an empty box from beside the trash.

“Y/n.” He stood in the doorframe. She willed herself to continue packing, despite her longing for his voice. “Y/n.”

“Enough!” She slammed the shirt she had started folding into the box. “Just go to dinner.”

“I didn’t fucking ask you to stay through anything!” He snapped. “I don’t need to see you or feel your embrace every time I come home from a shitty race weekend.”

“Good because it's never happening again! You won’t ever have to see me again after tonight.” The sound of thunder caused her to flinch. Charles’ face softened as he glanced out the window.

“You can’t leave tonight.” He shook his head.

“I’ll do whatever I want.” She seethed. She kept her head down, making no eye contact. “You’ll do whatever you want tomorrow when the storm clears.” He stated. Y/n held her breath until she felt his presence dissolve. The sound of his footsteps led her to believe he went to his sim room. She shut the door quietly before breaking down. Her face felt burning hot as she rapidly shoved clothes into a random backpack. She frantically tried to collect herself before stepping back into the living room. She held a box in her arms as she struggled to open the apartment door. Rain poured as she sheltered under the overhang of the building. Her heart pounded, all she wanted to do was get out of his way. Y/n made a run for her car and quickly opened the trunk, shoving the box inside before slamming it closed and heading back inside. The lighting of the apartment was dark as the natural lighting was miniscule. Charles had moved to the couch, a solemn look in his eyes as he scrolled on his phone. He glanced up to see y/n drenched in rain. “Mon coeur…” He watched her as she ignored him and kept walking back to their room. He followed her, attempting to talk, but was quickly denied as she reached their bathroom and quickly locked the door.

Y/n peeled off the wet clothes and glanced at herself in the mirror. A quick rush of feeling came back to her as she let out a sob, steadying herself on the sink counter. The coldness of the rain washed off of her as she bathed in the warmth of the shower, although the tears never ceased to flow. How does she pick up her life after this? The relationship was so public, that doesn’t just fizzle out.

She walked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around her. Charles was sitting at the foot of the bed, feet planted, head in hands. She quietly grabbed her undergarments, a shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts from the bag she had packed earlier and retreated back into the bathroom. She never did that. Charles thought. She never hid herself away instead of doing something so intimate as changing her clothes in front of him. She changed in the bathroom and washed her face. Y/n opened the bathroom door slowly and noticed Charles in the same position. “I’m so embarrassed.” He spoke.

“Now you talk…” She whispered.

“I’m so fucking emberassed with myself I can’t stand it.” He held the end of the sleeves of his sweater in his hands. “I know I don’t deserve you and I know I’ve treated you horribly. There’s no excuse.” He kept his composure. “My team is just so-so aggravating and for a while I viewed you as my escape from all that, but the more interested in me you got and the more you wanted to know the more I grew embarrassed. I’m embarrassed with my performance in the car and I’m embarrassed for you to see that I’m undeserving of you. I never wanted to tear you down with me though.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her body moved first. She sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Me too.” She kissed the side of his face.

“I love you.” He brushed the wet hair off of her face. “And I really don’t want you to leave.”

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1

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marygillisapologist · 9 months ago

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Longing for closure | Charles x F!Reader

Pairing: Charles Smith x F!Reader

WC: 1142, aprox. 5 minute read

Teaser: “For the best, I know, but. I just-” He looked remain before stepping closer, looking into your eyes. His presence was overwhelming, and your need for his company was immense. “Charles, I-” You protested, avoiding his gaze. “Please.” He pleaded, stroking his hand against your cheek, keeping it there.

Warnings: Fluff, very little mention of sexual interactions | Secret Relationship | Pining

A/N: This is my first time writing anything so I'm open to critique and will appreciate any form of interaction. ALSO- If you find any grammar mistakes please feel free to tell me, since English isn't my first language. Anyways, hope you enjoy <3

Even though these last few months had been miserable and full of loss, a blooming love had grown in the dying fields. Two strong individuals in need of comfort, finding it in each other at an all time low. While the remaining members of the gang were scrambling to find safety in Lakay, a heated exchange had taken place between you and Charles Smith. After months of pining and longing for each other, you’d finally confronted your feelings. His burly arms had held you close, as his lips were pressed against yours in need of love, in need of you.

Ever since then, you both had realized that you were each other's pillar, the ones who held each other up when the other was falling apart. You agreed that whatever happened, you’d stick together no matter what. However, for the both of yours safety, you agreed to keep it under wraps, not wanting your love to be used against you as it had with John and Abigail. The only few people who actually knew, were the ones paying close attention. Someone like Ms. Grimshaw, most of the women and even Arthur caught on pretty quickly, while the rest never really did. You were happy in his presence, happy to have a safe haven to return when all hell broke loose.

As the days went by and more tragedy occurred. All this death and misery had been piling for months, and for what? For no reason, at least in the eyes of Charles. He was losing hope, and also a close friend of his. Arthur was dying, and with him so was the gang. He was the right hand man, the one with the most common sense out of all of these people- besides you of course. This made Dutch question his ability to advise him, instead seeking the advice of Micah. The Van Der Linde gang had turned a new leaf, one that had fallen and withered.

Charles was on thin ice.

Charles hated every moment of suppressing his feelings for you regardless of it being for the best. Even though the both of you had agreed to it, he still couldn’t help but feel guilt for not giving you the love and solace you craved. As he and Arthur rode back to camp from a visit at the Wapiti Tribe, noise of quarreling and accusing got louder and louder. He couldn’t help the pit in his stomach form, as he saw you walk back from the river with fresh laundry, your face carrying a slight frown and furrowed brows.

“You alright there Charles?” Arthur asked with a cough as the horses went from trotting to walking.

“Yeah, I’m good. How about you?” Charles asked concerned, while his gaze stayed on you.

“I reckon I don’t matter too much no more.” Arthur chuckled.

“But you sure you’re doin’ alright? You seem a bit distraught.” He questioned as they arrived at the hitching posts.

“Yeah, I’m sure… I’ll see you around” Before Arthur knew it, Charles had already hitched his horse and headed your direction before Arthur had even left the saddle.

You stood to the side hanging the laundry you’d just washed down by the river, trying to mute the sound of Dutch’ preaching. Tension had been at an all time high, causing you to overwork yourself with chores to distract yourself from your misery. This had ultimately also caused multiple people to leave, making you wonder what was making you stay. Was it loyalty, company or fear of a civil life, when this was the one you’d grown used to for the last couple of years?

For the first time since joining the gang, you were exhausted, an overwhelming nausea at the thought of things coming to an end. Dutch wasn’t the same heroic individual who’d saved you from a group of greedy men. No he was much different. So different, that if it had happened on this day, then it more than likely would’ve been your last.

Lost in your train of thoughts, you heard your name. Quickly you laid down whatever article of clothing you had and turned around towards the noise.

“Charles. You're back.” You said as your eyes brightened and your smile widening, about to go in for a greeting kiss. He smiled back softly before looking down into the ground about to give in before the sound of arguing in the back reminded you of where you were.

“Right, my bad.” You smiled softly, eyes filled with disappointment as you stepped back. “You um… Is everything alright, are you alright?” You asked, wanting to make sure he was doing as good as one could in the current state of things.

He stood there looking into your eyes for a little before answering.

“Yeah I’m-” He stopped himself, fiddling with fingers as he thought of what he was gonna say next.

He took a deep breath before continuing, saying your name lowly.

“I’m not sure I can handle this much longer.”

You looked at him, your brows furrowing as you bit the inside of your cheek. You know exactly what he meant, as you felt the same.

“I know, but it’s-” You responded, trying to stay logical for the both of you.

“For the best, I know, but. I just-” He looked remain before stepping closer, looking into your eyes.

His presence was overwhelming, and your need for his company was immense.

“Charles, I-” You protested, avoiding his gaze.

“Please.” He pleaded, stroking his hand against your cheek, keeping it there.

A few moments went by, no words said out loud, yet his and your needs were heard and finally acted upon. You place your hand on his cheek, stroking it before leaning in to kiss him. You directed his hand to your other cheek before letting go, pulling him closer by his collar. Your face in his hand and your arms wrapping around his neck, you hadn’t gotten this close in a while, too busy working.

His lips stayed on yours for what seemed like forever, before he broke it, placing his forehead on yours as the both of you were quietly panting. He smiled at you, and you smiled at him. His eyes were filled with admiration, as was yours, it was a beautiful moment.

“I love you.” He smiled, pecking the corner of your lips. You looked up at him, your eyes watering at the sound of his confession. One that none of them had made before, but had always known to be true.

“I love you too, Charles.” You grinned in response before leaning into another deep kiss.

Maybe hiding from each other wasn't for the best, and maybe closure had been this whole time. Regardless, your hope for the future had been restored. You both knew it would be with each other.

BONUS - Arthurs Journal Entry

Charles and I went to talk to Rains Falls about Dutch and his unhinged decision making. It ain’t looking too good, but we promised to keep a good eye on him.

Anyway, Charles seemed distracted when we went out. I didn’t know exactly why, but I had an idea. He seemed in a hurry when we got back and finally kissed her. He’s been head over heels for that girl ever since he joined us back up in the Grizzlies last year, pretty sure it went both ways.

They remind me of Mary and I, how we kept it secret too before she left me. I was too stubborn to change my ways, I guess. I wonder if things would’ve changed if I’d ran away with her back in Saint Denis or Valentine. It’s too late now, she mailed me the ring I gave her all those years ago. What a couple of fools in love we were.

I’m just happy that they aren’t fools like us, and that Charles won’t cower away because of some code that turns out to be irrelevant by the likes of Dutch. I’m also happy that I finally stopped hiding. They seemed real happy when they stopped worrying so much about the rest. I saw Susan and a couple others smile too, they probably noticed the lingering before too. Not everyone had though, Dutch looked quite surprised, almost threatened. I wonder what he and Micah are up to now.

Hope you liked it! BTW pls feel free to give requests, I love writing from given prompts <33

#charles smith #charles smith x reader #charles smith x you #rdr2 #fluff #beaver hollow

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heesimp · 3 months ago

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heyy this is more of a personal question but.. how does one squirt? im a virgin and only get off alone so im thinking maybe its a factor as to why i Cant squirt? makes me so jelly when people say how good it is lol </3

ask away!! questions like this should be normalized because if we want to have sex and explore it, we should be able to be knowledgeable about it too. I don’t think there’s a clear cut answer as to how someone squirts because every body is different but I’ll give some advice I think is helpful. answers under the cut :)

so first it’s really important to be comfortable. whether you do this by yourself or with another person, the most important thing is to be in the headspace to engage in sex. I feel like porn overemphasizes squirting and we can get into our own heads, so being relaxed is the most importantly factor when it comes to it.

you can definitely make yourself squirt and don’t have to lose your virginity in order to do it (if you don’t want to). I don’t think there’s a clear cut step-by-step instruction but these are some tips that I find really helpful:

• masturbate a lot. you don’t have to go overboard but when you feel like you need to get off, masturbate. the more comfortable you are touching yourself and getting to know your body, the easier it becomes to squirt because you know how you react to certain movements and where you like to be touched.

to be clear I don’t mean masturbate all day/everyday but if you have the time/space to do so, take advantage of it and know what makes you orgasm. pay attention to your body because you’re the only person who knows it best.

• this is a less glamorous aspect but pee before you masturbate/have sex. the feeling of squirting similar to needing to pee, and while it might not be the traditional sense of what you think pee looks/smells like, it can be, and squirt will likely constrain traces of urine. peeing before you engage in sex eliminates the fear that you’ll pee instead of squirt.

edit: I amended the bullet point above and for anybody who needs extra reassurance, this is a resource I find helpful (reviewed by a gynecologist).

• stimulate your clit and g spot (whether you use your fingers or a toy, be sure to give your erogenous zones some love). with your g spot, apply vigorous and repetitive pressure (again whether with your fingers or a toy) and flex your pelvis. it’ll probably feel weird at first but the more you do it, the more natural it’ll feel.

• relax. when you feel like you’re about to orgasm, take deep breaths and try not to clench around anything. you want your muscles to be relaxed instead of tight.

• don’t get too in your head about it either. sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn’t. focusing too much on this might take the pleasure out of it so even if you don’t end up squirting, try to get out of your head and enjoy the experience.

I hope these helped! for as much as I do love to talk about sex (in the way I’m sure you’ve seen on my blog), I really do believe in normalizing asking certain questions and being open to learning.

#ask #thank you for asking!#so I say this in the least invasive way possible: perhaps you might need to change the way you get off by yourself #or incorporate other techniques when you masturbate #but the most important thing is to be relaxed and don’t get too in your head #anon

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suspensefulpen · 1 year ago

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A Favor

TW: Sadistic Carewhumper, Fire, Bleeding Wounds, Cut, Threats of Violence/Torture, Implied Kidnapping

Carewhumper opened her front door and found Whumper standing outside. She noticed a bag and gallon of sweet tea in his hand.

“I guess you need something.”

“Yeah… kind of.” He nodded slowly.

She grabbed the bag and looked through it. She hummed. “I guess I can help. Come in.” Whumper walked inside the house, following Carewhumper. She pulled out a chair and pointed to it. “Sit.”

She put the bag down on the table and pulled out its contents. There were packs of cookies, brownies and cigarettes. Whumper reached in his pocket and handed her a lighter. She put away the items before retrieving a medical kit and sitting next to him. “For you to claim to be so high and mighty, you sure know how to beg.”

“Well, who else could I run to without getting a thousand dollar bill afterwards?” He smiled.

She frowned. “I should start charging you that much just because you said that. Let me see your arm.” He pulled off his jacket and allowed her to examine the large cut. “What stupid shit did you do this time?”

“Let’s just say, I… wasn’t paying attention.”

“You never know how to, do you?” Carewhumper was about to clean the wound when she noticed a bite mark below it. She ran her finger over it. “The hell is this?”

“A…bite mark.”

“From?”

“The same thing that got me a cut…”

“Things don’t bite Whumper, people do. Who cut you?”

He smiled. “You sound jealous.”

“Don’t start with me. I’ll cut the other arm just like this so it’ll match. Clearly they cut the wrong body part.”

“Are you insinuating you want my throat to be slashed?”

“I’m insinuating I’ll do it myself if you don’t tell me.”

Whumper chuckled. “Fine. It was Whumpee.”

Carewhumper paused. “Whumpee?”

“Yeah, Whumpee. Remember? I told you about him. You wanna share him?”

“I know, I know. And no, I don’t want to share him. I just heard his name somewhere else too…” Carewhumper thought for a moment. “The hospital. Caretaker was so concerned about him.”

“Caretaker? You know who that is?”

“Yeah, unfortunately I do. They’re my coworker. They don’t shut up about Whumpee.” She rolled her eyes. “He came in a few weeks ago. Caretaker got him. They said he had been found barely conscious on the side of the road by some older couple. Three weeks later, we came to work and he was gone. I’ve never seen Caretaker attach to a patient so easily. It seems like they always get the ones that’s been through it all. Or maybe they do that on purpose. I always thought nurses were weird anyway. They care too much.”

Whumper narrowed his eyes. “I’m sure that’s why doctors like you don’t work alone.”

“What? I just think it’s strange to care about someone you don’t know that much.”

“How long have you been working together?”

“Couple years. They piss me off. I’m just glad they’re not on my team.”

“I’m sure a lot of nurses are.” She glared up at him, making him shrug. “Just saying.” She poured an excessive amount of rubbing alcohol over the cut, making Whumper wince. “Are you always this mean to your patients?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“No, just you. You’re the only one I’m legally allowed to do this to. I would do it at work too but then the nurses might snitch.”

“I think you just like to see me in pain.”

Carewhumper hummed. “Yeah, that too. I think it’s only fair for you showing up on my doorstep at twelve in the morning every other week.”

“You’d do this no matter what time I ask you for help.”

She wiped his arm and placed a gauze over it. “I still want to make the other arm match. But I know you probably lost a lot of blood because you like to ignore your wounds until the last minute.”

“No I don’t.”

“Explain to me why your hand is so red then? It should be pale from losing blood.” He glanced around and shrugged. “Because you were trying to ignore it until you saw the blood dripping down your wrist. Were you not?”

“No.”

“Your lies might work on everyone else but not me.” Carewhumper put away all of the medical supplies and grabbed the pack of cookies. “And who told you I lost my lighter?”

“No one told me. I just saw it and got it for you.”

“Well I’m glad you did. I need to see if it works.” She bit a cookie and reached for the lighter. When the tiny flame flickered to life, she held it under Whumper’s hand. Watching him try his best not to scream made her laugh. “It’s perfect. And you got it in a nice design. You just might be my favorite patient since I got my degree.”

“You had a favorite?” He asked breathlessly while gingerly holding his burned hand.

“Nah, none of them squirm like you do. Gotta have them under anesthesia and all that in order to operate. You, on the other hand, I can torture any way I want.” She smirked.

Whumper frowned, realizing he once said those exact words to Whumpee.

What goes around, comes around right?

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sapphicsaints · 2 years ago

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What if reader was Nikolai’s sister who’s in a relationship with Tamar and when they’re at sea they can actually be together but on land they can’t because it’s forbidden, maybe a jealousy one where her parents are pushing reader into an arranged marriage.

princesses get what they want

Tamar x Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: “I’ll figure it out. Princesses are used to getting what they want.”

“Oh and am I something you want?” Her eyes glimmered with a challenge.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had fun writing this.

I was pissed when Nikolai said no to me accompanying them on the whaler. But he had a point - it’s too risky to have both of us together, to chance the Darkling recognizing us. Tailoring only went so far. We can’t shake the mannerisms we share, even the crew suspect we’re related, although they don’t know our true identities. Plus, it would be a shame for Ravka to lose both of their spares in one go.

“I can’t trust you not to snap back at the Grisha.” He didn’t face me, still stood pouring over a map.

My eyes narrowed. “Can’t trust me?”

His head snapped over his shoulder. “You know as well as I do that your attitude can be … volatile.”

I scoffed. “I have self control.”

“Do you not remember the fight you got in with the Grisha children? How did that end last time?”

“With a few bruised egos.” I laughed at the memory. Nikolai didn’t laugh. I’d caused quite the headache, and he’d been the one to explain it to my mother.

Tamar snickered from the corner and I shot her a glare. She’s not helping the situation.

I couldn’t help the relief I felt when Tamar returned safe, nor the anger when Nikolai announced she’d be sharing quarters with the Sun Summoner. I dragged him away to have a quiet, but heated exchange.

“You didn’t bother to ask me before kicking me out of my room?” I hissed.

“There’s a better room for you.” He tried to soothe.

“Oh you know that’s not the reason.”

He winced, looking around for someone to come interrupt. I poked a finger into his chest. “You owe me one.” He nodded before waving Privyet over, I took that as my chance to leave and find Tamar.

I intercepted her on her way back up to get her rations. “Did you agree to this before?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“I found out when you did.” She shrugged.

“You’re not upset?”

“Of course I am.” She said, with a tone of surprise, “But I can’t question him in front of everyone.”

I sighed, she has a point. “I’m stealing you for a few hours.” I said, before dragging her back down, she laughed.

“Are you excited to be back?” Alina asked as we walked into our lodgings for the night.

I looked at her, it was a genuine question. “I’d rather be anywhere else.” I answer drily. Tolya chuckled behind me.

“Why?” She pushed.

I sighed, not in annoyance, but explaining the situation might make it a bit more real than I want to.

“Come on,” I said, and tugged her up the stairs towards our room. I shut the door and sat on the windowsill, motioning for her to take a seat. She sat on my bed, looking vaguely uncomfortable. The door opened again, Tamar walked in and leaned against it. I didn’t pay much attention to her, it would hurt too much to look at her now, and to explain this. Before she could say anything I started explaining.

“Once we get back, they’re going to start trying to marry me off.” Alina glanced toward Tamar, her expression stony. I couldn’t meet her eyes. “And I love being called a bastard.”

Alina’s eyes widened. I’m sure she’d heard the rumors, but confirmation is another thing entirely.

I chuckled darkly, “Mother couldn’t stay away from the Kaelish.” There was a bite in my voice, an edge. “Isn’t it obvious?” I said, waving my hand over my face. Neither of the women in the room commented, Tamar already knew but Alina seemed in shock. I pushed myself up from my seat, heading to the door. I stopped a few paces away, turning my head over my shoulder.

“I love my brother, but do yourself a favor and don’t marry him. Court is fucked up, you don’t want to be involved any more than you have to be Sun Summoner.”

I brushed past Tamar, “Always the dramatics” she whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes but walked out. Hopefully she wasn’t on guard duty tonight, and I could steal her for a few hours.

“You like it.” I said, and closed the door behind me. I heard her talking to Alina behind me, but didn’t reply. My shoulders sagged as I walked out the door. I felt it coming back - the burden. I didn’t like it.

“You’ve finally returned.” Mother kissed both of my cheeks and I had to fight the urge to cringe back.

“Did you not get any of our summons?” She asked.

“They must’ve been lost.” I replied, my voice a bit distant. The tone I'd always adopted at home. I saw Tamar glance at me out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t dare look back. If there was a mirror nearby I'd have been able to see the mask that slowly set in place, the hardness that settled in behind my eyes. It’s a shame how quickly old habits settle back in. One glance at Nikolai, and I saw it on him. My eyes narrowed as I watched Vasily sitting next to ‘father’. The hatred that swarmed through my body threatened to burst through, the one who’d made my life living hell growing up. The tension must’ve been palpable because I felt Nikolai’s hand on my shoulder.

“It’s been a long journey.” He said, “We’ll settle in and return for dinner.” He steered me out of the room, hand on my shoulder, and I caught Tamar’s eye on the way out. I winked at her, and to her credit she didn’t break face - but I saw the amused glint in her eyes. At least one of us found it funny. It didn’t escape our parents' attention that we didn’t ask to be dismissed, that we left. It was a subtle threat - that we could leave again if we wanted to.

“Did we really have to come back?” I muttered to Nikolai as we walked out of the throne room.

“The walls have ears.” He replied, and I sealed my mouth shut. “We’ll talk later.” He finished, dropping me off at my room. I forced a smile on my face as servants began fluttering in and out, all but shoving me straight into the bath.

I agreed to meet her, just past sundown, on the grounds. She said there’s something she wants to show me. Sneaking past my guards and all of the servants dotting around too a bit of effort - and a little bit of blind faith, jumping out of the window into the soft bushes.

I landed with a grunt, and heard laughter coming from across the lawn. My eyes narrowed and I saw a figure running towards me. Her. She’s supposed to meet me somewhere else completely. I’m struggling out of the bushes when her hand appears in front of me. I considered batting it away but ended up taking it and let her heave me to my feet, dragging me out of the bushes. I cross my arms to glare at her.

“You weren’t supposed to be anywhere near here.”

She laughed, a grin spreading across her face. The grin I love so much. “I couldn’t miss seeing the princess land in the bushes.”

“How’d you know I’d take the window? I could’ve snuck through the halls.”

“Past all the guards Nikolai has stationed?” She laughed again. “You’re good, but you wouldn’t have made it past the first set of doors before someone told him.”

I rolled my eyes. She has a point. Her eyes scan the surrounding area before she pulls me right into a tight hug. I squeeze back, holding on as long as I can. Eventually she untangles herself from me and kisses my forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” She murmurs, holding me back at the shoulders.

“I wish we could see each other more.”

Her hands drop, one taking mine instead. I took this for granted at sea, being with each other publicly, without any fears. “Let’s go for a walk.” She said instead.

We took the long way around the gardens. The silence felt tense for once, normally it was comfortable - easy.

“Mother wants me to start meeting suitors.” I said, my voice low. I saw Tamar’s shoulders tense.

“How do you feel about that?” She replied.

I stopped and turned to face her. “What do you think?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Maybe the hurt showed through my eyes because her eyes softened and she wrapped me up in another hug. “We knew this would happen.”

“I’ll fight it. I’ll find a way.” She hummed, like she didn’t believe me, but I would. I would find a way to get out of this, somehow.

“I’m jealous.”

That came as a surprise. It shouldn’t have.

“Why?” I regretted the question as soon as it left my lips. “Nevermind.” I said quickly, covering my tracks. “What do you want to show me?”

She placed a soft kiss on my lips before taking my hand again and smiling, dragging me towards the stables. We stood around the outside edge, in the shadows, watching the fights. We quietly placed bets on the fighters - I lost a fair bit of money, not that it really mattered to me. It reminded me of the Volkvolny - and she knew it.

“Think any of them would fight me?” I asked.

She laughed, “Not if they know who you are.”

“Let’s get Genya to tailor me.” I said, my practically bouncing on my feet. “Tomorrow.”

“And how are we going to explain who you are?”

“I’ll figure it out. Princesses are used to getting what they want.”

“Oh and am I something you want?” Her eyes glimmered with a challenge. I took a quick look around, nobody was paying attention, and dragged her to a corner.

“Anyone can see.” She hissed “I know this place better than anyone.” I winked at her before dragging her off to a hidden corner on the grounds.

I made Tamar a lot of money the next night, and pissed Tolya off. He figured it out after the first three fights, and dragged me back towards the Grand Palace, Tamar laughing her ass off in tow. Thankfully, she healed me, and nobody was none the wiser that they got their ass kicked by the Princess of Ravka.

A party was thrown at the Grand Palace in honor of Nikolai’s birthday, and the Queen took it as an excuse to arrange some suitors to come visit. Tamar was on guard in the corner, the Sun Summoner attending. I faked some smiles, a few gentle touches on arms here and there. Too many dances with grubby hands. I was dancing with the son of a wealthy Kerch merchant when his hand drifted a bit too low. I firmly moved it back onto my waist, but caught Tamar’s face out of the corner of my eye - the look in her eyes made me gulp. She didn’t see me watching her, her eyes were narrowed on the man in front of me, waiting a few seconds too long before roaming the room again. I tried to catch her eye several times, even tried to stand next to her at one point, but it’s like she sensed me coming and moved before I could get close. I couldn’t fight the hurt and anger that slowly built up inside me. I’d go see her later tonight. I had too.

I didn’t get that chance. Nikolai and I barely escaped with our lives - and I had the honor of dragging Baghra out of her cave. I fought in the infantry too, I thought I knew war, but shadow monsters that can’t be killed are something else entirely. The Darkling had changed the playing field completely, we were caught off guard, caught by surprise. I should have felt bad about Vasily being ripped to pieces, and part of me did, but the other was so angry that he put everything at risk for his own vanity, that I didn’t have space in my heart to mourn for him.

I went back with him that night, and I saw no sign of her, no sign of anyone, just bodies littering the ground. No survivors in sight. I vomited that night for hours. Hidden away from everyone. She had to be alive, had to. I felt it, I would know if she was dead. Maybe it’s fake hope, but I clung to it like a lifeline.

I didn’t expect anything special when Nikolai returned from the raid, he’d gone many times, and this is the one I decided to sit out, having been injured on the last. Of course the one I miss is the one Tamar showed up at. He conveniently forgot to tell me she’d been spotted at one of the smuggling stations.

“I thought of you every day.” I said between kisses, hidden in one of many back hallways.

“I did too.” She replied.

“If you still want me.” Tamar went to interrupt, but I held up one hand. “Now that Nikolai’s King. There’s nothing stopping us.”

Her head lowered, mouth moving to graze my ear. She didn’t answer my question directly. “Every time one of those men would put a hand on you. Every time you had to flirt back. I thought I'd explode.” She pushed me towards the wall, my back pressed against the stone cold. Tamar moved slowly, her hand tracing the side of my face, I leaned into her touch. “I couldn’t think of you the last few months. The idea that you might be dead. It was too painful.”

I tilted my head to meet her eyes. “I knew you’d be alive.” I saw the confusion on her face. “I would’ve felt it if you died.” I held a hand up to my heart. It might be the cheesiest thing I've ever said, but the small smile on her face was worth it. I couldn’t handle it any longer, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in, pulled her into the kiss I’d been waiting months for.

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asirensrage · 3 months ago

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Saudade - Chapter 17

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

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Takara's problems don't end with her brother and his muleheaded-ness. She's out shopping for very late presents for a holiday she's not even sure her family celebrates when she finds herself face to face with the Haitanis. Again.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, looking up at them. She’s not wearing skates this time since she actually planned to go into a store and they seem so much taller now.

“You see how I’m treated?” Ran asks, head tilting towards his brother. “Like I didn’t make her cum…how many times?”

Takara slams her hand over his mouth, pressing herself up on her toes to reach. “What the fuck?” she hisses at him, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention.

His eyes glint and he steps closer to her. Her breath catches in her chest and she feels her cheeks heat at the way he’s looking at her. It’s similar to before; when he laid her down in his bed and promised to take care of her.

“Told you he’d be pissed,” Rindou says, looking between them.

“That doesn’t mean you can say this shit,” she says. She eyes Ran carefully before she removes her hand from his mouth. He grabs her wrist before she can retract it too far and presses a kiss to the centre of her palm.

Rindou sighs. “I’ll be…over there…” he motions before walking away, leaving her with his older brother who still hasn’t let go of her. This isn’t like when Hanma grabs her and refuses to let go. Ran has proven repeatedly that the moment she asks, he’ll listen.

“You left,” Ran says, looking down at her. The expression on his face has faded into something more serious.

She shifts, uncomfortable with the change. “Way to state the obvious.”

“Not even a text back…” he says, voice sounding light but she can hear the hurt under it.

“I know,” she admits it easily because it’s nothing but the truth. “Sorry. I just–”

“I get it.” His fingers slide up her arm as he lowers her hand and traces their path up before removing them completely. They leave goosebumps in their wake. “You didn’t have to run though. I would have at least taken you home myself. Could have woken me.”

“And let you convince me to stay?”

He grins at her like she’s caught him.

Takara sighs. “What are you doing here?”

“Not stalking you, if that’s what you're worried about. We were in the area visiting someone. Just caught sight of you as we passed by.”

“And you had to come say hi and try to embarrass me?”

His jaw tightens. “No, I wanted to see you. I just…I had been expecting to wake up with you next to me. Then you were gone, I got told Toman had been in the area and you didn’t…you didn’t text me back.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be…anything. And I’m sorry about Toman. My brother freaked out when he couldn’t reach me after they got wind of what happened at my school.”

“For someone who says they’re remaining unaffiliated with gangs…you seem to be affiliated with a lot of them.”

“Including you?” she asks dryly.

“I think I win in that round,” he says, leaning down slightly to get closer to her. “Unless you sleep with all of them.”

“No,” she snaps. “It’s only…” Takara swallows tightly, not wanting to explain in the middle of a store.

His eyes brighten. “Good.”

“Ran…”

“Just means I don’t have any competition yet.” He shifts closer to brush his lips against her cheek and one of his braids hits her shoulder. “You should come by again. Or let me take you out this time. Properly.”

“I can’t.”

“Hmm?” He pulls back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Can’t or don’t want to? Because there’s a big difference between them, darling.”

She wishes it was that simple. “...both,” she eventually says. It’s easier if he thinks she doesn’t find solace in his care. If he thinks she doesn’t want him. It wouldn’t be fair to use him the way she could, especially when she knows her end goal doesn’t currently involve him.

His gaze hardens slightly before he pulls back a little more. “Both, huh?” He stares at her for a moment. “Now why don’t I believe you?”

She shifts and looks away, trying to figure out how to respond.

Ran’s fingers touch her chin gently, tilting her head up to look up at him. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing you can help me with.”

“So there is something.”

“Shit.”

“This have anything to do with the guy who tried to pick you up that time? The one who called you his?”

She makes a face at that before she can stop herself. “He’s a fucking nuisance,” she says, glaring at the reminder that he waits for her in her future. At least, she’s planning on it. She still needs to talk to Takemichi and find out what he’s not telling her. She was so wrapped up in how terrible their plan was that she completely forgot about it.

“Rin and I will take care of him if you need someone to. Keep him out of your hair.”

She smiles at that. He’s the second person to offer to deal with Hanma for her. “I can handle him, don’t worry.”

“Oh, I don’t, beautiful. Not after the last time I saw you.” He pulls back just a bit to glance down at her. “Though…I gotta ask…what are you wearing?”

She frowns, looking down. “What?”

“I can’t decide if it’s a good thing you have no fashion sense or not, because while no one will see you the way I have with what you got on… it also hurts to look at.”

“Hey!”

He grins at her. “Gonna tell me I’m wrong?”

“I don’t care what I wear, Ran. As long as I can move in it and I’m comfortable.”

“You can still do that and look good.” His eyes trail down her body. “Come on. We got time, lemme show you what I mean.” He takes her hand again and turns to lead her further into the store.

“I’m shopping for Christmas presents!”

He pauses and looks at her. “For who?”

“My brother.”

He stares at her for a minute before nodding. “We’ll do both. What’s he like?”

“I don’t know, he’s 14 and an idiot.”

He laces his fingers with hers and leads her into the store, listening as she ends up rambling about her brother. It takes Takara 15 minutes before she realizes she has her hands full with things to try on and Ran is ushering her to the change room. Rindou is nowhere in sight.

⛸️

She doesn’t plan on buying anything aside from the puzzle and planner she gets for Takemichi, but when Hina texts her that her brother broke up with her…Takara finds herself leaving with her hands full.

“Ran, this is too much.”

“Take it,” he tells her. “Or it’s going in the trash. I’m not returning it.”

Her lips press together as her jaw clenches. “Why are you doing this? We slept together once, that’s it. It doesn’t warrant a…all of this,” she lifts her hands holding the bags that he pressed into them. She doesn’t even remember when he bought it, but she assumes it’s when she was looking for the gifts for Take. If he did buy it. He didn’t hand anything over until they were out of the store and even then she noticed how the bags seemed to get more full every time they passed by Rindou.

“Stop complaining,” Ran says. “Just take the bags and go solve whatever shit you need to. I just want you to answer next time I call, yeah?”

“Ran...”

He grins at her. “I know, I know. Can’t and won’t, right?” He leans down so his face is closer. “Next time maybe I’ll believe you.” He presses his lips to hers, kissing her gently before nipping at her lip and deepening it. When he pulls back, his pupils are wide and all she can focus on is what he tastes like as she drags her bottom lip between her teeth. His eyes drop down to her mouth and he groans. “If we didn’t have to go…”

“I do,” she reminds him.

“Yeah yeah,” he kisses her quickly again. “Call me, beautiful.” He grins before leaving her this time. She watches as Rindou waves to her when Ran catches up to him and they leave her standing there, wishing for a moment that things were different.

She shoves the thought out of her mind. She has to go knock some sense into her brother.

⛸️

It takes five minutes for Takara to be reminded that her brother is an idiot.

She dropped the bags Ran gave her at home before strapping on her skates and making her way to Hinata. She calls Takemichi on the way but her brother doesn’t answer. When he refuses her call more than twice, she knows he’s either in trouble or ignoring her. The two are not mutually exclusive.

Takara finds her in the arms of Emma, not exactly crying but clearly upset.

“What did my idiot brother do now?”

“He broke up with her!” Emma says, sounding more angry about it than Hinata did.

“Okay but why?” Takara asks, shifting in place.

“He said…he said he fell for another girl!”

Takara stares at her for a moment. “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.”

“What?!” both of the younger girls exclaim.

Takara sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. “He’s not seeing anyone else. My brother is just being an idiot and making choices again without fucking thinking.”

“Takara!” Hinata says, sounding slightly scandalized.

“It’s true!” Takara smiles at them. “Look, I’ll talk to him. He’s just freaking out because of the Black Dragon thing whi–” Takara stops. “SHIT.”

She races out of Hinata’s house, shoving her skates back on. Hinata and Emma run after her.

“What?” Emma asks. “What’s wrong?”

“Where’s your brother?” Takara asks as she ties her skates.

“He’s out riding with Draken. He always does on Christmas Eve.”

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Hinata asks again.

Takara stands, testing the balance of her skates and how tight they are. “Take’s about to do something stupid and I got so wrapped up in running into Ran today and now this, I gotta run.”

“Who’s Ran?” Emma asks, eyes glinting.

“Not the time!” Hinata says before looking back at Takara. “Go!”

“Thanks! I’ll call you!” Takara heads for the stairs.

“Wait! You’re on wheels! How are you–” Emma stops, watching as Takara slides down backwards and out of sight. “...did she just-?”

“...I think so?” Hinata says. They look at each other before racing for the stairs in their socks. Takara is nowhere in sight.

⛸️

Chifuyu also doesn’t answer his phone and Takara curses both of them under her breath as she races to figure out where her brother is and if she’s too late. Mikey and Draken’s phones go to voicemail, so she browses through her contacts until she finds the next best choice.

“Hello?”

“Mitsuya! Thank fucking god.”

“Takara? What’s wrong?” She can practically hear the way he focuses on her, shushing a voice on his end.

“It’s Takemichi. And Chifuyu! They’re going to the church to stop Hakkai from killing Taiju!”

“What?”

“I need help! He went with Kisaki and Hanma but I don’t fucking trust them with my brother. I can’t reach them or Mikey or Draken!” She hears him swear. “Please, Mitsuya! He’s going to get himself killed!”

“I know.”

Takara pauses, hearing him shuffling and running around before calling out to someone that he has to go. “What?”

“I already know, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

“What!? Don’t you fucking leave me! You better pick me-” He hangs up on her. Takara stares at her phone in shock. “Motherfucker!”

It’s purely spite and anger that fuel her enough to attempt to rollerblade through the snow. She runs a couple of times, using the skills she has to be able to do it before she can glide again. If she had any less experience on ice and wheels, she’d never be able to do it. She sticks to the road, gliding between cars and ignoring the way they honk at her. She’s definitely going to get herself in trouble if the cops catch her, but right now all she can consider is the fact that she needs to get to her brother.

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obxone · 2 years ago

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Assumptions (Part 5)

Rewritten/Edited. ~2k words.

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Kiara enters her bedroom, a frown on her face and another bouquet in her hand. “Rafe is here.”

“Tell him to fuck off,” you mutter from where you lie on her bed. You close your eyes to ignore the onslaught of heat rushing through you that he is trying again. You had to block his number two days prior when he would not stop calling or texting. It has been too much, and he will not take any lack of response or harsh rejection as the clear answer to leave you be.

“Oh, believe me, I did.”

You smile faintly at her before rolling onto your back and looking at the ceiling. You know Rafe would stay on the porch for another hour, and if Kiara’s parents returned home to him, they would fall for his kook bullshit and invite him in. He had almost made his way in yesterday when Anna tried to be kind. You groan loudly before climbing out of her bed. “I’ll take care of it.”

“He’ll leave eventually.” She says as you shuffle out of the depths of her bed before taking the bouquet from her.

“Agreed, but he will come back tomorrow, or your parents will fall for his bullshit again.”

She watches you go, the annoyance clear in your demeanor as you walk down to the main door. You open it, and Rafe looks up from leaning on the railing. He looks a little more unpolished than usual. His normally perfect hair is mussed from running his fingers through it, and his shoulders are tense. He has the same shirt from yesterday, and you pick up the faint smell of alcohol.

“I want to talk.”

“I don’t,” you say sharply and throw the bouquet at him. The flowers slap against his chest before crashing onto the deck at his feet. “I don’t want them or you, Rafe.”

He opens his mouth, but you do not let him speak.

“Leave me the fuck alone. You are despicable!” You slam the door before going back up the stairs to Kie’s room. She frowns as you lean against her closed bedroom door.

“How did he even get his hooks into you? You are too fucking smart for him.”

“I don’t know,” you say before clearing your throat and ignoring the flood of fury and humiliation. Kiara is right, per usual, Rafe has managed to do what you thought impossible when he started paying attention to you. “Can we go to the Chateau? He would not dare come there.”

“Sure,” she smiles. “I’ll text the group, and we can go swimming.”

“Good,” you smile then, a weight leaving you as you go to your bag and pull out a swimsuit, tank top, and shorts. You change before walking with her down to the car. Rafe’s bike is gone. It is wishful thinking, but you can not help yourself. “Maybe he finally got the message.”

“Doubt it,” she says as she closes her door and starts the car. “It has been every day for the past four days.”

You frown. You had not realized the burden this situation was becoming to Kiara. She is your friend, and you should have been paying better attention. “I can go home, Kie.”

“No,” she says with a shake of her head. “No, that is not what I meant. You are staying with me until he does back off.”

You nod, looking away and pushing back the sting of tears. You would not cry over that asshole’s actions or allow Rafe to turn you into someone so self-involved that you did not see the impact it is on your friends. You have not even crossed that line with Rafe Cameron, and it already feels like you are losing yourself to him.

A visit to the Chateau and swimming all day before having a small party with fellow pogues is fixing you up a bit. You laugh at Tyler’s joke. He is a pogue you briefly ‘dated’ when you were twelve, and he was thirteen, almost fourteen. You had both promised marriage to each other when you were older and even swapped blue raspberry sour rings as a form of wedding bands. His body presses against yours as you lean against the side of the house. Your lips are swollen and tingling from his numerous kisses. Your body swims in bliss at his touches. He has matured and grown into a handsome guy, so you are not sad about your current predicament.

“You look pretty tonight,” he says, and you smile, tipping your face up to his. “Like really fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you,” your voice is thick with the bliss you were swimming in as you blush from his compliment.

“How I did not hang onto you four years ago, I will never know.” He jokes, and you laugh before hooking your arm over his shoulder.

“Hang onto me now.”

He leans in, and you kiss him. He kisses you back, and his hands pull you closer to him. You moan into the kiss, but you can hear your friends talking around the fire a few feet away.

“Should we stop her?” Pope asks, his worried brown eyes probably on you.

“No,” Kiara says, from her place next to another pogue she had just been kissing when Tyler pulled you away for some semblance of privacy.

“Let her have fun,” JJ says next. “She needs the distraction.”

John B makes a noise in agreement, and your smile against Tyler’s lips. You are not sure if it is the sting of the bet, the alcohol in your system, your friends’ encouraging comments, or Tyler’s touch, but you do not hesitate to slip your hand under his shirt and touch his bare skin. His defined abs are warm under your palm like the sun has permanently left a piece of itself inside him. He smirks into the kiss.

“Are you asking for more than a kiss tonight?”

“Maybe,” you tease before pecking his lips. “Are you open to the idea?”

“Very.” He kisses you, his hand moving to cup your face while the other wraps around your waist. Your fingers stay tangled in his hair as the other continues to drag across his abs.

“Don’t leave after the party ends,” you whisper against Tyler's neck.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You smile before pulling his lips back to yours in a toe-curling kiss. It ends, and you smile at him, your body tingling from his touch and promise for the night. “For now, though, I want another beer and maybe s’mores. Do you?”

“I can agree to that,” he offers with a grin. His eyes scan over the length of you before going to get you beers. You move towards the fire and lean down to hug Kie from behind.

“Are we staying tonight?” You ask.

“Yes.”

You grin, pressing your lips to the top of her head. You turn your attention to Tyler as he nears. “Guys, you remember Tyler, right?”

“Yeah!” JJ smiles at him, and they share a handshake. “Second best surfer on The Cut.”

You laugh and lean into his side as he wraps his arm around you after giving you a new beer.

“I try,” he offers shyly, and you beam at him. He is great, you had seen it, but you also know JJ will not say it if is not true. Surfing and JJ are as serious as they get.

— — — —

You have been home for a day when a knock pulls you from the movie you are watching. You sigh, pausing the movie before standing and going to the door. You unlock it and open it to see Rafe standing there. A wild look in his eyes as he looks over you. His gaze settles on a love bite visible on your neck.

“Rafe?”

“You fucked that pogue?” He asks. Your lips part in shock. “Really?”

You look behind him to see his motorbike in the yard, but no one else. You expected him to drag Kelce and Topper with him to help do his bidding. “How do you even know about that?”

“I saw it,” he says, and your eyes widen. It had been at the Chateau after everyone left the party, and the pogues had gone to bed. You had even taken it away from the house and been under the stars all night. “I came to John B’s when Kiara’s parents said you were out. No one was home, or so I thought, so I went to leave, but I heard you by the water. I checked to make sure you were okay, and I saw it!” He seethes, slamming his hands on the doorframe, and you flinch. His face screws up in anger as he stares at you.

“You came to the Chateau?” You question.

“Of course I did!” He lifts his hand to his chest.

“What I do is none of your business,” you reply, trying to keep your voice even. “It never has been.”

“I’m making it my business!”

“Well, that’s not an option,” you state before glaring at him. “Tyler and I like each other. He offered me a chance to forget you last night, and I took it. He asked me to be his girlfriend this morning, and I accepted.”

He recoils as if you have slapped him. “What?”

“I wanted to fuck him to get over you,” you say sharply. “But then we got to talking, and one thing led to another, and I like him. He’s a good person, unlike you.” You start to close the door, but he blocks it with his foot, his hand on the door. “Go home, Rafe, before I call the police.”

“No, we need to talk about this.”

“No, we don’t,” you respond, your tone ice cold. “I don’t want anything to do with you or this fucking wager.”

He runs his hands through his hair as he turns and walks a few steps away before returning. “It started as a bet, yes, but it changed.”

“Right,” you reply sarcastically. “I don’t believe you.”

He exhales, his hand curling into his chest. “I knew after the fight at movie night it was more than a bet. I could never hurt you-”

“You did!” You cut him off.

He groans, closing his eyes for a moment. “I fucked up, okay? I know that!” He opens his eyes, and his hands twist into fists. “But I can’t change that now.”

“You are right,” you agree before beginning to close the door. But again, he stops you.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

“Because you are a selfish asshole!” You yell, your patience wearing thin, before trying to remove his hand from the door so you can close it. But he takes the opportunity to grasp your hand and pull you out into the sunshine. You groan as he stares down at you. Your bodies are barely an inch apart from one another. “Rafe, you have to stop. The bet is lost, I’m not going to sleep with you. And I have a boyfriend that cares about me instead of making a couple of thousand dollars.”

“I don’t fucking care about the bet anymore.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”

He groans, his hands pulling at his hair before he walks away. You notice the tension in his shoulders, the red in his neck and face from rage. His body is a rigid wall.

“You should go,” you repeat, trying to soften your tone to placate him. “My mom will be home in a bit anyways.”

He turns to you, his face morphing into something unreadable. “I will make you understand me."

You raise an eyebrow at him in question as he walks back to you. His large hand cups your face and pulls you forward. Your hands meet his chest to keep some distance before his lips brush your forehead.

“I will make you understand me. Every detail,” he breathes before letting you go and getting on his bike. He is gone within seconds, and you exhale a heavy breath before returning to the house. The movie starts again as you try to ignore the unsettled sensation in your chest at his parting.

Part VI

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obsessedwithbooksandmusic · 2 years ago

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Whatever It Takes

Helloooo guys, I’m finally posting another song (I can hear the ‘about time’s from those who actually read them) BUT YES I SWR IM POSTING IT LOOK. Soo, this time, the song is based off Wessa, which is the ship of Will Herondale and Tessa Gray from the Infernal Devices and is in Will’s POV. For the hardcore Jessa fans who are like ‘hmph where’s their song?’, if you lot want, I could post it sooner rather than later if you really wanna see it. But going back to this song, it is quite happy since it’s set after TID (as in before the epilogue but after the actual events of Clockwork Princess). Formatting might be a bit off, but I’ll stop my rambling and let you lot see it now!:

This could’ve ended in catastrophe

But you are my priority

You pay so much attention

And may I please mention

Your mesmerising beauty

How did I get so lucky?

Now I don’t have to hide

Hoping that you’ll be mine

We have something so great

And I’ll do whatever it takes

To fight for more time

With you

I grew up in worn out pages

I would sit there and read for ages

My friends were the words

But soon I learned

I was allowed to feel

I had to think, Is this real?

Now I don’t have to hide

Hoping that you’ll be mine

We have something so great

And I’ll do whatever it takes

To fight for more time

With you

I want to see my name

Be the one that you claim

I want to be the one you choose

And be sure that I won’t lose

To someone who could give

The life that you should live

Now I don’t have to hide

Hoping that you’ll be mine

We have something so great

And I’ll do whatever it takes

To fight for more time

With you

Your love helped break down walls

That I never imagined would fall

So that’s that, I hope you guys like it, I’m personally quite proud of it so I’m sure all you Wessa shippers (I love how I said ‘all you’ as if I’m not one but anyways-) will have enjoyed it too. If you lot have any ideas for another ship I should write a song/poem about, if I have read the series I will try my best to write one, I have read lots of books for the record, my page is mostly Shadowhunters, but if you lot just send a book ship you wanna see as a song, I will actually be happy since im getting ideas. Anyways, thanks for reading through this and see you!

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#cassandra clare #will herondale #will x tessa #tessa gray #wessa #tid #the infernal devices #clockwork princess #clockwork prince #clockwork angel #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #cassie clare

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weiying-lanzhan-fics · 2 years ago

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fear you won't fall by ana_cp

OMG - loved this story soooo much! It was sweet, cute, and adorable. WY and LZ’s relationship progression was perfection. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Quotes:

“Well, your owner is a bit of an uptight ass, isn’t he?” he asks the plushie on the other bed. “Such a waste of a beautiful face.”

The bunny, of course, has no answer for him. It just stares back, with one of its eyes loose, almost slipping from the socket. Wei Ying wonders how old the thing actually is.

The shower water turns on, a shock of noise in the very quiet RV. Wei Ying winces a bit, and wonders if Lan Zhan heard what he said to the empty air.

Well, if he did, too bad for him. Someone had to tell him he was an ass, anyway.

A very hot, very gorgeous, very rude ass.

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“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan glares at him.

Hearing his name in Lan Zhan’s voice is a bigger shock than Wei Ying is anticipating. It sounds more interesting, somehow, lower and captivating. Like it’s asking him to pay attention to whatever comes next.

He shakes the thought away. That’s such a weird thing to think. Captivating?? It’s just his name.

“Alright, alright,” Wei Ying gets up, feigning defeat. “I’ll go. But only because you called me by my name for the first time.”

Lan Zhan blinks. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“It is,” Wei Ying says, then leans in a little bit closer to him, lowering his voice. “But that just means we’re becoming friends, right?”

Wei Ying gives him a smile. Lan Zhan’s eyes dip to it, and then look away.

“Work,” he says simply.

Wei Ying holds back a laugh. Becoming Lan Zhan’s friend will be hard, but it will be the most fun he’s had in ages.

“Show me what to do next, teacher.”

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Wei Ying tries, after those first days, to be a little less… ‘insufferable’. He tries to start conversations more organically, but at the end of the day, he can’t help it. Lan Zhan is just so easy to tease. Even when he’s working out, if Wei Ying glances at him and says “wow, you’re good at that”, Lan Zhan’s face changes immediately.

He doesn’t even have to try very hard. All he has to do is lean his shoulder on a wall next to where Lan Zhan is, smile at him, and make an innocent comment.

“Your legs are so strong,” he says one day, which makes Lan Zhan’s ears go to a cute shade of red, before he lowers his head and hides it with his hair.

“Wow, I can see every muscle moving,” Wei Ying blurts out on a different morning, which makes Lan Zhan drop the weights he’s lifting and go to a different corner of the room.

“You don’t even sweat when you do that. I wonder what it would take to actually make you sweat,” he says another day, which is not intended as a dirty comment at all, but when Lan Zhan glares at him, Wei Ying bursts out laughing. That only makes everything worse, and Lan Zhan refuses to talk to him for the entire rest of the morning. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he tries to explain, but it doesn’t work.

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But as Hanguang Jun approaches, Wei Ying loses the battle against his eyes, and allows himself to look just a little bit.

The man is gorgeous. There’s no other word for it. His face looks like it was perfectly sculpted by a talented artist, not to mention the definition of his body. The leggings he wears show the leg muscles of someone who has probably been doing some form of acrobatics ever since they were a kid, and his arms are huge under his t-shirt. Huge. He’s just as tall as Wei Ying is, but his fit body makes him look shorter, somehow. Wei Ying swallows again, wondering if he has ever seen anyone who looks more like the ideal of beauty in his life.

And then the man starts talking.

Fire Dancer Wei Ying joins the Circus, because he wants a more exciting job. He's forced to train with a handsome Trapeze Artist, who seems to hate him for no reason.

But Wei Ying isn't just here for the job. He's here to change his life! And that starts by making the inaccessible Lan Zhan like him, even if he has to annoy him into it.

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A Mystery Adventure Chapter 2 (Updated)

“I-I look like…I look like a Oshawott!” I thought. After that, I teleport to place that may be in the blue sky. I walk to a spot where I can better see myself to see if the transformation was true. “I-I knew it…I really did turn into a Oshawott…” Then a small light appeared. “Huh? What’s that light? I don’t know why, but…I feel as if that voice calling for help…I feel like it came from there. Didn’t that voice say something about saving the Pokémon world?”

I decided to walk closer to the light. Then everything went dark and it got more bright than before. “AUGHHHHHH!!!” I screamed. After that, I couldn’t see anything for a moment and next thing I know I was falling from the sky to the ground. It felt like I was falling forever before I hit the ground. “Owww…Everything’s spinning…Can’t see…” I thought. “H-hey! Are you OK?! Come on, wake up…Come on!” says a voice.

“Someone’s calling to me…But who could it be…” I opened my eyes to see who it is. “…Ah, I can almost make out a figure…Is that-?” I quickly pick myself up. “Hey! You’re awake!” I shake my head to have myself think straight again. “You OK?!” said the voice. I turn to see a Tepig and I jump back a little.

“What?! A T-T-Tepig-! A Tepig is…talking to me?!” I thought. I was shocked. To be honest, I don’t know why I was shocked because I knew Pokemon could talk and understand each other. Maybe I feel this way because this is the first time I am a Pokémon. The Tepig looks worried a little bit. “You sure you aren’t hurt or anything?” asked the Tepig. I look around not paying attention to the question. “…Th-that’s right…I got turned into a Pokémon, so…I guess I can understand other Pokémon now?” I thought.

“Does it hurt anywhere? Can you hear me?” the Tepig asks. “I’m fine and I can hear you. Thank you for asking.” I answer. “…Really?” asked the Tepig. The Tepig is quiet for a moment but breaks the silence. “Whew, that’s a relief! You know you fell straight out of the sky, right?” says the Tepig.

“…Out of the sky?” I look up to the sky. “Right…Yeah, I think…there was some kind of light…Then I think I fell for a long time…” I thought. I turn back to the Tepig. “Boy, are you lucky or what! You haven’t got a single scratch after falling all that way? That’s fantastic!” the Tepig says cheerful. “I’m Tepig, by the way. What about you? What’s your name?”

I lose myself for a minute. “My name? That’s right. My name is…” I can’t decide if I should go with Ford or Stanford. I think a little bit more about it and decide to go with Ford since it’s easy to remember. Also the name Ford is shorter than the name Stanford.

“My name is Ford.” I say. “Ford? Your name’s Ford, huh? Well, nice to meet you! But…where’d you come from, Ford?” says Tepig. I look back at the sky. “Well, I mean, I know you came from the sky just now…” I turned back to Tepig. “But I haven’t seen you around here before. So I was asking where you’re originally from-where your home is! Of course it’s pretty mysterious how you fell out of the sky like that…But you can’t tell me you actually live up there, right?” Tepig continues.

“Ha…Well, I suppose not…” I thought. I look up to the sky. “But even if I say I came from the other side of the sky…It’s not like anyone would believe me. Not anyone normal. If there was at least some sort of hole in the sky or something, then maybe…But I don’t want to lie, either…I guess I’ll just go ahead and spill the beans…” So I turn to Tepig and I told him everything. About Gravity Falls being a ghost town, the search for my brother, that I’m a human, and about the other events. Tepig was shocked which I was not surprised about. “WHAAAT?! Y-you’re actually a human?! And you got turned into a Pokémon because some voice was crying for help? So you fell straight outta the human world and into this one?” says Tepig shocked.

I nod my head yes. So I guess Tepig didn’t listen to all the stuff I said but I was worried for a second. “…I-I guess it was too much to hope that anyone would believe me.” I thought. We were quiet for a few minutes until Tepig spoke again. “All right. Got it. I believe you! I believe your story, Ford!”

“What? Just like that? Without any proof or anything?!” I thought. “Sure, I know it’s a pretty fantastic story to believe…” Tepig turns. “Humans don’t exist anywhere except in fairy tales, or that’s what I always thought. And it seems totally impossible that a human could just turn into a Pokémon…and fall outta the sky one day. But…you know what I think?” Tepig turns back to look at me. “There are lots of mysteries in the world like how your home, Gravity Falls, is mysterious.”

You know what I’ll take that statement that I said a few minutes earlier back. I think Tepig listened to everything I said. “But the truth is that maybe…those things aren’t really all that mysterious at all…Maybe they’re just things I don’t know about yet. And that’s why they seem mysterious.” continues Tepig.

“Wow. That’s pretty…open-minded. Tepig is pretty much like me when I was younger.” I thought. Tepig turns. “That’s why I want to learn about all kinds of things and see all kinds of things! I want to meet mythical Pokemon that no one else has ever seen! I want to explore ancient ruins and deep caves!” Tepig turns back. “And more than anything, I want to have an adventure! That’s right! I want to be an adventurer! And that’s exactly why I traveled all the way here to-“ Tepig suddenly stops himself.

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